I was dancing
when I was 12

I was dancing
when I was 12

I was dancing
when I was out

I was dancing
when I was out

I danced myself
right out the womb

I danced myself
right out the womb

Is it strange
to dance so soon

I danced myself
right out the womb

I was dancing
when I was eight

I was dancing
when I was eight

Is it strange
to dance so late

Is it strange
to dance so late

How

How-ow-ow

I dance dmyself
into the tomb

I dance dmyself
into the tomb

Is it strange to dance
so soon

I danced myself
into the tomb

Is it wrong
to understand

The fearthat dwells
inside a man

What's it like
to be a loon

Ah, no !

I liken it
to a balloon

How

How-ow-ow

I dance dmyself
out of the womb

I dance dmyself
out of the womb

Grandma.

Your eggs.

It's Billy.
I danced myself
into the tomb

Come on.

I danced myself
out of the womb

I danced myself
out of the womb

Is it strange
to dance so soon

Fuck !

You been playin' my records,
you little twat !
I never played naught.

Ow !
Knobhead !

If Dad knew you smoked
that stuff, he'd go mental.
Fuck off, will ya ?

Twat.

I danced myself
out ofthe womb

Here we go, Dad !
Come on, man.

Dad !

Hurry up, Dad.
We'll be late.

The whole friggin' world's
gonna be on that picket line
this mornin'.

Oi ! You tidy our room.
Dad !

There's not much
of this coal left.

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

Don't kid yourself.

I'm not waitin' for youse.

Tony. Tony !

See you down
the picket line, Dad.

Leave it, Billy.

Mam would've let us.

Your 50 pence
is on the fridge.

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

Scab ! Scab ! Scab !

Are you sure
you're not going to come ?

Am I fuck.
It's a load of bollocks.

No, it's not.
It's a load of shite,
kickin' people in.

Anyway, l don't know
why you bother.

- I'm good at it.
- Are you shite ? Them gloves--
They went out with the ark.

- They're me dad's, these.
- Exactly.

Right, lads.
Listen up here.

Hold it !
Oi, oi ! Here !

Now, because
they're using downstairs...

asa soup kitchen
for the strikin' miners,

I'm going to let
Mrs. Wilkinson...

use the bottom end
of the boxin' hall
for her ballet lessons.

So no hanky-panky.
Understood ?

Yes.
Elliot, you're late.

Get changed
and get in here.

Allright then, lads.

Give it all you got !
Round one.

Well, don't just
stand there, Elliot !

Oh, no ! Not again !

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

What're you doin', man ?
Hit him !

Greavesy, he's pissin' about.
Get stuckin and
give him a belt.

- He's like a fanny in a fit.
- Billy, hit him !

Jesus Christ,
Billy Elliot !

You're a disgrace
to them gloves, your father...

and the traditions
of this boxin' hall.

You owe us 50 pence.

Ho ! Liberace,
will you give it a rest ?

Billy, punch bag.

You're not goin'
until you do it properly.

Give these to Mrs. Wilkinson
and her dance class
when you've finished.

I'll see you next week.
Okay, girls.

Left hand on the barre.

Thank you,
Mr. Braithwaite.
And--

Pretty arms.

Bottoms in.

Where are you lookin',
Susan ?

Lift. Feel the music.
Feelit.

In time, Debbie, please.

And one, and two,
and three,

and four, and five,

six, seven, eight.

And one, and two,
and three,

and four, five--

Andhold.

Hold it.

Support your selves !
Don't look at me. Lookahead!

Where's your confidence ?
Come on.

And down.

Lovely.

Oh, God.

And, Debbie, eyes front.

And five, and six,
and seven, and stop.

For God's sake.
Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite.

Right into the center,
girls, please.

Miss ?
Miss, the keys.

Not now.

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

Fat chance.
Ready, and--

Port de bras forward.

And up.

Port de bras forward.

And up.

Why don't you join in ?
Port de bras forward.

And up.

Port de bras forward.

And up,
and hold.

And three, and four.

And, Debbie, straight leg.

Seven and eight.

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

Boots off.
Seven and eight.

What size are you ?
Miss, what about
the keys ?

Into the center.

Go on. Idareya.

Prepare.

And one, and two,
and three,

and four, and five,
and six, and--

And eight, and hold.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Ooh, what have we got
here, then ?

Heel out.
Drop your hip.

Nice... straight leg.

Good arch.

Turn that leg out.

Right. Class dismissed.

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

You owe me 50 pence.
No, I don't !

- You do. Why don't you
bring it along next week ?
- Can't. I'm goin' to boxin'.

- But you're crap at boxin'.
- No, I'm not !

Shut up.

Thought you enjoyed it.

Please yourself, darlin'.

I'm stepping out, my dear

To breathe an atmosphere
that simply wreaks with class

And l trust that
you'll excuse my dust

When l step on the gas

For l'll be there
putting down my top hat

Mussing up my white tie

Dancing in my tails

He was your mam's favorite,
was Fred Astaire.

We used to watch him
at the Palace Picture House...

and then dance round
the front room like lunatics.

Marvelous !

Mind, they used
to say...

I could've been
a professional.

Come on, Grandma.
Not now.
Ooh !

Grandma !

It's this one here !

Grandma !
It's over here !

Tony, do you ever
think about death ?

Fuck off !

Night-night, then.

Plenty of boys
do ballet, you know.

Do they now ?
What boys do ballet ?

Nobody around here,
but plenty of men do.

Poofs.
Not necessarily poofs.

Who, like ?
What about Wayne Sleep ?
He's not a poof.

He's as fit as an athlete.
Bet he couldn't beat
Daley Thompson.

Maybe not in a race,
but in stamina.

Why don't you come tomorrow ?
You can just watch.
I can't.

Gotta go to boxin',
haven't I ?

Please yourself, then.

See you around.

Aye. See ya.
Ta-ra.

Right, lads. Looksharp.

Everybody, out !

Turn, turn andstop.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

Armsare in fifth.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

Turn, turn andstop.

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

I don't know what to do.
Follow the orders.

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

Nice pretty arms.
And stop.

See ?
I told you it takes
loads of practice.

Debbie.
What, Mam ?

What do you call me ?
Miss.

Shove off.

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

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

Well, don't act like one.
Fifty "P," please.

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

Nah. You're all right.

Right.

What're you doin', goin' round
here like creeping Jesus ?
Naught.

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

Boxin'.
Where do you think ?

What're you doin' ?
I forgot me gloves.

They were
my dad's gloves.

You better take
better care of them, okay ?

Well, you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black

Don't look back
And l love you
Copy that diagram.

We only have five minutes left.
You're dirty sweet
and you're my girl

Ow !

Get it on
Bang agong

Get it on

Get it on
Bang agong

Get it on

Well, you're built
like a car
Hurry. This way.

You got a hubcap
diamond star halo

You're built
like a car, oh yeah
You go to ballet every week ?

Yeah, but don't
say aught.
Why do you take lessons ?

Why do you think ?
To get better, you diwy.

Do you get to wear
a tutu ?
Fuck off !

They're only meant
for lasses.

I wear me shorts.

You won't ask
for a tutu ?
What for ?

To dance in.
I'd look
a right dickhead.

I think you'd look wicked.

Get it on
Bang agong

Get it on
Come on.

Well, you're windy
and wild

You got the blues
in your shoes
and your stockings

You're windy and wild
Ohyeah

Well, you're built
like a car

You got a hubcap
diamond star halo

You're dirty sweet
and you're my girl

Get it on
Bang agong

Get it on

ldon't know why
you're lookin' at that.

You can't take that out
on a junior ticket.

Come on !

Get it on

Bang agong
Get it on

Get it on
Bang agong

Get it on
See you, then.

Take me

Okay, Billy Elliot,
into the center.

I want you to watch
carefully, girls.

First, arabesque.

Drop your shoulders.

Look forward,
beyond your finger tips.

There !

Spin it, Mr. Braithwaite.
Spin it !

Come on. Spin it !
Now, focus !

Look at yourselves !
Look in the mirror !

Ahh !

Christ Almighty,
what was that ?

Oi!
What's goin' on ?
Uh, nothin'.

Prepare, one and two.

Strong position.
Weight on both legs.

And... pirouette.

- And down.

Up you get.

Find a place
on that bloody wall...

and focus on that spot.

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

One, andtwo, and--
Fuck it.

Have you got
the spot ?

Prepare !

- Prepare.
Prepare.

Go !

Go ! Go !

Go !
Go, Billy!

What have ltoldyou
about that arm ?

Right.
Back to the barre.

You look like
a right wanker
to me, son.

Listen,Jackie.

Listen,Jackie.

It was just 50 pence
a session, you know.

I can do without it.
I do not do it for the money.

What are you talkin' about ?
The boxin', man.

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

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

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

Send him round to my house,
and I'll sharp knock some sense
into him.

Scab ! Scab !

Step open and balance.

Balance, balance.

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

Right.
Let's do it again.

Open...
and lift your chest.
Let's do it again.

Thank you,
Mr. Braithwaite.

Step open.
Open your arms. Do it.

Pay attention.

Arms. Like this.
All right ?

Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite.
Step really open !

Powerful! Proud!

You're not
concentratin'.
Yes, I am concentratin'.

You're not even tryin'.

- Can we have a go of it, Miss ?
- Let's do it again.

Have you noticed
anything weird about
our Billy lately ?

What, are you after
like a list ?

Aye, aye.

Got enough food there,
scab ?

What're you doin' ?
Eh ?

Scabs eat well, eh ?
You're me best mate.

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

Fucking hell.

We're all fucked
if you forget that !

We're fucked anyway!

ln a speech to
Tory M.P.'s yesterday,

Prime Minister
Margaret Thatcher...

referred to members of
the striking National
Union of Mine Workers...

as "the enemy within. "

The speech comes following
several months
of violent clashes...

between police officers
and striking miners--

See you, then.
Wait ! Y- Your breakfast--

What the hell's he up to ?

One, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

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

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

And a one, two, three.

Pas de bourree.

You, out! Now!

I beg your pardon ?

Please, Miss,

don't.

All right, which way
are we facing ?

Come on.

And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.

- 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 nana.

For girls.
Not for lads, Billy.

Lads do football or...

boxin' or...

wrestlin' !

Not friggin' ballet!

What lads do wrestlin' ?

Don't start, Billy.

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

You know perfectly well
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 l am ?

You know quite nicely !

What ?

What are you tryin'
to say, Dad?

You're askin'
for a hidin', son.

No, I'm not. Honest.

You are, Billy.
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 fucking ballet.

You can forget about
the fuckin' boxin' as well.

I'm bustin' my ass for those
50 pences, and you're-- No !

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

Good.

They used to say
I could have been
a professional dancer...

if l'd had the training.
Will you shut up ?

I hate you !

You're a bastard !

Get off !

Billy ! Billy !

Billy!

But you won't fool

The children
of the revolution

No, you won't fool

The children
of the revolution
No, no, no

Yeah

Aah !

You won't fool the children
ofthe revolution

No, you won't fool

The children
of the revolution

No, you won't fool

The children
of the revolution

No, you won't fool

The children
of the revolution

No way

No way

Oh, hello.

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

He stopped you
comin' 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 work
down the pit, then ?
Yeah.

Must be hard for the family
being out on strike.

He is out on strike,
isn't he ?
'Course.

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

Tom, don't.
If they had a ballot,
they'd be back tomorrow.

It's just a few
bloody commies
stirrin' things up.

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

Who doesn't ?

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

Some pits are just
uneconomical.

If it costs more money
topay everybody...

to dig the coalout
than you get for the coal
when you sell it,

what does that
tell ya ?
Don't know.

You wanna think about that,
don't you, son ?
Tom.

If it was up to me, I'd shut
the lot of'em down tomorrow.
For God's sake.

What do you do,
Mr. Wilkinson ?

He's been made redundant.

I thought he was gonna
hit me or somethin'.
Don't besilly.

He's just under
a lot of pressure.
That's what mam says.

I think it's because
he drinks too much.
Does he drink too much ?

He's always pissed.
Once he pissed himself.
Your dad ?

Because he's unhappy, because
they sleep in separate beds.

Why do they sleep
in separate beds ?
So they can't have sex.

Do they not have sex ?
Dad did it with
this woman from work,

but they don't think
I know.

Do you miss your mam,
then ?

Don't really miss her
as such.

It's more like
just feelin' sad.

Especially when I remember her
all of a sudden.

When I forgot that
she was dead and that.

What about your mam ?
Does she not have sex ?

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

She does dancin'
instead of sex ?

Your family's weird.
No, they're not.

They are, though.
They're mental.

Ow ! Get off !

Wow

See ?
You're a nutter, you.

Debbie ! It's time
for Billy to go home!

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

Okay, then.

Miss,
what have I blown ?

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

I've been thinkin' of
the Royal Ballet School.

Aren't you a bit old,
Miss ?

Ooh, not me. You !

I'm the bloody teacher !

They hold auditions
in Newcastle.

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

They're not interested
in how much ballet you know.

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

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

Express what ?

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

It would mean
an awful lot of hard work.

But I'm banned.

Then maybe I should have
a word with him.
No, Miss !

I could teach you
on your own, if you want.
We couldn't afford it.

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

But what about Dad ?
He doesn't need to know.

What about me boxin' ?
Oh, for fuck's sake, Billy !

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

All right,
don't lose your blob.

"Blob" ?

So we could do it
private-like ?

Just you and me.

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

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

Piss off, yourself.

See you Monday, then.

- Are you comin' in or what ?
- What are you doin' ?

Nothin'.
Just dressin' up.

Whose dress is that ?
Come on.

Whose dress is that ?
It's me sister's.

Did she give you it ?
She doesn't know.

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

Nah.
You're all right.

What're you doin'
that for?
I'm just tryin' it on.

Christ.

Come here.

Stay still.

There.
Won't we get
in trouble ?

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

He dresses up
in your mam's clothes ?

Only when he thinks
everybody's out.

Have you got
a tutu yet ?

Do you think being
a ballet dancer...

would be better
than being a miner ?
ldon't know.

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

What for ?
For to go
to ballet school.

- Ballet school ?
ls that in Newcastle ?
- London.

You'd have to move,
with your Tony and everybody ?

No. By meself.
That's a bit steep.

- Can't you be
a ballet dancer here ?
- Don't be stupid !

So, when you goin'
there, then ?

I don't know.
I haven't even got in yet.

What does
your dad say ?

He doesn't know.
Fuckin' hell!

- Are you not going
to tell him ?
- Not yet, anyway.

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

He couldn't.
What about our Tony ?

What do you reckon ?

I think
you shouldn't bother.
Why not ?

I'd miss you.

Fuckin' hell.

Brought your things ?

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

If they're special to you,
they're right.

What are they for ?

To give us some ideas
for a dance.

Come on, then.
Let's see' em.

What's that ?

It's a letter.
I can see it's a letter.

It's me mam's.

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

Here.

"To my son Billy.

"DearBilly.

"l know l must seem
like a distant memory to you,

"which is probably
a good thing.

"lt will have been
a long time,

"and I will have missed
seeing you grow.

"Missed you crying,
laughing,
"Laughing...

and shouting."
and shouting."

"l will have missed
telling you off.

"But please know
I was always there...

"...with you
through everything."

"with you
through everything,

"and I always will be.

"And I am proud
to have known you,

"and I am proud
that you were mine.

"Always be yourself.

I love you forever."

"Mam."

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

No, she was just me mam.

I brought tape and all.

What is it ?

"l Love to Boogie."

It's one of our Tony's.

We love to boogie

We love to boogie

Jitterbug boogie

Bolan pretty boogie

We love to boogie
on a Saturday night

Belinda Mae Fender's
got a Cadillac bone
Spin it ! Go on !

Jenny lost her cherry
walkin' all the way home

The passion of the earth
blasted its mind

Now it's neat sweet ready
for the moon based grind

We love to boogie
We love to boogie
on a Saturday night

I said
we love to boogie

We love to boogie
And tap. Go !

High school boogie

Jitterbug boogie

We love to boogie
on a Saturday night

Ohyeah

Whoo-whee !

Yee-haw !

You rattlesnake out
with your tailfeathers high

Jitterbug left
and smile to the sky

With your black velvet cape
and your stove pipe hat

Bebop baby
The dance is where it's at

I love to boogie

Yes, l love to boogie
on a Saturday night

I said
l love to boogie

I love to boogie

Jitterbug boogie
l love to boogie

Grandma, tea time.

Where are you goin' ?

Go back to sleep.

It's 4:00.

You weren't thinkin'
of taking it with you ?

You just wanna stand around
getting the shit
kicked out you,

that's your funeral.

But some of us are ready
to fight back for once.
They're already after you.

- You're no good to us in jail.
- I don't plan
on getting caught.

- What's going on ?
- You, get back to bed !

- Both of you!
- Fuck you.

Put it down.

You gonna stop me ?
I'm warnin' you.

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

Since mam died, you're nothing
but a useless twat! What the
fuck you gonna do about it ?

Stop it !

What the fuck
are you lookin' at ?

You haven't been practicin'.

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

Get up.

Miss, I can't do it.

That's because
you're not concentratin'.

I am concentratin'.

- You're not even tryin' !
- I am, Miss !

- Do it again.
- Can't.

You do it again.

No !

Shit !

I'm sorry.
It's allright
for you.

It's not you
who has to do it !
I know.

You don't know anything !
What do you know
in your posh house...

with your husband
that pisses his self?

You're the same as
everybody else. All you want
is to tell me what to do !

Now wait a minute!
Look, I don't wanna do
your stupid, fucking audition !

- You only want me to do it
for your own benefit !
- Look, Billy--

Because you're a failure !
Don't you dare talk to me
like that!

You don't even have
a proper dancing school !

You're stuck in
some crummy boxing hall.

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

Can I put a tape on, Miss ?

All right,
if you must.

It's cush, isn't it ?

So, is there a story,
then, Miss ?

Of course.

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

Sounds crap.

And this woman--
this beautiful woman...

is forced to be a swan.

Except for a few hours
every night...

when she becomes alive.

She becomes real again.

And then one night...

she meets this young prince,

and he falls in love
with her.

And she realizes...

this is the one thing
that will allow her...

to become a real woman
once more.

So then what happens ?

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

- So she has to be
a swan for good ?
- She dies.

Because the prince
didn't love her ?

Come on.
It's time to go.

It's only
a ghost story.

Come on !

No ! No, no.

It's me.

It's Billy.

Oh, little one.

Oi, little one.

What have I told you
about drinkin'
out of the bottle ?

Sorry, Mam.

Well, put it back.

One.

Lift and reach.

Down, and one.

Breathe and stretch.

Stretch, and one.

Lift and stretch.

Back, and one.

Lift, and
lengthen that foot.

And it's one.

Extend.

Reach out.

Lift and breathe.

And one.

Lift out...

and close.

And one.

Lift.

When's the audition,
then ?

Tomorrow mornin'.

I'll miss you
if you go away.

Who do you think's better ?
Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers ?

Billy, do you not
fancy us, like ?

Don't know.
Never really thought
about it.

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

No. You're all right.

Oh oh oh oh

Now get this

London calling
to the faraway towns
Get inside !

Now war is declared
and battle come down
The union leader ! Get him !

London calling
to the underworld
Get down !

Come out of the cupboard
you boys and girls

London calling
Nowdon't look to us

Phony Beatlemania
has bitten the dust

London calling
See we ain't got no swing

Except for the ring
of the truncheon thing

The lce Age is comin'
The sun'sz ooming in
Thanks, pet.

Meltdown expected
The wheat is growing thin

Engines stop running
but l have no fear

'Cause London is drowning
and l live by the river

London calling
to the imitation zone

Forget it, brother
You could go it alone

London calling
to the zombies of death
Shit !

Quit holding out
and draw another breath

London calling
andldon't wanna shout

But while we were talking
l saw you nodding out

London calling
See, we ain't got no highs

Here they come!
London calling
See, we ain't got no swing

Except for the ring
of the truncheon thing

Except for that one
with the yellowy eyes

The lce Age is comin'
The sun's zooming in

Engines stop running
The wheat isgrowing thin

A nuclear error
But l have no fear

'Cause London is drowning
and l
Tony !

I live by the river

Tony, go back !

I never felt so much
a'like, a'like

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

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