Getaway: B+

Can sportsmanship 'vanity' create a 'dare' against underworld insurance-chess for a Homeland expression concerning any (real) intelligence break?

A fun adaptation of the 1994 remake of that iconic/graphic Peckinpah Steve McQueen American-crime psyche landscape masterpiece The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you like, 

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EZZY: I'm a social-media photo-pedestrian fan of sanity now, darling!

AMLAN: Become my sidekick on this vigilantism-crusade for journals.

EZZY: What's the insurance for this 'blood-diamond' examination(s)?

AMLAN: I promise I won't doubt your credentials for contribution(s).

EZZY: Is there hand-shake for Homeland confidence-chess (in you)?

AMLAN: Certainty; we'll cast this deed with photo-storytelling (money).

EZZY: Maybe there's a chance-assurance for American photo-shares.

AMLAN: I promise, there's no 'darkness' for Homeland's materialism.

EZZY: Alright!

Amlan Satan, our protagonist 'antihero' prince of this gem-insurance pseudo-vigilantism fable-matter of American matter, managed to persuade his darling-lady (Ezzy) to become his road-adventure(s) ally for infiltration into a blood-diamond baron estate in the Homeland, for a reflections-fortunes storyboard about the 'personality' quality behind modern capitalism-race commentary/expressions (for the Ego).

AMLAN: We're darting for Baron Ion company estate IQ in this auto.

EZZY: This is a 'gold-laurel' for the dash of Homeland road(s) chess?

AMLAN: Did you (ever) doubt the intrigue-IQ of treasure-insurance now?

EZZY: I (guess) match your 'game' for insurance-heroics transit (wow).

AMLAN: You distract the inebriated baron, and I'll make gem-swaps.

EZZY: Let's hope (perhaps) you'll contour road-IQ with sanity-chess!

AMLAN: I'm the 'duke' of American Homeland transit-materialism (ok).

EZZY: Good (for social media)...ha!

The two heroics deed seeking Americans consented they'd seek this alliance for vigilantism-performance and trekked to the estate/mansion of the blood-diamond baron (Ion-company) who'd been investing in the 'interest' of Earth-treasure mining exploitations/piracy and hoped they'd draw a 'social media' insurance commentary for a magazine-age image for what'd become a fortune-reading matter (for bread).

Along the way, to the estate of the Ion-estate, Amlan Satan performed special blood-diamond bank-box heists/swaps of insurance commentary gossip, casting himself as a street-artist performer ('complete' with toy-gun props filled with acid and left notes with escorting guardsmen for securities-humor(s) reading messages for consumerism-theater like, "Diamond-chess confidence in American banks for 'cinema' is simply a handshake for what's become an invested bard-scholarship").

BARON ION: I dispatch my assassin (Fred) to test this vigilance-mettle.

ASSOCIATE: Fred will find this track-duo in Western journal-activity!

BARON ION: Let's hope Fred will intercept any vigilante-imaging.

ASSOCIATE: If this hero-duo seeks a Western deed, you're there!

BARON ION: Maybe they 'think' to subvert my gem-science interest(s).

ASSOCIATE: If they invade your Western-gem science, you'll endure.

BARON ION: This is a social-media insurance 'dare' for American matter!

ASSOCIATE: We'll be confident our 'friend' (Fred) will ruin the Earth.

This minion of the blood-diamond underworld (Fred) was dispatched to test the mettle of our prince-antihero (Amlan Satan) and found the vigilantism-enchanted duet in a Courtyard (motel) and tried to shoot Satan in the parking-lot when Amlan spotted the 'Gargoyle' and used his silencer to shoot the adversary in the foot, forcing him to craw inside his car and get to a (nearby) vet-office for treatment, which he'd use for a magazine-culture 'message' about the vanity of adventure-matter (for the Ego).

DR. JAMES HARRIS: Your foot needs real attention, Fred.

FRED: Seems your 'fancy' med-aide wife (Shelbye) is intrigued!

JAMES: She's (naturally) curious about your sense of mystery (ok).

FRED: I'll allow you to treat me (now).

JAMES: What's your hint of crime for Shelbye's life (now)?

FRED: I offer this 'wage' that you'll cure me, and Shelbye is mine.

JAMES: You 'doubt' this med-center treatment is (somehow) sane?

FRED: You cure me; I'll kill you; Shelbye's no longer your wife.

JAMES: Aha, then this examination is (simply) a 'vanity' humor?

FRED: Shelbye will become my ally; good for social media matter.

JAMES: I'm a medicine-man; I guess you're a 'pirate' of fortune(s).

FRED: When Shelbye's my 'model' of vanity, you'll become memory.

JAMES: I'm a medicine-man; your message of dishonor is movie-class.

FRED: I've achieved this deed of temptations-marks (no?).

JAMES: If Shelbye's your 'ally' (now), I'm sainted as materialism.

FRED: Damn (nevertheless good for mannequin-bread).

Our hero-duet arrived at the gem-insurance underworld estate of the bad-baron who wondered what'd they made of their 'examination' by his dispatched minion of darkness (Fred).

AMLAN: Seems Fred and his 'ally' failed in their crusade for hell?

ION: You have that sportsman-trophy image for exchange/posts?

AMLAN: Let's trade gems and sports-net images for insurance-chess!

ION: I guess you've become a musketeer in this domain of value(s)?

AMLAN: My darling-lady will get you drunk while I examine your gems.

ION: Alright; you've proven yourself as mark-worthy of treasure-games.

AMLAN: Excellence; I'll examine your safe-gems (for critique).

ION: I thought Fred would've destroyed your enthusiasm.

AMLAN: Nah...this exchange is (purely) fortune-matter.

While inside this estate, Ezzy distracted the gem-insurance evils-baron with her dance while he'd been inebriated by Amlan's absinthe, long-enough to afford our protagonist antihero the time to make a mansion-vault gem-swap with some bathroom-made acid. He left a note inside the vault-room reading, "This is prepaid insured-treasure criticism for the company of Homeland treasure-motions complexity that will cast us as a messenger-force for what's become the 'image' of residential materialism (to certainly perfect 'American' brains)."

EZZY: A luchi-brunch to toast this 'deed' for fortune-insurance heroics.

AMLAN: You're such a photogenic faerie-muse of hospitality-reading(s).

EZZY: The bloody gem-insurance evildoer will forget us as musketeers.

AMLAN: True; maybe this diner-table 'toast' for life's (all) success.

EZZY: I await your present-reaction for Romanticism-heart (hmm).

AMLAN: I'm feeling like a hospitality photographer (for capitalism!).

Amlan married Ezzy and moved to Belgium and gifted a special romantic pro-women's spirits youth-fanzine oriented trophy-image card-item (Valentine's Day) which he hoped would remind her of his 'class-education' of capitalism-race deeds for heroics in the blood-diamond 'chess' of vigilantism.

EZZY: A Sabatini (Argentina) competition-education 'souvenir' for IQ.

AMLAN: This upstart-athlete offered us a defiance-image of fantasy!

EZZY: Yeah...her 'cool' competition was (all) storyboard, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Remember her 'challenge' to the indomitable Graf (Germany)?

EZZY: She offered us a media-environment 'buzz' for the US-Open finals.

AMLAN: Yes, darling; it was that 1988/1990 (NY) cheer for materialism.

EZZY: Seems our 'dark' misadventure yield's a 'shine' for broth.

AMLAN: For capitalism...and bureaucracy (maybe).

"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)