Billy Elliot Page #2

First, I knew about it.

He's never got the gloves off.

Send him round to my house.

I'll knock some sense into him.

Scab! Scab!

Step, open and balanc.

Balanc.

Scab, scab, scab!

Right. Let's do it again.

Open and lift your chest.

Let's do it again.

Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite. Step...

Open your arms. Do it.

Pay attention.

Arms like this. All right?

Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite. Step really...

...open.

Powerful! Proud.

You're not concentrating.

- Yes, I am concentrating.

- You're not even trying.

Can we have a go at it, Miss?

Let's do it again.

Listen, have you noticed anything weird

about Billy lately?

What are you after, like, a list?

Got enough food there, scab?

What are you doing?

- Scabs eat well, eh?

- You're me best mate.

First rule of a union, Gary,

you never cross a picket line.

- We're all f***ed if you forget that!

- We're f***ed anyway.

In a speech to Tory MPs yesterday...

...Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher

referred to members...

...of the striking National Union

of Mine Workers...

...as the "enemy within."

The speech comes following

several months of violent clashes...

...between police officers

and striking miners.

- See you, then.

- Wait. Your breakfast...

What the hell's he up to?

One, two, three, pas de bourre.

And one, two, three, and a turn.

And one, two, three, pas de bourre.

You, out!

Now!

I beg your pardon?

Please, Miss.

Don't.

All right, which way are we facing?

Come on.

And one...

...two, three, pas de bourre.

Ballet?

What's wrong with ballet?

What's "wrong" with ballet?

It's perfectly normal.

"Perfectly normal"?

I used to go to ballet.

See?

Aye, for your nanna.

For girls, not for lads, Billy.

Lads do football, or...

...boxing, or...

...wrestling.

Not frigging ballet.

What lads do wrestling?

Don't start.

I don't see what's wrong with it.

You know exactly what's wrong with it.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you bloody well do.

Who do you think I am?

You know quite nicely.

What?

What are you trying to say, Dad?

- You're asking for a hiding, son.

- I'm not, honest.

You are, Billy.

It's not just poofs, Dad.

Some ballet dancers are as fit as athletes.

What about that Wayne Sleep?

He was a ballet dancer.

- Wayne Sleep?

- Aye.

Listen, son, from now on

you can forget about the f***ing ballet.

You can forget about the f***ing boxing,

as well.

I'm busting my ass for those 50 pences,

and you're...

No, from now on you stay here,

you look after your nanna.

Got it?

Good.

They used to say I could've been

a professional dancer, with some training.

Will you shut up?

I hate you!

You're a bastard!

Get off!

Billy!

Hello.

My dad'll kill me if he knows I'm here.

He's stopped you coming to classes.

It's not his fault, Miss.

That's all right with you, is it?

I suppose so.

You should stand up to him.

You don't know what he's like.

Well, that blows it.

- Blows what, Miss?

- Debbie.

I've heard a lot about you.

Durham's little Gene Kelly, eh?

Your dad worked down the pit, then?

Yeah.

Must be hard for the family,

being on strike.

He is out on strike, isn't he?

Of course.

I shouldn't worry. They won't last long.

Tom, don't.

If they voted, they'd be back tomorrow.

It's just a few commies, stirring things up.

Let's face it,

they haven't got a leg to stand on.

Who doesn't?

The miners.

It stands to reason.

Some pits are just uneconomical.

If it costs more to pay everybody

to dig the coal out...

...than you get for it when you sell it,

what does that say?

I don't know.

You wanna think about that,

don't you, son?

Tom.

If it was up to me,

I'd shut them all down tomorrow.

For God's sake.

What do you do, Mr. Wilkinson?

He's been made redundant.

- I thought he was gonna hit me.

- Don't be silly.

He's just under a lot of pressure.

That's what Mom says.

I think it's because he drinks too much.

Does he drink too much?

He's always pissed.

Once he pissed himself.

Your dad?

'Cause he's unhappy and that.

'Cause they sleep in separate beds.

- Why do they sleep in separate beds?

- So they can't have sex.

Do they not have sex?

Dad did it with this woman from work,

but they don't think I know.

Do you miss your mom, then?

I don't really miss her as such.

It's more like just feeling sad.

Especially when I remember her

all of a sudden.

When I'd forgot that she was dead

and that.

What about your mom?

Does she not have sex?

No, she's unfulfilled.

That's why she does dancing.

She does dancing instead of sex?

- Your family's weird.

- No, they're not.

They are though. They're mental.

Get off!

See? You're a nutter, you.

Debbie, it's time for Billy to go home.

Come on, Billy.

I'll drop you off at the corner.

I'll see you, Debbie.

Okay, then.

Miss...

...what have I blown?

This'll sound strange, Billy...

...but, for some time now,

I've thought of the Royal Ballet School.

Aren't you a bit old?

No, not me. You.

I'm the bloody teacher.

They hold auditions in Newcastle.

I'd never be good enough.

I hardly know aught.

They're not interested

in how much you know.

They'll teach you.

That's why they're a ballet school.

It's how you move,

how you express yourself that's important.

Express what?

I think you're good enough to go for it.

It would mean an awful lot of hard work.

But I'm banned.

- Maybe I should have a word with him.

- No, Miss!

- I could teach you on your own.

- We couldn't afford it.

- I'm not doing it for the money.

- What about Dad?

- He doesn't need to know.

- What about boxing?

Listen, if you wanna piss about

with your mates, that's fine with me.

All right, don't lose your blob.

"Blob"?

So, we could do it private like?

Just you and me.

Miss, you don't fancy me, do you?

No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't.

Now, piss off.

Piss off yourself.

See you Monday, then.

You coming in or what?

- What are you doing?

- Nothing. Just dressing up.

- Whose dress is that?

- Come on.

- Whose dress is that?

- It's me sister's.

- Did she give you it?

- She doesn't know.

Do you wanna try?

You can have one of me mom's.

No. You all right?

- What are you doing that for?

- I'm just trying it on.

Christ.

Come here.

Stay still.

There.

- Won't we get in trouble?

- Don't be stupid.

Me dad does it all the time.

He dresses up in your mom's clothes?

Only when he thinks everybody's out.

Have you got a tutu yet?

Do you think being a ballet dancer

would be better than being a miner?

I don't know.

It's just, I've got this audition

in Newcastle, in a couple of weeks.

- What for?

- To go to ballet school.

Ballet school? Is that in Newcastle?

London.

You'd have to move

with your Tony and everybody?

- No, by myself.

- That's a bit steep.

- Can't you be a ballet dancer here?

- Don't be stupid.

- When are you going there?

- I don't know.

I haven't even got in yet.

What does your dad say?

- He doesn't know.

- F***ing hell.

- Are you not going to tell him?

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