by Tiger Aspect
Production Company/WT2 Production Company in
2000
Screenplay: Lee Hall
Director:
Photography by Stephen Daldry : Brian Tufano
Starring: Julie Walters (as Mrs. Wilkinson), Gary Lewis (as father), Jamie Draven (as Tony), Jamie Bell (as Billy) ), Stewart Wells (played by Michael)
Award: The film won the 73rd (2001) Academy Awards for Best Director, Best Supporting Actress, Best Original Screenplay 3 nominations; Golden Globe Award for Best Story Film and 2 nominations for Best Supporting Actress; British Academy Awards for Best Actor, Best Picture, and Best Supporting Actress.
Compilation: Oriental
Subtitles:
Daytime 1984 in the Durham Coal Mining District in Northeast England . Interior view. Elliott’s home. Billy/Tony’s bedroom
record player close-up.
Billy's hand enters the camera, takes out the "T Rex" record from the turntable, and places it carefully on the turntable. He gestured his fingers, lowered the stylus, but quickly lifted it.
"Damn!" Billy cursed softly and put the stylus on the record again. A beautiful melody flowed out: I started dancing when I was 12...
Billy stepped over the bed, turned around, and jumped up and down.
Billy jumped higher and higher.
(Slow motion) Billy jumps from below, facing forward.
Billy jumped from below and turned to the left.
Billy leaped to the right, raising his legs at the same time, gesturing with his right hand...
Daytime·Interior·Elliott’s Kitchen
With the "bang" of the timer, Billy pushed open the half-covered door and hurried in. He took the spoon from the console, walked to the stove, and scooped out the boiled eggs from the pot. Then he turned around and walked to the dining table to pour the egg into the egg cup, but the second egg accidentally fell into the breakfast plate. "Damn it!" Billy murmured softly, picking up the egg, and it was so hot that he hugged it back and forth with both hands, and he put the egg on the egg cup.
Billy picked up a glass plate from the breakfast plate, approached the operating table, placed it next to the toaster, turned around and sat on the table with his hands supported, and carried the plate. A piece of toast pops out of the oven, and Billy catches it with a tray, then jumps off the table and walks to the dining table. At the same time, he hasn't forgotten to hit two plastic bags hanging down the clothesline with his head.
Billy put the toast and a medicine bottle on the breakfast plate, threw the spoon aside, took the plate and walked to the sliding door on the right. He stopped in front of the door, bent down and strenuously opened the door with his forehead.
Daytime·Interior·Grandma Elliott’s room
Billy straightened up and was stunned. I saw that grandma's bed was empty, with the quilt spread out at the end of the bed.
"Oh, no!" He hurried back to the kitchen, around the dining table, two eggs and egg cups were smashed out one after another, and fell on the floor.
Billy threw the plate on the table, turned and ran out.
During the day, location, back alley,
Billy rushed out of the small door behind the house, and ran to the courtyard door with his head down. A little blonde girl leaned on one leg on the low wall at the door. Billy didn't notice her at all, stopped hesitating and looked to the right, then turned his head and strode uphill.
During the day, location,
Billy Tianye stopped under a green hillside and looked around anxiously. Suddenly seeing grandma walking towards the mountain from the back, Billy was overjoyed and chased the mountain.
Billy ran behind her grandma and stopped, and put a hand on her shoulder gently and cried out: "Grandma..."
Grandma was still taken aback and turned around quickly.
"Your eggs are ready." Billy held his grandma's hand softly: "I'm Billy. Let's go." After speaking, he took her hand and walked back, turning back to look after her from time to time.
At the same time, several police cars stopped on the hillside one after another.
Billy and grandma gradually disappeared on the way down the mountain. At the top of the mountain, a group of police officers armed with riot gear climbed up the hillside in a police car.
Night·Interior View·Billy/Tony’s bedroom
Billy is lying on the bed reading a comic book, and Tony is also leaning against his bed with headphones on.
Suddenly, he took off his earphones, sat up and cursed softly, "Damn it!" He put down the cannabis in his hand, raised the stylus, and yelled at Billy, "You moved my record, little idiot. ? "
he turned his head Bi Lima on defense:" I did not move over. "
Tony got up and walked over to his bed, his hand grabbed a comic book, used to beat his brother. Billy cried out with pain.
"Don't read it." Tony threw the book away angrily, returned to his bed and sat down.
Billy saw him pick up the marijuana from the turntable and said, "If Dad knew you smoked that thing, he would go crazy."
"Listen, get out of you." Tony put on the headphones and cursed, "Little idiot."
Billy turned around unconvincingly, turned off the bedside lamp, covered the quilt and lay down. Tony put the stylus back on the record again and sat back to its original position.
Morning·Interior·Grandma Elliott’s room
Billy is sitting in front of the piano, leaning forward and pressing the keys.
Tony (outside the picture): "Go, Dad. Hey, hurry up."
Grandma sat on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
"Dad." Tony walked over, took the jacket off the hook, glanced into the room, and continued to urge his father: "Hurry up, dad, we're going to be late." He put on his jacket: "I'm sure. Just this morning, the whole fucking world is about to be turned over by strikers."
Billy continued to lean on the piano and press the keys.
Tony Billy (outside the picture): "Clean up the house! Dad!"
Father: "There is not much coal."
Tony disagrees: "It's okay, we can dig next month."
Father: "Don't deceive yourself."
Tony picked up the slogan that read "Strike" from the chair, turned and squinted at his father, rolled up the slogan, and said, "I'm not waiting for you."
His father turned and shouted: "Tony...Tony!"
Tony clasped the rolled slogan, walked across the corridor, without looking back: "See you at the picket line, Dad."
Father turned his head and lowered his eyelids: "Don't flick," Billy."
Billy stopped and looked at his father: "Mom will let me play."
Father pondered for a long while, stood up suddenly, raised his hand and closed the piano cover with a "bang" and walked out.
The grandma leaning on the bed saw this scene, holding her cheeks, and making a "humming" sound in her mouth.
Billy slowly opened the lid and pressed his fingers lightly on the keys.
Dad (outside the picture): "Your 50 pence is on the refrigerator." He stood in the corridor and leaned over to glance at his son and walked away.
Billy looked up at the photo of his mother and the family of four on top of the piano.
During the daytime, location, coal mine/picket line
miners gathered together, and repeatedly shouted: "Sergeant! Sergeant! Sergeant! Sergeant!..."
A riot police car whizzed past, followed by a truck. Tony was also caught among the workers, shouting angrily at the passing truck. On the opposite side, a line of police officers clinging to riot shields stood by, watching the developments closely.
Daytime · Location · Boxing Gym/Dance School
Michael sat cross-legged on the trash can. On the wall behind him was a sign saying: Everlington Boys Club.
Billy stood by the door with a pair of boxing gloves around his neck and kept pushing a door. The door hit the wall and bounced back. At this moment, Greaves strode over, gave Billy a push, and walked in the door.
Billy resisted the door and lowered his head to Michael: "Are you really not going?"
Michael turned his head and glanced at him: "I'm stupid? That's all nonsense."
Billy continued to fiddle with the door: "No, no. "
Michael (outside the painting): "It's nonsense and deceitful." A
few more boys came one after another, passing in front of Billy into the hall. Michael continued: "Besides, I don't know why you are bothered."
Billy: "I'm good at that."
"You stupid!" Michael looked at Billy, "Look at those gloves, man. They are all out of date. "
This is my dad's." Billy said angrily, slamming the door aside, and got into the hall.
Michael: "That's right." The
door banged against the wall, then bounced back and slammed shut.
Daytime·Interior view·Boxing gym
coach George walked towards the boys in the ring. A late boy ran out of the court out of breath, put down his bag and began to change his clothes.
George yelled from the stage: "Okay, lads. Uh, come and listen." He jumped over the rope, stepped into the court, and continued: "Stop for a while."
Billy walked slowly toward that side. go.
George pointed to the other side of the hall: "Because they use the following as a food place for strike miners..." Billy stopped, turned and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Next to a small door on the opposite side, several girls in tutu are helping luthier Mr. Braithwaite to pull the piano with a trolley.
George (outside the picture): "...I plan to make Mrs. Wilkinson..."
Billy walked to the ring, turned and sat down.
George said to the boys with gestures: "...Use one end of the boxing gym to take a ballet class." He paused, looked at them one by one and said, "So, don't be naughty. Do you understand?"
"Listen. Understood." The boys replied in unison.
George said to Billy condescendingly: "Elliott, you're late...change your clothes and come here."
On the other side of the hall, Mr. Braithwaite was standing in front of the piano doing preparations, and the girls were sitting. Talking and laughing on the floor on the side.
Billy's father stood on the floor, peering in through the fence, rubbing his hands and eager to try.
George (outside the picture): "Alright, lads. Come on, highlight what you have learned."
Billy stood in the corner of the boxing ring, clutching the rope tightly.
"The first round." George issued a password and stepped forward.
Greaves stared at Billy without squinting, slowly raising his fists. George stood on the corner of the platform, looking at Billy. Billy took a few steps forward and stopped to watch his opponent.
George couldn't help but say (outside the picture): "Hey, don't just stand up, Elliott."
Billy shook his fists quickly. Greaves frowned and expressed dissatisfaction. Then, Billy actually "danced", leaned back on the rope, bounced, flipped...
George shouted (outside the picture): "Oh no, don't do this set again. This is a one-on-one fight. It's not a fucking tea party."
Greaves lowered his arms dismissively. Billy leaned back on the rope and tossed, then ran past George.
"What are you doing, man?" George stepped back, leaning on the rope. He turned to Greaves: "Hit him!"
On the other side of the hall, Debbie was standing among the girls with her arms folded, watching Billy's comical tolerance.
George (outside the picture): "Greeves, he's just messing around. Come on, start quickly and give him a stinky beat. He looks like a maiden." As
soon as the voice fell, there was a message from the other side of the building. Father's shout: "Billy, hit him!"
Billy hurriedly looked back at his father. The father made a heavy punching gesture outside the fence. When Billy turned around, Greaves' punch was already in front of him. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
George (outside the picture): "God, Billy Elliott... You shame these gloves. Your dad is the elder of the boxing world. You owe us 50 pence." Billy lay on the ground facing the sky, panting. With roughness. He settled, turned sideways and stared ahead.
George to the luthier Braithwaite (outside the picture): "Wow! Libreth, please stop, okay?"
Outside the fence, his father pulled his hair with his hands in frustration. Billy was still lying on the ground and staring ahead.
George (outside the picture): "Billy...sandbags."
Not long after, Billy beat the sandbag hard. George overturned the rope and jumped off the boxing ring. Billy saw the coach approaching and pushed the sandbag towards him. George hugged: "Don't go until you get it right." After saying that, he pushed the sandbag back to Billy. Billy grabbed the sandbag and muttered softly: "Damn."
Then, George took it from his jacket pocket. He took out a bunch of keys and threw them to Billy: "After you practice, give them to Mrs. Wilkinson and her dance class. See you next week." After that, he turned and left.
Mrs. Wilkinson’s voice-over: "All right, girls. Put your left hand on the pole."
Billy straightened his helmet and pushed the sandbag aside.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite."
Billy pushed the dangling sandbag.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Also..."
Looking across the drop ball and the partition wall, Mr. Braithwaite was sitting in front of the piano, Mrs. Wilkinson stood beside him with a cigarette in hand, and said to the girls. Said: "...nice arms." She glanced to the left, took a puff of cigarette, then lowered her head to read the newspaper: "Press it down a bit."
Billy grabbed the sandbag and stared at it.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Where do you look, Susan?"
Billy took a step back and let go of the sandbag.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "Lift up. Find the feeling of music. Experience it."
Billy's body swayed in tandem with the swaying sandbag.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Keep up with the rhythm, Debbie. One, two, three, four... five, six, seven, eight."
Billy "dancing" around the sandbag.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two, three, four, five..."
Billy grabbed the sandbag, hugged it tightly, and pressed his face to it.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Keep still. Hold on."
Billy looked forward motionless.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Support yourself. Don't look at me, look forward. Where is your faith? Come on."
Billy loosened the sandbag.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Let it go."
Billy walked towards them and looked carefully.
Mrs. Wilkinson looked at the girls: "Excellent." Then she rolled her eyes in disappointment and said softly, "God."
Billy stood between the two mirrors, and Debbie glanced at him while dancing.
"Debbie, look ahead. Five, six, seven, stop. Goodness."
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite." The
girls turned around.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Okay, please go to the middle, girls." The girls obediently turned and left. Debbie paused and turned around. Mrs. Wilkinson came over, turned her back to Billy, and lit the lighter with a "slap".
Billy approached her and held up the key: "Miss...Miss, the key."
Mrs. Wilkinson lit a cigarette without looking back: "Not now." She turned to the luthier: "That's right, Braith Mr. Waite,'the sun will be out tomorrow'...the chance is slim." He said and walked away.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Ready..." Billy walked forward slowly. "...Arm exercises, forward, lift up."
Debbie and the girls practiced holding the bar, and Billy walked over to the bar and put his hands on it.
Mrs. Wilkinson faced the girls: "Practice arms, forward, raise."
Debbie turned to Billy: "Why don't you practice together?"
Mrs. Wilkinson stopped and looked at them: "Arms forward , Lift it up."
"No." Billy chose to watch.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "Arms forward up. Hold on and don't move."
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Three, four...Debbie, straighten your legs. Seven, eight. One, two, three... "
The camera moves from the girls' feet in white dancing shoes to Billy's boxing boots-he also jumps in between the girls.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "...Four or five, take off your boots!" Her right foot is on Billy's feet: "Seven or eight. What size do you wear?"
Billy (outside the picture) : "Miss, what about the key?"
Mrs. Wilkinson said to everyone (outside the picture): "Come in the middle." The
girls answered.
Billy shook his feet and squatted down to unlace his shoes. A pair of ballet shoes were thrown from above, and Mrs. Wilkinson's voice followed: "Put it on if you have it." Billy picked up the shoes.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Get ready!" A
moment later. Looking through the girls' arms, Mr. Braithwaite was sitting in front of the piano and playing, and Mrs. Wilkinson shuttled among the dancing girls with a cigarette in between.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "One, two, three...four, five, six..." She took a breath: "Eight, hold on." She stopped: "Stay... hold on." Then she turned around. Look at Billy: "Stay steady."
Billy's legs trembled in disobedience.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Oh, what's going on here?" Billy rushed forward with a strange look.
Mrs. Wilkinson bent down and said, "Heels back...hip down."
Billy looked down at her every move, feeling quite unnatural.
"Very good..." Mrs. Wilkinson supported his calf, fingers passing his toe: "...Straighten the leg. The arch is good." She held Billy's leg and turned gently: " Legs rolled outwards."
Before Billy could react, she suddenly let go of her hand. Billy's legs dropped to the ground.
Mrs. Wilkinson took the cigarette from the girl next to her and turned forward: "Okay, class is over. Go home."
Billy looked at her back, feeling baffled. When he turned around, he found Debbie watching him.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Debbie, take 50 pence."
Evening · Exterior · Street
Billy walked along the country road with a stick in his hand and hit the bushes by the road with it as he walked. He ran a few steps, and when he was about to turn into the road, a car honked its whistle and drove over.
Seeing that it was Mrs. Wilkinson, Billy lowered his head and continued on his own path. Mrs. Wilkinson slowed down and drove next to him, and Debbie was in the passenger seat.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "You owe me 50 pence."
Billy pleaded, "No, I don't."
Mrs. Wilkinson: "You owe it. Why don't you bring it next week?"
Evening · Interior View · Will Mrs. Kinson’s car,
Billy, looked at her through the open window and answered, “No, I want to
punch .” Debbie interrupted, “But your punch was very bad.” Mrs. Wilkinson immediately used it. The look stopped her.
Sure enough, Billy turned around and shouted at Debbie: "No, it's not right!"
"Shut up." Mrs. Wilkinson intercepted Debbie's words, stopped the car, and looked at Billy solemnly: " I thought you like ballet."
Billy gasped hard , without comment.
Mrs. Wilkinson turned and stared ahead: "It's up to you, my dear." After she finished speaking, she stepped on the gas and stalked away.
Billy watched the car go away and disappeared down the slope.
The singing of Fred Astaire resounded outside the painting.
Billy stood in the middle of the road, waving the wooden stick in his hand...
than tapping the ground with the stick... than
kicking the stick with his foot and pushing it onto his shoulders...
Billy looked forward and lightened his left foot. Tap the ground...
Daytime·Interior·Grandma Elliott’s room
Fred Astaire is singing on the TV screen. After he sang, he danced with his companions.
During the day, location, hilltop
Billy took his grandma's hand and walked along the horizon.
Grandma: "Your mother's favorite is Fred Astaire. We used to go to the cinema to see him. Then we danced in the living room like a madman. It's great!" She couldn't help but stop when she talked about her energies. The footsteps made a gesture to Billy who was continuing to walk forward: "Also, they used to say that I found a job."
Grandma stood between the two big chimneys trying to pose for a dance.
Billy approached her with a bunch of wild flowers in his hand: "Let's go, grandma, not at this moment." He took grandma's hand and dragged her forward. Suddenly
during the daytime, location and cemetery
, Billy let go of his grandma's hand and ran. When he reached a tombstone, he dropped the wildflowers in his hand, knelt down, picked up two spray cans and threw them away.
Some black paint was sprayed on the tombstone.
The inscription reads: Jenny Elliott, who died on December 2, 1983, at the age of 38, Peter's wife and mother of Anthony and William. We will always love you
Billy spit on the cuffs of his coat, leaned on the tombstone, tried to wipe the paint off it, but wasted effort. Billy sighed and drew a pair of scissors from his trouser pocket to cut the weeds in front of the monument.
Not far away, grandma wandered in front of a tombstone. As soon as Billy looked up and saw her, he yelled: "Grandma!" He stood up and stepped forward and shouted, "This is it."
Grandma, as if he hadn't heard, bent down and touched the tombstone beside him.
Billy stood still and continued to shout: "Grandma! Here!"
Night·Interior view·Elliott’s Billy/Tony’s bedroom in the
darkness, Billy lay sideways on the bed, and Tony was also facing the sky with his hands on his back.
Billy: "Tony...Have you ever thought of death?"
Tony exclaimed impatiently: "Shut up!"
Billy paused, "Well, good night." He didn't say a word anymore, and pulled the quilt upward.
Daytime·Exterior view·Street
The wall on the side of the street is covered with posters with the words "strike". Debbie was holding a short wooden stick and using it as he walked across the wall beside him, while tilting his head to convince Billy: "You know, many boys do ballet."
Billy followed from behind: "Yes. Are there any boys dancing?"
Debbie: "Not here, but many men dance."
Billy disgusted: "Homosexuality."
Debbie immediately retorted, "Not necessarily all homosexuality." The
two of them patronized. Speaking, I didn't notice that there was a team of heavily armed riot police lined up in the corner. Debbie's sticks slashed across their shields.
Billy: "Who? An analogy?"
Debbie: "Where is Wayne Sleep? He is not gay. He is as fit as an athlete." The
two looked at each other.
Billy: "Uh, he must not be able to beat Daley Thomson."
Debbie: "Maybe he can't compete with him, but he has better endurance." The two said as they walked past the police team, Debbie's stick was heavy. He drew on the wall again, "Why don't you come tomorrow? You can just watch it there."
"No." The two stopped in front of a huge billboard, Billy insisted: "I have practiced boxing. , Isn't it?"
Debbie: "That's fine, it's up to you."
Billy turned and crossed the street and walked to the other side of the street.
Debbie shouted behind him, "Goodbye."
"Ah, goodbye...bye." Billy turned his head and looked at her.
At this time, a police car happened to pass by. Billy turned his head and continued walking, Debbie disappeared from behind the car.
In the evening · Interior · Grandma Elliott's room
Billy sits in front of the piano, gently pressing the keys with one hand.
In the evening, interior view, boxing gym/dance school
boys hurried out of the cubicles. Coach George’s voice came from outside the painting: "Well, lads, be nice. Come here."
Billy hung upside down on the compartment door. He probed and saw that his companions ran to the right, while several girls in tutu ran from the right to the left. He then stood up and opened the door, with boxing gloves hanging around his neck.
Billy looked to the right, turned around and hung his gloves on the hook.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Turn, turn, stop. One, two, three, one, two, three."
Billy ran out behind the girls.
After a while, among the girls who raised their arms and beating, Billy shrank his head and turned around in circles at a loss.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Five, arms raised."
Billy tried hard to imitate the movements of the girls.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two, three, one, two, three. Turn, turn, stop."
Billy stopped to watch them jump.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two, three, one, two, three. Where do you put your hand?" Billy turned and walked out of the girl.
Mrs. Wilkinson squeezed a cigarette and watched the girls. Billy walked up to her: "I don't know how to do it."
" Do it like someone else." Mrs. Wilkinson said lightly, her eyes turned away: "Shut up, Debbie!"
Billy turned to look. Looking at the girls.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two, three, one, two, three. How beautiful the arms are. Stop."
Billy dodges the girls' wild dancing arms and walks into them.
Later. Billy sat on the long bench wearing a pullover. Debbie hopped over and sat down beside him.
Debbie: "Look, I told you that it takes a lot of training."
Mrs. Wilkinson stepped on the bench from the left. "Debbie?" She stopped beside Billy, leaning back against the wall, and quietly made a "leave" gesture to Debbie.
Debbie knowingly
asked , "Why, mother?" Mrs. Wilkinson: "What do you call me?"
Billy turned his head and looked back and forth at both of them.
Debbie: "Teacher."
"Go away." Mrs. Wilkinson gestured again.
Debbie stood up and Billy picked up his bag.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "Oh, are you coming next week?"
Debbie reluctantly walked away, and Billy packed up his things and said, "It's just... I feel like a second-handed man."
"Forget it ." . Give me 50 pence." Mrs. Wilkinson said, reaching out to him.
Billy immediately reached into his jacket pocket and took out a coin to her. Mrs. Wilkinson did not stop, and then said, "If you don't come anymore, return the shoes to us."
Billy hesitated for a moment and turned to her: "No...you are right."
"Okay." Will. Mrs. Jinsen finally achieved her goal and got off the bench and walked away. Billy took his ballet shoes out of his bag and looked at them.
In the evening, the interior view. Elliott's staircase aisle
Billy tiptoed up the stairs with his ballet shoes, glanced downstairs, and turned into the bedroom. He pulled off his schoolbag from his shoulders and threw it on the ground, knelt on the edge of the bed and threw the mattress over, picked up the ballet shoes and put them on the mattress. Then he stepped onto the bed and knelt down on one leg to reach for the mattress.
At this moment, a question from his father suddenly sounded at the door: "What are you doing, why are you sneaking?"
Billy was taken aback, and quickly turned back on the bed to cover the ballet shoes, looked up at his father and replied hurriedly: "No What are you doing." In the
evening, interior view. Billy/Tony’s bedroom
father put his hand on the door frame and continued to ask: "We found your grandma in the small supermarket. Where have you been?"
Billy: "Fist, you think Where have you been?"
Father: "What are you doing?"
Billy leaned over to look under the bed and sighed, "I forgot to wear boxing gloves."
Father: "The boxing gloves belong to my father. You'd better keep them carefully. , Okay?" After speaking, he took a mouthful of cigarettes.
Billy was still lying on the bed pretending to be looking for gloves, then raised his head to see his father go away, and then safely got up and pulled over the mattress and put it back on the bed, pressing the dancing shoes. He walked to the door, leaned out and looked at the exterior, then bowed back and closed the door.
Daytime · Interior · School Classroom
Billy sat tilted at the desk with his right arm resting on Michael's desk behind him thoughtfully. Michael also leaned his forehead listlessly.
Teacher (outside the picture): "Copy the diagram. We only have 5 minutes."
Seeing that Billy was in a daze, Michael hit him on the back of the head with a ruler. Billy snorted, turned his head and slapped him on the arm.
Daytime·Interior view·School locker room
Billy sits on a stool and Michael stands behind him.
Billy put on his shoes, and Michael jumped off the stool and ran out.
Billy got up, walked hurriedly to the mirror, turned to stare at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath and walked out.
Daytime · Location · Wilderness/Tunnel
Michael and Billy ran through the low bushes one after another.
Several boys ran up the mountain. Michael stopped and turned back and leaned against the tunnel wall. Billy followed afterwards, slowed down and approached him.
Billy stopped and turned around. Michael greeted him: "Hurry up, here."
Michael turned and ran along the slope towards the tunnel entrance. Billy followed.
Mike: "So, you go to ballet class every week?"
A small river passes under the tunnel. Billy and Michael slid to the side, gingerly holding the wall forward.
Billy replied: "Yes, don't
tell me." Michael: "Why do you take this class?"
Billy: "Why do you think that? For the better, fool."
Michael: "Wear a ballet skirt Is it?"
Billy: "Fuck you! The little girl wears them. I wear boxer shorts."
Michael: "You should want a skirt."
Billy: "What?"
Michael: "Put on to dance."
Billy: "Then I must look like a big fool."
Michael climbed the wall and looked at Billy: "I think you must look very beautiful. "
Billy walked to the middle of the creek and stopped, turning around to look at Michael.
Billy: "Come on." After speaking, he turned and waded across the creek.
Later. Michael ran forward behind Billy, and the silhouettes of a few boys passed on the hillside behind them.
Location · Wasteland/Library Cart ·
Billy in a denim uniform ran forward at night .
Billy stopped at the rear of the library, saw a woman approaching, and dodge into the wasteland. After the woman walked over, he turned around again and walked to the side of the car, pausing and stroking by the door.
Billy turned and sneaked into the car. Printed on the body: Durham Country Library in the
evening·Interior view·Library cart
Billy looking at the bookshelf full of books.
Billy raised his head to search for the book he wanted, and carefully pulled out one from the top of the shelf. He looked back at the librarian, the female administrator was looking down and filling in something.
Billy browses the ballet books in his hand.
"I don't know why you read that book." The administrator's voice suddenly came from behind.
When Billy heard the sound, he turned his head and found that she was staring at him.
Librarian: "Your children's library card cannot borrow that book."
Billy looked down at the book, then closed it and put it back on the shelf.
The administrator watched Billy's every move. Suddenly, her gaze was attracted by something outside the car, and she couldn't help but turn her head around. Through the window of the car, I saw an exposed person running to the front of the car and taking off his pants. He pouted and turned his head and screamed, "Come on!" Then he put his pants on and ran away. .
Seeing this situation, Billy quickly turned around and pulled out the ballet book from the bookshelf, while the administrator was still looking out through the windshield, watching the police car chasing the shader along the grass.
Billy turned around, paying attention to the manager's movement, and tucked the book behind his waistband.
Billy stretched down his denim jacket and covered the book, then stepped forward and looked at the book on the shelf on the right.
"Goodbye." The manager heard Billy's goodbye, then turned his head and watched him walk down the steps and disappear outside the car door.
But she still couldn't resist curiosity, and continued to look at her appearance.
Daytime·Interior View·Boxing Gym/Dance School
Girls in tutu skirts talked and laughed and ran up the stairs. Billy leaned on the stair railing and looked up for a while before catching up.
At night·Interior·Elliott House·Bathroom
Billy is standing in front of the sink in tank top and shorts, bowing his head and studying the ballet book intently. After a while, he lifted the book and placed it on the glass shelf on the wall.
Mrs. Wilkinson’s voice-over: "Okay, Billy Elliott...come in the middle."
Billy grabbed the edge of the washbasin and raised his left leg backwards according to the diagram in the book.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "Now, I hope you look carefully, girls."
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "First of all, Arabesque dancing."
Billy read the book carefully.
In the evening·Interior view·Boxing Gym
Billy stands upright with one leg in front of the mirror, his left arm stretched forward, and his right leg raised back. Mrs. Wilkinson was holding his belly and thighs beside him. The girls stood watching on both sides of the mirror.
Mrs. Wilkinson said gently: "Shoulders relax." Billy was unsteady and shook. "Look forward, past your fingertips." The
bathroom. Billy put his left hand on the sink while looking in the mirror to stretch his left leg and right arm. He tried to let go of his left hand, but his body was out of balance and screamed.
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson let go of her hand holding Billy and walked away from him, praising, "Not bad." The
bathroom. After Billy did an Arabesque dance, he fell to the left.
Boxing gym. Billy was among the girls, spinning with them. Mrs. Wilkinson supervised in front, shouting: "Okay, turn. Come again, Mr. Braithwaite. Turn." She wandered back and forth: "Come on. , Turn around... concentrate. Look at yourself and look in the mirror.
Bathroom. Billy is wearing school uniform and staring at himself in the mirror. He turned around, accidentally hitting the shelf with his hand, hitting the book on it He yelled "ah" in pain.
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson walked up to the girls and was dissatisfied with their spinning movements and shouted angrily: "God, what is this doing? "
Bathroom. Billy shook
his aching hand. Father shouted outside: "Hey, what's the matter?" "
" Damn! "Billy murmured, turned around and rushed out to answer: "Uh, nothing. "
Boxing gym. Billy stands in front of the girls, holding their hair in both hands.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Get ready! One or two. Steady posture. "Everyone poses after hearing the sound.
Bathroom. Billy in the mirror poses.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "The focus is on both legs." "
Boxing Gym. Billy pursed his mouth, frowning and looking at Mrs. Wilkinson. Mrs.
Wilkinson's voice-over: "Start..." The
bathroom. Billy in the mirror spins.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture) : "...Pirouette spins and touches the ground. "
Boxing gym. Billy leaned to the side after spinning for two weeks. Mrs. Wilkinson saw him trip and hurriedly tried to hug him.
Bathroom. Billy fell into the bathtub with his four feet upside down.
Boxing gym. Wilkinson The wife didn't catch Billy, and he fell under her feet. "Get up quickly. "Mrs. Wilkinson helped Billy stand up.
Bathroom. Billy got up from the bathtub, drenched and spit out a spit of water in frustration.
Boxing gym. Billy stared at the mirror in front of him. Mrs. Wilkinson was in front of him. Behind him he urged word by word: "Find a place on that damn wall..."
bathroom. Billy in the mirror tidied his drenched shirt.
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson pointed her finger to the right side and repeatedly emphasized: "...watch that spot intently." Billy stared at himself in the mirror and listened to Mrs. Wilkinson's words down: "Then, turn around. Back to that point...prepare!" The
bathroom. Billy in the mirror raised his arm.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two..." Billy lowered his arm, turned sideways and cursed softly: "Damn!"
Boxing gym. Billy made preparations among the girls. Mr. Brethwaite stood in front of the piano.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Have you found a good spot?" Billy glanced to the right.
bathroom. Billy in the mirror shook his head.
Night · Interior · Billy/Tony's bedroom
Billy stands between the two beds, looking straight ahead.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "Prepare!"
Billy put on a ready position.
Night · Interior · Father's bedroom
Billy is standing on the bed.
Mrs. Wilkinson’s voice-over: "Prepare..."
Late night·Interior view Billy/Tony’s bedroom
Billy lay sideways on the bed, whispering: "Prepare."
Morning·Interior view·Elliott’s bathroom
ratio Li took a ready position and looked ahead.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "Turn!" In the
evening, interior view, boxing gym,
Billy and the girls turned awkwardly.
At night·Interior view·Billy/Tony’s bedroom
Billy is standing between the two beds wearing Tony ’s headphones.
Mrs. Wilkinson’s voice-over: "Turn!"
Billy spun, the headphone cord entangled around him, and the headphone was thrown out.
Father's bedroom. Billy stood on the bed.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "Turn!" Billy whirled down on the bed.
Boxing gym. Billy stood among the girls, and Mr. Braithwaite stood in front of the piano.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Turn!"
Billy and the girls turned.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Turn around, Billy!" The
bathroom. Billy was spinning in his pajamas.
(Slow motion) Billy makes a few turns, takes a short step back and stops steadily. He smiled delightedly.
Boxing gym. Billy smiled happily at Mrs. Wilkinson.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "I told you how the arm came?"
Billy frowned and looked at her displeased.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Okay, go back to the bar." The
girls ran towards the bar, but Billy stayed there. Mrs. Wilkinson walked over and winked at Billy as she passed by. Billy smiled knowingly and looked forward with infinite vision.
At this moment, Mr. Braithwaite also came over and stood behind him and took a breath: "In my opinion, you are a fool, kid." After speaking, he turned and walked away.
In the evening, location, and on the street,
Billy sprang out from behind the fence with ballet shoes hanging around his neck, ran up the road, and went "dancing" forward. The dancing shoes flicked around the neck.
Billy danced along the street, sometimes running fast...
Billy jumped over the sidewalk...
At night. Interior view. Elliott's grandma's room
Billy sat in front of the piano, sliding his fingers across the keys...in the
street. Billy was very excited, "dancing" forward...
Billy jumped, "run" forward...
grandma's room. Billy tapped the keys lightly...in the
street. Billy marched "dancing"...
Grandma's room. Billy's head hangs on the keyboard...
on the street. Billy danced, then stopped again, and turned around to "dance" to the other side...
grandma's room. Billy sat in front of the piano, sliding his fingers across the keys...in the
street. Billy jumped and turned, and almost fell...
grandma's room. Billy tapped the keys and looked up at the photo in the frame.
George's voice-over: "Listen to me, Jackie..."
During the day, location, coal mine/picket line
miners gathered, George stood behind Billy's father, and his father turned to listen to what he said.
George: "...If it's just a 50p class, you know... I don't need the money. I'm not for the money."
Father: "What are you talking about?"
George: "Boxing, man. I haven’t seen Billy’s shadow for several months. I wanted to say something, but I find it difficult to speak.”
Father looked at him and said, “I’ve heard about it a long time ago. He will never
Take off his boxing gloves." George: "Then, send him to me, and I will wake him up soon."
At this time, the crowd became commotion. Some miners tried to cross the cordon, and the riot police lined up to stop them. The miners threw stones at the car heading here, and yelled rhythmically: "Sergeant, worker, worker..."
The car moved forward slowly, and the miners threw their eggs on the windows of the car. .
In the evening, interior view, boxing gym,
Billy jumped between the girls. Mrs. Wilkinson stood behind them and emphasized: "Open your steps, keep your balance, balance..."
Coal mine/Picket line. George and Billy’s father were caught between the miners and the police, and the police struggled to prevent the miners from crossing the cordon.
Mrs. Wilkinson’s voice-over: "...balanced." The
miners raised their arms and shouted: "Robber, robber, robber..."
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson walked in among the students, pushed Billy to the front of the class, and said to him, "Okay, let's do it again."
Coal mine / picket line. The miners raised their arms and yelled rhythmically to push the police back.
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson walked up to Billy and gesticulated: "Turn on,
stand tall . Yes, let's do it again." She gestured to Mr. Braithwaite, who was sitting in front of the piano and smoking.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite." Then, Billy: "
Step ..." Mr. Braithwaite began to play the piano.
Coal mine / picket line. Tony was also among the miners, and he shouted with the workers: "Big thief, gangster..."
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "...open, open your arms, come on. Arm."
Boxing gym. Mrs. Wilkinson was instructing Billy alone: "Attention." Billy turned to her, and she gently patted his arm: "Arm. That's... alright." She motioned to the luthier to start: "Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite. "
Mrs. Wilkinson: "You are not concentrated."
Billy turned his head and retorted, "No, I was concentrated."
Mrs. Wilkinson: "You don't even try it." Debbie (outside the picture): "We Can you jump, teacher?"
Mrs. Wilkinson turned to everyone: "Let's do it again."
Debbie ran over with the girls.
At night, interior view, supermarket,
Tony and his father are standing at each end of the shopping cart, and his father put the same kind of goods on the checkout counter.
Father: "Listen, have you noticed anything unusual about Billy in our family?"
Tony looked at his father: "What do you want to hear? A long list."
Father continued to take the goods out of the shopping cart, and looked up inadvertently. Saw Gary pushing the shopping cart walking among the shelves.
Father (outside the painting): "Look there." Tony turned his head to see Gary, and walked up to meet him: "Bought enough food, gangster?" The two scrambled in the car, and Gary drove off to the side.
Tony: "What are you doing?...Huh?"
Gary glanced at his father who was walking by the cart.
Father (outside the picture): "The gangsters are eating well, right?"
Tony: "You...you are my best friend. The first rule of the union, Gary, you never cross the cordon."
Gary Shaking his head, grinning. "Damn it." He muttered and elbows Tony and his father away, slipping out of them. Tony turned around and stepped forward and shouted: "If you forget that, we'll all be finished!"
"We're all finished anyway." Gary said without looking back.
In the morning, interior view. In the lobby of Elliott's house,
Billy hurried downstairs with his ballet shoes. He stopped and listened to the movement, then tilted his body and looked down.
The announcer's voice came on the radio: "In yesterday's speech...Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher pointed out the members of the Miners League who went on strike..."
Billy turned around and tucked his dancing shoes into his waistband and pulled it down. The shirt covered them, and then lightly patted the boxing gloves that had been hung around his neck.
Billy stepped over the handrail of the stairs and jumped to the ground.
Announcer (outside the picture): "...I said this after a few violent conflicts, between the police and the striking miners..."
Billy strode from the hallway into the kitchen.
In the morning, interior view. Elliott’s kitchen
Billy trot in all the way, bent over and picked up his schoolbag from the floor.
Billy turned to Tony: "Goodbye."
"Wait. Your breakfast is ready." Tony wanted to stop his brother, but he quickly slipped out the back door. The moment the door was closed, his father opened the bathroom door and rushed out. With a towel on his left shoulder and shaving cream on his chin, he gestured to Tony: "What the hell is he doing?" On the
street in the morning. ·Outside
riot police gathered in twos and threes on a wasteland. Several people were busy playing "column baseball." Billy walked past them.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "One..." The
ball flew over suddenly, almost hitting Billy. He curled up instinctively.
In the evening · Boxing Gym · Interior view
Billy was surrounded by a group of girls, dancing with Mrs. Wilkinson's command. She paced behind the students: "...Two, three, Badebray (note: a ballet sliding footwork). One, two, three, turn around." The students turned around, and Mrs. Wilkinson pointed to it. Front right: "One, two, three, Badebray. One, two, three, Badebray." When
Mrs. Wilkinson turned around again, Billy's father walked from the aisle with a grim face.
Mrs. Wilkinson didn't notice it at all, and continued to repeat: "One, two, three, Badebray."
Father walked toward the barrier, frowning. Obviously he was quite surprised by everything in front of him.
Mrs. Wilkinson followed behind the students, paying attention to the movements of their feet.
Billy suddenly looked up and saw his father, and suddenly stopped moving.
Mrs. Wilkinson was still repeating the same command: "One, two, three, Badebray." The
father had clearly noticed the son drowning among the girls, and his brows became even tighter.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "One, two, three, Badebray."
Father angrily pulled the door open and came in.
Billy still stood there, watching his father's face at the same time, feeling like a disaster. Finally, there was a roar from his father outside the painting: "You...come out!"
The girls who were dancing attentively were startled by the voice, stopped involuntarily, and turned to watch. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
The father stared at Billy in anger and yelled: "Hurry up!"
Billy stood still, Mrs. Wilkinson rushed over with a cigarette, and looked at his father inexplicably: "What did you say?" The
girls were caught by everything in front of them. Amused and giggled. Before Mrs. Wilkinson understood what was going on, she frowned and looked at Billy again.
"Forget it, teacher..." Billy came out croaking: "...Don't ask." After he said, he bowed his head towards his father, who turned his head to the side with anger. Seeing his son walk past him to the door, he turned and glanced at Mrs. Wilkinson to follow.
"Okay." Mrs. Wilkinson turned to the girls and pointed her right hand behind them: "Which way shall we face?"
Billy walked to the door, and when he heard the sound, he was held down by his father when he was about to look back. Outside.
Mrs. Wilkinson's voice-over: "Come on. One..." The girls turned and jumped up.
Mrs. Wilkinson turned her back to them, looking at the direction in which the father and son were leaving: "...Two, three, Badebray. One..." In the
evening, the
father and Billy were sitting face to face in the Elliott’s kitchen. At the table.
The father chewed his words: "Ballet?"
Billy met his gaze and frowned: "What's the matter with Ballet?"
Father: "What's the matter with Ballet?"
Billy tit-for-tat: "It's normal."
Father suppressed his anger: "Very well ." ...... Normal?"
Grandma, who was sitting on the side holding a pork pie, glanced at Billy's father secretly, and interjected with lowered eyes, "I have taken ballet class before."
Billy: " I hear you."
Father (outside the picture): "Ah, that suits your grandma. Suitable for girls. No...not suitable for lads, Billy." He stared at Billy: "Boys have to play football, or... …" He shook his head, his tone aggravated: "...fist, or...wrestle!"
Billy frowned as he listened.
Father (outside the painting): "Not what the hell...ballet!"
Billy: "What did the boy fall?"
Grandma looked at the father and son back and forth.
The father was speechless for a while, and nodded frequently: "Stop playing, Billy."
Billy was reluctant, and looked at him intently: "I didn't see anything wrong with it."
Father sighed (outside the picture) : "You know very well."
Billy: "No, I don't know."
Father (outside the picture): "You know."
Billy stubbornly: "No, I don't know!"
The father also raised his voice (outside the picture): "You fucking know very well!" The
father and son confronted each other without showing weakness.
Father (outside the painting): "Who do you think of me?"
He stared at his son: "You know it all."
Billy: "What?"
Grandma held a piece of pie and lowered her head to play.
Billy (outside the picture): "What are you going to say, Dad?"
Grandma turned her head and looked at Billy's father timidly.
The father glared at Billy and shook his head, as if trying to restrain himself: "You are looking for a beating, son."
Billy defended: "No, I don't, really."
Father (outside the picture): "You are, Billy, Billy!"
Billy: "It's not gay, Dad."
Father was emotional and ignored him.
"Many ballerinas are as fit as athletes." Billy tried to persuade his father, "How about Wayne Sleep? He is a ballerina." The
more his father listened, the more sullen he became, and he said in a strange tone: "Wei En Slip?" From his tone of voice, he can tell that he thinks Wayne Slip is gay. But Billy didn't notice it at all. He nodded and said, "Yes."
Father shook his head: "Listen, kid... From now on you will not mention fucking ballet again!" He leaned forward. Hatredly (outside the picture): "You can stop mentioning fucking boxing. I have to struggle to get those 50 pence. And you..."
Grandma looked at Billy's father timidly.
Father: "No, from now on, you will stay at home and take good care of grandma. Do you hear it?"
Billy looked at his father silently.
The father raised his eyebrows and nodded to signal the end of the conversation: "Okay."
Seeing him leave the seat, the grandmother said hesitantly: "They used to say that if I was trained...I would become a professional ballerina."
"You shut up." Mouth, okay?" Father yelled at her.
Grandma was so frightened that she quickly retracted her body and lowered her head.
Father stared at Billy, Billy stubbornly retaliated, and then suddenly shouted at him: "I hate you! You bastard!" The
two stood in a stalemate for a moment, and his father "tightly" slapped the case. Billy jumped up and ran to the right, and his father circumvented the dining table to catch up, catching Billy in the aisle. He grabbed Billy by the collar and pushed him against the closet door.
"Let go!" Billy struggled with his father vigorously.
Father: "Billy! Billy!"
Billy broke free from his father and ran out.
The father yelled from behind, "Billy!" In the
evening, location, back lane,
Billy hurried to the door of the backyard and competed with the door.
The father yelled from outside the painting: "Billy!"
Billy opened the door and ran up the slope along the driveway.
In the evening · Location · Wasteland / Main Street
Billy ran along the road.
Billy fisted and kicked the "strike" billboard erected on the roadside, then turned around and walked down the road, then stopped with another punch in the air. He looked forward in frustration, raised his hands and hugged the back of his head.
In the evening, outside scenes and residential districts,
Billy walked along the sidewalk in a neat school uniform. Next to him were independent houses with red spires, surrounded by green trees or shrubs.
Billy was startled by the sudden barking of a dog on the side of the road, and turned to the road to continue walking.
In the evening, location, Wilkinson’s garden,
Billy stood in the parking space, looked down at the note in his hand, looked up again and glanced to the right, and then walked forward.
Billy walked through the thick bushes and ascended the steps. When he passed a glass window, he squinted and looked in, and walked to the front door. He hesitated and reached out to ring the doorbell.
Evening · Interior View · Wilkinson's Kitchen
Mrs. Wilkinson put a jar in the wall cabinet. She turned and walked to the door and opened the door. Seeing that it was Billy, she leaned on the door frame and deliberately leaned out her upper body and glanced behind Billy. Then she greeted him: "Oh, hello."
Billy looked away: "If my dad knows I'm coming If you are here, you will kill me."
Mrs. Wilkinson nodded in agreement: "He won't let you go to class."
Billy: "It's not his fault, teacher."
Mrs. Wilkinson nodded: " That doesn't matter to you, right?"
Billy frowned and said vaguely, "I think so."
Mrs. Wilkinson: "You should face him bravely."
Billy: "You don't know him. "
Mrs. Wilkinson: "Well, then blow." She sighed and went back to the house.
"What's the matter, teacher?" Billy asked quickly.
Mrs. Wilkinson ignored him and shouted into the back room: "Debbie." Then she walked into the kitchen casually.
In the evening·Interior·Wilkinson’s restaurant
Billy sat at the table and saw Mr. Wilkinson walk in, looking nervously at the kitchen.
Mr. Wilkinson's voice-over: "I've heard a lot about you. Little Kim Kelly in Durham, right?"
Debbie walked to the dining table and placed a pair of cutlery in front of Billy.
Billy glanced at the kitchen again, only to hear Mr. Wilkinson continue to ask: "So, your father works underground?"
"Yes." Billy licked his lips and replied.
Mr. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "The continuous strike must make life at home difficult. He has also participated in the strike, right?"
"Of course." Billy frowned and glanced at Debbie who was standing by.
Mr. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "I'm not worried. They won't last long."
"Tom, don't say it." Mrs. Wilkinson walked over with two plates of food, cut off her husband's conversation, and put the plate on the table. superior.
Mr. Wilkinson was sitting in an armchair across the table with a glass of wine at this time, arguing with his wife: "If there is a vote, they will go back to work tomorrow. It is just some left-wing party members who are fanning the flames." Mrs. Jin Sen turned around and went out.
"We have to face them, they are not tenable." Mr. Wilkinson said, sipping his drink.
Billy: "Who?"
Mr. Wilkinson: "Miner. Well, don't you need to talk about it, right?"
Billy frowned, looking worried.
Mr. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Many coal mines are not profitable. If the cost of mining coal is much higher than the income from selling coal, how do you feel?"
Billy: "I don't know."
Mr. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "Well, you have to think about it, don't you, kid?"
"Tom." Mrs. Wilkinson walked over with the bowl and stopped her husband again. She walked from behind Billy to the dining table.
Mr. Wilkinson continued, ignorantly (outside the picture): "If it's up to me... I will close them all tomorrow."
Mrs. Wilkinson put the bowl on the table and asked softly: "Look at it. For God's sake, don't say it."
Billy couldn't help asking, "What are you doing, Mr. Wilkinson?"
Mrs. Wilkinson took a seat, and Debbie blurted out (outside the picture): "He was fired. ."
Billy glanced at Debbie and smiled. He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his chair to face the dining table.
Night · Interior · Debbie's bedroom
Billy holding a toy pillow in his hand, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall and saying to Debbie: "I thought he was going to hit me or something."
Debbie (outside the picture): "Don't be stupid. He was just under a lot of pressure."
She walked over with a music box and sat down by the bed: "That was what my mother said. I think it was because he drank too much." She put the music box Put it on the chest of drawers and stare at the little man turning on it.
Billy: "What kind of success?"
Debbie: "He always pee. One time he peeed in his crotch."
Billy said in disbelief, "Your dad?"
Debbie: "Also, because he is unhappy, because they sleep in separate beds."
Billy: "Why do they sleep in separate beds?"
Debbie: "Then they won't be in love."
Billy: "They don't have sex, how could it?"
Debbie: "Dad did it with a woman in his unit, They thought I didn't know." She reached out and closed the music box and put it back in place. Then he moved back, sat next to Billy, and asked, "So, do you miss your mother?"
Billy: "I'm not the one who missed her actually. It's just that sadness makes people feel better. Many. Especially when I suddenly remembered her."
Debbie looked up at the certificate posted on the wall and fiddled with it. Billy continued, "And, every time I would forget that she was dead." He turned back to the original topic: "What about your mother? Doesn't she have sex?" The
two were right. Looking at it, Debbie replied: "No. She is not satisfied, so she goes dancing."
Billy: "She dances instead of sex? Your family is really weird."
"No, they are not weird." Debbie stroked his hair.
Billy turned his face to look at her, and said, "But they... are crazy." With that, he hit Debbie with the toy pillow in his hand.
soon. Billy knelt and hit Debbie who was lying on the bed with a pillow. Debbie took the flower pillow on the side to resist, and the two were laughing and playing.
The pillow in Billy's hand was broken, and the feathers inside were falling everywhere. "Stop it!" Debbie exclaimed. Billy pulled the pillow to the ground and leaned down at Debbie. The eyes of the two were intertwined, and they looked at each other in silence for a long time. Debbie stretched out a finger and gently stroked his face.
Billy: "Look... I said you are a lunatic."
"Debbie..." Mrs. Wilkinson's cry suddenly sounded outside the door. Billy jumped up in shock, turned back and sat back against the wall, looking at the door.
Mrs. Wilkinson then cried out (outside the picture): "...Billy should go home. Hurry up, Billy. I will take you to the corner."
Billy quickly got out of bed and stood up without looking back:" See you later, Debbie."
Debbie sat up straight from the feathered bed, folded her hands on her chest, and watched Billy walk out the door.
At night · Street / Wasteland · Location
Mrs. Wilkinson's car came from the driveway, turned into the wasteland and stopped.
In the evening, Mrs. Wilkinson’s car, interior view
Mrs. Wilkinson saw Billy sitting still, and said, "Okay, here it is."
Billy unfastened his seat belt silently, opened the door and got out of the car. He took a step forward, turned back hesitantly, and bent over the open car window: "Teacher, what am I missing?"
Mrs. Wilkinson turned off the engine and said, "This will sound like a lot. Strange, Billy..."
Billy listened intently. Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "...but I still think about the Royal Ballet School from time to time." She said and looked at Billy's expression.
Billy pretended to be confused: "Are you a little old, teacher?"
Mrs. Wilkinson: "No, it's not me, it's you... I'm the fucking teacher." Billy lowered his head when he heard this.
Mrs. Wilkinson (outside the picture): "They held an interview in Newcastle."
Billy: "I'm never standard enough. I know almost nothing."
Mrs. Wilkinson shook her head: "No, listen to me, they are right You are not interested in how much ballet you know. They will teach you because they are a ballet school. How to infect others and show yourself is the key."
Billy frowned again: "What to show?"
Wilkinson Wife: "I think you are fully capable of trying it boldly."
Billy stepped back, opened the guest door and sat back in the car, bowing his head without saying a word.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "But it has to go through a lot of hard training."
"But I was banned." Billy turned to look at her.
Mrs. Wilkinson: "Yes, maybe I can talk to him."
Billy straightened up and shouted, "No, sir."
They looked at each other, and Mrs. Wilkinson gestured: " You know, if you want, I can give you a small stove."
Billy: "We can't afford to pay."
Mrs. Wilkinson scoffed at this: "I didn't do it for money, Billy."
Billy: "What about Dad?"
Mrs. Wilkinson: "He doesn't need to know."
Billy asked, "What about my boxing class?"
Mrs. Wilkinson was so hot, she said, "Oh, look at it. For God's sake, Billy! If you want to waste your life with your little friends, I don't care."
Billy: "Hey, all right, all right, don't let it go."
"Sapo?" Wei Mrs. Elkinson turned to look at him in surprise.
Billy chuckled and laughed, and Mrs. Wilkinson laughed mockingly, and turned her gaze out of the window.
Billy quickly calmed down and asked: "So, we can secretly practice, right?"
Mrs. Wilkinson watching Billy, gently patting his leg, in all seriousness: "Only the two of us."
Ratio Li lowered his head: "Teacher...you won't fall in love with me?"
"No, Billy...I won't be weird." Mrs. Wilkinson held back a smile: "Get out of here."
Billy dropped. The eyelids contemplated for a moment and laughed: "Go away by yourself."
Mrs. Wilkinson looked at Billy and smiled. Billy turned and got out of the car: "See you on Monday, then?" She asked the moment Billy closed the car door, and then started the car.
In the evening, Michael's house, location
Billy hurriedly stepped up the steps in front of the door, knocked on the door a few times, then jumped down again, and shook the loose handrail a few times boringly. He turned and glanced at the front. At this moment, the door opened and Michael was standing in the doorway in a sky blue dress with a lapel. Billy turned around and was stunned when he saw him, suddenly at a loss.
Michael looked down at him condescendingly: "Are you going to come in or what?"
Billy raised his head and looked at him up and down: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just dress and play." Michael finished speaking and turned to enter the house.
Billy looked back and looked behind him, then climbed the steps and shouted into the room: "Whose skirt is that?"
Michael's voice came from the room: "Come in."
Billy looked left and right again before walking in. , Closed the door back.
In the evening, Michael's master bedroom. Interior view.
Michael opened the closet door to search for clothes, took them off the clothes rail and threw them on the bed.
Billy's voice-over: "Whose skirt is that?"
Michael looked down at the skirt on his body and pulled the skirt up: "My sister's."
"She gave it to you?" Billy stood at the door, wrinkling brow.
Michael (outside the painting): "She doesn't know." As he spoke, he took off another red shirt and raised up at Billy: "Do you want to try it? You can wear one of my mother's."
"No, Are you okay?" Billy hurriedly refused, and glanced into the room at the same time.
It didn't matter if he asked, Michael simply threw his red shirt on the bed, walked to the dressing table and sat down, and put on lipstick on the mirror.
Billy (outside the painting): "What are you doing with that stuff?"
Michael glanced at hi
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