A Clockwork Orange Page #2

DIM:

We've been working hard too.

Takes glass.

DIM:

Pardon me. Luce.

He raises glass to breast, pulls red handle between her legs. Milk

spurts into glass.

Dim joins the others. Alex looks at a party of tourists.

ALEX (V.O.)

There was some sophistos from the TV studios around the corner,

laughing an govoreeting. The Devotchka was smecking away, and not

caring about the wicked world one bit. Then the disc on the stereo

twanged off and out, and in the short silence before the next one came

on, she suddenly came with a burst of singing, and it was like for a

moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into the milkbar and I

felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing endwise, athe

shivers crawling up like slow malenky lizards and then down again.

Because I knew what she sang. It was a bit from the glorious 9th, by

Ludwig van.

Dim makes a lip-trump followed by a dog howl, followed by two fingers

pronging twice in the air, followed by a clowny guffaw.

Alex brings his stick down smartly on Dim's legs.

DIM:

What did you do that for?

ALEX:

For being a bastard with no manners and not a dook of an idea how to

comport yourself publicwise, O my Brother.

DIM:

I don't like you should do what you done. And I'm not your brother no

more and wouldn't want to be.

ALEX:

Watch that... Do watch that, O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou

dost wish.

DIM:

Yarbles, great bolshy yarblockos to you I'll meet you with chain, or

nozh or britva, any time, not having you aiming tolchocks at me

reasonless. It stands to reason, I won't have it.

ALEX:

A nozh scrap any time you say.

Dim weakens.

DIM:

Doobidoob... a bit tired maybe, everybody is. A long night for growing

malchicks... best not to say more. Bedways is rigthways now, so best we

go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right.

INT. ALEX'S FLATBLOCK - MAIN LOBBY ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Alex passes a mural in the hall. Nude men and women. Their massive

stylised bodies embellished and decorated by handy pencil and

ballpoint.

The elevator door is buckled.

INT. ALEX'S FLAT - NIGHT

Alex pees in toilet.

Alex goes into his room. Tosses his loot into a drawer, full of money,

wristwatches, cameras, etc.

Fifty small loudspeakers cover one wall.

He puts his pet boa constrictor on tree branch mounted on the wall,

above four Christ figures who have their arms intertwined like a chorus

line.

He puts a cassette into the tape player.

A heavy shockwave of sound - Beethoven's 9th.

ALEX (V.O.)

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the

perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig van.

Music starts.

ALEX (V.O.)

Then, brothers, it came. O bliss, bliss and heaven, oh it was

gorgeousness and georgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold

under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise, silver-

flamed and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out

again, crunched like candy thunder. It was like a bird of rarest spun

heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a space ship, gravity all

nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures. There were

veeks and ptitsas laying on the ground screaming for mercy and I was

smecking all over my rot and grinding my boot into their tortured

litsos and there were naked devotchkas ripped and creeching against

walls and I plunging like a shlaga into them.

INT. ALEX'S FLAT - DAY

He is asleep. The boa curled up at his feet. There is a knock on the

door.

ALEX:

What d'you want?

EM:

It's past eight, Alex, you don't want to be late for school, son.

ALEX:

Bit of pain in the gulliver, Mum. Leave us be and I'll try to sleep it

off... then I'll be as right as dodgers for this after.

EM:

You've not been to school all week, son.

ALEX:

I've got to rest, Mum... got to get fit, otherwise I'm liable to miss a

lot more school.

EM:

Eeee... I'll put your breakfast in the oven. I've got to be off myself

now.

ALEX:

Alright, Mum... have a nice day at the factory.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Pee sitting at breakfast table.

Em enters.

EM:

He's not feeling too good again this morning, Dad.

PEE:

Yes, I heard. D'you know what time he got in last night?

EM:

No I don't know, luv, I'd taken my sleepers.

PEE:

I wonder where exactly is it he goes to work of evenings.

EM:

Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does, helping like...

here and there, as it might be.

INT. EM'S BEDROOM - DAY

Alex comes out of his room and finds P.R. Deltoid sitting on bed in

parent's room.

ALEX:

Hi, hi, hi there, Mr. Deltoid, funny surprise to see you here.

DELTOID:

Ah, Alex boy, awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work,

yes? She gave me the key. She said something about a pain somewhere...

hence not at school , yes?

ALEX:

A rather intolerable pain in the head, brother, sir. I think it should

be clear by this afterlunch.

DELTOID:

Oh, or certainly by this evening, yes? The evening's a great time,

isn't it, Alex boy?

ALEX:

A cup of the old chai, sir?

DELTOID:

No time, no time, yes. Sit, sit, sit.

Alex sits next to him.

ALEX:

To what do I owe this extreme pleasure, sir? Anything wrong, sir?

Deltoid "playfully" grabs Alex's hair.

DELTOID:

Wrong? Why should you think of anything being wrong, have you been

doing something you shouldn't. Yes?

He shakes Alex's hair.

ALEX:

Just a manner of speech, sir.

DELTOID:

Well, yes, it's just a manner of speech from your Post Corrective

Advisor to you that you watch out, little Alex.

He puts his arm round Alex's shoulder.

DELTOID:

Because next time it's going to be the barry place and all my work

ruined. If you've no respect for your horrible self, you at least might

have some for me who'se sweated over you.

He slaps Alex on the knee.

DELTOID:

A big black mark I tell you for every one we don't reclaim. A

confession of failure for every one of you who ends up in the stripy

hole.

ALEX:

I've been doing nothing I shouldn't, sir. The millicents have nothing

on me, brother, sir, I mean.

Deltoid pulls Alex down on the bed.

DELTOID:

Cut out all this clever talk about milicents. Just because the Police

haven't picked you up lately doesn't, as you very well know, mean that

you've not been up to some nastiness. There was a bit of a nastiness

last night, yes. Some very extreme nastiness, yes. A few of a certain

Billyboy's friends were ambluenced off late last night, yes. Your name

was mentioned, the word's got thru to me by the usual channels. Certain

friends of yours were named also. Oh, nobody can prove anything about

anybody as usual, but I'm warning you, little Alex, being a good friend

to you as always, the one man in this sore and sick community who wants

to save you from yourself.

Deltoid makes a grab for Alex's joint but finds his hand instead. Alex

laughs. Derisively and rises. Deltoid distractedly reaches for a glass

of water on the night table, and fails to notice a set of false teeth

soaking in them. He drinks from the glass. The clink of the teeth

sounding like ice-cubes.

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