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directed by Stanley Kubrick

Being the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are rape, ultra-violence and Beethoven . . .


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Alex (Malcolm McDowell): There was me that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie Boy and Dim. And we sat in the Korova Milk Bar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milk Bar sold milk plus - 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.

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 broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, Alive, OH

Alex: One thing I could never stand is to see a filthy old drunky 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.
Bum: Can you spare some cutter me brothers? Oh, go on do me in ya 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?
Bum: It's a stinking world cause there's no law and order any more. It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old like you've done. Oh, it's no world for an old man any longer. What kind 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. Oh dear dear land I fought for thee

Alex: The Durango 95 purred away real horrorshow. A nice warm vibratey 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.

Alex: 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 old Korova for a nightcap.

Alex: There was some sophistos from the T.V. Studios around the corner. Laughing an govoreeting the Devotchka was smecking away and not caring about the wicked world one bit. Then the disk 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 milk bar 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 (Warren Clarke): (After being hit by Alex) What did you do that for?
Alex: For being a bastard with no manners. Without a dook of an idea about how to comport yourself public-wise, 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 nohz, or britva, any time, I'm not have you aiming tolchoks at me reasonless. It stands to reason, I won't have it.
Alex: A nohz scrap any time you say.
Dim: Right, right. Doobidoob. A bit tired may be best not to say more. Bedways is rigthways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right.

Alex: Where I lived was with my Dada and Mum in municipal flat block 18-A Linear North. 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.
Oh bliss, bliss and heaven. Oh it was georgeousness and georgeosity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest spun heaven metal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship gravity all nonsense now as I slooshied I knew such pretty pictures.

Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
Georgie Boy (James Marcus): We got worried, there we were waiting and drinking away at the old knifey 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 my guliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening.
Dim: Sorry about the pain. Using the guliver to much like maybe. Giving orders and disciplining and such perhaps. You sure the pain is gone? You sure you might be happier back in bed.
Alex: Lets get things nice and sparkling clear. This sarcasm, if I might call it such, does not become you, O my Brothers. As I am your droog and leader I'm entitled to know what goes on eh? Now then, Dim. What does that great big horsey gape of a grin portend.
Georgie Boy: 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, I know it.

Alex: 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 bulldog. But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones used like inspiration and what Bog sends. Well now, it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.

Alex: I had not cut into any of Dim's main cables and so with the help of a clean kashtook the red, red kroovy stopped and it did not take long to quiet 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.
Well, now we're back to where we were, yes? Just like before and all forgotten? Right, right? Right, right? Right, right?

Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty you filthy old soomaka.
Ptitsa: Now listen here, you little bastard. Just turn around and walk out of here the same way as you came in. Leave that... hell, no, don't touch it! It's a very important work of art. Well, what the bloody hell do you want?

Alex: This is the real weepy and like tragic part of the story beginning O my brothers and only friends. After a trial with judge and a jury and some very hard words spoken against your friend and humble narrator, he was sentenced to fourteen years in Stargent number 84-F among smelly perverts and hardened crustoodniks. 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.
. . .
It had not been edifying indeed. Not being in this hell hole and human zoo for two years now, being kicked and tolchoked by brutal warders and meeting leering criminals and perverts ready to dribble all over a lucious young malchick like your storyteller. It was my rabbit to help the prison Charlie with the Sunday service. He was a bolshy great bastard, but he was very fond of myself. Me being very young and now interested in the big book. I read all about the scourging and the crowning with thorns and I could viddy myself helping in and even taking charge of the tolchoking and the nailing in. Being dressed in the height of roman fashion. I didn't so much like the latter part of the book which is like all preachy talking than fighting and the old in-out. I like the parts where these old yahooties tolchok each other and then drink their Hebrew vino and getting on to the bed with their wife's handmaidens. That kept me going.

Alex: 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 cooperative 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 my pain and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig Van's. Ninth Symphony, fourth movement.
Ahhggggg! No. No. Stop it. Stop it. Please I beg of you. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin.
Dr. Brodsky: Son, what's all this about sin?
Alex: That. Using Ludwig Van like that. He's done no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.
Dr. Brannon: Are you referring to the background score?
Alex: Yes.
Dr. Brannon: You've heard Beethoven before?
Alex: Yes.
Dr. Brodsky: So, you're keen on music.
Alex: Yes.
Dr. Brodsky: Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps. The Governor ought to be pleased. I'm sorry Alex. This is for your own good. You'll have to bare with us for a while.
Alex: But it's not fair, It's not fair that I should feel ill when I hear lovely, lovely, lovely, Ludwig Van.
Dr. Brodsky: You must take your chance, boy. The choice has been all yours.
Alex: You needn't take it any further sir. You've proved to me that all the 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 God.
Dr. Brodsky: Your not cured yet boy.
Alex: But sirs, misses, I see that it's wrong. It's wrong because it's like against society. It's wrong because everybody has the right to live and be happy without being tolchoked and knifed.
Dr. Brodsky: No, no, boy. You really must leave it to us. Now be cheerful about it. In less than a fortnight now, you'll be a free man.

Alex: Oh no.
Dim: Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. If it isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes?
Alex: It's impossible, I don't believe it.
Billy Boy (Richard Connaught): Evidence in the old glassees. Nothing up our sleeves? No magic, little Alex? A job for two, who are now of job age, the police.
Dim: Come on, Alex. Go for a walk, eh?
Alex: Come, 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. I've been cured.

Alex: 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 realizing where he was and why "home" on the gate looked so familiar, but I knew I was safe. I knew he would not remember me, for in those care-free days, I and my so-called droogies wore our maskies, which were like real horrorshow disguises.

Minister (Anthony Sharp): Well, 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 mid of the night with my pain.
Minister: Yes, well, anyway , good to see you on the mend. I kept in constant touch with the hospital of course and now I've come down to see you personally to see how you're getting along.
Alex: I suffered the tortures of the damned
Minister: Yes, I can appreciate that you have had and extremely dis- Oh look. Let me help you with that, shall I.

Minister: 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: 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.
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.