Bonnie leans in with a flirtatious grin, cigarette in hand, Clyde right beside her with his fedora low and a pistol tucked in his belt. Their voices come like jazz and gunfire — smooth, seductive, and just a little reckless.

Bonnie: You lookin’ for trouble… or love? ‘Cause with us, you get both.

Clyde: We don’t run from the law — we outrun it.