Kinky Boots Page #5

- For two.

- Two. Right here.

- I'll just use your toilet.

Toilets, yes,

just down the stairs on the left.

Richard.

Oh, Christ.

It's Charlie Price.

Oh, no. Absolutely. From Prices, yeah.

Didrt expect to see you at La Conceria.

Not one of your normal haunts this,

is it?

We're having a meeting.

It's about business.

Business? God.

Never lets up, does it? Same with me.

They're running away.

Charlie boy.

Sorry I'm late.

You know how it is.

I'm sitting with all my dresses

on my bed, thinking,

"Is it hot in Milan? Is it cool?

Does it get cold at night?"

Thank you.

You couldn't get me a Bloody Mary,

could you?

Bloody Mary for the lady.

The whole potholing thing,

I didn't mean it.

I don't think it will go tits up.

I mean, the show. The routine.

Wait till you see what

I have planned for the catwalk.

- If we market it...

- Lola.

It's not just us who'll go for 'em.

There's a whole club scene...

- Stop.

- What?

People are staring.

Come on, what do you want?

I don't think anybody's staring.

You are a man in a frock in Northampton.

They're staring.

Even if they're not looking,

they're staring.

I'm a Northampton shoe designer,

Charlie.

Yeah, You're that as well.

You're also a man in a dress.

You make it sound as if I put this on

because of the lack

of a pair of trousers.

Is there a part of you

that actually believes that, Charlie?

I don't know why you wear dresses

and I don't think you do either.

I didn't realise

I was causing you trouble.

Forget it. All right.

You are a very good designer.

You'd like me to come and design

then disappear when I'm me.

You is the designer. This is not you.

This is you in a dress, looking daft.

You don't have to.

I don't know what you think.

If this is about dodging

what sex you get off on...

If you think you are

somehow being mystical,

being the best of either sex,

I have to tell you, Simon...

Simon.

Stood there in a frock right now

you look like the worst bits of both.

Stop hiding. Be brave.

Decide one way or the other.

For my sake, tomorrow, please,

turn up looking like

the picture on your passport.

I can't change what I want, Charlie.

I cannot change what I want.

I can't do that.

George.

Hey. No Lola.

- George.

- Mr Price.

Are we all set?

Did she say she was gonna be late?

No, actually she said

she was gonna fly out with the girls.

- What, from London?

- Lola.

Funny, isn't it?

They look quite dead like this.

Don't worry, George.

It'll be a different story tomorrow.

Look. That's us.

The Milan main catwalk.

The Angel girls

wearing our boys, eh, Charlie?

You know, as Lola would say, there's

a slight chill in the air, Charlie.

- And I'm getting worried...

- I had an argument with her.

- What?

- With Lola.

Last night in the restaurant. See...

She turned up in a dress and I just...

She didn't go to London, did she?

She didn't get on a plane at all.

Lauren. There was a bloke

that wanted to buy the factory.

Richard Bailey. He was with Nicola

at the restaurant and I just...

All that does not apply to me.

What applies is that there is

nobody here to wear our boots

that we have worked our arses off

to get here, Charlie.

OK. I... Yes, I am sorry,

but it's just I felt

somehow useless as a man.

Sitting there in the restaurant,

I felt somehow useless as a man.

So here we are again.

Charlie Price, standing in front of me,

saying, "It's not my fault.

What can I do?"

- Hello, this is Lola.

- Lola.

I'm not here now. Well, I am

here, but you know what to do.

Lola, when you pick this up,

this is a Charlie from Northampton.

OK, we have the exhibitors, please?

For Prices?

That's me.

And the dressers?

That's me.

The models?

That's you as well, isn't it?

George. OK, he's all set.

He looks fantastic.

- ... Prices.

- Go.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please take

your seats for the Prices collection.

Does he look sexy?

He does to me, George.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please take

your seats for the Prices collection.

OK? OK.

This is it, it's you, Mr Price.

Sh*t.

You keep lying

When you oughta be truthir

And you keep losir

when you oughta not bet

You keep samir

when you oughta be changir

Now what's right is right

But you ain't been right yet

These boots are made for walking

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots

are gonna walk all over you

I once met a man

with a sense of adventure

He was dressed to thrill

Wherever he went

He said,

"Let's make love on a mountain top"

"Under the stars, on a big hard rock"

I said, "In these shoes?"

"I don't think so"

Here I am looking for crime

I'm looking for some action

What I have a million times

Will give you satisfaction

So don't you mess around with me

You won't know what to do

Cos I'll put on my cha cha heels

And walk all over you

Gimme gimme cha cha heels

All I want is cha cha heels

Gimme gimme cha cha heels

If I don't get my cha cha heels

I'll walk all over you

Zippir up my boots

Goir back to my roots, yeah

To the place of my birth

Back down to earth

I'm homeward bound

Got my head turned around

Zippir up my boots

Goir back to my roots

Come on, Lauren.

Stand by your man, Lauren.

Thank you.

Lola, this is a Charlie

from Northampton.

I'm looking at a shoe fair programme

with a big gap where you should be.

But I have to say,

unlike most people,

wherever you leave,

you leave a gap, Lola.

You will in Northampton.

You have in Milan.

Listen, if people ever tell you,

you look half a man,

you gotta remember, that's fine.

I mean,

I don't know what half a man is.

I don't know what the hell a man is.

But I know that

if it involves being brave,

you are more of a man than

I will ever be. Goodbye, Lola.

Don't think that's why I came.

I came for the adulation.

Why am I leaving you?

I'm afraid in life,

Lola has always been drawn

to the most exciting,

the most daring,

the most sexy.

There is tell of a mystical place,

far north of here,

called Northampton.

Exciting, because

it contains a shoe factory

struggling to survive

against all the odds.

Daring, because it's run

by a man brave enough to recognise

that a factory is its people,

not its bricks.

And sexy,

well, because now I work there.

And the craftsmen of fantasy,

for ladies, gentleman,

and those of you who are yet...

...to make up your minds.

Tonight I give you,

the Kinky Boot Factory.

Yes sir I can boogie

If you stay you can't go wrong

I can boogie

Boogie woogie

All night long

No sir, I don't feel

very much like talking

No neither walking

You want to know if I can dance

Yes sir,

already told you in the first verse

And in the chorus

But I will give you

one more chance

Yes sir I can boogie

But I need a certain song

I can boogie

Boogie woogie

All night long

Yes sir I can boogie

If you stay you can't go wrong

I can boogie

Boogie woogie

All night long

Yes sir I can boogie

But I need a certain song

I can boogie

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