The below script was found at http://www.lehigh.edu/~pjl2/kubrick/films/clockwork/ one of the subpages for Kubrick's multimedia webpage. I included pictures and wav. dialog files (marked in blue and underlined) so that if you haven't yet seen the movie and/or can't for some odd reason, living in the UK etc., it will be a lot easier to comprehend the subject matter. If you wish to view definitions of the words used please feel free to visit the NADSAT dictionary located on this site. If you wish to purchase the movie, I have provided a direct link to amazon.com's Clockwork Orange section: The VHS tape. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this, possibly the best film ever made.
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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
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.
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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.
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