Heat: American Changelings

Wily thief evades an ambitious/inquisitive detective woman in this adaptation of a Michael Mann gem about American streets thievery/worry.

My Heat (Michael Mann) adaptation/fanfiction. Thanks so much for reading, 

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OFFICER EMILIO: You doubted I'd find you in a diner, in the same get-up, man?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Lady-cop heroine (something)...I always look like this!

EMILIO: I know it was you who pulled that Silicon heist of those diamonds.

SATAN: Those were blood-diamonds from Africa (conflict-zone/warlords), no?

EMILIO: So, the pro-thief is suddenly an eco-vigilante gossip-maker for news.

SATAN: I read it online (cyber-convenience)...maybe your thief copied me, no?

EMILIO: Well, he did a good job...you look like that thief/vigilante on video!

SATAN: Maybe he was brown-skinned like me...I'm a Slovak-Algerian Catholic.

EMILIO: Right, right...good citizen enjoying cream chipped beef in this diner.

SATAN: I'm a writer, cop-lady (Facebook-like!).

Our protagonist 'prince' antihero making vigilante-waves of gossip for black market underground smugglers-highway 'blood diamonds' was tracked ('unofficially') by the ambitious young cop-detective girl (Emilio) in Silicon areas to deter any cinema-heroics copycat-glorification street jitters-gossip for eco-capitalism nonsense, but she had no proof (yet) other than movie-house folk-talk (campfires).

EMILIO: Found you again, in this very-nice Italian eatery, pal.

SATAN: I like pasta and garlic...maybe I'm a vampire, detective (ha).

EMILIO: Look, I'm no stalker, but you're my best-lead for city-work (now!).

SATAN: I'm not your thief.

EMILIO: I asked (around) about you...you're flying to Brussels?

SATAN: Maybe...maybe I'm into a waffle-dive venture.

EMILIO: You have some Euro-bonds (leviathan/uncertainty).

SATAN: Earth's jars for field goals, no?

Amlan pulled off that masked heist and used a water-gun filled with acid, with claim of opening a Cali-toy store for personals (hmmm). He wrapped the camera in the vault with bubble-wrap and had the lone/escort guardsman (Leo) dance after he 'cajoled' him to become his special eco-capitalism vigilantism insurance-gossip cohort for the rumored/stored/insured 'blood diamonds' from Sierra Leone (Facebook-like).

SATAN: I'll make it to Belgium, lady (ok?).

EMILIO: I'll find the Artful Dodger behind this city-deed of gossip, friend.

SATAN: I am your friend!

EMILIO: You gave me some nice face-entertainment for laughs, ha.

SATAN: Cop-work's hard?

EMILIO: Harder than writer's work, I'd imagine, Mr. Amlan Satan (ha).

SATAN: Hope you sniff if those stored gems were smuggled black market IQ.

EMILIO: I will...with or without your helmet-help, Satan.

SATAN: Satan's a Slovak-Algerian surname...I'm a patriot/immigrant/citizen.

EMILIO: Soon, you'll be Belgian (Waffle-Man).

SATAN: You said it...Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

"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)