Getaway's Beckett

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan/Ezzy go on an underworld vigilante adventure and contend with the force(s) of 'darkness' in this adaptation of Donaldson's graphic view/remake of criminal marks.

Another/final adaptation of that 1994 remake of the classic Peckinpah graphic American-crime landscape psyche 'examination' The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative adaptation/imaging (for 'open' material).

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AMLAN: We'll dart to Ion's Nevada estate with my Beckett-treasure(s).

EZZY: I never dreamt we'd begin some 'vigilante' view (Nevada).

AMLAN: Trust me; this is all for capitalism's goodness, and sports (too).

EZZY: Since you're a darting shot, I'll consent to this misadventure.

AMLAN: Thanx; my Beckett-showcase for gem-swaps will be chess-IQ.

EZZY: Let's hope this treasure-IQ doesn't cross with pirate-eye(s).

Our two protagonist American roadway(s) 'heroes' (Amlan/Ezzy) hopped into their 'borrowed' blue-auto and sped off from snowy Maine to Nevada for an intersection with a blood-diamond baron of the American Homeland (Ion-company) for a sports/gem swaps wage for chess/trickery to draw (Interpol-relation) 'eye(s)' on the bad-baron and create insurance-commentary for treasure-smugglers motions into the West, with a social-media 'view' for materialism reading photo-shares/exposures.

EZZY: You 'doubt' this Baron Ion will have a 'Beckett-respect' for authority?
AMLAN: Hey, relax, Ezzy; I know (surely) the Ion-company benefits from sports-media.

EZZY: I wonder what kinds of social-media 'fans' we'd have (for this).

AMLAN: All kinds, Ezzy; (indeed), there's 'image' for vigilante-matter.

EZZY: Alright.

Well, Baron Ion wanted to test their mettle before they'd arrive at his Nevada estate and sent-out his evil minion (Fred) to intercept them to see if they had the 'bad-guts' to warrant this media-commentary 'rich' treasure/sports tokens and trophy shares, and that's what Fred happily agreed to do for his baron-employer. He found Amlan/Ezzy at a roadside diner and tried to shoot Amlan but was shot (himself) with Amlan's bathroom-assembled silencer which was right out of a magazine-ad (wow).

Fred crawled to a nearby vet-office where he was treated by the unhappy med-couple (Shelbye/Daniel) and thanked the hubby for his care before shooting him and then persuaded the morally 'varied' Shelbye to go on a sidekick-adventure to avenge himself by destroying 'Prince Amlan' (who meanwhile made a gem-store swap that was 'owned' by Baron Ion for a pre-visit social-media insured-gem street 'rumor').

FRED: We'll kill this Romeo/Juliet pair of daring-roadies and post on media.

SHELBYE: You're my prince of darkness.

FRED: Me thinks I shall become a Southwest 'celeb' for Facebook (ha).

SHELBYE: You need a social-media 'mark' mustache, my Fred.

What a sad ending/fate for the bloody-murdered vet/hubby (Daniel) whose 'crossing' vet-partner (Shelbye) decided to forsake her incomplete distances to medical-labor(s) and become a road-minion for Fred/Ion and inferred a rather 'dark' American-psyche view for what's become a Western expression for magazine-photo oriented capitalism-race life --- that of (pure) worry for the Ego.

BARON ION: You made it!

AMLAN: We'd love some of your (infamous) luchi-bread, bad-baron.

EZZY: We had to 'test' ourselves with your two roadie-minions.

BARON ION: Fred's a trained trainer, and I had to test your mettle (ok).

AMLAN: That's the hospitality of the underworld --- luchi (right).

BARON ION: Good; maybe you'll make 'shares' on social-media (luchi!).

Amlan/Ezzy didn't just arrive with Beckett sports-trophy treasures and (fake) gems for swap-magic but also their love of luchi-bread and some (laced) absinthe which Ezzy used to inebriate the 'entertained' Ion while Amlan made the gem-swap but afterwards had to wonder what Ezzy had to do as the estate 'insider' to distract the awful baron (hmm).

AMLAN: This estate's out of some cyber-ad (for Facebook).

EZZY: I get this 'funny-sense' you're paranoid about my magic-act.

The gem-swap made inside the baron's vault inside his Nevada estate, opened-up while Ion was entertaining/entertained/drunk afforded Amlan the right-stuff to make a treasure-insurance commentary on social-media that'd draw (Interpol-relation?) eye(s) for this baron's global gem-investment tracks for 'insured' capitalism-race confidence (and luxury-home revelations perhaps/arguably).