January 2, 1983

Vito: *Looking at a long piece of paper*
Jerry: *Walks into the house* What's that?
Vito: Bills. Everything we're doing to save money isn't working.
Jerry: I knew it would be tougher to make money this way, but I thought it would be easier.
Vito: I'm gonna talk to Harlan. He doesn't have a car. Maybe he's been lying about going to work.
Harlan: *Walks into the house* Hello cousins.
Vito: Hi Harlan. What job did you say you had?
Harlan: I'm working at the pharmacy down the street.
Vito: The Rite-Aid?
Harlan: That's the one.
Vito: How're they treating you over there?
Harlan: Good.
Vito: I'm going for a walk. *Leaves the house*
Harlan: *Sweating as he walks to the kitchen, and grabs an apple*
Jerry: You look nervous.
Harlan: I've been thinking about the family coming back from San Franciscolt. If they find me, they'll be very upset. I did something I shouldn't have a while back.
Jerry: Tell me about it.
Harlan: I raped my father's girlfriend.
Jerry: What?!
Harlan: She was only several years older than me at the time.
Jerry: At the time? Did she pass away?
Harlan: Sadly, she died.

At Rite-Aid, Vito looked for the manager.

Vito: *Walks towards a desk* Hi. Do you have a Harlan Costanza working here?
Manager: No.
Vito: Do you have anyone named Harlan working here?
Manager: No.
Vito: Thank you for your time. *Walks away*
Employee: What was that all about?
Manager: *Shrugs*

Vito was very angry when he walked back into the house.

Vito: Harlan!
Harlan: *Scared* What?
Vito: You lying shitbag! You don't have a job.
Harlan: I don't need one. Everyone else is making money perfectly for us.
Jerry: No we're not.
Vito: If you had a job this entire time, we'd be making money. Thanks to you, we're almost broke!
Harlan: Well shouting at me is not helping. I'm also going to get a job, but I'm not working at a store. That's bullshit.
Vito: If me and Jerry can do it, then so can you!
Jerry: Don't forget Kayla.
Vito: Right. If the three of us can do it, then so can you.

Back in San Franciscolt, the boss was listening to Mr. Costanza on the telephone.

Mr. Costanza: Try and find their marefriends. If you do that, you'll have an easier time persuading Jerry and Vito to return.
Boss: My stallions are this close to giving up. We've been looking for two years, and we still can't find them.
Mr. Costanza: Let me help you make it easier. What towns haven't you searched?
Boss: *Thinking* We haven't searched Napa, and it is quite close to San Franciscolt.
Mr. Costanza: Hopefully, that's where they are. Good luck.

2 B Continued