By the Waterfront (Elia Kazan, Fanfiction)

Adapted fanfic of the Marlon Brando film-gem about incomplete-thought of defiance, everyday-things, fate, and court-trials of organized aspiring humans on the waterfront.

On the Waterfront (Elia Kazan) adaptation for your 1st-day of '26, injected in-between my fanfic of the iconic '84 Joe Dante pet-care dark magic superstition film-story Gremlins. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation offers no commercial/explicit ties to the Elia Kazan film/story and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

----

====

AMLAN: I'm a shoreman now in Hoboken for your boss, brother, ex-fighter for Hell.

AJAY: Brother, working inside the underworld at the Jersey-docks is now wise!

AMLAN: I don't doubt ya, and I threw my prized fight to keep safe/moneyed, ok.

AJAY: Stay quiet and don't say much about this mob-Friendly linked court murder.

AMLAN: The sister of the murdered-man, Joey, Edie, is somehow my angel, bro.

AJAY: Stay wise, Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American shore-man, ok?

AMLAN: Sure, sure, sure (Facebook-like).

Amlan Satan had been a prize-fighter of great potential and 'cool' photogenic visage in the American Homeland, until he threw what'd been a great fight in his Hoboken Homeland-Jersey area of incomplete-distances readings of daydreams of the average-worker talking on the waterfront about toughness and the American Dream. What could Satan (Amlan) do, however? He was cornered by the calculating hand of shore-smuggler mob-man (boss) Friendly who'd profit from controls of dockmen daydreams by manipulating Jersey-fights while moving diamonds from Africa into North America and into Europe (too). Amlan knew from word by longshoremen now that Friendly had a court-witness murdered, Joey, brother of Edie, Hoboken-angel woman whom Amlan had fallen for and wanted to (now!) do something for, maybe for redemption (Facebook-like).

EDIE: We don't have evidence Friendly had my brother killed, Mister Satan.

AMLAN: Sure.

EDIE: You're quite the cool Hoboken-man, having lost that fight to Friendly's man!

AMLAN: Sure.

EDIE: Well, Friendly had Joey killed for court-word; and now Father Barry's hope.

AMLAN: The shore-Father (Barry?) has eye to rally workers to testify, Edie.

EDIE: Will you help?
AMLAN: You know...my brother (Mr. Ajay Satan) works for Friendly (damn).

EDIE: Sure.

AMLAN: I know I like you, Edie of Hoboken (Facebook-like).

Friendly didn't want Amlan to become Father Barry's special dock-miracle man and had his goons beat him up, but the shoremen, rich with knowing-history of what made this line of work, in this kind of Earth land, a thing of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of life that required Selfie-thought for destiny (or fate). Amlan wasn't dissuaded, because he knew Edie was Father Barry's ally...and he wanted some redemption for the street-gossip of power-visage Amlan Satan added to for evil Friendly's prestige (damn).

JUDGE: You say you're not swayed by your fascination with Miss Edie, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: I know the truth, and sure, I know I lost the fight, but Friendly's bad, sir!

JUDGE: This case has markings of bad romanticism, to be sure...many martyrs.

AMLAN: Say the right thing, sir...not just for Edie but for the good Father of NJ.

JUDGE: That's good word, Amlan Satan...thanks for your testimony...step-down.

AMLAN: Facebook-like, sir.

EDIE: We did it, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I wouldn't have found the junta had not my brother been murdered (too).

EDIE: Aha, the killing of my own brother (Joey) wasn't enough, right?
AMLAN: A man of the shores doesn't have all that American Dream glitter, Edie.

EDIE: You did the right thing, for all of us...in the end...and Friendly's self-exiled.

AMLAN: Everything worked, Miss Edie...and it's much owed to the Father (Barry).

EDIE: We did right, like a good-old story of that right American Dream (cool).

AMLAN: All's 'fare' in all love of helmets, for workers and weirdos alike (maybe).

EDIE: Sure.

THE END

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

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)