Bonnie and Clyde Page #13

Cut to a close-up of a burglar alarm button. Slowly a hand

crawls up the wall and a finger slowly moves to push the

button. When the finger is about one inch away, suddenly a

gun appears in the frame and gently taps the hand away. The

camera pulls back to reveal BUCK smiling at a lady teller.

BUCK:

Don't do nothin' silly now.

Cut to CLYDE standing near the door, training his guns on

the entire bank. A farmer stands a few feet away, some

bills clutched in his hand.

CLYDE:

That your money or the bank's?

FARMER:

Mine.

CLYDE:

Keep it, then.

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Across the floor, the bank guard in the corner takes

advantage of CLYDE's distraction to go for his gun. CLYDE

spots it and fires a shot that just knocks the bank guard's

hat off without harming him.

CLYDE:

(to the guard, who

has practically

frozen in fear)

Next time I'll aim a little lower.

They finish robbing the bank. They start to exit. Near the

door stands a guard with his hands raised. He wears sun

glasses of the period. As they leave BUCK snatches the sun

glasses from the guard's head.

BUCK:

Get a good look at us! We're the

Barrow boys.

EXT. BANK. DAY.

The gang runs wildly into the street where the car waits,

motor running. As they leap into car, BUCK throws the sun

glasses into BLANCHE's lap.

BUCK:

Happy birthday.

They zoom off. Shots are heard. BONNIE, BUCK and CLYDE

begin firing at the bank guards who are pursuing them. The

guards fire back.

Close-up. BLANCHE sitting in the back seat with her fingers

stuck tightly in her ears, eyes shut, trying to overcome her

panic. A funny image, but one that also awakens pity. The

next sequence is carried out in cross-cutting.

CUT TO:

The street in front of the bank. Police car pulls up and

the excited crowd gestures in the direction of the departed

gang. The siren starts.

CUT TO:

INT. GANG CAR. DAY.

The siren heard now in the far distance.

BUCK:

(to C.W. at the wheel)

Kick it in the pants, C.W.

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CLYDE:

We got to make that state line!

C.W.

(driving like a wild

man, but adlibing loudly)

Can't get more'n this out of a

Plymouth!

CUT TO:

INT. BANK.

The gang has left a legacy of celebrity behind. We see the

bank guard whose hat was shot off being interviewed by a

reporter. He is seated in a chair, his shirt open at the

collar and a woman teller is fanning him.

BANK GUARD:

(enjoying the limelight)

Then he saw me goin' for my gun.

Clyde Barrow himself, I mean. And

suddenly I was starin' into the

face of death!

WOMAN TELLER:

Tsk, tsk.

A photographer steps in.

PHOTOGRAPHER:

Just look this way, Mr. Hawkins.

The bank guard hurriedly buttons up his collar and smiles as

the flashbulb goes off.

CUT TO:

EXT. GANG CAR.

Still speeding along, the siren more distant.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK.

The bank president and a policeman are posing for that

classic picture where both stand flanking a bullet hole in

the wall and point proudly at it. The flashbulb goes off.

CUT TO:

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INT. POLICE CAR.

Two men in police uniforms following BONNIE and CLYDE.

FIRST POLICEMAN:

Step on it, Randolph. We gotta

catch 'em 'fore they reach the

state line!

CUT TO:

INT. BANK.

FARMER is describing BONNIE and CLYDE to passersby who dote

on him as though he'd just had contact with a portion of the

true cross. FARMER is aware of his position.

FARMER:

Clyde?...he looked like, well he

looked real...clean...and Bonnie,

she's too much a lady ever to be

caught with a cigar in her mouth...I

don't care what you heard before.

I saw 'em right here, not twenty

minutes ago...

(gravely)

--and all's I can say is, they did

right by me, and I'm bringin' me a

mess of flowers to their funeral.

CUT TO:

INT. GANG'S CAR.

Car slows up perceptibly as CLYDE says:

CLYDE:

Okay, relax. We're in Oklahoma now.

Slow down.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE CAR.

FIRST POLICEMAN:

Turn around. Don't waste no more

gas.

SECOND POLICEMAN

(a young eager beaver type)

Ain't we gone to catch 'em?

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FIRST POLICEMAN:

Hell, they're over the State line.

That's out of our jurisdiction.

SECOND POLICEMAN

Why don't we get 'em anyway?

FIRST POLICEMAN:

I ain't gone to risk my life in

Oklahoma. That's their problem.

CUT TO:

EXT. CAR.

Now the gang's car is seen traveling down a long, narrow

country road surrounded by cornfields.

CUT TO:

EXT. ROADSIDE BY WOODS. DAY.

They get out, taking the various bags of money with them,

and dump the lot on the hood. There is not an impressive

amount of money.

CLYDE:

(disappointed)

Hell. That ain't much, is it?

BUCK:

(commiseratingly)

Times is hard,

CLYDE:

Well, let's get to it.

He begins dealing and splitting the money out on the hood of

the car, as they gather around.

CLYDE:

This is Clyde Barrow.

(lays down a bill)

Buck Barrow...

(lays down a bill)

Bonnie Parker...C.W.

(goes back to the

first again and lays

out another round)

Clyde, Buck...Bonnie...C.W. Clyde,

Clyde again...Buck...Bonnie...C.W.

BUCK and BLANCHE stand watching. BLANCHE looks fretful.

She nudges BUCK and whispers to him.

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BUCK whispers something back to her. Meanwhile, CLYDE's

counting still goes on.

CLYDE:

Bonnie...C.S....Clyde...

BUCK:

(very ill at east in

this position he has

been forced into)

Um...eh...Clyde?

CLYDE:

Hah?

BUCK is clearly embarrassed.

BUCK:

Uh, Clyde...well...what about

Blanche?

Everyone reacts with stunned amazement at BLANCHE's nerve in

wanting to get her cut.

BONNIE:

(incredulous)

WHAT?

BLANCHE sees she has to rise to her own defense, and she

rises to the occasion with spirit and verve.

BLANCHE:

Well, why not? Say I earned my

share! Same as everybody. I

coulda got killed same as everybody,

and I'm wanted by the law same as

everybody. Besides I coulda got

snake bit sleepin' in them woods

every night!

(building it up)

I'm just a nervous wreck and that's

the truth. And I have to listen to

sass from Miss Bonnie Parker all

the time. I deserve mine!

Close. BUCK. Day--looking at CLYDE, his face full of weak

smiles and embarrassment at his wife.

CLYDE:

(with a sigh)

Okay...okay...hold your horses,

Blanche. You'll get your share.

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BONNIE is livid but says nothing. CLYDE, the leader has

decided. C.W. looks indignant, like a hog who's just been

given a bath. CLYDE begins counting all over again in near

silence.

BUCK:

Married a preacher's daughter and

she still thinks she's takin' the

collection.

Everyone now laughs, but BLANCHE. CLYDE continues counting.

BUCK:

(to Blanche)

Well, don't spend it all in one

place now, hear?

BONNIE:

She'll be doin' right well to spend

it at all.

BONNIE turns and ambles away from the car. After a moment

CLYDE stops counting and moves after her. He's prepared for

a fight, stands behind BONNIE's arched back trying to gauge

the degree of hostility there.

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