Song (Start at 1:05): link

Vito starts this part por narrating again.

Narrator: Our new ano was off to a very good start. Nopony started to bother us, but that all changed on February 7th, 1982 when Jerry and I got a letter from Oregon State Police. The police arrested our cousin Harlan for armed robbery, and he was required to live with us since we were family members. At that moment, we knew we were fucked.

Song (Start at 1:10): link

Harlan: *Walks into the house*
Vito: *Nods to the two police ponies*
Police pónei, pônei 53: Good luck. *Walks off with his partner*
Vito: Close the door Harlan.
Harlan: *Closes the door*

The song fades away as the conversation continues.

Vito: What happened with those trator trailers you were driving?
Harlan: I got laid off.
Vito: Why?
Harlan: Fewer trucks. Most of our work was being taken away por the railroads.
Vito: I don't want any trouble from you Harlan. Jerry and I have been doing well since we left the family organization, and we're hoping that it stays that way.
Harlan: What are you doing now?
Vito: We work at a winery.
Harlan: You think I can cadastrar-se you?
Vito: They're not hiring anyone, but I'll try and put in a good word for you. Until then, we'll help you find another job.

Jerry arrived, followed por Kayla.

Jerry: Hello Harlan.
Harlan: Hi Jerry.
Kayla: Another family member?
Vito: Harlan is our cousin.
Jerry: I was actually thinking about you Harlan. Vito and I were planning on going to Los Angeles for vacation.
Harlan: Doesn't our family operate down there?
Vito: They used to, but they got pushed out por MS-13, the same gang of Mexicans that are fighting them in San Franciscolt.
Jerry: They've been out of LA for three years. The five of us are going to have fun.

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