INT. KOROVA MILKBAR - NIGHT
Tables, chairs made of nude fibreglass figures.
Alex, Pete, Georgie and Dim, teenagers stoned on their milk-plus, their
feet resting on faces, crotches, lips of the sculptured furniture.
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.
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.
Crying cockless and mussels alive,
Alive, alive O... Alive, alive O...
Crying cockless and mussels alive,
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.
Can you... can you spare some cutter, me brothers?
Alex rams his stick into the Tramp's stomach. The boys laugh.
Oh-hhh!!! Go on, do me in you bastard cowards. I don't want to live
anyway, not in a stinking world like this.
Oh - and what's so stinking about it?
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.
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.
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.
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.
Let's get 'em boys.
The fight begins, chains, knives, kicking boots. Police siren.
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
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.