Rate of the Getaway

An ex-cop persuades his teller-gal to 'define' a treasure record to create a capitalism-race 'expression' for Homeland's risk-dough (for the Ego).

A fun adaptation of the cool remake The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading, 

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ESMERELDA: You want me to leave my teller-position for a gem Crusade (now)?
SATAN (Amlan): This is (all) heroics deeds for my post-cop mission for fortune!

ESMERELDA: You're fatigued with normal/sane policework (suddenly), Satan?
SATAN: I can't do this without you, Ezzy; this is (purely) fanzine imagery, hon.

ESMERELDA: What's wrong with our (currency) life cop-teller Romanticism?

SATAN: I need something (more) adventurous for an Utopian-ad (cyber).

ESMERELDA: If you turn out to be a fanatic/lunatic, I'll resort to divorce.

SATAN: There'll be nothing (more) social-media material (promise).

The man of the Homeland, Amlan Satan, decided to depart from his policework-life and persuaded his bank-teller lady (Esmerelda) to go on a blood-diamond baron-estate infiltration hero-mission in their new car and seek a social-media commentary on what made capitalism-race vigilante-work a special net-image for what'd become an 'American' view for fortune's special photography (for all).

ESMERELDA: This weird car is our getaway-auto, Amlan?
SATAN: This is excellence, Ezzy; this is a vintage deed-car for motivation(s).

ESMERELDA: We're to dart to this blood-diamond baron's estate for chess.

SATAN: Excellence, Ezzy; no one shall thwart this vigilante-view for drive.

ESMERELDA: Alright (it's mobile).

The two 'heroes' of this strange American fable darted to the estate of the blood-diamond baron (Ion) and inebriated him with absinthe while he showcased/boasted his blood-diamonds and gem-wristwatch, which they swiped/swapped for a set of glass-beads (toys!) and left the note, "These insured treasures you've lost may be offset with a 'cool' social media post/message about treasure-insurance 'shares' to preserve your underworld mystique/prestige, and you need only to 'dismiss' us as (purely) Homeland road-warriors of the lore-variety, baron, and all will be 'referenced' as (simply) a magazine/media culture reading (for the Ego)."

Baron Ion was infuriated but had to concede this minor-defeat and posted on media his handshake-comment concerning treasure-insurance 'requirement(s)' for Homeland capitalism-race 'confidence' shares in this new age of inventions in diamond-motions administrations, to avoid the humiliation of simple 'chess' defeat in his own estate, but decided to send his minion (Fred) to track Amlan/Esmerelda.

FRED: That rascal Satan shot me in a motel-lot; I crawled to a vet-office.

SHELBYE: You're a 'criminal' of the real variety, eh?
FRED: Leave your boring/nerd vet-husband and become my tracking-sidekick.

SHELBYE: Wow...here I thought I'd become (merely) a doc-aide for patriotism.

FRED: Nah...you're (officially) my hell-siren in an American job for crime(s).

SHELBYE: Alright; I wonder what my social-media girlfriend(s) will think (ha).

FRED: Very cool (evildoer-buddy).

Now, Fred/Shelbye were hot-tracking the hero-duet of Amlan/Esmerelda and trailed them to a cool mansion-party in the Western-world hills where they'd cheer their triumph over the blood-diamond bad-baron of insurance-veils in the American Homeland. Amlan Satan, our protagonist 'prince' recognized the visage of the evil minion Fred from the motel where he manage to (successfully) shoot/evade his tracking and found him masked at the mansion-party of gem-investors 'cheering' a capitalism-race ebullience for all that'd become a 'worldly' expression for fancy readings (wow).

ESMERELDA: We escaped from Fred (twice), darling.

SATAN: I get this (funny) feeling you're moved by fear from Fred, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: I'd never betray you, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Perhaps this 'getaway' adventure in our new-life has created darkness!

ESMERELDA: Nah...indeed, your little ring-treasure gift for me was medicinal.

SATAN: Thanx (I think).

Amlan/Esmerelda got married and settled down in New England and had a darling-son (Damian) who fancied himself a college-basketball super fan and artist and made a special American school/team logo inventor who (perhaps) reminded the two heroes of this fortune-tale why their special hero deed of 'insurance' games concerning how that (now-subdued) Baron Ion 'evasion' would tie this retirement-life of social-media 'handshakes' in general American fanfare-waves (for the heart!).

DAMIAN: A Duke-Barbie doll for me, even though I'm not a girl, mom?
ESMERELDA: This 'Aphrodite' will remind you why America's rich.

DAMIAN: I wonder what dad will say...about my 'cool' school monster-brain.

ESMERELDA: Ha (good).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)