A Clockwork Orange Page #4

ALEX:

Dim, bend down.

(Alex points to an upstairs window)

I'm gonna get in that window and open the front door.

He climbs up drain-pipe to the bathroom window.

INT. CADLADY'S HOUSE

The Catlady enters and dials a number.

CATLADY:

Hullo, Radlett Police Station. Good evening. It's Miss Weathers at

Woodmere Health Farm. Look, I'm frightfully sorry to bother you but

something rather odd has just happened... Well, it's probably nothing

at all, but you never know... Well, a young man rang the bell asking to

use the telephone... He said there had been some kind of accident. The

thing that caught my attention was what he said - the words he used,

sounded exactly like what was quoted in the papers this morning in

connection with the writer and his wife who were assaulted last

night... Well, just a few minutes ago... Well, if you think that's

necessary, but, well, I'm quite sure he's gone away now. Oh... alright.

Fine. Thank you very much. Thank you.

She puts phone down, turns and nearly jumps out of her leotard when she

sees Alex in the doorway.

ALEX:

Hi, hi, hi there, at last we meet.

CATLADY:

What the bloody hell d'you think you're doing?

ALEX:

Our brief govereet thru the letter hole was not, shall we say,

satisfactory, yes?

CATLADY:

Now listen here, you little bastard, just you turn around and walk out

of here the same way as you came in.

Alex eyes a giant white, fibreglass phallic sculpture on the table

beside him.

ALEX:

Naughty, naughty, naughty, you filthy old soomaka.

CATLADY:

No! No! Don't touch it. That's a very important work of art. What the

bloody hell do you want?

ALEX:

You see, madam, I am part of an international student's contest to see

who can get the most points for selling magazines.

CATLADY:

Cut the sh*t, sonny, and get out of here before you get yourself in

some very serious trouble.

He rocks the giant phallus which has a special weight swinging inside

causing it to swing up and down an eccentric motion.

CATLADY:

I told you to leave it alone. Now get out of here before I throw you

out, wretched slummy bedbug. I'll teach you breaking into real people's

houses. Get out!

She grabs up a bust of Beethoven and rushes at Alex. He grabs the giant

phallic sculpture.

Circling, Alex fends off her mad rushes with skilful jabs of the giant

phallus.

She ducks under and clobbers him with the heavy bust of Beethoven.

He goes down, pulling her off balance and they both wind up the floor.

In the struggle, Alex bashes her with the phallus.

Distant Police sirens.

He exits.

EXT. CATLDAY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alex rushes out. Dim and the others are waiting.

ALEX:

Come on. Let's go, the police are coming.

DIM:

One minoota, droogie.

Dim smashes Alex in the face with a full milk bottle. He goes down. The

others run away, laughing.

ALEX:

(screaming)

You bastards... bastards.

INT. POLICE HQ - NIGHT

Inspector takes out cigarette and lights up.

INSPECT:

Right. Right , Tom, we'll have to our little friend, Alex, here that we

know the law, too, but that knowing the law isn't everything.

He nods to Fatneck.

FATNECK:

That's a nasty cut you've got there, little Alex. Spoils... all your

beauty. Who gave you that then... eh... eh...

He presses Alex's nose, inflicting great pain. Alex sinks to his knees.

ALEX:

Ow... what's that for, you bastard?

FATNECK:

That was for your lady victim. You ghastly wretched scoundrel.

Alex grabs his balls.

Alex is beaten by the other Cop.

Inspector exits to outside office where Sergeant sits, sipping a cup of

tea.

Deltoid has just entered.

INSPECTOR:

Sergeant.

SERGEANT:

Sir.

INSPECTOR:

Ah, good evening, Mr. Deltoid.

DELTOID:

Evening, Inspector.

SERGEANT:

Would you like your tea now, sir?

INSPECTOR:

No, thank you, Sergeant. We'll have it later. May I have some paper

towels, please.

SERGEANT:

Yes, sir.

INSPECTOR:

We're interrogating the prisoner now. Perhaps you'd care to come

inside.

DELTOID:

Thank you very much

They move into Interrogation Room.

Alex is on the floor in the corner covered with blood.

DELTOID:

Evening, Sergeant. Evening, all. Dear, dear, this boy does look a mess,

doesn't he? Just look at the state of him.

FATNECK:

Love's young nightmare like.

INSPECTOR:

Violence makes violence. He resisted his lawful arrestors.

DELTOID:

Well, it's happened, Alex boy, yes. Just as I thought it would, yes.

Dear, dear, dear. Well, this is the end of the line for me... the end

of the line, yes.

ALEX:

It wasn't me, brother, sir. Speak up for me, sir, for I'm not so bad. I

was led on by the treachery of others, sir.

INSPECTOR:

Sings the roof off lovely, he does that.

ALEX:

And where are my stinking traitorous droogs. Get them before the get

away. It was all their idea, brothers. They forced me to do it. I'm

innocent.

DELTOID:

You are now a murderer, little Alex. A murderer, yes.

ALEX:

Not true, sir. It was only a slight tolchock. She was breathing, I

swear it.

DELTOID:

I've just come back from the hospital. Your victim has died.

ALEX:

You try to frighten me, sir, admit so, sir. This is some new form of

torture. Say it, brother, sir.

DELTOID:

It will be your own torture. I hope to God it will torture you to

madness.

FATNECK:

If you'd care to give him a bash in the chops, sir. Don't mind us.

We'll hold him down. He must be a great disappointment to you, sir.

Deltoid spits in Alex's face.

HELICOPTER VIEWS OF PRISON

ALEX (V.O.)

This is the real weepy and like tragic part of the story beginning, O

my brothers and only friends. After a trial with judges and a jury, and

some very hard words spoken against your friend and humble narrator, he

was sentenced to 14 years in Staja No. 84F among smelly perverts and

hardened prestoopnicks, the shock sending my dadda beating his bruised

and kroovy rookas against unfair Bog in his Heaven, and my mom,

boohoohooing in her mother's grief as her only child and son of her

bosom, like letting everybody down real horrorshow.

INT. PRISON CHECK-IN ROOM - DAY

A bell rings and a Warder goes and unlocks first a wooden door and then

a barred door.

GUARD:

Morning. One up from Thames, Mister.

WARDER:

One in from Thames, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right. Open up, Mister.

WARDER:

Yes, sir.

He opens door and steps back. Alex and another Warden move to Reception

desk.

WARDER:

Good morning, sir. Committal sheet.

CHIEF GUARD:

(who shouts everything)

Thank you, Mister.

He signs sheet.

GUARD:

Name?

ALEX:

Alexander de Large.

CHIEF GUARD:

You are now in H.M. Prison Parkmoor and from this moment you will

address all prison officers as sir! Name?

ALEX:

Alexander de Large, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Crime?

ALEX:

Murder, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right. Take the cuffs off him, Mister.

The cuffs are removed.

CHIEF GUARD:

You are now 655321 and it is your duty to memorise that number.

He hands clipboard back to Warder.

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