B. Monkey

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..

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.

I needed to leave it all behind.

It was a long time coming anyway.

Beneath the action we were all a bit fucking 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 fuck you, you hag!

Now you little shit

you can get the fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking feet off of my car!

This is exactly why we have to live without him.

Shit!

So he doesn't know whether he wants to kill me or kiss me do you lover?

Fuck you Paul!

Just remember one thing, I took you off the street you fucking gutter...

You fucking 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 fuck off now right?

Have I seen you before?

Yes at the pub.

You took my breath away.

My name's Alan.

What the fuck 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.

So?

So I'm not gonna do it.

Why not?

Because I don't want to.

Yes you fucking do.

Look I fucking 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 fucker won't know what hit him.

I love you Bruno, just you fucking 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 fuck 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.

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.

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.

Beautiful!

Beatrice.

What? My Name. Beatrice.

The way the English say it, it sounds like a fucking vegetable.