Frankie and Johnny

Frankie and Johnny were lovers. Frankie was a guy and Johnny was … I’m not sure, actually. Oh, I think Frankie was the girl. Anyway, they were lovers. They were also bad-as-fuck bank robbers. Check this out:

They go into a bank, and this old woman gets in the way and starts screaming, like she thinks the world is ending. Frankie (a girl) hits her in the back of the neck with the butt of her gun, but the woman keeps screaming. She squirms on the floor. Johnny gives her the nod, then Frankie pumps two bullets into the back of the old woman’s head. Frankie’s white dress is now covered in the wave of brown blood that burst from the back of the woman’s skull. The woman has stopped squirming; Frankie needs to buy a new dress.

During this scene, Johnny has been looking on, but it’s all kind of surreal to him, because before the bank raid he took a fistful of painkillers, and now he’s all woozy and thinks he’s seeing stuff. For example, he thinks he just saw his wife blow an old woman’s head clean off. He has also developed a helluva twitch, which could be interpreted as some sort of nod by someone in a stressful situation, for example. Johnny’s a mess, but Frankie loves him. He buys her dresses when she messes them up during jobs, but he often falls asleep when they’re fucking. Go figure the enigma that is woman.

They drive off after threatening the occupants of the bank with the same justice that was meted out to the old woman. Their car is white and fast, and carries them to the edge of town and beyond, to the abandoned wooden house which is big but drafty, and where they’ve been hiding for the last three weeks, since Johnny shot that cop on the highway.