Bonnie squirms as she looks into Clyde’s wound.

“There is a hell of a lot more blood! I can see right through your shoulder!!”

Bonnie yells as she holds up a mirror to show Clyde, who looks away again. She groans out of frustration, she gets a firm grip on the bullet. She holds her breath and yanks, throwing the bullet into the bucket. She watches Clyde drink the alcohol before giving it to Bonnie, she pours it into his wound and finishes it off.

“…I want to settle down, I’m sick of it.”