Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #8

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Well, that must have come

as a shock to the system.

Who is it, Mum?

Bugger off, Debbie, will ya?

I know I shouldn't have come.

Not at all, it's Christmastime.

Good will to all men and all that.

Look, would you like to come in?

I just need to know,

is he actually good enough?

For what?

I don't know, for the school, the audition.

Well, we'll never know, will we?

Maybe he'd have gotten in.

Maybe he'd have joined the Ballet Rambert.

Maybe he'd end up on the scrapheap,

like everybody else.

How the hell should I know?

Nothin' we can do then.

Wait!

Actually, we could still get him

to an audition in London.

Well, it's not too late, then?

No.

How much is it going cost,

this ballet school lark?

Maybe five grand a year.

Plus, living expenses.

Sometimes the local authority

pay the tuition costs.

Five grand?

I was talking about the audition.

Oh, it's nothing. 20 quid or something.

- Mum!

- Five grand!

We haven't even got the money

for a bus fare to London.

If it's just a question of the bus fare...

Mum!

Piss off, Debbie. I'm busy.

I don't want your money.

I didn't come here for charity.

He is my son.

Oh, for Christ's sake,

when are you going to get over

your pig-ignorant working class pride?

The kid is gifted. He's got a chance.

What have you got to offer him? Mining?

This town has had it. It's finished.

You're fighting a battle

that was lost years ago.

I'm not the enemy, Mr Elliot.

We're all in this together.

So for God's sake, talk to me.

Let me help.

I want to thank you for everything

you've done for our Billy.

I really appreciate it.

Is that it?

Yeah.

This is ridiculous.

Why don't you come inside...

I'm the one who got us into this mess!

I'll be the one who'll get us out of it.

Oi, Sandra!

Well, stuff you, then. See if I care.

Merry bloody Christmas.

Right, let's be having you. Gormley.

Here.

Davidson.

Aye.

Summers. Summers?

I haven't seen you before.

Jackie? Jackie Elliot.

Christ, I never expected to see you here.

Aye, well, things change.

Well, I'm glad to see

you've come to your senses, mate.

Piss off, man, will ya?

Howay, then. All aboard the Skylark.

Scab, scab, scab, scab,

scab, scab, scab, scab...

F***ing scab bastard!

F*** ya!

You f***ing scab bastard!

You f***ing scab!

You f***ing scab!

Dad!

Dad, what are you doing, man?

Dad!

I can't take this any more, So

It's tearing me apart

It's lost, we're finished,

man, we're through

I need to give the kid a future

I need to look him in the eye

And believe me, Son, I'd

do the same for you

You can't give in now, Dad.

We've all been out a year.

I'll never be able to talk to you again

You can't do this to me, Dad.

You can't do it to yourself.

He's just a kid, he's only just a bairn.

But he could be a star for all we know

And we don't know how far he can go

And no one else can give what I can give

What the f*** are you talking about, man?

No one else can give what I can give

Dad!

He could go and he could shine

Not just stay here counting time

Son, we've got the chance to let him live

We have got the chance to let him live

This isn't about us, Dad.

It's not about the kid.

It's all of us, this is everybody's chance.

It's everybody's future

It's everybody's past

It's not about a bairn who wants to dance

It's about our history.

It's about our rights.

Think about the sacrifice we've made

It's what you always taught us

since I was a kid

Please, Dad, don't let that passion fade

For Christ sake, Jackie.

But he could be a star...

Oh, f***ing hell!

...for all we know

And we don't know how far he can go

It's about our history.

It's about our rights.

And no one else can give what I can give

It's what you always taught us!

No one else can give what I can give

Go f*** yourself!

We're all in this together, Jack

There is another way

All for one. And one for all

Take this and this

And this and this

And this and this

And this and this

Don't worry, lad, we'll never let you fall

He could be a star for all we know

And we don't know...

I don't know...

So we'll give

all that we can give

We will all give all that we can give

We will go and we will shine

We will go and seize the time

We will all have pride in how we live

Yes, we'll all have pride in how we live

That makes 19 pounds, 17 and a half pence.

And 12 pesetas.

It's not enough for the bloody bus fare.

Don't forget about the 30 pound

from the 50p's.

You can't do that, man.

I thought that was for a new bag.

Well, we'll be supporting the arts!

Just because we're a boxing club

doesn't mean we're a bunch of Palestines.

Eh?

Philistines!

Anyway, you're wasting your time, man,

scrabbling round for 50p's.

Hey! I've worked hard for them 50p's.

You've never done a hard day's work

in your life, man.

Anyway, we're not scrabbling round.

We've nearly got enough.

You haven't nearly got enough, man.

You haven't even got enough

for the ruddy B and B, man.

This is bloody hopeless.

What the hell do you want?

I don't want any trouble.

Yeah, well, get out then,

'cause we don't have scabs in here.

Here, son.

What's this?

- It's for the bairn.

- Yeah?

I don't f***in' think so, give us it.

- We're not taking anything from you.

- Hang on a minute!

No. We don't have dirty money in here.

But it would pay for everything.

For Christ sake, Tony.

Give the bairn a chance, man.

We're not taking it.

Scab!

There must be hundreds here.

Can we use it, Dad?

Go on, then. Do your audition.

What's left here, eh?

We're screwed.

They've already started going back.

Go on, take the f***in' money.

Go to London.

What's the point in trying

to keep the community together?

What's the point

in trying to keep your pit open?

What's the point in trying

to keep your family together anyway?

- Tony.

- No.

So, can we use it, Dad?

We will go and we will shine

We will go and seize the time

We will all have pride in how we live

We will all have pride in how we live

- We will always stand together

- We will all have pride in how we live

In the dark, right through the storm

- We will stand shoulder to shoulder

- Yes, we'll all have pride

- To keep us warm

- In how we live

Is this it?

Well, they said on stage.

Whoa!

Oi, Dad, look!

That man looks like Arthur Scargill.

He does, doesn't he? Look, look, look.

He's even got the comb-over and everything.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Name?

Name?

Billy. Billy Elliot.

And your son's name, Mr Elliot?

I beg your pardon?

You are here for the auditions?

No.

No, man. He's Billy Elliot.

Occupation?

He's still at school.

No. Your occupation.

I'm a miner.

Gosh.

You mean you actually go underground?

Not at the minute, like. We're on strike.

Right, This way, please.

Just the children.

We're holding the auditions on stage today.

Thank you.

Frightfully nerve-wracking, isn't it?

I beg your pardon.

Frightfully nerve-wracking.

Do you know, sometimes,

I think I get more nervous

at these things than my Thomas.

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