He's aware he shouldn't be visiting whom he can't help but want to see, his innate warm and friendly curiosity reimagining things as they've been.
But his love interest has tied the knot with a local entrepreneur who's none too impressed, as they still meet to catch up indiscreetly as if nothing's changed the palimpsest.
Fortunately, he's found a way to cool things off before they get out of hand, for he works in an armoured car and is well aware of its routine.
With his knowledge of the vehicle's route he can plan a heist with his ex-partner's new husband, and they can all escape with plenty of dough to newfound lands malfeasant munchies.
The plan is made even though stately trust still evades congenial understanding, the prosperous possibilities too tantalizing to ignore due to amorous prorated grievance.
But as the job is being pulled something's not quite right with the prized predicament.
Amicable relations remain unrestored.
Hospitalized convalescence pending.
I suppose when you're writing a script like this you have to pile on the inherent should nots, character A should not have considered even more outcomes than character B or C and their devout minions.
The more radically preposterous and inimitably out of whack, the more likely the lugubrious outcome may surely seem like disastrous fact.
Imagine films like the disillusioning Criss Cross released in abundance each fiscal year, challenging sundry reliable westerns for box office cred impeccable sheer.
Makes you want to smoke cigars/cigarillos and drink whiskey/margaritas afield in the wilderness, perhaps cooking your meals on a campfire randomly fuelled by obstinate strain.
Has film noir ever taken off within space for an intergalactic aerodynamic decade, embracing comedy, tragedy, romance, beyond interplanetary conflict?
It is the age of globalization and it's taken on a disenchanting hue.
But rational applicability isn't so easily mis/construed.
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