Bonnie and Clyde Page #12

The gang grabs the man and takes his handcuffs from his belt.

CLYDE makes him lean on the car's hood, arms extended, legs

spread, while he frisks him. In general, everyone is

excited over the capture. BONNIE takes the sheriff's gun

and delicately places it on the radiator grill like an

object d'art.

CLYDE:

(examining the man's

wallet, really surprised)

Well, now, getta load of this. I

want y'all to know we are in the

custody of Cap'n Frank Bryce, and

Frank here is a Texas Ranger.

Rev. angle across hood--so BRYCE's face, not visible to

CLYDE or anyone else behind him, is in foreground. His

gnarled, powerful hands tremble slightly on the hood, as tho

they might crinkle the metal like so much tissue paper. His

eyes stare toward camera relentlessly, unblinking, but

without passion. They are shark's eyes. They have witnessed

much carnage, devoured it, and are still wide open for more.

58.

C.W.

Sure 'nough, Clyde?

BUCK:

Say there, peacemaker. I believe

you got your spurs all tangled up.

You're in Missouri, you know that?

CLYDE has been going thru the man's credentials. Not so

pleasantly:

CLYDE:

You didn't know you was in Missouri?

C.W.

He's lost, this here Texas Ranger.

CLYDE claps BRYCE's hands behind his back, handcuffs him,

spins him around.

CLYDE:

(a little pissed)

--he ain't lost...them banks are

offerin' extra reward money fer us,

and Frank figured on easy pickin's,

didn't you?

(he suddenly knocks

Bryce's hat off)

Didn't you?

BRYCE flinches involuntarily. BUCK suddenly grows wary at

CLYDE's mood. CLYDE leans into BRYCE, looking up.

CLYDE:

--Now you ain't hardly doin' your

job, Texas Ranger. You oughta be

home lookin' after the rights of

poor folks, not out chasin' after us.

He suddenly hefts BRYCE's huge bulk onto the fender.

BUCK:

(trying to be casual)

Easy there, Clyde. Why take is so

personal.

CLYDE:

(to Bryce)

Reg'lar laws is one thing. But

this here bounty hunting, we got to

discourage that.

BLANCHE looks very uncomfortable. She starts to say

something, but BUCK intervenes.

59.

BUCK:

Like how, Clyde?-

A tense moment. CLYDE can't think of anything right away.

C.W.

(trying to be helpful)

Shoot him.

BONNIE shoots C.W. an angry glance--it's just what the gang

doesn't want.

C.W.

(trying again)

...hang him?...

Reaction--BONNIE carefully gauging the moment to intervene.

BONNIE:

(suddenly)

--uh-uh. Take his picture.

CLYDE's not sure he's heard right. Neither is C.W.

C.W.

Take his picture?

BONNIE:

(pointedly ignoring

C.W., brightly)

Then we'll let the newspapers have

it--so's everyone can see Captain

Frank Bryce of the Texas Rangers

with the Barrow gang-

(moving demurely to Bryce)

--and all bein' just as friendly as

pie.

BUCK:

(grasping

possibilities immediately)

...yeah, yeah...

BONNIE:

(continuing right on,

coyly picking up

Bryce's gun from grill)

--why we 'bout the friendliest

folks in the world. Texas Ranger

waves his big ol' gun at us, and we

just welcome him like he's one of

our own.

60.

CLYDE:

(grinning widely)

Buck, get the Kodak!

BUCK:

(relieved and excited)

Hot dog!

CLYDE:

(to Bryce)

We're mighty proud to have a Texas

Ranger in the family.

BRYCE is obviously not pleased with this turn of events.

Following dialogue is overlapped, ad-libbed, etc. A sense

of mounting glee at the kind of vengeance they are going to

exact.

New angle. BUCK is fiddling with the camera, setting up the

shot with CLYDE. BUCK's following speech should be heard,

b.g., to CLYDE's speech below it.

BUCK:

...keep him set on the hood,

there...more to the sun, like

that...yeah...when all his ranger

friends see this...I bet he's gonna

wish he was dead!

CLYDE:

(to Bryce)

...see what come o' your

mischief?...not doin' your job?

Down in Duncanville last year poor

farmers kepts the laws away from us

with shot guns...you're s'posed to

be protectin' them from us, and

they're protectin' us from you.

(giggling)

--don't make sense, do it?

BUCK:

C'mon, now, Clyde, you and Bonnie

first. Move into him, right close,

right friendly.

CLYDE:

All righty

(to Bryce, whose

hands are tied,

hemmed in by them both)

Don't move, now, hear?

61.

CLYDE grandly puts an arm on BRYCE's shoulder, BONNIE,

looking up admiringly from the other side. BUCK takes the

picture. BONNIE immediately hops onto the hood, next to

BRYCE.

BONNIE:

How's this? "Captain Bryce and new

found friend."

She coyly loosens his tie, tousles his hair, and plants a

big kiss on him while still ogling camera.

CLYDE:

...yeah, yeah...quick, Buck, get

it...

BUCK:

...I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it.

Quite suddenly BRYCE, whose simmering intensity we should be

more sensitive to than the gang is, spits on Bonnie. BONNIE

half-screams in disgust, but CLYDE is on top of BRYCE in a

flash, half-strangling on his own fury. He pulls BRYCE off

the fender by the handcuffs, spinning him around crazily

like a lasso. BRYCE is literally ricocheted off the car by

the force, and, with CLYDE hanging on by the cuffs, plummets

down the embankment to the sandy beach below, both men

falling, spinning. BRYCE rises shakily. He tries to walk

away. CLYDE grabs him again by the handcuffs and hurls him

out into the water. BRYCE smacks into a tree stump poking

out of the shallows and goes down. CLYDE is on top of him.

Meanwhile, BUCK has rushed down into the water, tries to

pull CLYDE off BRYCE.

BUCK:

(frantic)

I got the picture. I got the

picture...

CLYDE:

(oblivious)

Lemme be, lemme be...

BRYCE reaches the surface and CLYDE tries to throw him into

deeper water. He hitches BRYCE over a moldy skiff, knocking

aside one of the oars. BUCK upends BRYCE into the skiff and

kicks it spinning. CLYDE picks up an oar and hurls it like

a boomerang, ass over end at the skiff. It kicks up a spray.

BUCK:

(holding tightly to

Clyde, yelling)

I got the PICTURE!

62.

Reaction. CLYDE waist deep, breathing heavily.

CLYDE:

...All right, all right...

(to Bryce, yelling)

WE GOT YOU...HEAR?... REMEMBER...

YOU... YOUR FACE...WE GOT IT...WE

GOT YOU...WE GOT YOU...WE GOT YOU...

BRYCE, battered and handcuffed, stares back with mindless

malice from the lazily spinning skiff to the hysterical

spectre of CLYDE, screaming his madness across the water.

DISSOLVE:

INT. BANK.

Inside the bank. In contrast to the previous inept bank

robbery scene, this one goes admirably well, the gang

performing slickly and without a hitch. As they enter,

dripping wet, CLYDE makes a general announcement to everyone

to the bank.

CLYDE:

This is the Barrow gang.

(the people turn and freeze)

Everybody just take it easy and

nobody will get hurt.

CLYDE covers the door. BONNIE and BUCK go to the tellers'

cages and get money. BUCK goes inside, emptying out the

cash drawers. Cut to BONNIE filling the sack.

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