Song: link
March 3rd, 1987
Narrator: Things were going downhill for us again since Harlan was killed. We moved back in San Franciscolt in 1983 to hopefully hide under the noses of our family, and avoid rejoining their life of crime, but that plan was slowly failing. Vito started buying madami guns, and sometimes got in trouble with the police. He would end up in frequent fights with them, and sometimes even shot them. He threatened to leave me to fight on my own if we ever encountered the Costanza's, but I'm already fighting on my own while Vito is dealing with the heat. It at least helps me focus on killing the Costanza's.
Skip the song to 2:18
Jerry: *Driving his Pacer to the auto tindahan when his engine breaks down* Not again! This is the 4th time this year. *Parks in front of the auto shop*
Michael: *Watching Jerry angrily step out of his car*
Jerry: Good morning Mike.
Michael: What happened, is your car giving you trouble?
Jerry: Yeah. The damn thing keeps breaking down.
Michael: Employees can fix their car for free.
Jerry: Really? You'd let me do that?
Michael: Of course. You and your brother are the best employees I hired. How is Vito sa pamamagitan ng the way? I hope he's enjoying his araw off.
Jerry: He seemed satisfied when I left our apartment.
Michael: Good. Then you can enjoy your araw off tomorrow while he works with me.
Jerry: Good plan. After I clock in, what would you like me to start with?
Michael: There are two headlights in the yellow lincoln that have water in them. Kindly get those fixed, and then we'll work together on a Desoto.
Jerry: What's going on with that car?
Michael: We have to put some new chrome pieces on the side. Until then, I need to put a new filter into a Buick. May the best employee win.
Jerry: You're challenging me to a race?
Michael: *Chuckles* If you're ready.
Jerry: Go! *Runs to the office to clock in*
Michael: *Opens the hood of the Buick*
Vito was eating pretzels in his apartment as he watched The Dirty Dozen.
Vito: You killed Donald Sutherland? Son of a bitch! *Hears his doorbell* Be right there. *Walks to his door, and opens it to find 2 FBI agents* Yes?
FBI parang buriko 2: Vito Costanza?
Vito: Yes.
FBI parang buriko 2: I'm Clark Billington, and this is my partner Joel Norton. We're with the FBI, and we'd like to ask some questions.
Vito: In that case, come in.
FBI Ponies: *Walks into the apartment*
Vito: *Sits on his couch* Pretzel?
FBI parang buriko 1: We're not hungry. This is a pretty big city, and you're part of a pretty big family.
Vito: Are you referring to the crime family per chance?
FBI parang buriko 2: Yes.
Vito: I'm not with them anymore. I left 6 years nakaraan with my brother Jerry. We've been trying to live a madami honest life, but those bastards keep threatening to kill us unless we go back to them.
FBI parang buriko 1: Is that why you're buying so many guns?
Vito: *Shaking as he closes his eyes*....yes.
FBI parang buriko 2: Listen Vito, you're not in trouble. You have a right to protect yourself. Would you like to make things easier for you, and your brother, and sumali witness protection?
Vito: I have a job. I don't know if I should join. I don't want to leave him short hoofed.
FBI parang buriko 1: What's the place?
Vito: Michael's Auto shop. It's run sa pamamagitan ng a grey hedgehog with red, white, and blue stripes.
FBI parang buriko 2: We'll find replacements for you, and your brother.
Vito: You will?
FBI parang buriko 1: Yeah. We'll stop sa pamamagitan ng tomorrow, and help you and Jerry sumali us. Oh, and one madami favor. *Walks towards the door with his partner, and looks at Vito before leaving* Try not to shoot anymore cops. *Closes the door, and leaves*
Vito: *Laying on his couch, accidentally spilling the bowl of pretzels* Yes sir!
2 B Continued
March 3rd, 1987
Narrator: Things were going downhill for us again since Harlan was killed. We moved back in San Franciscolt in 1983 to hopefully hide under the noses of our family, and avoid rejoining their life of crime, but that plan was slowly failing. Vito started buying madami guns, and sometimes got in trouble with the police. He would end up in frequent fights with them, and sometimes even shot them. He threatened to leave me to fight on my own if we ever encountered the Costanza's, but I'm already fighting on my own while Vito is dealing with the heat. It at least helps me focus on killing the Costanza's.
Skip the song to 2:18
Jerry: *Driving his Pacer to the auto tindahan when his engine breaks down* Not again! This is the 4th time this year. *Parks in front of the auto shop*
Michael: *Watching Jerry angrily step out of his car*
Jerry: Good morning Mike.
Michael: What happened, is your car giving you trouble?
Jerry: Yeah. The damn thing keeps breaking down.
Michael: Employees can fix their car for free.
Jerry: Really? You'd let me do that?
Michael: Of course. You and your brother are the best employees I hired. How is Vito sa pamamagitan ng the way? I hope he's enjoying his araw off.
Jerry: He seemed satisfied when I left our apartment.
Michael: Good. Then you can enjoy your araw off tomorrow while he works with me.
Jerry: Good plan. After I clock in, what would you like me to start with?
Michael: There are two headlights in the yellow lincoln that have water in them. Kindly get those fixed, and then we'll work together on a Desoto.
Jerry: What's going on with that car?
Michael: We have to put some new chrome pieces on the side. Until then, I need to put a new filter into a Buick. May the best employee win.
Jerry: You're challenging me to a race?
Michael: *Chuckles* If you're ready.
Jerry: Go! *Runs to the office to clock in*
Michael: *Opens the hood of the Buick*
Vito was eating pretzels in his apartment as he watched The Dirty Dozen.
Vito: You killed Donald Sutherland? Son of a bitch! *Hears his doorbell* Be right there. *Walks to his door, and opens it to find 2 FBI agents* Yes?
FBI parang buriko 2: Vito Costanza?
Vito: Yes.
FBI parang buriko 2: I'm Clark Billington, and this is my partner Joel Norton. We're with the FBI, and we'd like to ask some questions.
Vito: In that case, come in.
FBI Ponies: *Walks into the apartment*
Vito: *Sits on his couch* Pretzel?
FBI parang buriko 1: We're not hungry. This is a pretty big city, and you're part of a pretty big family.
Vito: Are you referring to the crime family per chance?
FBI parang buriko 2: Yes.
Vito: I'm not with them anymore. I left 6 years nakaraan with my brother Jerry. We've been trying to live a madami honest life, but those bastards keep threatening to kill us unless we go back to them.
FBI parang buriko 1: Is that why you're buying so many guns?
Vito: *Shaking as he closes his eyes*....yes.
FBI parang buriko 2: Listen Vito, you're not in trouble. You have a right to protect yourself. Would you like to make things easier for you, and your brother, and sumali witness protection?
Vito: I have a job. I don't know if I should join. I don't want to leave him short hoofed.
FBI parang buriko 1: What's the place?
Vito: Michael's Auto shop. It's run sa pamamagitan ng a grey hedgehog with red, white, and blue stripes.
FBI parang buriko 2: We'll find replacements for you, and your brother.
Vito: You will?
FBI parang buriko 1: Yeah. We'll stop sa pamamagitan ng tomorrow, and help you and Jerry sumali us. Oh, and one madami favor. *Walks towards the door with his partner, and looks at Vito before leaving* Try not to shoot anymore cops. *Closes the door, and leaves*
Vito: *Laying on his couch, accidentally spilling the bowl of pretzels* Yes sir!
2 B Continued