In for a penny

"Clyde, I don't know about this."

"C'mon, Bonnie girl. Don't you love me?"

"Aw, Clyde, you know I do, but this is crazy talk."

"Ain't you tired of being poor? Goin' to bed hungry? Barely makin' a living waitin' tables? When there's tables to wait. Livin' in a shack on the wrong side of town while the other side drinks champagne in mansions?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"I want to give you champagne," he said, pulling her close. "I want to give you pretty dresses and all the hats and shoes you want."

"I don't need all that. I just want you, Clyde." She paused then said, "And maybe a camera with some film."

He laughed. "Whatever you want," he said, kissing her. "If you really love me, you'll do this. For us."

"Clyde, I just don't know..."

"All you have to do is drive, Bonnie girl. I'll do the rest."

It was a rural gas station. No one got hurt and Clyde took Bonnie shopping when they got far enough away.

But the money ran out, as it will when there's none coming in, so Clyde planned the next job.

And the next.

And the next.

And each time, Bonnie argued a little less.

Then he planned a bank job.

"That's too much, Clyde. The gas stations, the small stores, they're all far from everything. But a bank? In the center of town? We could get caught. You could go back to jail."

"I ain't going back to jail, Bonnie," he responded angrily. "It ain't no place for nobody," he said more softly, thinking back to the head he'd bashed in after the guards looked the other way while he got bent over in the john. He'd make them all pay.

"This ain't no different than the others, Bonnie. And we can take a longer break. Maybe settle down for a bit somewhere, living off what we get from the bank. Take some pictures with that new camera I'm gonna get you..."

"Clyde..."

"In for penny..."

She sighed. "In for a pound...all right."

So, they pulled off the bank job.

Then a few more.

And then they stole a new car, or three, kidnapping the owners as well to keep them from notifying the police too soon. Clyde gave them some money and food when Bonnie dropped them off on a dirt road somewhere far from where they picked them up.

And then he killed a sheriff. Or two. Or ten.

And Bonnie stayed by his side.

The police raided one of their hideouts, but Bonnie and Clyde escaped though they'd had to leave their stuff behind. The authorities developed the film in the camera they found. Amongst the pictures was one the newspapers published, and the public loved, which showed Bonnie smoking a cigar and holding a gun. Cigar smoking gun moll. She was just posing for the camera, they thought.

What they didn't know was that it was the gun with which she'd killed the man standing between her and the exit from the bank.

I mean, her man was in there.

The gun was aimed at his head.

She pulled the trigger first.

I mean, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?