B. Monkey Page #2

And I know what I'd be playing.

This one is dedicated to a girl

I saw in the pub.

And it goes out to all of you

who met the love of your life sometime

somewhere, once in a street.

Billets Doux

Beautiful!

Beatrice.

What?

My Name. Beatrice.

The way the English say it, it

sounds like a f***ing vegetable.

In Italian it's Beatrice...

Bea...Beatrice?

Beatrice!

Beatrice

Beatrice

Beatrice!

So where are we going?

You're taking me home Alan.

I never thought I'd go out with

a teacher.

I never though that I'd

go out with....

Who?

With you.

Listen if you knew about me

you'd throw yourself out of the taxi.

Yeah? Try me.

No tell me some stuff about you.

I teach Primary 3.

My family's very disappointed.

They hoped I'd do better.

Yeah? Like what? Primary 4?

You want to come up?

Because you can't.

OK?

Yeah.

Tomorrow you can take me to dinner.

Be here at eight!

Life Goes On And On

What's that?

A tattoo.

Wow! That's a monkey.

That used to be my name.

B. Monkey.

Once upon a time you could read "B. Monkey"

on every tube station.

Except the Northern

beyond Kennigton.

Why not?

Cos the f***ing train never came.

Anyway I'm not B. Monkey anymore.

I'm Beatrice.

You got a lot of names.

B. Monkey. Beatrice.

She's gone too.

I left her in Italy a long time ago.

So who was B. Monkey?

I don't think you

would like her much.

Really? Why?

Because she did very stupid things.

What like graffiti or

shoplifting?

We've all done stupid things.

No like armed robbery.

You're trying to wind me up right?

No.

You're not?

Yes.

You like lamps?

They're not mine, they're Paul's.

Who's Paul?

He lets me live here.

He's in Rotterdam.

Is he a musician?

No he says you have to have a piano

for the photographs.

He says if you don't have a piano

you're f***ed!

He knows a lot of people huh?

Yes that's what you're

supposed to think.

He's a star-f***er.

He gets them what they want.

What can I say?

He's your lover?

No.

It's not like that.

You are.

What are you waiting for?

Come on!

Like Miles said no matter how bad you

want to play it's the music that lets you.

It was as if we were hearing the same tune,

but different tempos.

Beatrice, I...

Ssh... don't talk.

What?

Take me to Paris to the Hot Club,

and dance with me.

I don't think it's there anymore.

I'm sorry.

Beatrice?

Morning lover,

Sorry.

Coffee?

No thanks.

I'm late for work.

Wasn't it pretty all those boats

bobbing around like little bath toys?

I'm a friend of Beatrice's.

Oh I was trying to remember your name,

I thought we had met

on the ferry from Rotterdam

Alan, Alan Furnace.

Paul, Paul Neville.

Are you f***ing her?

Well she likes to be alone

in the morning anyway.

Right.

I'm late for work.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Angie? Can I leave

early on Friday?

Why?

Because I'm going to Paris.

With my boyfriend.

It will rain.

I want to look at you.

You look different.

Ah well if it's my face

you're referring to...

this does actually look like me.

Underneath there's a...

A Prince?

No.

Just a good looking frog.

I'm bored with Princes.

I don't want you to change when I kiss you.

I want you to stay just the same.

That's remarkably discerning of you.

I think you have a very nice face.

Thank you.

But that jacket will have to go.

Where are we?

Look it must be down there.

Here! Here!

After you.

We're f***ed!

OK.

Thank you.

Ready?

Come on!

What just like that?

What? What do you want to do Alan?

Six laps of the Louvre?

Look it's not you.

I'm the only one here.

I'm sorry.

Have an oyster.

You know what they say.

Bit of a desperate solution

Don't you think?

Have one!

You're a funny lover Alan.

But you'd make a brilliant big sister.

I'll tell you a story

How about that?

Once upon a time

there was a girl called Beatrice.

Who came from a faraway land.

She was banished from her home

by her wicked stepfather.

She was always sure to

send a few coins that she

earned back to her mother

to keep her safe and well.

How do you know?

And in return

her Mother would send her lullabies.

To help her sleep.

Is it morning?

No it's Sunday afternoon.

You've been sick for two days.

I'm hungry.

Yeah?

So this is it?

Yeah this is it.

This is where Django

played with the Hot Club,

in the 30s and 40s. All through the war

it never closed.

Then what happened?

Elvis, I suppose.

You know what I have an idea!

Two Hearts Entwine

What does that mean?

I'm happy.

Give me your hand.

It's a miracle.

Glory Box

Is it still there?

God it's going down!

No it's not!

Morning.

Oh sorry miles away.

Have you seen this?

It's me and my Mother.

I was nine.

You look very uh...

Blurry.

Mmm blurry!

I've never seen any pictures of me at

that age.

Why?

My parents took so

many of my brother,

they lost interest by the time

they got to me.

What happened to your stepfather?

My stepfather?

There's no pictures of him.

Well...

My stepfather used to hurt my Mother

so he got what he deserved.

Then I moved to London and ended up

with people just like him.

Paul and Bruno?

No Paul and Bruno were good to me,

they were protecting me.

Paul!!

Paul, let me in!

Paul, you f***!

Open up!

Open up!

Paul!

Alan wait!

Bea I've got to go to work.

Gotta go.

Close your eyes.

OK!

Oh Bea it's fantastic!

Who's it for?

Come on, try it on..

Darling you shouldn't have...

Ah It's great!

Do you like it?

I love it! Is it me?

Yeah well, it's an improvement anyway.

I hope there's nothing in here!

Hey!

I've had that jacket

for years you know?

Well get ready for changes.

Hi Bruno.

Alan, this is Bruno. Bruno, Alan.

Hi Bruno nice to meet you.

And you Alan. Are you going out?

Yeah.

OK.

Call me if you need me OK?

Bye.

What are you doing, Bea?

What do you mean?

I mean,

what are you doing with this guy?

Want some?

No.

Frank and everybody keeps asking about you.

Wondering when you're going to reappear.

I'm not.

She's not!

She's too

busy playing house.

And what are you doing?

Letting Frank hold your hand.

Showing you the ropes.

He's just a guy in a suit,

he doesn't give a f*** about you,

you know that?

Nobody's ever given a f*** about

me except you Bea.

Not Paul.

Not anybody.

Does he love you?

I think so yeah.

Would he die for you?

Cos I'd die for you you know that Bea.

I know.

Imagination

To be completely honest,

there are some things about her that I,

I don't understand.

What does it mean the closer you get

to a person,

the less you seem to know about them.

She lives her life when I'm not there.

And..

well that scares me.

Hey..

Why is he still here Bea?

Because he asked if he could stay

and I said yes.

Who is he?

He's a friend.

Like a brother... more!

Is he in trouble?

No he's just scared.

I'm scared Alan.

Of what Bea?

You don't have a f***ing clue.

You think love is all that drippy stuff

in all your old songs, all moonlight and

laughter and candles in bottles.

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