American-Getaway: Homeland

A Story by Abishai100

An imagery-rich fanfiction of the 1994 Donaldson mod-Homeland remake of the Peckinpah 'examination' of crime-psyche roadway(s) matter.

A fun adaptation of the hip 1994 remake of that graphic Peckinpah mod-classic about American roadways crime-psyche darkness/Romanticism, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you like (since it's my 'summary' fanfiction of this story/film),

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AMLAN: Aren't you tired of legalese-work in New York, Ezzy?
EZZY: What're you proposing now, Mr. Satan, my darling?
AMLAN: We go to the Southwest and invade the blood-diamond baron (Ion) and his gem-estate/bank.

EZZY: Feeling vigilante-patriotic, eh?
AMLAN: This is what's needed for us, Ezzy, for a new image of Homeland commercial defense!

EZZY: For rhetoric/insanity?
AMLAN: We need this...a hero's deed, for social media (insurance) commentary.

EZZY: Sounds like a plan (for social media); we need the right chess-flexibility here (ok).

Amlan and Ezzy, our protagonist newfound vigilantism-thinkers of the post-9/11 era Homeland, hopped into their 'borrowed' sky-blue roadways auto to speed into the Southwest (Phoenix) to explore a gem-trade insurance examination 'deed' at the estate of the blood-diamond baron Ion and seek a continental 'shift' concerning treasure-insurance smugglers highways inventions (for the Ego).

AMLAN: This bad-baron will need inebriation with our homemade absinthe; following the bank-job.

EZZY: We need to do this (all) right, Mr. Satan, and you need to believe in me (tactic).

AMLAN: Hey, we'll spin this trustworthy yarn for social-media storyboards, certainly, Ezzy, darling.

EZZY: Good (for social media).

Thus our two heroes were en-route to Phoenix, to the Ion-estate where they'd trade a special sports-media/marketing 'trophy' item while Ezzy got the bad-baron drunk and Amlan swapped his in-house safe (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds with fakes they'd bring with them following a bank-box raid of Ion's stored (other) conflict-zone gems (Sierra Leone) using an acid-gun and street-theater media-stunt claims involving a box-storage photo-stunt for insurance-commentary in Arizona (for auto-salesmanship).

AMLAN: Look at this Homeland view for 'expressions' in continental breadth of transit, Ezzy.

EZZY: I'm getting nervous this Ion's sending some 'challenger' to test our good mettle here, Satan.

AMLAN: So...we need only to 'adapt' to all this 'American' consciousness (for the spirit).

EZZY: Alright (for social media).

BARON ION: I'm dispatching my minion (Fred) to intercept these 'merchants' with their proposition(s).

ASSOCIATE: You doubt their agenda?
BARON ION: I'll benefit from this co-investment/marketing insurance commentary, but with skill.

ASSOCIATE: You worry they're 'geeks' from some street-squad, Ion?
BARON ION: That's what Fred will match/outline...for my estate's insurance-securities-materialism.

ASSOCIATE: Good (thanx!).

BANK MANAGER: This guy claimed he was a theater-artist with insurance-showcase for box-photo IQ.

INTERVIEW: You think this was a 'prepaid' stage for Ion-company insurance-confidence (blood-gossip)?

BANK MANAGER: All's we knew of this blood-diamond exploitation gossip is some Mardi-Gras cinema.

INTERVIEW: Wow (badness for social media).

Well, the bank suffered in Phoenix, but Ion would flourish enough to seek a cool retreat, which is what Amlan/Ezzy hoped they'd achieve for this 'deed' in roadways vigilantism for enhanced (Interpol-relation?) eyes commentary concerning eco-minerals mining insurance/values for post-9/11 era Homeland infrastructure/business (for the bread).

FRED: Thanx for the med-care, Shelbye/Teddy!

TEDDY: You crawled into our vet-office with that acid-burned foot, fellow.

FRED: I'm shooting you (Teddy) and kidnapping your darling unhappy wife (Shelbye).

SHELBYE: What (really)?

FRED: She's got that spark to become my underworld adventure ally for my plot-for-revenge.

TEDDY: What...revenge?
FRED: It won't concern you, little-man; Shelbye's mine (now), ok.

SHELBYE: I feel like Bonnie Parker (badness for social media!).

Do you know the resolution of this dark faerie-tale? After Fred was shot in the foot by Amlan's acid-gun while he tried to 'test' their mettle with a Courtyard-lot shootout, the evil Fred crawled to a Phoenix vet-center where he'd been treated by Shelbye/Teddy (a married couple) and then bloody-murdered Teddy and 'kidnapped' the morally-susceptible wife and sought revenge against Amlan/Ezzy only to fail again (this time together!). Amlan/Ezzy arrived at the Ion-estate, 'thanked' them for the Fred-examination of darkness, and proceeded to carry-out their vigilante-schedule and made-off with his bloody-treasures (insured) and left that 'trophy' sport-item for insurance-commentary requiring Ion to create 'overground' examinations for securities --- a Sabatini (Argentina) 'youth-fanzine' oriented pro-women's tennis spirits memento of the upstart-athlete's 'cool-defiance' of invincible Graf (Germany) in the 1988/1990 US-Open finals.

AMLAN: All's 'fare' in love-and-war(s), darling.

EZZY: You gave me that job/crusade credit you owed me, Mr. Satan (thanx).

AMLAN: Did you doubt me all along, Ezzy?

EZZY: Only because of Homeland's materialism-media bread (ok).