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A CLOCKWORK ORANGE
Based on the novel by | Anthony Burgess |
Screenplay by | Stanley Kubrick |
Produced by | Stanley Kubrick |
Directed by | Stanley Kubrick |
Cast List:
Malcolm McDowell | Alex |
Patrick Magee | Mr. Alexander |
Michael Bates | Chief Guard |
Warren Clarke | Dim |
John Clive | Stage Actor |
Carl Duering | Dr. Brodsky |
Paul Farrell | Tramp |
Clive Francis | Lodger |
Michael Gover | Prison Governor |
Miriam Karlin | Catlady |
James Marcus | Georgie |
Philip Stone | Dad |
Sheila Raynor | Mum |
FADE IN:
INT. KOROVA MILKBAR - NIGHT
Tables, chairs made of nude fibreglass figures.
Hypnotic atmosphere.
Alex, Pete, Georgie and Dim, teenagers stoned on their milk-plus, their feet resting on faces, crotches, lips of the sculptured furniture.
ALEX (V.O.)
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete,
Georgie and Dim and we sat in the Korova milkbar trying to
make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The
Korova Milk Bar sold milkplus, milk plus vellocet or
synthemesc or drencrom which is what we were drinking. This
would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old
ultra-violence. Our pockets were full of money so there was no
need on that score, but, as they say, money isn't everything.
INT. PEDESTRIAN UNDERPASS TUNNEL - NIGHT
A Tramp lying in tunnel, singing.
TRAMP
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets wide and narrow...
Shadows of the boys approaching fall across Tramp.
TRAMP
Crying cockless and mussels alive,
Alive O...
Alive, alive O... Alive, alive O...
Crying cockless and mussels alive,
Alive O...
ALEX (V.O.)
One thing I could never stand is to see a filthy, dirty old
drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and
going blerp, blerp in between as it might be a filthy old
orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never stand to
see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more
especially when he was real old like this one was.
The boys stop and applaud him.
TRAMP
Can you... can you spare some cutter, me brothers?
Alex rams his stick into the Tramp's stomach. The boys laugh.
TRAMP
Oh-hhh!!! Go on, do me in you bastard cowards. I don't want to
live anyway, not in a stinking world like this.
ALEX
Oh - and what's so stinking about it?
TRAMP
It's a stinking world because there's no law and order any
more. It's a stinking world because it lets the young get onto
the old like you done. It's no world for an old man any more.
What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon and men
spinning around the earth and there's not no attention paid to
earthly law and order no more.
The Tramp starts singing again.
TRAMP
Oh dear land, I fought for thee and brought you peace and
victory.
Alex and gang move in and start beating up on old Tramp.
INT. DERELICT CASINO - NIGHT
Billyboy gang on stage tearing clothes off a screaming Girl.
ALEX (V.O.)
It was around by the derelict casino that we came across
Billyboy and his four droogs. They were getting ready to
perform a little of the old in-out, in-out on a weepy young
devotchka they had there.
Alex and gang step out of the shadows.
ALEX
Ho, Ho, Ho... Well, if it isn't stinking Billygoat Billyboy in
poison. How are thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip
oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles,
you eunuch jelly thou.
Billyboy snaps open a switchblade knife.
BILLY BOY
Let's get 'em boys.
The fight begins, chains, knives, kicking boots. Police siren.
ALEX
The Police... come on, let's go... come on.
Alex and the boys rush out of casino.
EXT. / INT. CAR - NIGHT - FAST DRIVING SHOTS
Swerving car, forcing other cars off the road, trying to hit pedestrians, etc.
ALEX (V.O.)
The Durango-95 purred away real horrorshow - a nice, warm
vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon it was trees
and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. We fillied
around for a while with other travelers of the night, playing
hogs of the road. Then we headed west, what we were after now
was the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and good for
laughs and lashing of the ultra-violent.
EXT. "HOME" - NIGHT
A cottage on its own, on outskirts of a village.
Bright moonlight. Cheery light inside.
Car pulls to stop.
Alex shushes his giggling boys and gets out of the car.
INT. "HOME" - NIGHT
Mr. Alexander typing. Bell rings.
MR. ALEXANDER
Who on earth could that be?
MRS. ALEXANDER
I'll see.
Mrs. Alexander, a good-looking red head in a red jumper suit.
MRS. ALEXANDER
Yes? Who is it?
ALEX
Excuse me, Mrs... will you please help, there's been a terrible
accident.
She opens the door on the chain and peeps out.
ALEX
My friend's lying in the middle of the road bleeding to death.
Could I please use your telephone for an ambulance?
MRS. ALEXANDER
I'm sorry, but we don't have a telephone. You'll have to go
somewhere else.
ALEX
But Mrs... it's a matter of life and death.
From inside the sound of clack clacky clack clack clackity clackclack of Alexander typing stops.
MR. ALEXANDER
Who is it, dear?
MRS. ALEXANDER
There's a young man here. He says there's been an accident.
He wants to use the telephone.
MR. ALEXANDER
Then you'd better let him in.
MRS. ALEXANDER
Wait a minute.
ALEX
Thank you, Mrs.
Mrs. Alexander opens door, saying...
MRS. ALEXANDER
I'm sorry, we don't usually let people in the middle of the night.
Alex and boys have put on their masks and rush into house, carrying and dragging Mrs.
Alexander along with them.
INT. HOME - NIGHT
They go roaring in.
Mr. Alexander is kicked in the face and goes down. Georgie leaps on him. Pete jumps up and
down and the settee. Dim grabs hold of Mrs. Alexander. Alex whistles piercingly.
ALEX
Right, Pete. Check the rest of the house.
Alex turns to Dim who holds the struggling Mrs. Alexander.
ALEX
Dim...
Dim sets her down but holds her firmly. Alex starts to sing - "Singin' in the Rain", accompanying
it with a kind of tap dance.
ALEX
(singing)
I'm singing in the rain...
He kicks Mr. Alexander accenting the lyrics.
ALEX
(singing)
Just singing in the rain...
He clubs Mr. Alexander with stick, in the time to the music.
ALEX
(singing)
What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again.
He pushes a rubber ball into Mrs. Alexander's mouth and binds it with sellotape.
ALEX
(singing)
I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above.
The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love.
Let the stormy clouds chase...
He kicks Mr. Alexander again.
ALEX
(singing)
... everyone from the place.
Come on with the rain...
He puts ball in Mr. Alexander's mouth and sellotapes it.
ALEX
(singing)
... I've a smile on my face.
I'll walk down the lane... to a happy refrain.
I'm singing... just singin' in the rain.
He knocks down the book cases and moves to Mrs. Alexander being held by Dim. Starts to repeat
on song as he cuts slowly up each leg of her cat suit, until she is naked. This coincidences with
the song finishing.
He turns to Mr. Alexander.
ALEX
Viddy well, my little Brother. Viddy well.
INT. KOROVA MILKBAR - NIGHT
The boys enter yawning.
ALEX (V.O.)
We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it
having been an evening of some small energy expenditure, O
my brothers, so we got rid of the auto and stopped off at the
Korova for a nightcap.
Dim moves over to milk machine and speaks to the statue of the nude girl.
DIM
Hello Lucy, had a busy night?
Puts money in machine.
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, and
the 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.
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, hello.
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 shit.
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.
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. CATLADY'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 shit, 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.
INSPECTOR
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.
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
258 in 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?
PRIEST
Indeed.
ALEX
And, Father, I've never been guilty of any institutional
infractions, have I?
PRIEST
You certainly have not, 655321. You've been very helpful, and
you've shown a genuine desire to reform.
ALEX
Father - may I ask you a question in private?
PRIEST
Certainly, my son, certainly. Is there something troubling you,
my son? Don't be shy to speak up. Remember, I know all the
urges that can trouble young men deprived of the society of
women.
ALEX
No Father. It's nothing like that, Father. It's about this new
thing they're all talking about. About this new treatment that
you out of prison in no time at all and makes sure you never
get back in again.
PRIEST
Where did you hear about this? Whose been talking about
these things?
ALEX
These things get around, Father. Two Warders talk as it might
be, and somebody can't help overhearing what they say. Then
somebody picks up a scrap of newspaper in the workshops and
the newspaper tells all about it. How about putting me in for
this new treatment, Father?
PRIEST
I take it you are referring to the Ludovico Technique?
ALEX
I don't know what it's called, Father, all I know is that it gets
you out quickly and makes sure that you never get in again.
PRIEST
That's not proven, 655321. In fact, it is only in the
experimental stage at this moment.
ALEX
But it is being used, isn't it, Father?
PRIEST
It has not been used yet in this prison. The Governor has grave
doubts about it and I have heard that there are very serious
dangers involved.
ALEX
I don't care about the danger, Father. I just want to be good. I
want for the rest of my life to be one act of goodness.
PRIEST
The question is weather or not this technique really makes a
man good. Goodness comes from within. Goodness is chosen.
When a man cannot chose, he ceases to be a man.
ALEX
I don't understand about the whys and wherefores, Father. I
only know I want to be good.
PRIEST
Be patient, my son, and put your trust in the Lord.
ALEX
Instruct thy son and he shall refresh thee and shall give
delight to thy soul.
PRIEST
Amen.
They cross themselves.
EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY
Prisoners walking in circles.
INT. PRISON CORRIDOR
Guards stand either side of cell doors.
Chief Guard with Governor, Minister and entourage.
CHIEF GUARD
Mister.
GUARD
All present and correct, sir.
CHIEF GUARD
Right. All present and correct, sir.
GOVERNOR
Very good, Chief.
They inspect cells.
CHIEF GUARD
Leave to carry on, sir, please?
GOVERNOR
Carry on, Chief.
CHIEF GUARD
Sir.
EXT. PRISON YARD
Chief Guard comes out of door.
CHIEF GUARD
Right, pay attention. I want you in two lines. Up against that
wall facing this way. Go on move! Hurry up about it and stop
talking.
The men line up. Chief Guard moves back to door and comes to attention.
CHIEF GUARD
Ready for inspection, sir.
He stands back and salutes as Governor, Minister and entourage enter and walk along line of
men.
MINISTER
How many to a cell?
GOVERNOR
Four in this block, sir.
MINISTER
Cram criminals together and what do you get - concentrated
criminality... crime in the midst of punishment.
GOVERNOR
I agree, sir. What we need are larger prisons. More money.
MINISTER
Not a chance, my dear fellow. The Ggovernment can't be
concerned any longer with outmoded penological theories.
Soon we may be needing all of out prison space for political
offenders. Common criminals like these are best dealt with on
a purely curative basis. Kill the criminal reflex that's all. Full
implementation in a year's time. Punishment means nothing to
them, you can see that... they enjoy their so-called punishment.
Alex seizes his chance as they pass by.
ALEX
You're absolutely right, sir.
CHIEF GUARD
Shut your bleedin' hole!!!
MINISTER
Who said that?
ALEX
I did, sir.
MINISTER
What crime did you commit.
ALEX
The accidental killing of a person, sir.
CHIEF GUARD
He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherence of theft. 14
years... sir!
MINISTER
Excellent. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing. Young.
Bold. Viscous. He'll do.
GOVERNOR
Well, fine... we could still look at C-Block.
MINISTER
No, no, no. That's enough. He's perfect. I want his records sent
to me. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of
all recognition.
ALEX
Thank you very much for this chance, sir.
MINISTER
Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy.
GOVERNOR
Shall we go to my office?
MINISTER
Thank you.
INT. GOVERNOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Governor seated at his desk. There is a knock on the door.
GOVERNOR
Come in.
Door opens. Chief Guard enters with Alex.
CHIEF GUARD
Sir, 655321, sir.
GOVERNOR
Very good, Chief.
Chief Guard turns to Alex.
CHIEF GUARD
Forward to the white line, toes behind it. Full name and number
to the Governor.
Chief Guard closes door.
ALEX
Alexander de Large, sir. 655321, sir.
The Governor takes off his glasses.
GOVERNOR
I don't suppose you know who that was this morning, do you?
That was no less a personage than the Minister of the Interior
and what they call a very new broom. Well, these new
ridiculous ideas have come at last, and orders are orders,
though I may say to you in confidence that I do not approve. An
eye for an eye, I say, if someone hits you, you hit back, do you
not? Why then should not the State very severely hit by you
brutal offenders not hit back also? But the new view is to say
no. The new view is that we turn the bad into good. All of which
seems to be grossly unjust. Hmmmmmm.
ALEX
Sir...
CHIEF GUARD
Shut your filthy hole, you scum!!!
GOVERNOR
You are to be reformed. Tomorrow you go to this man,
Brodsky. You will be leaving here. You will be transferred to
the Ludovico Medical Facility. It is believed that you will be able
to leave State custody in a little over a fortnight. I suppose that
prospect pleases you?
CHIEF GUARD
Answer when the Governor asks you a question you filthy
young swine!
ALEX
Oh yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir. I've done my best here I
really have, sir. I'm very grateful to all concerned.
GOVERNOR
Sign this – where it's marked.
Alex turns the paper to read it.
CHIEF GUARD
Don't read it - sign it!
GOVERNOR
It says that you are willing to have the residue of your sentence
commuted to the Ludovico treatment.
Alex signs. Governor gathers up papers.
Alex dots the last "i" and smiles.
INT. LUDOVICO CENTRE RECEPTION DESK - DAY
ALEX (V.O.)
The next morning I was taken to the Ludovico Medical Facility,
outside the town centre, and I felt a malenky bit sad having to
say goodbye to the old Staja, as you always will when you leave
a place you've like gotten used to.
Chief Guard briskly leads the way for Alex and escort. They move into reception hall where the
Doctor stands.
CHIEF GUARD
(shouting like an RSM)
Right. Halt the prisoner. Good morning, sir, I'm Chief Officer
Barnes. I've got 655321 on a transfer from Parkmoor to the
Ludovico Centre, sir!
DOCTOR
Good morning, we've been expecting you. I'm Dr. Alcott.
Chief Guard checks the name from his clipboard.
CHIEF GUARD
Yes, Dr. Alcott. Are you prepared to accept the prisoner, sir?
DOCTOR
Yes, of course.
CHIEF GUARD
Well, I wonder if you'd mind signing these transfer
documents, sir.
Doctor signs.
CHIEF GUARD
Thank you, sir. There, sir... there, and there, sir... and there.
Thank you, sir. Prison escort move forward. Halt. Excuse me,
sir. Is that the officer that is to take charge of the prisoner,
sir?
Doctor nods. Officer steps forward.
CHIEF GUARD
If I might offer a word of advice, Doc. You'll have to watch this
one. A right brutal bastard he has been, and will be again. In
spite all his sucking up to the prison Chaplain and reading the
Bible.
DOCTOR
Oh, I think we can manage things. Charlie, will you show the
young man to his room now.
CHARLIE
Right, sir. Come this way, please.
Alex exits with Officer.
INT. ALEX'S ROOM - LUDOVICO CENTRE - DAY
Alex finishing breakfast tray in bed.
Room bright and cheery.
Dr. Branom, a tall woman in her fifties, enters with nurse carrying a sterile tray.
DR. BRANOM
(very briskly)
Good morning, Alex, my name is Dr. Branom. I'm Doctor
Brodsky's assistant.
ALEX
Good Morning, Missus. Lovely day, isn't it?
DR. BRANOM
Indeed it is. May I take this.
She removes his tray.
DR. BRANOM
How're you feeling this morning?
ALEX
Fine... fine.
DR. BRANOM
Good. In a few minutes, you'll meeting Dr. Brodsky and we'll
begin your treatment. You're a very lucky boy to have been
chosen.
ALEX
I realise all that, Missus, and I'm very grateful to all
concerned.
DR. BRANOM
We're going to friends now, sir.
ALEX
I hope so, Missus.
She inserts a needle into the medicine vial.
ALEX (CONT'D)
What's the hypo for then? Going to send me to sleep?
DR. BRANOM
Oh no, nothing of the sort.
ALEX
Vitamins will it be then?
DR. BRANOM
Something like that. You are a little undernourished, so after
each meal were going to give you a shot. Roll over on your
right side please, loosen your pyjama pants and pull them half-
way down.
He does, somewhat reluctantly. She gives him a shot in the bum.
ALEX
What exactly is the treatment here going to be then?
DR. BRANOM
It's quite simple really. Were just going to show you some
films.
ALEX
You mean like going to the pictures?
DR. BRANOM
Something like that.
ALEX
Well, that's good. I like to viddy the old films now and again.
INT. AUDIO VISUAL LUDOVICO CENTRE - DAY
Auditorium setting. Alex is bound in a examination chair in front of a large video screen. A
white-coated Technician is strapping Alex's head to a medical device.
He then carefully attaches the eyelid locking to Alex's eyes.
ALEX (V.O.)
And viddy films I would. Where I was taken to, brothers, was
like no cine I'd been in before. I was bound up in a straight-
jacket and my gulliver was strapped to a headrest with like
wires running away from it. Then they clamped like lidlocks
on my eyes so I could not shut them no matter how hard I tried.
It seemed a bit crazy to me, but I let them get on with what they
wanted to get on with. If I was to be a free young malchick in a
fortnight's time, I would put up with much in the meantime, my
brothers.
At the back of the auditorium are ten or fifteen solemn medical Professionals in white coats
watching the proceedings and occasionally taking notes. A film begins showing on the screen.
The Technician drops eyedrops into Alex's eyes.
VIOLENCE FILM
Man being beaten by four toughs wearing white.
Punches, kicks, grunts, blood.
ALEX (V.O.)
So far the first film was a very good professional piece of cine,
looked like it was done in Hollywood.
Screams, moans, kicks, punches.
ALEX (V.O.)
The sounds were real horroshow. You could slooshy the
screams and moans very realistic and you could even get the
heavy breathing and panting of the tolchocking malchicks at
the same time. And then, what do you know, soon our dear old
friend, the red, red vino on tap. The same in all places like it's
put out by the same big firm, began to flow. It was beautiful. It's
funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real
when you viddy them on a screen.
More kicks, punches, groans, thumps.
Girl being beaten, raped by six toughs.
Screams, music, laughing, grunts, heavy breathing.
ALEX (V.O.)
Now all the time I was watching this, I was beginning to get
very aware of like not feeling all that well, but I tried to forget
this, concentrating on the next film, which jumped right away
on a young devotchka, who was being given the old in-out, in-
out, first by one malchick, then another, then another. This
seemed real, very real, though if you thought about it properly
you couldn't imagine lewdies actually agreeing to having all
this done to them in a film, and if these films were made by the
good, or the State, you couldn't imagine them being allowed to
take these films, without like interfering with what was going
on.
Girl being raped.
ALEX (V.O.)
When it came to the sixth or seventh malchick, leering and
smecking and then going into it, I began to feel really sick.
But I could not shut my glazzies and even if I tried to move my
glazballs about I still not get out of the line of fire of this
picture.
Alex squirming and retching.
Dr. Brodsky clears his throat and quietly addresses his colleagues seated in the back of the room.
DR. BRODSKY
Very soon now the drug will cause the subject to experience a
death-like paralysis together with deep feelings of terror and
helplessness. One of our earlier test subjects described it as
being like death, a sense of stifling and drowning, and it is
during this period we have found the subject will make his
most rewarding associations between his catastrophic
experience and environment and the violence he sees.
Alex retching violently and struggling against his strait jacket.
ALEX
Let me be sick... I want to get up. Get me something to be sick
in... Stop the film... Please stop it... I can't stand it any more.
Stop it please... please.
INT. ALEX'S ROOM - LUDOVICO - DAY
DR. BRANOM
Well, that was a very promising start. By my calculations, you
should be starting to feel alright again. Yes? Dr. Brodsky's
pleased with you. Now tomorrow there'll be two sessions, of
course, morning and afternoon.
ALEX
You mean, I have to viddy two sessions in one day?
DR. BRANOM
I imagine you'll be feeling a little bit limp by the end of the day.
But we have to be hard on you. You have to be cured.
ALEX
But it was horrible.
DR. BRANOM
Well, of course, it was horrible. Violence is a very horrible
thing. That's what you're learning now. Your body is learning
it.
ALEX
I just don't understand about feeling sick the way I did. I never
used to feel sick before. I used to feel like the very opposite. I
mean, doing it or watching it, I used to feel real horrorshow. I
just don't understand why, how or what.
DR. BRANOM
You felt ill this afternoon because you're getting better. You
see, when we're healthy we respond to the presence of the
hateful with fear and nausea. You're becoming healthy that's
all. By this time tomorrow you'll be healthier still.
INT. AUDIO VISUAL LUDOVICO CENTRE - DAY
Alex retching and screaming – restrained again by a straight-jacket.
ALEX (V.O.)
It was the next day, brothers, and I had truly done my best,
morning and afternoon, to play it their way and sit like a
horrorshow co-operative malchick in the chair of torture,
while they flashed nasty bits of ultra-violence on the screen.;
though not on the soundtrack, my brothers. The only sound
being music. Then I noticed in all my pain and sickness what
music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig van -
9th symphony, 4th movement.
ALEX
Stop it... stop it, please!!! I beg of you!!! It's a sin!!! It's a sin!!!
It's a sin, please!!!
Brodsky leans forward and turns down the sound.
DR. BRODSKY
What's all this about sin?
ALEX
That!... Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone.
Beethoven just wrote music.
DR. BRANOM
Are you referring to the background score?
ALEX
Yes!!!
DR. BRANOM
You've heard Beethoven before?
ALEX
Yes!!!
DR. BRODSKY
You're keen on music?
ALEX
Yes!!!
DR. BRANOM
(quietly)
What do you think about that, Dr. Brodsky?
DR. BRODSKY
(softly)
It can't be helped. Here's your punishment element perhaps.
The Governor ought to be pleased... I'm sorry, Alex, this is for
your own good, you'll have to bear with us for a while.
ALEX
You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that
all this ultra-violence and killing is wrong and terribly wrong.
I've learned my lesson, sir. I see now what I've never seen
before I'm cured, praise Bog!
DR. BRODSKY
You're not cured yet, my boy.
DR. BRODSKY
You must take your chance boy. The choice has been all yours.
ALEX
But, Sir... Missus... I see that it's wrong! It's wrong because
it's like against like society. It's wrong because everybody has
the right to live and be happy without being tolchocked and
knifed.
DR. BRODSKY
No, no, boy. You really must leave it to us, but be cheerful about
it. In less than a fortnight now, you'll be a free man.
INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY
VIP audience including Minister, Junior Minister, Prison Governor, Priest, Dr. Branom, Dr.
Brodsky.
Dressed in street clothes Alex enters led by a white-coated Technician.
He is led onto stage and left standing there, blinking into lights.
The Minister rises and walks to the front of the auditorium.
MINISTER
Ladies and Gentlemen, at this point, we introduce the subject
himself. He is, as you will perceive, fit and well nourished. He
comes straight from as night's sleep and a good breakfast,
undrugged, unhypnotized. Tomorrow, we send him with
confidence out into the world again, as decent a lad as you
would meet on a May morning. What a change is here, Ladies
and Gentlemen, from the wretched hoodlum the state
committed to unprofitable punishment some two years ago,
unchanged after two years. Unchanged, do I say - not quite.
Prison taught him a false smile, the rubbed hands of hypocrisy,
the fawning, greased, obsequious leer. Other vices prison
taught him as well as confirming him in those he had long
practised before. Our party promised to restore law and order
and to make the streets safe for the ordinary peace loving
citizen. This pledge is now about to become a reality. Ladies
and Gentlemen, this is an historic moment. The problem of
criminal violence is soon to be a thing of the past. But enough
of words - actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all.
He returns to his seat and leans close to his Junior Minister.
JUNIOR MINISTER
Our necks are out a long way on this, Minister.
MINISTER
I have complete faith in Brodsky. If the polls are right, we have
nothing to lose.
Lights are dimmed. Enter Lardface, an elegantly dressed fag.
LARDFACE
Hello, heap of dirt. Pooh, you don't wash much do you, judging
by the horrible smell.
ALEX
Why do you say that, brother? I had a shower this morning.
LARDFACE
Oh, he had a shower this morning. You trying to call me a
liar?
ALEX
No, brother. What d'you want?
LARDFACE
What do I want?
ALEX
Sorry, brother. I didn't mean any offence.
LARDFACE
Oh. Oh, you're sorry are you, well you must think I'm awfully
stupid.
He slaps Alex in the face.
ALEX
Why did you do that, brother? I've never done wrong to you.
LARDFACE
You want to know why I did that, well you see - I do that...
He stamps on Alex's foot.
LARDFACE
... and this...
He pulls Alex's nose.
LARDFACE
... and that...
He pulls Alex's ear, pushes him off balance and plants his foot on his chest.
LARDFACE
... because I don't like you horrible type, do I, and if you want to
start something... if you want to start... go on... well, you just
start. Please do.
Alex retching.
ALEX
I'm gonna be sick.
LARDFACE
You're gonna be sick are you?
ALEX
I wanna be sick.
LARDFACE
You wanna be sick?
ALEX
Let me get up.
LARDFACE
You wanna get up? Well, you've gotta you see... well I want you
to lick it. Go on... Lick it.
Alex, gagging and coughing, licks the sole of his shoe.
LARDFACE
... And again... Go on!!! Again! There's a good boy.
ALEX (V.O.)
And, O my brothers, would you believe your faithful friend and
long suffering narrator pushed out his red yahzik a mile and a
half to lick the grahzny, vonny boots. The horrible killing
sickness had wooshed up and turned the like joy of battle into a
feeling I was going to snuff it.
Minister rises.
MINISTER
Enough! That will do very well. Thank you.
Lardface does leading-man-bows. A smattering of applause.
LARDFACE
Thank you very much, Ladies and Gentlemen... Thank you.
Alex on floor - still retching.
A beautiful nude Girl enters.
Alex looks up slowly.
ALEX (V.O.)
She came towards me with the light like it was the like light of
heavenly grace, and the first thing that flashed into my gulliver
was that I would like to have her right down there on the floor
with the old in-out, real savage. But quick as a shot came the
sickness, like a detective that had been watching around the
corner and now followed to make his arrest.
Alex retching. Minister rises.
MINISTER
Thank you very much. Thank you my dear.
Girl bows and exits to loud applause.
MINISTER
Not feeling too bad now are you?
ALEX
(pulling himself together)
No, sir, I feel really great.
MINISTER
Good.
ALEX
Was I alright, sir? Did I do well, sir?
MINISTER
Fine. Absolutely fine. You see, Ladies and Gentlemen our
subject is, you see, impelled towards good by paradoxically
being impelled toward evil. The intention to act violently is
accompanied by strong feelings of physical distress. To
counter these, the subject has to switch to a diametrically
opposed attitude. Any questions?
Priest rises and moves to Alex.
PRIEST
Choice! The boy has no real choice, has he? Self interest, fear
of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self
abasement. Its insincerity was clearly to be seen. He ceases
also to be a creature capable of moral choice.
MINISTER
Padre, these are subtleties. We are not concerned with motive,
with the higher ethics; we are concerned only with cutting
down crime. And with relieving the ghastly congestion in our
prisons... He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the
other cheek. Ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to
the very heart at the thought even of killing a fly. Reclamation,
joy before the angels of God. The point is that it works!
Applause.
EXT. FLATBLOCK
Alex walking carrying his prison parcel wrapped in brown paper.
INT. ALEX'S FLAT
Ma, Pa and Joe the Lodger reading newspapers. Headlines - all Alex.
Alex enters quietly. Loud radio music from sitting room prevents anyone from hearing him. He
enters his won room which is the first off the hall.
ALEX
Hi. Hi. Hi, there my Pee and Em.
All three look up startled.
EM
Alex.
ALEX
(to his mother)
Hullo love, how are you?
(kisses her)
Nice to see you, Dad.
PEE
Hullo lad. What a surprise, good to see you.
ALEX
Keeping fit then?
PEE
(very ill at ease)
Fine, fine.
ALEX
Well, how are you then?
PEE
Oh fine, fine. Keeping out of trouble, you know.
ALEX
Well - I'm back.
PEE
(with feigned enthusiasm)
Aye. Glad to see you back, lad.
EM
Why didn't you let us know what was happening, son?
ALEX
Sorry, Em, I wanted it to be like... a big surprise for you and
pee.
PEE
Well, it's a surprise all right, a bit bewildering too.
EM
We've only just read about it in the morning papers.
PEE
Aye. You should have let us know, lad, not that we're not very
pleased to see you again. All cured too, eh?
ALEX
That's right, Dad they did a great job on my gulliver, I'm
completely reformed.
PEE
Aye.
ALEX
(looks in the kitchen)
Well, still the same old place then, eh?
PEE
Oh, aye, aye.
ALEX
(fake whisper)
Hey, Dad, there's a strange fella sitting on the sofa there
munchy-wunching lomticks of toast.
PEE
Aye, that's Joe. He... ummmm, lives here now. The lodger.
That's what he is... he... he rents your room.
Alex confronts Joe.
ALEX
How do you do, Joe? Find the room comfortable, do you? No
complaints?
JOE
I've heard about you. I know what you've done. Breaking the
hearts of your poor grieving parents. So you're back? You're
back to make a life of misery for your lovely parents, is that it?
Well, over my dead corpse you will, because you see, they've let
me be more like a son to them than like a lodger.
Alex cocks his fist and starts to retch violently, almost at the same moment Joe drops back on the
couch next to Em.
EM
Joe! Joe! Don't fight here boys!
Alex burps and retches.
JOE
Oh, please. Do put your hand over your mouth, it's bloody <
revolting.
Alex violently ill.
PEE
Well, what's the matter lad, are you feeling alright?
EM
Dad... It's the treatment.
More retching.
JOE
Well, it's disgusting. It puts you off your food.
EM
Leave him be, Joe. It's the treatment.
PEE
D'you think we should do something?
EM
Would you like me to make you a nice cup of tea, son?
ALEX
No thanks, Mum. It'll pass in a minute...
(after a pause)
... What have you done with all my own personal things?
PEE
Well. That was all took away, son, by the Police. New
regulation about compensation for the victim.
ALEX
What about Basil? Where's my snake?
PEE
Oh well, he met with like an accident. He passed away.
Alex becomes a bit weepy.
ALEX
What's gonna happen to me then? I mean that's my room he's
in - there's no denying that. This is my home also. What
suggestions have you, my Pee and Em, to make?
PEE
Well, all this needs thinking about, son. I mean we can't very
well just kick Joe out... Not just like that, can we? I mean Joe
is here doing a job. A contract it is, two years. Well, we made
like an arrangement, didn't we Joe? You see, son, Joe's paid
next month's rent already so, well, whatever we do in the
future, we cant just say to Joe to get out, now can we?
JOE
No, there's much more than that, though. I mean I've got you
two to think of. I mean you're more like a mother and father to
me. Well, it wouldn't be fair now, would it, for me to go off and
leave you two to the tender mercies of this young monster
who's been like no real son at all. Look, let him go off and find
a room somewhere. Let him learn the errors of his way, and
that a bad boy like he's been don't deserve such a good mum
and dad as he's had.
ALEX
Alright. I see how things are now. I've suffered and I've
suffered, and I've suffered and everybody wants me to go on
suffering.
JOE
You've made others suffer. It's only fair that you should suffer
proper. You know I've been told everything you've done, sitting
here at night round the family table, pretty shocking it was to
listen to. It made me real sick, a lot of it did. Now look what
you've gone and done to your mother.
Em bursts into tears.
ALEX
So that's the way it is then, eh? That's the way it is. Right, I'm
leaving now, you won't ever viddy me no more. I'll make my own
way. Thank you very much. Let it lie heavy on your
consciences.
Alex exits.
PEE
(shouting after him)
Now don't take it like that son.
Em boohoohoos, Joe comforts her.
EXT. AMBANKMENT - DAY
Alex walks along the Thames embankment still holding his paper parcel.
Tramp enters. The same man beaten by Alex and his gang earlier in the film.
TRAMP
Can you spare me some cutter, me brother? Can you spare
some cutter, me brother?
Alex, without looking at him, reaches in his pocket and gives him some money.
TRAMP
Oh, thankyou, your honour.
The Tramp takes a second look at Alex.
TRAMP
Jamey Mack! Be the hokey fly! Holy Mother of God! All the
Holy Angels and blessed saints in Heaven preserve us.
Alex breaks away but the Tramp toddles alongside him.
TRAMP
I never forget a face! I never forget any face, be God!
ALEX
Leave me alone, brother. I've never seen you before.
Tramp shouts to other Meths drinkers and Tramps.
TRAMP
This is the poisonous young swine that near done me in. Him
and his friends beat me and kicked me and thumped me.
Alex breaks away again.
TRAMP
Stop him! Stop him!
A leg is stuck out and Alex goes down. The tramp swarm all over him.
TRAMP
They laughed at me blood and me moans. This murderous
young pig is a prize specimen of the cowardly brutal young. He
is in our midst and at our mercy. Give it to him. That's it.
Old Tramps begin to beat at Alex.
ALEX (V.O.)
Then there was like a sea of dirty, smelly old men trying to get
at your humble Narrator, with their feeble rookers and horny
old claws. It was Old Age having a go at Youth and I daren't do
a single solitary thing, O my brothers, it being better to be hit
at like that, than want to be sick and feel that horrible pain.
The Tramp crowd round Alex, shouting.
TRAMPS
Young hooligan... Vagabound... Kill him... Villain... Toad...
Bastard... Kick his teeth in... Near killed poor old Jack, he did.
Police move in and push off crowd.
FIRST POLICEMAN
Alright, stop it now.
SECOND POLICEMAN
Alright, stop it now. Alright! Come on. Stop breaking the State
peace. You naughty boys. Alright, that's enough.
Alex looks up.
ALEX
Oh, no.
DIM
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex. Long
time no viddy, droog. How goes? Surprised are you?
ALEX
Impossible... I don't believe it.
GEORGIE
Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up our sleeves. No magic,
little Alex? A job for two, who are now of job age. The police.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Police Landrover drives up.
Alex is pulled out by Georgie and Dim and hustled up a deserted lane.
DIM
Come on, Alex. Come for walkies. Hahahahaha.
ALEX
Come, come, my little droogies. I just don't get this at all. The
old days are dead and gone. For what I did in the past I've been
punished.
DIM
Been punished, yeah?
ALEX
I've been cured.
DIM
Been cured, yeah, that was read out to us. The Inspector read
all that out to us. He said it was a very good way.
ALEX
I just don't get this all. It was them that went for me, brothers.
You're not on their side and can't be. You can't be Dim. It was
someone we fillied with back in the old days... Trying to get his
own malenky bit of revenge after all this time. You remember,
Dim?
DIM
Long time, is right. I don't remember them days too
horrorshow. Don't call me Dim no more, either. Officer, call
me.
GEORGIE
Enough is remembered though, little Alex.
Dim and Georgie laugh.
They drag Alex to a low water through.
DIM
This is to make sure you stay cured.
Georgie hits Alex in the stomach with his blackjack. Then, they push his head under the water
and methodically start to beat him with their blackjacks.
After a full minute of this, they drag him out, halt-drowned,
DIM
(laughing)
Be viddying you some more, some time Alex.
EXT. "HOME" - NIGHT - HEAVY RAIN
Alex stumbles up the road to the entrance gate.
ALEX (V.O.)
Where was I to go, who had no home and no money. I cried for
meself, Home, Home, Home. It was Home I was wanting and it
was Home I came to, brothers, not realising in the state I was
in, where I was and had been before.
Alex stumbles and crawls to the door.
INT. "HOME" - NIGHT
Mr. Alexander at his typewriter.
Julian a 6'4" - heavyweight weight-lifter lies across an exercise bench working with bar-bells.
The door bell rings.
MR. ALEXANDER
Who on earth could that be?
JULIAN
I'll see who it is.
He goes to the door.
JULIAN
Yes, what is it?
No reply. He opens the door. Alex falls into the hall.
ALEX
(barely audible)
Help. Help me... Help me... Police.
Julian picks him up like a child and carries him into the living room.
INT. "HOME" – LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
ALEX (V.O.)
And would you believe it, O my brothers and only friends, there
was your faithful Narrator being held helpless, like a babe in
arms, and suddenly realising where I was and why HOME on
the gate had looked so familiar. But I knew I was safe. I knew
he would not remember me for, in those carefree days, I and my
so-called droogs wore our maskies which were like real
horrorshow disguises.
JULIAN
Frank, I think this young man needs help.
MR. ALEXANDER
Dear, dear, dear. Whatever happened to you, my boy?
Mr. Alexander, now confined to a wheelchair, pushes himself away from his desk, and rolls up to
Julian. The water drips off Alex's clothes. They look at each other.
ALEX
The police... The horrible ghastly Police. They beat me up, sir.
The Police beat me up, sir.
Mr. Alexander stares at him. It becomes apparent he is insane.
MR. ALEXANDER
I know who you are! Isn't it your picture in the newspapers?
Didn't I see you this morning on the video? Are you not the
poor victim of this horrible new technique?
ALEX
Yes, sir, that's exactly who I am, sir... and what I am... a victim,
sir.
Mr. Alexander becomes frenzied as the speech progresses.
MR. ALEXANDER
Then, by God, you have been sent here by providence. Tortured
in prison, then thrown out to be tortured by the Police. My
heart goes out to you, poor, poor boy. Oh, you are not the first
to come here in distress. The Police are fond of bringing their
victims to the outskirts of this village. But it is providential
that you, who are also another kind of victim, should come
here. But you're cold and shivering. Julian, draw a bath for
this young man.
JULIAN
Certainly, Frank.
He carries Alex off.
ALEX
Thank you very much, sir. God bless you, sir.
Alexander bites his hand.
INT. "HOME" - BATHROOM
Alex soaks, eyes closed, in a hot tub.
After a while he begins softly singing to himself: "Singin' in the Rain".
INT. "HOME" - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Mr. Alexander is hunched over the phone, talking in hoarse whipsers. The door to the bathroom
is right behind him. While he speaks Mr. Alexander throws nervous glances over his shoulder.
MR. ALEXANDER
I tell you, sir, they have turned this young man into something
other than a human being. He has no power of choice any more.
He's committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine
capable only of good... He can be the most potent weapon
imaginable to ensure that the Government is not returned at
the next election. The Government's great boast, as you know
sir, is the way they have dealt with crime in the last few
months. Recruiting brutal young roughs into the police,
proposing debilitation and will-sapping techniques of
conditioning. Oh, we've seen it all before in other countries
The thin end of the wedge. Before we know where we are we
shall have the full apparatus of totalitarianism. This young boy
is a living witness to these diabolical proposals. The people –
the common people – must know... must see! There are rare
traditions of liberty to defend. The tradition of liberty means
all. The common people will let it go! Oh, yes - they will sell
liberty for a quieter life. That is why they must be led, sir,
driven... pushed!!! Thank you very much, sir. He'll be here.
Trembling with excitement and madness, Mr. Alexander hangs up the phone. His eyes, shiny with
anticipation. Then, suddenly, he becomes aware of Alex's voice coming from the other side of the
door.
INT. "HOME" - BATHROOM
Alex in bath, singing.
ALEX
I'm singing in the rain,
Just singing in the rain...
MR. ALEXANDER
His face horribly distorted in a Homeric rage.
INT. "HOME" - NIGHT
Alex, alone, in complete silence. Eating a large plate of spaghetti. The giant, Julian, appears,
carrying Mr. Alexander in his wheelchair. He deposits him at the table.
ALEX
Good evening, sir.
MR. ALEXANDER
(very weird)
Good evening.
ALEX
It was very kind of you to leave this out for me, sir. There was
no-one around when I finished my bath, so I started. I hope
that's alright, sir.
MR. ALEXANDER
(too loud - voice out of control)
Of course. Food alright?
ALEX
Great, sir. Great.
MR. ALEXANDER
Try the wine!
ALEX
Thank you very much, sir. Cheers
Suddenly the thought occurs to Alex that the wine may be drugged or poisoned.
ALEX
Won't you join me, sir?
MR. ALEXANDER
No, my health doesn't allow it.
ALEX
(to Julian)
And you, sir?
JULIAN
No thank you.
Alex, stalling for time, reaches for bottle and reads the label.
ALEX
1960, Chateau, Saint Estephe, Medoc, very good brand, sir.
He doesn't get a penny's change for his remarks from Alexander and Julian.
He holds the glass up to the light.
ALEX
Very good colour, sir. Smells mice, too.Very good number, sir.
Very good. Here's to it.
He downs the glass.
ALEX
Very refreshing, sir, very refreshing.
MR. ALEXANDER
(very arch)
I'm so pleased you appreciate good wine. Have another glass!
ALEX
Thank you, sir.
MR. ALEXANDER
My wife...
Alex freezes.
MR. ALEXANDER
... used to do everything for me and leave me to my writing.
ALEX
Your wife, sir? Has she gone away?
MR. ALEXANDER
No. She's dead!
ALEX
I'm sorry to hear about that, sir.
His face contorted in rage.
MR. ALEXANDER
She was very badly raped, you see. We were assaulted by a
gang of vicious young hooligans in this house, in this very
room you're sitting in now. I was left a helpless cripple. The
doctors said it was Pneumonia, because it happened some
months later during the 'flu epidemic. The doctors told me it
was Pneumonia, but I knew what it was. A victim of the modern
age, poor, poor girl.
Suddenly his mood changes. He wheels right up to Alex.
MR. ALEXANDER
And now you, another victim of the modern age. But you can be
helped. I phoned some friends while you were having a bath.
ALEX
Phoned some friends, sir?
MR. ALEXANDER
Yes. They want to help.
ALEX
Help me, sir?
MR. ALEXANDER
Help you.
ALEX
Who are they, sir?
MR. ALEXANDER
They're very, very important people and they're interested in
you.
Bell rings. Julian rises,
MR. ALEXANDER
Julian. This will be these people now.
Alex gets up.
ALEX
Look, sir. I'm sorry to have troubled you. I think I ought to be
going, sir.
Julian bars the way.
MR. ALEXANDER
No, no my boy. No trouble at all.
Alex slowly sits.
MR. ALEXANDER
Have another glass of wine.
He pours. Alex picks up glass and takes a drink.
INT. "HOME" - NIGHT
Dolin and Rubinstein enter with Julian.
DOLIN
(genial)
Hullo, Frank.
MR. ALEXANDER
Good evening, sir.
RUBINSTEIN
Frank.
DOLIN
So this is the young man?
ALEX
How do you do, sir?
DOLIN
Hullo.
ALEX
Missus. Very pleased to meet you.
RUBINSTEIN
Hullo.
DOLIN
I hope you forgive us for coming over at this ungodly hour, but
we heard from Frank that you were in some trouble so we came
over to see if we could be of any help.
ALEX
Very kind of you, sir. Thank you very much.
DOLIN
I understand that you had a rather unfortunate encounter with
the Police tonight.
ALEX
Yes, sir. I suppose you might call it that, sir.
DOLIN
Hahaha, and how are you feeling now?
ALEX
Much better, thank you, sir.
DOLIN
Feel like talking to us. Answering a few questions?
ALEX
Fine, sir, fine.
DOLIN
Well, as I've said, we've heard about you. We are interested in
your case. We want to help you.
ALEX
Thank you very much, sir.
DOLIN
But first we'd like to find out a few things about you.
ALEX
What would you like to know, sir?
DOLIN
Well, shall we get down to it?
ALEX
Yes, sir.
Rubinstein takes out a notebook.
RUBINSTEIN
The newspapers mentioned that in addition to your being
conditioned against acts of sex and violence, you've
inadvertently been conditioned against music.
ALEX
Well, er, I think that was something that they hadn't planned
for, you see, Missus, I'm very fond of music and always have
been, especially Beethoven, Ludwig van... Beethoven. B... E...
E...
He leans over and looks at her writing in notebook.
RUBINSTEIN
It's alright, thank you.
ALEX
And it just so happened that while they were showing me a
particularly bad film, of like a concentration camp, the
background music was playing Beethoven.
RUBINSTEIN
So now you have the same reaction to music as you do to sex
and violence?
ALEX
Oh well, it's... it's not all music you see, Missus. It's just the
9th.
RUBINSTEIN
You mean Beethoven's 9th Symphony?
ALEX
That's right. Er... I can't listen to the 9th any more at all.
When I hear the 9th, I get like this funny feeling.
RUBINSTEIN
When you say this funny feeling, you mean the state of mind
brought on by the treatment they gave you?
ALEX
That is correct, sir. And then all I can think about is like
trying to snuff it.
RUBINSTEIN
I beg your pardon?
ALEX
Snuff it, sir... um... death, I mean, missus... Er... I just want to
die peacefully like with no... pain.
RUBINSTEIN
Do you feel that way now?
ALEX
Um... oh no, sir, not exactly, I still feel very miserable, very
much down in spirits.
RUBINSTEIN
Do you still feel suicidal?
ALEX
Um... well, put it this way... I feel very low in myself. I can't see
much in the future, and I feel that any second something
terrible is going to happen to me.
He pitches forward, face into the plate of spaghetti.
RUBINSTEIN
Well done, Frank. Julian, get the car, will you please?
INT. HI-FI ROOM - DAWN
Alexander sits looking up. Rubinstein, Julian and Dolin also listening to Beethoven played
loudly on tape recorder.
INT. DOLIN'S HOUSE - PRISONER BEDROOM - DAY
The 9th Symphony booming up through the floor.
Alex slowly regains consciousness.
ALEX (V.O.)
I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal.
Then I realised what it was. The music coming up from the
floor was our old friend, Ludwig van and the dreaded 9th
Symphony.
He staggers to the door. It is locked. He kicks and tugs the door.
ALEX
Open the door... turn it off... turn it off.
CUT TO:
THE BILLIARD ROOM BELOW
Hi-Fi gear laid out on the table. Large speakers facing upwards. Mr. Alexander trembles and
twitches. He is now completely mad. The others merely wait, coolly.
INT. DOLIN'S HOUSE - PRISONER BEDROOM - DAY
Alex on his knees. His hands cupped over his ears, banging his head on the floor.
Then he stops and slowly straightens up, staring at the window.
ALEX (V.O.)
Suddenly I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do
- and that was to do myself in, to snufff it, to blast off forever out
of this wicked cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and
then sleep - forever and ever and ever.
EXT. WINDOW - DAWC
Alex leaps out of the window.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD
Alex in bed. Camera slowly tracks along length of his body. Everything is bandages and plaster
splints, wire cages, blood drips.
ALEX (V.O.)
I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh
no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.
I came back to life, after a long, black, black gap of what might
have been a million years.
We hear Alex moan, and then another moan. Alex and the other - a few times.
Suddenly, some curtains which have been drawn around another bed in the ward are parted, and
a nurse hurries to Alex, hastily buttoning up her uniform. She is trailed by a young Intern
fumbling with his trousers.
NURSE
Oh, he's recovered conscienceness, Doctor.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Em and Pee sitting around the bed.
PEE
Hullo, lad.
EM
Hullo, son, how are you?
PEE
Are you feeling better?
ALEX
What gives, O my Pee and Em, what makes you think you are
welcome?
Em sobs. Pee comforts her.
PEE
There, there mother, it's alright. He doesn't mean it. You were
in the papers again, son. It said they had done great wrong to
you. It said how the Government drove you to try and do
yourself in... and when you think about it, son... maybe it was
our fault too in a way... your home's your home when it's all
said and done, son.
Em sobs.
INT. HOSPITAL
Psychiatrist wheels trolley to Alex's bed. He is sitting up.
ALEX
Good morning, Missus.
DR. TAYLOR
How are you feeling today?
ALEX
Fine. Fine.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. I'm doctor Taylor.
ALEX
I haven't seen you before.
DR. TAYLOR
I'm your Psychiatrist.
ALEX
Psychiatrist? Huh, do I need one?
DR. TAYLOR
Just part of hospital routine.
ALEX
What are we going to do? Talk about me sex life?
DR. TAYLOR
No... I'm going to show you some slides and you are going to
tell me what you think about them Alright?
ALEX
Ohhh... jolly good. Perhaps you can explain me something to
me first.
DR. TAYLOR
Yes?
ALEX
Well, when I was all like ashamed up and half awake and
unconscious like, I kept having this dream like all these
doctors were playing around with me gulliver. You know... like
the inside of me brain. I seemed to have this dream over and
over again. D'you think it means anything?
DR. TAYLOR
Patients who've sustained the kind of injuries you have often
have dreams of this sort. It's all part of the recovery process.
ALEX
Oh.
DR. TAYLOR
Now then, each of these slides needs a reply from one of the
people in the picture. You'll tell me what you think the person
would say. Alright?
ALEX
Righty, right.
The doctor reads aloud the dialogue printed in the cartoon balloon - a peacock.
DR. TAYLOR
Isn't the plumage beautiful?
ALEX
I just say what the other person would say?
DR. TAYLOR
Yes. Yes, well don't think about it too long, just say the first
thing that pops into your mind.
ALEX
Right... Knickers... Cabbages... It doesn't have a beak.
Alex laughs. Slide of woman speaking to boy.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. The boy you always quarrelled with is seriously ill.
ALEX
That's right and I'll smash your face for you, yarblockos.
Slide of watch shop.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. It wa your fault... you sold me a crummy watch. I want my
money back.
ALEX
Bollocks. You know what you can do with that watch? You can
stick it up your arse.
Slide of nude woman in bed, a man at the window.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. What do you want?
ALEX
Excuse me, missus. No time for the old in-out, I've just come to
read the meter.
Slide of bird's nest with eggs.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. You can do whatever you like with these.
ALEX
Eggiwegs. I would like to smash 'em. Pick up th elot and f...
owww...
He slams his hand down and cries out with pain.
ALEX
Fucking hell...
DR. TAYLOR
Fine. Well, that's all there is to it. Are you alright?
ALEX
I hope so. Is that the end then?
DR. TAYLOR
Yes.
ALEX
I was quite enjoying that.
DR. TAYLOR
Good. I'm glad
ALEX
How many did I get right?
DR. TAYLOR
It's not that kind of a test. But you seem well on the way to a
complete recovery.
ALEX
And when do I get out of here then?
DR. TAYLOR
I'm sure it won't be long now.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Alex sitting up, being fed by Nurse.
ALEX (V.O.)
So I waited and, O my brothers, I got a lot better munching
away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiweaks
and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special
visitor.
Doctor enters followed by Minister and Matron.
MINISTER
Good evening, my boy.
ALEX
Hi, hi, hi there, my little droogies.
DOCTOR
Well, how are you getting on today, young man?
ALEX
Great, sir. Great.
DOCTOR
Can I do anything more for you , Minister?
MINISTER
I don't think so, Sir Leslie. Thank you very much.
DR. TAYLOR
Then I'll leave you to it. Nurse.
They exit. Minister moves to Alex.
MINISTER
You seem to have a whole ward to yourself, my boy.
ALEX
Yes, sir, and a very lovely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in
the middle of the night with my pain.
MINISTER
Yes... well good to see you on the mend. I've kept in constant
touch with the hospital, of course, and now I've come to see you
personally to see how you're getting along.
ALEX
I've suffered the tortures of the damned. The tortures of the
damned, sir.
MINISTER
Yes I can... Oh look, let me do that for you, shall I?
ALEX
Thank you, sir.
MINISTER
I can tell you that I... and the Government of which I am a
member are deeply sorry about this, my boy. Deeply sorry. We
tried to help you. We followed recommendations had been made
to us that turned out to be wrong. An enquiry will place the
responsibility where it belongs. We want you to regard us as
friends. We've put you right, you're getting the best of
treatments. We never wished you harm, but there are some
that did and do, and I think you know who those are. There are
certain people who wanted to use you for political ends. People
who would have been glad to have you dead because then they
would have been able to blame it all on the Government. I think
you know who those are. There is also a certain man – a writer
of subversive literature – who has been howling for your blood.
He's been mad with desire to stick a knife into you, but you're
safe from him now, we've put him away. He found out that you
had done wrong to him – at least he believed you had done
wrong. He had formed this idea in his head that you had been
responsible for the death of someone near and dear to him. We
put him away for his own protection... I'm sorry, I thought you
were ready.
ALEX
Where is he now, sir?
MINISTER
We put him away where he can do you no harm. You see we are
looking after your interests. We are interested in you, and
when you leave here you will have no further worries. We shall
see to everything... a good job on a good salary.
ALEX
What job and how much?
MINISTER
You must have an interesting job at a salary which you would
regard as adequate. Not only for the job which you are going to
do and in compensation for what you believe you have suffered,
but also because you are helping us.
ALEX
Helping you, sir?
MINISTER
We always help our friends, don't we?
(smiles)
It is no secret that the Government has lost a lot of popularity
because of you, my boy. There are some that think that at the
next election we shall be out. The press has chosen to take a
very unfavourable view of what we tried to do.
ALEX
Well, who can blame them, sir?
MINISTER
Mmmm, possibly. Yes. But public opinion has a way of
changing and you, Alex, if I may call you, Alex?
ALEX
Certainly, sir. What do they call you at home?
MINISTER
My name is Frederick. As I was saying, Alex, you can be
instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you
understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear?
ALEX
As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of
deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.
MINISTER
Good... good boy. Oh yes, I understand you're fond of music. I
have arranged a little surprise for you.
ALEX
Surprise?
MINISTER
One I think you will like... as a, how shall I put it, as a symbol
of our new understanding. An understanding between two
friends.
ALEX
Thank you, Fred. Thank you.
Minister turns and signals.
Door opens and a crowd of cameramen and reporters rush in.
Aides push two 6-foot loudspeakers and a Hi-Fi on a trolley.
ALEX (V.O.)
And what do you know, my brothers and only friends, it was the
9th, the glorious 9th of Ludwig van. Oh, it was gorgeosity and
yummy yum yum. I was cured.
CLOSE SHOT ALEX
ALEX (V.O.)
As the music came to its climax, I could viddy myself very
clear, running and running on like very light and mysterious
feet, carving the whole face of the creeching world with my cut
throat britva. I was cured all right.
THE END
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