Catch Me (Movie Fanfiction)

A world-track man of 'record' (Mr. Amlan Satan) casts himself as a 21st-Century real-life Artful Dodger with an 'expression' for what's (simply) dialysis-bread.

A 'cool' adaptation of Catch Me If You Can (Leo DiCaprio), but not referencing any real-world figure/celebrity. 

----

====

Mr. Amlan Satan had been running around the fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings for bureaucracy-lines of bread/fruit, become a self-made Artful Dodger of capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' and blood-diamond operationalist, airline pilot (disguised), and Windy-City pediatrician, all the while drawing (Interpol-relation?) examination eyes for conflict-zone gem insurance-IQ for smugglers-highways and Selfie-commentary culture interest for consumerism 'confidence' storyboards, but what was his (actual) psyche-motivation(s)?

FBI AGENT HAND: "I'll catch you, Satan...uncertain how/why...but I can!"

SATAN (Amlan): Seems to me, Thomas, you've become a treasure-IQ hunter?

AGENT HAND: "What's the 'game' for capitalism-stalemates, Satan (hmmm)?"

SATAN (Amlan): When you define your fortune-States, you'll detect my face.

AGENT HAND: "Some humor-line for a Bazarov-of-Earth; you're a pirate, Satan!"

SATAN (Amlan): Happy V-Day, Thomas (really).

AGENT HAND: "Hey, I work for the detectives, Satan; this is your game (ok)."

SATAN (Amlan): I'll lead you to your (Interpol-relation?) jewelry-digit(s), Thomas.

AGENT HAND: "Good...thanx."

Well, our fare-rich Blue-Planet 'musketeer' (Mr. Amlan Satan) really did have a 'Fathers-and-Sons' psyche-motivation(s) secret, and it concerned the displaced emotionally-complex history of home-life (youth) with his stern-daddy (Emit), and it created in him a special Renaissance-Man 'aura' for bureaucracy-arts, and it moved him to become a bank-robber, Mardi-Gras performer, pediatrician, among other things (wow). Was this a tale of a different 'shine' of the American Dream, a mod-Earth (21st-Century) incomplete-lines for street-transit intuitions (for the Ego)? Was it Facebook like?

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' finance/piracy woe(s).

MARY-LAND HOSPITAL: Dr. Amlan is the superior-visiting pediatric-man (100yrs).

JAMESON-AIRLINES: Well, seemed to us, Agent Hand, Pilot Amlan's IQ-dialysis!

PENN LIBRARY: He'd become a fave-patron and courted our librarian (Ezzy).

He didn't just 'court' Ezzy (Penn state school area - library) but took her on a 'whirlwind' adventure to swap (rumored-insured) 'blood-diamonds' with eco-message glass-animal miniatures/figurines for insurance-eyes and street-commentary in North America about lines-for-doubt, and then he made her a Mardi-Gras street-pageant beauty-queen (for a pre-Halloween) 'dowry' game!

Was he flying from the world while engaging himself as an 'actor' for world-intelligence and storyboards, drawn from a youth-motivation of psyche-distances like a Bazarov (Turgenev) cartoon-character (Amlan Satan)?

AGENT HAND: I'm certain your 'pilot-man' celebrity is some Artful Dodger, friend.

AIRLINE PERSONNEL: Sounds like a Logan language-arts line for dye (thanx).

EMIT: You'd be an excellent Dickensian-educator, sonny-gem.

SATAN (Amlan): Father, this is a fare-rich Earth of examination-line (for the Ego).

EMIT: Seems (to me), Mr. Amlan Satan, there's a 'cinema' hologram for Dodgers!

SATAN (Amlan): Isn't there (always) sportsmanship-faces for (American) dialysis?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)