Billy Elliot (2000) Edit

Ahhh!

All right, bend over. Right down.

All right, don't lose your blob.

All right, which way are we facing? Come on.

ALL: Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!

Always be yourself.

And a happy Christmas to you, too.

And a one, two, three, and a turn.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

And all those other things.

And close.

And come up. And up.

And down.

And down.

And eight, and hold.

And first.

And first. Carry on. Fifth.

And five, and six, and seven, and stop. For God's sake.

And focus on that spot.

And four, and five,

And four, and five, and six, and...

And four, five.

And he falls in love with her.

And he's called Norman. (LAUGHS)

And I am proud that you were mine.

And I am proud to have known you,

And I will have missed seeing you grow.

And I'm gonna organize a concert.

And if you go anywhere near him again, I'll smack you one, you middle class cow!

And it will be bound to affect our final decision.

And it's one.

And one, and two, and three,

And one, and two, and three,

And one, and two, and three, and four, and five.

And one, two, three, four,

And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

And one.

And one.

And she has told us of your personal circumstances.

And she realizes,

And shouting.

And tap. Go!

And the pressure of all of this caused the plants and trees to change into coal.

And the traditions of this boxing hall.

And then dance round the front room like lunatics.

And then round the corner came this wallaby.

And this woman, this beautiful woman,

And three, and four. And, Debbie, straight leg.

And up, and hold.

And what good's it gonna do him? You're not taking him away.

And you come around here talking shite!

And,

And, Debbie, eyes front.

And, pirouette.

Anyway, I don't know why you bother.

Are absolute prerequisites for any pupil in this school.

Are you sure you're not going to come?

Aren't me hands cold?

Aren't you a bit old, Miss?

Arms second.

As the enemy within.

Aye, aye.

Aye, for your nana.

Aye, see you. Ta ra.

Aye.

Back, and one.

Ballet school? Is that in Newcastle?

Ballet.

Because the prince didn't love her?

Because you're a failure!

Bet he couldn't beat Daley Thompson.

Between police officers and striking miners...

Billy Elliot from Everington.

Billy Elliot.

Billy, hit him!

Billy, punch bag.

Billy, your family are here.

BILLY: Can I put a tape on, Miss?

BILLY: George said we can have another whip round.

BILLY: I think I'm scared, Dad.

BILLY: It's cush, isn't it?

BILLY: What are they for?

BILLY: Whoo!

Billy!

Blob?

Blows what, Miss?

Boots off. Seven and eight.

Both of you!

Boxing or

Boxing. Where do you think?

BOY 1: This your first time? BOY 2: Yeah.

Breathe and stretch.

But he is my son, isn't he?

But I'm banned.

But please know that I was always there.

But some of us are ready to fight back for once.

But today Billy missed a very important audition.

But what about Dad?

Can I ask you, Billy,

Can I help you?

Can we have a go of it, Miss?

Can you tell Billy Elliot that his family's here?

Can you tell us why you first became interested in the ballet?

Can't smoke on here, mate. These are private buses.

Can't you be a ballet dancer here, like?

Can't.

Can't. I'm going to boxing.

Christ almighty! What was that?

Christ.

Christ. Is that all you think about?

Come here.

Come on, Billy. I'll drop you off at the corner.

Come on, Grandma. Not now.

Come on, then. Let's see them.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. It's time to go.

Come on. Spin it! Now, focus!

Connie.

Dad did it with this woman from work, but they don't think I know.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad! Dad, for fuck's sake!

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad.

Dad. Come on, man. We're gonna be late.

Dad's right, you know.

Dance, you little twat!

Dear Billy.

Debbie, eyes front. Seven and eight.

DEBBIE: Get off!

Debbie?

Debbie.

Demi plié, and hold.

Do it again.

Do they not have sex, like?

Do you have a piece prepared?

Do you miss your mom, then?

Do you think being a ballet dancer would be better than being a miner?

Do you understand?

Do you wanna try? You can have one of me mom's.

Do you want to ask us any questions?

DOCTOR: Up on the box, please.

Does he drink too much, like?

Doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know?

Don't be silly. He's just under a lot of pressure.

Don't be so stupid.

Don't be stupid!

Don't be stupid. Me dad does it all the time.

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

Don't kid yourself.

Don't know.

Don't know.

Don't know.

Don't know. Never been.

Don't know. Never really thought about it.

Don't pick on me 'cause you fucked up your own life!

Don't really miss her as such. It's more like just feeling sad.

Don't start, Billy.

Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Don't you dare!

Don't.

DOORMAN: Show's just started.

Down.

Drop your shoulders.

Durham? Isn't there an amazing cathedral?

Durham's little Gene Kelly.

Elliot, you're late.

Everington, County Durham.

Except for a few hours every night

Excuse me.

Excuse me. This is not for my gratification.

Express what?

Fat chance. Ready, and...

Fifth. Second.

Find a place on that bloody wall,

First I knew about it. He's never got the gloves off.

First rule of a union, Gary. You never cross a picket line.

First. Fifth.

Five, six, seven.

For fuck's sake, Dad! You can't do this, man!

For girls. Not for lads, Billy.

For God's sake.

For God's sake.

For the Royal Ballet School.

FOREMAN: Hey, fellow. Name. You.

FOREMAN: Right, you, name.

FOREMAN: Surname.

Forget about it. You're dreaming. Look at youse.

From now on you can forget about the fucking ballet.

From now on, you stay here and look after your nana. Got it?

Fuck it.

Fuck off!

Fuck!

Fucking great Christmas this has been.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell. Are you not going to tell him?

Fucking scrabbling round for 50 pences.

GEORGE: All them 50 pences.

GEORGE: How! I'm gonna have a raffle at the welfare.

GEORGE: Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot!

GEORGE: Listen, Jackie.

GEORGE: Listen, Jackie.

GEORGE: Merry Christmas, everybody!

GEORGE: Right, lads. Look sharp. Everybody, out!

GEORGE: The lads will always dip into their buckets if we ask them.

George. George. There's somebody in the club.

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

Get changed and get in here.

Get off!

Get up.

Give us a hand.

Give us the bag.

Give us them here.

Go home, Son.

Go on. Have some.

Go on. I dare you.

Go! Go!

Good arch.

Good.

Got enough food there, scab?

Gotta go to boxing, haven't I?

Grandma, tea time.

GRANDMA: He was your mom's favorite, was Fred Astaire.

GRANDMA: Toast!

Grandma!

Grandma! It's over here!

Grandma.

Greavesy, he's just pissing about. Now, get stuck in and give him a belt.

Have a safe journey home.

Have you any idea of what we're going through?

Have you got a tutu yet?

Have you got the spot?

Have you never been, like?

He couldn't. What about our Tony?

He did it! He fucking did it!

He doesn't know.

He might be quite pleased about it. He could rent your room out.

He promises to marry her and then goes off with someone else, of course.

He stopped you coming to classes.

He won't grow up to race whippets, or grow leeks, or piss his wages up the wall!

He's always pissed. Once he pissed himself.

He's as fit as an athlete.

He's been with me...

He's got the chance to dance. Now, you're fucking telling him not to.

He's got the chance to dance. Now, you're fucking telling him not to.

He's just a fucking little kid.

He's like a fanny in a fit.

He's only 11, for fuck's sake. He's a kid.

He's only a bairn! What about giving him a childhood?

Heel out. Drop your hip.

Hello!

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Hold it! Oi, oi! Here!

Hold it.

Hold it.

Home time. Debbie, get the 50p's.

How do I look?

How much is it gonna cost?

How tiny?

Hurry up.

Hurry. This way.

I always will be.

I am concentrating.

I am, Miss!

I beg your pardon?

I brought tape and all.

I can do without it. I don't do it for the money.

I can see it's a letter.

I changed me mind.

I could have been a professional dancer.

I could teach you on your own, if you want.

I didn't come here to be patronized.

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

I don't know why you're looking at that.

I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham.

I don't know.

I don't know. Second. Like a princess.

I don't plan on getting caught.

I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.

I forgot me gloves.

I got in.

I hate you!

I haven't come here to defend meself.

I haven't seen hide nor hair of your Billy for months.

I know I must seem like a distant memory to you,

I know.

I Love to Boogie.

I love you forever.

I never played naught.

I quite like it.

I realize we shall have to consider this very seriously,

I should get the fucking Social on to you.

I shouldn't worry. It won't last long.

I suppose so.

I think you should calm yourself down, son.

I think you should get yourself a trade, son.

I think you shouldn't bother.

I think you're good enough to go for it.

I thought he was gonna hit me or something.

I used to go to ballet.

I was gonna say something, but I thought it might be embarrassing.

I was talking about the auditions.

I wear me shorts.

I will have missed telling you off.

I will. Honest.

I wouldn't exactly say I was an expert.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I'd miss you.

I'd never be good enough. I hardly know aught.

I'll give you the money for the fare.

I'll handle this myself.

I'll miss you if you go away.

I'll see you next week.

I'm busting my ass for those 50 pences, and you're... No!

I'm going to let Mrs Wilkinson

I'm just there, flying.

I'm just trying it on.

I'm not doing it for the money, Billy.

I'm not having any brother of mine running around like a right twat for your gratification.

I'm not waiting for youse.

I'm sorry, Son.

I'm telling you, the whole frigging world's gonna be on that picket line this morning.

I'm the bloody teacher.

I'm warning you.

I've been doing this for two years now.

I've been in a fucking cell all night,

I've been thinking of the Royal Ballet School.

If Dad knew you smoked that stuff, he'd go mental.

If it costs more money to pay everybody to dig the coal out

If it was just the 50 pence a session, you know,

If it was up to me, I'd shut the lot of them down tomorrow.

If they had a ballot, they'd be back tomorrow.

If you just wanna stand round getting the shit kicked out of you,

If you want to piss about with your little mates, that's fine with me.

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

If you're a fucking ballet dancer, then let's be having you.

If you're not coming again, give us your shoes.

In time, Debbie, please.

Is forced to be a swan.

Is that absolutely necessary? Walk normal, will you?

Is that the lot, then?

Is this a friend of yours, then?

It was a waste of fucking time!

It's 4:00.

It's a letter.

It's a load of shite, kicking people in.

It's about a woman who's captured by an evil magician.

It's all right for you. It's not you who has to do it!

It's all right, Billy. I heard it from Debbie.

It's Billy.

It's Billy.

It's fine. We'll be digging it up again next month.

It's for wee Billy! He may be a fucking genius for all we know!

It's French.

It's fucking freezing in here.

It's how you move and how you express yourself that's important.

It's just a few bloody commies, stirring things up.

It's just, I've got this audition in Newcastle in a couple of weeks.

It's just... I feel like a right sissy.

It's me mom's.

It's me, Michael. Remember?

It's not even enough for the bed and breakfast, man.

It's not just poofs, Dad.

It's one of our Tony's.

It's only a ghost story.

It's perfectly normal.

It's sort of stiff and that, but once I get going,

It's the capital city.

It's this one here!

Jackie Elliot.

Jackie, man. Here.

JACKIE: (CRYING) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

JACKIE: Scabs eat well.

JACKIE: They're already after you, for fuck's sake.

JACKIE: We'll miss the bus, Billy.

JACKIE: What are you doing, going around here like creeping Jesus?

JACKIE: Yeah, William.

Jackie.

Just 'cause I like ballet

Just you and me.

Keep going, girls!

Lads do football or

Leave it, Billy.

Left arm on the bar. Feet first.

Left hand on the bar.

Let's face it. They haven't got a leg to stand on.

Let's give the boy a fucking chance!

Liberace, will you give it a rest?

Lift and breathe.

Lift and stretch.

Lift out,

Lift.

Like a bird.

Like electricity.

Like electricity.

Like I feel a change in me whole body.

Like there's fire in me body.

Little one.

London.

Look at him! He's only 11, for fuck's sake!

Look at the state of us, man. What we got to offer the poor sod?

Look at them gloves, man. They went out with the ark.

Look at yourselves! Look in the mirror!

Look forward, beyond your fingertips.

Look, Billy...

Look, fuck off, will you!

Look, I don't wanna do your stupid fucking audition!

Look, it was just...

Look, it's just a matter of the trip to London.

MAN 1: Paul.

MAN 1: What the fuck is he doing, Tony?

MAN 2: Just get him out of here, Tony.

MAN 4: Fucking hell. I never thought I'd see you down here.

MAN: Come on, lads. Dig deep for the miners.

MAN: I beg your pardon?

MAN: Mr Elliot, I'm afraid that mutual respect and self discipline

MAN: Stand by, please.

MAN: Thank you.

MAN: Tony!

MAN: Well, in that case,

Marvelous!

Maybe not in a race, but in stamina.

Maybe you could run away or something.

MEN: (CHANTING) Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!

Merry Christmas.

Michael Caffrey, if you have got something to say,

MICHAEL: Billy! Billy, come on!

MICHAEL: Come on.

MICHAEL: Dance!

Mind, they used to say I could've been a professional.

Miss, I can't do it.

Miss, I can't do it.

Miss, I just came to tell you.

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

Miss, what have I blown?

Miss, you don't fancy me, do you?

Miss? Miss, the keys.

Missed you crying, laughing,

Mom would've let us.

Mom would've let you.

Mom.

Mr Elliot,

Mr Elliot, are you a fan of the ballet?

MRS WILKINSON: All right, if you must.

MRS WILKINSON: Brought your things?

MRS WILKINSON: Debbie! It's time for Billy to go home!

MRS WILKINSON: Four, five, six, seven, eight.

MRS WILKINSON: I know this might be difficult for you,

MRS WILKINSON: If they're special to you, they're right.

MRS WILKINSON: Into the centre.

MRS WILKINSON: Okay, Billy Elliot, into the centre.

MRS WILKINSON: Okay, girls.

MRS WILKINSON: See you Monday, then.

MRS WILKINSON: Step open and balancé, balancé, balancé.

MRS WILKINSON: To give us some ideas for a dance.

MRS WILKINSON: Turn, turn, and stop. One, two, three. One, two, three.

Must be hard for the family, being out on strike.

My dad will kill me if he knows I'm here.

My hands are freezing.

Nah. You're all right.

Nah. You're all right.

Nerve racking, isn't it?

Nice pretty arms. And stop.

Nice, straight leg.

Night night, then.

No child can succeed without the 100% support of the family.

No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't. Now, piss off.

No, I'm not. Honest.

No, I'm perfectly serious.

No, it's not.

No, not me. You!

No, not really. No.

No, she was just me mom.

No, she's unfulfilled. That's why she does dancing.

No, they're not.

No!

No!

No! No. No.

No! Not again!

No? So piss off.

No. By meself.

No. Look, they're not interested in how much ballet you know.

No. You're all right.

Nob head!

Not after all this time! Not after everything we've been through!

Not as much as you might think. Maybe two grand.

Not frigging ballet.

Not just in ballet, but in their ordinary academic work.

Not now.

Not yet, anyway.

Nothing.

Nothing. Just dressing up.

Nothing. Just warming your hands up.

Now wait a minute!

Now, because they're using downstairs as a soup kitchen for the striking miners,

Now, Billy, we'd like to see you move to some music.

Now, give it all you got! Round one.

Of course.

Of course.

OFFICER: Go on. Get in there! Off you go, mate!

OFFICER: Keep back!

OFFICER: Right, this is for Court Four.

OFFICER: Robert Taylor.

OFFICER: The union leader! Get him!

Oh, Billy!

Oh, no one's trying to patronize you. You're being ridiculous.

Oi! Dancing boy!

Oi! Little one.

Oi! You tidy our room. Dad!

Okay, right, we don't have time for this.

Okay, then.

One, and two, and...

One, lift and reach.

One, two, three, four...

One, two, three, pas de bourrée.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Turn, turn, and stop.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Where are those arms?

Only when he thinks everybody's out.

Ow!

Pay attention. Arms. Like this. All right?

Piss off yourself.

Please yourself, darling.

Please yourself, then.

Please, Miss.

Please. Please, don't do this to me. Dad, we'll find him some money.

Please. Please.

Plenty of boys do ballet, you know?

Plié, first.

Port de bras forward,

Port de bras forward, and up.

Port de bras forward.

Prepare, one and two.

Prepare.

Prepare. One, two. And one, and two...

Pretty arms.

Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher

Reach out.

Referred to members of the striking National Union of Mineworkers

Right, Mr Braithwaite. The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.

Right, now I want you to watch carefully, girls.

Right.

Right. All right. Jump up, William.

Right. All right. Jump up, William.

Right. Back to the bar, girls. And again. Thank you.

Right. Back to the bar.

Right. Class dismissed.

Right. Let's do it again.

Right. Spin it, Mr Braithwaite. Spin it.

Scab! Scab! Scab!

Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!

School. It's where they teach the ballet.

Second, and down.

Second, and down.

See you around.

See you down the picket line, Dad.

See you, then.

See you.

See?

See? I told you it takes loads of practice.

See? You're a nutter, you.

Seven and eight.

She dies.

She does dancing instead of sex?

She meets this young prince,

She must've been a very special woman, your mother.

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

Shit!

Shit!

Shorty. You.

Shove off.

Shut it!

Shut up, Debbie! One, two, three. One, two, three.

Shut up, you poof.

Shut up.

Since Mom died you're nothing but a useless twat.

So no hanky panky. Understood?

So she has to be a swan for good?

So then what happens?

So they can't have sex.

So we could do it private like?

So what's it like, like?

So, do we get the pleasure of your company next week?

So, is there a story, then, Miss?

So, when you going there, then?

Some ballet dancers are as fit as athletes.

Some pits are just uneconomical.

Sorry, Miss.

Sorry, Mom.

Sorry.

Sort of disappear.

Sort of disappear.

Spin it! Go on!

Stay still.

Stretch, and one.

Strike's over, Jackie. The union caved in yesterday.

Strong position. Weight on both legs.

Such displays of violence cannot be tolerated under any circumstances.

Support yourselves! Don't look at me. Look ahead!

TEACHER: So, gradually, over hundreds of thousands of years...

TEACHER: They were crushed as well,

Than you get for the coal when you sell it, what does that tell you?

Thank you, Mr Braithwaite.

Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. And...

Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. Step open. Open your arms. Do it.

Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. Step really open!

Thanks for everything you've done for Billy.

Thanks, George.

Thanks.

That's a bit steep.

That's all right with you, is it?

That's because you're not concentrating.

That's what Mom says. I think it's because he drinks too much.

That's your funeral.

The best of luck, Billy.

The dancing.

The miners. It stands to reason, doesn't it?

The Royal Ballet?

The speech comes following several months of violent clashes

Then I forget everything.

Then maybe I should have a word with him.

Then whip your head round, and come back to that spot. Prepare.

There!

There.

There's always next year.

There's not much of this coal left.

They hold auditions in Newcastle.

They teach you that. That's why they're a ballet school.

They used to say I could have been a professional dancer

They were my dad's gloves.

They're me dad's, these.

They're only meant for lasses.

Things change.

This is it.

This is man to man combat, not a bloody tea dance.

This is ridiculous.

This is when you go out and find life,

This'll sound strange, Billy, but for some time now

Thought you enjoyed it.

Three, four, five...

Tiny curvature here. Head down!

To dance in.

To my son Billy.

Tom, don't.

TOM: I've heard a lot about you.

Tomorrow morning.

Tony Elliot, George Brunton,

Tony, come back!

TONY: Billy, there's no money left. Get that through your head, man!

TONY: Fuck off!

TONY: George, you know there's nothing left. Stop putting ideas in his head, man!

TONY: Get down!

TONY: Here we go, Dad! Come on, man.

TONY: I'll miss you.

TONY: Let's go home, Dad.

TONY: Sheila's not got that kind of money. She can't even keep the soup kitchen open.

TONY: Thanks, pet.

TONY: What sort of a teacher are you?

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

Tony. Tony!

Turn that leg out.

Twat.

Two, three, and four.

Use the bottom end of the boxing hall for her ballet lessons.

Wanker!

Wayne Sleep?

We couldn't afford it.

We found your nana in the Spar stores. Where have you been?

We shall let you know in due course.

We used to watch him at the Palace Picture House,

We'll find it for him.

We're all fucked if you forget that!

We're going back.

Well, don't act like one. Fifty p, please.

Well, don't just stand there, Elliot!

Well, for all we know, you could be some fucking nutter.

Well, glad to see you've come to your senses.

Well, if I don't like it, can I still come back?

Well, maybe it's all for the best.

Well, Merry Christmas, everybody.

Well, put it back.

Well, that blows it.

Well, was there any particular aspect of the ballet

Well, you wanna think about that, don't you, son?

What about that Wayne Sleep? He was a ballet dancer.

What about that Wayne Sleep? He's not a poof.

What about your mom? Does she not have sex?

What are you after, like, a list?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you trying to do, make him a fucking scab for the rest of his life?

What are you trying to say, Dad?

What choice have we got?

What do you call me?

What do you do, Mr Wilkinson?

What do you mean?

What do you reckon?

What does it feel like when you're dancing?

What for?

What gave you that impression?

What happened to the dinosaurs, Miss?

What have I told you about that arm?

What have we got here, then?

What is it?

What lads do wrestling?

What on earth is going on here?

What the bloody hell are you doing here?

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

What the fuck are you looking at?

What the hell's he up to?

What?

What? Can't hear you.

What? Fuck off, will you?

What're you doing that for?

What're you doing?

What're you doing?

What's going on, Billy?

What's going on?

What's that?

What's what like?

What's wrong with ballet?

What's wrong with ballet?

When she becomes alive.

When she becomes alive.

When she becomes real again.

When's the audition, then?

Where are you from?

Where are you going?

Where are you looking, Susan?

Where'd you get it?

Where's your confidence? Come on.

Which caught your imagination?