Chicago's White {Heat}

Adaptation of the Michael Mann American gem about incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade 'share' and bureaucracy art-of-theft.

Heat (Michael Mann) adaptation/fanfiction. Happy Tuesday, 

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

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OFFICER HANNA: Yeah, he had a silver piece he claimed was a toy (water-gun).

INTERVIEW: Went to the bank restroom and filled the water-gun with acid?

OFFICER HANNA: Escorted to the vault for an eco-insurance video theater.

INTERVIEW: Covered the camera with bubble-wrap and had guardsman dance?

OFFICER HANNA: Left note-insurance, "Rumored blood-diamond for Interpol art."

HANNA: Your surname...the Devils Own, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Slovak-Algerian...hey thanx for the coffee/pie, cop-lady (ha).

HANNA: I know it's you.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You spotted me in a ABCD and had me drive here for a chat?

HANNA: You won't pull of this vigilante art-deed in our Windy-City bank, under eye!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Someone has to care about eco-capitalism (blood diamonds).

HANNA: This slick eco-character has made cyber-gossip, but I think it's you, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: All I am is what I go after, cop-lady...fan of Edward Abbey?

HANNA: The kind of gossip this guy ('Shadow'?) generates would make link, ha.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Bank robbery is American maps, but it's also vampire-language.

HANNA: I think it's you, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, what if I just read social media and met a waitress (ha).

HANNA: So, what's this flightplan to Antwerp, diamonds-land.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe my waitress-friend opens a waffle-house...in Brussels, ha.

HANNA: Cute...infrastructure share (Facebook-like).

ESMERELDA: You look like a Lithuanian Amish person or something, darling.

AMLAN: Well, maybe I want to become religious/Catholic or something (with you!).

ESMERELDA: Waffles in Brussels, while you sit at home for Nasdaq, and I manage?

AMLAN: It's a dream...your dream (Facebook-like)...Western shining.

ESMERELDA: Cool.

OFFICER HANNA: This cat's too good...and gone (byebye).

POLICE CHIEF: You've earned my homemade pizza, officer...forget it (all!).

OFFICER HANNA: Chicago's white...heat, Chief.

POLICE CHIEF: Hey, unwind to some Caleb Williams (stuff).

OFFICER HANNA: Field goals of shoes, Chief (Facebook-like)...thanx.

POLICE CHIEF: You won't shake-off your next-case (promises).

OFFICER HANNA: Cool.

Sure, Satan was no Robin Hood, but he felt like it after a 'good' deed concerning a rather half-invisible corrupted American investment line (Ion-co.) concerning conflict-zone gems smuggled into our 'fare-rich' American Homeland for black market football (damn). Officer Hanna, a great policewoman-detective, was the right-stuff personnel to be assigned to this shockwave-heat case of Chicago...but she was too too slow for this pro-thief to become a stat-line for vigilantism-insanity bad storytelling for modern Western social media (wow). Was this an American dream...for things of toys/treasures/insurance? What do you think (Facebook-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)