[Castor has just rescued Jamie from an attempted rape]
Castor Troy: Dress up like Halloween, and ghouls will try and get in your pants.
Jamie Archer: Typical, Dad. Some guy tries to rape me and I'm to blame? [Castor hands Jamie a cigarette. She accepts and lights one]
Castor Troy: [sits down in a chair] This isn't you. You haven't been the same since Mike died. Hiding behind someone else's face. Hoping you wouldn't feel the pain. While we're talking, do you have protection?
Jamie Archer: Protection? You mean like a condom? [Castor pulls a butterfly knife from his pants pocket]
Castor Troy: Protection. Next time, let Karl take his pants down, slip this in his thigh, twist it, so the wound won't close. Go on. Get out of here. [Jamie leaves; Castor reclines in his chair] I am the king.
Castor Troy: Dress up like Halloween, and ghouls will try and get in your pants.
Jamie Archer: Typical, Dad. Some guy tries to rape me and I'm to blame? [Castor hands Jamie a cigarette. She accepts and lights one]
Castor Troy: [sits down in a chair] This isn't you. You haven't been the same since Mike died. Hiding behind someone else's face. Hoping you wouldn't feel the pain. While we're talking, do you have protection?
Jamie Archer: Protection? You mean like a condom? [Castor pulls a butterfly knife from his pants pocket]
Castor Troy: Protection. Next time, let Karl take his pants down, slip this in his thigh, twist it, so the wound won't close. Go on. Get out of here. [Jamie leaves; Castor reclines in his chair] I am the king.
[Castor has just rescued Jamie from an attempted rape]
Castor Troy: Dress up like Halloween, and ghouls will try and get in your pants.
Jamie Archer : Typical, Dad. Some guy tries to rape me and I'm to blame? [Castor hands Jamie a cigarette. She accepts and lights one]
Castor Troy: [sits down in a chair] This isn't you. You haven't been the same since Mike died. Hiding behind someone else's face. Hoping you wouldn't feel the pain. While we're talking, do you have protection?
Jamie Archer: Protection? You mean like a condom? [Castor pulls a butterfly knife from his pants pocket]
Castor Troy: Protection. Next time, let Karl take his pants down, slip this in his thigh, twist it, so the wound won't close. Go on. Get out of here. [Jamie leaves; Castor reclines in his chair] I am the king .
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