16th September 1950' Place unknown, Philadelphia. Late that night.   -

《... Fly me to the moon  ... Let me play among the stars ... Let me see what spring is like ...On a, Jupiter and Mars ... In other words, hold my hand ! ... 》 《 ... You are all I long for ...All I worship and adore ... In other words, please be true ... in other words. IIIIIII love youuuu i uuuu i uuuu 》

Public's acclamations burdened from Scalice's (wise guy) Radio. Afterwhile, a harsh voice of a local speacker interrupted backgroud's ambiance and said :

*Zis is WGL from Phillies Broadcast Radio Station and Welcoooome to zis shoooooow ! I'am Brad Bravat, direct from the Grande Finale of the magnificient Mr. FRANK Sinaaaatra. We're at Ze Grand Opera House located in the heart of South Philly. WELCOME ! -taking up his breath- I leave you now with a brand neeew song !*  

Cristina (Morgan's CA) pulled off the red "Philco" radio, kicking with her foot Arthur's leg. 

*Not you again ...*  he taught.   

- 《Green light's on. Your part of the job now. Are you listening to me ? ... YOU'LL have to cross four states, Arthur. ARTHUR ?! ... MORGAN ! WAAAKE UP ! You jail-face !》 Putting more strenght on her kick. 《You have to  go, now !》.  

Three decades ago, Morgan worked with his father in a ranch near Dearfort in Chicago area's. Afterward, a docker. He doesnt even care what is a tought life. Its life. That's all.   

Gathering his last personal effects, Morgan noticed that his Cattleman 6-Round's magnum handgun was dirty with mud.   

- 《Howdie, Mr. Morgan ! Shippement is ready. Go ahead and steady. We want you back here in Philly, for another busness occasion ! Hah, yo know, I've tooked that powder unit as a tax for my upper bosses. I'am sure you know the rule. Sooner, you'll be pelgriming this powder among countryside.》Said the wise man, introducing someone.    -

《Here he's Mr. Williamson ! Bill ... Williamson. He's your driver in this travel. You can also hire him as a bodyguard. Since he'd that bullet on his left nut, no one wants him anymore in Philly》 ended Scalice while receiving 175.000 $ in a briefcase.   

- 《My respect to Godfather - Chairman - Sir Valinor. It's an honor to do busness in Philly.》 Shout Arthur, humble and respectuous.  

- 《I hope that your pals in Chicago will approve and come do busness. My salutations to Don Roco of Chicago by the way !》 echanging honors.  

In a last friendly hug. Morgan returned back to the engine. * See you at the Loop, Cristina*, she replied : * As soon as you get out of this warehouse I dont know you, Arthur ! *hm* ... But if you go to LV, LA or NY. Call me huh*   

Doors slammed behind Morgan and Williamson. The fat boy which is Bill said :  

- 《Harsh life, Misther Murgane. The 770-mile road thrip from Philadelffia to Chicago thakes 12 hours to drive, we have to pass thhhrough the Great Lakes, following by Lancaster and Cleveland, Tholedo thhhen..n.. Southhhh Bend as well as Cuyahoga Valley and Indiana Dunes Nathhional Parks.》  

- 《Let's hope for the best ! Bill.》 

Few Miles Away ... Cuyahoga Valley. 04:05 PM  

Arthur's wooden pen scratched paper's surface leaving marks on his  diary:

  16th September, and I'am grateful to God for making me watch his wide creation. Nature, multiple colors, birds, cows. Oh, look Arthur. A Tennessee Walker ! Proud bread. My father had one. White was his color. Ablette. Ye, nickname's Ablette. Well ... ! Still remain ... five hours for our arrival. Williamson, that lad, disent talk too much. Probably a good thing in this world of our. Any way, I should stay focused on the road. I'am NOT sure about Cristina's contact. I need to have faith, as I had and always be. What is meant to be will happen. Good vibes ... Always. I ...

  - 《 Mr. Murgaaane ! behind ... please.》 Interrupted his body guard.   

*Looks at Bill first. His full intention focused on a black tuned van initials appearing D.D on its front, fiercely accelerates and passed ahead of our chicago boys*  

A man came out of the passanger 's window with a shotgun directly pointed to the drug truck's.    Barely hearing something alike : 《 STOOOP ! ... DA ... VEEEHICUULE ! YO ! ... F..U... ERZ ...B.... ITCHES !》  

- 《Whathhh's tho do ? Thhey'll shoth ath us !》 Cried Williamson on panic.

-《Calm down, boy ! Stop the vehicule, dont do something stupid, and ... look at me ... dont say a damn word.》 Trying to calming down his acolyte.   

The truck lightly smashed the D.D's Van on its backside. Both ending on the board of the main road.   No vehicule was passing on neither's side. Only dust remains high on the air. Arthur understood immediatly that he must be fast, as taught by his father.   

A man dressed on rag tags, a denim jean and a hunting pair of boots, jumped out the getaway van, keeping bis target at aim with his shotgun.  

- 《Karl ! Come here. We've got a heavy load on this truck》

  A strong bulked man jumped out of the Ford Truck Mini-Van and approached Bill's window's and said : 

  - 《... Aaergh eh ! ...》 with pain to articulate, only that noise camed out of his mouth.

- 《Oh man ! Is there anyone who speacks correctly on these lands ! 》 replied Morgan

 -《 Karl !! You bastard little Gorilla sl*t ! I told you NOT to speack. Now you've making us looks like some ...idiots...incestous...well behaved...eh. ... brain's damaged... oh ... citizens ...》 Losing his nerves.  

《 ENOUGH !》 He cracked down, finaly losing his temper.

-《That's my "is he really from us" cousin, KarlMatthiew. AND I THINK THAT THOSE D.D REFERS TO DurDenz. We're Durdenz, shake your headz by fear. NOW, get both of your arses out of this truck, we take it》 ended saying.

 -《Get out slowly, Bill. Keep it sharp》 replied Morgan.  

Two shoots were heard in the empty countryside. The older Durden fall red dead. The second thug seems NOT to understand what is happening.  Morgan ran immediatly thoward him, succesfully disaming ans throwing him on ground, finaly saying: 

-《Get the HELL OUT of here, idiot !》. Bill keeping aiming at him while he made a ran for his life.

-《You're a gun shhhlinger ! 》 hardly noticed Bill, still under pressure.   

-《We have to move and quick. Four or five hours far from Chicago... and ... wait, Billy. Dont say what you've seen to anyone. My gun is NOT for hire nor for backstabbing.》