B. Monkey

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Billets Doux

You grow up in the suburbs

You picture a life for yourself, right?

A life of danger,

late nights in smokey jazz clubs,

beautiful women everywhere.

Django Reinhardt with the

Hot Club in Paris 1939.

You're listening to "Night Duty"

at St. Joseph's Hospital.

Only then, you do grow up

and you're not living that life.

You're poor

you teach in the school

during the day

and of course you like it,

though you can barely find

time to play the bloody trumpet

Ricky...Ricky.

while you hope against hope,

to reach those kids who remind you of you.

So you end up watching, not doing

waiting for something to really live for.

Now the closest I come to a

smokey jazz club

is the DJ booth at

this broken down hospital.

The only place in this town

my kind of records are welcome.

I work the night shift

alone and listen

to Django and Coltrane play the pain.

This next one's for all you

romantics out there.

Get well soon!

I'm Alan Furnace,

and you're listening to "Night Duty".

My name is B., B. Monkey,

they call me that because

I can get into anything.

These were Frank's rules,

we all worked for him.

The first thing you do is torch the car,

then you lose the gun.

After it was home to Paul's house.

We were a family,una famiglia.

Bruno and I did the jobs

and Paul looked after us, when he wasn't

selling drugs to rock stars

and putting the profits up his nose.

Now..

They Can't Take That Away From Me

Scotland Yard says it has as yet no

further leads on the series of robberies

which has taken place over the past few

months in leading West End jewelers.

They are still appealing

for any information

from the general public.

The number to call is:

0171 387

But the highs grew shorter.

And the emptiness took over.

I knew I had to grow up

I decided

it was my last time.

Love Anybody You Want

I needed to leave it all behind.

It was a long time

coming anyway.

Beneath the action we were all a bit

f***ing frayed around the edges.

I felt my past dissolving

and that felt good.

Bravo!

Bruno now you're 18 uh?

Well you were a bit long in

the tooth for my taste but

congratulations anyway.

- Come on, drink up

it's my round.

Can I have three

more beers please?

Three beers!

That'll be six pounds please.

Thank you....very much!

There you go!

I feel so bloody drunk already.

Cheers!

Cheers,

to Bruno!

So what were you celebrating last night?

The destruction of your last brain cell?

Oh f*** you, you hag!

Now you little sh*t

you can get the f*** out

of my house, right?

You bastard Paul you can't just kick

him out like that!

Oh?

Where is he supposed to go then?

Wherever he chooses Bea.

It's not as tragic as all that

change can be a glorious thing.

Besides I'm sick of you.

Stealing my silver and

f***ing vomiting on my piano.

Bruno!

I've really had enough of this!

Andy?

Yes mate?

The birthday party over there,

do they come in here a lot?

Till I find a way to bar them, yeah

Bar them? Why?

Because they're criminals Alan.

Bruno!

Will you get your f***ing

feet off of my car!

This is exactly why we have

to live without him.

Sh*t!

So he doesn't know whether he wants

to kill me or kiss me do you lover?

F*** you Paul!

Just remember one thing, I took you

off the street you f***ing gutter...

You f***ing wally!

What's that?

What more rubbish? They don't seem

to teach you nothing at this place.

Come On! I thought I told

you to wait outside.

Bad day?

Oh it's Ricky Sturge again.

Oh no.

I asked him to sharpen the

pencils, they all want

to sharpen the pencils.

It's a great honor.

Ricky Sturge just glowers.

I can't get through to him.

Well give him a chocolate bar!

What do you want?

It's alright,

I only wanted to talk to you.

Just stay where you are!

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to frighten you.

You don't frighten me,

so you can f*** off now right?

Have I seen you before?

Yes at the pub.

You took my breath away.

My name's Alan.

What the f*** are

you up to Alan?

I thought we could meet

for a drink sometime.

You're mad!

Probably.

Okay, so let's go.

Where?

"Pacific Bar"?

Look ah, I can't now. I work

nights at St. Josephs Hospital as a DJ.

How about tomorrow night? Eight o'clock

tomorrow night?

Tomorrow's a long way off Alan.

I might have forgotten you by then.

Eight o'clock tomorrow, I'll be there.

I'm going now. Don't follow me... right?

Was he pretty?

No he's funny looking.

He thinks I'm extraordinary.

Well you are Benny, you are.

Trash

So?

So I'm not gonna do it.

Why not?

Because I don't want to.

Yes you f***ing do.

Look I f***ing don't, alright?

Anyway I've got a job now, a straight one

I don't owe them anything.

Have you found

somewhere to stay?

That Jeremy bloke.

Runs a club on the Fulham Road.

Can't get to sleep without

something to suck.

Bruno!

I'll do it, until

I lose my temper.

Poor f***er won't

know what hit him.

I love you Bruno,

just you f***ing remember that.

You look so lovely.

Frank asks if you could come over

for a second.

No.

He wants to introduce

you to some people.

Sorry I have to go.

I'd keep him sweet if I was you.

He's a bit pissed off with Paul.

Ah here she is gentlemen.

My little Monkey.

Sit down sweetheart.

I'm sorry Frank I can't stay

I'm meeting someone.

Keep him waiting.

I've got a little proposition

to put to you.

Why me?

Because you're the best.

Well I'm sorry Frank

I'm not available

I'm working now.

Oh come on, Monkey,you

owe me one. Sit down.

My name is Beatrice and I'm not available.

I've retired.

What are you gonna tell your

poor Mama mia in old Italia?

What's she gonna do for money?

I'm sorry I have to go.

Goodbye, Frank.

Hello?

Paul? It's me.

I've just seen Frank.

I thought you were all finished

with Frank now.

We talked about it darling

You decided yourself.

He wants his half of the deal.

He's serious Paul.

Listen I don't have it darling.

I mean he can do

whatever he likes to me.

But it's not going to magically appear

all by itself is it?

Paul he'll kill you.

You might not give a f*** about yourself

but I do OK?

Give him his money come on.

Do you really care about me Bea?

Of course I do.

Aw!

That's all that really matters isn't it?

Have you seen a guy in here earlier

waiting alone?

Ah yeah the sad sack with the

bunch of flowers. He's gone.

The creation of the Quintet was an

accident like so many things are with jazz.

The eh ..Stephane was visiting Django in

his dressing room, the Claridge.

As Django was warming up

to go on stage.

Stephane casually decided

to improvise chords with him

and thus was

born the Quintet.

Hear them now as they cover a

Hudson-Mills-DeLange tune.

Souvenirs

Stephane Grappelli with

the Hot Club in Paris.

An unlikely couple. A violinist

and a three fingered guitarist.

Some say love is like a violin.

Sadly I learned the trumpet and

I've only been to Paris on a school trip

But if I could play like that

I know who I'd be playing for.

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