Bonnie & Clyde (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Part 2 - full transcript
I'd like to make
a withdrawal.
Put it down!
Drop it!
Her name's Bonnie Parker.
I'm the girl that's gonna make
your dreams come true.
She's romantically linked
with a rebellious
disenfranchised son of Texas.
Put your heads down!
You deserve yourself
way better than Clyde Barrow.
I think the two of them
are about to embark
on a crime spree.
Say, Clyde, take the gun.
- Hear that?
- Clyde!
You're supposed to be
in prison, big brother.
I'm gonna spend the rest
of the weekend
with this lovely thing here.
Go! Step on it!
- Are you Frank Hamer?
- I used to be.
I bet wrongdoers
hated having you
and that big mount of yours
on their ass.
Despite all the things
we've done,
no one had been killed before.
After tonight, nothing was ever
gonna be the same.
Bonnie & Clyde
Part 2 (Final)
You know what
I've been thinking, Clyde?
I think we should
do bigger jobs.
Maybe we shouldn't
do any more jobs.
Well, fine, but...
If we're gonna,
they ought to be big ones.
Aren't going to get
that lake house of yours
doing five-and-dime stickups.
And stuff can go wrong
just as likely doing them.
Don't feel comfortable
doing bigger jobs
just the two of us.
Maybe we should
hook back up with Fults.
What, so he can gun
down some poor sob
done nothing wrong whatsoever?
Well, what about your brother?
'Cause he's done
his time, hasn't he?
Yeah, and he ain't
looking to do anymore.
Uh-uh. I ain't getting
Buck involved in this.
Well, somebody else then.
Oh, pull bigger jobs,
we'd need bigger guns, too.
Well, then somebody else
and bigger guns.
Weren't you just crying
about that poor son of
a bitch in the pj's?
Oh, for Pete sake, Clyde,
I'm not saying we use 'em.
If we pull big guns on people,
they're gonna do exactly
what we tell 'em to.
All right, look here.
Just so you know,
who's in the gang, what we do,
what kind of guns we use,
or if we go and join
a damn monastery...
It's all up to me.
I make the decisions.
All right?
Fine.
Just a thought.
Sorry I had one.
Right here.
Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
Barrow?
Missed me?
Where'd you get the suit?
Just picked it up
from a tailor.
Damn crazy.
Three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.
Herman?
We got one too many convicts.
Now you're about to
have one too few.
Don't move.
Gonna shoot me,
are you, Barrow?
Go! Go!
Move 'em around on the side!
Through here!
They're heading for the road!
Down, get down!
Bonnie, Ray.
Ray, Bonnie.
Like your choice
of weapons, Bonnie.
It's the warden.
Watch this.
Clyde?
What are they doing?
They're busting out.
Clyde, you really need to?
Yup.
Barrow.
Oh, God.
Ma'am.
Here to see colonel Simmons.
I'll let him know
you're both here.
Thanks.
You're Frank Hamer.
I'm Ted hinton,
deputy with
the Dallas P.D.
I, uh... I
know Bonnie.
Know both her and
Clyde by sight.
I know who you are.
And I know what you know.
Simmons:
It's your posse, Frank.
But I would put 'em on the spot,
make sure it's them,
and shoot everybody in sight.
So that's about the run of it.
Any questions?
Just one.
Hope I'm not hearing
the idea's to, uh,
shoot first and ask 'em
to put up their hands up
when they're too dead to do it.
Before she met Barrow,
Bonnie Parker was a good girl
from a good family.
Yeah, well bringing 'em
to trial'd be best in any case.
If you collar Barrow,
it wouldn't displease me
in the least.
We'd love having him back.
Not a question of if.
Just when.
If it's all the same, let's keep
the press out of this.
Barrow finds out
we're on their trail,
just make our job a lot harder.
Anything you can tell me
from Barrow's time here,
that might help in tracking him,
distinguishing characteristics
or the like?
He just might be limping
on his left side.
Barrow paid the guy
he busted out to hack that
little piggy off.
Always heard legends
seemed smaller
when you met 'em.
Was wondering if I
could buy you dinner,
on the fort worth herald,
would like to do a full-on
feature on you.
The herald.
You must be P.J. Lane?
I read some of your pieces,
miss Lane.
You ought to be writing fiction.
How's that? It's
inventive how you made
law enforcement seem the bad guy
for insinuating
that Barrow had something to do
with the murder of that hardware
store owner.
What would dinner on you get me?
Keep you from having to
read the same well of baloney
that's been written about you
before, about being able to hear
shots before they're fired, and
gunning down 56 outlaws and all.
57, miss Lane.
Have a good one.
Come on, Hamer.
Going to
write about you either way.
Least tell me
what about Bonnie and Clyde
brought you out of retirement?
It was the publicity.
Yeah, that's what they said.
Officer:
Stop! Police!
Get in!
Stop!
I think you picked
the right bank to spring, Clyde.
You smoke, Bonnie Parker?
Nope.
I was raised Christian.
You dropped something.
Do yourself a favor, Ray...
Grab a cold bath.
Bonnie:
What's for breakfast?
Lady at the bakery said
these are best
damn donuts ever.
Great.
I got you something else, too.
- Yeah?
- Yep.
What?
Kodak folding
autographic, all right?
It's got focusable lenses,
eight pictures per roll,
the whole deal.
Figure it's
time we do something
about that old sophomore
photo of yours, huh?
Yeah. So, I want
to shoot you down there,
get you on some rocks,
clump of trees...
Clyde, Clyde,
we aren't shooting
the photos today.
Why not?
Problem with that
sophomore photo,
I didn't know they were
taking them that day.
Girl's got to get... clothes,
tailoring to get the fit.
And you're just
asking for trouble
if you don't get a makeover.
What's a makeover?
You could stand some new duds.
Not to mention a cut.
Your hair is strictly '20s.
Hey there, you be nice.
Been in there forever.
My turn for a dip.
Unless you want to double dip.
You got water in those ears?
I'm talking to you.
You all right, Clyde?
We need to stop.
What?
Did you...
Did you see this?
You see who they hired
to hunt us?
Looks like he's seen
better days.
Yeah. You know,
I met him...
Back at the blacksmith shop.
I knew it was a sign
we needed to stop all this.
Frank Hamer's the
meanest son of a bitch.
I know it sounds crazy, but...
I seen something,
and it wasn't good at all.
So all this is about one
of those things you see, Clyde?
No, you don't understand.
Oh, I understand.
You keep talking like that,
they're gonna put you in a place
worse than your prison farm.
We need to get out
while we can, Bonnie.
Forget about Ray
and robbing banks; All of it.
Bonnie: And get into
what, missionary work?
And-and if I have a dream...
About a purple,
nine-eyed demon under our bed,
should we give up
sleeping together?
You think I'm
kidding around here, huh?
No.
We just risked our necks
to bust Ray out
so that we could get done what
we both agreed we were gonna do,
so we could get
what we both wanted.
Yeah? Well, maybe I
already got what I wanted.
And if I say it's time
to shut it down, then,
it's time to shut it down,
all right?
Well, maybe it is.
Maybe it is.
Bonnie?
I'm fine, Clyde.
Yeah? It's almost midnight...
You gonna come to bed?
Will when I'm done bathin'.
Since when you smokin'?
What's going on, Bon?
You had some premonition
or something.
I guess I got to try
to understand that.
But I knew there were
gonna be lawmen after us.
And whatever this
Frank Hamer is to you,
he's just another one to me.
And I got to tell you
what i see looking forward
isn't dark and
foreboding at all.
I see the two of us
waking up one day with
all this behind us,
with everything
we ever dreamed of.
Now, maybe the road we're taking
To get to dreamland...
Isn't the greatest.
But it's the road
that called us.
And if you're...
Demanding we stop this thing
we're doing, then...
I don't know...
Maybe I'm gonna have
to find some other way
to get where I'm supposed to be.
You ain't goin' nowhere.
Hey, not like I break
the lens or anything.
Snap a couple
with me and Bonnie.
All right.
Get more of a close-up.
You're way back there.
You can hardly see our smiles.
Go ahead.
What?
That'll make you look mean.
Not to mention sexy.
Hey, Ray, you got some tobacco
on your lip.
Oh.
Yeah, let me see that.
I get it?
Right there.
Come here.
Got you a little
something for you.
Snap one like
this first. Oh.
Bonnie: All right. Wait.
Make it even better,
right here.
Like you look mean.
Come on.
Was really excited to hear
the governor and colonel Simmons
got you on board,
captain Hamer... we can use
all the help we can get.
And we narrowed it down
to a five-state area.
Barrow's only committed
a couple of his crimes
outside of here, Texas.
You can tell
by the density on the map
where he's done
most of his damage.
We've, uh, got all
the information
from the crimes in
this journal here,
every detail you can imagine.
We've recovered
some of the clothes.
You could take a look at 'em
if you want.
And, hell, if we weren't prohibited
from crossing state lines
in our pursuit of him,
we'd already have him by now.
Well, I-I
ain't prohibited.
What I'd like is
for you to just...
Stop talking for a minute,
sheriff.
Give me a pencil?
One that works.
What we got here is
a creature of habit.
And unless he's
changed his spots,
I'd say where he'd
be next is...
Somewhere in missou'.
Thought you might
be interested in this.
Seems like the man that Bonnie
and Clyde busted out of Eastham
just got picked up trying
to thumb a ride. Where?
Joplin, Missouri.
Here. Thank you.
Thanks, Smoot.
Um, we'll be in touch.
Well, that's why
they bust you out, Ray?
No other jobs they might need
another gun for?
Yeah.
They told me they wanted
to track down Frank Hamer,
bust a cap on him
when he was sleeping.
You know, Ray, I grouse hunt
with judge Wexler.
Might be worth your while
to tell us something
we don't know.
I ain't no stool, Hamer.
Fine, you do right by Barrow,
but I'll tell you,
he done you no favors
by busting you out of Eastham.
Colonel Simmons, he ain't fond
of runners, and he's tight
with judge Wexler.
I don't intervene
on your behalf,
you ain't got one day left
in your life
without Simmons' thumb
stuck up your ass.
They were talking about
getting back into banks.
Getting some banks
with some real money.
Bonnie thought we'd pull
some jobs the size
of what pretty boy was.
We could get out
of criming sooner.
I don't know. Probably try to
find somebody to take my place.
Got any specifics
on which banks?
Who the somebody might be?
No.
They kept the planning to themselves.
You better
tell me something I don't know
about Bonnie and Clyde,
Ray.
Come on.
They stay in campgrounds!
Or just camp out
'less Bonnie can talk Clyde
out of it.
He tends to run careful,
drive all night if he's
spooked, always the backroads.
Keeps a stack of license plates,
always switching 'em.
And fords,
Clyde loves big block fords.
Won't Jack a car
'less it's a v-8.
Done us all a favor, Hamilton.
I'll talk to Wexler for you.
Get a mug shot of Bonnie
and Clyde to every bank
in the five-state area.
Find out from Simmons
who Barrow consorted with in the
pen who's no longer in the pen.
Doubt he'd break in again.
See if we can get local law
to keep an eye on the cons,
an eye out for Barrow.
Hinton: You know, a while back there
was a burglary around big "D,"
and it wasn't just Clyde
we went looking for.
Should think
about getting somebody
on his big brother Buck.
Good.
See it's done.
But where am I gonna find you?
If Barrow drives a V-8, we
got to upgrade our horse.
Coming.
I'll be damned.
How you doing, big brother?
Good. Good.
Real good.
You look good yourself.
Bonnie.
Well, you guys come in.
Her and blanche can bump gums.
We'll all catch up.
Well, maybe best
if you come out to the car.
Got a little hooch.
You told them no, didn't you?
After the whiskey,
what'd he promise you, the moon?
No, he didn't promise me
the moon.
Just enough scratch to get us
a home of our own, give us
a running start. Daddy, we're
doing all right without them.
We're living
at your father's house.
And he orders me around
like a lapdog.
We ain't doing all right.
He's giving you an opportunity.
And so is Clyde.
Besides, he's my brother
and he needs me to
look out for him.
Well, you'll both end up
back in prison.
Ain't nothing bad gonna
happen, all right, darling?
Just start packing.
Uh...
What do you think you're doing?
We're married.
Well... I'll write to you.
Daddy?
She ain't coming?
Probably for the best.
All right.
Let's go.
Daddy!
Daddy! Looks like she
changed her mind.
Am I stopping?
Hey, Buck, you expecting
any laws for supper?
Maybe they heard
you was in town.
Clyde the drive!
Go, baby!
Baptism by fire, baby!
Adios!
Narrator: America's crime
wave recently became
a full-fledged hurricane,
as Charles Arthur
"pretty boy" Floyd
made headlines in Kansas City,
committing
a brazen daylight attack
to free Frank Nash,
a federal prisoner
being returned to leavenworth.
Pretty boy and his ruthless
associates opened fire
with Tommy guns
blazing, outside the
Kansas city why the
hell ain't we up there?
Train station,
killing five lawmen
in what is becoming known
as the Kansas City massacre.
Let's go!
Hands up.
Let's go.
The heck you do that for?
Thought I saw something.
Don't think the workday's over.
Shouldn't you be
out on the trail,
trying to put a bullet
in someone's head?
You know how most outlaws
get caught, miss Lane?
Enlighten me.
Tips.
From John Q. Public.
Problem with Bonnie and Clyde
is we're not getting any.
Now, I appreciate you're trying
to make your star on their skin.
But let me tell you
the next beat
in this story of yours.
Pretty soon somebody else
ends up dead,
and there ain't no way
you can perfume that.
And you'll be wondering
if you hadn't painted Bonnie
and Clyde like garbo and gable
maybe somebody would've stepped
forward, done the right thing,
and this husband or that father
wouldn't be dead at all.
If I don't write this
story, someone else will.
I suppose, but I don't
see anybody else
throwing out
these photo spreads.
How'd you run across
these pictures?
I'm good at what I do.
And I don't compromise
my sources.
All the same, I'm gonna need
to see the uncropped versions
of every one of these you got.
Yeah, well, I'm not inclined
to give them to you.
I thought you might
see it that way.
That's why... I got a warrant.
Believe we got
ourselves a shindig
in Stringtown.
What do you say
we take a break, Clyde?
Probably best not
to mix and mingle.
Come on, brother,
we could all stand
to shake a leg. Been in
this car all damn day.
Could jump a new car here
as well as anywhere.
'Sides, I got to tinkle.
Come on, sugar,
let's have some fun.
How 'bout something
a little jumpier?!
Hey, how 'bout staying
a little quieter?
And keeping that corn mash
out of sight.
Hell with these people.
Got to get to work.
Keep an eye on big brother.
All right.
Come on, baby. Let's dance.
Oh, no.
Come on. It's too
fast for me, Daddy.
I don't want to. No, I don't want to.
Come on.
Hey, give me that.
Go dance with your
sister-in-law.
It's killing her being
a wallflower.
Bonnie?
All right.
All right.
Yeah, yeah.
Try and keep up.
Come on.
Look at you, Buck, you got
a little shimmy in your shake.
Aw, hell, honey, you ain't
seen nothing yet.
Mind if I cut in?
Yeah, this ain't
no kiddie dance.
Girl needs a man.
Beat it, sport.
What?
What the hell you
looking at, cracker?
Your ugly mug.
Let's go.
Man:
Get out of here.
Officer:
Hey, buddy.
Get in.
Go, Clyde, go.
Nine-sixteenths.
Damn it.
I said nine-sixteenths.
What?
Gave me the wrong damn wrench.
And you stole the wrong ride.
What happened, Buck,
is you got drunk and stupid,
and we killed a law.
You kill a law, the others
ain't gonna stop now,
not ever.
Well, Bonnie's the one
that got everyone
looking our way, playing
to every farm boy like she
played all those stuffed shirts
at the wedding she didn't
invite you to. She was acting
like a hussy, dancing 'round
like the queen of sheba.
She's right, Clyde,
but Bonnie's got you too tight
by the balls for you to even
see it.
You'd better shut your mouth,
Marvin, or I'm gonna leave you
and brain-dead blanche
in a goddamn ditch!
Are you threatening me?!
Are you threatening me?!
You want a taste of this?!
Dumb-ass baboon.
That's it.
Aah, that's it!
Son of a bitch.
Get his eyes, Daddy,
get his eyes!
Buck, you want to blame me,
that's fine.
Clyde, you want to blame
Buck, that's fine, too,
but none of it's going
to do us any good.
Lawman's dead... none of us are
happy about that,
but better him than us.
Come hell or high water,
we're family.
We start fighting
amongst ourselves, we might
as well be pissing in the wind.
You all right?
Buck: No, you hit me
with a damn wrench.
Clyde:
Yeah.
Had to against that
right hook of yours.
Let's put on them
out-of-state plates.
Come on.
Dozen witnesses
said they were sure
it was Bonnie
they'd seen dancing.
Description of the fella that
crippled Maxwell for life
matched that of Buck Barrow.
Nobody...
Got as good a look at the man
who put a bullet in
Eugene here, but, uh...
Pretty sure it was Clyde.
Eugene has three little ones.
So the witnesses said
that the driver...
The man you think was Barrow...
Fired just once?
Seems to be the consensus.
Well, I'll leave y'all to it.
You think he was lucky, Ted,
man who fired once
and shot middle of forehead?
It's hard to say.
Just so you know,
I make my own luck.
I get a shot
at the man who done this,
I'm shooting before he does.
Suggest you do like.
Nobody appointed you
executioner, Frank.
This man's doing it
right now.
If Barrow stays to
form, he'll head east.
Alert police in
Missouri and Louisiana
that Bonnie and Clyde
might be looking for refuge
in their campgrounds,
driving their back roads,
but I want to widen the net.
As of tomorrow, I want to
be reading police reports
from Alabama, Georgia, Florida.
Yeah, but I thought
we determined
they'd stay
within that circle of yours.
Yeah, but I think killing
cops is gonna push him
out of his usual circles.
Slice of heaven, huh?
I'm fair-skinned;
too much lying in the sun
ain't good for me.
Not to mention
what you're doing to my lungs
with those stupid havanas
Buck stole.
All right, princess,
let's go for a dip.
Shouldn't we be getting
back to work soon?
You know, for being on holiday,
you seem kind of on edge.
Well, you're always on edge.
No, I'm not.
Well...
No.
Whoo!
Don't splash too much.
Watch my book.
Don't get my poetry wet.
Hinton:
Frank,
you getting the idea
it might be time
to head back to Texas?
Nope.
I was thinking it's time
to scratch my balls.
Missouri.
And those pictures.
Where are those damn pictures?
What pictures?
Them newspaper photos.
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
Get the car, Ted.
We're going to Florida.
Help you with something?
Doubtful unless you got
any guests registered
to Missouri plates 89983.
Supposed to be my day off.
Instead I got called in
on this scavenger
hunt to nowhere.
Been to every hostel and inn,
and...
Well, hello, nurse.
Ain't getting nothing but
a whole lot of butt sweat
for my efforts.
In bungalow seven.
Oh, shit.
Your phone, uh, I
need your phone.
Hey, no need to get riled.
I saw 'em drive off
this morning.
Goddamn it.
But they-they're coming back.
Uh, they ain't even
checked out.
Who y'all looking for?
Bonnie and Clyde.
Dale McClanahan.
I'm in charge here.
Heard a lot about
you, captain Hamer.
Saw your snipers
out there, Dale,
and the police cruisers
out back,
and there's more men
in here than we need.
I'd recommend him
and him,
go get in the
cruisers and drive
them and themselves
back to the station.
Your snipers... I want 'em in
here where Barrow can't see 'em,
and I can tell 'em
what I need 'em to do.
You do speak
English, don't you,
Dale?
Let's go.
Buck: Whoo, when we get
back, I'm gonna fry
these babies up,
and we can call
this fish rodeo a success.
Bonnie: I don't eat
fish... too fishy.
Well, now you tell me.
Bonnie: You've read the
story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need
of something to read
here's the story
of Bonnie and Clyde.
They call them
cold-blooded killers
they say they are
heartless and mean
but I say this with pride,
that I once knew Clyde
when he was honest
and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around
kept taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
till he said to me,
"I'll never be free...
So I'll meet a few
of them in hell."
What are you doing?
McClanahan.
We found the car, captain Hamer.
Missouri plates
89983, abandoned in Biloxi.
We got no lead where Barrow
and his gang might be.
Why'd you do it, Frank?
Why'd you come out of
retirement for Bonnie and Clyde?
The money.
I heard you were making
more as a union Buster.
Well, you know,
it's not just the salary.
Remember that pickled toe
of Barrow's
that Simmons threw at me?
I got that
in a cupboard at home.
It's Barrow's saxophone,
Bonnie's typewriter,
their clothes, their guns.
It's memorabilia, Ted.
There's a whole network
out there.
You get as much notoriety
as those two,
their stuff'll sell
for hundreds, thousands.
Longer you hang onto it,
the more it's worth.
So all them other outlaws
you took care of...
Is there much money
in memorabilia?
I could give two shits about
memorabilia, money.
I came back because there is
no better feeling on this earth
than putting a bullet
in the brain of somebody
you and God
and any half-decent person knows
needs a bullet put in 'em.
Is this the best
this damn thing can do?
How's that?
Clyde: Sometimes something happens,
something terrible avoided,
but that don't mean
it was for the better.
If I wouldn't have had
that inkling about Hamer,
it'd have all been
over in Florida,
and Bonnie would've gotten
her biggest headline then.
And there'd have been
a lot less mess.
Clyde: Everybody get on
the ground right now!
Bonnie: Don't mess
with Bonnie and Clyde.
Clyde:
Get in the vault!
Clyde: Everybody on the
damn ground right now!
Clyde:
Ain't nobody gonna catch us...
That's perfect right there.
Here.
Okay.
This thing don't want to stay
on there for some reason.
Cookies!
Oh, look at that, huh?
Thank you, honey.
And they're nice and
warm, too. You want one?
Girl: Cookie. Man:
Good job on that.
Doyle?
What the hell?!
Hey! Hey, stop!
Hey, get out
of my car! Hey! Hey!
Clyde?
You open this door!
Let go!
Hey!
Doyle?!
Doyle? Doyle? Doyle.
Doyle? Doyle?
Doyle?
Help!
It's Christmas.
Could have just pushed him off.
Christmas day.
He had a gun.
Y'all saw it, right?
How you going
to perfume this, miss Lane?
Where's the body?
How many bullets?
Man:
Yes, ma'am.
Where's my story?
I'm not sure
if I can cover them anymore.
Try saying that different.
A lot different.
I just can't help thinking
I've been aiding
and abetting, sir.
We sell newspapers, P.J.
It isn't our fingers
pulling the trigger.
You know this story
better than anyone.
You got to turn it so you
can live with yourself,
turn it.
If Bonnie and Clyde
are the bad guys,
make 'em the bad guys.
She thought he had a gun, Buck.
I didn't say nothing.
Yeah, well, don't.
All right? You
neither, blanche.
All right.
How's your mother?
Oh, she's just fine, yeah.
Thanks for asking.
All right.
Clyde:
Maybe you ought to lighten up.
Prohibition's over.
You lighten up.
You got a play on
your Jack of hearts.
I saw that.
Wish she'd just shut up.
She don't even mean it.
Why they always get
the bigger room?
Why she always the one
divvying up the money?
Can we just play dominoes,
damn it?
She talks about family,
us all sticking together,
but she's just out for herself.
She's shorting us, Buck.
That little hope chest of hers?
You noticed how she never
opens it when anyone's around?
No, I haven't.
It's probably just
her underthings.
In any damn case, it's
none of your damn business.
Like hell it isn't.
And I was
right there behind her,
and I sure didn't see no gun.
Got to go, got to go.
Buck? Buck,
we got company.
-Daddy?
-Get the light, get the light.
Okay. Daddy,
what's going on?
Hey...
Get down.
Get down.
This is the police!
We've got you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!
You got one minute
to exit the building.
Stay low, grab our stuff.
All right, all right.
Oh! No!
Clyde:
Leave the damn box!
Bonnie:
No, no, I'm not leaving it. No.
The hell you doing?!
Let's go! Let's get going!
Daddy!
No, Daddy!
Come on!
What the hell were you doing,
cutting your damn toenails?!
No, Daddy!
Daddy, no!
No!
Howdy.
Evening.
Uh, evening to you.
Uh... If I could get some...
Just a can of coffee
and some beans and...
A loaf of that
bread there, too.
Some ice. I could
use some ice.
Yeah.
Yeah, also some
of those bandages
over there, too.
And, uh...
How 'bout a can of that
lighter fluid right there?
Yeah.
Is that it?
What's the damage?
That'll be
$1.75.
All right.
Can I, uh...
Help you with that?
No, no, no. Oh, my...
Yeah, I sprained my shoulder
playing baseball with friends.
Yeah.
Keep the change.
We brought everything we had
and gave it good.
They just got lucky.
Lucky?
Unless I'm mistaken, didn't
you and I have a conversation
that I'd be here in the morning
and take charge
of the apprehension?
We had reason to believe
that they might be gone come morning.
Mm-hmm.
Really?
Had nothing to do with you
wanting to make a name
for yourself by collaring
Bonnie and Clyde?
It was like nothing
I've ever seen. It was like
the fourth of July and then some,
with Bonnie doing the shooting.
I only saw her for an instant
as their car raced by.
I'll never forget her.
She was the one firing
that Tommy.
Good girl, Ted?
Jesus, you're sweet on her.
Just got word out of Iowa.
Clerk at a market in Dexter,
works as a night marshal,
just ID'd Clyde Barrow.
You tell 'em to wait
till I got there? Tried,
but my deputy heard it
from a dispatcher.
Sounds like the train... damn big
one from what he understood...
Just left the station.
Why's every idiot with a badge
got to try to
out-idiot the other?
It's cold, Bonnie, we're cold.
Got a good fire burning now.
It'll be okay.
Blanche: Can't take no
more of Daddy's hurt.
Got to do something
about Daddy's hurt.
Put some ice on his head.
Should take down the swelling,
ease his pain.
There's also bandages
in the other one.
Can't hardly see, Clyde.
I was talking to Bonnie.
Bonnie: Your brother walked
five Miles into town
to get you this ice, Buck.
Gonna get you home.
Don't got a home.
Shh...
No!
No...
They're coming.
Come on. Wake up right now.
They're coming.
Uh... Daddy.
- Daddy, come on.
- Hustle up, hustle up!
Come on. Coming right now.
Ready!
Fire!
Everybody, out!
Daddy. Daddy, come on.
Come on.
Down by the tree!
Go on, go on!
I'm on 'em!
No!
Daddy!
Barrow, that's enough!
It's over!
No, Buck.
Clyde, help us, please!
Please. No...
Drop your weapon!
Come out with your hands up!
Do you hear me, Barrow?!
You're finished, Barrow!
Come on out!
Blanche:
No!
No, please.
No!
No laws are after us, Clyde.
Listen...
I loved Buck.
I couldn't be more sorry
about what happened to him.
Yeah, well, look on
the bright side...
You'll probably get a
nice headline out of it.
That isn't fair.
What isn't fair is my brother
lying back there with half
his damn head blown off.
I didn't want him involved.
Well, he got involved.
And even if he dies,
people are going
to remember him.
Clyde... Buck got to be
a part of something,
something that's bigger
than all of us.
You know how many people get
nothing but 60 years
of nobody knowing they're
alive, absolutely nothing?
And that's all you
care about, isn't it?
People knowing who you are.
Said you weren't a
horrible person, Bonnie,
but I was wrong.
You don't care about Buck.
You don't love me.
No, I'm just a footnote
in the story of you.
Every time the blood
was leaking
out of some poor bastard,
you figured
just as much ink flowed
to building up the legend
of Bonnie Parker.
And Christmas... that wasn't
cause for mercy, was it, huh?
No, that was just reason
for the papers to print
your picture bigger, huh?
You never saw a
goddamn gun, did you?
Did you?
Did you?!
Clyde!
Bonnie.
Get me out, get me
out, get me out.
Right through here.
At least one of 'em
got banged up, maybe burned.
They'll be looking
for safe harbor.
I want to get word out to every gang
member that ever worked with 'em,
to the families of all
the gang members,
there's full pardons
and reward money
for anyone who gives up Barrow.
Well, I hope someone does.
Been on this a while.
And we'll be on it...
Till it's finished.
Gonna get you better, Bon.
You should have
just let me burn.
If you meant even half
of what you said,
I got no reason
to keep breathing.
You got every reason.
Shh, hush now.
Hey, you remember when Clyde
didn't even trust you
to be a lookout, Bon?
Pretty boy himself
would run away
if he ran into you now.
Probably loves you,
though, you pushed him
right off the front page.
Pretty keen on staying out
of the limelight now,
Henry.
Understood.
There's no better place to do it
than nowhere Louisiana.
Really appreciate
you putting us up.
Hell, ain't no skin
off my teeth.
It's a honor to do it.
Sure your father doesn't
mind us bunking down here?
Ah, don't worry about him.
Hiding three fugitives
is no harder than one.
You keep us in groceries,
he'll be happy enough.
Hell, breakfast
with Bonnie and Clyde.
I had a dream, Cly.
What'd you dream about?
Johnny.
He was the cutest little thing,
all bundled in his crib
and laughing.
Not a care in the world.
I dreamed we had a baby.
Johnny didn't have his father's
funny little nose, did he?
He had the most perfect nose,
curly blond hair.
Blond?
And pretty green eyes
like his Daddy.
Iverson Methvin.
Yeah, I got 'em both...
Are you sure
you can make everything
my boy's done dirty
come clean, Mr. Hamer?
I don't know how much longer.
A few days, maybe a week.
She ain't doing real good.
Okay.
There's a reward, right?
Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
W-where we going, Clyde?
Texas.
Figure we should see your
family, your mama and mine,
get some new clothes.
But you bought that easter ham
for the Methvins.
Yeah, we pretty much
played out our welcome.
Mama will be
so happy to see us.
Yeah, you are so cute.
Man:
Missed that one.
They were selling
these little darlings, Clyde.
They were practically
giving 'em away.
Nah, I don't like rabbits;
They're dirty.
He's a heck of a lot
cleaner than you.
I don't want
that thing in the car.
It's a present for
my mama, Clyde.
Fine, if that's how you feel,
just take the dirty little
bunny and give it back.
What you drinking, mom?
Whatever I please.
Yeah, well, it don't look
to be pleasing you.
You look miserable.
What in hell would I have
to be miserable about?
It ain't helping anyway.
I ought to get me some
of whatever pharmaceutical
Roy Thornton's wife's
floating on over there.
She's in a lot of pain.
Pretty sure the two
of you have given
a lot more than you've gotten.
These days with the suns...
Those are the days
you've come visit.
No matter what you did,
I was always happy
to see my little ray
of sunshine.
But Buck...
He was trying to be good.
The fact that you done
so much bad,
you couldn't even go to
your own brother's funeral...
Mom.
You're the reason he's
dead and buried, Clyde,
not the cops that shot him,
not the fates.
It's just you.
Look at your cute little ears.
Hey, I was thinking
we need to start
weaning you off that amytal.
You are so cute,
mama's just gonna eat you up.
Mmm.
You hear what I'm saying?
Yeah, but right now
I've just got to say,
it's just making things easier.
You know what?
Mama's not gonna appreciate
you near as much as us.
We're gonna keep you,
Sonny boy.
What do you think about that?
Hey.
You folks all right?
Well, we're as right
as right can be.
Just enjoying the day.
Fixin' to have a little picnic,
uh, just over there
by that tree.
That's a fine enough
spot for that.
Right?
Yep.
Just wanted to make sure you're okay.
Thank you.
All right.
Happy easter, miss.
See how his head bounced, Clyde?
Just like a rubber ball.
Man: The lord is my
Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me
in the paths of righteousness
For his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
For though art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
Clyde: My great-grandma
said the good book
called the apple Eve ate
"the fruit of knowledge."
I never understood
why knowledge
was thought to be the root
of so much suffering.
Newsreel narrator: The ongoing
saga of Bonnie and Clyde
took another dark turn
on easter Sunday,
as two young lawmen, E.B.
Wheeler and holloway Murphy,
were gunned down
outside the notorious
outlaw couple's hometown
of Dallas.
Wheeler's widow,
slated to marry the man
she called E.B.
The following weekend,
found herself
wearing her wedding gown
to a much less festive affair.
And while Bonnie and Clyde
had at one time
been virtual folk heroes,
a rancher who witnessed
the event
was far from impressed
with what he saw.
Man: And after she shot
that lawman, she said, uh,
"see how his head
bounced, Clyde?
Like a rubber ball."
That's what she said.
Do you believe that?
"Like a rubber ball."
Man, oh, man.
Narrator: The hunt continues
for Bonnie and Clyde,
who are believed to be
hiding out in Louisiana.
Police have set up
roadblocks on all roads
leading to other states...
Clyde:
But on that easter Sunday,
i tasted the apple.
And the knowledge it gave me,
of what I needed to do,
wasn't sweet at all.
Methvin residence.
Yeah.
It's Clyde Barrow.
Yeah.
All right, I'll see you then.
Hamer.
This is Methvin.
Everything's been arranged.
Barrow's on his way here.
Should be here
in a couple of days.
Thank you, Mr. Methvin.
We'll make good on our
promises to your boy.
What are we doing back here,
Clyde Champion?
Called Methvin while
you were dosing.
Gonna pick him up, and...
Figure we could pull
a few jobs in Louisiana,
maybe push into Arkansas.
You know what
I been thinking, Clyde?
I ain't no mind reader.
We should lie in wait for him.
Who?
Frank Hamer.
Put one in him
instead of the
other way around.
Get us a hell
of a headline, too.
Who gives two damns about that?
Just... be nice to be able
to sleep better at night.
Yeah.
Something wrong, Clyde?
No.
Just enjoying how
beautiful everything is.
You don't have to shoot, Ted.
Yeah, Frank...
I do.
That's Methvin's truck,
isn't it?
Clyde?
I've always loved you, Bonnie.
Mr. Hamer, you shot
them down in cold blood?
What do you say
to the accusations
you shot them down
in cold blood?
You think it was
fair, Mr. Hamer,
that you didn't give Bonnie
and Clyde a warning,
just executed them?
Ma'am, I'm afraid what
we all gave Bonnie and Clyde
was exactly what they wanted.
Clyde: Sometimes I like to think
that fever of unexplained origin,
that I never came out
of the other side,
and the rest of my life...
None of it ever happened.
Especially that part
where I got shot 37 times...
Giving my Bonnie Parker...
Her big ending.
a withdrawal.
Put it down!
Drop it!
Her name's Bonnie Parker.
I'm the girl that's gonna make
your dreams come true.
She's romantically linked
with a rebellious
disenfranchised son of Texas.
Put your heads down!
You deserve yourself
way better than Clyde Barrow.
I think the two of them
are about to embark
on a crime spree.
Say, Clyde, take the gun.
- Hear that?
- Clyde!
You're supposed to be
in prison, big brother.
I'm gonna spend the rest
of the weekend
with this lovely thing here.
Go! Step on it!
- Are you Frank Hamer?
- I used to be.
I bet wrongdoers
hated having you
and that big mount of yours
on their ass.
Despite all the things
we've done,
no one had been killed before.
After tonight, nothing was ever
gonna be the same.
Bonnie & Clyde
Part 2 (Final)
You know what
I've been thinking, Clyde?
I think we should
do bigger jobs.
Maybe we shouldn't
do any more jobs.
Well, fine, but...
If we're gonna,
they ought to be big ones.
Aren't going to get
that lake house of yours
doing five-and-dime stickups.
And stuff can go wrong
just as likely doing them.
Don't feel comfortable
doing bigger jobs
just the two of us.
Maybe we should
hook back up with Fults.
What, so he can gun
down some poor sob
done nothing wrong whatsoever?
Well, what about your brother?
'Cause he's done
his time, hasn't he?
Yeah, and he ain't
looking to do anymore.
Uh-uh. I ain't getting
Buck involved in this.
Well, somebody else then.
Oh, pull bigger jobs,
we'd need bigger guns, too.
Well, then somebody else
and bigger guns.
Weren't you just crying
about that poor son of
a bitch in the pj's?
Oh, for Pete sake, Clyde,
I'm not saying we use 'em.
If we pull big guns on people,
they're gonna do exactly
what we tell 'em to.
All right, look here.
Just so you know,
who's in the gang, what we do,
what kind of guns we use,
or if we go and join
a damn monastery...
It's all up to me.
I make the decisions.
All right?
Fine.
Just a thought.
Sorry I had one.
Right here.
Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
Barrow?
Missed me?
Where'd you get the suit?
Just picked it up
from a tailor.
Damn crazy.
Three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.
Herman?
We got one too many convicts.
Now you're about to
have one too few.
Don't move.
Gonna shoot me,
are you, Barrow?
Go! Go!
Move 'em around on the side!
Through here!
They're heading for the road!
Down, get down!
Bonnie, Ray.
Ray, Bonnie.
Like your choice
of weapons, Bonnie.
It's the warden.
Watch this.
Clyde?
What are they doing?
They're busting out.
Clyde, you really need to?
Yup.
Barrow.
Oh, God.
Ma'am.
Here to see colonel Simmons.
I'll let him know
you're both here.
Thanks.
You're Frank Hamer.
I'm Ted hinton,
deputy with
the Dallas P.D.
I, uh... I
know Bonnie.
Know both her and
Clyde by sight.
I know who you are.
And I know what you know.
Simmons:
It's your posse, Frank.
But I would put 'em on the spot,
make sure it's them,
and shoot everybody in sight.
So that's about the run of it.
Any questions?
Just one.
Hope I'm not hearing
the idea's to, uh,
shoot first and ask 'em
to put up their hands up
when they're too dead to do it.
Before she met Barrow,
Bonnie Parker was a good girl
from a good family.
Yeah, well bringing 'em
to trial'd be best in any case.
If you collar Barrow,
it wouldn't displease me
in the least.
We'd love having him back.
Not a question of if.
Just when.
If it's all the same, let's keep
the press out of this.
Barrow finds out
we're on their trail,
just make our job a lot harder.
Anything you can tell me
from Barrow's time here,
that might help in tracking him,
distinguishing characteristics
or the like?
He just might be limping
on his left side.
Barrow paid the guy
he busted out to hack that
little piggy off.
Always heard legends
seemed smaller
when you met 'em.
Was wondering if I
could buy you dinner,
on the fort worth herald,
would like to do a full-on
feature on you.
The herald.
You must be P.J. Lane?
I read some of your pieces,
miss Lane.
You ought to be writing fiction.
How's that? It's
inventive how you made
law enforcement seem the bad guy
for insinuating
that Barrow had something to do
with the murder of that hardware
store owner.
What would dinner on you get me?
Keep you from having to
read the same well of baloney
that's been written about you
before, about being able to hear
shots before they're fired, and
gunning down 56 outlaws and all.
57, miss Lane.
Have a good one.
Come on, Hamer.
Going to
write about you either way.
Least tell me
what about Bonnie and Clyde
brought you out of retirement?
It was the publicity.
Yeah, that's what they said.
Officer:
Stop! Police!
Get in!
Stop!
I think you picked
the right bank to spring, Clyde.
You smoke, Bonnie Parker?
Nope.
I was raised Christian.
You dropped something.
Do yourself a favor, Ray...
Grab a cold bath.
Bonnie:
What's for breakfast?
Lady at the bakery said
these are best
damn donuts ever.
Great.
I got you something else, too.
- Yeah?
- Yep.
What?
Kodak folding
autographic, all right?
It's got focusable lenses,
eight pictures per roll,
the whole deal.
Figure it's
time we do something
about that old sophomore
photo of yours, huh?
Yeah. So, I want
to shoot you down there,
get you on some rocks,
clump of trees...
Clyde, Clyde,
we aren't shooting
the photos today.
Why not?
Problem with that
sophomore photo,
I didn't know they were
taking them that day.
Girl's got to get... clothes,
tailoring to get the fit.
And you're just
asking for trouble
if you don't get a makeover.
What's a makeover?
You could stand some new duds.
Not to mention a cut.
Your hair is strictly '20s.
Hey there, you be nice.
Been in there forever.
My turn for a dip.
Unless you want to double dip.
You got water in those ears?
I'm talking to you.
You all right, Clyde?
We need to stop.
What?
Did you...
Did you see this?
You see who they hired
to hunt us?
Looks like he's seen
better days.
Yeah. You know,
I met him...
Back at the blacksmith shop.
I knew it was a sign
we needed to stop all this.
Frank Hamer's the
meanest son of a bitch.
I know it sounds crazy, but...
I seen something,
and it wasn't good at all.
So all this is about one
of those things you see, Clyde?
No, you don't understand.
Oh, I understand.
You keep talking like that,
they're gonna put you in a place
worse than your prison farm.
We need to get out
while we can, Bonnie.
Forget about Ray
and robbing banks; All of it.
Bonnie: And get into
what, missionary work?
And-and if I have a dream...
About a purple,
nine-eyed demon under our bed,
should we give up
sleeping together?
You think I'm
kidding around here, huh?
No.
We just risked our necks
to bust Ray out
so that we could get done what
we both agreed we were gonna do,
so we could get
what we both wanted.
Yeah? Well, maybe I
already got what I wanted.
And if I say it's time
to shut it down, then,
it's time to shut it down,
all right?
Well, maybe it is.
Maybe it is.
Bonnie?
I'm fine, Clyde.
Yeah? It's almost midnight...
You gonna come to bed?
Will when I'm done bathin'.
Since when you smokin'?
What's going on, Bon?
You had some premonition
or something.
I guess I got to try
to understand that.
But I knew there were
gonna be lawmen after us.
And whatever this
Frank Hamer is to you,
he's just another one to me.
And I got to tell you
what i see looking forward
isn't dark and
foreboding at all.
I see the two of us
waking up one day with
all this behind us,
with everything
we ever dreamed of.
Now, maybe the road we're taking
To get to dreamland...
Isn't the greatest.
But it's the road
that called us.
And if you're...
Demanding we stop this thing
we're doing, then...
I don't know...
Maybe I'm gonna have
to find some other way
to get where I'm supposed to be.
You ain't goin' nowhere.
Hey, not like I break
the lens or anything.
Snap a couple
with me and Bonnie.
All right.
Get more of a close-up.
You're way back there.
You can hardly see our smiles.
Go ahead.
What?
That'll make you look mean.
Not to mention sexy.
Hey, Ray, you got some tobacco
on your lip.
Oh.
Yeah, let me see that.
I get it?
Right there.
Come here.
Got you a little
something for you.
Snap one like
this first. Oh.
Bonnie: All right. Wait.
Make it even better,
right here.
Like you look mean.
Come on.
Was really excited to hear
the governor and colonel Simmons
got you on board,
captain Hamer... we can use
all the help we can get.
And we narrowed it down
to a five-state area.
Barrow's only committed
a couple of his crimes
outside of here, Texas.
You can tell
by the density on the map
where he's done
most of his damage.
We've, uh, got all
the information
from the crimes in
this journal here,
every detail you can imagine.
We've recovered
some of the clothes.
You could take a look at 'em
if you want.
And, hell, if we weren't prohibited
from crossing state lines
in our pursuit of him,
we'd already have him by now.
Well, I-I
ain't prohibited.
What I'd like is
for you to just...
Stop talking for a minute,
sheriff.
Give me a pencil?
One that works.
What we got here is
a creature of habit.
And unless he's
changed his spots,
I'd say where he'd
be next is...
Somewhere in missou'.
Thought you might
be interested in this.
Seems like the man that Bonnie
and Clyde busted out of Eastham
just got picked up trying
to thumb a ride. Where?
Joplin, Missouri.
Here. Thank you.
Thanks, Smoot.
Um, we'll be in touch.
Well, that's why
they bust you out, Ray?
No other jobs they might need
another gun for?
Yeah.
They told me they wanted
to track down Frank Hamer,
bust a cap on him
when he was sleeping.
You know, Ray, I grouse hunt
with judge Wexler.
Might be worth your while
to tell us something
we don't know.
I ain't no stool, Hamer.
Fine, you do right by Barrow,
but I'll tell you,
he done you no favors
by busting you out of Eastham.
Colonel Simmons, he ain't fond
of runners, and he's tight
with judge Wexler.
I don't intervene
on your behalf,
you ain't got one day left
in your life
without Simmons' thumb
stuck up your ass.
They were talking about
getting back into banks.
Getting some banks
with some real money.
Bonnie thought we'd pull
some jobs the size
of what pretty boy was.
We could get out
of criming sooner.
I don't know. Probably try to
find somebody to take my place.
Got any specifics
on which banks?
Who the somebody might be?
No.
They kept the planning to themselves.
You better
tell me something I don't know
about Bonnie and Clyde,
Ray.
Come on.
They stay in campgrounds!
Or just camp out
'less Bonnie can talk Clyde
out of it.
He tends to run careful,
drive all night if he's
spooked, always the backroads.
Keeps a stack of license plates,
always switching 'em.
And fords,
Clyde loves big block fords.
Won't Jack a car
'less it's a v-8.
Done us all a favor, Hamilton.
I'll talk to Wexler for you.
Get a mug shot of Bonnie
and Clyde to every bank
in the five-state area.
Find out from Simmons
who Barrow consorted with in the
pen who's no longer in the pen.
Doubt he'd break in again.
See if we can get local law
to keep an eye on the cons,
an eye out for Barrow.
Hinton: You know, a while back there
was a burglary around big "D,"
and it wasn't just Clyde
we went looking for.
Should think
about getting somebody
on his big brother Buck.
Good.
See it's done.
But where am I gonna find you?
If Barrow drives a V-8, we
got to upgrade our horse.
Coming.
I'll be damned.
How you doing, big brother?
Good. Good.
Real good.
You look good yourself.
Bonnie.
Well, you guys come in.
Her and blanche can bump gums.
We'll all catch up.
Well, maybe best
if you come out to the car.
Got a little hooch.
You told them no, didn't you?
After the whiskey,
what'd he promise you, the moon?
No, he didn't promise me
the moon.
Just enough scratch to get us
a home of our own, give us
a running start. Daddy, we're
doing all right without them.
We're living
at your father's house.
And he orders me around
like a lapdog.
We ain't doing all right.
He's giving you an opportunity.
And so is Clyde.
Besides, he's my brother
and he needs me to
look out for him.
Well, you'll both end up
back in prison.
Ain't nothing bad gonna
happen, all right, darling?
Just start packing.
Uh...
What do you think you're doing?
We're married.
Well... I'll write to you.
Daddy?
She ain't coming?
Probably for the best.
All right.
Let's go.
Daddy!
Daddy! Looks like she
changed her mind.
Am I stopping?
Hey, Buck, you expecting
any laws for supper?
Maybe they heard
you was in town.
Clyde the drive!
Go, baby!
Baptism by fire, baby!
Adios!
Narrator: America's crime
wave recently became
a full-fledged hurricane,
as Charles Arthur
"pretty boy" Floyd
made headlines in Kansas City,
committing
a brazen daylight attack
to free Frank Nash,
a federal prisoner
being returned to leavenworth.
Pretty boy and his ruthless
associates opened fire
with Tommy guns
blazing, outside the
Kansas city why the
hell ain't we up there?
Train station,
killing five lawmen
in what is becoming known
as the Kansas City massacre.
Let's go!
Hands up.
Let's go.
The heck you do that for?
Thought I saw something.
Don't think the workday's over.
Shouldn't you be
out on the trail,
trying to put a bullet
in someone's head?
You know how most outlaws
get caught, miss Lane?
Enlighten me.
Tips.
From John Q. Public.
Problem with Bonnie and Clyde
is we're not getting any.
Now, I appreciate you're trying
to make your star on their skin.
But let me tell you
the next beat
in this story of yours.
Pretty soon somebody else
ends up dead,
and there ain't no way
you can perfume that.
And you'll be wondering
if you hadn't painted Bonnie
and Clyde like garbo and gable
maybe somebody would've stepped
forward, done the right thing,
and this husband or that father
wouldn't be dead at all.
If I don't write this
story, someone else will.
I suppose, but I don't
see anybody else
throwing out
these photo spreads.
How'd you run across
these pictures?
I'm good at what I do.
And I don't compromise
my sources.
All the same, I'm gonna need
to see the uncropped versions
of every one of these you got.
Yeah, well, I'm not inclined
to give them to you.
I thought you might
see it that way.
That's why... I got a warrant.
Believe we got
ourselves a shindig
in Stringtown.
What do you say
we take a break, Clyde?
Probably best not
to mix and mingle.
Come on, brother,
we could all stand
to shake a leg. Been in
this car all damn day.
Could jump a new car here
as well as anywhere.
'Sides, I got to tinkle.
Come on, sugar,
let's have some fun.
How 'bout something
a little jumpier?!
Hey, how 'bout staying
a little quieter?
And keeping that corn mash
out of sight.
Hell with these people.
Got to get to work.
Keep an eye on big brother.
All right.
Come on, baby. Let's dance.
Oh, no.
Come on. It's too
fast for me, Daddy.
I don't want to. No, I don't want to.
Come on.
Hey, give me that.
Go dance with your
sister-in-law.
It's killing her being
a wallflower.
Bonnie?
All right.
All right.
Yeah, yeah.
Try and keep up.
Come on.
Look at you, Buck, you got
a little shimmy in your shake.
Aw, hell, honey, you ain't
seen nothing yet.
Mind if I cut in?
Yeah, this ain't
no kiddie dance.
Girl needs a man.
Beat it, sport.
What?
What the hell you
looking at, cracker?
Your ugly mug.
Let's go.
Man:
Get out of here.
Officer:
Hey, buddy.
Get in.
Go, Clyde, go.
Nine-sixteenths.
Damn it.
I said nine-sixteenths.
What?
Gave me the wrong damn wrench.
And you stole the wrong ride.
What happened, Buck,
is you got drunk and stupid,
and we killed a law.
You kill a law, the others
ain't gonna stop now,
not ever.
Well, Bonnie's the one
that got everyone
looking our way, playing
to every farm boy like she
played all those stuffed shirts
at the wedding she didn't
invite you to. She was acting
like a hussy, dancing 'round
like the queen of sheba.
She's right, Clyde,
but Bonnie's got you too tight
by the balls for you to even
see it.
You'd better shut your mouth,
Marvin, or I'm gonna leave you
and brain-dead blanche
in a goddamn ditch!
Are you threatening me?!
Are you threatening me?!
You want a taste of this?!
Dumb-ass baboon.
That's it.
Aah, that's it!
Son of a bitch.
Get his eyes, Daddy,
get his eyes!
Buck, you want to blame me,
that's fine.
Clyde, you want to blame
Buck, that's fine, too,
but none of it's going
to do us any good.
Lawman's dead... none of us are
happy about that,
but better him than us.
Come hell or high water,
we're family.
We start fighting
amongst ourselves, we might
as well be pissing in the wind.
You all right?
Buck: No, you hit me
with a damn wrench.
Clyde:
Yeah.
Had to against that
right hook of yours.
Let's put on them
out-of-state plates.
Come on.
Dozen witnesses
said they were sure
it was Bonnie
they'd seen dancing.
Description of the fella that
crippled Maxwell for life
matched that of Buck Barrow.
Nobody...
Got as good a look at the man
who put a bullet in
Eugene here, but, uh...
Pretty sure it was Clyde.
Eugene has three little ones.
So the witnesses said
that the driver...
The man you think was Barrow...
Fired just once?
Seems to be the consensus.
Well, I'll leave y'all to it.
You think he was lucky, Ted,
man who fired once
and shot middle of forehead?
It's hard to say.
Just so you know,
I make my own luck.
I get a shot
at the man who done this,
I'm shooting before he does.
Suggest you do like.
Nobody appointed you
executioner, Frank.
This man's doing it
right now.
If Barrow stays to
form, he'll head east.
Alert police in
Missouri and Louisiana
that Bonnie and Clyde
might be looking for refuge
in their campgrounds,
driving their back roads,
but I want to widen the net.
As of tomorrow, I want to
be reading police reports
from Alabama, Georgia, Florida.
Yeah, but I thought
we determined
they'd stay
within that circle of yours.
Yeah, but I think killing
cops is gonna push him
out of his usual circles.
Slice of heaven, huh?
I'm fair-skinned;
too much lying in the sun
ain't good for me.
Not to mention
what you're doing to my lungs
with those stupid havanas
Buck stole.
All right, princess,
let's go for a dip.
Shouldn't we be getting
back to work soon?
You know, for being on holiday,
you seem kind of on edge.
Well, you're always on edge.
No, I'm not.
Well...
No.
Whoo!
Don't splash too much.
Watch my book.
Don't get my poetry wet.
Hinton:
Frank,
you getting the idea
it might be time
to head back to Texas?
Nope.
I was thinking it's time
to scratch my balls.
Missouri.
And those pictures.
Where are those damn pictures?
What pictures?
Them newspaper photos.
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
Get the car, Ted.
We're going to Florida.
Help you with something?
Doubtful unless you got
any guests registered
to Missouri plates 89983.
Supposed to be my day off.
Instead I got called in
on this scavenger
hunt to nowhere.
Been to every hostel and inn,
and...
Well, hello, nurse.
Ain't getting nothing but
a whole lot of butt sweat
for my efforts.
In bungalow seven.
Oh, shit.
Your phone, uh, I
need your phone.
Hey, no need to get riled.
I saw 'em drive off
this morning.
Goddamn it.
But they-they're coming back.
Uh, they ain't even
checked out.
Who y'all looking for?
Bonnie and Clyde.
Dale McClanahan.
I'm in charge here.
Heard a lot about
you, captain Hamer.
Saw your snipers
out there, Dale,
and the police cruisers
out back,
and there's more men
in here than we need.
I'd recommend him
and him,
go get in the
cruisers and drive
them and themselves
back to the station.
Your snipers... I want 'em in
here where Barrow can't see 'em,
and I can tell 'em
what I need 'em to do.
You do speak
English, don't you,
Dale?
Let's go.
Buck: Whoo, when we get
back, I'm gonna fry
these babies up,
and we can call
this fish rodeo a success.
Bonnie: I don't eat
fish... too fishy.
Well, now you tell me.
Bonnie: You've read the
story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need
of something to read
here's the story
of Bonnie and Clyde.
They call them
cold-blooded killers
they say they are
heartless and mean
but I say this with pride,
that I once knew Clyde
when he was honest
and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around
kept taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
till he said to me,
"I'll never be free...
So I'll meet a few
of them in hell."
What are you doing?
McClanahan.
We found the car, captain Hamer.
Missouri plates
89983, abandoned in Biloxi.
We got no lead where Barrow
and his gang might be.
Why'd you do it, Frank?
Why'd you come out of
retirement for Bonnie and Clyde?
The money.
I heard you were making
more as a union Buster.
Well, you know,
it's not just the salary.
Remember that pickled toe
of Barrow's
that Simmons threw at me?
I got that
in a cupboard at home.
It's Barrow's saxophone,
Bonnie's typewriter,
their clothes, their guns.
It's memorabilia, Ted.
There's a whole network
out there.
You get as much notoriety
as those two,
their stuff'll sell
for hundreds, thousands.
Longer you hang onto it,
the more it's worth.
So all them other outlaws
you took care of...
Is there much money
in memorabilia?
I could give two shits about
memorabilia, money.
I came back because there is
no better feeling on this earth
than putting a bullet
in the brain of somebody
you and God
and any half-decent person knows
needs a bullet put in 'em.
Is this the best
this damn thing can do?
How's that?
Clyde: Sometimes something happens,
something terrible avoided,
but that don't mean
it was for the better.
If I wouldn't have had
that inkling about Hamer,
it'd have all been
over in Florida,
and Bonnie would've gotten
her biggest headline then.
And there'd have been
a lot less mess.
Clyde: Everybody get on
the ground right now!
Bonnie: Don't mess
with Bonnie and Clyde.
Clyde:
Get in the vault!
Clyde: Everybody on the
damn ground right now!
Clyde:
Ain't nobody gonna catch us...
That's perfect right there.
Here.
Okay.
This thing don't want to stay
on there for some reason.
Cookies!
Oh, look at that, huh?
Thank you, honey.
And they're nice and
warm, too. You want one?
Girl: Cookie. Man:
Good job on that.
Doyle?
What the hell?!
Hey! Hey, stop!
Hey, get out
of my car! Hey! Hey!
Clyde?
You open this door!
Let go!
Hey!
Doyle?!
Doyle? Doyle? Doyle.
Doyle? Doyle?
Doyle?
Help!
It's Christmas.
Could have just pushed him off.
Christmas day.
He had a gun.
Y'all saw it, right?
How you going
to perfume this, miss Lane?
Where's the body?
How many bullets?
Man:
Yes, ma'am.
Where's my story?
I'm not sure
if I can cover them anymore.
Try saying that different.
A lot different.
I just can't help thinking
I've been aiding
and abetting, sir.
We sell newspapers, P.J.
It isn't our fingers
pulling the trigger.
You know this story
better than anyone.
You got to turn it so you
can live with yourself,
turn it.
If Bonnie and Clyde
are the bad guys,
make 'em the bad guys.
She thought he had a gun, Buck.
I didn't say nothing.
Yeah, well, don't.
All right? You
neither, blanche.
All right.
How's your mother?
Oh, she's just fine, yeah.
Thanks for asking.
All right.
Clyde:
Maybe you ought to lighten up.
Prohibition's over.
You lighten up.
You got a play on
your Jack of hearts.
I saw that.
Wish she'd just shut up.
She don't even mean it.
Why they always get
the bigger room?
Why she always the one
divvying up the money?
Can we just play dominoes,
damn it?
She talks about family,
us all sticking together,
but she's just out for herself.
She's shorting us, Buck.
That little hope chest of hers?
You noticed how she never
opens it when anyone's around?
No, I haven't.
It's probably just
her underthings.
In any damn case, it's
none of your damn business.
Like hell it isn't.
And I was
right there behind her,
and I sure didn't see no gun.
Got to go, got to go.
Buck? Buck,
we got company.
-Daddy?
-Get the light, get the light.
Okay. Daddy,
what's going on?
Hey...
Get down.
Get down.
This is the police!
We've got you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!
You got one minute
to exit the building.
Stay low, grab our stuff.
All right, all right.
Oh! No!
Clyde:
Leave the damn box!
Bonnie:
No, no, I'm not leaving it. No.
The hell you doing?!
Let's go! Let's get going!
Daddy!
No, Daddy!
Come on!
What the hell were you doing,
cutting your damn toenails?!
No, Daddy!
Daddy, no!
No!
Howdy.
Evening.
Uh, evening to you.
Uh... If I could get some...
Just a can of coffee
and some beans and...
A loaf of that
bread there, too.
Some ice. I could
use some ice.
Yeah.
Yeah, also some
of those bandages
over there, too.
And, uh...
How 'bout a can of that
lighter fluid right there?
Yeah.
Is that it?
What's the damage?
That'll be
$1.75.
All right.
Can I, uh...
Help you with that?
No, no, no. Oh, my...
Yeah, I sprained my shoulder
playing baseball with friends.
Yeah.
Keep the change.
We brought everything we had
and gave it good.
They just got lucky.
Lucky?
Unless I'm mistaken, didn't
you and I have a conversation
that I'd be here in the morning
and take charge
of the apprehension?
We had reason to believe
that they might be gone come morning.
Mm-hmm.
Really?
Had nothing to do with you
wanting to make a name
for yourself by collaring
Bonnie and Clyde?
It was like nothing
I've ever seen. It was like
the fourth of July and then some,
with Bonnie doing the shooting.
I only saw her for an instant
as their car raced by.
I'll never forget her.
She was the one firing
that Tommy.
Good girl, Ted?
Jesus, you're sweet on her.
Just got word out of Iowa.
Clerk at a market in Dexter,
works as a night marshal,
just ID'd Clyde Barrow.
You tell 'em to wait
till I got there? Tried,
but my deputy heard it
from a dispatcher.
Sounds like the train... damn big
one from what he understood...
Just left the station.
Why's every idiot with a badge
got to try to
out-idiot the other?
It's cold, Bonnie, we're cold.
Got a good fire burning now.
It'll be okay.
Blanche: Can't take no
more of Daddy's hurt.
Got to do something
about Daddy's hurt.
Put some ice on his head.
Should take down the swelling,
ease his pain.
There's also bandages
in the other one.
Can't hardly see, Clyde.
I was talking to Bonnie.
Bonnie: Your brother walked
five Miles into town
to get you this ice, Buck.
Gonna get you home.
Don't got a home.
Shh...
No!
No...
They're coming.
Come on. Wake up right now.
They're coming.
Uh... Daddy.
- Daddy, come on.
- Hustle up, hustle up!
Come on. Coming right now.
Ready!
Fire!
Everybody, out!
Daddy. Daddy, come on.
Come on.
Down by the tree!
Go on, go on!
I'm on 'em!
No!
Daddy!
Barrow, that's enough!
It's over!
No, Buck.
Clyde, help us, please!
Please. No...
Drop your weapon!
Come out with your hands up!
Do you hear me, Barrow?!
You're finished, Barrow!
Come on out!
Blanche:
No!
No, please.
No!
No laws are after us, Clyde.
Listen...
I loved Buck.
I couldn't be more sorry
about what happened to him.
Yeah, well, look on
the bright side...
You'll probably get a
nice headline out of it.
That isn't fair.
What isn't fair is my brother
lying back there with half
his damn head blown off.
I didn't want him involved.
Well, he got involved.
And even if he dies,
people are going
to remember him.
Clyde... Buck got to be
a part of something,
something that's bigger
than all of us.
You know how many people get
nothing but 60 years
of nobody knowing they're
alive, absolutely nothing?
And that's all you
care about, isn't it?
People knowing who you are.
Said you weren't a
horrible person, Bonnie,
but I was wrong.
You don't care about Buck.
You don't love me.
No, I'm just a footnote
in the story of you.
Every time the blood
was leaking
out of some poor bastard,
you figured
just as much ink flowed
to building up the legend
of Bonnie Parker.
And Christmas... that wasn't
cause for mercy, was it, huh?
No, that was just reason
for the papers to print
your picture bigger, huh?
You never saw a
goddamn gun, did you?
Did you?
Did you?!
Clyde!
Bonnie.
Get me out, get me
out, get me out.
Right through here.
At least one of 'em
got banged up, maybe burned.
They'll be looking
for safe harbor.
I want to get word out to every gang
member that ever worked with 'em,
to the families of all
the gang members,
there's full pardons
and reward money
for anyone who gives up Barrow.
Well, I hope someone does.
Been on this a while.
And we'll be on it...
Till it's finished.
Gonna get you better, Bon.
You should have
just let me burn.
If you meant even half
of what you said,
I got no reason
to keep breathing.
You got every reason.
Shh, hush now.
Hey, you remember when Clyde
didn't even trust you
to be a lookout, Bon?
Pretty boy himself
would run away
if he ran into you now.
Probably loves you,
though, you pushed him
right off the front page.
Pretty keen on staying out
of the limelight now,
Henry.
Understood.
There's no better place to do it
than nowhere Louisiana.
Really appreciate
you putting us up.
Hell, ain't no skin
off my teeth.
It's a honor to do it.
Sure your father doesn't
mind us bunking down here?
Ah, don't worry about him.
Hiding three fugitives
is no harder than one.
You keep us in groceries,
he'll be happy enough.
Hell, breakfast
with Bonnie and Clyde.
I had a dream, Cly.
What'd you dream about?
Johnny.
He was the cutest little thing,
all bundled in his crib
and laughing.
Not a care in the world.
I dreamed we had a baby.
Johnny didn't have his father's
funny little nose, did he?
He had the most perfect nose,
curly blond hair.
Blond?
And pretty green eyes
like his Daddy.
Iverson Methvin.
Yeah, I got 'em both...
Are you sure
you can make everything
my boy's done dirty
come clean, Mr. Hamer?
I don't know how much longer.
A few days, maybe a week.
She ain't doing real good.
Okay.
There's a reward, right?
Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
W-where we going, Clyde?
Texas.
Figure we should see your
family, your mama and mine,
get some new clothes.
But you bought that easter ham
for the Methvins.
Yeah, we pretty much
played out our welcome.
Mama will be
so happy to see us.
Yeah, you are so cute.
Man:
Missed that one.
They were selling
these little darlings, Clyde.
They were practically
giving 'em away.
Nah, I don't like rabbits;
They're dirty.
He's a heck of a lot
cleaner than you.
I don't want
that thing in the car.
It's a present for
my mama, Clyde.
Fine, if that's how you feel,
just take the dirty little
bunny and give it back.
What you drinking, mom?
Whatever I please.
Yeah, well, it don't look
to be pleasing you.
You look miserable.
What in hell would I have
to be miserable about?
It ain't helping anyway.
I ought to get me some
of whatever pharmaceutical
Roy Thornton's wife's
floating on over there.
She's in a lot of pain.
Pretty sure the two
of you have given
a lot more than you've gotten.
These days with the suns...
Those are the days
you've come visit.
No matter what you did,
I was always happy
to see my little ray
of sunshine.
But Buck...
He was trying to be good.
The fact that you done
so much bad,
you couldn't even go to
your own brother's funeral...
Mom.
You're the reason he's
dead and buried, Clyde,
not the cops that shot him,
not the fates.
It's just you.
Look at your cute little ears.
Hey, I was thinking
we need to start
weaning you off that amytal.
You are so cute,
mama's just gonna eat you up.
Mmm.
You hear what I'm saying?
Yeah, but right now
I've just got to say,
it's just making things easier.
You know what?
Mama's not gonna appreciate
you near as much as us.
We're gonna keep you,
Sonny boy.
What do you think about that?
Hey.
You folks all right?
Well, we're as right
as right can be.
Just enjoying the day.
Fixin' to have a little picnic,
uh, just over there
by that tree.
That's a fine enough
spot for that.
Right?
Yep.
Just wanted to make sure you're okay.
Thank you.
All right.
Happy easter, miss.
See how his head bounced, Clyde?
Just like a rubber ball.
Man: The lord is my
Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me
in the paths of righteousness
For his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
For though art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
Clyde: My great-grandma
said the good book
called the apple Eve ate
"the fruit of knowledge."
I never understood
why knowledge
was thought to be the root
of so much suffering.
Newsreel narrator: The ongoing
saga of Bonnie and Clyde
took another dark turn
on easter Sunday,
as two young lawmen, E.B.
Wheeler and holloway Murphy,
were gunned down
outside the notorious
outlaw couple's hometown
of Dallas.
Wheeler's widow,
slated to marry the man
she called E.B.
The following weekend,
found herself
wearing her wedding gown
to a much less festive affair.
And while Bonnie and Clyde
had at one time
been virtual folk heroes,
a rancher who witnessed
the event
was far from impressed
with what he saw.
Man: And after she shot
that lawman, she said, uh,
"see how his head
bounced, Clyde?
Like a rubber ball."
That's what she said.
Do you believe that?
"Like a rubber ball."
Man, oh, man.
Narrator: The hunt continues
for Bonnie and Clyde,
who are believed to be
hiding out in Louisiana.
Police have set up
roadblocks on all roads
leading to other states...
Clyde:
But on that easter Sunday,
i tasted the apple.
And the knowledge it gave me,
of what I needed to do,
wasn't sweet at all.
Methvin residence.
Yeah.
It's Clyde Barrow.
Yeah.
All right, I'll see you then.
Hamer.
This is Methvin.
Everything's been arranged.
Barrow's on his way here.
Should be here
in a couple of days.
Thank you, Mr. Methvin.
We'll make good on our
promises to your boy.
What are we doing back here,
Clyde Champion?
Called Methvin while
you were dosing.
Gonna pick him up, and...
Figure we could pull
a few jobs in Louisiana,
maybe push into Arkansas.
You know what
I been thinking, Clyde?
I ain't no mind reader.
We should lie in wait for him.
Who?
Frank Hamer.
Put one in him
instead of the
other way around.
Get us a hell
of a headline, too.
Who gives two damns about that?
Just... be nice to be able
to sleep better at night.
Yeah.
Something wrong, Clyde?
No.
Just enjoying how
beautiful everything is.
You don't have to shoot, Ted.
Yeah, Frank...
I do.
That's Methvin's truck,
isn't it?
Clyde?
I've always loved you, Bonnie.
Mr. Hamer, you shot
them down in cold blood?
What do you say
to the accusations
you shot them down
in cold blood?
You think it was
fair, Mr. Hamer,
that you didn't give Bonnie
and Clyde a warning,
just executed them?
Ma'am, I'm afraid what
we all gave Bonnie and Clyde
was exactly what they wanted.
Clyde: Sometimes I like to think
that fever of unexplained origin,
that I never came out
of the other side,
and the rest of my life...
None of it ever happened.
Especially that part
where I got shot 37 times...
Giving my Bonnie Parker...
Her big ending.