Billy Elliot Page #3

- Not yet, anyway.

He might be pleased about it.

He could rent your room.

He couldn't. What about our Tony?

What do you reckon?

I think you shouldn't bother.

Why not?

I'd miss ya.

F***ing hell.

Brought your things?

I don't know if they're right, Miss.

If they're special to you, they're right.

What are they for?

To give us some ideas for a dance.

Come on, then. Let's see them.

What's that?

It's a letter.

I can see it's a letter.

It's me mom's.

She wrote it, for when I was 18...

...but I opened it.

Here.

"To my son, Billy.

"Dear Billy:

"I know I must seem

like a distant memory to you...

"...which is probably a good thing.

"It will have been a long time...

"...and I will have missed seeing you grow.

"Missed you crying, laughing...

"...and shouting.

"I will have missed telling you off.

"But please know that I was always there.

"With you through everything.

"With you through everything.

"I always will be.

"And I am proud to have known you.

"And I'm proud that you were mine.

"Always be yourself.

"I'll love you forever.

"Mom."

She must have been a very special woman,

your mother.

No, she was just me mom.

I brought a tape and all.

- What is it?

- I Love to Boogie.

It's one of our Tony's.

Spin it!

Go on!

Tap, tap.

Go!

Grandma, teatime.

Where are you going?

Go back to sleep.

It's 4:
00.

You weren't thinking of taking it with you?

If you just wanna stand around...

...getting the sh*t kicked out of you,

that's fine.

- Some of us are ready to fight back.

- They're already after you.

You're no good to us in jail.

I don't plan on getting caught.

- What's going on?

- Get back to bed.

Both of you!

F*** you.

Put it down.

- You gonna stop me?

- I'm warning you.

You haven't got it in you. You're finished!

Since Mom died, you're a useless twat.

What are you gonna do about it?

Stop it!

What the f*** are you looking at?

You haven't been practicing.

Prepare.

One, two, and one, and two.

Get up.

Miss, I can't do it.

That's because you're not concentrating.

I am concentrating.

- You're not even trying.

- I am, Miss.

- Do it again.

- I can't.

You do it again.

No!

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

It's all right for you.

It's not you who has to do it.

- I know.

- You don't know anything!

What do you know in your posh house,

with your husband that pisses himself?

You're the same as everybody else.

All you want is to tell me what to do!

Now, wait a minute.

I don't want to do your stupid,

f***ing audition.

You only want me to do it

for your own benefit!

Look, Billy...

- Because you're a failure!

- Don't you dare talk to me like that.

You don't even have

a proper dancing school.

You're stuck in some crummy boxing hall!

Don't pick on me

because you f***ed up your own life!

Can I put a tape on, Miss?

All right, if you must.

It's cush, isn't it?

So, is there a story, then, Miss?

Of course.

It's about a woman

who's captured by an evil magician.

Sounds crap.

And this woman, this beautiful woman...

...is forced to be a swan...

...except for a few hours every night...

...when she becomes alive.

When she becomes real again.

And then, one night...

...she meets this young prince...

...and he falls in love with her.

And she realizes...

...this is the one thing that will allow her...

...to become a real woman once more.

So then what happens?

He promises to marry her

and goes off with someone else, of course.

So she has to be a swan for good?

She dies.

'Cause the prince didn't love her?

Come on. It's time to go.

It's only a ghost story.

Come on.

It's me.

It's Billy.

Oh, little one.

Oh, little one...

...what have I told you

about drinking out of the bottle?

Sorry, Mom.

Well, put it back.

One.

Lift...

...and reach.

Down, and one.

Breathe and stretch.

And one.

Lift and stretch.

Lift...

...and lengthen that foot.

And it's one.

Extend.

Reach out.

Lift and breathe.

And one.

Lift.

Out and close.

And one.

Lift.

When's the audition, then?

Tomorrow morning.

I'll miss you if you go away.

Who do you think is better,

Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers?

Billy, do you not fancy us, like?

Don't know. Never really thought about it.

If you want, I'll show you me fanny.

No. You're all right.

- Get inside.

- Come on.

That's the union leader. Get him!

Get down!

Thanks, pet.

Wanker!

Keep away from there, son.

Sh*t.

Here they come!

F***!

Tony!

Tony, come back!

Take him away. Off you go, mate.

Miss, I've got a problem with the audition.

Hello?

Right, listings for Court 4.

Tony Elliot.

George Brunton. Gary Cummings.

- What's the time?

- Colin Woodward.

Hello.

Can I help you?

- I was looking...

- They're out.

Sorry.

- Billy?

- Please, Miss.

- Don't.

- What's going on, Billy?

Who the f*** are you?

I think we better go inside.

I know this might be hard for you...

...but, today,

Billy missed a very important audition.

Audition?

For the Royal Ballet School.

The Royal Ballet?

School. It's where they teach the ballet.

You've got to be joking, love.

No, I'm perfectly serious.

Have you any idea

what we're going through?

I've been in a f***ing cell, all night...

...and you come around here, talking shite.

And you...

F***ing ballet!

What are you trying to do, make him

a scab for the rest of his life? Look at him.

He's only 11, for f***'s sake.

- You've got to start training young.

- Shut it.

I'm not having my brother running around

like a right twat for your gratification.

Excuse me.

This is not for my gratification.

What good will it do him?

You're not taking him away.

He's only a bairn.

What about giving him a childhood?

I don't want one.

I wanna be a ballet dancer.

And anyway, what do you know about it?

What qualifications have you got?

Look, I haven't come here

to defend myself.

Well, for all we know,

you could be some nutter.

Get the f***ing Social on to you.

I think you should calm yourself down, son.

You say he can dance?

Go on, then.

Let's see this f***ing dancing.

This is ridiculous!

If you're a f***ing ballet dancer,

then let's be having you.

- Don't you dare!

- What sort of a teacher are you?

He's got the chance to dance.

Now, you're f***ing telling him not to.

Dance, you little twat!

So, piss off.

He's not doing any more ballet!

If you go near him again,

I'll smack you, you middle-class cow.

You know nothing about me,

you sanctimonious little sh*t!

He won't grow up to race whippets,

grow leeks or piss his wages up the wall.

Listen! He's been with me...

Billy, wait there!

Billy, come on!

Hurry up!

Merry Christmas, everybody!

"Here we go, here we go, here we go"

Do you think she'll mind?

Shut it, Billy. She's dead.

Well, merry Christmas, everybody.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

"Oh, what fun"

F***ing great Christmas this has been.

- Go on, have some.

- Where'd you get it?

Me dad's got loads in the kitchen.

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