Hell Drivers Page #5

Yes, you have. Come back, you dirty little rat.

I'll get you for this.

Got a packet of fags?

On credit.

Tom

Tom

Jimmy you all right?

I'm all right.

How are you?

Well, you look marvellous.

We heard you were out.

- Where have you been?

- What do you mean?

- Don't you read my letters?

- Letters? What letters?

How's mum?

I thought I'd try to get you

while she was in church.

Tom, mum wouldn't keep your letters from me.

Jimmy, the shop look s good.

How's business?

You know this neighbourhood Tom

We've been paying our way... so far.

Any of the boys still come round, Jimmy?

Oh, yeah. For cigarettes, you know.

How are the legs, kid?

Just the same, Tom.

Excuse me, Tom.

Morrning Mrs Lipton what'll it be?

Good morrning Jimmy

I want a pound of sausages

Myrtle's bringing her man to dinner

I have to make the roast stretch

- Anything else?

- No, thank you.

That'll be three shillings, please, Mrs Lipton.

Oh, dear. Up again, aren't they?

Oh, well, maybe Myrtle will be

off our hands before long.

- Remember me to your mother.

- I will. Bye, Mrs Lipton.

Thank you.

How was it inside, Tom?

Well, bad, Jimmy.

I can't ever let that happen to me again.

I can't be tied down.

I know what you mean.

It killed me, Jimmy, knowing what I did to you.

It was an accident. I never blamed you.

It's more than just making it up to you, Jimmy.

I've got to make the grade for once.

The right way.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I know, Tom.

I took a job.

- What are you doing?

- Driving.

Driving again?

Not what you think.

Listen, Jimmy, it's tough when you come out.

There's only the lousiest jobs,

no money and nobody wants you.

Now I took this one

As long as you're behind the wheel,

you can go anywhere.

I'm driving ballast, Jimmy.

It's tough but...

well, it's good money.

There's even a solid gold bonus

waiting for me at the end of it.

Jimmy...

I want you to have this. It's not much

but I've only been working two weeks.

- No, Tom, I can't...

- Take it.

No, please, I...

Mum.

What's that?

Now, Ma, take it easy.

Tom's just trying to help us.

Take it back.

Why should I? It's Jimmy's money.

I gave it to him.

I make the money that comes into this house

and I make it honest, with the sweat of my brow.

Maybe it's not much,

but what there is is clean.

This is clean, too.

Mum, we've got to have a talk.

Nothing you ever touched was clean.

Ma, Tom's trying to help us.

He's got an honest job...

- I don't believe it.

- Let him finish.

Will you let him finish?

- Look, Mum, you've got to forget the past.

- It's not past.

It's here all the time. I live with it.

For you it was just a year in jail

for Jim and me,

it's a life sentence.

Him stuck in the shop all day, never going out.

- I know all that

- Tom Tom...

Look, Mum, I'm only trying to put things right.

- How can I make you see?

- I'm not listening.

Tom.

Mum...

please give him a chance.

You and him.

Always the same.

He led, you followed.

I wish you were still inside.

Oh, Mum, no.

All right, Mum.

You don't have to draw a picture.

Don't worry, kid.

Maybe it'll work out.

Tom

Gino:
Tom!

Well, what are you waiting for, yellow belly?

All right, boys. On the road.

18 today. Who gets it?

- Not me.

- No.

No good.

Here, Dust, pass the A1.

Look at him go.

- Fill this out, Tink.

- Righto, Luce.

G Redman, 18.

Fill this out, Red, please.

J Yately, 18.

Tinker:
18? Aye, aye

Johnny:
He went over the quarry I saw him

Scottie:
so another brave one eh?

E Rossi 14

See you tonight.

Miracolo magnifico

How you do this thing, Tom? It's a miracle.

Yeah, it's a miracle somebody didn't get killed.

Tom, today, you proved to me

that you are a great driver.

Oh well, you can be brave,

but everybody is against you.

If you had a clear road, bah.

Yeah, if I had a clear road.

Tom, domani, tomorrow...

I see you get it.

How?

We will change plates.

You take my number plate, it's number.

I put your number 1 on my truck.

Then, for me, the boys make all the trouble.

For you, there is the clear road.

You like Gino's idea?

You be number 3.

- Yeah, but, Gino...

- No buts.

After, finito, finish here.

You go north, look for a good job.

I go south. You take the gold case, I take Lucy.

Va bene?

Va bene.

Something stinks around here, don't it?

- Maybe you ought to change your socks.

- Quick as a whip, ain't we?

As a wop, you mean?

Watch your tongue, Scotch boy.

Oh, dear, dear. We're getting tough, eh?

Tub:
yeah, tough as macarorni!

- Hey, Gino, something's wrong here.

- Huh?

24 deduction.

What advance you take?

Four.

Five tax... five...

no, it's wrong, this. We see about it.

Buzz off. There's other fellas waiting to get paid.

He's got all he's going to get.

- No, he's not got all. There's been a mistake.

- There's no mistake.

What do you know about it?

You, I'm talking to you.

I'm er... not talking to the yellow belly.

If he wants to find out

why his pay was stopped, ask Ed.

- Ed?

- Yeah.

His stuff he wrecked.

- Who put this on Tom?

- You mean on yellow belly?

Me.

I'm the road foreman.

Yeah. And that's not all you are.

What else am I?

You're scum.

Ha

Go on, Red

- Go on, Red.

Dusty:
come on then Red!

Go on, get in there

Come on, Red, kick him

Get into him!

- Come on, Red.

- Come on.

Sort him out

- Pick up, come on.

- Come on, Red.

Dusty:
you've got him now

Go on, Red. Go on.

Hey, stop the assistant manager.

Quickly

- What the devil's going on here?

- Oh, it's nothing, sir.

A test of strength, huh?

A bet. Nothing.

Nothing? Fighting like animals?

- Gibson, why didn't you stop them?

- Well, you see...

You'll pay for this damage, both of you.

You've got your pay, get out.

Go on, get out, all of you.

Once more and it'll be for good.

As for you,

you're a foreman.

You're supposed to keep discipline.

I may be a foreman,

but I'm not a prison warden.

Think I don't know you just done a spell?

How can I keep discipline

if we're hiring convicts?

All right, you know.

What are you going to do about it?

It's nothing to do with us, sir.

He already paid once for what he done.

He told me.

Oh.

I'll have to check with Mr Cartley in the morning.

- All right.

- Come on, Red.

He can look after himself, that boy,

no doubt about it.

Come on, I'm hungry.

- You'd better come and lie down, huh?

- No, I got to work.

This looks bad. You'd better come

and get cleaned up, anyway.

- All right, Red?

- Yeah.

He kneed me. You saw what happened.

Otherwise I'd have killed him.

Hey.

Ah, well.

Good night...

...mailbags

Hello?

What do you want?

I hear you're eating in the village by yourself

these days. How's that?

I like it that way.

I heard what they're saying. Is it true?

Yeah.

It's true.

And I wasn't framed and

nobody talked me into anything.

And the judge didn't give me a raw deal.

Happy?

You still have an invitation to eat at my place.

Where's Gino?

We're through.

What have you done to him?

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