Bonnie and Clyde Page #10

She's letting her hair fall loose, its golden ends brushing

up and down CLYDE's body.

CLYDE:

(amused, but cautionary)

Hush up a little. They're in the

next room.

BONNIE:

(a mock-pout, but

with an edge to it)

Shoot, there's always somebody in

this room, the next room and ever'

other kind of room.

CLYDE has his arm around BONNIE, and she's almost draped

across him--but in the direction of the length of the bed,

so their bodies almost form a crooked cross. She digs an

elbow into his stomach.

CLYDE:

Oof!...now that ain't no nice way

to talk about my brother.

BONNIE:

(imitating Blanche

again with baby talk)

I ain't talking about your brother.

Suddenly BONNIE straightens up to a kneeling position again,

and c*cks her head. When she speaks now it is with a simple

plaintiveness.

48.

BONNIE:

Honey, do you ever just want to be

alone with Me?

(sensing Clyde's

sensitivity to the

sexual implication)

I don't just mean like that...I

mean do you ever have the notion of

us bein' out together and alone,

like at some fancy ball, or, I

don't know, where we walk in all

dressed and they announce us and

it's fancy and in public, but we're

alone somehow. We're separate from

everybody else, and they know it.

CLYDE looks up to BONNIE, affectionately. He runs his hand

carelessly down her body.

CLYDE:

I always feel like we're separate

from everybody else.

BONNIE:

(it's terribly

important to her)

Do you, baby?

Suddenly there is a ring at the door. BONNIE and CLYDE

freeze.

INT. LIVING ROOM.

BONNIE and CLYDE run out into the living room, camera going

with them.

BONNIE:

(to all)

Quiet! I'll get it.

BONNIE goes down the stairs and reaches the front door.

BONNIE:

Who is it?

VOICE:

Groceries, M'am.

EXT. GARAGE APARTMENT.

She opens the door. A young man is there with the two big

sacks of groceries.

49.

BONNIE:

How much?

YOUNG MAN:

Six dollars and forty-three cents.

BONNIE pays him and goes to take the bags from him.

YOUNG MAN:

Here, M'am, them bags is heavy.

Let me carry 'em up for you.

BONNIE:

(curtly)

No thanks, I'll take 'em.

She takes the heavy bags and hefts them up and turns and

walks up the stairs. They are obviously very heavy for her.

Closeup the delivery boy's face, looking puzzled at this

behavior. BONNIE reaches the top steps, and voices are heard.

BUCK'S VOICE

What was it?

CLYDE'S VOICE

Quiet. Open the door.

BONNIE:

C'mon, c'mon...

Close-up. The DELIVERY BOY. A look of suspicion comes

across his face.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GARAGE APARTMENT.

Close-up of BONNIE--seated in the living room.

BONNIE:

(reading from a pad;

in a recital voice)

It's called "The Ballad of Suicide

Sal."

(she pauses for

effect; then begins:)

"We each of us have a good alibi

For being down here in the 'joint';

But few of them really are justified

If you get right down to the point.

You've heard of a woman's glory

Being spent on a downright cur'."

50.

BUCK'S VOICE (O.S.)

You write that all by yourself?

BONNIE:

You want to hear this or not?

As she reads, the camera pans around the room picking out

everyone's reaction. CLYDE is looking and listening

seriously. BUCK is grinning. C.W. is blank. BLANCHE is in

the kitchen cooking.

BONNIE:

"Still you can't always judge the

story

As true, being told by her.

Now 'Sal' was a gal of rare beauty,

Though her features were coarse and

tough--"

BUCK:

Yeah, I knew her. She was cockeyed

and had a hare-lip and no teeth!

BONNIE flashes him a look that could kill. He shuts up fast.

She continues:

BONNIE:

"Now 'Sal' was a gal of rare

beauty,

Though her features were coarse and

tough;

She never once faltered from duty

To play on the 'up and up'."

Still listening, CLYDE gets up from his chair and walks

slowly past the living room windows. The camera angled

slightly above him, sees down the street. We see two police

cars quietly pulling up. One of them parks sideways in the

driveway to block escape from the garage, the other stays on

the street. CLYDE turns and looks out the window.

BONNIE:

(o.s. as we see out

the window)

"Sal told me this tale on the

evening

Before she was turned out free,

And I'll do my best to relate it

Just as she told it to me--"

CLYDE:

(seeing it)

It's the law.

51.

As soon as CLYDE calls out, BLANCHE drops the frying pan on

the floor and begins screaming. Camera cuts back to the

living room. Everyone else leaps into action. Guns begin

blazing from everywhere; we rarely see who is shooting at

whom.

EXT. GARAGE APARTMENT. DAY.

The police, down the stairs into the garage--we follow them

with a hand-held camera tracking rapidly.

EXT. STREET. DAY.

BLANCHE, however, in utter panic, just runs right out the

front door, and begins running down the quiet residential

street, going nowhere, anywhere.

EXT. GARAGE APARTMENT. DAY.

BUCK, crouching, shooting with one hand, gets the garage

door open. A policeman fires. BUCK fires back and the cop

falls dead in the street. BUCK, firing, dashes to the

police car blocking their escape and releases the hand brake.

CLYDE, BONNIE and C.W. leap into their car, gun the motor,

still shooting madly. Two more police fall dead or wounded.

One policeman is hurled through a fence by the blast of a

sawed-off shotgun. BUCK jumps into the car with the others.

They now begin to bump the police car with their car. The

police car picks up speed as they push it and it tears into

the street right at the group of firing police. The gang's

car turns into the street toward the running BLANCHE.

BONNIE and CLYDE are in front; BUCK and C.W. in the back

seat firing back at police. The car pulls alongside the

wildly running BLANCHE; the back door is flung open and in

almost the style of a cartoon, two hands reach out and lift

her off her feet and pull her into the car. They speed away.

CUT TO:

INT. CAR. DAY.

The inside of the car, still speeding. BLANCHE is hysterical.

C.W. is still firing out the window. The pursuing police

car's driver is shot and the car crashes into a tree. The

gang is not being pursued now, but CLYDE is driving at 90.

BLANCHE is moaning and crying. BONNIE, in front, turns

around furiously.

BONNIE:

Dammit, you almost got us killed!

52.

BLANCHE:

(crying)

What did I do wrong? I s'pose

you'd be happier if I got shot.

BONNIE:

(at her bitchiest)

Yeah, it would of saved us all a

lot of trouble.

BLANCHE:

Buck, don't let that woman talk to

me like that!

BUCK:

(caught in the middle

of a bad situation,

knowing Blanche is

wrong, but trying to

soothe her)

You shouldn't have done it, Blanche.

(quietly, cont.)

It was a dumb thing to do.

BLANCHE:

(switching tactics)

Please, Buck, I didn't marry you to

see you shot up! Please, let's go!

Let's get out of here and leave.

Make him stop the car and let us out!

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