so many different
I get the low down on The Poet from
this guy Kate has picked up. His name is Pablo, although he likes us to call
him Paul... maybe because he "works" for this famous old English photographer
who lives locally in a villa just south of town. The old guy is a friend of the
Poet, and is probably a big reason why he chose El Obo for his
Paul is from Puerto Rico, says
I played Rico, I say.
I know, man, says Paul. Missed the gig as I
have no money then. Cheaters big in South America, man.
That really the name
of your band? says Kate. Sounds like a motor cycle gang to me.
low riders like us, I say. Actually, it's The Cheetahs... but people like to
call us Cheaters. We're cool with that.
Suppose it has a certain cachet,
Understand you've actually met Cocteau, I say.
Paul. You know him, yes?
Well no, I say. He never speaks to me.
never met him either, says Kate. Always work through his publicist.
tell me all about him, says Paul. Tell me he's a genius.
Sure, I say. He
paints, he sculpts, he kills his wife....
Paul looks surprised... grins,
laughs. Looks like a young boy, a skinny sambista. Five years ago musta been
diving off the wharf, going after coins and plugs thrown in the water by the
I love her movie, he says. She
Paul knows what happened, says Kate.
I know what my boss tell
me, says Paul.
Cecil, says Kate. His boss is Cecil you-know-who.
you were telling me about, I say. Photographed Mick in Tangier.
Photographed The Stones, Grace Kelly, de Gaulle... everyone, says Kate.
Great with a Rolli.
No more, says Paul. He mostly blind now.
Paul smiles cryptically, looks
someplace only he can see.
What really happened with Monsieur
Cocteau's wife? says Kate. I've heard so many different stories.
movie, says Paul.
I don't believe that one, says Kate. Urban legend.
Kill her, put her body in a statue in his garden, says Paul.
Ridiculous, says Kate. That's from his movie, Blood of the Beast.
run away with El Pele, says Paul.
I might believe that one, says Kate. Who
wouldn't like a nice, warm flamenco singer?
What's the big deal, I say.
They split, end of story.
No, amigo, she drown, end of story, says
Cocteau went crazy with grief, says Kate. She was his muse.
over there someplace, says Paul.
In the Atlantic? I say. Off Obo?
man, says Paul. Out there.
Too weird, I say.
I'm thinking about the Poet
standing in the watchtower looking out to sea, like the real movie is happening
out there. Guess it is.
She with Kyprios in his yacht, says
Paul. You know him? The Greek guy with the big bucks.
No, I say. Not my
Why was she with him? says Kate.
I dunno, says Paul. Maybe she
Come on, Paulito, says Kate. Don't be so cute.
Kyprios is her lover, says Paul.
She got a name, I say.
That's who she is in Beast, silly, says Kate.
She Domino to me,
says Paul. She hot, hot.
Not anymore, I say.
It'll come to me, says
Kate. Her real name.
So how did she drown? I say. Was it an
There was a big, big storm, says Paul. Mister Cecil say she get
taken by a wave.
That's convenient, says Kate. No witnesses, of
We're in the open part of the lobby
with the vine and the canaries, which are cheeping away. Drinking
Frankensteins, a very nice ale from Dusseldorf which the hotel seems to have in
abundance. My tab, of course.
Kate leaves, as she's got to go
shoot some stills for the Assistant Director or something.
You like being in the movies? says
Something to do, I say. Actually, it's real boring, man.
Lotta standing around lookin' pretty is all.
Hey, I know.
I do some modelling.
Yeah. And Kate.
Yesterday we do some nudes. Not boring, man.
I chuckle. That Kate is one sly
Teach me some licks, man.
play guitar, Paul?
I want to. I got a flamenco.
Not my thing.
kid me, man. You're bossa... you can play anything. Better than
Sure... yeah... better than.
Do me favor.
Introduce me to Naomi.
Hey, you want all my women?
It's that sort of kidding talk men
What you think? She belong to the
Poet? says Paul.
I dunno, I say. You know more about him than I do.
is very like Domino. You kiss her yet?
Not in the script.
Tell me about
I don't see them. They're invisible.
Invisible heh heh.
Money for nothing, chicks for free... hey, you married?
You're worse than a
Sure... but better than a pimp, yes?
You kill me, manny.
How come you're in Obo?
The old man likes it... six months here, six months
Port of Spain.
Trinidad, man. I work in a hotel.
do you do for the old man... besides model.
Drive him around... things.
Yeah? Must be nice. Money fer nuthin, chicks fer
's o.k. Not forever.
How come Mister Cecil didn't pull a part for
you in his friend the Poet's movie?
I was in it. Got fired... they say I
Now I'm really laughing.
When Kate phone, say she can get
you, they fire me.
What? I replaced you?
I'm nobody, man. Just a
the eye of the unseen watcher