A Clockwork Orange Page #5

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, .

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.

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