Kinky Boots: The Musical

Do you know what the most beautiful thing

in the world is, Charlie?

A shoe?

A shoe.

Sing it, Charlie.

But what if I don't want to make shoes?

You're a right funny kid, you are.

Take those things off your feet,

and get inside here, stupid boy!

Charlie, here are the shoes I told you about!

Come have a look!

Aren't they the most necessary things ever?

If you want to slip a ring on my finger,

you'll first slip these shoes on my feet.

A tad posh for life in Northampton, wouldn't you say?

Then good thing we're moving to London!

And won't they make a fitting farewell

to the stink of cattle farms and tanning leather?

We may have been born in a small factory town,

but we sure as hell don't have to die there.

You see the price?

There's three months' rent.

Pinch 'em or pay for 'em, that's up to you,

but these shoes are in my future.

Your life, your future is right here in this factory.

You belong here.

No, I belong with Nicola in London.

No, you belong here.

Will you toast my journey?

But to leave your family and home

for a job shopping in London.

Marketing!

Dad, Richard Bailey has offered Nicola and me

positions marketing real estate.

You're breaking me heart, Charlie.

Oi, to you, Dad.

Shoes can protect a man's journey,

but only his heart can choose the path.

And so, a toast to our own Charlie.

May you never fail to point your shoes back home.

To Charlie!

To Charlie!

To Charlie!

You all do realize you're talking about shoes?

God, this flat is dirty and small and dreary,

and everything about it needs replacing, except...

Me!

The address!

We're in London, Charlie, London,

London, London.

Where'd you say we were?

London!

So you're happy, Nic?

I'm ecstatic, aren't you?

I'm happy if you're happy.

Oh, is that really the best you can do?

I love you.

Well, you can always go back and muck in with your dad.

And what, make shoes?

That's not what I want.

What is it you want?

Sorry.

Hello?

Yes, this is is his son.

When?

How?

Your father would be proud to see you

standing here, Mr. Price.

Oh, cripes, George, you've known me all my life.

Call me Charlie.

Price & Son must have a Mr. Price, Mr. Price.

I'm glad you brought that up.

Now, you see, my father always assumed that one day,

I'd take over the factory, but I never said I would.

Excuse me, sir, if you could just,

- they're waiting below. - Huh?

A word or two, sir.

They'd appreciate hearing from the new head of Price & Son.

Oh, that's not really necessary...

Just a word, sir.

Oi, oi, quiet down!

The little prince got somethin' to say.

Hello, hi.

Cheers.

Thanks for the flowers and the notes, and whatnot.

Perhaps a word of encouragement about the future.

Yes.

Let's keep making shoes,

great shoes.

And good luck with that.

Wow, that wanker's got a way with words.

Mr. Price, come quick!

Chambers' have sent back their entire shoe order!

After you, Mr. Price.

Can someone sign so I can get the rest of these shoes

off me truck?

Is there something wrong with them?

Ask someone who cares.

Sign all three copies.

All right, Pat, I guess we should put

these in the store room.

The Chambers' winter shoe order is already in there.

What are these?

The Chambers' spring shoe order.

And we're currently manufacturing?

The Chambers' summer shoe order, and it's a big one.

You telling me we have a year's worth of shoes

and no one to buy them?

It started some time back.

Chambers cut down orders, but cutting back production

would have meant cutting back workers' hours,

and your father wouldn't hear of it.

I would have thought he'd told you,

but then you were busy at university and with your girl.

Yeah, but what's to be done with all these shoes?

Once or twice, your father sold overstock

to the discount chains.

So it's happened before?

Never as bad as this.

Actually, of late, he seemed less concerned.

He said he'd settled on some sort of plan!

Sort of plan?

What sort of plan?

Ladies and gents, band's on a break.

Back in five.

Not bad for a discount shoe salesman, eh?

Really terrific, Harry.

- To you. - To your father, yeah?

He was a gent.

And to yours.

Ooh!

Well, mate, I assume you didn't come all the way to London