Carry On Cabby Page #3

Right, then, before Charlie started,

there wasn't a regular cab service here.

Now we've got 40,

employing 20 regular drivers...

lt's up to me in my official capacity

as shop steward to make...

BOTH:
..an official complaint.

- l know about that, but you've got to sort it out.

- Here's your tea.

Can l get you a cup, Mr Watson?

- No, thanks. l'll get my own.

- lt slipped out of my hand. Terribly sorry.

- Couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke.

- That poor lad.

That's the third cup of tea he's bought since

he came in here. He hasn't got one down yet.

Could l have another cup, Miss, please?

- Here you are, dear. Try and get that one down.

- Don't you worry. l will.

So sorry.

l say, what will you think of me?

l'll let you know when l've dried out.

ls Peg upstairs?

- Yeah. She's not too pleased with you.

- Wait till she sees the fur coat l've bought her.

Ooh, great. This, by the way, is Tankard.

He's a member of your old mob

and he's looking for a job.

Go on! RASC?

- Had much driving experience?

- Five years on the road without an accident.

- You don't do so well off it.

- l'm sorry about that, Mr Hawkins.

l'm not as clumsy as that, driving. Honest.

- What were you with?

- Bulldozers.

Then you'd make a very good cab driver.

When are the others starting?

- This morning. They're in the office.

- Blimey. l tell you what, we'll give you a go.

You go into my office with the others

and tell 'em l'll be along in five minutes.

Thank you very much, Mr Hawkins.

l won't let you down, l promise.

There'll be no more mistakes.

- lt's all right.

- No, no. l can do it, Mr Hawkins.

- You don't have to...

- Wait a minute.

Excuse me.

l could punish myself.

And don't open 'em till l tell you.

Still closed?

Any minute now.

Right, now.

- Ooh, Charlie.

- (Chuckles)

Ooh!

Ohh, it's lovely.

l'll say it is. Genuine mammoth, that is.

Oh, don't be silly, Charlie.

Straight up. lt said so on the shop window.

''Mammoth fur sale.''

Ah, you're pulling my leg.

l know stranded musquash when l see it.

Stranded musquash?

Shipwrecked meat, more like it.

l don't care what it is.

lt's lovely.

- Happy anniversary.

- You too, love.

Oh, 'ere, here's the bill.

- l promised you'd send them a cheque today.

- All right.

l don't know why you put all your money

into my account.

Well, it's safer there, innit?

l get enough from tips, don't l?

l've got your present here, Charlie.

You would have got it earlier,

only you went out before l woke up.

Oh, you shouldn't have bothered

getting me anything. Here, hang on to that.

Hey, what's this?

Oh, that's marvellous. That's smashing.

That's just what l wanted.

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