Billy Elliot: The Musical

For over 70 years, miners of Durham County

have come together once a year

for their demonstration on Gala Day.

This was the first Durham rally since the pits were handed over to the people.

This year, one of the popular attractions was Mr Herbert Morrison,

who spoke of the link of solidarity between miners and other workers.

I want you men of the pits to come through.

I want this great scheme of nationalization to succeed triumphantly.

The whole country is watching to see

how this great new organisation,

this new adventure,

- this new experiment comes out. - (THE STARS LOOK DOWN PLAYING)

The great experiment of socialism in a democracy depends on you.

The whole future we are trying to build up in our country

is for all our people and all our children

and it depends on you.

Through the dark and through the hunger

Through the night and through the fear

Through the fight and years of hardship

Through the storms and through the tears

And although your feet are weary

And although your soul is worn

And although they'll try to break you

And although you'll feel alone

We will always stand together

In the dark, right through the storm

We will stand shoulder to shoulder

To keep us warm

Any news?

Still waiting.

And the stars look down on the mean and hungry

And the stars look down and show the way

And the stars look down and we'll stand together

To see a day

When the stars look down and know our history

When the stars look down upon our past

And the stars look down and see a future bright at last

When we'll stand as one

Sit down.

Beneath the sun

And though our hands...

...are bruised and bleeding

And our lungs...

And our lungs

...are full with dust.

Are full with dust

And our hearts...

And our hearts

...are near to breaking.

Are near to breaking

We will never...

We will never

...forgo the trust.

Forgo the trust

Thank you.

We will fight through pain and hunger

Every arrow, every knife

We will never give the hope up

Of a proud and honest life

So we will always stand together

Through the frost, the hail, the snow

The stars are our redemption

And so we know

He's heard!

- We're out. We're on strike! - (ALL CHEERING)

The stars look down when we're abandoned

Look down in the heart of night

And the stars look down and give us vision

More Tory!

To see the light

The stars look down upon our struggle

The stars look down and know the past

The stars look down and see a future bright at last

When we'll stand as one beneath the sun

All out together

Kevin!

All out as one

All out for victory

Get home, now!

Till we've won

All out together

All out as one

All out for victory

All out till we've won

Billy, do you know why they're on strike, like?

It's to do with Maggie Thatcher, isn't it?

Maggie Thatcher? Why? What's she done, like?

Fucked if I know.

See you at boxing, then?

Yeah, see you, Michael.

Take me up and hold me gently

Raise me up and hold me high

Through the nights under darkness

Will come a day when we will fly

And although we've been rejected

And although we've been outcast

We will find a new tomorrow

When we come to rest at last

And we will stand there proudly

And we will never walk alone

And we will be returned

Back to our home

- Cush! - Piss off, man.

And the stars look down at their reflection

And the stars look down and there's a light

When the stars look down they'll see the justice

And the right

And the stars look down and see the struggle

And the stars look down and know the pain

And the stars will lead to where light shines again

Where we'll stand as one beneath the sun

One beneath the sun

When we'll stand as one

All out together

When we'll stand as one

All out as one

When we'll stand as one

All out for victory

When we'll stand as one

Till we've won

When we'll stand as one

All out together

When we'll stand as one

All out as one

When we'll stand as one

All out for victory

When we'll stand as one

Till we've won

When we'll stand as one

All out together

When we'll stand as one

All out as one

When we'll stand as one

All out for victory

All out till we've won

(ON RADIO) It came from a ruthless determination

from a few men to create mounting chaos.

Billy!

Now these few men are the wreckers in our midst.

- Billy! Shit! - They're not the mass of trade unionists...

What am I gonna do with you, lad?

...but there are a few militants who are the wreckers.

Billy! Get down here now before I tan your hide for you!

- (THUDS) - Hey! Not on the table.

They seek to use freedom in order to destroy freedom.

Turn that bloody witch off, will you?

- Hey, I was listening to that. - (TURNS OFF RADIO)

Don't you want to know what's going on in the world?

I know what's going on in the world. We're on bloody strike. Billy!

- Get this off the bloody table. - Eh!

Socialist workers, my arse.

What do you know about political agitation?

What do you know about political aggravation?

You're not wearing any trousers!

- Exactly! - (AUDIENCE CHUCKING)

You're wearing a bloody bikini!

Billy!

I don't know what you want to keep the pits open for, anyway.

If it was up to me, I'd close the bloody lot of them.

- Billy! - That's exactly what they're gonna do.

Where's my pasty?

Will you forget about your bloody pasty?

I am making you a nice cooked breakfast.

I don't want a cooked breakfast.

- I'll have some, though. - Shit!

Not your cooked breakfast.

Billy, get down here now!

What he lacks is a mother's touch.

What he lacks is a kick up the arse!

Look at the state of this!

Howay, man. Jackie.

Oh, no. - (YELLING) Breakfast!

Good morning, everyone.

What's good about it? They've purloined me bloody pasty.

- Get off! - Right, bugger off!

The lot of you!

You're eating me out of house and home.

Oi, the police are bussing the scabs in early. Come on!

- Shit! - (ALL CLAMOURING)

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie! Out, out, out!

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie! - Out, out, out!

Billy, your 50p's on the side.

Arthur Scargill

We'll support you ever more!

We'll support you ever more!

If I were you, Big Davy, I wouldn't eat that.

- Hello, Grandma. - Hello, son.

Grandma, I found this in the airing cupboard.

What the hell is that?

It's your pasty.

Oh!

Thank the Lord.

I thought they'd eaten it.

Nobody'd eat that, Grandma. It's mank.

You lot have it too bloody easy.

I can remember the General Strike...

- Grandma! - Hmm.

You'll make yourself ill.

Look, it's got mould on it.

- (GROANS) You're driving me mental. - Oh.