A Clockwork Orange Page #4

EM:

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

now.

ALEX:

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

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Pee sitting at breakfast table.

Em enters.

EM:

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

PEE:

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

EM:

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

PEE:

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

EM:

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

here and there, as it might be.

INT. EM'S BEDROOM - DAY

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

parent's room.

ALEX:

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

DELTOID:

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

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

hence not at school , yes?

ALEX:

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

be clear by this afterlunch.

DELTOID:

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

isn't it, Alex boy?

ALEX:

A cup of the old chai, sir?

DELTOID:

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

Alex sits next to him.

ALEX:

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

Deltoid "playfully" grabs Alex's hair.

DELTOID:

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

doing something you shouldn't. Yes?

He shakes Alex's hair.

ALEX:

Just a manner of speech, sir.

DELTOID:

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

Advisor to you that you watch out, little Alex.

He puts his arm round Alex's shoulder.

DELTOID:

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

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

have some for me who'se sweated over you.

He slaps Alex on the knee.

DELTOID:

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

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

hole.

ALEX:

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

on me, brother, sir, I mean.

Deltoid pulls Alex down on the bed.

DELTOID:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to save you from yourself.

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

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

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

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

sounding like ice-cubes.

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