Het gedicht The Story of Suicide Sal van Bonnie Parker - de grote liefde van Clyde Barrow - leest als een pulpverhaal uit de jaren ’30: ruig, fatalistisch en doorspekt met de cynische wijsheid van iemand die weet dat het criminele leven geen happy endings kent. Maar het roept ook vragen op: Is Suicide Sal een fictief personage of Bonnie’s alter ego? Probeerde Bonnie hiermee haar eigen situatie te verwerken, terwijl ze zich steeds dieper in een leven van misdaad begaf? Of was het een waarschuwing – misschien wel aan zichzelf – over hoe het allemaal zou eindigen?

Patrick Bernauw schreef het script en vertelt het verhaal. De tekst van het moordlied werd geschreven door Bonnie Parker, de muziek is van Suno.

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THE STORY OF SUICIDE SAL (Bonnie Parker)

We each of us have a good "alibi"
For being down here in the "joint"
But few of them really are justified
If you get right down to the point.

You've heard of a woman's glory
Being spent on a "downright cur"
Still you can't always judge the story
As true, being told by her.

As long as I've stayed on this "island"
And heard "confidence tales" from each "gal"
Only one seemed interesting and truthful-
The story of "Suicide Sal".

Now "Sal" was a gal of rare beauty,
Though her features were coarse and tough;
She never once faltered from duty
To play on the "up and up".

"Sal" told me this tale on the evening
Before she was turned out "free"
And I'll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me:

I was born on a ranch in Wyoming;
Not treated like Helen of Troy,
I was taught that "rods were rulers"
And "ranked" as a greasy cowboy.

Then I left my old home for the city
To play in its mad dizzy whirl,
Not knowing how little of pity
It holds for a country girl.

There I fell for "the line" of a "henchman"
A "professional killer" from "Chi"
I couldn't help loving him madly,
For him even I would die.

One year we were desperately happy
Our "ill gotten gains" we spent free,
I was taught the ways of the "underworld"
Jack was just like a "god" to me.

I got on the "F.B.A." payroll
To get the "inside lay" of the "job"
The bank was "turning big money"!
It looked like a "cinch for the mob".

Eighty grand without even a "rumble"-
Jack was last with the "loot" in the door,
When the "teller" dead-aimed a revolver
From where they forced him to lie on the floor.

I knew I had only a moment-
He would surely get Jack as he ran,
So I "staged" a "big fade out" beside him
And knocked the forty-five out of his hand.

They "rapped me down big" at the station,
And informed me that I'd get the blame
For the "dramatic stunt" pulled on the "teller"
Looked to them, too much like a "game".

The "police" called it a "frame-up"
Said it was an "inside job"
But I steadily denied any knowledge
Or dealings with "underworld mobs".

The "gang" hired a couple of lawyers,
The best...