Bonnie and Clyde Page #5
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- 1967
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EXT. GROCERY STORE. DAY.
BONNIE sees CLYDE and the BUTCHER holding his legs. She is
terrified. CLYDE drags him out on the street. The BUTCHER
won't let go. CLYDE, in real panic, aims the gun at his
head and fires. Click. Out of bullets. In blind fury, he
pistol-whips the BUTCHER's head with two terrific swipes.
Finally the BUTCHER lets go. Hysterical, CLYDE jumps away
and leaps into the car on the other side. BONNIE still at
the wheel.
CLYDE:
Get the hell out of here!
They drive-off at top speed.
22.
INT. CAR. DAY.
CLYDE is shaken. He speaks haltingly, panting; trying to
get control of himself.
CLYDE:
Damn him, that big son of a b*tch...
He tried to kill me... I ain't got
eyes in back of my head... I didn't
want to hurt him. It wasn't a real
robbery... Some food and a little
bit of dough. I'm not against him.
Damn!
EXT. SPEEDING CAR. DAY.
The car is speeding down an open road. Suddenly it begins
to buck and cough. There is something wrong with the motor.
CLOSE SHOT. C.W. MOSS. EXT. FILLING STATION.
His cherubic cheeks are puffed up as he blows into the fuel
lines of CLYDE's car. There is a distinctly flat sound.
Reaction:
CLYDE and BONNIE. CLYDE stands by the hood.BONNIE remains seated in the car. CLYDE is covered with
sweat and grease--clearly he has gotten in his licks on the
engine without success. Neither he nor BONNIE seems
impressed by the noise C.W. is making.
Another angle. C.W.--as he screws back the fuel line and
moves between BONNIE and CLYDE to the ignition, turning the
engine over. It purrs beautifully. CLYDE is astonished.
CLYDE:
What was wrong, anyway?
C.W.
(moving back to screw
on gas cap)
Air bubble--clogged the fuel line.
C.W. now stands between BONNIE and CLYDE.
C.W.
(continuing)
I just blowed her away.
CLYDE still can't get over it.
CLYDE:
You just blowed it away.
C.W. belches. He is embarrassed before BONNIE.
23.
C.W.
'Scuse me, ma'm... Anythin' else I
can do for you?
CLYDE nods vigorously, looking across C.W.'s back to BONNIE.
BONNIE gets the message.
BONNIE:
Well...I'm not sure...
(she looks around)
Say, them little red things there
stickin' up? Are they gas pumps?
C.W.
(he's not too bright)
Sure.
BONNIE:
Isn't that interesting? How does
little old car?
C.W.
(trying to be helpful)
Well, y'see, there's this tank
underground, and the gas comes up
this tube into the pump and into
your car, M'am.
BONNIE:
My, you're a smart fellow. You
sure know a lot about automobiles,
don't you?
C.W.
(he has no idea he's
being toyed with)
Yeah, I do.
BONNIE:
Well, would you know what kind of a
car this is?
C.W.
(touching it)
Yeah, it's a Chevrolet 8-cylinder
coupe.
BONNIE:
No, no.
C.W.
Sure it is.
24.
BONNIE:
No, this is a stolen Chevrolet 8cylinder
coupe.
C.W. jerks his hand off it as if he touched a hot stove.
CLYDE:
(getting in the conversation)
You ain't scared, are you?
(to Bonnie)
I believe he is. What a pity. We
sure coulda used a smart boy who
knows such a great deal about
automobiles.
(suddenly businesslike,
to C.W.)
You a good driver, boy?
C.W.
(getting quite confused)
I guess so.
CLYDE:
(pretending to cool
on him)
No, I don't think so. He's better
off here...
BONNIE:
What's your name, boy?
C.W.
C.W. Moss.
BONNIE:
What's the C.W. for?
C.W.
(reluctantly)
Clarence Wallace.
BONNIE:
I'm Miss Bonnie Parker and this is
Mr. Clyde Barrow. We... rob...
banks.
(C.W. reacts with
wide eyes)
CLYDE:
(swiftly, testing his mettle)
Ain't nothing wrong with that, is
there, boy?
25.
C.W.
(nervously)
Uh, nope-
BONNIE:
(with a put-on sigh)
No, he ain't the one.
CLYDE:
Unless, Boy, you think you got
enough guts for our line of work?
C.W.
(affronted in his
dumb way)
What do you mean? I served a year
in the reform school.
BONNIE:
Oh, a man with a record!
CLYDE:
(laughs)
Now look here, I know you got the
nerve to short-change old ladies
who come in for gas, but what I'm
askin' you is have you got what it
takes to pull bank jobs with us?
BONNIE:
Mr. C.W. Moss?
C.W.
(anxious to prove himself)
Sure, I could. Sure I could. I
ain't scared, if that's what you
think.
CLYDE:
Prove it.
C.W. walks away from the car. Camera remains where it was.
We see him walk inside the gas station office, open the cash
drawer, close it and come out. He emerges with a fistful of
money. He walks over to BONNIE's window, sticks his hand
inside and drops the money on her lap. We see the bills
flutter down. Not a word is spoken. BONNIE moves over into
the middle. C.W. opens the door and gets in behind the
wheel. For a moment we see them all sitting there, each
smiling their little smile. CLYDE starts to hum a hillbilly
tune quietly. The sound track picks it up (banjo and
violin, etc.) and as the music swells, they drive off down
the road.
26.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY.
A small room with a bed. On it, covered by a sheet which
humps like a mountain over his enormous stomach, is the
BUTCHER. His head is propped up on a pillow and he sips a
liquid through a bent glass straw. Camera is on the left
side of the head of the bed, seeing the BUTCHER in a three-
quarter profile. On the opposite side of the bed stands a
uniformed patrolman who is in the act of flashing mug-shot
photos for the BUTCHER to identify his assailant. The
lawman holds a stack of them in front of them, swiftly
changing the cards like a grade-school teacher with her
flash cards. At each picture, the BUTCHER grunts negatively
and goes on sipping from his glass straw. One picture, two,
three go by. The fourth picture is a mug shot of CLYDE.
Again the BUTCHER grunts 'no,' without hesitation. As the
next picture comes into view, we
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. MOTEL. NIGHT.
--on a painted wooden sign, lit by one attached light, which
reads:
"MOTOR COURT".INT. ROOM IN MOTOR COURT. NIGHT.
--in darkness. Camera is close on BONNIE. She is awake and
restless. O.S. comes the measured snoring that we will
think comes from CLYDE. BONNIE raises up and kneels over
Clyde. She needs him. Clyde seems to snore on. Camera
drops between them and we see that the snoring actually
comes from C.W. BONNIE drops back on her pillow. We cut
close on CLYDE. He is awake.
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