15 September 1950' 

South Philly, Philadelphia

20:39 PM

 -《You're taking too long, Mister Morgan !》the wise man knocked at the public's toilet door.

- 《Can I have a poo, on peace ?》replied Morgan, quietly. 

*Five seconds of calm later*

- 《I've heard you, Arthur. Ow yes ! I've heard you. I know ... let me guess. You'll take out that journal of yours, where you certaintly note your girl's hidden caprices and probably complain about yourself, willing to make a new flood out of philly's sewers. Give this man a medal, or a meal ! Hah. You are NOT a prophet ! ... 》

- 《Very funny, mister suit ! Indeed, very funny ... a fine comedian ...》 said Arthur while leaving the door closed behind his back, getting a fast fix to his satchel. He added saying :

- 《 ... Is your audience full as your criminal record ? I'm still wondering. You should try your luck at the Art Academy of Wisconsin, maybe you'll become a reference.》 

The mobster burned a paper previously handed by Morgan.

- 《Listen pal ! You wont believe yo eyes, nor Illinois folk's noises. Got you THE best what you or your guys in Chicago can get down here in Pennsylvanie, okay ? 》trustly saying.

- 《Thirty five units ?! 》 incisted Morgan. 

- 《 Thirty four, one goes as a personal tax, you know the rule.》 The associate tooked a drink of Guarma's Rhum proposed by Arthur.

- 《 Sure, paying tribute. Never mind. Wise's a man who shows respect even by a lame share of his "Negozio". Well, five thousand per unit.》 The ♧Lucky CowHat♧ bearer lighted up a cigar with an allumet and started walking.

- 《I'am not a wise guy sent from the third sky to solve earth's misery. But, mark my word, down here in Philly, we make our friends rich. Good friends. And we've got a DEAL ! And did my ears went wrong ? You speack a damn word of mama's italian.》 screamed the man. 

He finished on a last breath :

《Mister Morgan, if you were good at bargaining than expulsing excrements, we'd be very rich. I'd bet on it, yo know !》

Morgan stopped and started sharing at him.

- 《Father's always told me one thing that marked me since youth. He, peace on his soul said : Son ! you've got a hell off a talent. Son ! you're lucky as an Irish on a strip-ranch. You ... are a visionary ! ...》. He approached his friend《... and you, my friend, are a discovery. You could give a laugh to a man jumping to hell. Change that Job for god's sake ! Or be more stealthy !》 whispering at his ears making a joke. 《Go ahead to your hideout》 agreed both of them.

Few hours later, Philadelphia, place unknown, 16th Sept.

 Philadelphia's countryside was submerged with a tick shaded frogg. Sometime, sounds of animals disrupt peace and Morgan's nerves. 

*Nothing to worry about it, just a job, like another. On a day like another.*

A loud bang made both of them jump on their feets, aiming guns thoward that cage door. 

- 《Nice gun you've got here ! Are you waiting someone, Morgan ?》

Before having time for an answer, a woman's could be heard outside screaming something.

- 《Open, right now ! I'am freezing outside》 Yalled the same voice. Then with a broken voice : 《Why did I've accepted this f*cking job ?》

Morgan looked out from a tiny hole, finaly releasing the lock and chains protecting that rusty old entrance door.

-《I know her. It's Cristina (CA). She's a federal Agent. She got the rope tied with someone important. She will grant us free access to roads for smuggling that truck.》 ... *looks outsider*

《And damned is my life ! I think mother's hasnt gived me her benediction when I was born, aware about how she poorly died. At last, I know I wont last long since God has sent both of you FOR ME. I will probably end up in a county jail playing scrabble with dead coackroches.

《Would you just keep it quiet, woman ! It's an ABSOLUTE nay for a shower in Sing Sing again !》

The agent entred the warehouse, throwed her dark weather gloves and putted clearly her gun visible. She lighted a cig then replied :

《The first hillbilly that moves a single wave of his eyebow will find himself mugshoted on the daily news tomorrow morning, what a catch that would be, Mister Morgan himself and you too, Scalice, make that rat's smile vanish out of your face, you're known too. Gentlemens, please, leave us do that smuggling as it should. I have that Loui bag that I've seen. And yes Arthur, I tought you'd be a decent man, leaving a woman outside》 

Arthur's face crumbled for a moment. 

-《Just leave that gun in its shelter ma'am. We're here to make money. And we both know two facts. First, only those ten golden bars motivated you, day one. Second and NOT the last I'm not sure you're a lady anymore.》