Kinky Boots Page #4

just take a stand.

All the big boys hire the main runway,

so we will need that.

I mean, we need Milan to go like, pow.

Like the two of did

that night at The Angel, yeah?

I mean we need to take

The Angel Club to Milan.

We will take

The Angel Club to Milan.

Well, you wouldn't put a frock on.

If you don't want to get off

with blokes, why put a frock on?

Thing is, Mike, ask any woman

what she likes most in a man.

Compassion, tenderness, sensitivity.

Traditionally the female virtues.

Perhaps what women secretly desire

is a man who is fundamentally a woman.

- He's coming.

- Right.

Hello, Don. Tell me,

what do you think I could do

that would make me more of a man?

Look, a piece of paper down here.

Why not write down what you think

would make me more of a man

and I'll write down what I think

would make you more of a man?

If I do what's on yours,

you do what's on mine, right?

Piss off.

Fine.

So, is our Don a man, do you think?

Well, he dresses like one.

- Good answer.

- I was pleased with it.

Great, love. Go home.

Come on, Don. Be a man.

- You don't have to do this.

- I do. You know why?

Cos what Dors written on my paper

is a bloody walk in the park

compared to what I've written.

We've 24 hours.

I could do without industrial unrest.

Calm down, it's not boxing.

Sorry.

Play.

So, the...

Yeah, well...

Why'd you stop?

I wouldn't want you

to walk into the factory

and feel that people

didn't respect you, Don.

I wouldn't want anyone else

to know what that feels like.

Change your mind about someone.

Nice one, champ.

Get the beers in?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, Christ.

How much does that buy us?

The main runway,

from between 4.30 to 5.00.

After Closerie and before Tricker's.

OK. Hi. Listen, I'm sorry.

We can't afford it.

Just...

- How much for the dancers?

- Well all this is Lola's estimate

for the Blue Angel boys and expenses.

Could you get it for under 20,000?

- Well, why 20?

- Could you?

- Why 20?

- Because that is what the bank

will give me against my house.

Hello?

What?

- Take it.

- Pronto.

At least one Mr Price didn't sit around

saying, "What can I do?"

Take it.

Come on.

Tea break finished five minutes ago.

Come on, you know where that goes.

How are you getting on, George?

Why, it's surprisingly easy

if I just imagine Pat wearing 'em.

Is it?

George. There's an indentation

in the leather. Bin it. Do it again.

I don't care, redo it.

- What if they're not assembled?

- They will be.

It's four o'clock.

They'll have to work over.

This is bloody Milan.

You don't get marks for effort.

Caffeine. Give us a hand, would you?

I needed a break

from Mr Shouty back there.

He's just tense, all right?

What?

Are you aware that you do that?

That you instinctively defend him?

Look at those puppies.

You know,

Charlie's dad used to have this theory

that you could tell everything

about a person from their shoes.

- Right. Come on, then.

- Oh, no.

Cheap but happy.

Very eager to please.

All right, all right.

Those, those, look.

Shiny but dull.

Oh, my God.

- Hello, Lauren.

- Hello, Nicola.

I love those shoes.

- Charlie's treat?

- Yeah, once upon a time.

What?

A girl can live with so many

once-upon-a-times

before she finally

has to buy them herself.

It's not like that with the factory,

is it?

- Sorry?

- Well, Charlie.

He said he was gonna save it.

Most guys would have gone,

"Hey, what can I do?"

Fallen at the first hurdle,

let alone remortgage their house.

You should see him in that factory.

It's like it's made him

twice as determined.

I'm sorry. Remortgaged the... what?

How are we?

No.

For God's sake, Melanie.

This is Milan.

These seams aren't straight.

You're rushing it.

Pardon?

You're gonna have to unpick

all this and start again.

Thought that might...

This is Saturday.

- You've got enough completed.

- No, I haven't.

Some of us have got

a life outside this factory.

You're gonna have

a bloody lot more of it in a bit.

Mel, you don't understand.

This is Milan.

It's Mil...

How do you know what Milan is?

You don't know. You're guessing.

Perhaps you'd have it finished by now

if you hadrt made us

undo every single bloody stitch.

But, Mel, they werert good enough.

- They were good enough for your dad.

- But I'm not my dad.

Hey. I'll tell you what, Charlie Price.

Never a bloody truer word.

Mel. We have to leave

at six in the morning. Please.

A word, Charlie.

I'm actually in a bit of a crisis here.

I think so.

Is it not bad enough

you're making this kind of crap

thinking you'll save the factory?

But the fact

you remortgaged the house...

- What?

- Charlie, Lauren didn't realise.

Our house. No one will ever say

I didn't stand by my man, Charlie.

I've done it. I'll stand by you now.

Just... a reason.

- Nicola.

- Give me a reason.

- Down there.

- Looking at you, Charlie Price.

Give me a reason. Standing here.

Making porn-wear for hermaphrodites.

Hermaphrodites have both sets

of reproductive organs.

Get out.

Where was it for London?

All this money?

Don't. Flat the size of a postage stamp,

because we have to be careful, Nic,

- but hey bloody presto...

- London was for you.

London was for us.

You wouldn't spend

another five grand on us,

but you'll bloody remortgage the house

to keep people we don't know in a job.

I do know them.

It's you that doesn't know them.

Because you never come in here.

I've already had to fire 15 of them and

they were the 15 worst times of my life.

- So sell it.

- Nicola.

I don't...

Do they know

your dad was gonna sell up?

You know? Even your dad.

Have you told them that?

I don't care what he was gonna do.

I don't care

that he was gonna sell the place.

OK. I, here, me, now. Charlie Price,

doesn't actually enjoy

making people redundant.

And if you can't hear a reason yet,

then maybe you won't ever get it.

Maybe you won't ever get me.

Maybe Nicola Marsden

will never ever quite get Charlie Price.

Maybe I won't.

Oh, sod it.

It's probably my fault. Putting Dad up,

making some hero out of him.

You shouldn't do that.

I suppose I just didn't wanna be

the last photo in the line, you know?

The Price who left nothing.

Maybe you shouldn't

judge it in bricks, Charlie.

Maybe you judge

what you leave behind

by what you inspire in other people.

Charlie?

'Scuse me. 'Scuse me please.

Coming through.

Coffee? Cup of tea?

Charlie.

Did you get them to do this?

Rather rose to the challenge

of changing his mind about someone.

You?

No, Charlie. You.

Here we go.

My God.

Hey, everyone.

The man from Milan, he say yes.

Cheers.

- Come on, Lauren.

- No.

He's had quite an impact

on us girls, hasn't he?

Charlie Price.

I saw a documentary once.

Potholers. They'd have a celebration

the night before they went down

in case they never came out.

Of course, now Northampton

is the perfect venue.

- I...

- A little warning.

The answer is, "I'd love to, Lola."

Stop it.

- Table for one?

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