Bonnie and Clyde
-copyrighted work - reproduced with permission-
The Hideout has had the opportunity and privilege to review Mr. Kirshner's screenplay
this past year. I was highly impressed with what I read, and in reading it, I felt as though
I was right there next to Bonnie, Clyde and the gang, For the purpose of secrecy at this
point and time, I cannot reveal all of the hidden treasures contained in his works, but I
was able to obtain permission from the screenwriter to post an excerpt of my choosing to
share with visitors to the Hideout. I truly hope that this screenplay gets the recognition
it deserves, and that this script is eventually made into a movie. I would like to take this
time to thank Mr. Kirshner for his excerpt contribution and will hopefully see this
screenplay become the next Bonnie and Clyde movie - that we've all been waiting for.
The scene excerpt I have chosen below, follows the scene where Raymond Hamilton had just snapped
a photo of Bonnie Parker, who jokingly posed with her foot on the car's bumper, a cigar in her mouth.
A flash bulb BURSTS. The frame fades to the classic "Gangster Moll" B&W photo of the scene.
Clyde walks into frame.
Take this and point it at me, like I'm under arrest or something.
He hands Bonnie a shotgun and raises his hands above his head.
She places it firmly against his gut.
Makes you look weak. Put your hands to the side, like it ain't no big deal.
He drops his hands.
A flash bulb BURSTS. the frame fades to the classic "Clyde Captured" B&W photo of the scene.
What you want these for anyway?
Whose do you think? When the kin ask 'bout our adventures, what the hell we got to show 'em?
You planning on living that long?
Clyde picks up a Browning Automatic.
Buddy, there ain't a man alive...
He flicks the safety catch.
...can catch the Barrow Gang.
He opens fire into an adjacent field, devastating the sea of corn cobs before him.
See that, Hamilton? He could shoot the balls off a piss ant.
By my reckoning, the only thing gonna' trap Bonnie or me, is a turncoat.
Only treachery can destroy, true love.
Hamilton locks eyes with Clyde.
Now this little lady here? I can trust with my life. And she, likewise.
But can we say the same 'bout anyone else 'round here?
Barrow points his Remington straight at his nervous accomplice.
You owe me two of my toes, boy.
Hamilton steps back.
Clyde and Bonnie roar with laughter.
You got him good, Barrow. He's gone filled his pants.
I had ya, didn't I?...Didn't I?
Hamilton wipes his brow, sighs and shakes his head.
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