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GOOD WILL HUNTING an Original Script by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck The following is Matt Damon and Ben Affleck's Award Winning Script for Good Will Hunting. FADE IN: EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARADE -- DAY CUT TO: INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE, SOUTH BOSTON -- EVENING The bar is dirty, more than a little run down. If there is ever a cook on duty, he's not here now. As we pan across several empty tables, we can almost smell the odor of last nights beer and crushed pretzels on the floor. CHUCKIE Oh my God, I got the most fucked up thing I been meanin' to tell you. As the camera rises, we find FOUR YOUNG MEN seated around a table near the back of the bar. ALL Oh Jesus. Here we go. The guy holding court is CHUCKIE SULLIVAN, 20, and the largest of the bunch. He is loud, boisterous, a born entertainer. Next to him is WILL HUNTING, 20, handsome and confident, a soft-spoken leader. On Will's right sits BILLY MCBRIDE, 22, heavy, quiet, someone you definitely wouldn't want to tangle with. Finally there is MORGAN O'MALLY, 19, smaller than the other guys. Wiry and anxious, Morgan listens to Chuckie's horror stories with eager disgust. All four boys speak with thick Boston accents. This is a rough, working class Irish neighborhood and these boys are its product. CHUCKIE You guys know my cousin Mikey Sullivan? ALL Yeah. CHUCKIE Well you know how he loves animals right? Anyway, last week he's drivin' home... (laughs) ALL What? Come on! CHUCKIE (trying not to laugh) I'm sorry, 'cause you know Mikey, the fuckin guy loves animals, and this is the last person you'd want this to happen to. WILL Chuckie, what the fuck happened? CHUCKIE Okay. He's driving along and this fuckin' cat jumps in front of his car, and so he hits this cat-- Chuckie is really laughing now. MORGAN --That isn't funny-- CHUCKIE --and he's like "shit! Motherfucker!" And he looks in his rearview and sees this cat-- I'm sorry-- BILLY Fuckin' Chuckie! CHUCKIE So he sees this cat tryin to make it across the street and it's not lookin' so good. WILL It's walkin' pretty slow at this point. MORGAN You guys are fuckin' sick. CHUCKIE So Mikey's like "Fuck, I gotta put this thing out of its misery"--So he gets a hammer-- WILL/MORGAN/BILLY OH! CHUCKIE --out of his tool box, and starts chasin' the cat and starts whackin' it with the hammer. You know, tryin' to put the thing out of its misery. MORGAN Jesus. CHUCKIE And all the time he's apologizin' to the cat, goin' "I'm sorry." BANG, "I'm sorry." BANG! BILLY Like it can understand. CHUCKIE And this Samoan guy comes runnin' out of his house and he's like "What the fuck are you doing to my cat?!" Mikey's like "I'm sorry"--BANG--" I hit your cat with my truck, and I'm just trying to put it out of it's misery"-- BANG! And the cat dies. So Mikey's like "Why don't you come look at the front of the truck." 'Cause the other guy's all fuckin flipped out about-- WILL Watching his cat get brained. Morgan gives Will a look, but Will only smiles. CHUCKIE Yeah, so he's like "Check the front of my truck, I can prove I hit it 'cause there's probably some blood or something"-- WILL --or a tail-- MORGAN WILL! CHUCKIE And so they go around to the front of his truck...and there's another cat on the grille. WILL/MORGAN/BILLY No! Ugh! CHUCKIE Is that unbelievable? He brained an innocent cat! BLACKOUT: The opening credits roll over a series of shots of the city and the real people who live and work there, going about their daily lives. We see a panoramic view of South Boston. Will sits in his apartment, walls completely bare. A bed, a small night table and an empty basket adorn the room. A stack of twenty or so LIBRARY BOOKS sit by his bed. He is flipping through a book at about a page a second. Chuckie stands on the porch to Will's house. His Caddilac idles by the curb. Will comes out and they get in the car. We travel across crowded public housing and onto downtown. Finally, we gaze across the river and onto the great cement- domed buildings that make up the M.I.T. campus. CUT TO: INT. M.I.T. CLASSROOM -- DAY The classroom is packed with graduate students and TOM. PROFESSOR LAMBEAU (52) is at the lectern. The chalkboard behind him is covered with theorems. LAMBEAU Please finish McKinley by next month. Many of you probably had this as undergraduates in real analysis. It won't hurt to brush up. I am also putting an advanced fourier system on the main hallway chalkboard-- Everyone groans. LAMBEAU (cont'd) I'm hoping that one of you might prove it by the end of the semester. The first person to do so will not only be in my good graces, but go on to fame and fortune by having their accomplishment recorded and their name printed in the auspicious "M.I.T. Tech." Prof. Lambeau holds up a thin publication entitled "M.I.T. Tech." Everyone laughs. LAMBEAU (cont'd) Former winners include Nobel Laureates, world renowned astro-physicists, Field's Medal winners and lowly M.I.T. professors. More laughs. LAMBEAU (cont'd) Okay. That is all. A smattering of applause. Students pack their bags. CUT TO: INT. FUNLAND -- LATER The place is a monster indoor funpark. Will, Chuckie, Morgan, and Billy are in adjoining batting cages. Will has disabled the pitching machine in his and pitches to Chuckie. The boys have been drinking. Will throws one to Chuckie, high and tight. Several empty beer cans sit by the cage. CHUCKIE Will! Another pitch, inside. CHUCKIE (cont'd) You're gonna get charged! WILL You think I'm afraid of you, you big fuck? You're crowdin' the plate. Will guns another one, way inside. CHUCKIE Stop brushin' me back! WILL Stop crowdin the plate! Chuckie laughs and steps back. CHUCKIE Casey's bouncin' at a bar up Harvard. We should go there sometime. WILL What are we gonna do up there? CHUCKIE I don't know, we'll fuck up some smart kids. (stepping back in) You'd prob'ly fit right in. WILL Fuck you. Will fires a pitch at Chuckie's head. Chuckie dives to avoid being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will. CUT TO: EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ROOFTOP -- EARLY AFTERNOON SEAN McGUIRE (52) sits, FORMALLY DRESSED, on the roof of his apartment building in a beat-up lawn chair. Well-built and fairly muscular, he stares blankly out over the city. On his lap rests an open invitation that reads "M.I.T. CLASS OF '67 REUNION." While the morning is quiet and Sean sits serenely, there is a look about his that tells us he has faced hard times. This is a man who fought his way through life. On his lonely stare we: CUT TO: EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS LAWN -- DAY A thirty year REUNION PARTY has taken over the lawn. A well dressed throng mill about underneath a large banner that reads "WELCOME BACK CLASS OF '72." We find Professor Lambeau standing with a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd. He is interrupted by an approaching STUDENT. STUDENT Excuse me, Professor Lambeau? LAMBEAU Yes. STUDENT I'm in your applied theories class. We're all down at the Math and Science building. LAMBEAU It's Saturday. STUDENT I know. We just couldn't wait 'till Monday to find out. LAMBEAU Find out what? STUDENT Who proved the theorem. EXT. TOM FOLEY PARK, S. BOSTON -- AFTERNOON In the bleachers of the visiting section we find our boys, drinking and smoking cigarettes. Will pops open a beer. The boys have been here a while and it shows. Billy sees something that catches his interest. BILLY Who's that? She's got a nice ass. Their P.O.V. reveals a girl in stretch pants talking to a beefy looking ITALIAN GUY (BOBBY CHAMPA) MORGAN Yah, that is a nice ass. CHUCKIE You could put a pool in that backyard. BILLY Who's she talking to? MORGAN That fuckin' guinea, Will knows him. WILL Yah, Bobby Champa. He used to beat the shit outta' me in Kindergarten. BILLY He's a pretty big kid. WILL Yah, he's the same size now as he was in Kindergarten. MORGAN Fuck this, let's get something to eat... CHUCKIE What Morgan, you're not gonna go talk to her? MORGAN Fuck her. The boys get up and walk down the bleachers. WILL I could go for a Whopper. MORGAN (nonchalant) Let's hit "Kelly's." CHUCKIE Morgan, I'm not goin' to "Kelly's Roast Beef" just cause you like the take-out girl. It's fifteen minutes out of our way. MORGAN What else we gonna do we can't spare fifteen minutes? CHUCKIE All right Morgan, fine. I'll tell you why we're not going to "Kelly's." It's because the take-out bitch is a fuckin' idiot. I'm sorry you like her but she's dumb as a post and she has never got our order right, never once. MORGAN She's not stupid. WILL She's sharp as a marble. CHUCKIE We're not goin'. (beat) I don't even like "Kelly's." CUT TO: INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER Lambeau, still in his reunion formal-wear, strides down the hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students have gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red sea as he approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he checks the proof. Satisfied, he turns to the class. LAMBEAU This is correct? Who did this? Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT. LAMBEAU (cont'd) Nemesh? Nemesh shakes his head in awe. NEMESH No way. Lambeau erases the proof and starts putting up a new one. LAMBEAU Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll find this one challenging enough to merit coming forward with your identity. That is, if you can do it. INT. CHUCKIE'S CAR, DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They move slowly through heavy traffic, windows down. Chuckie sorts through a large "KELLY'S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives. MORGAN Double Burger. Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the bag. MORGAN (cont'd) (same tone) Double Burger. Chuckie gets out fries for himself, hands Will his fries. MORGAN (cont'd) I, I had a Kelly's Double Burger. CHUCKIE Would you shut the fuck up! I know what you ordered, I was there! MORGAN So why don't you give me my sandwhich? CHUCKIE What do you mean "your sandwhich?" I bought it. MORGAN (sarcastic) Yah, all right... CHUCKIE How much money you got? MORGAN I told you, I just got change. CHUCKIE Well give me your fuckin' change and we'll put your fuckin' sandwhich on lay-away. MORGAN Why you gotta be an asshole Chuckie? CHUCKIE I think you should establish a good line of credit. Laughter, Chuckie goes back searching through the bag. CHUCKIE (cont'd) Oh motherfucker... WILL She didn't do it again did she? CHUCKIE Jesus Christ. Not even close. MORGAN Did she get my Double Burger? CHUCKIE NO SHE DIDN'T GET YOUR DOUBLE BURGER!! IT'S ALL FUCKIN' FLYIN' FISH FILET!! Chuckie whips a FISH SANDWHICH back to Morgan, then to Billy. WILL Jesus, that's really bad, did anyone even order a Flyin' Fish? CHUCKIE No, and we got four of 'em. BILLY You gotta' be kiddin' me. Why do we even go to her? CHUCKIE Cause fuckin' Morgan's got a crush on her, we always go there and when we get to the window he never says a fuckin' word to her, he never even gets out of the car, and she never gets our order right cause she's the goddamn MISSING LINK! WILL Well, she out did herself today... MORGAN I don't got a crush on her. Push in on Will who sees something O.S. Will's P.O.V. reveals BOBBY CHAMPA and his friends walking down the street. One of them casually lobs a bottle into a wire garbage can. It SHATTERS and some of the glass hits a FEMALE PASSERBY who, although unhurt, is upset. CHUCKIE What do we got? WILL I don't know yet. Will's P.O.V.: The woman says something to Bobby. He says something back. By the look on her face, it was something unpleasant. MORGAN Come on, Will... CHUCKIE Shut up. MORGAN No, why didn't you fight him at the park if you wanted to? I'm not goin' now, I'm eatin' my snack. WILL (smiles) So don't go. Will is out of the door, jogging toward Bobby Champa. Billy gets out, following Will with a look of casual indifference. CHUCKIE Morgan, Let's go. MORGAN I'm serious Chuckie, I ain't goin'. Leaving the car, Chuckie opens his door to follow. CHUCKIE (spins in his seat) You're goin'. And if you're not out there in two fuckin' seconds, when I'm done with them you're next! And with that, Chuckie is out the door. CUT TO: EXT. SIDEWALK --CONTINUOUS Will comes jogging up towards BOBBY CHAMPA, calling out from across the street, WILL (smiling, good naturedly) Hey, Bobby Champa! I went to Kindergarten with you right? Sister Margaret's class... Bobby is bewildered by this strange interruption and unsure of Will's intentions. Just when it looks as though Bobby might remember him, Will DRILLS HIM with a sucker-punch which begins the FIGHT SEQUENCE: 40 FRAMES OVER M. GAYE'S "LET'S GET IT ON." Will's momentum and respectable strength serve to knock the hapless Champa out cold. As soon as Will hits Bobby, his friends CONVERGE ON WILL. Billy JUMPS IN and wrestles one guy to the ground. The two exchange messy punches on the sidewalk. Will is in trouble, back pedaling, dodging punches, trying to avoid being overrun. When Will goes for one guy, another has an open shot and he HAMMERS WILL with a right hand to the head. Will is staggered and bleary, as a second guy winds up for a shot he is BLIND SIDED by Chuckie who hits the kid like he was a tackling sled, lifting him off the ground. Chuckie turns to see Will still outnumbered. It's all Will can do to stay standing as Morgan DROP KICKS one of Champa's boys from the hood of a car. Contrary to what we might think, Morgan is actually quite a fighter. He peppers the kid with a flurry of blows. The fight is messy, ugly and chaotic. Most punches are thrown wildly and miss, heads are banged against concrete, someone throws a bottle. In the end, it's our guys who are left standing, while Bobby's friends stagger off. Chuckie and Morgan turn to see Will, standing over the unconscious Bobby Champa, still POUNDING him. ANGLE ON WILL: SAVAGE, UGLY, VICIOUS, AND VIOLENT Whatever demons must be raging inside Will, he is taking them out on Bobby Champa. He pummels the helpless, unconscious Champa, fury in his eyes. Chuckie and Billy pull Will away. The POLICE finally arrive on the scene and having only witnessed Will's vicious attack on Champa, they grab him. EXT. SIDEWALK (FULL SPEED) -- CONTINUOUS A crowd of onlookers have gathered. Chuckie addresses them. CHUCKIE Hey, thanks for comin' out. WILL Yeah, you're all invited over to Morgan's house for a complementary fish sandwhich. The Police slam Will into the hood of a car. WILL (cont'd) (to Police) Hey, I know it's not a French cruller, but it's free. The cop holding Will SLAMS his [Will's] face into the hood, another cop uses a baton to press Will's face into the car. The look of rage returns to Will's eye. WILL (cont'd) Get the fuck off me! Will resists. Another cop comes over. Will KICKS HIM IN THE KNEE, dropping the cop. Momentarily freed, Will engages in a fracas with three cops. More converge on Will, who -- though he struggles -- takes a beating. CUT TO: EXT. SEAN'S ROOF -- NIGHT Sean sits, exactly as we first saw him, except his tie is now loose and an empty bottle of BUSHMILLS is at his side. He stares out over the City. A MATRONLY LANDLADY comes out of a doorway on the roof. LANDLADY Sean? Sean doesn't answer. LANDLADY (cont'd) Sean? You okay? SEAN Yeah. A beat. LANDLADY It's getting cold. After a moment, she retreats back down the stairs. Sean doesn't move. DISSOLVE: EXT. CHARLES RIVER, ESTABLISHING SHOT -- MORNING The morning sun reflects brilliantly off the river. CUT TO: EXT. COURTHOUSE -- NEXT MORNING Will emerges from the courthouse. Chuckie is waiting for him in the Cadillac with two cups of DUNKIN' DOUGHNUTS coffee. He hands one of them to Will. This feels routine. CHUCKIE When's the arraignment? WILL Next week. Chuckie pulls away. CUT TO: EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS, ESTABLISHING SHOT -- MORNING Students walk to class, carrying bags. More than any other, students seem to be heading into one PARTICULAR CLASSROOM. INT. M.I.T. CLASSROOM -- MORNING The classroom is even more crowded than last we saw it. Tom takes notes as Lambeau plays along with the excited environment with mock pomposity and good humor. LAMBEAU Is it my imagination, or has my class grown considerably? Laughter. LAMBEAU (cont'd) I look around and see young people who are my students, young people who are not my students as well as some of my colleagues. And by no stretch of my imagination do I think you've all come to hear me lecture. More laughter. LAMBEAU (cont'd) But rather to ascertain the identity of who our esteemed "The Tech" has come to call "The Mystery Math Magician." He holds up the M.I.T. Tech featuring a silhouetted figure, emblazoned with a large, white question mark. The headline reads "Mystery Math Magician strikes again." LAMBEAU (cont'd) Whoever you are, you've solved four of the most difficult theorems I've ever given a class. So without further ado, come forward silent rogue, and receive thy prize. The class waits in breathless anticipation. A STUDENT shifts his weight in his chair, making a noise. LAMBEAU (cont'd) Well, I'm sorry to disappoint my spectators, but it appears there will be no unmasking here today. I'm going to have to ask those of you not enrolled in the class to make your escape now or, for the next three hours be subjected to the mundities of eigenvectors. People start to gather their things and go. Lambeau picks up a piece of chalk and starts writing on the board. LAMBEAU (cont'd) However, my colleagues and I have conferred. There is a problem on the board, right now, that took us two years to prove. So let this be said; the gauntlet has been thrown down. But the faculty have answered the challenge and answered with vigor. CUT TO: 19 OMITTED INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- NIGHT Lambeau comes out of his office with Tom and locks the door. As he turns to walk down the hallway, he stops. A faint TICKING SOUND can be heard. He turns and walks down the hall. Lambeau and Tom come around a corner. His P.O.V. reveals a figure in silhouette blazing through the proof on the chalkboard. There is a mop and a bucket beside him. As Lambeau draws closer, reveal that the figure is Will, in his janitor's uniform. There is a look of intense concentration in his eyes. LAMBEAU Excuse me! Will looks up, immediately starts to shuffle off. WILL Oh, I'm sorry. LAMBEAU What're you doing? WILL (walking away) I'm sorry. Lambeau follows Will down the hall. LAMBEAU What's your name? (beat) Don't you walk away from me. This is people's work, you can't graffiti here. WILL Hey fuck you. LAMBEAU (flustered) Well... I'll be speaking to your supervisor. Will walks out. Lambeau goes to "fix" the proof, scanning the blackboard for whatever damage Will caused. He stops, scans the board again. Amazement registers on his face. LAMBEAU (cont'd) My God. Down the hall, we hear the DOOR CLOSE. He turns to look for Will, who is gone. CUT TO: EXT. BOW AND ARROW PUB, CAMBRIDGE -- THAT NIGHT A crowded Harvard Bar. Will and our gang walk by a line of several Harvard students, waiting to be carded. MORGAN What happened? (beat) You got fired, huh? WILL Yeah, Morgan. I got fired. MORGAN (starts laughing) How fuckin' retarded do you have to be to get shit-canned from that job? How hard is it to push a fuckin' broom? CHUCKIE You got fired from pushing a broom, you little bitch. MORGAN Yah, that was different. Management was restructurin'-- BILLY --Yah, restructurin' the amount of retards they had workin' for them. MORGAN Fuck you, you fat fuck. BILLY Least I work for a livin'. (to Will) Why'd you get fired? WILL Management was restructurin'. Laughter. CHUCKIE My uncle can probably get you on my demo team. MORGAN What the fuck? I just asked you for a job yesterday! CHUCKIE I told you "no" yesterday! After two students flash their ID's to the doorman (CASEY) our boys file past him. ALL (one after another) What's up Case. With an imperceptible nod, Casey waves our boys through. A fifth kid, a HARVARD STUDENT, tries to follow. He is stopped by Casey's massive, outstretched arm: CASEY ID? INT. BOW AND ARROW -- CONTINUOUS Chuckie is collecting money from the guys to buy a pitcher, all but Morgan cough up some crumpled dollars. CHUCKIE So, this is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there'd be equations and shit on the wall. INT. BACK SECTION, BOW AND ARROW -- MOMENTS LATER Chuckie returns to a table where Will, Morgan and Billy have made themselves comfortable. He [Chuckie] spots two ATTRACTIVE YOUNG HARVARD WOMEN sitting together at the end of the bar. Chuckie struts his way toward the women and pulls up a chair. He flashes a smile and tries to submerge his thick Boston accent. CHUCKIE Hey, how's it goin'? LYDIA Fine. SKYLAR Okay. CHUCKIE So, you ladies ah, go to school here? LYDIA Yes. CHUCKIE Yeah, cause I think I had a class with you. At this point, several interested parties materialize. Morgan Billy and Will try, as inconspicuously as possible, to situate themselves within listening distance. A rather large student in a HARVARD LACROSSE sweatshirt, CLARK (22) notices Chuckie. He [Clark] walks over to Skylar and Lydia, nobly hovering over them as protector. This gets Will, Morgan, and Billy's attention. SKYLAR What class? CHUCKIE Ah, history I think. SKYLAR Oh... CHUCKIE Yah, it's not a bad school... At this point, Clark can't resist and steps in. CLARK What class did you say that was? CHUCKIE History. CLARK How'd you like that course? CHUCKIE Good, it was all right. CLARK History? Just "history?" It must have been a survey course then. Chuckie nods. Clark notices Chuckie's clothes. Will and Billy exchange a look and move subtly closer. CLARK (cont'd) Pretty broad. "History of the World?" CHUCKIE Hey, come on pal we're in classes all day. That's one thing about Harvard never seizes to amaze me, everybody's talkin' about school all the time. CLARK Hey, I'm the last guy to want to talk about school at the bar. But as long as you're here I want to "seize" the opportunity to ask you a question. Billy shifts his beer into his left hand. Will and Morgan see this. Morgan rolls his eyes as if to say "not again..." CLARK (cont'd) Oh, I'm sure you covered it in your history class. Clark looks to see if the girls are impressed. They are not. When Clark looks back to Chuckie, Skylar turns to Lydia and rolls her [own] eyes. They laugh. Will sees this and smiles. CHUCKIE To tell you the truth, I wasn't there much. The class was rather elementary. CLARK Elementary? Oh, I don't doubt that it was. I remember the class, it was just between recess and lunch. Will and Billy come forward, stand behind Chuckie. CHUCKIE All right, are we gonna have a problem? CLARK There's no problem. I was just hoping you could give me some insight into the evolution of the market economy in the early colonies. My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War the economic modalities especially of the southern colonies could most aptly be characterized as agrarian pre- capitalist and... Will, who at this point has migrated to Chuckie's side and is completely fed-up, includes himself in the conversation. WILL Of course that's your contention. You're a first year grad student. You just finished some Marxian historian, Pete Garrison prob'ly, and so naturally that's what you believe until next month when you get to James Lemon and get convinced that Virginia and Pennsylvania were strongly entrepreneurial and capitalist back in 1740. That'll last until sometime in your second year, then you'll be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood about the Pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization. CLARK (taken aback) Well, as a matter of fact, I won't, because Wood drastically underestimates the impact of-- WILL --"Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inheriated wealth..." You got that from "Work in Essex County," Page 421, right? Do you have any thoughts of your own on the subject or were you just gonna plagerize the whole book for me? Clark is stunned. WILL(cont'd) Look, don't try to pass yourself off as some kind of an intellect at the expense of my friend just to impress these girls. Clark is lost now, searching for a graceful exit, any exit. WILL (cont'd) The sad thing is, in about 50 years you might start doin' some thinkin' on your own and by then you'll realize there are only two certainties in life. CLARK Yeah? What're those? WILL One, don't do that. Two-- you dropped a hundred and fifty grand on an education you coulda' picked up for a dollar fifty in late charges at the Public Library. Will catches Skylar's eye. CLARK But I will have a degree, and you'll be serving my kids fries at a drive through on our way to a skiing trip. WILL (smiles) Maybe. But at least I won't be a prick. (beat) And if you got a problem with that, I guess we can step outside and deal with it that way. While Will is substantially smaller than Clark, he [Clark] decides not to take Will up on his [Will's] offer. WILL (cont'd) If you change your mind, I'll be over by the bar. He turns and walks away. Chuckie follows, throwing Clark a look. Morgan turns to a nearby girl. MORGAN My boy's wicked smart. INT. BOW AND ARROW, AT THE BAR --LATER Will sits with Morgan at the bar watching with some amusement as Chuckie and Billy play bar basketball game where the players shoot miniature balls at a small basket. In the B.G. Occasionally we hear Chuckie shouting "Larry!" When he scores. Skylar emerges from the crowd and approaches Will. SKYLAR You suck. WILL What? SKYLAR I've been sitting over there for forty- five minutes waiting for you to come talk to me. But I'm just tired now and I have to go home and I wasn't going to keep sitting there waiting for you. WILL I'm Will. SKYLAR Skylar. And by the way. That guy over there is a real dick and I just wanted you to know he didn't come with us. WILL I kind of got that impression. SKYLAR Well, look, I have to go. Gotta' get up early and waste some more money on my overpriced education. WILL I didn't mean you. Listen, maybe... SKYLAR Here's my number. Skylar produces a folded piece of paper and offers it to Will. SKYLAR (cont'd) Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime? WILL Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels. SKYLAR What? WILL When you think about it, it's just as arbitrary as drinking coffee. SKYLAR (laughs) Okay, sounds good. She turns. WILL Five minutes. SKYLAR What? WILL I was trying to be smooth. (indicates clock) But at twelve-fifteen I was gonna come over there and talk to you. SKYLAR See, it's my life story. Five more minutes and I would have got to hear your best pick-up line. WILL The caramel thing is my pick-up line. A beat. SKYLAR Glad I came over. CUT TO: EXT. BOW AND ARROW -- LATER Our boys are walking out of the bar teasing one another about their bar-ball exploits. Across the street is another bar with a glass front. Morgan spots Clark sitting by the window with some friends. MORGAN There goes that fuckin' Barney right now, with his fuckin' "skiin' trip." We should'a kicked that dude's ass. WILL Hold up. Will crosses the street and approaches the plate glass window and stands across from Clark, separated only by the glass. He POUNDS THE GLASS to get Clark's attention. WILL (cont'd) Hey! Clark turns toward Will. WILL (cont'd) DO YOU LIKE APPLES? Clark doesn't get it. WILL (cont'd) DO YOU LIKE APPLES?! CLARK Yeah? Will SLAMS SKYLAR'S PHONE NUMBER against the glass. WILL WELL I GOT HER NUMBER! HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES?!! Will's boys erupt into laughter. Angle on Clark, deflated. EXT. STREET -- NIGHT The boys make their way home, piled into Chuckie's car, laughing together. EXT. CHARLES STREET BRIDGE -- DAWN Shot of car crossing over the Charles St. Bridge, overtaking a red-line train. EXT. CHARLESTON BACKROAD -- DAWN Travelling through narrow back roads in Charlestown, passing the Bunker Hill monument. EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- DAY Arriving at Will's house and dropping him off. DISSOLVE TO: INT. M.I.T. BUILDING AND GROUNDS GARAGE -- DAY Lambeau walks into a small garage facility. The area stores lawn machinery and various tools. An older man, TERRY (58) sits behind the desk reading the BOSTON HERALD sports page. Lambeau has obviously never been here before. He takes in the surroundings, somewhat uncomfortable. Gets dirty. LAMBEAU Excuse me. Is this the buildings and grounds office? TERRY Yeah, can I help you? LAMBEAU I'm trying to find the name of a student who works here. TERRY No students work for me. LAMBEAU Could you just check, because the young man who works in my building-- TERRY Which one's your building? LAMBEAU Building two. Terry checks a list behind his [own] desk. Looks up. TERRY Well, if something was stolen, I should know about it. LAMBEAU No, no. Nothing like that. I just need his name. TERRY I can't give you his name unless you have a complaint. LAMBEAU Please, I'm a professor here and it's very important. TERRY Well, he didn't show up for work today... Terry takes a beat. Holding all the cards. TERRY (cont'd) Look, he got his job through his P.O. so you can call him. Terry goes through a stack of paper on his desk. Takes out a card and hands it to Lambeau. Lambeau looks blankly at the card which reads: "PAROLE EMPLOYMENT PROGRAM." INT. COURTROOM -- DAY Will stands before JUDGE MALONE (40) being arraigned. It is fairly unceremoniuous, the coutroom nearly empty, save Will and the PROSECUTOR. Lambeau walks in from the back. WILL There is a lengthy legal precedent, Your Honor, going back to 1789, whereby a defendent may claim self-defense against an agent of the government where the act is shown to be a defense against tyranny, a defense of liberty-- The Judge interrupts to address the prosecutor. JUDGE MALONE Mr. Simmons, Officer McNeely who signed the complaint isn't in my courtroom. Why is that? PROSECUTOR He's in the hospital with a broken knee, Your Honor. But I have depositions from the other officers. WILL Henry Ward Beecher proclaimed, in his Directory: media media -> Acronyms 3 Mission Context and Background 5 media -> Comemmoration of the bill for the abolition of the slave trade media -> Reflections on the 20 media -> Chapter eleven: the presidency media -> Ma history Module Information ‘American Foreign Relations’ Synopsis media -> Assumptions of Asian American Similarity: The Case of Filipino and Chinese American Students media -> Latin America and the Caribbean in the Age of Revolution media -> Cecelia Quinn Dissertation Research media -> United States History Assessments Ninth Grade Download 224.12 Kb. Share with your friends:
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