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 zaidi 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...
Tim: You're splitting us up? Captain Jefferson: Just until Saturday. Someone's gotta teach the new guys what to do.
Pony: *Driving a sports car* Turn on the nitrous. Pony 2: *Turns on the nitrous* Pony: *Going faster*
Captain Jefferson: These two guys are wanted kwa the State Troopers, both in this state, and in Pennsylvania. Tim: *Driving after the bad guys* Captain Jefferson: We gotta be on our game. Tim: *Hits another car, and goes on two wheels*