Dillinger Girl & Baby Face Nelson
Dillinger Girl & Baby Face Nelson
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About Dillinger Girl & Baby Face Nelson
In October 2005, singer Helena Noguerra flew to Tucson with Federico Pellegrini, founding member of The Little Rabbits and currently known as French Cowboy, to record Bang!, an album imbued with American tones. Together, they tell the story of Dillinger Girl and Baby Face Nelson. Diary of Dillinger Girl and Baby Face Nelson We’re in front of the bank and i’m scared to death. I’m both very afraid and ready to go the whole way. I light a cigarette. Bank robbing knows no business hours except the bank’s. Since the very first day, we act without hiding our faces. She wants us to be recognised and amired; she wishes we were Bonnie and Clyde though i’ve never been able to tell which one is Bonnie and which one is Clyde. She’ll say “Everybody lie face down, this is a robbery!” with her empty cigarette-holder in her mouth. She’ll order the youngest clerk “Be a sweetie, Darling, go and fetch the Director” and of course, he’ll go. The “Darling” part commands respect. She’s tall, always overhangs them. With my revolver in hand as an extension of my arm or as an extra ring, I won’t say a word. I’ll have my sunglasses on. I was told I had weary eyes, which is true. I’ve had a hard time sleeping, lately. I’ll use that circular glance of mine, the one that can spot anything. The Director will arrive, sweating as all of them always do; not when they lend you money though, only when they hand it to you. It tears their heart out, makes them all naked. As he’ll hesitate, she’ll blurt “Do you want me to spell it out for you, Fatty?” She always calls them so, it makes them older and humbles them. After that i’m sure the clerks won’t see their Director the same way. Then he’ll open the safe, as they always do, and fill the bag without really wanting to but so fast she’ll thank him; she’ll even leave him a tip. She’ll order him to lie face down just like the others, no matter how much of a Director he is. She’ll throw that glance at me, the same one, always, the one that makes you immortal. Calmly, we’ll leave the bank, no need to run. This time, we’ll find our car immediately, right where we’ll have parked it. It’s my only mission, basically the only part I play since she takes care of all the rest; and although she’s kind enough to assure me the contrary, she doesn’t fool me. I’ll start the car and we’ll go. Last time we forgot the bag, but this won’t happen again. I’ll signal to her. I have to remain focused, no head in the clouds otherwise she’ll dump me and get someone else, and this I will not stand. There’s nothing else I’m good at; I’m not good at anything for that matter, except driving her from one bank to the next, from one hideout or a motel to another. We’ll go to Tucson. I’ll abandon the car in this shed near the station. We’ll take the train, she already bought tickets. She planned everything, she even prepared sandwiches. I light a cigarette, then we’ll start. “Just a cigarette, and off we go”. I’m not shaking, i’m not afraid anymore. From this moment on, I just stop thinking. October 25th, 2005, BABY FACE NELSON As usual, he pulls out a last cigarette just before the attack. This ever delayed moment makes me tense. After this one, he’ll say “Just a cigarette, and off we go”, as usual. I start to believe that he’s scared shitless. He can’t be, not Baby Face Nelson, it’s obvious. When he looks at those people, paralysed with terror, when he aims at them while scanning the scene from left to right with his side glance, it’s obvious. These two cigarettes before action must be a break of some sort, a kind of screen. He looks awfully tired lately. He says he doesn’t sleep well, but i’m afraid he’s in a bad way, probably due to last week’s three casualties; one thing he couldn’t stand. Although Machine Gun Jim is totally aware that we do not kill anybody under any circumstances, this asshole did three people last week in Texas, for no reason, and judging by the smile on his face, he was having a whale of a time. Of course, predictably enough, Baby Face didn’t see it that way and got mad. He pulled Machine Gun by the sleeve, threw him on the pavement right in front of the bank and punched him big time while yelling, “You’re a fucking pain in the ass, Machin Gun, you really are!” Damn them! I had to aim at the customers and the clerks on my own! Fuck, how I hate that! We had to flee empty-handed and of course, since it never rains but it pours, Baby Face Nelson forgot where he’d parked the car! Sounds crazy considering it’s his only job! A quirky gangster, i can’t believe it! I’m fed up. I told Machine Gun to leave us alone for a while. Since he’s as trigger-happy as Baby Face is tender hearted, both couldn’t possibly get along. I like it when it’s just the two of us, dressed to the nines in case the reporters would show up; just the two of us. We do the job in high spirits; a clean thorough job. I love the sight of Baby Face driving after the robberies, his eyes pumped full of adrenaline and his hands apparently still, resting on the dashboard. I love it when he asks me for directions just because he’s lost but couldn’t care less about the cars chasing us. Simply because it’s him and me. Most of all, i like it when he laughs. “Just a ciarette and off we go.” He said it. I’m not shaking. I’m not afraid. I look at him while he smiles at me. “Let’s do it!” I tell him. October 25th, 2005, DILLINGER GIRL
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