Hell Drivers Page #2

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.

- Thank your mother for the groceries

- OK, Ma.

Come on, then. I'll show you upstairs.

That's the kitchen.

When I'm out, the door's locked.

The front door's locked at midnight.

If you're out after that, you stay out.

That's my husband. Died in a fire 20 years ago.

There's the bath.

That's the other place.

No scribbling.

Meals you eat out.

There's a pull-in over the way.

Most of the men go there.

You can have this one.

Good enough for you?

Yeah. How much?

Three shillings a night, sixpence a bath.

Money in advance.

OK?

Good.

Any clothes you want boiling,

there's a basket in the bathroom.

I do 'em myself, threepence an article.

Thank you, Mrs West.

Call me Ma.

OK, Ma.

- What do I call you?

- Tom.

All right, then, Tom.

See that you wash the bath out when you finish.

OK.

Ah, let me go you silly pillock

if Ma catches you on her flowerbed, it's your lot.

Knock it off, will you?

Hey, look. Ma, she's going

to hit the roof when she sees this.

- Tinker, what you got?

- What's it look like?

- A mess.

- I've wanted it for a month.

You can have it.

No, you don't I'm first.

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