Kleinfeld's Method

A Story by Abishai100

Windy-City theater makes for bureaucracy-readings, flares, crime-world 'vigilantism-chess' and drawings for Kleinfeld, Carlo, and darling-lady Ezzy.

My 'grand' fanfiction of that late 20th-Century crime-world(s) masterpiece, Carlito's Way (Sean Penn), which I think you'll like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction/adaptation offers no explicit/commercial ties to the referenced work of inspiration (Brian De Palma) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression of language-arts/theater (for 'open' reviews).

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This is the story of Carlo and Kleinfeld, two Windy-City pals from Dartmouth who became mired in underworld eco-capitalism badness until Carlo had a post-incarceration change-of-heart and moved his calculating pal-associate (Kleinfeld) to seek a more 'vigilante' minded escape-roadway(s) for a 'Brussels sprout eatery-dive field goal' in our 21st-Century Earthling culture of cyber-and-toys driven capitalism couture (for photo-graphics!).

CARLO: Blood-diamond traffic makes for rogue finance/piracy storytellers, eh, friend?
KLEINFELD: You said it, Carlo; I'll plan this 'cinema-getaway' for your lady-hawk (Ezzy).

CARLO: It stuns me, Kleinfeld, that all your years of Chicago-treasure yields no true-love.

KLEINFELD: Hey, this vigilante-turn for imagination surely finds me with a Belgian-angel!

CARLO: Sounds like your Catholic 'claim' is offering you a more savvy uniform-for-dye, pal.

KLEINFELD: I know not many Algerian-American 'lawyers' have a Jewish-surname, but hey.

CARLO: You think of your mom at all, Kleinfeld?

KLEINFELD: Let's think of 'our' method pre-flight (Brussels sprouts).

CARLO: Good (Facebook like).

KLEINFELD: Thanx.

Kleinfeld was a calculator of the 'classic' variety, and it's who Carlo, honestly, needed for his/this life-change consciousness in the Windy-City (Homeland) for a Selfie-toast concerning those pesky 'incomplete-distances' readings to commercial lifestyle 'drawn' Ego-medicine (and perhaps regret!).

EZZY: I don't trust Kleinfeld.

CARLO: I don't trust Kleinfeld.

EZZY: Well, perchance I can make that Belgian cyber-fashion studio goal a reality, eh?

CARLO: Incarceration 'shifts' a man, Ezzy my love.

EZZY: How're we making it to the Euro-airport for your box-swap post-deed in Chicago?

CARLO: The airport (O'Hare) is the thing to catch the conscience of models with wings.

Kleinfeld swapped Ion-company (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds with glass-animals and replica-jewelry pieces using a mask, beard, and a theater prop water-gun filled with HCL (thin glass-tube inserted in the shooting-piston) and left a note at the Windy-City pizzeria for the manager who had Ion-chess ties reading, "Street-examination for treasure-market and motion in the city reach (Interpol-relation?) journals for insurance/bread, which is why Carlo/Kleinfeld depart for a Euro-currency dialysis (bistro)."

BARON ION: This is the worst thing I've seen since the Wonderland Murders (1981).

ASSOCIATE: Carlo's a 'classic' ex-inmate with a full-heart for life-change(s), bad-baron.

BARON ION: I don't want our companies/stores/fanzines 'sullied' by immigration-diary.

ASSOCIATE: If we don't catch them in the Euro-airport where we stationed men?

BARON ION: Then we accept any news-piece left for a magazine 'model' ink (damn!).

The store Kleinfeld used was a typical Windy-City diamond-outfit in the challenged city of Bulls/Bears sportsmanship marketing and bureaucracy-readings, but blood-diamonds were the new evil, and this escape 'method' calculated by Kleinfeld was (purely!) matched by Carlo's wit(s) and faith, which was drawn from Ezzy, who happened to love consumerism (and insurance). Never undervalue city-lines for dialysis (damn).

CARLO: I guess Ion's going to slip into silence, for good.

KLEINFELD: Or for bad (ha!).

CARLO: It shocks me you're my guardian-angel, Kleinfeld.

KLEINFELD: I learned everything from the movies, Carlo (wow).

Carlo/Ezzy arrived at their Brussels sprout eatery-dive venture daydream and enjoyed letting their 'calculating' pal joy-drive them around in his new (white!) Diablo, and it was possible because of an O'Hare box-transfer 'deed' prior to a Euro-airport landing linked restroom evasion by Kleinfeld involving walking in, followed, and walking-out in a mustache, beard, and London-Fog (for capitalism's dye).