A Clockwork Orange Page #5

CHIEF GUARD:

Thank you Mister. Well done.

WARDER:

Thank you, chief.

CHIEF GUARD:

Let the officer out.

Officer exits.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right. Empty your pockets!

Alex moves to desk and leans forward.

CHIEF GUARD:

Are you able to see that white line painted on the floor directly

behind you, 655321?

ALEX:

Yes, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Then your toes belong on the other side of it!!!

ALEX:

Yes sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right carry on.

Alex tosses a bar of chocolate on the desk.

CHIEF GUARD:

Pick that up and put it down properly.

Alex does so, and continues to empty his pockets.

CHIEF GUARD:

One half bar of chocolate. One bunch of keys on white metal ring. One

packet of cigarettes. Two plastic ball pens - one black, one red. One

pocket comb - black plastic. One address book - imitation red leather.

One ten penny piece. One white metal wristlet watch, "Timawrist" on a

white metal expanding bracelet. Anything else in your pockets?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right. Sign here for your valuable property.

Alex signs.

CHIEF GUARD:

The chocolate and cigarettes you brought in - you lose that as you are

now convicted. Now go over to the table and get undressed.

Alex walks to table and undresses. Chief Guard moves to table with his

clipboard.

CHIEF GUARD:

Now then, were you in Police custody this morning?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One jacket - blue pinstripe.

CHIEF GUARD:

Prison custody?

ALEX:

Yes, sir On remand, sir.

CHECK-IN

One neck tie - blue.

CHIEF GUARD:

Religion?

ALEX:

C of E, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Do you mean Church of England?

ALEX:

Yes, sir, Church of England, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Brown hair, is it?

ALEX:

Fair hair, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Blue eyes?

ALEX:

Blue eyes, yes, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Do you wear eye glasses or contact lenses?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One shirt - blue, collar attached.

CHIEF GUARD:

Have you been receiving medical treatment for any serious illness?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One pair of boots - black leather, zippered, worn.

CHIEF GUARD:

Have you ever had any mental illness?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Do you wear any false teeth or false limbs?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One pair of trousers - blue pinstriped.

CHIEF GUARD:

Have you ever had any attacks of fainting or dizziness?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One pair of socks - black.

CHIEF GUARD:

Are you an Epileptic?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHECK-IN

One pair of underpants - white with blue waistband.

CHIEF GUARD:

Are you now, or ever have been, a homosexual?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Right. The mothballs, Mister.

CHECK-IN

Mothballs, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Now then. Face the wall. Bend over and touch your toes.

Chief Guard inspects Alex's anus with a penlight.

CHIEF GUARD:

Mmmmmmm... any venereal disease?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Crabs?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Lice?

ALEX:

No, sir.

CHIEF GUARD:

Through there for a bath.

ALEX:

Yes, sir.

INT. PRISON CHAPEL - DAY

Priest in pulpit big rough state-proper type.

Convict audience.

Alex sits apart tending an overhead projector.

PRIEST:

I ask you friends. What's it going to be then? Is it going to be in and

out of institutions like this? Or more in then out for most of you? Or

are you going to attend the divine word and realise the punishment that

awaits unrepentant sinners in the next world as well as this. A lot of

Idiots you are, selling your birthright for a saucer of cold porridge.

The urge to live easy. I ask you friends, is it worth it? When we have

undeniable proof - yes, my friends, incontrovertible evidence that Hell

exists. I know, I know, my friends. I have been informed in visions

that there is a place darker than any prison, hotter than any human

flame of fire, where unrepentant criminals, sinners like yourselves...

A convict burps.

All laugh.

PRIEST:

Don't you laugh, damn you, don't you laugh. I say like yourselves -

scream in endless and unendurable agony. Their nostrils choked with the

smell of filth, their mouths crammed with burning ordure. Their skins

rotting and peeling. A fireball spinning in their screaming guts. I

know... oh yes, I know.

A convict lets rip some lip music - prrrrrrrp. There is laughter. Chief

Guard moves forward - points.

CHIEF GUARD:

I saw you, 920537. I saw you.

CONVICT:

Up yours, mate.

CHIEF GUARD:

Just you wait, 744678. One on the turnip coming up for you.

PRIEST:

Quiet, my friends. Quiet. Quiet, I say. We will now sing Hymn 2in the

Prisoner's Hymnal.

Piano starts up and Alex starts up overhead projector which displays

the words of the hymn.

CHIEF GUARD:

Show a little reverence, you bastards. Quiet!

Convicts and all start to sing.

SINGING:

I was a wandering sheep.

I did not love...

CHIEF GUARD:

Sing up damn you. Louder, sing up.

SINGING:

... the fold

I did not love my shepherd's voice.

I would not be controlled.

CHIEF GUARD:

Come on, sing up, damn you.

SINGING:

I was a wayward child

I did not love my home

I did not love my father's voice

I loved afar to roam.

ALEX (V.O.)

It had not been edifying, indeed not, being in this hell hole and human

zoo for two years now, being kicked and tolchocked by brutal warders,

and meeting leering criminals and perverts ready to dribble all over a

lucious young malchick like your story-teller.

INT. PRIEST'S LIBRARY - DAY

Alex reading the Bible.

ALEX (V.O.)

It was my rabbit to help the prison charlie with the Sunday service. He

was a bolshy great burly bastard, but he was very fond of myself, me

being very young, and also now very interested in the big book.

Priest walks by and nods pleasantly.

ALEX (V.O.)

It had been arranged by the prison charlie, as part of my further

education to read him the Bible. I didn't so much like the latter part

of the book which is more like all preachy talking, than fighting and

the old in-out. I liked the parts where these old yahoodies tolchock

each other and then drink their Hebrew vino and, then getting on to the

bed with their wives' handmaidens. That kept me going.

BIBLE FANTASY - FIGHTING - DAY

Biblical fighting shot. Alex slashing away. Blood spurting.

HANDMAIDEN FANTASY IN TENT - DAY

Alex lying with three semi-nude handmaidens.

EXT. BIBLICAL STREET

Christ being whipped on by Alex, dressed as a Legionary.

ALEX:

Move on there. Move on.

ALEX (V.O.)

I read all about the scourging and the crowning with thorns and all

that, and I could viddy myself helping in and even taking charge of the

tolchocking and the nailing in, being dressed in the height of Roman

fashion.

BACK TO THE LIBRARY

Alex sits with his eyes closed.

Priest comes over and squeezes his shoulder.

Alex looks up at him and smiles.

PRIEST:

(reading from Alex's Bible)

Seek not to be like evil men, neither desire to be with them, because

their minds studieth robberies and their lips speak deceits.

ALEX:

If thou lose hope being weary in the days of distress, thy strength

shall be diminished.

PRIEST:

Fine, my boy, fine, fine.

ALEX:

Father, I have tried, have I not?

PRIEST:

You have, my son.

ALEX:

I've done my best, have I not?

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