The Navigators Page #2

- All by hand. Sorry.

- There's nowwt we can be doing, then?

- No, no, we gotta hand-pack it.

- How long?

- About an hour. Go and get a cup of tea.

About an hour. Righto. See you in a bit.

- That's it. You got it. There you go.

- Screw it on, then.

- Eh up, lads. Harpic's here, look.

- Ah.

- Oh, there's summat on horizon, anyway.

- (Chatter)

Refit? What've they found?

Right. Right, I want a word. I just want...

I'd just like to know what's going on.

What d'you mean, "What's going on?"

We're getting on with job.

Oh, good, l... I'm glad that.

But, er, what's he doing here?

- Working.

- What d'you think I'm doing?

Working? But he shouldn't, should he?

Because he's not in our company now.

Don't you remember? We are now

East Midlands... er, lnfrastructure.

He... He's Northern lnfrastructure.

Completely different unit. He shouldn't...

He's one of lads. Been wi' us four month.

- Get your... Get your tackle. You've got to go.

- He can't go.

- What d'you mean, "He can't go"?

- Why d'you think he can't go?

- I've signed for this, so I take it. It's mine.

- What...

- Can't do job without meter.

- The meter?

- No, all right, no problem. I'll bring one back.

- When?

As soon as I take him back, I'll get another one.

- At this time of day, with traffic? You're joking.

- I can only do me best.

If he goes... If he goes and takes meter,

we might all as well go.

- Well, I didn't know he'd got that.

- Well, somebody let him have it.

I didn't let him have it, did l?

I didn't know he'd bloody got it.

- Look, come on. Come on. I'm sorry.

- I'm off. I'm off. See ya.

Have you got anything else?

ls that all you've got? You've got everything?

- No, I've got some stuff on t'van.

- Right, well you better get that, then.

- See you later, pal.

- See you.

- See you later, mate.

- And then there were six.

Might as well get off, then.

- Well, I'm not doing that without a meter.

- He's a prick, him, i'n't he?

- All right, lads ?

- You all right?

- What's going on?

- Leaving, mate. Taking the money.

- What about working your notice?

- Taking us holidays .

If you ha'n't got no holidays ,

you can take unpaid leave.

- Bloody hell, lads, that's a bit cquick.

- What, and all your gang's took it, an' all?

- Most of us, yeah.

- Eh, Gerry, come and listen to this .

All Walt's lot's took it already.

- You're joking.

- No. He's here now.

- Can't believe that.

- What's all this, Walt?

There you are, Gerry lad. British Rail conditions

of service. It's no good to me any more.

Where are you gonna get another job now?

I've no idea, but I'm not sticking it here.

Not what went off this morning.

- Decided already?

- Aye.

Should've waited and had a word.

- Have you signed it, lads ?

- You were a bit hasty there, weren't you?

- Not really, but...

- All the best, lads .

- See you.

- See you later. Take care.

- Loads of service, him.

- What, you've all signed it?

- Aye.

- Well, it's good money for us, innit?

We're not getting any younger.

- See you, Len.

- I'll see you later, Joe.

OK, Len, mate.

Lisa?

(Lisa, very cquietly) Stay there.

- Go... Paul, go away, will you?

- Lisa.

- Lisa!

- Will you just go away?

- Will you open the door?

- No, I'm not. You're not coming in.

- Eh?

- You're not coming in. Will you go away?

I wanted to see the girls, that's all.

I told you, if you wanna see the girls ,

you've gotta take 'em somewhere else.

- Right, girls, d'you want to go upstairs ?

- Have you had your tea?

- OK.

- Come on, up you go.

- What have you had?

- What about pudding?

You can have it in a bit.

Don't worry, Daddy's not stop ping.

And once he's gone, you can have it.

I'll call you down. You go upstairs. Good girls .

- Lisa!

- Will you just go away?

- I brought you some flowers, love.

- I don't want your flowers, Paul.

Eh? Just open the door so I can give 'em ya.

No, I don't want any flowers from you.

- Just go away.

- Just open the door.

I'm not opening the door.

Just go. Will you just leave me alone?

Girls, I'm not gonna ask you again!

I got paid yesterday.

Oh, nice. I went to DSS yesterday,

got some money for me and the kids .

- What d'you go to DSS for?

- Because I don't need you any more.

When is it gonna get into your thick skull?

It's over.

- Just sod off, will ya?

- Just let me give you these bloody flowers .

- Put them through letter box, then.

- Eh?

How can I put a bloody great big

bunch of flowers through a letter box?

- Don't be so bloody stupid.

- I'm not being bloody stupid. Now do it!

Well, it's gonna make a right bloody mess .

Here you are. Just...

- There you go. Now, do it slowly, love.

- I'm doing it slowly.

Take it slowly.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.

Oh, Lisa, look at that!

They were bloody expensive, them!

- Hey, it's not bad, is it?

- D'you think any of thee lads'll get 25 year in?

- How long ago is that?

- I don't mean between you.

Er, that'd be... ooh,... about 1 8 year ago, that.

Aye, 25 years I got that bloody thing for.

- Anyway, I'll show you where that wants to go.

- Oh, eh!

In there.

There's some right bloody tripe in here, an' all.

What the bloody hell's this? That can go.

How's it going? All right.

Southern Section. Bloody hell,

that's some time back. That can go, an' all.

Hey, I'll tell you what, this is a good 'un.

Here, cop for this, Gerry.

If I can get the bloody thing out. Look at this lot.

That's Arthur Bentley's lads, up at Dore Cliffe.

Best team on t'railways, them lads .

- Till Arthur died.

- Chuffin' 'ell.

D'you know? Arthur, he's on here,

he used to grow all his own vegetables .

He'd a little plot down t'side of railway.

And sadly, poor old Arthur died

on t'bloody... allotment, an' all.

- Did he?

- Aye, he went down one Sunday morning

to get a cabbage for t'dinner.

Fell down stone dead.

- Bloody hell, what did his missus do?

- She had to open a tin of peas .

(Laughter)

'Ey, bloody 'ell.

- F***in' 'ell!

- Hey, no, be serious now.

Hey! Do you know what they've f***ing done?

Eh? They've just f***ing told me

that my job's f***ing finished with.

D'you know what they're gonna do? Give it

to some f***ing outside f***ing contractor.

That's what they're gonna f***ing do.

Uh? And I'll tell you what.

D'you know what they've said?

I can bid for my own f***ing job. Yeah.

And if I get my f***ing job, right,

I've got to have it for six f***ing month,

then I've got to f***ing bid again.

- Can you believe it? Eh?

- Yeah.

- I've even got to pay for me own f***ing mop !

- (Laughter)

- It's about time tha bought summat.

- Bollocks !

And I'll tell you something, I've gotta buy

all me own f***ing cleaning stuff.

Bring it all in me own f***ing van,

take it out in me own f***ing van!

And there'll be no f***ing cupboards

and no f***ing lockers .

- You're not hap py, are you, Jack?

- You're not pleased, then, Jack?

I'm not! F***ing tell you what, it's enough

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