Hell Drivers

- Hey

- Yes?

Er, I'm looking for a job.

Who do I see?

Oh, you're out of luck, chum.

- Who's one, mate?

- It's on now.

I heard you needed drivers. For ballast.

You a ballast driver?

I'm any kind of a driver.

What difference does it make?

That block, first door. Ask for Cartley.

Thanks a lot.

Must be hungry.

Thanks, Terry. Bung it down anywhere.

Lovely work, Jackie-Boy. Lucy loves you.

Oh, you're not Terry.

Sorry.

See you later, Jackie. I thought you were the boy

who was mending my typewriter.

I'm looking for Mr...

Cartley?

Is he expecting you?

I'm looking for a job.

You'll be lucky.

My name's Yately,

Joe Yately.

I met a character called Legoubin.

Oh, you know Leggy?

How is he?

They put a silver plate in his skull.

So I thought there might be a job going.

Why? To get a silver plate put in your skull?

Leggy said there was good money up here.

Well...

I'll see what I can do for you.

Yes?

I heard you needed ballast drivers.

You met Legoubin, is that right?

Yeah

Did he tell you how much

he cost us in compensation?

He couldn't handle the loads,

not at the speeds we want.

How long have you been driving?

12 years.

- Many accidents?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Now look, I'll prove it.

Licence.

Hm, no endorsements, no

convictions for speeding. Why not?

I guess I was never caught.

Name and address of your last employer.

I've been out of the country.

Where?

Around.

I want fast drivers.

50mph touch right round the clock.

- What kind of roads?

- Bad roads. Wet or fine.

- What about the speed limit?

- That's up to you.

If you're caught, you pay your own fine.

So if you don't think you can handle

ten tons at that speed, just say so.

What's the money?

We work a bonus system here.

You get seven shillings a load,

plus four shillings an hour.

Over what distances?

Ten miles each way.

12 loads a day minimum.

Anything under, you're fired.

It's a pretty rough pace, isn't it?

We've got one man that does 18 runs a day.

What about breakdowns?

You maintain your own lorry at night.

If you have a breakdown, it's your fault.

And er...

we like you to keep your vehicle clean. There's

a bonus each week for the best-looking truck.

If you've got one left.

You don't like the idea?

I like the money.

An itchy palm doesn't make a good driver.

It needs guts, confidence.

You don't inspire me.

You're looking for a sucker,

aren't you, Mr Cartley?

- Lucy?

- Yes Mr Cartley?

Phone the shop. Tell Ed to bring

the spare truck. Usual test run.

- Yes Mr Cartley

- Right

you'd better not be wasting

my time, that's all.

Cartley:
Ed, the usual.

Once over the run.

Roger.

Here, you'll want these.

Have you driven one of this kind before?

I said, have you ever driven

one of these before?

Yeah... l've been out of circulation

for a little while.

Hop in, then.

What have you been driving?

Oh, this and that.

Oh.

Well, take a tip.

These trucks are light on the trigger.

You don't have to fight 'em the way you're doing.

Loosen up a bit.

Yeah.

Now you've a corner.

Now don't check.

It'll run into it.

Joe:
we're going too fast.

Ed:
no we're not we're going dandy.

Step on it! Boost her round.

Well, let her swing, let her go.

There, see?

The brakes don't work. Didn't you see?

They failed on me.

Well, we stopped, didn't we?

Yeah, maybe they need pulling up a bit.

Come on, back up. I'll guide you.

Back.

Straight on.

Left a bit.

Now, straighten up.

Full left.

Look at your face.

Oh, them cows.

Yeah, I forgot about the brakes.

Whoa

Now, you see, we get

the stuff from that pit there.

You bring it round on this belt

up to the ballast hoppers.

This is the three-eighths half-inch hopper.

This is the quarter-inch gravel.

It's the gravel we use.

- You know how to work it?

- No.

Now, get up there and level it off.

The cops like it that way.

Blimey, they've let you out

today, have they, Ed?

Ed:
aye, doctor's orders

That'll keep your tail down. Come on.

OK.

From now on, it's the run.

I'm timing you.

Give her the gun.

Doesn't come round so friendly

now she's loaded, does she?

You've got to keep that needle north of 30.

Every mile you get above that

you can reckon on another sixpence an hour.

Drop below it and you're out of a job.

Savvy?

Yeah.

Don't ease up.

- Suppose we meet something?

- Supposing we don't?

Look on the bright side.

Now, keep straight on.

Let the road look after itself.

Good for you.

Whew.

Red chasing Johnny.

You didn't have to stop.

Come on, get moving.

We're losing time.

We've got a long way to go yet.

What's the matter?

Who says anything's the matter?

Oh, you're improving.

Here we are

You've made it. Wasn't bad, was it?

All right.

OK, tip up.

Nudge her forward a bit.

How did I do?

So-so.

Didn't get it, eh?

Come on, come on.

Whoah!

What happens now?

Home.

- Oh, well, you drive.

- Me? I can't.

The police took away my licence.

Hey come here.

Lucy, come here.

Bye-bye.

Let's have another look at that licence.

Yes, Mr Cartley?

Truck 1. Make out a log-book.

Yes, Mr Cartley.

When do I start?

Lucy,

start him tomorrow. Cards, particulars,

next of kin. Look after him.

Yes, Mr Cartley.

Thanks.

Well, aren't you the lucky one?

- The fitter had me worried.

- Ed? Oh, you needn't have.

I put in a good word for you.

Yeah?

What did you say?

Oh, I said you were a... friend of mine.

Why should you do that?

Do you always know why you do things?

Yately, Joseph. Same address?

No.

I'm in-between addresses now.

That's your's.

You've got Leggy's old truck, number 1.

For luck.

Got your cards with you?

No, I've been away.

I lost them.

Does Cartley know that?

No.

Well, we won't tell him.

He's got a suspicious mind.

I'll try and get you some new ones.

Thanks.

- Got anywhere to sleep?

- No.

Ask at the gate for Ma West's.

All the boys stay there.

I'll do that.

Oh, by the way, there's a pull-in

across the street where they eat.

Yeah?

Of course, you might get to know

some nice local girl and get invited for supper.

You like home cooking?

Yeah, if it's good.

If I cook, it is good.

Yeah, Joe.

Er...

I know this might sound funny, but...

everybody calls me Tom.

Goodbye, Lucy.

So long, Tom.

Woman:
pull!

Oh no!

Who's that fiddling with the letterbox?

Come in or stay out I don't care which.

Girl:
I just can't pull any harder.

Woman:
I'm in the kitchen.

Oh you couldn't pull

your own shoelaces together

Hello.

Who are you?

Never mind. Come in and make yourself useful.

Oh, Jill, go away.

You're not strong enough.

This needs a man's hand.

Come on, young fella.

Let's see how strong you are.

Well, they told me I could get a room here.

First things first.

Here, get hold of these and pull.

OK.

Right...

tighter

come on you won't hurt me

that's it. Oh.

steel these are, young fella.

Supports my spine.

I had an accident.

How long do you want the room for?

Well, quite a while. I've got a job over the road.

Good enough.

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