A Clockwork Orange Page #3

DELTOID:

What gets into you all? We study the problem. We've been studying it

for damn well near a century, yes, but we get no further with our

studies. You've got a good home here, good loving parents, you've got

not too bad of a brain. Is it some devil that crawls inside of you?

ALEX:

Nobody's got anything on me, brother, sir. I've been out of the rookers

of the milicents for a long time now.

DELTOID:

That's just worries me. A bit too long to long to be reasonable. You're

about due now by my reckoning, that's why I'm warning you, little Alex,

to keep your handsome young proboscis out of the dirt. Do I make myself

clear?

ALEX:

As an unmuddied lake, sir. Clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You

can rely on me, sir.

Deltoid drinks again but this time sees the teeth in the glass. He

groans and retches.

INT. MUSIC BOOTICK - DAY

Alex enters. Two pretty micro-boppers, Marty and Sonietta, sucking

phallic ice sticks.

ALEX:

Pardon me, brother. I ordered this two weeks ago. Could you see if it's

arrived.

CLERK:

OK. I'll see if it's in.

Clerk exits. Alex turns to the girls.

ALEX:

Pardon me, ladies

He steps in between them and goes through the motions, looking through.

ALEX:

Enjoying it then, my darling?... A bit cold and pointless isn't it, my

lovely... What's happened to yours, my little sister?

Marty giggles.

MARTY:

Who you getten bratty, Goggly Gogol? Johnny Zhivago? The Heaven

Seventeen?

ALEX:

What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I

bet you got little save pitiful portable picnic players. Come with

Uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You

are invited.

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - DAY

The two girls, naked, jumping up and down on Alex's still unmade bed

zonked by the booming, all engulfing sound of Alex's incredible Hi-Fi.

INT. ALEX'S FLATBLOCK - LOBBY HALL - DAY

Alex finds the gang waiting for him.

ALEX:

Hi, hi, hi, there

ALL THREE:

Well, .

DIM:

He are here! He have arrived! Hooray!

ALEX:

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the

extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Georgie rises.

GEORGIE:

We got worried. There we were waiting and drinking away at the old

knify Moloko and you had not turned up and we thought you might have

been like offended by something or other, so around we come to your

abode.

ALEX:

Appy polly loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to

sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening.

DIM:

Sorry about the pain. Using the gulliver to much like, eh? Giving

orders and disciplining and that perhaps, eh? You sure the pain's gone?

You sure you'll not be happier back up in bed.

ALEX:

Lets get things nice and sparkling clear. This sarcasm, if I may call

it such, does not become you, O my brothers. As I am your droog and

leader, I am entitled to know what goes on, eh? Now then, Dim, what

does that great big horsy gape of a grin portend?

GEORGIE:

All right, no more picking on Dim, brother. That's part of the new way.

ALEX:

New way? What's this about a new way? There's been some very large talk

behind my sleeping back, and no error. Let me hear more.

GEORGIE:

Well, we go round shop crasting and the like, coming out with a pitiful

rookerful of money each.

DIM:

Pitiful rookerful...

GEORGIE:

And there's Will the English in the Muscleman coffee mesto saying he

can fence anything that anything that any malchick tries to crast.

DIM:

Yeah... Pete the English.

GEORGIE:

The shiny stuff. The Ice. The big, big, big money is available's what

Will the English says.

DIM:

Big, big money.

ALEX:

And what will you do with the big, big, money? Have you not everything

you need? If you need a motor-car, you pluck it from the trees. If you

need pretty polly, you take it.

GEORGIE:

Brother, you think and talk sometimes like a little child. Tonight we

pull a mansize crast.

ALEX:

Good. Real horrorshow. Initiative comes to them as waits. I've taught

you much, my little droogies. Now tell me what you have in mind,

Georgie Boy.

GEORGIE:

Oh, the old moloko-plus first, would you not say

DIM:

Moloko-plus.

GEORGIE:

Something to sharpen us up, you especially. We have the start.

EXT. FLATBLOCK MARINE - DAY

The gang come out of the flatblock and walk along the marina.

ALEX (V.O.)

As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but

thinking all the time, so now it was to be Georgie the General, saying

what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless, grinning

bulldog. But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones

and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends, for

now it was lovely music that came to my aid and I viddied at once what

to do. There was a window open with the stereo on.

IN SLOW MOTION:

Alex clubs Georgie into water with his stick. Dim swings chain. Alex

ducks. Dim goes into water.

Alex kneels, hands behind back, takes knife from sword stick, offers

hand to help Dim, and slashes Dim when he gets it.

Dim falls back into the water.

Alex laughs.

INT. DUKE OF NEW YORK PUB

The four boys sit round table.

ALEX (V.O.)

I had not put into any of Dim's main cables and so, with the help of a

clean tashtook, the red, red kroovy stopped, and it did not take long

to quieten the two wounded soldiers, down in the snug in the Duke of

New York. Now they knew who was Master and Leader. Sheep, thought I,

but a real leader knows always when like to give and show generous to

his unders.

ALEX:

Well, now we're back to where we were. Yes? Just like before and all

forgotten? Right, right, right.

ALL BOYS:

Right. Right. Right.

ALEX:

Well, Georgie Boy. This idea you've got for tonight. Well, tell us all

about it then.

GEORGIE:

Not tonight - not this nochy.

ALEX:

Come, come, come, Georgie Boy. You're a big strong chelloveck like us

all. We're not little children, are we, Georgie Boy? What, then, didst

thou in thy mind have?

Confrontation. Georgie backs down.

GEORGIE:

It's this Health Farm. A bit out of the town. Isolated. It's owned by

this like very rich ptitsa who lives there with her cats. The place is

shut down for a week and she's completely on her own, and it's full up

with like gold and silver and like jewels.

ALEX:

Tell me more, Georgie Boy.

INT. CATLADY'S HOUSE

Catlady doing yoga exercises.

Room is full of cats. Doorbell rings.

CATLADY:

(softly to herself)

Oh sh*t.

She goes to the door.

EXT. CATLADY'S HOUSE

CATLADY:

Who's there?

ALEX:

Excuse me, missus, can you please help? There's been a terrible

accident. Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?

CATLADY:

I'm frightfully sorry. There is a telephone in the Public House about a

mile down the road. I suggest you use that.

ALEX:

But, missus, this is an emergency. It's a matter of life and death. Me

friend's lying in the middle of the road bleeding to death.

CATLADY:

I... I'm very sorry, but I never open. I'm very sorry but I never open

the door to strangers after dark.

ALEX:

Very well, madam. I suppose you can't be blamed for being suspicious

with so many scoundrels and rouges of the night about.

Alex walks away from door, then ducks into the bushes where the others

are hiding. They put on their maskies and follow Alex round to the rear

of the house.

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