Grifters Coarse

A Story by Abishai100

'Bright' adaptation of the searing Stephen Frears '90 portrait of (shared) crime-psyche 'universe' darkness for wrought distances to (shared) human doubt.

The Grifters (John Cusack) adaptation for your Saturday's Summer Eve (thanks so much for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the Stephen Frears film and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations).

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AMLAN: I've been a grifter for thought since I was a boy in Algeria (pickpocket-IQ).

EZZY: Now you figure some eco-vigilantism 'line' for horse-race heroics is career?

AMLAN: I'm stealing you from that blood-diamond baron (Ion) for Brussels-waffles!

EZZY: Well, we'll hype your gems-line for horse-investment media for Ion for IQ.

AMLAN: He'll think you flew with me to make for post-race Belgian waffle gossip!

EZZY: That's good-Rationalism, even for a grifter (Facebook-like).

Baron Ion was no small-time investor and his work-eye for blood-diamond extractions exploits for the black market had folks talking about things like Interpol and Palestinian rogues; but that's where our protagonist antihero 'prince' enters this dark faerie-tale region of horse race and capitalism magnification, for an American Homeland upstart-racer company ('Arklow') co-investment game worth a social media and streets-gossip (Facebook-like). Our prince-antihero, Mr. Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Catholic), remembered wisdom acquired from his boy-years in Algiers from mother-Nina (now deceased). Arklow was gonna aid Amlan Satan to rescue his damsel from the bad-Ion empire (Selfie-like!).

Of course, you wouldn't think Satan a nature-grifter from his demeanor of innocence and worldly active capitalism idealism, but that's what he was, or learned from mother-Nina in Algeria pre-move to this 'New World' of Selfie fortune(s) jars of leviathan/uncertainty. Amlan spotted Ezzy, his damsel at the horse-race domain where stuff like Churchill-Downs drinks had become an American mainstay for Summer imagery-TV and games, and made 'mark' of her as a co-grifter, which is why she'd help him spin a co-investment handmaiden tale to bring Interpol-gossip eyes to Baron Ion's otherwise 'insured' pockets for the Ego (damn).

Amlan persuaded the bad-baron of blood-diamond repute to think of Ezzy as a cool blue-chip and proceeded to paint a mosaic of co-investment connection ('Arklow') and hyped his diamonds on social media before Ezzy helped him make swaps/thefts and airport-locker storages for Ion's minions to find and make street-languages for potential Ion-empire 'ties' for eco-capitalism machinery of world-repute, which would (now-surely) draw some Interpol-line (Facebook-like). Wow, Amlan thought of himself as Artful Dodger, if not James Bond (himself).

Baron Ion was infuriated to make for 'discovery' that he may've found himself bled-into some Churchill-Downs 'friendly' language for ties of horse-company and eco-capitalism 'jitters' of the blood-diamond variety long-before Amlan Satan had flown to Brussels with damsel-Ezzy. However, he left an airport-locker note for the Ion-co. for 'insurance' or IQ, which simply read, "Tried on an Ion-universe shirt for my Target-blog so his eco-capitalism wed is assured for my own retirement for proper waffle venture capitalist jury (Selfie-like)."