Mauve Sunset

Portrait of the underworld 'psyche' linked with treasures-for-art, and a protagonist 'antihero-prince' with a 'mark' for Earthling's dialysis.

A bright adaptation of the themes/imagery from that original French criminal-psyche noir 'adventure' story (film) Purple Noon (Alain Delon). Hope you like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film of inspiration (Rene Clement) and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression of social arts (for 'open' interpretations). 

----

====

MR. AMLAN SATAN: "Blood-gem art-tie, replica-do time swap IQ (James Bond)."

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' finance/piracy woe."

Friends, blood-diamonds (conflict-zone gem smugglers highways) had become something of an 'insurance-anathema' in the 21st-Century Earth-realm of 'incomplete-distances' readings for the texts/languages of incomplete-lines for bureaucracy-arts. That's where we find this 'prince' psychopath, Mr. Amlan Satan, who discovered a special microfiche report of diamonds-and-art and made 'wage' for an art-circle(s) in Monaco (Euro) tied to an unscrupulous yuppie-playboy (Tom) and his unfortunate but swept 'damsel' (Marge), a Euro-couple Mr. Satan (Amlan!) had decided to make 'mark' of for a museum-piece 'wed' to blood-diamond profit(s) owned by them (for bad library record). Was this (simplified) vigilantism (for the Ego)?

TOM: Welcome to Europe, American (Algerian?).

SATAN: Correct-o; sounds dialysis...diamond-marketing, man?

MARGE: You're quite the chef.

SATAN: Yes, yes, Marge; chicken-curries, soups, even taquitos (thanx).

TOM: You find us...Facebook like.

SATAN: Good, good...thanx for the museum replica-sketch making hours, Tom.

MARGE: You've got the look of a Dr. Evil, Mr. Satan (Amlan?).

SATAN: Facebook-like (ha).

CURATOR: He had post-hours time with Leo (guardsman), sir.

INSPECTOR: This sketch in-place of the original (video-game market) avatar?

CURATOR: We suspect it's not the original (already), sir!

INSPECTOR: Leo awoke from an absinthe drunk spell, eh?

CURATOR: The artist came in masked/costumed...some theater/video thing.

INSPECTOR: No video-record without Satan aside from Leo's narration-moment?

CURATOR: He must've swapped the piece then, sir!

INSPECTOR: In 5 minutes?

CURATOR: Leo's been drunk (before).

INSPECTOR: Damn...no museum-traffic ties with anything.

CURATOR: Since the alarm went-off 3 times this month.

INSPECTOR: We must prove Satan turned that alarm on 3 times (damn!).

CURATOR: Facebook-like.

Marge was horrified to discover Tom's drowned body in the Monaco water, and then she found his journal with 'blood-diamond reports text' and turned it over to the Inspector (Charlie) who thought everything was (somehow!) choreographed by micro-miracle by this 'talented' Mr. Amlan Satan. Satan was already in Brussels and mailed his ('dear') Marge a sculpted set of hands...for dowry symbols dialysis (for the Ego?).

MARGE: That video-game 'universe' sketch was worth a 'cool' million, sir.

INSPECTOR: I suspect Satan (Amlan?) has already traded it (Belgian waffle).

MARGE: Was this all the work of an insider (blood-diamonds)...or psycho?

INSPECTOR: What we do know (now), sweet Marge, is that art's sunset.

MARGE: Damn (good luck, Inspector)...for Tom.

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

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)