Plot
After leaving jail, Jack Kelson wants to live a normal life. He rents a small flat, moves in with his son Nick and tries to get a steady job. But then a former friend steps into his life again.
Keywords: accidental-shooting, bare-breasts, beer, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, burglary, cannabis-use, cigarette-smoking, cross-dresser, dead-boy, death-of-father
Jack's only hope was a dream... Nick's only hope was Jack.
Jack Kelson is going straight. And his son's breaking the law to help him.
Jack Kelson: Keep my name outta your mouth.
Nick Kelson: My crib's upstairs.::Molly: You sleep in a crib?
Jack Kelson: Where are you goin'?, Hey, I'm talkin' to you!::Nick Kelson: You're a fuck up and you're gonna fuck me up too!
Charlotte: I just want you to know I used to be a virgin.
Jack Kelson: What ya got there Nick?::Nick Kelson: Nothin'.::[Finds a pair of women's pumps in Nick's suitcase]::Nick Kelson: Gimme those, they're mine.::Jack Kelson: What the hell? You a fruiter?::Nick Kelson: No, They're not mine, They're for somebody else.::Jack Kelson: Where'd you get the money for these? You steal em?::Nick Kelson: No, I didn't...::Jack Kelson: Yeah you did too, for her right? Huh?::[Marijuana drops out of the shoes]::Jack Kelson: You can put me back in the joint for this.::Nick Kelson: I'll get rid of them.::Jack Kelson: No, I'LL rid of them.
Jack Kelson: Evicted... huh... well... that's it... flat broke... 3 days we'll be hugging the pavement... eh it's all fucked.::Nick Kelson: We can't give up Jack, We'll get there.::Jack Kelson: Yeah, after 8,000 more fuckin' windows.::Nick Kelson: What are ya talkin' about?::Jack Kelson: My job, boy. Wahin' windows::Nick Kelson: Washing windows? You said you had a job in construction, you're a building supervisor.::Jack Kelson: So I lied! Ain't the first time.::Nick Kelson: All you've been doing to me is lying to me since the day you left me there back at the bus station.::Jack Kelson: Put your mouth in park, leave and get in your room.::Nick Kelson: I don't have a room!::Jack Kelson: WELL, THEN GET OUT!::Jack Kelson: Your cramping my style.::Jack Kelson: Where you goin'?::Jack Kelson: I'm talkin' to you!::Nick Kelson: You're a fuck up and you're gonna fuck me up too!::Jack Kelson: [Jack punches at Nick but misses]::Nick Kelson: [Nick lunges at Jack]::Nick Kelson: [Nick tries to save the picture of his mother, but Jack throws the picture and it breaks]::Jack Kelson: Don't bother with that! It only looks like your mother. See what she was... a whore. A $5.00 street whore.::Nick Kelson: [Nick takes Jack's ukelele and smashes it against the bed]::Nick Kelson: [Nick then leaves and Jack starts crying]
Normandy (French: Normandie, pronounced [nɔʁ.mɑ̃.di], Norman: Nourmaundie, from Old French Normanz, plural of Normand, originally from the word for "northman" in several Scandinavian languages) is a geographical region corresponding to the former Duchy of Normandy. The continental territory covers 30,627 km² and forms the preponderant part of Normandy and roughly 5% of the territory of France. It is divided for administrative purposes into two regions: Lower Normandy and Upper Normandy. The Channel Islands (referred to as Îles Anglo-Normandes in French) are historically part of Normandy, cover 194 km² and comprise two bailiwicks: Guernsey and Jersey, which are British Crown Dependencies.
Upper Normandy (Haute-Normandie) consists of the French departments of Seine-Maritime and Eure, and Lower Normandy (Basse-Normandie) of the departments of Orne, Calvados, and Manche. The former province of Normandy comprised present-day Upper and Lower Normandy, as well as small areas now part of the départements of Eure-et-Loir, Mayenne, and Sarthe. The name of Normandy is derived from the settlement of the territory by Vikings ("Northmen") from the 9th century, and confirmed by treaty in the 10th century. For a century and a half following the Norman Conquest of England in 1066, Normandy and England were linked by Norman and Frankish rulers.
We drove through misty canyons
Our destination seemed resolved
But through high beams, tragedy called
It seemed a normal evening
We rode in silent walls between
Our wills like guillotines
I sped on mountain roads as
Your words came piercing through my chest
I'm your usual suspect
I turned my head in defense
That's when I heard you crash
And siren screams like rival factions
Two stories are told
We never knew at any moment
We just might implode
They're watching you crashing into
Crashing into me
And wishing they had what we see
Had what we see, had what we believe
We were magnetic fields
When we came together long ago
You glowed like burning halos
We spent a lifetime on the
Beaches of Normandy in vain
What for I can't explain
I looked to you from the darkened highway
Facing you in tears
And in that moment, metal twisted
And you disappeared
They're watching you crashing into
Crashing into me
And wishing they had what we see
Had what we see, had what we feel
They're watching you crashing into
Crashing into me
And wishing they had what we see
Had what we see, had what we believe
A fatal evening's drive is what
They always will assume
But I know better as I collide
Face first with you
They're watching you crashing into
Crashing into me
And wishing they had what we see
Had what we see, had what we feel
They're watching you crashing into
Crashing into me
And wishing they had what we see
Minstrel & Jester:
Normandy
Is fine and fair,
So Normandy is where we’ll go
Minstrel:
I can show you a beach where the peach blossom blows
And I know how to reach, a man who knows, a man who knows
A cozy Inn,
Jester:
A friendly place
Minsrel & Jester
With rows of windows facing the sea!
This time of year
The air I hear is rare and clear and warm, in Normandy!
Minstrel:
I know a meadow covered with mustard flowers,
Golden as the sun,
Where wondrous things can happen
When an April day is done.
There’s a moment after the sunset
When the sky is suddenly green
And the world stands hused and waiting
For the first white stars to convene.
When you see that em’rald sky
You’ll know the reason why
There’s not another place I’d rather be.
Jester:
Keep you Eldorado!
Minstrel & Jester:
And to Hell with Burgundy!
Come Fly with me!
Jester:
Come try those wings,
Minstrel & Jester:
Come swift for we have things to do!
Larken:
Is there truly a beach where the peach blossom blows?
Are you sure you can reach, That man who knows, that man who knows
That cozy Inn…
Minstrel:
There’s Jessamine and…
Larken:
…That friendly place…
Jester:
White Lilac Lace and
Minstrel & Jester:
…Rows of windows facing the sea!
All three:
This time of year the air, I hear, is rare and clear…
Larken:
…And warm.
Minstrel & Jester:
Don’t be afraid…
Larken:
It’s warm…
Minstrel & Jester:
Heaven was made…
All three:
…In Normandy!