All language subtitles for Little.Malcolm.1974.720p.BluRay.x264-RedBlade

MAN: I've gotta get up.

(GROANING)

Get up.

Come on, get up.

Lying here for hours.

Look, it's no use to just
theorising about getting up,

it's the act that counts.

It's the matter of making a decision.
Exercise the will.

The will.

Right.

I'll count up to five
and then a single decisive act.

One, two, three,

four, five.

What is it determines the actual moment?

I mean, I always do get up,
always manage it somehow,

but what is it that decides?

Hidden factor, air currents?

Vibrations.

The thing is to creep up on yourself.

Take yourself by surprise.

Don't think just...

Suddenly.

Okay.

Now! Oh, blast it!

Now!

Done it! Done it! Done it!
Self mastery, that.

Oh, it's cold.

What a life.

What a marvellous life
for a man like me.

Fag.

Give you the shits first one, but...

He could get out of bed.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Light up a fag and
smoke it just like that.

What a man.

Now, I wonder what's
going on down there.

Chucking me out, the bastard.

Combination of five years arsing around,
surprised he let me go on so long.

I never thought he'd do it.
Shit.

Allard thinks he's finished me
but he's not heard the last.

I'll make more trouble away from
that place than I ever did inside it.

- I'm sorry I'm late, Mal.
- Where the hell have you been?

Well, you see something's happened.

What?

Well, you see, this afternoon, like,

all the members of the committee.

Me, like, Allard,
he called us into his room,

me and Wick and Buca.

I know what Manners Committee are,
I'm its chairman.

Aye, aye, right enough.
Well, you know as I saying,

he calls us in there, like and
then he explains how like he's...

- Had to ask you to leave.
- Ask?

Yes.

He says you've been
a disruptive influence.

I mean, that's his phrase.

And I was giving you
chance after chance.

Of course, I'm not saying he's right.

I'm just telling you what he said.

Go on.

So, he gets us in there and says
if he doesn't do this, like,

and your influence isn't stopped,

well, the whole school might
have to close down.

(SIGHS)

I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised.

I could have told you this would happen.
I could have predicted it.

And he showed himself
in his true colours.

Totalitarian, power-mad.

Yeah, well, see that's why
I couldn't get up here on time.

- What did Wick say?
- He said something like you just said.

What?

There he is.
Public enemy number one.

Hey, man, you've done it this time.

- Has Irwin told you?
- He mentioned something.

(SCOFFS) You never take any notice,
do you?

Hey, I've never been so incensed.

That little runt telling us
who we can see.

And afterwards them two
chastity belts on legs

Ackroyd and Fir started on about
it all being your own fault.

That little Ackroyd's really vicious
when she gets going.

She nearly clawed me eyes out
when I said we should back you.

- Didn't she, Irwin?
- Aye.

- She nearly touched him.
- I'd have touched her!

I tried to point out that Allard's
trampling on our basic rights.

But there was no arguing with them.

And Bucock was there
in the middle as usual.

Anyway, Irwin and me, we have
worked out a little plan.

Expatiate.

We'll have an arrangement with you.

We'll meet you on certain nights,
certain pubs on the outskirts of town,

you know, pub for Monday,
pub for Tuesday.

We'll all go there separately,
and we'll leave separately.

Me and Irwin have already started,
that's why we came here separately.

- I ate at the Tech canteen and...
- At the sweet shop.

Sweet shop.

And we came here by separate routes
and we staggered our arrival.

Anyway, in future, if we pass you on
the street, we won't even see you.

We'll cut you dead.

At least, that's what
will seem to happen.

But actually, we'll have
a secret little sign.

An infinitesimal twitch
of the cheek like...

Which will mean
we're all together, solid, united.

It'll be so bloody subtle and we'll
be doing it right under Allard's nose.

He'll think he's won.

And all the time, there'll be
this underground resistance.

It'll be great.

Well, what do you think?

It's opening time, let's go to the pub.

What's the matter with it?

You say, Allard will think he's won.

Well, if we adopt your
ball-daring proposition,

trudging miles and miles
through rain and sleet

to remote freezing pubs for
five minutes' furtive mumbling,

sneaking around town,
twitching our cheeks,

course Allard will think he's won,

he'll have every right to,
because he will have.

It's exactly what he wants.

I've never heard such complete
and supine capitulation

masquerading as defiance.

Allard did castrate you this afternoon.

Look, I'm just as disgusted
by Allard as you are.

Of course, we've got to defy him,
that's the whole bloody idea.

Hey!

Isn't that Ann Gedge?

- Where?
- Over there.

Oh, women.

Cheers!

Let us now consider
the present situation.

Allard has issued a challenge, right?

Yeah.

We must accept that challenge
or resign all claim to being men.

I faced the challenge.

Don't go back to that art school,
give it the two fingers.

Let's form ourselves
into a political party.

It's a magnificent opportunity to do all
the things we've always talked about.

Our first goal will be to smash Allard
and all that stand with him.

And our ultimate aim will be to
realise all our dreams,

take a proper place in the scheme
of things and achieve absolute power.

Yeah, come on. Let's do it.

I'm sick of toeing the line day in
and day out in this provincial ghetto.

What do you say, Irwin?

But I mean... a party?

- MALCOLM: Well?
- Well, there's only three of us.

Well, Hitler started with seven.

- Marx started with one, himself.
- MALCOLM: Exactly.

Yeah, members will come rolling in.

Yeah, but, I mean,
who's gonna take any notice?

You know, I mean who's going to join?

Ultimately everybody,
whether they like it or not.

Now, we got to start off
with a symbolic gesture.

We've got to get Allard.

- Well, Irwin, are you with us?
- What?

You want to join us
on the road to power?

Eh?

- Well, do you want it?
- Want what?

Power.

- Well, yeah. I mean I wouldn't mind.
- WICK: Great.

- Three who made a revolution.
- Two and a third.

Now we got to get Allard in a way
that will astonish the world.

Of course, the best thing would be...

What?

To kill him.

- Assassination.
- Oh, Mal, no.

It's beautiful, it's simple,
it's direct, and above all, its violent.

Clean, quick and decisive.

But it could create sympathy for him.

- Oh, we've got to avoid that.
- And we'd get sentenced.

Yeah, quick martyrdom, couple of
weeks inside then you're out

- to pick up the sympathy.
- But we needn't go in.

Course not, we'd let a comparatively
inessential member take the rap

while we the real brains
exploit it from outside.

Irwin could go in.

Oh, no, come off it, Mal.

(LAUGHING) Give us a fag.

- So, we ruled out assassination.
- Yeah.

How about kidnapping him?

No, we got to make him really
reveal himself for what he is.

- I know.
- What?

Kidnap him.

Great, then what?

- I've got it.
- What?

Blackmail.

- Blackmail?
- IRWIN: What with?

Margaret Thwait.

WICK: Margaret Thwait?

- Margaret Thwait.
- Margaret Thwait.

Margaret Thwait.

Allard knocked her off.

No. No.

Well, I mean he might have necked with
her, like, a bit at Christmas parties.

- They did more than that.
- IRWIN: What?

He had her in his car.
I have seen it with my own eyes.

Yeah, I have seen her in
that bloody car with him.

Well, I have seen her with him in that
car. I mean, what does that mean?

Hey. Just a lift, like, I mean it's
not as if we actually saw...

She told me about it.

I make it my business to ferret
these things out.

Allard knows that I know all there is
to be known.

Allard wears the mask of the artist.

The guardian of sensibility.

The upholder of good taste
who's considered fit

to guard and guide young minds, but
we all know that it's nothing but a...

A mask.

Well, we must strip that mask from
the face of depravity,

tear it, rip it, smash it,
obliterate it!

I say, Mal.

Mal?

What are we gonna call this party?

Oh, yeah, now let's see,

I want it to be party of dynamic.

Yeah. I've got it.

The Party of Dynamic Erection.

Just the name!

We're against the eunuchy, we're
against the castrated wherever they are.

We are against all of those
who want to reduce us to their level.

Yeah! Hey,

when are we going to do the kidnapping.

Well, ah, let's see.
Give ourselves a week.

Next Friday, we'll do it on Friday 9th.

Come on, sup up.

MALCOLM: Friday 9th!
WICK: The day of Dynamic Erection!

MALCOLM: The day of decision,
the day of retribution!

WICK: The day of wrath!
IRWIN: The day of truth!

MALCOLM: The day of the new quest!

WICK: The first day!
MALCOLM: The last day!

WICK: The birth day!
MALCOLM: The death day!

- The day of iron!
- The day of steel!

The day of aluminium!

The day of molybdenum!

WICK: The day of thought!

The day of porridge!

The day of wet cardboard!

The day of horse hair on the back!

Horse hair on the back!

The day of chewed grass wigs!

(LAUGHING)

(HOWLING)

MALCOLM: Irwin, the bus.

Oh, wait, you bastard. Wait!

What's your hurry?
You thankless nut!

Malcolm?

I thought we were supposed
to be going to the pictures tonight.

Oh, yeah. Oh, I forgot.

Would you like a coffee?

Yeah, all right.

Shh, me mum's in bed.

I won't be a minute.

Would you prefer tea or coffee?

Well, I used to drink more tea,
like, you know.

You know, I drink coffee now.

I haven't got any real preference.

Her eyes, they mock me.

I mean, here it is, all laid out.

She wants it and I can't get...

What is this block?

What is it?

Why am I so inhibited?

Why? All I want is to be treated
like a human being.

Ta.

- Do you take sugar?
- What?

- Do you take sugar?
- Oh. No.

Have you got a big kitchen, have you?

You've got nice wallpaper.

Sit down, Malcolm.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you take your coat off?

WOMAN: Ann?

- Yes, Mum?
- It's gone 12.

I think...

- Goodnight, Malcolm.
- Yeah.

Uh. Oh!

- I'll see you.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I've got to see her again.
Just throw yourself in.

Oh, it's impossible. It's not.

It is.
It isn't.

It is.
You can.

Fuck the Party.

If I could bring this off. If I could...

If I could get Ann, that would
be my real conquest,

not all this dynamic crap.

I'll get her.

After all, I know I'm a great man.

- No, no, you're wrong.
- I'm telling you it was green.

- No, it was blue.
- It was green.

I mean, you can't call it green.

You might say it had sort of
slight greenish tinge but it was blue.

You obviously can't tell the difference
between blue and green.

No it's you who can't tell the
difference, you call yourself an artist.

Look when a man wears a jacket
for two blasted years,

he ought to know what colour it is.

You must never have looked at it.

I suppose you were too deep in
intellectual thought as usual.

You don't notice
what goes on around you.

I do.

I have a keen perception
for the world of the senses.

Sights.

Sounds.

Odours.

Tactile titillations.

I am a walking seismograph
of sensual innuendo.

I feast on them.

They are the raw stuff
from which I weave.

Balls! You can't see six inches
in front of your face.

You couldn't smell a room
full of dead elephants.

If a time bomb went
off in your pocket, you'd...

Oh, I am not gonna argue with you.

This nonsense about the jacket shows
how perceptive you are.

No, you're just trying...

No, it's you who is un-perceptive.

Only you could even
imagine it was green.

Listen, mate,
I'll tell you how un-perceptive you are.

If that jacket had a tendency towards
any other colour than green,

it was brown.

Oh, no.

No, look I admit, it was not pure blue,
it had a hint of green,

just an hint, but I don't know
where you got brown from.

Hint of green, it was green.
Green with a tendency towards brown.

Well, I never saw any brown.

You wouldn't, you only see
what you want to.

It was bluey-green.

Listen, that kind of corduroy jacket...

- It wasn't corduroy.
- Of course it was corduroy.

No, no, it was sort of stuff made up
to look like corduroy.

It was the real thing.
How the hell would you know?

No, real corduroy is not like that.
You can tell when you see real corduroy.

You can tell, it's a subtle difference.
It's a richer sort of texture.

It was bought as corduroy,
I should know.

- You were taken in.
- I was not taken in. I know corduroy.

I asked for a corduroy jacket
and that's what I got.

(SHOUTING)
You can't afford real corduroy.

(SHOUTING)
It had the bloody label in it.

Well, I suppose they call it corduroy,

that's how they sell it
to people like you.

So you can discern that
the jacket isn't corduroy

even if it looks like corduroy,
feels like corduroy.

It's called bloody corduroy.

You've got a mystical sixth sense
for the real corduroy.

No, but I can tell you are not
clothes conscious like me.

I know clothes.

I don't dress by accident.

Choose my outfit with care.

Of, yes, I reject fashionable elegance,
I present an image.

Haggard, gaunt, unkempt.

I dress with style.

After the revolution, everybody will
have to dress like you.

It'll be the height of fashion.

And my books will be made
compulsory reading.

Allow your work to be published?
I thought that was beneath your dignity.

No, no, I never said that.

I said public honours
hold no temptation for me.

The real writer,

the great writer dismisses prizes
and honours as unworthy of him.

The only tribute he accepts
is the reading of his books.

He stands alone.
Remote.

The great crag rising
out of the plain of ordinariness.

Where the hell is Irwin
with them chips I sent him for?

Where has he gone for them?

- The place over there, just opposite.
- The South Parade?

No, the place just opposite.
You can see it through the window.

Well, that's South Parade.

- It isn't.
- It is.

Well, I'm not gonna argue with you.
You're disputatious.

I haven't had owt to eat for 43 hours.

I once went longer than that
without food.

When?

Last summer after that party
at Barry Lordon's

when me mother locked me
out by mistake.

I decided to seek the unknown vistas
of the hallucinated mind.

Embarked on a pilgrimage to
the dream city of surreal experience.

I wanted to see if
I could induce hallucination.

Your whole bloody life's
a hallucination.

- Now, let me tell you.
- I wouldn't dream of stopping you.

I came into town,

and as I walked about,
I fell into a trance.

Everything I encountered
took on a new shape.

New form.

A new meaning.

I seemed to float through the streets.

The crowds loomed past me like
crazy phantoms.

The girls in their
summer frocks were like

diaphanous chattering birds ready
to take wing and soar into the air.

The trolley buses were floating.
Suspended.

Great red toys gliding nowhere.

Hither and thither. To and fro.

Their human cargos
no more than play things.

The whole scene was
a surreal kaleidoscope

pageant of insubstantial seeming.

Then I want down Leeds Road
to the Gasworks

just to look at it.

Just to experience it.

And as I stood there, it rose before me
shimmering, pulsating.

Those chimneys became dark minarets

against the hazy blue canopy
of the heavens.

Its gasometers were...

Were heaving symbols
of dark leash power.

Its cooling towers were
soaring mirage palaces

leaping to block out
the life-giving light.

The whole mesmeric vision
belched and fumed its noxious vapours.

A cathedral dedicated to evil.

The very ground trembled.

I felt asphyxiated,
the spittle dried in my throat.

I gasped and choked in vain.

The terrible, ghastly, impinging
vision clawed at me

trying to drag me in, with overwhelming
forced it sucked at me.

Sucking me to destruction.

And with one last frantic frenzy,
I managed to turn

and stagger away.

Terrible place, that gasworks.

If that's what it does
to innocent young mystics,

they ought to put a screen around it.

- BOTH: Hail Scrawdyke.
- Hail Scrawdyke.

Where the hell did you go
for them chips?

That cafe off South Parade.

Get on with that banner, Irwin.

Sorry I'm late, Mal.

I suppose that was the party salute.

Hey, does he know?

I've appointed him party archivist
and minister of records.

- Oh, yeah.
- Anyway, that's not a proper salute.

It's a perfectly good salute.

No, no. You don't want to
bend your arm like this.

You want to raise it like this.

You finding a lot of fault, Nipple.

It's a honour to be invited to join this
party, especially at this early stage.

No, well, I...

Either you accept the authority
unanimously vested in me

or you can push off.

Well?

- All right.
- All right, what?

All right, I agree.

Raise your right hand like this.

Irwin, here.

Do this with your fingers.

Now repeat after me.

I, Dennis Nipple...

That's not my name.

- What is your name?
- Dennis Charles Nipple.

Okay. I, Dennis Charles Nipple.

I, Dennis Charles Nipple.

On this second day of February.

- Is that the right date?
- Well, of course it is.

No, wait a minute, it's not.
It's the third today.

It's the bloody second. Get on with it.

All right, your mistake.

On this second day of February.

Swear an oath of personal allegiance
to my leader, Malcolm Scrawdyke.

Swear an oath of personal allegiance
to the leader, Malcolm Scrawdyke.

And through absolute obedience
to his will.

And through absolute obedience
to his will.

To the aims and struggles of the
Dynamic Erectionist Party.

To the aims and struggles of the
Dynamic Erectionist Party.

So help you God.

So help you God.

I've been thinking,

we need a new calendar, we need
new names for the months.

Yes, that's a great idea, man.
Hey, well, we could give it our names.

Exactly. So, this month
becomes the month of Scrawdyke.

March becomes Wick.

April, Irwin and May, Nipple.

Nipple! You can't call a month Nipple.
You'll have to change your name.

I'm not changing my name.

I just thought of something else.
We need a magazine, an official organ.

Oh, well, with a name like Dynamic
Erection, you can't do without it.

How about calling it Hard Facts?

I've thought of a name.

- The Muckshifter.
- Just the job.

No, you don't want a name like that.

It's too mundane,
you need something uplifting.

Spiritual.

Muckshifter's its name and
you are its editor.

Right, let's get on with planning
the kidnapping.

Right.

Now, next Friday, Scrawdyke the ninth.

We are going to whip a painting
from the art gallery.

Then we are going to
bring it back here, right?

Yup.

Then later on in the evening,
we are going to kidnap Allard

and blackmail him into
smashing the painting.

We are going to say smash it

otherwise we are going to spill
the beans about Margaret Thwait.

Now, that, my friend, will be
our lever to everlasting fame.

Now the first part,
the first phase of the operation

will be the raid on the art gallery.

Right, let's work this out.
Come on, Irwin.

WICK: So we are in the entrance hall.
MALCOLM: We look around.

Quick look around.

Good. We're in.

The modern stuff's
in this first gallery.

- Hey, there's somebody down the far end.
- I don't see anybody.

That's cause you're half blind.

Disperse.

Look casual.

Irwin, go on. Look at that.
Look at that.

- Where is it?
- Above that paraffin stove.

I'll stay out near the entrance, eh?

- Yeah.
- Hey, look at this thing.

Don't be funny. Go on.
Get up there. Just up from Irwin.

And be casual.

I'll look at this wall.

Right. They're gone.

Right. Action stations.
Wick, you cover the entrance.

Nipple, you watch the windows.
Irwin, you come here with me.

With the portfolio and...

And we go to Spencer
which is on this wall.

Right.

Come on. Keep watch.

Ok, I take it off its hooks.

And slowly, slowly bring it down.
Open the bag!

Slide it in.

- And we got it.
- Sorry.

Take the painting to the lift.

- Wick, you're with him.
- WICK: Aye.

Nipple.

Nipple!

We'll saunter casually down the stairs.

Right. We're off.

Right!

NIPPLE: That's not sauntering.

So, we hide under the wall
just by the gap.

And Allard's car's parked
on the other side.

- Yeah. Hey, we wear masks.
- Oh, yeah.

- Where's one for me?
- I don't know.

Here, use that.

- What? This?
- Yeah, get it on.

It's somebody's mucky old vest!

- Yeah. Get it on!
- Isn't there anything else?

- Look, stop quibbling, get it on!
- Oh!

Come on, Nipple!

I can hardly breathe
in this smelly thing.

It looks great. Very sinister.

We've all got sticks.

So, Allard comes out of the building.

Yeah. I'll be Allard.
I'll be Allard.

And...

We'll just wait here like a
coiled spring, ready to pounce.

WICK: Right. Now Allard comes out of
the Tech, just as he always does.

Feeling cheerful and a little tired.

Thinking about his supper,
his wife and his bed.

Humming to himself.
Looking forward for a nice drive home.

All in all, it's been a good day.

- An unexceptional day.
- But a good day.

WICK: Walks down the side of the Tech,
gets out the keys to his car.

He bends down to open the door.

And we come out.

Oh, God.

(YELLING IN PAIN)

- Hey, we killed him.
- No.

Get Allard in the car.

Irwin, the wheel.
Nipple, in the back!

Right, start her up.

- Oh, where...
- Ignition.

Oh yeah.
(IMITATING CAR STARTING)

- Aren't we going to reverse?
- Eh?

No, no, no. Don't attract too much
attention. Straight on St Paul's.

(IMITATING CAR)

- Stop at the end.
- No, straight round the corner.

You'll pass Power Park.

- Stop at the traffic lights!
- (IMITATES BRAKE SQUEALING)

There aren't any traffic lights there.

There are.

- We'll crash right through it.
- Too risky!

- They've changed.
- Not yet.

They've changed.

Straight up Ramsden Street.

Up to the top.

Not to Main Street. Too many people.
Down on Beale Street.

(LAUGHS) Past police station.

No. Don't want that. Reverse.

Reverse, Irwin.

Reverse, Irwin, quick!

Quick! There's a cop looking at us.

Back into Ramsden Street again.

Which way are we going?

Beyond the crossroads
and on Queen Street.

Hey no, that's past Tech.
They'll all be coming out.

Well have to go back then,
back to St Paul's and go other way.

Back where we started.

No! No.

No. There's another little street
off Ramsden Street.

Top side of Town Hall.

But I don't know its name.

Oh aye, there is,
back of Whitfield's shop.

On there then.

(IMITATING CAR ENGINE)

Turn down Princess Street.

(SHOUTING INSTRUCTIONS)

Look out for that lorry!

- Door's got open.
- Well, shut it.

Allard's fallen out!

Pull up.

Oh, man. What a ride.

Let's get him up.

Only a couple of yards
up to the building.

If anybody interferes,
we'll say he's drunk.

Come on, Irwin. This side. Go on.

I want to take me rag off.

- Don't be disgusting.
- Right.

That's it.

Let's get a hold of him again.
Nipple, this side.

Irwin, what are you doing?

- I'm behind.
- Well, push.

I am!

- You're not taking enough weight.
- I am. You aren't.

I can't take any more.

- Of course, you can.
- You don't know how to lift.

I'm taking the brunt.
Anyone can see that you've never even...

No. You've got your arms all wrong.
They should be like this.

Don't let go.

You silly bastard.

Right.
Get him under the arm like this.

No, you can't do it that...

- Look, do as you're told.
- Well it's not the right way.

Shut up and lift!

(ALL GRUNTING)

Mind the painting.

- I'll walk this bit. I'll walk this bit.
- Yeah, right.

Now, then.

- Go on. Get hold of him again.
- Right.

- Give us your foot.
- That's it.

Right.

Somebody's coming.

Stay as you are. (SHUSHING)

Fell over, sprained me ankle.

He'll be all right once we get him in.

Right. Come on, lads. Let's get him in.

Come on.

- Come on, Nipple, lift!
- I am!

Just twisted it really.

Not far now... nearly...

He's a weird bloke.

Never says anything. Just stares.

What's the matter with him?
We told a plausible story.

Said it convincingly.

Christ! Most people
would have sympathised.

He's an odd bastard.

The masks! We've still
got the bloody masks on!

You should've thought of that.

Well, what about you?
You didn't realise.

Aye. But you're
supposed to be the leader.

Oh, well, never mind.
It doesn't matter.

He probably thought we were
playing some kind of a game.

Let's get Allard on that mattress.

(GROANING)

We'll have the painting facing him
for when he comes around.

Right. We all stand ready.

Me in the middle and Irwin there,
Wick there and Nipple there.

Are we just gonna stand here
waiting for him to come around?

It could take hours.

No. Irwin's gonna chuck
some water over his head.

- Where from?
- That tin.

It's full of piss.

- He's gonna...
- Just reckon, Irwin. Just reckon.

We all need sticks.

(WICK GROANING)

Right. I'm in position.

Good evening, Mr Allard.

I'm going for a pee.

When you've had your pee, get on
your bike and go down the art gallery,

we need those pictures measuring.

- Why me?
- Get on with it!

- I'll go tomorrow.
- Today!

Tomorrow.

Why did you seduce Margaret Thwait?

- Margaret Thwait?
- Oh, please.

- Don't weary us by denying it.
- What proof have you?

Oh, you admit there's something
to be proved?

- I didn't say that.
- That what you implied!

Now, look here, Scrawdyke.
What are your terms of reference?

My eyes. The eyes of my comrades.
The testimony of the girl herself.

All right, Scrawdyke.

- Suppose I admit that there is...
- Suppose nothing!

I deal in facts.

All right, Scrawdyke.

I admit there is something
in what you say.

You've proved more than a match for me.

God, you're clever!

I'll grant you that.
That's one point on which we agree.

Listen, Scrawdyke.

I'm a reasonable man.

Let bygones be bygones.

You can all return to the college.

I'll get you better grants!

I've money. You can have it.

My daughter. She's lovely.
She's ripe.

I don't want your money,
I don't want your daughter,

I don't want your scholarships.

Then what do you want?

I want you.

What?

I want you in my power
utterly and completely.

I want you to surrender every last
vestige of self respect to me.

I want you to throw your worthless life
at my mercy.

I want to hollow you and fill you in
with nothing but humiliation.

I want to see you destroy yourself
as a man in front of me.

Here. Now. In this shit heap.

Then I want you to crawl away and cringe
the rest of your days in my shadow.

I want you to become my excrete.

Pull yourself together.
I expected better of you.

Irwin.

- Get him to that chair.
- (GROANING)

- Listen. Are you listening?
- Yes.

You see this painting? You know
what it is? I'll tell you what this is.

This is one of the world's
greatest masterpieces.

Garden at Cookham Rise
by Stanley Spencer.

Now, in return for your
smashing this painting,

we give you our silence.

- How do I know...
- How do you know that

we won't split on you?

Oh, you don't.
You just have to trust us.

An emotion you're not familiar with.
But you'll just have to try it.

A little simple human trust.
We aren't all as black as you.

So, put your trust in us.

Relax. Let yourself go.

Have a little faith.

For the first time in your life
just have a little faith!

I have no alternative!

(PANTING)

And I think you're a man of your word.

Good.

Help Mr Allard to his feet, Irwin.

Smash it.

Smash it!

Smash it!

Smash it!

- Smash it!
- Smash it!

- Smash it!
- (HIGH PITCHED VOICE) Smash it!

Smash it!

BOTH: Smash it!

- Smash it!
- Smash it!

Smash it!

Smash it!

Smash it!

(PANTING)

Your trust was misplaced.

Ah ha! Here it is.

- Been to the gallery?
- Mmm-hmm.

You check up
on the size of the paintings?

Let me tell you.

All right. Give us your report.

I left where I live in Spange Road.

And as I sat astride my bicycle,

I knew that what was normally
a short, prosaic journey

would be mutated into an odyssey
through the...

We asked you for a report,
not a prose poem.

- Did you get the measurements?
- Yes.

Give 'em here.

You check on how the paintings are on?

Aye. It's just how we said.

- Good.
- Let's have some tea.

On my way here from the gallery,
I saw someone you know.

- Who?
- One of the girls from art school.

One you fancy.

How do you mean I fancy?

You know the one I mean, Ann something.

- Grace? Finley?
- No.

- Ann Gedge in Waddington?
- Aye, that's the one.

I never... Ann Waddington?

No. No, no, the one he said before.

Gedge?

Aye.

Hey, I never knew you had a yen
for her, Mal.

I didn't. It's another of his fantasies.

Oh, you do. You told me you
went on about the nape of her neck.

I never said anything about
the nape of her neck!

You did. You went on and on about it.

About its slope and
the little groove in it.

- I never said anything.
- I know her.

I had a session with her once.

During that dance we had last year.

She got me to take her outside and...

Well...

Right little virgin
she turned out to be.

You know, scared stiff.

Yeah. She's a...

Anyway...

I just got browned off.

I can always tell
when a woman's ready to go.

Matter of intuition.

It's a mysterious chemical combination
drawing you together.

Is that so?

Women respond to me.

They sense something in me.

I seem to attract every sort from
shy little shop assistants

to daring intellectual women.

I've this certain inner magnet
that pulls them towards me.

Even married women with kids
are drawn towards me.

Sometimes I try to restrain myself

knowing the havoc I'll reek in these
women's lives. But it's no use.

One woman can't satisfy me for long,

and I have to move on.
I just can't help myself.

There was this woman at this party.

She had negro blood in her, you know.

You could tell. She had this
dark pigmented skin

and these untamed eyes
and these sensual, thick, fleshy lips.

And she had these heavy,
heaving breasts,

narrow waist and these greatly
rounded fecund hips

that she swung provocatively
every time she moved.

She had this taut dress on
with nothing on underneath.

Tight as a drum skin.

She moved with this rhythm
like a black she-panther.

Well, she seemed to be bored
and caged in

by all the pale, inhibited youths
from this area who surrounded her.

Then she saw me.

There was this immediate recognition.

This sexual spark
that flashed between us.

Our eyes mated.

She was transformed.

Well, I thought, I'll let things
take their natural course,

I'll let her come to me.
I won't make things too easy for her.

I'll let her hunt me down.

So, I got a drink and chatted to some
people on the other side of the room

not looking at her, but sensing all
the time her presence coming nearer.

Sure enough, I turned.

There she is, sort of
trembling by my side.

Before we knew it, we were
clasped together pulsating.

Pulsating to the music.

The crazy primordial frenzy.

Our mouths gnawed hungrily
at each other.

Her thick, hot, fleshy lips engulfed me.

Our tongues conversed in a
wet, wonton wildness,

writhing and twisting like angry snakes.

Before I knew it, we was
upstairs in the bedroom.

And she...

She'd unzipped me and she...

She had it in her hand
and she was squeezing.

And she said, "Do anything to me.

"Hurt me. Tear me, tear me.

"Make me feel." And I says... I says...
I says... I says,

"What you want me to do?"
And she starts ripping at me.

Tearing me clothes off and clawing
off me shirt and wrenching off me pants

and I'm tearing off her frock
and we fall.

Tearing on the bed and we fuse into this
one white hot furnace of fusion.

There's just this moment.

That's just one act of pure, savage,
elemental being.

Just this furnace. Just this...

Fusion, just this frenzy. Just this...

- Just one thing you forgot to mention.
- NIPPLE: What?

I was at that party.

You weren't.

Hey, you saw this primordial
sex goddess?

I saw her.

Pale skinny little kid with
a spotty face and a slight squint.

As for her drum tight skirt,

if you'd made a frock for her
out of an handkerchief

it would have hung on her like a tent.

And if she didn't wear underwear
it was because she didn't need to.

Her chances of being bothered
were less than nil

till this pristine animal
arrived on the scene.

I'm going for a pee.

Hey! Tell us all about it
when you get back.

I'm in the mood for another
adventure story.

What a deluded...

- How's it going, Irwin?
- Huh? Oh.

I've nearly finished it.

Yeah. It's great.

It'll look good,
unfurled above us as we march.

The symbol of Dynamic Erection.

It just needs to dry.

You've done a bloody good job, Irwin.

It'll do.

Oh, well, I'm off, then.

WICK: Ta-ra!
IRWIN: Ta-ra!

(DOOR CLOSING)

I say, Mal...

Between you and me,

when we get into power,

what are going to be our aims?

I mean, what are we gonna do?

- Between ourselves?
- Yeah.

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

We want power purely for its own sake.

To enjoy it.

We shan't pursue any specific
policy for its own intrinsic value.

What we do with it doesn't matter.

In that sense we shall do nothing.

But there'll be plenty of activity?

- Purely arbitrary activity.
- Perverse activity.

- Strictly for giggles.
- Our giggles?

- The absurd state.
- Absurdity with a vengeance.

Naked, unadorned vengeance.

Ten thousand years of culture will be

given into our hands for
our safe keeping

and we'll let it fall,
shattering it completely.

And the bomb?

- Drop it.
- Of course.

- Cruelty.
- For its own sake.

No excuses. Our win will be morality.

Freedom of the one
demands the servitude of the many.

- Which is what they really desire.
- Which is what they really crave.

We shall rear up our
soaring pyramids dedicated to nothing.

The millions will climb the steps
in pain to vanish at the top.

Agony will be the order of our new day.

And if you ask me for justice,
I'll punch you in the mouth.

Ask me for mercy
and I'll kick you in the balls.

Ask me for love,

knock you to the ground.

And if you ask me for truth,

I'll show you my fist, my boot.

And my laughing face.

Final solution to the human question.

You go on. I'll see you in the pub.

Yeah.

Hello, Malcolm.
What are you doing here?

Um...

I was just going to see a mate.

Mick Norris.

He just lives around the corner.
Do you know him?

No, I don't know him.

I was just going to the club.
Why don't you come with me?

All right. Yeah.

What did you mean about Allard?

Me, Wick and Irwin,
we formed a political party.

It's called the
Party of Dynamic Erection.

We're against the Eunuchs
and we're gonna get Allard.

Next Friday, we're gonna
whip a painting from the art gallery,

then we're gonna kidnap Allard
and blackmail him into smashing it.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Sounds difficult.

(SINGING NO T WI TH YOU)

Excuse me, Malcolm.

(SINGING LONELYMAN)

Hail Scrawdyke!

Malcolm Scrawdyke!

On behalf of the Party,
on behalf of the nation,

I address you, at this critical moment
in world history,

I call upon you.

For you and you alone are our saviour.

Dynamic Erection is the future!

Malcolm Scrawdyke is Dynamic Erection.

Dynamic Erection is Malcolm Scrawdyke!

Scrawdyke is the future!

Hail Scrawdyke!

Hail Scrawdyke!

Hail Scrawdyke!

BOTH: Hail Scrawdyke!

BOTH: Hail Scrawdyke!

BOTH: Hail Scrawdyke!

NIPPLE: (MEEKLY) Hail Scrawdyke!

MAN: Attention!

(MILITARY BAND PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

CROWD: Hail Scrawdyke!

Hail Scrawdyke!

Friends,

fellow fighters,
people of the nation.

Two years ago I awoke from
the troubled sleep of apathy.

There was born upon me
a dreadful feeling

that something was wrong with
the state of our nation.

Everywhere I looked I saw
decadence, apathy cynicism and decay.

Try as I might I could not rid myself
of the spectre that haunted me.

The spectre of a dying culture.

Materially fat,

but completely lacking
in all the spiritual direction.

Promise and aspiration which made
our race great over the millennia.

(CROWD ROARING)

CROWD: Hail Scrawdyke!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hemmed in on every side,

pressed to the last gasp by the masked
hordes of militant eunuchy!

Those who have castrated themselves

and whose sole aim is to castrate us
to their level.

Surrounded by these eunuchs I realise

that we, the oppressed,
must take things into our own hands,

rally our forces
and seize the initiative!

I am fighting

for a new, clean day.

When young people
can stand upright in dignity!

When no one need be afraid
of their next thought.

And when frankness and honesty
are universally accepted.

And when power in the state
is drawn from virtue!

I call upon you all to join
the Party of Dynamic Erection

which has already so decisively lit

a blazing beacon here

that makes men shield their eyes
across the continents!

I say join us now

and sweep to the power
which is your birthright.

Let us once and for all
try and obliterate

this scum from the face of the Earth.

Give me your present

and I will give you the future!

I am Scrawdyke

and I am here.

I promise. I pledge.

I promise I will...

I offer you one thing
and one thing alone.

I offer you

dignity.

(CROWD CHEERING)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Hail Scrawdyke!

Hail Scrawdyke!

They are all frenzy with approval.

Come on, Irwin, it's your duty
to protect the leader.

Stay close to him.

(MALCOLM SCREAMING)

There's an assassin.

MALCOLM: Where?
NIPPLE: Here.

WICK: Okay, you're coming at him.

NIPPLE: No, he doesn't see me.
MALCOLM: I do.

- You've got a knife.
- A gun.

Both.

I'm smiling as if I'm gonna
shake hands with a great man.

WICK: But Irwin isn't fooled.

Well, go on, Irwin. Tackle him.

NIPPLE: No, he doesn't manage.
WICK: Of course, he does.

You're not suggesting
you succeed, are you?

(LAUGHS)

That's a role you'd like to play,
isn't it, Nipple?

Well you should be grateful.

Who else would go to the trouble
to kill you?

I have many enemies.

I have the capacity to arouse
deep antagonisms.

No, I think in the main,
most people like you.

How ridiculous can you get?

Come on, get on with this
attempted assassination.

Irwin pushes you off
and grabs the knife.

- Oh, no!
- (EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTING)

Don't bloody well push me.

NIPPLE: No, stop it...
WICK: Okay, that's it.

Congratulations, Irwin,
you have successfully saved my life.

- And you are dead.
- No.

No. I escape.

How could you possibly have escaped?
Irwin had a hold of you.

Well, he wouldn't have had a chance
to do all that if it was for real.

I'd just fire at point blank range
and in the confusion I'd just run away.

- WICK: (SCOFFS) You can't run.
- Of course I can run.

All right.
Actions speak louder than words.

Let's see you.

- Oh don't be daft.
- WICK: Let's see you.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

As I said, you're dead.

(BELL TOLLING)

Go back. Go back. Go back.

Go back.

Now, before it's...

Oh, let's face it.
You really showed yourself last night.

I'm so feeble!

(RANTING)

Do something!

(CROWD CHANTING)

Do something!

That's it.

(SCREAMS) That's it!

Do something.

Do something.

(NIPPLE TALKING)

Get

at

Nipple.

I'll get that bastard,
there's a bill he can pay.

(KNOCKING)

What are you pointing at?

MALCOLM: Traitor.

Tergiversator!

Okay, Nipple.

Game's up. Cat's out of the bag.
The beans have been spilled.

Another of your elaborate jokes,
I suppose.

It's no joke.

I've never heard of anything so unfunny.

What the heck are you talking about?

I have just received incontestable proof
that at 6: 17 yesterday evening,

you met and conspired

with Phillip Allard, arch eunuch
and enemy of the Party,

at the top of St Paul's church tower

with the purpose of betraying
the Dynamic Erectionist Movement.

NIPPLE: (LAUGHS)
Now I know you're not serious,

St Paul's church tower. (LAUGHS)

That's a laugh that will rapidly commute
across your face my friend.

Everything's ready.

You get in there.

NIPPLE: Why?

Go on, stand in there.

Well, I suppose I've got to humour you.

- MALCOLM: Minister Blagdon?
- Leader?

As Minister of Justice
and Prosecutor General

you will undertake the prosecution.

Zealously, my leader.

You will also place yourself
at the disposal of the prisoner,

should the tribunal deem it necessary.

You see, Nipple, everything's
fair and square,

you've got a defence counsel.

You can't have the same man
both prosecuting and defending!

- It's unheard of.
- No, it's not. You just heard of it.

Well, that wouldn't be allowed
in a proper court.

This tribunal is constituted

according to
Dynamic Erectionist Procedure.

- What's that?
- You'll soon find out.

Tribunal will rise.

(LAUGHS)

Dennis Charles Nipple, I charge you
with treason against the Party.

With entering into a conspiracy
with the arch enemy of the Party,

Phillip Allard, betraying
your oath of allegiance

and generally being in league
with the forces of world eunuchy.

I must've been very busy
to have done all that.

Well, how do you plead?
Guilty or very guilty?

I plead

- not guilty.
- There's no such plea.

That's ridiculous. You can't say
I'm guilty before I've been tried!

We can and do.

You can either plead guilty
or very guilty.

- That's no choice!
- WICK: It is.

It's not fair.

It's not the business of this tribunal
to be fair.

We're here to investigate the depth
and scope of your crimes.

Not whether they happened.

Doesn't matter to us
whether or not they did happen.

The possibility that they might
have happened is sufficient.

(LAUGHS) If this wasn't a joke,
it'd be a surreal nightmare.

He pleads very guilty.

Well, if I'm so guilty
what's the point in trying me?

You may not be anywhere as guilty
as you plead.

We've got to see if
you're coal black or charcoal grey.

I call upon the witness Irwin Ingham

to lay his deposition
before the tribunal.

Eh?

Mr Ingham, could you please tell us
exactly what you saw

and unearthed yesterday evening?

Oh, well, uh...

Far be it from me to put words
in your mouth,

just tell the tribunal in your own words
what you saw that night.

Well...

Well, you see I'd been walking...

I mean, I was walking, just by there.

And as I was walking, I saw, like...

You know, like...
You know, like, going in.

You know, like, going into it.

Well, I mean, I wondered.

So, like, as I say, they went in.

And then, I suppose, they went up.

You know, up to the top.

Well, one at a time, like.

Anyway, as I say, they went up.

And then I suppose they met.

Anyway, I went in.

I followed.

Yes, I suppose you could say that.
I followed.

And when I got there, you know,
I saw them.

And when they'd finished,
they came down.

They came down and went out.
Then I came down and went out.

So after they come down and come out.
Gone down and come out.

I'd gone... and come.

Yes.

IRWIN: (WHISPERS) Yes.

So really, that's it.

Thank you, thank you.

There you are.

Conclusive testimony
on the part of an eye witness.

He never saw me do anything like that.

Silence! The prisoner is not permitted
to speak at this juncture.

So there we have it.

In all its disgusting detail.

You were seen entering
St Paul's church, climbing the tower,

and up there you were
overheard conspiring

with the arch eunuch and
enemy of the Party, Phillip Allard.

You informed him
of all the Party's secret plans

in return for a glossy picture book of
Tahitian nudes

and your photograph
in the Daily Examiner.

I submit that the case is fully proved
against the enemy of the Party,

Dennis Charles Nipple.

I now call upon the Minister
of Justice and Prosecutor General

to open the case for the defence.

- I'll conduct me own defence.
- That can't be allowed.

You'll be allowed to speak
at the proper time.

The defence rests.

The prisoner will now
be allowed to confess.

What do you mean confess?

Well, I suppose you must
have your little games.

I don't play games, Nipple.
I never have, I never will.

I hate games.
I'll show you whether I'm playing games.

The tribunal will rise.

It is the verdict of this tribunal,

that Dennis Charles Nipple
should be sentenced to death.

It is my decree, as leader
of Dynamic Erectionist Party

that until such time
as the sentence can be executed,

Dennis Charles Nipple shall be
totally ostracised

by all the members of the Party

and that he be regarded
of having ceased to exist.

- But...
- You're dead, Nipple.

For all intents and purposes,
you're now a corpse.

You must be...

I mean...

You can't really...

I mean it's...

I mean...

If you really do... You really did...

I mean, it...

it'd mean that you

were mad!

I'm mad?

I'm mad?

You heard what he said, I'm mad.

He says, I'm mad.

Well, that's really convincing
coming from you.

That really does ring true.

The phantom novelist.

The solipsist. The egoist.

The surrealist figment of his own
diseased imagination.

The fantasist who could
quite seriously arrange

to meet the headmaster of
an art school on an icy ledge

at the top of a rickety church tower
in a blizzard in the middle of winter,

and he says I'm mad?

You just couldn't wait, could you?

You always have to be the centre,
you can't submit your own perverted ego

to something bigger than yourself.

Well, you betrayed me.
Me personally.

I brought you in. I trusted you.
I gave you everything.

I open, I trust, I give
and you defecate on me.

Well, you'll find I've got another side.

I'll show you. I'll to get you,
you degenerate imbecile.

I'll not forget. I'll hunt you down
to the ends of the Earth.

I'll follow, I'll track, I'll make
you wish you'd never been born.

I'll strangle you with my own hands,

I could drive a six inch nail
through your head!

Oh, I've been too quick for you.
I always am. I always am in front.

I always am. I always will be.

I'll get you.

I'll get you, I will.
I'll show you. I'II...

Mean it.

- But why?
- Why?

Because I...

I don't know why
you should want to do this to me.

I never did...

You know that.

You...

I can't see why you should...

I've always had a high respect for you.

I know we've had our disagreements

and I disagreed but I can't see
why you should want to do this to me.

Why should you?

I'm not gonna say
I'm not irked by what you've just said.

I valued our friendship,
now you want to do this?

Come on, Mal.

Let me in on it.

I know it's not a game,
but tell me it's just a rehearsal

for some trial you intend to hold
in the future

for some real enemy of the Party.

It was your trial.

If you could you'd really
have me killed?

Yes.

That's bad.

That's very bad.

All these years I thought
you were my friend.

It's bad for me,
but it's even worse for you,

I feel sorry for you.

Get out of my sight.

Very well.

But I want you to know

that why ever

and however you've persecuted me,

I forgive you.

Scrawdyke the ninth.

Not long to go now.

What's gonna happen tonight?

Their tribes are weak.

I feel so ill.

I've got this gnawing in me stomach
and I'm constipated.

I've got to try.

It doesn't matter if it can't succeed.
It only matters that I lead.

Just got to lead them
through that blasted door.

Yeah!

(GROANS)

Just act.
That's it.

Just act, don't think.

Just act!

So this is it.

- This is what?
- 3A, Commercial Chambers.

Oh.

And this is the banner?

Hmm.

Have you...

- You just come up from Tech?
- Mmm-hmm.

And you, um...

You decided...

- I came here.
- Yeah.

- Have a fag.
- Oh, ta.

I saw you on Wednesday afternoon.

- Where?
- Walking past Co-op.

Oh.

I was waiting for the bus.

Oh, well, I didn't see you.

- I thought you might've done.
- No, no, I didn't.

- I thought it was funny.
- I didn't see you.

I mean, if you'd seen me.

- I didn't.
- You'd have stopped.

Oh, yeah, yeah, if I'd seen you.

- But you didn't.
- No, I didn't.

It's funny.
I thought for a moment you had.

No I didn't.

You just seemed to look in my direction.

Well, I didn't.

I realise that now.

No, I... I didn't see you.
I was, um, in a hurry.

Oh, well.

Just one of those things.

Hmm.

Where are the others?

Well, they're out.

On a mission.

Oh.

I thought I saw them
going into the cafe.

Yeah, well, that's where
they have to make a contact.

- You're still going to do it then?
- Of course we are.

- It's tonight.
- Yes.

- Eh, you haven't?
- Of course, not.

We can't be too careful.
We have to move with stealth.

How would you like to fuck me?

What?

I said how would you like to fuck me?

What?

It's a simple enough question.

How would you like to have
sexual intercourse with me?

Either you would or wouldn't.

Ann!

Ann!

- I...
- I don't see any difficulties.

Seems quite straightforward to me.

I thought you prided yourself
on your rapid perception.

- I've never heard!
- I know that, that's why I asked you.

(STUTTERING) I don't know how you dare
ask such a question.

I dare because there's not

the slightest chance
of it ever happening.

I... I mean, you don't just...
Just...

- That's disgusting.
- What's disgusting about it?

Well, it's... (STUTTERS)

And you're the man who prides himself
on his brutal frankness?

I am frank when I need to be.
It's all a question of context.

It's all a question of whether
it's Malcolm Scrawdyke

who's being frank or somebody else.

I've never said what you've
just said to any woman!

Only because you'd never dare.

Because I've got a proper sense
of propriety.

Oh!

Well, this is a role I never expected.

Don't tell me there's a
Victorian gentleman

lurking beneath that angry young muck?

- Nobody speaks to me like that!
- That's the trouble.

Nobody dare!

You've got the biggest front.

To think I used to think
you must have a different woman

every night of the week
if you wanted to.

I asked about you.
Never mind who.

And nobody knew anything about it.

So I could only think
either you weren't interested

or none of the women in the college
came up to your demands.

So I screwed up courage,

I screwed up my nerve to ask you out.

And when you grunted...

When you grunted, "Yeah."

I couldn't believe it.

I thought you must be
putting on an act for my benefit.

When we went to the club, I was...

Well, surprised at first.

Then, I thought, "Maybe he's a bit shy.

"He's not used to it after all.

"So I'll help him along a bit."

A bit!

Then I realised the big secret.

The great man's scared stiff
of anything in knickers.

You're the biggest virgin
outside of convent.

You're right.
Girls don't usually talk like this

but there's no future in
being subtle with you.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

The whole thing's just a
vast misconception on your part.

Is it?

Yes, it is. I never looked twice at them
in the way that you mean.

- I never looked twice at you.
- That's true you didn't dare look.

I didn't want to.

Then why did you go out with me?

Gregarious.

And what were you doing
hanging about down near our house?

I told you I was just walking past.

I know that's what you did.
I'm talking about

what you wanted to do.

How do you know what I wanted to do?

I've got a magic eye and it sees
straight through little men like you.

Don't call me a little man.

In spite of your scruffy beard
and long hair.

I'm not gonna waste my time
talking about hair!

You prefer to waste your time
in other ways.

- You can't see...
- Never mind what I can't see.

Let me tell you what I can.

I see three timid little men,
one who leads the other two along,

because he's got a louder voice
and that's all.

One who's another great lover.

I've caught a cold once waiting for him
to make a move in a freezing yard.

And a third,

well, he's only ever anywhere
because he's not somewhere else.

(SCOFFS)

I see you recognise these descriptions.

Why don't you stop pretending
to be something you're not?

And shouldn't want to be.

I don't know.

But I feel,

you must know why I came.

I came here to help you.

I came here to help you.

You came here to...

Yes.

How?
How could you?

I don't know, Malcolm.

It's for you.

Even if...

I...

You know...

Mmm-hmm.

No. Listen to you and
I'll be reduced to a slack- mouthed

non-entity, wandering around
grinning at babies,

sniffing flowers
and patting dogs on the head.

That's not for me.
I'm a man of a different stamp.

When I'm angry I know that I'm alive.

My blood runs. I tingle. I am something.

- Aye, aye.
- Hello.

- WICK: What's all this then?
- I'm just going.

Oh, come up from Tech?

Yes. I was just on my way home
thought I'd pop in.

WICK: Oh. How is Tech these days?

Well...

Explain to them why you came.

I'll keep my mouth shut.
Never let it be said that

I tried to prejudice your position.

You bastard!

Oh, that'll make a fine impression
for a start.

What are you doing here?

I came to try and stop you
behaving like a bunch of kids.

- How do you mean?
- Oh, come off it, Wick.

No, how do you mean?

All this nonsense,
you've got cooked up for tonight.

- How do you know about that?
- How do you think? I was told.

- Told? Who told you?
- Your great leader himself told me.

Mal?

Quite true.

I'll tell you how it happened.

As soon as she came through that door,
I immediately asked myself why.

I came up with the answer.
She was sent here as a spy.

Why else would she come up here?

Oh, this is...
I'm not listening to any more.

We can't have that, straight down
to report to Phillip David Trevor?

Yeah, you can't just shove off,
there are things to be explained.

You two believe everything
this bastard wants you to believe.

Talk about suckers.

I'm not going to bother.

Oh, we're suckers, are we?

Let me pass.

Oh, no, no. She thinks we're gonna
let her run out of here just like that!

If we did then we should be suckers.

Get out of the way, you silly...

Oh, so we're just silly kids.
We're not capable of doing anything.

Is that so? We'll have to try
and convince her otherwise.

Perhaps this'll convince her.

(GRUNTS)

Now look. Don't be...

It's beginning to dawn.
Perhaps we're not playing.

Getting a bit anxious.

Now don't be ridiculous. Come on.

She's not sure now.

Perhaps we're not just things after all.

Now look.

- Not even you!
- Not even us.

Speaks with contempt but she backs away.

MALCOLM: We're not men she says.
She is a woman.

All right.

All right, you've scared me.
You win, if that's what you want.

That's not what we want.

We want more than that.

We're gonna show
what happens to women who pry.

- Show her what we can do.
- To women who treat men with contempt.

Look, please!

- Oh, she starts to beg.
- She's terrified.

- She's quivering.
- She's waiting.

For their hands.

On her warm soft body.

Which must be punished.

Punished.

(YELLS) Punished!

- Punished!
- Punished!

ALL: (CHANTING) Punished!
Punished! Punished!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING) Punished! Punished!

(GROANING)

Punished! Punished! Punished! Punished!
Punished! Punished! Punished!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Oh.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey.

Oh.

Oh.

She's dead.

What?

WICK: We've killed her.

She's dead, we've killed her.

What are we going to do, Mal?

What are we going to do?

Mal?

Mal!

What are we going to do?

What do we do?

(GROANING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SOBBING)

What did you say to her?

The whole thing was feigned!

The whole thing was nothing
but another trick.

We ought to have been more thorough.

She ought to have been dead.
She deserved it.

I had a suspicion that
she was feigning all along.

But I didn't let on.
And you know why? I'll tell you why.

Because there's a streak of weakness
of sentimentality in all of us.

And it has to be recognised
and it has to be wrestled with,

and it has to be brought out
into the open.

But it needs the right incident
to entice it out.

Well, I used this incident.
I let it come out. I gave it full play.

I let it suffuse me,
so that once and for all time

with utter finality I could reject it.

That's the way to handle temptation,
every saint knew that.

One more second and I was going to say
"hack up the body."

Never mind.

What we've just done,
makes the putsch even more urgent.

We're about to leap from our corner
at the throat of the world,

and then we shall see
who cries for mercy.

Then we'll see who begs for it.

Then we shall see who gets it.

We are the arbiters of the future.

Well, we'd better get ready?

Suppose so.

When the time comes, just act, act.
Don't think, just act.

Hell, this is it.

I haven't made a will.

Right.

Ten, nine,

eight,

seven, six,

five,

four,

three,

two...

We're not going to do it.

We're not going to do it.

After what he's just made us do
to that girl.

After what he's just said.

When the moment arrives.
He hasn't got the nerve.

Look at him.

Petrified.

The great leader.

That miserable lump
of solidified crap, transfixed there.

All this for nothing.

(DOORS SLAMMING)

(LONELYMAN PLAYING)