While Julian, the Police 'Droogs', and the four Droogs, deal with the captured – and very angry – 'Bone-Apart' shaika in their custody outside of the van, inside of the van, Nigel speaks to the frightened Caribbean devotchka, who cries.
On Julian's radio plays the exotic, sultry "Black Power", by German musician Peter Thomas – vocals by Donna Summer.
Black power
That's my name here in the night
Where my feelings reach their heights
I feel so fine; you could be mine
Come…
Nigel, the Social Worker, speaks gently to the girl, as he tries to draw her out.
"I'm very sorry about that ghastly near-assault you endured, sweetheart", he tells her.
The attractive Caribbean lovely, still wearing Julian's trench coat, tries to modestly arrange her blouse. Nigel politely averts his face as she does this. He continues to speak to her.
"Er… Do you live nearby around here, dear?", he asks her.
The girl ponders over his question. She seems hesitant to tell him, as she's still fearful over the near-rape she experienced. Nigel senses this.
At this point, the girl fully wraps herself in Julian's trench coat. She's covered. Perhaps she feels secure with it on. Nigel turns his gaze on her, again.
"The reason why I asked if you live nearby is that I can tell you where you can go for counseling", he tells her. "I am a Social Worker for the State. I've been a social worker for many years dealing with situations for working-class individuals… and, recently, immigrants, Miss."
Nigel regards the pretty brown-skinned islander. He tries not to ogle at her. But he cannot help notice that she is attractive – regardless that she's black.
The girl, hearing about Nigel being a social worker for 'many years' feels a bit at ease with him. And he does seem to be pretty nice.
"Well…", the girl (finally) manages to utter in her perfect British accent. "I'm not going to be here, much longer", she replies.
"Oh? Are you moving to another part of London? Or elsewhere in Britain?", Nigel asks her. "I can refer you to some excellent 'crime-victim programs'…"
"I'm leaving Britain, Sir", she admits.
Nigel seems a bit downtrodden at the admission.
"You're leaving Britain?", he repeats.
"Yes. I am, Sir."
"Er… um… Is it because of tonight's incident?"
"That. Plus, there has been a lot of crimes going on lately about here. I'm quite disappointed in Britain, really. I never thought Britain would actually be like this. I always see it on the telly in St. Croix as this lovely, refined nation – with such refined people! Since I came here last month, there's been so much reports about youth and gang crimes! And so much rapes! And, now, I nearly became a victim. Really, I've grown disenchanted with Britain, Sir."
She regards Nigel. Her stomach gets an uneasy twinge as Nigel's piercing gaze is trained on her. She also notices his good looks.
Nigel tries to reason with her.
"Oh, sweetheart! Please don't let these 'rotten apples' spoil your impression of Britain! There are plenty of good Brits here, too, my darling… like me!", he teases, giving her a wink!
The Virgin Island lovely manages a giggle. She graciously lowers her eyes from him. Nigel is satisfied he amused her – and half-flirts with her!
"Aha! At least I made you laugh! But, all kidding aside, the Police are trying to rid the streets of those 'teddy-boy' hooligans you spoke about. The Police who rescued you, tonight, are taking the lead in doing that. Those four nice married young men work closely with the Police in ridding the streets of the cretins who really belong in the 'Rubbish' bins you see on street corners!"
Nigel has unintentionally made the girl laugh, again, at his remark about the hooligans belonging in the garbage. Nigel manages a smile, seeing her laugh.
"So, perhaps you might change your mind about leaving England, love?", he asks. "You know: Give this great nation, second to the United States, another chance? Hmm?"
The girl ponders his words thoughtfully. Then shakes her head in the negative.
"My family is preparing to move to the United States, actually", she tells him. "My fiancé is already there at his job."
Nigel's stomach oddly churns from what the girl just told him: She's going to America… and she's already engaged to be married.
Nigel doesn't even know this girl. She's of another race and culture. Why does he feel as if his feelings got hurt?
"I see", Nigel simply responds.
There's really nothing more to be said to convince her. And, she's already someone else's betrothed.
Nigel tries to overcome the unusual sadness now overwhelming him.
"I do beg pardon: What is your name, young lady?", he asks her.
"Claudette."
"Nigel."
"You're very sweet, Nigel."
"I'm just… doing what I'm supposed to. It's my job."
There is an interruption when a car horn repeatedly honks. Julian opens the door of the van.
"Pardon me, Nigel: The Police car is here to take the young lady to identify the bastards!", Julian tells Nigel – who absently nods at him. Julian leaves.
Nigel and Claudette are alone, again. Claudette turns to Nigel.
"Thank you, Nigel, for being so sweet", she tells him. "Please be careful with these no-good creeps out here."
Nigel manages a smile.
"Thanks, love. Good luck in America", he tells her. "And, be careful."
"Thank you."
Claudette gives Nigel a hug.
"I'll never forget you…", she whispers.
Nigel returns the hug. He cannot respond. His emotions and feelings well up within him.
Black power
That's the glamour of the night
When you're holding me so tight
Slowly I say it loud from within
Fever deep within
Today come to me
Today I feel free…
Come fun, and then come
He forces himself to release her.
Then Alex and Pete poke their heads into the van to help the attractive, yet quiet, victim out of the van.
The two Droogs notice Nigel and Claudette conversing. Nigel appears somewhat dejected – but maintains a solemn front.
Claudette sees Alex and Pete, who smile at her.
"Hi hi hi, there!", Alex greets her.
Claudette smiles at the two.
"Hello", she greets them.
Pete climbs into the van.
Pete, unaware of the conversation, stands before Claudette. He smiles.
"Your chariot awaits you, Miss!", he playfully tells her.
Claudette is puzzled. She then emits a squeak when Pete sweeps her up in his arms, and prepares to carry her out.
Nigel looks on. Claudette smiles and gives him a final wave. Nigel waves back… wistfully.
He sees Claudette being set down on her feet. Alex, Pete, Georgie, Dim, the two Police 'Droogs', and Julian each embrace her.
"Thanks so much for rescuing me!", she tells them.
Nigel turns away, before she sees him, and moves toward the back of the van.
Alex's voice and the Droogs are heard chatting; then laughing.
Shortly, Alex reopens the van door, and enters with Dim, who laughs his stupid laugh.
"Welly, welly well, Nige, did you viddy us six Droogs in action against those five bastards?", Alex asks Nigel, smirking.
"Yeah! One of the Police took the devotchka from the bratchneys when we started to drat with them!", Dim laughs.
The two notice Nigel sitting on a seat in a corner… despondent. He's absorbed in his thoughts. A different song plays on the radio, now: Bobby Vee's "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes".
He looks up at the two Droogs; then forces a smirk.
"Oh, yes, Alex. You four were great!", Nigel answers. "I'm glad you nabbed those bloody animals. I'm sorry for verbally attacking you, earlier… and I'm just sorry that our beloved Britain is so filled with violence!"
At his concluding line, Nigel halfway raises his voice – expressing displeasure and disgust.
Alex and Dim are concerned, and go over to him.
"Nige? What's wrong?", Alex asks him. "Why is your litso down?... er, I mean, er, 'why do you look sad'?"
Nigel's cold hazel glazzies glint at Alex's brilliant blue glazzies as he's quite upset. Now entering the van are Georgie, and Pete. They see Alex and Dim listening to a very angry Nigel, who shortly vents:
"Oh, simple, Alex – and Dim, is it? You see, this entire bit of ultraviolence' BS you British youths thrive on and indulge in just scared off a potential citizen with her family! The young lady, Claudette, you rescued is actually going to move to the U.S. with her family… because she is turned-off by all this damned 'ultraviolence' occurring around her – and what nearly happened to her, tonight – here in the bloody U.K.!
"And worse: Her fiancé is waiting for her in America…"
Nigel turns away from the Droogs, who are regarding him closely as he's very upset.
The Droogs continue to regard Nigel. It begins to dawn on them the real reason behind his anger.
"Did you fancy the devotchka we rescued, Brother?", Alex asks him.
Nigel sighs.
"It doesn't matter, Alex. Really. Nothing matters, anymore."
Just then, Julian re-enters the van.
"All right, guys. Let's all head to the 'Duke of New York' to celebrate our finally catching these blasted bastards!", he suggests.
Julian discerns the odd silence of the Droogs, who would be celebratory that they finally nabbed those pillaging and raping bastards.
"What's wrong? What's going on, here?", he asks, looking at them all, including glum Nigel and the Servicemen.
Georgie speaks up.
"Er, shall we go to the 'Duke of New York', first, as you suggested, Julie?"
Disclaimer: "I do not own the rights to the music and lyrics of "Black Power" (1969)
The Duke of New York Pub
Alex and the Droogs, Julian, Nigel and the two Servicemen unwind at the Duke of New York Pub. Earlier in his baddiwad days, Alex took his Droogs here to buy them drinks following his fight with Georgie and Dim at the Flatblock Marina, reasserting his position as their Leader.
Tonight, the Droogs and the Servicemen drink cranberry juice. Julian has an iced tea. Nigel just has a cup of Devonshire tea. They all dine on toasted sandwiches of chicken and cranberries.
All, but Nigel, who prefers to have his cup of tea.
Alex and the Droogs try to cheer up a depressed Nigel who, apparently, was interested in the Caribbean girl who was rescued.
"Aw, c'mon, Nige! Order something! Julie's treating us to some pischa!", Alex insists.
"It's sandwiches! But, you can try enjoy it!", Dim adds.
"Yeah! You could even take it home with you if you don't finish it all!", Georgie adds.
"At least, have something on us! You're quite a dobby veck, Nige!", Pete tells him. He remembers to translate his Nadsat. "You're a nice guy!"
Nigel is still glum. Blinking, he raises his eyes in Pete's direction.
"Thank you, Pete… No. I don't have an appetite, right now. Thanks", he replies.
"So, Nige: You really fancied that Island devotchka we rescued, tonight!", Alex tells him. "She was sladky – all 'Caribbean spice, and everything nicey-nice' – yes?"
"My luck is just remarkable with women, isn't it, Alex?", Nigel speaks with sarcasm. "This is the way how things often turn out with women I'm interested in. They're either very nice – but unattainable, like this young lady, tonight; or – and often – they're totally disinterested, and rude with me!
"Something must be really wrong with me!... Oh! Don't let me dampen your 'festive' mood, gentlemen! After all, you've finally captured this gang that's been marauding and terrorizing London for so long! Congratulations to a job well done!"
Nigel smirks, and raises his tea to them in a toast.
Julian, somber-expressioned, regards Nigel.
"Nigel: The Boys and I are eating! Your two Servicemen are eating! And I'm quite sure your 'would-have-been' Caribbean honey is also eating – or will eat once she gets home! We all feel your pain. But you can't starve yourself, either! I just ordered your sandwich!"
Nigel sighs, and manages a small smile.
"Thank you, Julian. That was very kind of you", he responds. "I'll likely eat it when I'm at home, later, tonight."
"Whenever you want to eat it. Just eat! Don't you want to be strong and healthy for that 'special someone' you'll find, one day?"
"Hmm… I suppose so, Julian… if my bloody luck will ever change, that is!"
Dim suddenly remembers:
"Wait a minoota! What about that devotchka who had that govoreet-drat with you at Alex's building, tonight?"
Pete and Georgie brighten. Alex smirks.
"The one with the dark pink voloss, you mean?", Pete asks. Dim nods.
"Oh, yeah! That fiery pink-haired sharp!", Georgie realizes. He turns to Nigel, who now becomes annoyed upon hearing reference to 'Miss Pink Hair'. "Don't worry, Nige! You'll be just fine!"
Alex turns to Nigel, who is getting disgusted with 'Miss Pink Hair' being linked with him.
"See, Nige? All's not hopeless! That pink-haired devotchka will be waiting for you tomorrow morning in the lobby of me flat! Problem solved, Brother!"
Alex proudly smirks at Nigel, as do Pete, Georgie and Dim.
Nigel solemnly regards the Nadsats, who are happy for him.
"Problem solved, eh, boys? "You all still intend to pair me off with that blasted 'Firebrand'! You just can't let it go, can you?", Nigel complains.
Everybody breaks up in hearty laughter – except Nigel, of course.
One of the Servicemen agrees.
"At least, you'll see her – despite she bickers with you, Sir. It's better than nothing, at all! She's still here! Think about it!"
Nigel sulks in disgust, amusing the male party present with him.