The Navigators Page #10

- Just wondered, that's all.

- Oh, right.

- Er, who's winning?

- Checkmate.

- Checkmate? What's that mean?

- Whatever move you make, you lose.

Story of my life.

F***ing 'ell! It's Mungo Jerry!

- Gerry!

- Bloody hell!

- What are you doing here, you mup pet?

- You re not agency workers .

- Who are we?

- You're you.

- Bloody hell! Who's... Who's put you together?

- It's is our new gaffer, innit?

- Gets us all t'best jobs .

- (Chuckles) What a team to...

- I'd sooner have Three Stooges as you lot!

- Get out of it! Chuff it. Anyway, what's job?

Right. What's hap pened, one of t'banks

has slip ped, right, so it's knackered all troughs .

Some are broken, some are filled up .

So what we need to do is get cables out, right?

Once you've got cables out, any we can reuse,

drag 'em clear. Dig a new bed.

All right, lads, mind your backs. One on.

Oh, one on, Paul.

All right.

Mind your backs, lads. One on.

Clear the cess there.

Lads, hey, listen. Gotta tell you this .

- (Train horn)

- Listen to this .

(Chatter)

(Gerry) ..and he come out of the office

with his face like a tomato!

Toilet! Toilet! Lads !

- Oh, f***!

- F***ing 'ell!

F***ing 'ell!

- F***ing 'ell, Jim!

- Yeah, f***ing 'ell, Jim!

- Sorry, lads, I shouted "toilet"!

- You blinkin' long streak of piss !

- I'm full of shite.

- I shouted "toilet"!

If you weren't gabbin' so bloody much,

you'd've heard me!

- We were only ten yard away from you!

- You're covered in it, Gerry!

- Chuffin' 'ell!

- He's covered in it!

- There's sh*t and everything in this lot!

- (Laughs) You stink!

- Look!

- You stink!

Gerry, don't go sticking your head out of window,

they'll think we're in a bloody horsebox.

Shut your face!

- (Coughing)

- What a stink that was !

(Gobs) D'you think they're gonna let us in?

- Hey, where d'you think you're going?

- For a pint.

- Forget it, mate. He thinks he's coming in!

- Oh, don't be daft!

You're in... You're in charge

of a motor vehicle, mate.

- Oh, sod off! You can't pull that one on me.

- Get in the van.

Oh, you lousy bastards! Come on!

I'm not drinking alcohol.

- Hey!

- Get in the van!

(Murmur of voices )

- Thanks for that, Karen, love.

- You're welcome.

- Towels are in a bit of mess, like.

- It don't matter. No problem. Thank you.

I dunno.

- Who got these?

- Now then, lads...

- Did you clean it off?

- Come on, then. How's work going, then?

- Eh?

- How's work going?

- Not too bad.

- Had about... two week off since I finished.

Yeah, we're doing all right, mate.

Better than I thought we would, I'll tell you that.

So... if I want more work,

I'll have to pack in work?

Well, I sup pose...

You should've come with us when we came out.

Ah, but what about gaffers ?

Are you keeping them in check?

Well, it's not the same, is it, Gerry?

You know, it's a different situation, all that.

What about tha, Mick?

Have you had to assault any of them lately?

Well, tha knows what it's like, Gerry.

We used to get away with murder, but...

It's like Paul's saying, things have changed.

Things have changed. But I'll tell you one thing,

there's plenty of money to be earned out there

if you're willing to put yoursen for'ard.

I know there's no sick pay nor nowwt like that,

but you know what lads used to be like, taking

t'mickey. Odd coupla days, odd coupla days .

It worked out about two weeks a year,

they used to swing lead.

- No, I don't agree with you.

- Oh, it's right, Gerry.

Same blokes who wanted set hours at depot.

Them same blokes

were same blokes insisting on their rights

were same blokes that didn't want to do job

in first place.

But I'll tell you what, now,

you be flexible like these lads ,

put yoursen out a little bit, and there's top dollar.

- What time d'you call this ?

- Got a bit held up, didn't l?

(Chuckles) I'll bet.

- What's job, then?

- Huh?

- What's job?

- Oh, concreting a signal base.

- Ohh...

- Aye, I know. Boring graft.

All right, Jim?

I've also been told, while you're all here together,

that... if this job is successful

and you do a good job of it,

there's a lot more work coming off along this line.

So obviously it's to your benefit,

and mine as well, that we do a good job.

- We'll get a load more work.

- So how are we gonna get mixer down there?

Well, you can t get mixer down there.

You're gonna have to... mix your concrete here,

into buckets, and then rope it

over the top of the bridge, down to the track.

- Well, that's gonna take some time, innit?

- There's no other way of doing it.

We looked at

actually putting a trolley on the track

and it was gonna work out so expensive

that we couldn't go that way.

We wanted to be the cheapest bid to get

the work. That's why we're doing it this way.

- But there's not enough of us to do it that way.

- Of course there is .

- There i'n't.

- There's gonna be one doing the mixing.

There's gonna be one passing the bucket

on the rope down to the bottom of the track.

You'll have a guy then take it

from there to the shuttering

and you can have a guy putting it

in the shuttering and laying the concrete.

That's four. There's four of you.

(Cement mixer rumbles )

Jimmy!

All right, lift.

- All right, there?

- You all right, mate?

- There you go.

- Where d'you want it?

- Right.

- You're doing a fine job.

John! John!

- Bloody train's just gone past!

- You're joking!

Good job I didn't have bucket over the edge.

I never heard it.

- F***ing keep your ears open.

- Uh?

- Keep your ears open!

- I know.

- (Shouting)

- What?

- (Shouts )

- John! Knock it off. Paul's shouting summat.

- He's been hit!

- What?

Mick! It's Jim! He's been hit!

You're f***ing joking!

Sh*t! Sh*t! Bollocks !

Sh*t!

- Sh*t, what's hap pened?

- I don't know, I think he must have been hit.

- Just hang on, I'll get a torch.

- Are you all right, Jim?

- Is he all right?

- Oh, f***ing 'ell!

Come on, Paul!

Sh*t!

- Paul, what hap pened, man?

- I don't know.

How the bleeding hell's this hap pened? Oh, sh*t!

He must have been hit

by summat hanging from t'train.

Oh, sh*t!

Christ almighty, I'll get an ambulance.

- John, John, hang on a minute!

- What d'you mean, "Hang on"?

- Just think about it!

- Think about what? He's injured, man!

- They can't find him here, can they?

- What d'you mean, "They can't find him here"?

If they find him here we're f***ed, aren't we?

Think about it. If they find him here,

they'll know we've not been working safely.

He's more important than that,

than f***ing working safe!

- Yeah, but we'll be f***ed!

- What are you talking about?

If they find him here, they'll know

we've not been working safely. We've had it!

Who d'you think's gonna cop for this ?

Not that subcontractor, Kevin Brown.

- We re gonna cop for it, mate.

- He's worth more than that, mate!

- D'you wanna lose your job?

- F***ing hell! We'll get the signal post!

- Where? Which way? Which way?

- Oh f***! I don't know!

- Mick, he could be dying!

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