Flesh/Bone: Adaptation

Pensive psychiatrist-dialogue adaptation of the searing Steve Kloves (American) film about fathers-sons fury negotiations for 'wrought' spiritual decimals.

A brooding adaptation of the searing father-son conflict disasters film Flesh and Bone (Dennis Quaid), a great American gem. 

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PSYCHIATRIST: So you refuse to absorb Selfie-culture comforts for this thought.

AMLAN SATAN: Well, doc...killing your father's hardly a Selfie-soothed thought!

PSYCHIATRIST: You claim you had to do so in self-defense and you buried him.

AMLAN SATAN: It's my secret, and you're keep this all confidential (I've proof!).

PSYCHIATRIST: Well, we'll keep it secret and allow you to unfold your psyche!

AMLAN SATAN: Thanx, doc...you'll see my Selfie-investment is hardly medicine.

PSYCHIATRIST: You've a letter he wrote prior to him trying to murder you.

AMLAN SATAN: In his handwriting, reads, "If I fail, this letter's only apology."

PSYCHIATRIST: You poor soul...perchance Selfie-comforts are too vain, no?

AMLAN SATAN: I'm not giving-up on your world/society immersion thought.

PSYCHIATRIST: The more Selfie-comforts you absorb, the more you'll forgive.

AMLAN SATAN: I had a dream he visited from the afterlife as a female-drone.

PSYCHIATRIST: What?
AMLAN SATAN: It was like anti-Hamlet (damn).

PSYCHIATRIST: You punish your mind, yet you killed father in self-defense?

AMLAN SATAN: I know, I know...it sounds morbid, but this ghost was bizarre!

PSYCHIATRIST: A female-drone, like Medieval or fantasy, clad in metal.

AMLAN SATAN: Perchance my resolution that I protected a damsel, no?

PSYCHIATRIST: That's a natural-thought; your father was lucky for his burial.

AMLAN SATAN: I buried him with a Christian prayer and won't forget the Hell.

PSYCHIATRIST: Or the Heaven (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN SATAN: Good (Facebook-like).

PSYCHIATRIST: You had a silencer 'toy' (fancy-gold gun) he gifted you.

AMLAN SATAN: Father's way of commemorating my birthday and his NRA-IQ.

PSYCHIATRIST: In his 'failure-premonition' letter, he half-apologized.

AMLAN SATAN: He claimed he was unable to negotiate his angst/wrath.

PSYCHIATRIST: He was an alcoholic.

AMLAN SATAN: Very troubled...had a bizarre preoccupation with rats (too).

PSYCHIATRIST: Did he buy toys for you when you were a boy?

AMLAN SATAN: That he did, but he was very verbally abusive to my mom.

PSYCHIATRIST: What did he write in this 'apology' letter that scars you?

AMLAN SATAN: "You and me, sonny...we're flesh/bone...never dialysis."

PSYCHIATRIST: You've negotiated the 'leviathan' in your (American) life.

AMLAN SATAN: Being an immigrant/citizen infused ambition's heart-strings too.

PSYCHIATRIST: Facebook-like (ok).

AMLAN SATAN: I was in my summer home, swimming, and he brought the gun.

PSYCHIATRIST: He gave you the (loaded) gold-gun he gifted you.

AMLAN SATAN: He said, "Hold the gun, and try to aim; you'll lose, sonny."

PSYCHIATRIST: Then he pulled out a revolver and aimed it at your heart!

AMLAN SATAN: I dove under water and then popped-up with my gun aimed.

PSYCHIATRIST: And you shot him (squarely) in the chest.

AMLAN SATAN: I found his 'failure-premonition' letter by his whiskey-glass.

PSYCHIATRIST: What did you make for Christian-prayers for his (secret) burial?

AMLAN SATAN: "Forgiving my father...for all men are troubles-rich, even Jesus."

PSYCHIATRIST: And you left your summer home and sought a new-life.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm dating a librarian now, doc (Shelbye O'Hara).

PSYCHIATRIST: What have you shared with her?

AMLAN SATAN: Some things are better left unsaid (Facebook-like).

PSYCHIATRIST: Good (ok).

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

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)