Grifters: Ends/Zones

Can street/world grifter 'consciousness' yield a bloody IQ for Mr. Amlan Satan and a capitalist race nature-link between treasures and creatures?

A bright summer-seasons adaptation of the amazing/gripping crime-psyche 'dialysis' examination, The Grifters (John Cusack), which I think you'll like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations). 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "This move from Algiers to the American South for an upstart-derby racer-company (Arklow-IQ) for potential wage of investment 'share' with Baron Ion makes for grifter-streets consciousness for this fan of Artful Dodger, and our wonderful consumerism-insurance 'universe' of fashion's 'helmet' race."

BARON ION: You strike me, pal, as somehow a lover of Dickens.

SATAN: You trust me; we share Arklow-IQ; diamond-ad coop; I keep Ezzy.

BARON ION: My housekeeper (Churchill Downs?).

SATAN: Everyone likes matches; we can talk about Ezzy/Arklow on social media.

BARON ION: You know I might be into blood-diamond roadways; you're Catholic?

SATAN: Don't worry for me, Ion; this is a magazine-synthesis, for Arklow's dowry.

INTERPOL: This guy spread some eco-nonsense about Arklow-IQ (derby race).

RACE MANAGER: This is a high-profile diamond-ad media-line, officer (for IQ!).

INTERPOL: Well, whoever this 'Mr. Amlan Satan' is, he maybe is eco-hype artist.

RACE MANAGER: Blood-diamonds are an eco-fad, no (eco-capitalism)?

INTERPOL: Yes, yes...all magazine-helmets (photo-synthesis).

RACE MANAGER: This was some Sierra Leone (ion-co.) router, officer?

INTERPOL: Well, Mr. Satan's off to his Brussels-eatery venture with darling-Ezzy.

RACE MANAGER: Diamonds remain a lady's best-friend journal (celebrity!).

INTERPOL: Good (Selfie-like).

EZZY: I remind you of Nina.

SATAN: My mom (Nina) was like some archetype from resilience-cinema, Ezzy.

EZZY: I'm your Brussels sprout girlfriend...seeking marriage now, Mr. Satan.

SATAN: Me too (I'm your man).

EZZY: Get off the grift, Amlan.

SATAN: Why?

EZZY: We've it all now; forget Dickens; think Oscar-night (TV)...with me.

SATAN: Farewell grifter-logic...that's what Nina would agree (ok).

EZZY: Good (thanx).

RALPH: Good to hear from you (email!).

SATAN: I'm into Belgian waffles, Ralph (remember?).

RALPH: Remember our time at Dartmouth?

SATAN: Surely...diamonds and Coke.

RALPH: Who's Ezzy?

SATAN: Inspiration for TV (farewell, guru).

Amlan/Ezzy married, and Amlan Satan forgot his grifter-consciousness and had a darling-boy (Damian) for whom he'd purchase a very-special Western sportsmanship 'worldly' treasure-image item, a Bowl-TV revenue-culture 'reflection' rookie-item from a fabled US city of auto-focus; and Ezzy reminded him what Nina (his omen-speaking deceased Algiers-mom) would congratulate for family-value...incomplete-distances readings for the 'lines' of ends/zones...for grifters...or sons (Selfie-like!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)