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The film was an old one. Matthew McConaughey, Samuel L. Jackson, a sweltering Southern courtroom. His father, a man who cried only twice in his life—when his mother left and when Brazil lost the ’98 final—had shown him the VHS copy when Lucas was twelve. "This," his father had said, tapping the plastic case, "is about justice when the law hides in the shadows." He was Lucas_Speed
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