:06:01
Scab! Scab! Scab!
:06:14
Are you sure
you're not going to come?
:06:17
Am I fuck.
It's a load of bollocks.
:06:19
No, it's not.
It's a load of shite,
kicking people in.
:06:23
Anyway, I don't know
why you bother.
:06:25
- I'm good at it.
-Are you shite? Them gloves--
They went out with the ark.
:06:28
- They're me dad's, these.
- Exactly.
:06:35
Right, lads.
Listen up here.
:06:37
Hold it!
Oi, oi! Here!
:06:41
Now, because
they're using downstairs...
:06:43
as a soup kitchen
for the striking miners,
:06:46
I'm going to let
Mrs. Wilkinson...
:06:49
use the bottom end
of the boxing hall
for her ballet lessons.
:06:52
So no hanky-panky.
Understood?
:06:55
Yes.
Elliot, you're late.
:06:58
Get changed
and get in here.
:07:02
All right then, lads.
:07:05
Give it all you got!
Round one.
:07:12
Well, don't just
stand there, Elliot!
:07:19
Oh, no! Not again!
:07:21
This is man-to-man-combat,
not a bloody tea dance.
:07:24
What're you doin', man?
Hit him!
:07:27
Greavesy, he's pissing about.
Get stucking and
give him a belt.
:07:31
- He's like a fanny in a fit.
- Billy, hit him!
:07:37
Jesus Christ,
Billy Elliot!
:07:40
You're a disgrace
to them gloves, your father...
:07:42
and the traditions
of this boxing hall.
:07:45
You owe us 50 pence.
:07:47
Ho! Liberace,
will you give it a rest?
:07:51
Billy, punch bag.