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This is a flashback, just so you know. Jake is visiting his father in jail.
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| Oh, father! You are my hero. I know you didn't kill those men. | |
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| Yes, as I told the police, judge, and grand jury; those three hundred and fifty two people were dead when I got there! | |
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| O dear father, tell me now; where is my mother? | |
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| Oh, son, I can't tell you that. I'm not even supposed to be married! | |
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| Yeah, that whole catholic priest thing never really worked out for you. | |
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| I head dat. Not enough killing, if you ask me. | |
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