Grifters-Extra

A Story by Abishai100

Horses, treasure, insurance, grifter-logic, American capitalism, and Interpol 'examination' charges this adaptation of the 1990 Stephen Frears underworld jersey psyche mod-classic.

The Grifters (John Cusack) adaptation.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work (film) of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' interpretation).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "Algiers gave me street pickpocket senses; now, in Boston-town, I've found a cyber-surfing blood-diamond baron to co-invest in an upstart-racer company (Arklow) for Churchill-Downs jam."

BARON ION: What do I know of this Mr. Amlan Satan, pal?

ASSOCIATE: He wants some co-line for Arklow-interest with your gems, bad-guy.

BARON ION: So, he'll hype my gems while flaunting his link with my race-wallets.

ASSOCIATE: He maybe is a real grifter, you know, classic-variety (Artful Dodger).

BARON ION: As long as he's not James Bond, I could care less (fare).

EZZY: So I'm Rapunzel.

AMLAN: You doubt it!

EZZY: Wisdom acquired from words of mother?

AMLAN: Nina was a grifter (like me).

EZZY: I've been an Ion-waitress for a while now, cool-guy.

AMLAN: Now, you're mine...you make the gem swap.

EZZY: Interpol will rescue us, eh?

AMLAN: Eco-capitalism's thermal (Facebook-like).

EZZY: Good.

Did Amlan/Ezzy make it to Brussels for their post-deed view of retirement graces? You bet they did; and it's because Amlan was a real grifter, of the classic variety, of that old hellmouth borne wit and wits for the operations of capitalism's arms for bread/fruit, which is why Interpol (now!) swarmed around horse-race eyes, as Arklow (once-upstart) became a millionaire-company. Baron Ion slipped away to Australia...and Amlan heeded the words of his mother (Nina) from Algeria and married Ezzy and forgot about grifter-life altogether...to embrace a new treasure-islands insurance expression worth its weight in football jars.