Billy Elliot Page #4

- Won't he notice?

- He never knows how much is there.

- It tastes like piss.

- You get used to it.

Here.

Maybe you could run away or something.

You know, join a dancing troupe.

Don't be so stupid.

- Well, maybe it's all for the best.

- What do you mean?

You won't have to go away or nothing.

My hands are freezing.

Give us them here.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Just warming your hands up.

You're not a poof?

What gave you that impression?

Aren't me hands cold?

I quite like it.

Just because I like ballet...

...doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know?

You won't tell anyone, will you?

Come on.

It's f***ing freezing in here.

Here.

- What's this?

- Just put it on.

A tutu.

- George, there's somebody in the club.

- This kangaroo...

...is wanking away over it, right...

...and he's called Norman.

And then,

around the corner came this wallaby.

Pli, first.

- What's a pli?

- It's French.

- Why is it French?

- I don't know. Second...

...like a princess.

Second, and down.

And first. Carry on. Fifth.

Shoulders down. Long neck.

How do I look?

- Shut up, you poof.

- F*** off.

Second, and down.

And first.

Fifth.

Second.

Down.

First.

Fifth.

Jackie, man. Here.

Give us your hand.

Dance!

Dad!

Go home, son.

Is this a friend of yours, then?

How much is it gonna cost?

And a happy Christmas to you, too.

Not as much as you might think.

Maybe two grand.

- There's a good chance the Council's...

- Two grand?

I was talking about the auditions.

It's just a matter of the trip to London.

I'll give you the money for the fare.

I didn't come here to be patronized.

No one's trying to patronize you.

You're being ridiculous.

- Am I?

- Yes.

Thanks for everything you've done for Billy.

But he is my son, isn't he?

I'll handle this myself.

- What?

- Thorpe.

Is that the lot, then?

F***ing hell.

I never thought I'd see you down here.

Things change, eh?

Right, you. Name?

Jackie Elliot.

Glad to see you've come to your senses.

Who's a big man now, eh?

Right. Okay, you lot, away!

All aboard the Skylark. Look lively.

You can't smoke on here, mate.

These are private buses.

Scab, scab, scab!

F*** off!

Dad!

Give us a hand.

Dad!

What the f*** are you doing?

Dad, you can't go back, not now!

Look at the state of us!

- What've we got to offer that Billy?

- You can't!

Not now!

Not after everything we've been through!

It's for wee Billy!

He might be a f***ing genius,

for all we know.

For f***'s sake, Dad.

You can't do this, man! Dad!

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

He's a kid.

He's just a f***ing little kid.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, son.

- Please!

- I'm sorry, son.

We're finished, son!

What choice have we got, eh?

- Let's give the boy a f***ing chance!

- Please.

Please don't do this to me, Dad.

We'll find him some money.

We'll find it for him.

What the f*** is he doing?

It's okay. He's gonna be okay.

Just get him out of here, Tony.

Away. Leave it. Go on. Leave it.

Let's go home, Dad.

Dad's right, you know?

Mom would have let you.

All them 50 pences.

It was a toss-up

between a new punch bag or you.

It's not even enough

for the bed-and-breakfast.

Forget it, you're dreaming. Look at you.

F***ing scrabbling round for 50 pences.

You've got to do better than that.

How?

I'm gonna have a raffle at the Welfare.

And I'm gonna organize a concert.

Thanks, George.

Sheila's not got that kind of money.

She can't even keep the soup kitchen open.

George said

we could have another whip-round.

There's no money left.

Get that through your head, man!

You know there's nothing left.

Stop putting ideas in his head, man!

Come on, lads! Dig deep for the miners.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Walk normal, will you?

So what's it like, like?

What's what like?

London.

I don't know, son.

I've never made it past Durham.

Have you never been, like?

- Why would I want to go to London?

- It's the capital city.

- Well, there's no mines in London.

- Christ.

Is that all you think about?

Can I help you?

Billy Elliot. We've come for an audition.

You mean William Elliot?

- Yeah, William.

- Yes. Can you go upstairs, please?

- This way?

- Yes.

Thanks.

- Is this your first time?

- Yeah.

I've been doing this for two years now.

Hello.

Nerve-racking, isn't it?

Where are you from?

Everington. County Durham.

Durham? Isn't there an amazing cathedral?

I don't know. I've never been.

Up on the box, please.

Right. Bend over. Right down.

And come up.

Head down.

Tiny curvature here. Head down!

How tiny?

Might not be a problem.

Come on, keep coming.

- Right. Jump up, William.

- It's Billy.

Billy Elliot.

Two, three, and four.

Dad!

Dad! Dad, for f***'s sake!

I've changed me mind.

Get back in there. Don't be so stupid.

And you are?

Billy Elliot from Everington.

- I beg your pardon?

- Billy Elliot.

Yes, of course.

Well, come to the bar, please, Billy.

Left arm on the bar.

Feet first.

Arms second.

Demi-pli, and hold.

Now, Billy...

...we'd like to see you move to music.

Do you have a piece prepared?

Thank you.

Are you all right?

- What's the matter?

- It was a waste of f***ing time.

Don't be upset. It's only a stupid audition.

- It's all right.

- F*** off.

- There's always next year.

- Look, f*** off, will you?

You bent bastard!

What on earth's going on here?

How did it go?

Sh*t!

Mr. Elliot, I'm afraid that mutual respect

and self-discipline...

...are absolute prerequisites

for any pupil in this school.

Such displays of violence...

...cannot be tolerated

under any circumstances. Understand?

I realize we shall have to consider

this very seriously...

...and it will be bound to affect

our final decision.

Yes, well, just a few questions, then.

Can you tell us why you first

became interested in the ballet?

Don't know.

Just was.

Well, was there any particular aspect

of the ballet, which...

...caught your imagination?

The dancing.

He dances all the time.

Every night, after school.

Yes, well,

we have a very enthusiastic letter from...

...Mrs. Wilkinson, and she has...

...told us of your personal circumstances.

Mr. Elliot, are you a fan of the ballet?

I wouldn't exactly say I was an expert.

You do realize that...

...all pupils must attain

the highest standards, not just in ballet...

...but in their ordinary academic work?

No child can succeed without

the 100 percent support of the family.

You are completely behind Billy?

Are you not?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Do you want to ask us any questions?

No, not really. No.

In that case...

...we shall let you know in due course.

Just one last question.

Can I ask you, Billy:

What does it feel like when you're dancing?

Don't know.

Sort of feels good.

It's sort of stiff and that...

...but once I get going...

...then I, like, forget everything...

...and...

...sort of disappear.

I sort of disappear.

Like I feel a change in me whole body.

Like there's a fire in me body.

I'm just there...

...flying...

...like a bird.

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