Billy Elliot Page #3

several months of violent clashes...

...between police officers

and striking miners.

- See you, then.

- Wait. Your breakfast...

What the hell's he up to?

One, two, three, pas de bourre.

And one, two, three, and a turn.

And one, two, three, pas de bourre.

You, out!

Now!

I beg your pardon?

Please, Miss.

Don't.

All right, which way are we facing?

Come on.

And one...

...two, three, pas de bourre.

Ballet?

What's wrong with ballet?

What's "wrong" with ballet?

It's perfectly normal.

"Perfectly normal"?

I used to go to ballet.

See?

Aye, for your nanna.

For girls, not for lads, Billy.

Lads do football, or...

...boxing, or...

...wrestling.

Not frigging ballet.

What lads do wrestling?

Don't start.

I don't see what's wrong with it.

You know exactly what's wrong with it.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you bloody well do.

Who do you think I am?

You know quite nicely.

What?

What are you trying to say, Dad?

- You're asking for a hiding, son.

- I'm not, honest.

You are, Billy.

It's not just poofs, Dad.

Some ballet dancers are as fit as athletes.

What about that Wayne Sleep?

He was a ballet dancer.

- Wayne Sleep?

- Aye.

Listen, son, from now on

you can forget about the f***ing ballet.

You can forget about the f***ing boxing,

as well.

I'm busting my ass for those 50 pences,

and you're...

No, from now on you stay here,

you look after your nanna.

Got it?

Good.

They used to say I could've been

a professional dancer, with some training.

Will you shut up?

I hate you!

You're a bastard!

Get off!

Billy!

Hello.

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

He's stopped you coming to classes.

It's not his fault, Miss.

That's all right with you, is it?

I suppose so.

You should stand up to him.

You don't know what he's like.

Well, that blows it.

- Blows what, Miss?

- Debbie.

I've heard a lot about you.

Durham's little Gene Kelly, eh?

Your dad worked down the pit, then?

Yeah.

Must be hard for the family,

being on strike.

He is out on strike, isn't he?

Of course.

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

Tom, don't.

If they voted, they'd be back tomorrow.

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

Let's face it,

they haven't got a leg to stand on.

Who doesn't?

The miners.

It stands to reason.

Some pits are just uneconomical.

If it costs more to pay everybody

to dig the coal out...

...than you get for it when you sell it,

what does that say?

I don't know.

You wanna think about that,

don't you, son?

Tom.

If it was up to me,

I'd shut them all down tomorrow.

For God's sake.

What do you do, Mr. Wilkinson?

He's been made redundant.

- I thought he was gonna hit me.

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