Swoon

My blood rose in my heart.

I threw myself at her feet and began to cry.

Tears, too.

She began to laugh.

Oh, this laughter was frightful.

- Leave me, I don't want to see you again.

Oh my God,

I will do whatever you command, be your slave,

a mere object with which you can do what you will,

only don't send me away.

I can't bear it, I cannot live without you.

I embraced her knees, and covered her hands with kisses.

- Yes, you must be a slave,

and feel the lash, for you are not a man.

She said calmly.

She said this with perfect composure, not angrily,

not even excitedly, and it was what hurt most.

Now I know you,

your dog-like nature that adores being kicked,

and all the more, the more it is maltreated.

Now I know you, and you shall come to know me.

- She walked up and down with long strides.

- While I remained crushed on my knees.

My head was hanging supine, tears flowed from my eyes.

Sit down.

Hello, Nathan.

Babe!

We're late.

Hey, you!

Come on!

If I do what you want.

I'll do what you want.

March 4th, 1923.

Dick threw a brick

through the Paulson Drugstore window.

June 21st, 1923.

Train ride to the Loebs' summer cottage.

Private compartment.

September 9th, 1923.

We burned a building near the train station.

We watched the firemen extinguish it.

October 13th, 1923.

I've waited six weeks since our last crime.

He's letting me down again.

I'm leaving!

Fine, go.

- Don't forget to go to the store.

I won't.

- I'm inviting the girls over tonight.

Whatever.

Mm, that's nice.

How's your leg?

Hurts a little.

And your stomach?

Empty as a football.

And your love life?

Come on, babe.

Get up.

Get up!

Get out of bed, you prick.

I went to the store.

Good boy.

- You better have that crap cleared out of here.

I'm gone in 10 days.

Promises, promises.

- You think you packed early enough?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

You're overdue.

- They still can't figure out who smashed that window.

It even made the papers.

- Did you get typing paper and stamps?

I asked you a question.

I suppose you want your payment now.

Nathan, talk to me.

Mm.

Nathan came along on my crime spree,

we broke a store window.

I think he's afraid.

May 16th, 1923.

Spent the day avoiding Nathan, reading "True Detective."

After we collect the ransom I'll go to Mexico,

and then come back to be a bootlegger.

September 28th, 1923.

We broke into a fraternity house

and stole a camera and a typewriter.

Dick says we can use it for the ransom letter.

May 20th, 1924.

Nathan bought a chisel and 30 feet of rope.

I'm afraid he'll ruin everything.

Who are you addressing it to?

Dear Sir.

Hi, this is Dick.

Babe and I want you here for drinks at 10.

If you don't come, we'll shave your head.

Don't.

We still have errands to run.

Lighten up.

You got what you wanted.

This is Dick.

Babe and I want you here for drinks at 10.

Be there, bye.

Wait, lemme see.

Okay.

Now we just have to find someone to kill.

- President Calvin Coolidge

today stopped in Chicago

as part of his cross-country tour.

He spoke to the citizens of this great city of crime

regarding the menace of gangsters,

the corruption of bootleggers,

and the failure to follow Prohibition.

October 10th, 1923.

Mother died today.

I am no longer a Jew.

My mother opened my mouth very wide

and put something in it that tells lies.

I am not a Jew.

Such a nice thing to put in the mouth.

October 12th, 1923.

Nathan Leopold says he's not a Jew.

Well neither am I.

My father married a Catholic.

November 21st, 1923.

I went to see Cecil B. DeMille's 10 Commandments today.

People are fools, I'm an atheist

and pleased to say that there is no God.

December 25th, 1923.

Dick and I argued about the boy.

He wants to kidnap his brother

and collect the ransom from his father.

He wants to be a pallbearer at the funeral.

December 23rd, 1923.

I don't think Nathan will go along

with kidnapping my brother.

He only likes to read about it.

April 16th, 1924.

Went to the Edgewater Beach Hotel

with Dick Loeb and Germaine Reinhardt.

Dick played roulette.

Germaine rolled her stockings below the knee.

April 19th, 1924.

Best time yet.

Dick seemed to enjoy himself.

May 9th, 1924.

Nathan rented a gray Willys-Knight

at the Rent-a-Car on South Michigan.

He used the name Morton D. Ballard.

I asked you,

are you still seeing that longshoreman,

the one with all the hair on his back?

- Of course, darling.

You know, he's very wealthy.

- And you know that's what really matters.

- So, Jenny, how do you play poker?

- Well, there's a variety of poker games.

This one's called five-card stud.

What is a stud?

- That's a stud. - Oh.

- I'm so tired of this bloody card game.

Did you get the car?

Yes.

Don't start.

I waited around for hours for you

when you went to get the rope and the chisel.

Oh, she's in a mood!

She's always in a mood.

- I know exactly what you're talking about.

- Oh, no, forget it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.

Start all over again.

Aces high, deuces wild, jacks are bid at open.

Got it? - I could use a jack.

- Girlfriend, you look like you could use a jack.

You're flat.