They Drive by Night

- How's it going, Joe?

- Okay. Fill her up.

- What are you hauling?

- Apples.

- How's your brother, Paul?

- Asleep.

Every time you come here,

he's asleep and you're driving.

- What is he, a growing boy?

- He drives as much as I do.

You run your station,

we'll take care of our rig.

I was just wondering.

This is the nearest I've had

to a bath in two weeks.

Yeah, I noticed.

Seventy gallons of gas, three quarts

of oil in your crankcase...

- I'll have to get you on the way back.

- Five quarts in your spare...

What did you say?

I can't pay till I drop off this load.

- Why didn't you say that?

- You wouldn't have given me the gas.

I'll say. I got a notion to

siphon it out of there.

You know I ain't selling gas on time.

Relax. I wouldn't gyp you. I'm honest.

I know you are. All you truckers

are honest, but you're always broke.

The finance company comes, you're out

of business, and I never see dough.

Don't worry. He's gotta catch me first.

That won't be tough, you ain't driving

any speedway special. Sign it.

- Twelve dollars and 90 cents.

- Don't overflow your tank.

On the cuff. How do you like that?

- You'll get it on the trip back.

- You didn't pay for this pop.

Put it on the bill.

- Where are we?

- Not far from Lansdale.

- You should have woke me up.

- It's okay.

We'll grab a cup of coffee at Barney's.

Then you can wheel it into Los Angeles.

How's about laying over at my house

for a couple of days? I'm knocked out.

I'd like to stay in bed for a week,

not even get up to eat.

So would I.

But that ain't the way

we get ahead.

I gotta think of Pearl.

I ain't been home for two weeks.

She might as well be

married to an explorer.

Look out, Joe!

You dirty son of a road hog!

- You should've smacked into him.

- What is that gonna get us?

What do we do now?

You watch the load, I'm gonna hop

up to Barney's and phone Williams.

And see if he'll send some

of the dough he owes us.

Thanks.

Hi, Harry.

Hello, Joe. Where's your rig?

- Down the road. Busted wheel.

- Oh, tough going. Can I help?

I'm gonna phone Williams to send

the dough he owes me.

I hope you get it.

I quit hauling for that crook.

Ran me ragged and I

hardly ever got paid.

He'll pay me now, or he won't

get his apples in L.A. On time.

You got him over a barrel,

that's different. Maybe you'll get it.

- Come on. We go.

- Yeah, he's right.

Can't make no dough drinking coffee.

Good luck, guy.

- Same to you.

- Thanks.

Oh, Harry! Write your wife.

I hear she's worried.

Okay, I will. Thanks.

- Hello, Joe.

- Hello, Jake. How's it going?

- Give me a Frisco phone book, will you?

- Yeah.

Be sure you bring back

all the pages too.

So I'm telling you, see...

...here I am with these two

beautiful dames. What equipment.

They're hanging around my neck,

begging me not to go.

I tell them, "Look, sisters,

I got a job to do".

So I push them away and leave.

After all, a guy like me with

hundreds of dames...

I'm getting out of here.

Come on, Shorty. It's too deep for me.

I'm losing my touch.

Give me some nickels, Barney.

Joe! Where you been, guy?

Been getting any good hauls?

Some. How they been for you, Irish?

I still get my check

every Saturday.

But you get ordered around

every other day. Ain't for me.

Hey, Red, this steak's tough.

You can't send it back now.

You bent it.

- I'll be back this way tonight, Red.

- Thanks for the warning.

Give me the phone, will you?

- What, you keep it in a vault?

- Don't call New York.

Another cup of java.

- You must like our coffee.

- It stinks.

You're drinking your seventh cup.

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