Monkey Shines Page #3

Neither do I. It's out of here, OK?

The beard is history. That a deal? What?

I know. I love you too.

No. This is one thing

you don't know how to do.

- She just wants to play.

- You spoil her, Allan.

I want to spoil her. She's really...

- made my life...

- I know.

No. I don't think you do know, Melanie.

- I don't think you can know.

- Hold still.

She does so much for me. She seems

to want to do things just for me.

Look.

Completely different guy.

You're not gonna stop

coming around now, are you?

I mean, now that Ella's

finished her basic training.

I hate to see you disappear.

I won't disappear. I'll be around.

God, I'm sorry. I must have cut you.

- It's nothing.

- Hey! Get away from there.

Don't worry.

- Allan, hi!

- How are you guys doing?

Great.

- Who's your friend?

- This is Ella. That's my girl.

Ella's your girl?

June 12, 1984 - the Supreme Court

reversed the sixth circuit court of appeal

in a case involving the City of Memphis.

What was the ruling?

Check it out.

Well, Mr Mann,

does your friend know the answer?

Or do you?

The ruling held that courts could

not upset valid seniority systems

to protect the rights of minority workers.

Got one? Reel it in!

- Sh*t. My fault.

- No. It just wasn't meant to be.

At least we got one on the line.

It's not the right time of year.

We'll come back when they're running.

- Promise?

- Yeah, I promise.

- That was easy.

- It was, wasn't it?

- You getting cold?

- A little.

Let's pack it in.

- It's pretty fancy.

- Yeah. Each card dials a number.

Ella does it for me. She already

knows which cards are which.

- You're shitting me?

- The ones I use most often.

Telephone, Ella.

Come on, Ella. Telephone.

Telephone Geoffrey.

Geoffrey, Ella.

- Christ. You don't think?

- I do think.

She knows you're here

so it makes no sense to call you.

- No, no. There's no way, man.

- Go outside a minute.

- There's no way...

- Don't tell me you're not curious. Go on.

OK, Ella. He's gone. Telephone Geoffrey.

Come on. Telephone Geoffrey.

Come on back in! She did it.

She's unbelievable.

She's like a miniature person.

Hi, this is Geoffrey. I can't come

to the phone, but leave a message.

After all that,

she gets an answering machine.

Hello?

Who's that? Is that you, Burbage?

What the hell are you doing in my lab?

- What's all that about?

- It's nothing.

What's the matter?

Same old sh*t.

Boss messing with my work. I hate it.

- Do you mind if I help myself to a beer?

- No. Go ahead.

Ella, you wanna go grab a beer with me?

Come on.

Burbage is a schmuck, eh?

You really are getting smart, aren't you?

You must like it here. Maybe this brew

of mine is finally doing its stuff.

- What happened?

- Nothing. She cut her hand. She's fine.

Ella, come on. Sshh... Ella.

What's going on in there?

No.

Geoffrey! What are you doing to her?

- Ella...

- Geoffrey!

- Geoffrey!

- Ella, come on.

- How did you get into my laboratory?

- Your laboratory?

With those triple locks?

I know paranoia runs high

around the wing, but...

- Christ.

- One conditions -

by the carrot or by the stick.

I prefer the stick. It's closer

to what we encounter in real life.

Fear of drowning, for example,

concentrates the rodent mind wonderfully.

- You really are a sadist.

- No. A realist. Please don't smoke in here.

Let's cut the bullshit.

I just stopped by to tell you...

I was taking inventory and I discovered

that one of your monkeys died

several weeks back.

Not the one you've been injecting?

It was one of the others. Ten weeks

back and I still don't have a replacement.

And you're not going to get one until you

file a written report on your experiments.

You really kill me.

You continually ridicule my work,

but you're just dying to find out

if I'm on to something.

I should have gotten that monkey -

the one that died.

For autopsy, I know. I sent it down.

It never got here. How did you send it?

A student.

I don't have time for this bullshit.

You go slice up somebody's testicles.

You can throw away the keys to my

laboratory - I've had the locks changed.

All three of them.

Jesus!

Will you take it easy with that thing?

If you're gonna do a job, do it right.

I'm sick and tired of your insults.

I don't know what's gotten into you.

- I work my butt off around here.

- Bullshit! This place is a pigsty!

You don't change Ella's cage

or fill her food dishes.

This is our house. You have been hired

to perform certain functions.

When you don't perform them,

we get pissed off.

And just who is this "we"?

- Me and Ella.

- That's what I thought you meant.

It's unnatural - you and that monkey.

She is just a dirty,

filthy, sneaky, little beast.

You don't like the way this place looks?

She's the one that leaves it a mess.

Maryanne. Maryanne, come back here!

Maryanne!

- Maryanne!

- (agitated chattering)

Maryanne!

Maryanne! Maryanne!

Maryanne!

Maryanne! Maryanne!

God give me strength.

Get rid of that bird, Maryanne.

Get rid of that bird, or so help me, I'll...

You'll what?

Bogie?

d 12 bottles of beer on the wall

d If one of those bottles

should happen to fall

d 11 bottles of beer on the wall

d 11 bottles of beer on the wall

Science is measurement.

Precise measurement.

And measurement means... repetition.

All right. Let's see if this will make

you guys as smart as your sister.

Um... Eleven.

Allan! Darling! Nobody answered.

I thought something was wrong.

Mother, I... I wasn't expecting...

I know. I know. I should have phoned.

But I knew that you would

just tell me not to come and...

What's the difference?

I'm here. We're together.

- I'll do that, if you want.

- Not a chance. It's my pleasure.

I'll make Grandmother's potatoes.

Would you like that?

- He's selfish and ungrateful.

- Please try and find Ella. I'm worried.

I left the door open when I came in.

I hope she didn't get out.

- She's just hiding. Probably in the attic.

- Cos you're after her all the time.

You killed my Bogie!

Maryanne, you're confused.

Not with his hands.

He had his little demon do it for him.

- Ella was in her cage.

- I don't know how you did it, but you did!

The two of you together.

And now my little Bogie is gone!

Maybe it was old age, huh?

Maybe it was a rat that got it.

Maybe you crushed it when you jammed

your foot in the slipper. Who gives a sh*t?

It deserved to die.

It f***ing deserved to die.

Allan?

Oh.

This is embarrassing.

I'd rather Maryanne do this.

What's the matter?

I've never seen you naked? Come on.

Anyway, you're stuck with me.

- Maryanne's leaving.

- Maryanne's leaving?

- Uh-huh.

- You mean while you're here?

No, she's quitting. She called me last

week and said she was looking for work.

Last week?

- B*tch.

- Allan, it's all right.

Actually, her timing couldn't be better.

Her decision helped me

reach a decision of my own -

one that I've been procrastinating about...

What is it?

Well... I hope you approve.

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