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EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARADE -- DAY

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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.

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As the camera rises, we find FOUR YOUNG MEN seated around a

table near the back of the bar.

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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
softspoken leader. On Will's right sits BILLY MCBRIDE, 22,
heavy, quiet, someone you definitely wouldn't want to tangle
with.

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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)

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ALL

What? Come on!

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CHUCKIE

Message

Yell !

(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

ALL SCRIPTS

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--

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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 Cadillac
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
cementdomed 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

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.
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Tech."
Prof. Lambeau holds up a thin publication entitled "M.I.T.
Tech." Everyone laughs.
LAMBEAU

Former winners include Nobel

Laureates, world renowned astrophysicists, Field's Medal winners
and lowly M.I.T. professors.
More laughs.
LAMBEAU

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

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

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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.

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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

hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students
gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red
approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he
the proof.

down the
have
sea as he
checks

Satisfied, he turns to the class.

LAMBEAU

This is correct? Who did this?

Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.
LAMBEAU

Nemesh?
Nemesh shakes his head in awe.
NEMESH

No way.

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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

(same tone)
Double Burger.
Chuckie gets out fries for himself, hands Will his fries.
MORGAN

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 sandwich?

CHUCKIE

What do you mean "your sandwich?" 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' sandwich on
layaway.
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

Oh motherfucker...
WILL

She didn't do it again did she?

CHUCKIE

Jesus Christ. Not even close.

MORGAN

Did she get my Double Burger?

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CHUCKIE
NO SHE DIDN'T GET YOUR DOUBLE BURGER!!
IT'S ALL FUCKIN' FLYIN' FISH FILET!!

Chuckie whips a FISH SANDWICH 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
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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

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Morgan's house for a complementary

fish sandwich.
The Police slam Will into the hood of a car.
WILL

(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

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

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,

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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

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

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

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

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

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:
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
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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

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'--

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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.

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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

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

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.

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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
precapitalist 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
inherited 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 plagiarize the whole
book for me?
Clark is stunned.
WILL

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

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.

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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

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

as Chuckie and Billy play bar basketball game where
players shoot miniature balls at a small basket. In
occasionally we hear Chuckie shouting "Larry!" When

amusement
the
the B.G.
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

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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

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.

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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

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and stands across from Clark, separated only by the glass.

He POUNDS THE GLASS to get Clark's attention.
WILL

Hey!
Clark turns toward Will.
WILL
DO YOU LIKE APPLES?

Clark doesn't get it.

WILL
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

Traveling 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
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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

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 unceremonious, the courtroom 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 defendant may claim selfdefense 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 Proverbs From Plymouth Pulpit
back in 1887, that "Every American
citizen is by birth, a sworn officer
of the state. Every man is a
policeman." As for the other officers,
even William Congrave said; "he that
first cries out 'stop thief' is 'oft
he that has stolen the treasure."
PROSECUTOR

Your Honor-Will cranks it up.

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WILL

(to Prosecutor)
I am afforded the right to speak in
my own defense by our constitution,
Sir. The same document which
guarantees my right to liberty.
"Liberty," in case you've forgotten,
is "the soul's right to breathe, and
when it cannot take a long breath
laws are girded too tight. Without
liberty, man is a syncope."
(beat, to Judge)
Ibid. Your Honor.
PROSECUTOR

Man is a what?
WILL

Julius Caesar proclaimed -- Though

he be wounded-- "Magna..."
The Judge interrupts.
JUDGE MALONE

Son,
(a beat)
My turn.
The Judge opens Will's CASE HISTORY.
JUDGE MALONE

(reading)
June, '93, assault, Sept. '93
assault... Grand theft auto February
'94.

A beat, the Judge takes particular notice.

JUDGE MALONE

Where, apparently, you defended

yourself and had the case thrown out
by citing "free property rights of
horse and carriage" from 1798...
Lambeau has to smile, impressed. The Judge shakes his head.
JUDGE MALONE

March, '94 public drunkenness, public

nudity, assault. 10/94 mayhem.
November '94, assault. Jan. '95
impersonating a police officer,
mayhem, theft, resisting -- overturned-The Judge takes a beat. Gives Will a look.
JUDGE MALONE

You're in my courtroom, now and I am

aware of your priors.
(beat)
I'm also aware that you're an orphan.
You've been through several foster
homes. The state removed you from
three because of serious physical
abuse.
The Judge holds a look to Will, who looks down.
JUDGE MALONE

Another Judge might care. You hit a

cop, you go in.
(beat)
Motion to dismiss denied.
The Bailiff goes to remove Will from the courtroom.
JUDGE MALONE

Keep workin' on your arguments, son.

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A word of advice for trial; speak

English.
As Will is removed from the courtroom, Lambeau approaches
Judge Malone who is stepping down from the bench.
LAMBEAU

Excuse me, your Honor.

(offers hand)
Gerald Lambeau.
An awkward beat. Lambeau waits for some sign of recognition.
LAMBEAU

I'm a professor at M.I.T.

(beat)
Combunatorial Mathematics.
The Judge offers only a blank look.
JUDGE MALONE

Oh. Pleased to meet you.

LAMBEAU

Do you have a minute?

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INT. MIDDLESEX COUNTY JAIL, HOLDING AREA -- SAME

A GUARD walks Will down a hallway toward a group of phones.

GUARD

One call, to an attorney.

(beat)
One.
The Guard gives Will a hard look for a beat. Then leaves.
WILL

How many?
Will picks up the phone, dials.
WILL

Hey, Skylar?
INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY
SKYLAR

Yeah?
WILL

It's Will, the really funny good

looking guy you met at the bar?
SKYLAR

I'm sorry, I don't recall meeting

anyone who fits that description.
WILL

Okay, you got me. It's the ugly,

obnoxious, toothless loser who got
drunk and wouldn't leave you alone
all night.
SKYLAR

Oh Will! I was wondering when you'd

call.
WILL

Yeah, I figured maybe sometime this

week we could go to a cafe and have
some caramels.
SKYLAR

Sounds good, where are you now?

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WILL

You aren't, by any chance, Pre-law?

Are you?
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INT. MIDDLESEX COUNTY JAIL, INTERROGATION ROOM -- LATER

Professor Lambeau sits, waiting. Will is brought in, shackled,

by the guard.
LAMBEAU

Hello. Gerald Lambeau, M.I.T.

WILL

Fuck do you want?

LAMBEAU

I've spoken with the judge and he's

agreed to release you under my
supervision.
WILL

(suspicious)
Really?
LAMBEAU

(beat)
Yes. Under two conditions.
WILL

What're those?
LAMBEAU

That you meet with me twice a week

(a beat)
and you meet with a therapist.
WILL

If I agree to this, I walk right

now?
LAMBEAU

That's right.
WILL

I'll do the work. I'm not going to

meet with a therapist.
LAMBEAU

Now, it won't be as bad as it sounds,

Will.
(beat)
I've already spoken to one therapist,
his name is Henry Lipkin and he's a
friend of mine. He's also published
four books and is widely considered
to be one of the brightest men in
his field.
(beat)
I'm sure it'll be better than spending
the next six months in jail.
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INT. FUNLAND -- DAY

Will and Chuckie walk up to an enclosed trampoline. Billy

and Morgan prefer to use it for their own version of
"Wrestlemania."
As Will and Chuckie approach, Billy is on top of a bloodied
Morgan and has him in the "Cobra Clutch." Will and Chuckie
watch for a beat. Billy tightens his grip.
BILLY

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Submit, bitch! Submit! Submit!

MORGAN

(being strangled)
Suck my cock!
BILLY

Oh, Morgan!
Chuckie turns to Will, conspiratorially as they wait for the
fight to finish.
CHUCKIE

What'd you get? You get leniency?

WILL

Probation, counselin', few days a

week.
CHUCKIE

You're fuckin' good.

Will smiles.
CHUCKIE

Just submit, Morgan. He's got you in

the Cobra Clutch.
MORGAN

(to Chuckie)
Fuck your mother too!
INT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Will sits alone in his one room apartment, reading. A closer

look reveals he is reading a self-help PSYCHOLOGY BOOK. Will
is flipping through the book at about a page per second. He
shakes his head and smiles. Upon finishing the book, he throws
it in a nearby WASTEBASKET. Push in on the back of the book
where a SMILING PSYCHOLOGIST is pictured.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS

Will sits in a well decorated Psychologist's Office. Across

from Will sits the same PSYCHOLOGIST, HENRY LIPKIN (40),
from the book. They are in mid-session.
WILL

That's why I love stock-car racin'.

That Dale Ernhart's real good.
PSYCHOLOGIST

Now you know Will, and I know, what

you need to be doing. You have a
gift.
WILL

I could work the pit maybe, but I

could never drive like Dale Ernhart-PSYCHOLOGIST

You have a quality -- something you

were born with, that you have no
control over -- and you are, in a
sense, hiding that by becoming a
janitor. And I'm not saying that's
wrong. I'm friends with the janitor
that works in my building. He's
been to my house for dinner. As a
matter of fact I did some free
consultation for "Mike" -- that's
not his real name. That's in my book.
WILL

Yeah, I read your book. "Mike" had

the same problems as "Chad" the
stockbroker.

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PSYCHOLOGIST

Yes. The pressures you feel, and

again, I am neither labeling nor
judging them, are keeping you from
fulfilling your potential -- you're
in a rut. So stop the Tom Foolery -the Shenanigan's, Will.
WILL

You're right. I know.

PSYCHOLOGIST

Will, your not getting off that easy.

WILL

No, but, I mean you know... I do

other things. That no one knows about.
PSYCHOLOGIST

Like what, Will?

WILL

I go places, I interact.
PSYCHOLOGIST

What places?
WILL

Certain, clubs.
(beat)
Like, Paradise. It's not bad.
Will gives the Psychologist a furtive look.
WILL

It's just that feeling when you can

take your shirt off and really dance.
(beat)
When the music owns you. Do you
understand?
PSYCHOLOGIST

I might understand that.

WILL

Do you find it hard to hide the fact

that you're gay?
PSYCHOLOGIST

What?
WILL

C'mon, I read your book. I talked to

you. It's just something I know to
be true.
PSYCHOLOGIST

That's very presumptuous.

WILL

Buddy, two seconds ago you were ready

to give me a jump.
PSYCHOLOGIST

(a little laugh)
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I'm married and I have two
children.
WILL

I'm sure you do. You probably got a

real nice house, nice car -- your
book's a best seller.
PSYCHOLOGIST

You're getting defensive, Will.

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WILL

Look, man. I don't care if you're

putting from the rough. There are
solid arguments that some of the
greatest people in history were gay;
Alexander the Great, Caesar,
Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Napoleon,
Gertrude Stein, not to mention Danny
Terrio, not many straight men can
dance like that.
PSYCHOLOGIST

Who is "Danny Terrio?"

WILL

If you wanna hit "Ramrod," take your

shot. Take some pride in it. You go
to church? So fuckin' what, God loves
you. I mean, Christ. A guy as well
known as you? By the time you put
your disguise on and skulk out of
the house Sunday nights you probably
look like "Inspector Clouseau."
The Psychologist calmly packs his things.
PSYCHOLOGIST

Well, I can see this is pointless...

WILL

You're getting defensive... Henry.

And hey, chief -- tell the wife, at
least. Christ, set her free.
The shrink gets up and walks out.
WILL

Fuckin' hypocrite...
INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

The Psychologist comes walking out, much to the surprise of

Lambeau and Tom who have been waiting in the lobby.
LAMBEAU

Henry?
The Psychologist keeps walking.
PSYCHOLOGIST

No. You know what, Gerry? This is

why I don't do pro-bono anymore.
It's not worth it to me.
LAMBEAU

What happened?
PSYCHOLOGIST

I don't have the time. I'm going on

national television this week.
LAMBEAU

Wait a minute, Henry...

He [Henry] is out the door. Lambeau looks to Tom.
CUT TO:
INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will is in Lambeau's office. Lambeau is at the board, working

on a diagram as Tom takes notes. Will seems disinterested.
LAMBEAU

This rectangle is subdivided into

rectangles. One edge of an inner
rectangle is an integer. Can you

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prove that one edge of the larger

rectangle is an integer?
WILL

Of course.
LAMBEAU

Okay. How?
WILL

It's an integer proof.

Lambeau smiles.
WILL

What? Hey, look buddy my time's almost

up. You want me to sit here for an
hour and write it out?
Lambeau says nothing. Will gets up and goes to the board.
WILL

Look, I'll give you the key steps to

it but I'm not gonna do the whole
thing.
Lambeau keeps smiling.
LAMBEAU

That would be a monumental waste of

time, wouldn't it, Will?
WILL

I think so.
LAMBEAU

I happen to know so.

Lambeau rises and goes to the board.
LAMBEAU

You're thinking too hard. What if I

did this?
He draws a vertical line through the diagram.
LAMBEAU

Now, what if I do this?

He draws a horizontal line through the diagram. He hands
Will the chalk.
LAMBEAU

Have you ever played checkers?

Will realizes what Lambeau is getting at. In a flash he starts
drawing lines through the diagram, energized.
WILL

You color-code it. Half-red, halfblack. If that's an integer-Lambeau steps in, writing with him [Will].
LAMBEAU

What's that?
WILL

Half-red, half-black-LAMBEAU

--that?-WILL

--Half-red, half-black-LAMBEAU

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--That edge!
WILL

An integer.
The two stop. They are silent for a moment. Like two
gunfighters after a duel, they put down the chalk.
LAMBEAU

(checks his watch)

It would appear we got that proof in
under the wire after all. It's not
how hard you look at things, young
man, it's the way you look at them.
If you take aim before you fire, you
will find the most difficult problems
become, quite literally, child's
play.
Will gets his coat.
LAMBEAU

Will, you've managed to offend four

of my colleagues so much that they
refused to come back. You're meeting
with the leading hypnotist in the
country next week and Tom and I plan
to sit in on the sessions, so I expect
you to behave appropriately.
CUT TO:
INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will sits in a chair across from Lambeau and the HYPNOTIST.

Lambeau's assistant, TOM (33) takes notes. The Hypnotist
makes small talk with Lambeau, who checks his watch.
LAMBEAU

Shall we start the, uh...

WILL

Yeah, when do I get my hypnosis? You

guys been talkin' for twenty minutes.
HYPNOTIST

Yes, Will. We'll get to that. But

first, why don't you go to sleep for
me.
He SNAPS HIS FINGERS and instantly Will's head goes BACK and
his EYES CLOSE. The Hypnotist gives Lambeau a look.
HYPNOTIST

Would you mind standing on one leg?

Will gets up and stands on one leg. Lambeau is impressed.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- LATER

Will is reclining, eyes closed, in a trance-like state. The

mood is more serious now.
HYPNOTIST

Okay, you're in your bed, Will. Now

how old are you?
WILL

Seven.
HYPNOTIST

And what do you see?

WILL

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Somethin's in my room.
HYPNOTIST

What is it?
WILL

It's like a small figure, hoverin'

over me. Gettin' closer.
Will flinches.
HYPNOTIST

You're in a safe place, Will.

WILL

It's touching me.

Lambeau makes a sound. The Hypnotist shushes him [Lambeau]
with his [Hypnotist's] finger. Tom returns to his note-taking.
HYPNOTIST

Where is it touching you?

WILL

Down there.
(indicating genitals)
And I'm nervous.
HYPNOTIST

You don't have to be nervous, Will.

Lambeau and the Therapist trade looks. This is working.
WILL

'Cause I'm not ready.

(calming)
But the figure tells me everything's
gonna be all right. 'Cause the
figure's a Libra too. And we start
dancin' and it's beautiful-Will breaks into song at full volume.
WILL
"SKY ROCKETS IN FLIGHT!"
LAMBEAU

(getting up)
Oh Jesus.
The Hypnotist gets up and starts heading towards the door.
Will is still singing from "Sky Rockets."
LAMBEAU

Wait a minute, Barry.

HYPNOTIST

I have better ways to spend my time.

He is gone. Will stops singing, laughs.
LAMBEAU

Oh, for God's sake, Will.

WILL

Oh, come on! You're not pinnin' this

one on me. He left, I wanted to talk
to him for another twenty minutes. I
was havin' fun.
LAMBEAU

I told you to cooperate with these

people.
WILL

C'mon, that guy was a fuckin' piece

of work.

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Will gets up and adopts a hypnotic persona in front of

Lambeau.
WILL

(spooky voice)
Look into my eyes. I don't need
therapy.
LAMBEAU

Get out, Will.

WILL

Okay... don't forget to get another

therapist for next week.
LAMBEAU

That's enough.
Will is out the door. Lambeau turns to Tom.
TOM

I called Mel Weintraub this morning,

to check for availability.
LAMBEAU

What's the point?

TOM

What do you want to do?

LAMBEAU

There is somebody...
TOM

Who is he?
LAMBEAU

He was my roommate in college.

INT. BUNKER HILL CAMPUS -- DAY

This is SEAN MAGUIRE'S "Dying and Bereavement" class.

Emblazoned on the door is "room 101." While the lecture hall
could hold sixty students, there are less than fifteen here
today.
Sean Maguire lectures to the class in a resigned tone. Tired
of teaching, tired of life, he finds himself resigned to the
tedium of teaching core classes to an indifferent student
body.
SEAN

Establishing trust is the most

important component in making
breakthroughs with a patient. Why?
A beat.
SEAN

Maureen?
MAUREEN'S only response is an empty stare.
SEAN

Keep up the good work, Maureen.

Vinnie?
VINNIE looks up.
VINNIE

Because trust is an important thing.

SEAN

Don't bullshit me, Vinnie. Didn't

your brother give you the notes?
Okay. If a patient doesn't trust you

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then they won't feel safe enough to

be honest with you -- then there's
no point to them being in therapy.
It's like saying -- "Fine, come here
and don't tell me a thing but go
home feeling like you're doing
something about your problems -- and
give me my fifty bucks before you
leave will ya'!"
He looks around the room for approval. No one is listening.
SEAN

If you don't help them trust you -then there's no way you'll ever get
them to sleep with you. And that
should be the goal of any good
therapist. Insecure women, you know...
nail 'em when they're vulnerable,
that's always been my motto.
The students look up, somewhat stunned.
SEAN

See, I got Vinnie's attention.

Laughter. Sean starts to resume his lecture, when he notices
LAMBEAU standing in the back of the room. There is an awkward
moment.
SEAN

Gerry.
LAMBEAU

Sean.
SEAN

(to class)
Well, it seems we're in the presence
of greatness. Professor Gerald Lambeau
is a Field's Medal winner.
Combunatorial Mathematics. 1986.
The students stare blankly.
LAMBEAU

Hello.
SEAN

The Field's Medal is the Nobel Prize

for math.
(beat)
But it's only given out every four
years.
A beat.
SEAN

Okay, that's all for today. Try and

get through Fernald by Monday.
The class starts to pack up and file out. Lambeau approaches
Sean who steps down from the lectern.
LAMBEAU

Good to see you.

SEAN

Good to see you.

LAMBEAU

Is there someplace we can talk?

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EXT. HARVARD SQUARE -- NIGHT

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Will and Skylar on their first date. They watch a street

MAGICIAN doing tricks with a rabbit. The guy's tricks are
pretty good, but his on-stage persona could use some work.
He is incessantly repeating the phrase "this is the rabbit,
the rabbit really does the tricks." Will gives Skylar a look
and they move on.
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INT. TOY STORE -- LATER

Will and Skylar walk into the small shop.

SKYLAR

I don't know, it was just kind of

the boring suburban thing. Private
school, Harvard, and now Med. School.
(Beat)
I actually figured out that at the
end of it, my brain will be worth a
quarter of a million dollars. I
shouldn't have told you that...
WILL

I bet your parents were happy to

pay.
SKYLAR

I was happy to pay. I inherited the

money.
WILL

Is Harvard gettin' all that money?

SKYLAR

Stanford. I'm leaving in June after

I graduate.
WILL

So you just want to use me and go?

SKYLAR

Well, I'm gonna experiment on you

for my anatomy class, then go.
WILL

In that case, fine.

(beat)
Want to see my magic trick?
SKYLAR

Sure.
Will, pulls out a bulging HANDFUL OF CARAMELS.
WILL

Now, I'm gonna make all these caramels

disappear.
SKYLAR

Okay...
Will goes into all manner of hocus-pocus theatrics. Then
shakes his hand wildly. The trick doesn't pan out and the
caramels go flying all over the store. Skylar laughs.
WILL

It works better when I have my rabbit.

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INT. LOCKOBER RESTAURANT -- NIGHT

Lambeau and Sean share a table at this exclusive restaurant.

Sean seems slightly out of place in his wrinkled sport coat.

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LAMBEAU

I didn't see you at the reunion.

SEAN

I've been busy.

LAMBEAU

You were missed.

(beat)
How long has it been since we've
seen each other?
SEAN

Since Nancy died.

LAMBEAU

I'm sorry, that damn conference-SEAN

I got your card.

INT. HARVARD SQ. DINER: "THE TASTY" -- NIGHT

A FRY COOK hands Will and Skylar a pair of CHEESEBURGERS.

SKYLAR

Have you ever seen Annie Hall?

WILL

No.
SKYLAR

Well, there's this part of the movie

that's about how there's always this
tension on a first date where both
people are thinking about what's
going to happen with the whole 'good
night kiss' thing.
Will smiles.
WILL

I really don't 'date' that much.

SKYLAR

(laughs)
You know what I mean. I know you've
at least thought about it.
WILL

No I haven't...
SKYLAR

Yes you have. You were thinking you

were gonna get a good night kiss.
WILL

(mock protest)
No I wasn't...
SKYLAR

Yes you were.

WILL

I was kinda' hopin' to get a "good

night laid" but... I'll take a kiss.
She laughs.
SKYLAR

Oh, you will?

WILL

No... I was hoping to get a kiss.

SKYLAR

Then why don't we just get it out of

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He looks at her.
WILL

Now?
Both of them have cheeseburger in their mouths.
SKYLAR

Yeah.
They kiss, mouths full of burger. It's nice. A beat.
SKYLAR

That had to be the worst good night

kiss...
Will laughs.
WILL

Hey, look lady, I'm just here for

the free food.
She smiles.
SKYLAR

Free?
WILL

Hey, I spent all my money on those

caramels.
She laughs.
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INT. LOCKOBER RESTAURANT -- SAME

Lambeau and Sean, having finished their meal. Lambeau has

been pitching Sean.
SEAN

I've been busy, Gerry. I got a full

schedule.
LAMBEAU

This kid's special, Sean. I've never

seen anything like him.
SEAN

Not much free time, Gerry.

LAMBEAU

Have you ever heard of a man named

Ramanujan?
Sean nods his head.
SEAN

Yeah.
LAMBEAU

He was alive over a hundred years

ago. He was Indian. Dots, not
feathers...
Sean finishes the joke. Lambeau chuckles.
LAMBEAU

So this Ramanujan lived in a tiny

hut in India. No formal education,
no access to other works. But he
came across an old math book and
from this basic text he was able to
extrapolate theories that had baffled
mathematicians for years.

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SEAN

And he mailed it to Hardy-LAMBEAU

That's right, Sean. He mailed it to

a professor at Cambridge who
immediately recognized the brilliance
in his work and brought Ramanujan to
England.
SEAN

Where he contracted pneumonia and

died at a young age-LAMBEAU

They worked together for the remainder

of their lives, producing some of
the most exciting math theory ever
done. Ramanujan's genius was
unparalleled, Sean. This boy is like
that. But he's very defensive and I
need someone who can get through to
him.
SEAN

Why me?
LAMBEAU

I need someone with your kind of

background.
SEAN

My kind of background?
LAMBEAU

You're from the same neighborhood.

South Boston.
SEAN

He's from Southie? How many people

did you try before you came to me?
LAMBEAU

(looks squarely at
Sean)
Five.
Sean gives a slight, knowing smile.
SEAN

Who? Barry, Henry, Rick...

Lambeau nods.
SEAN

Not Rick? You didn't send him to

Rick?
LAMBEAU

Just meet with the boy once a week.

SEAN

Can we do it at my office?
LAMBEAU

That would be fine.

The waiter comes with the CHECK. Each man reaches for it.
LAMBEAU

Sean, please.
SEAN

I got it.
LAMBEAU

It's on the college.

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Sean relents.
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EXT. BUNKER HILL CAMPUS -- MORNING

Establishing shot of the red-brick campus. Planes land at

nearby Logan airport. Will walks up the steps.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Sean's office is comfortable. Books are stacked against the

wall. There is a PAINTING on the wall behind Sean. Sean is
seated behind a desk. Lambeau sits in a chair in the back of
the room, next to Tom. A long beat passes, they wait.
LAMBEAU

Any vulnerability he senses, he'll

exploit.
SEAN

I'll be okay.
LAMBEAU

It's a poker game with this young

man. Don't let him see what you've
got.
Sean nods. Will walks in. Everyone stands to greet Will.
LAMBEAU

Hello, Will. Any trouble finding the

place?
WILL

No.
LAMBEAU

Will, this is Sean Maguire. Sean,

Will Hunting.
Sean and Will nod. An awkward moment as the four men stand.
LAMBEAU

Well, let's get started.

WILL

Yeah, let's let the healing begin.

Lambeau is slightly embarrassed. Sean smiles at Will's joke.
SEAN

Would you excuse us?

LAMBEAU

Tom.
SEAN

You too, Gerry.

Lambeau looks at Sean, surprised. Sean's stare is unwavering.
After an awkward moment, Lambeau goes, leaving Sean and Will
alone. Will doesn't look at Sean for more than a second. He
seems more interested in the room. There is a long silence
as Sean watches Will.
SEAN

Hello, Will. I'm Sean Maguire.

A smile crosses Will's face as he walks to his chair and
sits.
He lights a cigarette. Sean continues to watch him. Finally-

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Where are you from in Southie?

WILL

Did you buy all these books retail,

or do you send away for like a "shrink
kit" that comes with all these volumes
included?
SEAN

Have you read all these books, Will?

WILL

Probably not.
SEAN

(indicating a shelf)
How about the ones on that shelf?
Will's eyes flicker up to the shelf for an instant.
WILL

Yeah, I read those.

SEAN

What did you think?

WILL

I'm not here for a fuckin' book

report. They're your books, why
don't you read 'em?
SEAN

I did.
WILL

That must have taken you a long time.

SEAN

Yeah, it did take me a long time.

Sean says this with pride. His determined stare and confident
manner catch Will a bit off guard. Will rises from his chair
and goes to the shelf.
WILL

(looking at book)
"A History of the United States,
Volume I." If you want to read a
real history book, read Howard Zinn's
"A People's History of the United
States." That book will knock you on
your ass.
SEAN

How about Noam Chomsky's

"Manufacturing Consent?"
WILL

You people baffle me. You spend all

this money on beautiful, fancy books-and they're the wrong fuckin' books.
SEAN

You think so?

WILL

Whatever blows your hair back.

Will returns to his chair. Pause.
SEAN

(indicating cigarette)
Guy your age shouldn't smoke so much.
Stunt your growth.
WILL

You're right. It really gets in the

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way of my jazzercizing.
Sean does not seem at all affected by Will's attitude. He
remains behind the big desk with almost half a smile on his
face. Will is aware of Sean's confidence.
WILL

Do you lift?
SEAN

Yes, I do.
WILL

Nautilus?
SEAN

Free weights.
WILL

Oh yeah? Me too. What do you bench?

SEAN
285.
WILL

Oh.
Will gets up again and moves around his chair to Sean's
painting. It is a picture of an old sailboat in a tremendous
storm -- by no means a masterpiece. Will studies it.
WILL

You paint this?

SEAN

Yeah. Do you paint?

WILL

No.
SEAN

Crayons?
WILL

This is a real piece of shit.

SEAN

Tell me what you really think.

WILL

Poor color composition, lousy use of

space. But that shit doesn't really
concern me.
SEAN

What does?
WILL

The color here, see how dark it is?

It's interesting.
SEAN

What is?
WILL

I think you're one step away from

cutting your ear off.
SEAN

Oh, "Starry Night" time, huh?

WILL

You ever heard the saying, "any port

in a storm?"
SEAN

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--Well, maybe that means you.

SEAN

Maybe what mea-WILL

Maybe you were in the middle of a

storm, a big fuckin' storm -- the
waves were crashing over the bow,
the Goddamned mast was about to snap,
and you were crying for the harbor.
So you did what you had to do, to
get out. Maybe you became a
psychologist.
SEAN

Maybe you should be a patient and

sit down.
WILL

Maybe you married the wrong woman.

SEAN

Watch your mouth.

WILL

That's it isn't it? You married the

wrong woman. She leave you? Was she
bangin' someone else?
Sean is walking slowly towards Will.
WILL

How are the seas now, D-In a flash, Sean has Will by the throat. Will is helpless.
SEAN

If you ever disrespect my wife

again... I will end you.
WILL

Time's up.
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INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

Will walks out of Sean's office past Lambeau and Tom who are
sitting in the hallway.
WILL

At ease, gentlemen.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Sean stands behind his desk in his office, still very much
on edge. Lambeau walks in.
LAMBEAU

Five minutes, Sean. Are you okay?

A pause, Sean is staring at his painting.
LAMBEAU

I'll understand if you don't want to

meet with him again.
SEAN

Thursday, four o'clock. Make sure

the kid is here.
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EXT. WONDERLAND RACETRACK -- DAY

Will and Skylar sit in the stands watching the dogs run.
They ad lib teasing one another about England, Ireland, and
America.
SKYLAR

You grew up around here?

WILL

Not far from here, South Boston.

SKYLAR

How was that?

WILL

Pretty boring, I guess.

She smiles.
SKYLAR

I bet you have a great family.

WILL

You know, nothing special.

SKYLAR

You have a lot of brothers and

sisters?
WILL

Do I have a lot of brothers and

sisters?
SKYLAR

Yeah.
WILL

Well, Irish Catholic. What do you

think?
SKYLAR

How many?
WILL

You wouldn't believe me if I told

you.
SKYLAR

What, five?
Will shakes his head.
SKYLAR

Seven?
Will shakes his head. Smiles.
SKYLAR

Come on.
WILL

I have twelve big brothers.

SKYLAR

Not a chance.
WILL

Yup, you're lookin' at lucky thirteen.

SKYLAR

Bullshit.
WILL

I swear to God.
SKYLAR

Your house must have been a zoo.

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It was great. There was always someone

to play with, give you advice.
SKYLAR

Do you know all their names?

WILL

'Course I do, they're my brothers.

SKYLAR

Well...
WILL

Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey,

Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby,
Johnny, and Brian.
SKYLAR

(laughing)
Do you keep in touch with them?
WILL

All the time. We all live in Southie.

I live with three of them now.
Skylar smiles.
SKYLAR

I want to meet them.

WILL

We'll do that.
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INT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

As we pan across Sean's small apartment, we find it strewn

with dirty clothes and the sink full of dishes. Although, if
it weren't for the clutter, the place would feel pretty bare.
A framed SPORTS ILLUSTRATED cover featuring a screaming Larry
Bird and entitled "CELTIC PRIDE" hangs on the wall. Sean
sits at the table next to another nearly empty bottle of
BUSHMILL'S IRISH WHISKEY. He is deep in thought.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will strolls into the office. Sean is waiting there behind

his desk. He seems different. More calm. Will and Sean stare
at each other for a long moment.
WILL

You again. How the paintin' coming?

Sean stands up.
SEAN

Come with me.

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EXT. BOSTON COMMON -- MINUTES LATER

Sean and Will sit in the bleachers at the mostly empty park.
They look out over a small pond, in which a group of
schoolchildren on a field trip ride the famous Swan Boats.
WILL

So what's with this place? You have

a swan fetish? Is this something
you'd like to talk about?
SEAN
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I was thinking about what you said

to me the other day, about my
painting. I stayed up half the night
thinking about it and then something
occurred to me and I fell into a
deep peaceful sleep and haven't
thought about you since. You know
what occurred to me?
WILL

No.
SEAN

You're just a boy. You don't have

the faintest idea what you're talking
about.
WILL

Why thank you.

SEAN

You've never been out of Boston.

WILL

No.
SEAN

So if I asked you about art you could

give me the skinny on every art book
ever written... Michelangelo? You
know a lot about him I bet. Life's
work, criticisms, political
aspirations. But you couldn't tell
me what it smells like in the Sistine
Chapel. You've never stood there and
looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
And if I asked you about women I'm
sure you could give me a syllabus of
your personal favorites, and maybe
you've been laid a few times too.
But you couldn't tell me how it feels
to wake up next to a woman and be
truly happy. If I asked you about
war you could refer me to a bevy of
fictional and non-fictional material,
but you've never been in one. You've
never held your best friend's head
in your lap and watched him draw his
last breath, looking to you for help.
And if I asked you about love I'd
get a sonnet, but you've never looked
at a woman and been truly vulnerable.
Known that someone could kill you
with a look. That someone could rescue
you from grief. That God had put an
angel on Earth just for you. And
you wouldn't know how it felt to be
her angel. To have the love be there
for her forever. Through anything,
through cancer. You wouldn't know
about sleeping sitting up in a
hospital room for two months holding
her hand and not leaving because the
doctors could see in your eyes that
the term "visiting hours" didn't
apply to you. And you wouldn't know
about real loss, because that only
occurs when you lose something you
love more than yourself, and you've
never dared to love anything that
much. I look at you and I don't see
an intelligent confident man, I don't
see a peer, and I don't see my equal.
I see a boy. Nobody could possibly
understand you, right Will? Yet you
presume to know so much about me
because of a painting you saw. You
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must know everything about me. You're

an orphan, right?
Will nods quietly.
SEAN

Do you think I would presume to know

the first thing about who you are
because I read "Oliver Twist?" And I
don't buy the argument that you don't
want to be here, because I think you
like all the attention you're getting.
Personally, I don't care. There's
nothing you can tell me that I can't
read somewhere else. Unless we talk
about your life. But you won't do
that. Maybe you're afraid of what
you might say.
Sean stands,
SEAN

It's up to you.
And walks away.
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INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY

Will and Chuckie doing demo at the site. They throw

cinderblocks out a window into a pile. They are filthy.
CUT TO:
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON STREET -- NIGHT

Rain pounds South Boston. Chuckie sits with the Cadillac

fiddling, humming to the radio. Morgan and Billy sit in the
back, sharing a case of beer. Will is at a pay phone.
INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT
SKYLAR

Hello?
Will hangs up and runs back to the car, soaked.
CHUCKIE

Who'd you call?

WILL

No one. I didn't have the number.

MORGAN

What are you, retarded? You went all

the way out there in the rain and
you didn't have the number?
WILL

No, it was your mother's 900 number.

I just ran out of quarters.
Laughter. Chuckie pulls away from the curb.
MORGAN

Why don't we get off mothers, I just

got off yours.
There is a long moment of silence in response to Morgan's
attempt at levity. Then laughter.
BILLY

You're a pretty funny guy. Here,

have a nickel.
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MORGAN

Keep fuckin' with me. Watch what

happens.
BILLY

All right, then.

MORGAN

Watch what happens.

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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will sits across from Sean completely silent and takes out a
pack of cigarettes.
SEAN

No smoking.
Will puts the cigarettes away. Sean stares at Will and
occasionally at the clock. Sean continues to check the clock
on the wall. It is the only clock in the room and it is BEHIND
Will. Their hour is almost up.
CLOSE ON: WILL'S EYES INTERCUT WITH THE CLOCK.

He is counting seconds. As the second hand crosses the twelve,

Will stands up and walks out, leaving Sean alone.
INT. HALLWAY -- LATER

Lambeau and Sean walk down the hallway after the session.
LAMBEAU

What do you mean "he didn't talk?"

You sat there for an hour?
SEAN

No, he just sat there and counted

the seconds until the session was
over. It was pretty impressive,
actually.
LAMBEAU

Why would he do that?

SEAN

To show me he doesn't have to talk

to me if he doesn't want to.
LAMBEAU

Oh, what is this? Some kind of staring

contest between two kids from the
"old neighborhood?"
SEAN

I won't talk first.

EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- EVENING

Chuckie drops Will off at his apartment, watches him [Will]

walk up the steps.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- MORNING

Chuckie pulls up to the curb and walks up the steps to Will's

front door. After a beat, Will emerges. They get back in
[the car].
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EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY

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INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE, SOUTH BOSTON -- NIGHT

The bar is a bit more crowded than usual. Will and Chuckie
walk back to their table, carrying beers. They pass a table
of GIRLS, local regulars getting just as bombed as the guys.
These girls are a little overdone. Too much make-up, too
much hairspray, and too much body for such tight outfits.
One of the girls, KRYSTYN, smiles at Will who seems subdued.
KRYSTYN

Hi, Will.
WILL

How you doin', Krystyn.

They pass the table of girls. Chuckie looks at one, ruefully.
CHUCKIE

I didn't get on Cathy last night.

WILL

Why not?
CHUCKIE

I don't know.
Chuckie turns back to one of the girls, calling out:
CHUCKIE

Cathy! Why didn't you give me none

of your twat last night?
A girl at the table, CATHY, holds up her PINKY FINGER and
smiles -- revealing a mouthful of MISSING TEETH.
CATHY

Fuck you and your Irish curse,

Chuckie!
CHUCKIE

She's missin' teeth, Will.

Will nods, not really into it tonight.
CHUCKIE

Plus, it's like, five to two Morgan

ends up marryin' her. There's only
so many times you can bang your
friend's future wife...
They get to the table. Will's heart just isn't in it.
WILL

I'm takin' off.

ALL

We're goin' late night.

WILL

I'm tired.
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INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will and Lambeau work together at the board. They communicate

non-verbally as they collaborate on a problem. After a
particularly amusing series of numbers, they share a look
and laugh.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

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casually reclines in his chair, disinterested. Will restlessly

looks around the room and then back to Sean. An odd half
smile crosses Sean's face. After a moment:
WILL

You know, I was on this plane once.

And I'm sittin' there and the captain
comes on and is like "we'll be
cruising at 35,000 feet," and does
his thing, then he puts the mike
down but forgets to turn it off.
Then he says "man, all I want right
now is a blow-job and a cup of
coffee." So the stewardess goes
runnin' up towards the cock-pit to
tell him the mike's still on, and
this guy in the back of the plane
goes "don't forget the coffee!"
SEAN

(smiles)
You've never been on a plane.
WILL

I know, but the joke's better if I

tell it in the first person.
A beat.
WILL

I have been laid you know.

Sean smiles.
SEAN

Yeah? You got a lady now?

WILL

Yeah, I went on a date last week.

SEAN

How'd it go?
WILL

Fine.
SEAN

Well, are you going out again?

WILL

I don't know.
SEAN

Why not?
WILL

Haven't called her.

SEAN

Jesus Christ, you are an amateur.

WILL

I know what I'm doing. She's different

from the other girls I met. We have
a really good time. She's smart,
beautiful, fun...
SEAN

So Christ, call her up.

WILL

Why? So I can realize she's not so

smart. That she's boring. You don't
get it. Right now she's perfect, I
don't want to ruin that.
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And right now you're perfect too.

Maybe you don't want to ruin that.
Will says nothing.
SEAN

Well, I think that's a great

philosophy Will, that way you can go
through your entire life without
ever having to really know anybody.
Sean looks directly at Will, who looks away. A beat.
SEAN

My wife used to turn the alarm clock

off in her sleep. I was late for
work all the time because in the
middle of the night she'd roll over
and turn the damn thing off.
Eventually I got a second clock and
put it under my side of the bed, but
it got to where she was gettin' to
that one too. She was afraid of the
dark, so the closet light was on all
night. Thing kept me up half the
night. Eventually I'd fall asleep,
out of sheer exhaustion and not wake
up when I was supposed to cause she'd
have already gotten to my alarms.
Will smiles, Sean takes a beat.
SEAN

My wife's been dead two years, Will.

And when I think about her, those
are the things I think about most.
Little idiosyncrasies that only I
knew about. Those made her my wife.
And she had the goods on me too.
Little things I do out of habit.
People call these things imperfections
Will. It's just who we are. And we
get to choose who we're going to let
into out weird little worlds. You're
not perfect. And let me save you the
suspense, this girl you met isn't
either. The question is, whether or
not you're perfect for each other.
You can know everything in the world,
but the only way you're findin' that
one out is by giving it a shot. You
sure won't get the answer from an
old fucker like me. And even if I
did know, I wouldn't tell you.
Will smiles. A beat.
WILL

Why not? You told me every other

fuckin' thing. You talk more than
any shrink I ever met.
Sean laughs.
SEAN

I teach this shit, I didn't say I

knew how to do it.
WILL

You ever think about gettin'

remarried?
SEAN

My wife's dead.
WILL

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SEAN

My wife's dead.
WILL

Well I think that's a wonderful

philosophy, Sean. That way you can
go through the rest of your life
without having to really know anyone.
A beat. Sean smiles.
SEAN

Time's up.
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EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- AFTERNOON

Will is waiting outside the door for someone to come out -so he can go in.
INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- AFTERNOON

The door to Skylar's dorm is partially open. Will stands

outside while Skylar remains on the threshold.
SKYLAR

Where have you been?

WILL

I'm sorry, I been real busy.

SKYLAR

You were busy? You know, I really

was waiting for you to call me.
WILL

Sorry. I'm sorry. Give me another

crack at it. Let me take you out.
SKYLAR

You should have called. I have an "Ochem" lab due tomorrow and it's
impossible.
(beat)
It's not an excuse dummy. I want to
go out with you. But look:
She holds up her Lab. Will glances at it.
SKYLAR

Tomorrow?
WILL

Promise?
SKYLAR

If you bring the caramels.

Will smiles.
CUT TO:
EXT. HARVARD SQUARE -- LATER

Will sits in an outdoor cafe, thinking. After a beat, he

leans over to two students working at a nearby table, borrows
a pen and paper and starts writing.
CUT TO:
EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY

Will is a solitary figure strolling across the lawn. He stops

at Skylar's dorm and knocks on the door.
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She emerges. He hands her the paper he was working on. It is

her O-chem lab.
WILL

I couldn't wait till tomorrow.

SKYLAR

How the hell did you do that?

WILL

Didn't your mother ever tell you not

to look a gift horse in the mouth?
SKYLAR

I'm supposed to understand this.

WILL

You're not going into surgery tomorrow

are you?
SKYLAR

No.
WILL

Then let's go have some fun.

With a smile, she relents.
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Sean and Will in session.

SEAN

Really? How'd the date go?

WILL

Do you still counsel veterans?

(beat)
I read your book last night.
SEAN

No, I don't.
WILL

Why not?
SEAN

I gave that up when my wife got sick.

WILL

Is that why you didn't write anything

else?
SEAN

(smiles)
I didn't write anything else 'cause
nobody, including most of my
colleagues bothered to read the first
one.
WILL

Well, I've read you colleagues. Your

book was good, Sean.
(beat)
All those guys were in your platoon?
SEAN

Yeah.
WILL

What happened to that guy from

Kentucky?
SEAN

Lon? He got married. He has a kid. I

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kind of lost touch with him after

Nancy got sick.
WILL

Do you ever wonder what your life

would be like if you never met your
wife?
SEAN

What? Do I wonder if I'd be better

off if I never met my wife?
Will starts to clarify his question.
SEAN

No, that's okay. It's an important

question. 'Cause you'll have your
bad times, which wake you up to the
good stuff you weren't paying
attention to. And you can fail, as
long as you're trying hard. But
there's nothing worse than regret.
WILL

You don't regret meetin' your wife?

SEAN

Why? Because of the pain I feel now?

I have regrets Will, but I don't
regret a singel day I spent with
her.
WILL

When did you know she was the one?

SEAN

October 21, 1975. Game six of the

World Series. Biggest game in Red
Sox history, Me and my friends slept
out on the sidewalk all night to get
tickets. We were sitting in a bar
waiting for the game to start and in
walks this girl. What a game that
was. Tie game in the bottom of the
tenth inning, in steps Carlton Fisk,
hit a long fly ball down the left
field line. Thirty-five thousand
fans on their feet, screamin' at the
ball to stay fair. Fisk is runnin'
up the baseline, wavin' at the ball
like a madman. It hits the foul pole,
home run. Thirty-five thousand people
went crazy. And I wasn't one of them.
WILL

Where were you?

SEAN

I was havin' a drink with my future

wife.
WILL

You missed Pudge Fisk's homerun to

have a drink with a woman you had
never met?
SEAN

That's right.
WILL

So wait a minute. The Red Sox haven't

won a World Series since nineteen
eighteen, you slept out for tickets,
games gonna start in twenty minutes,
in walks a girl you never seen before,
and you give your ticket away?

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SEAN

You should have seen this girl. She

lit up the room.
WILL

I don't care if Helen of Troy walked

into that bar! That's game six of
the World Series!
Sean smiles.
WILL

And what kind of friends are these?

They let you get away with that?
SEAN

I just slid my ticket across the

table and said "sorry fellas, I gotta
go see about a girl."
WILL

"I gotta go see about a girl"? What

did they say?
SEAN

They could see that I meant it.

WILL

You're kiddin' me.

SEAN

No Will, I'm not kiddin' you. If I

had gone to see that game I'd be in
here talkin' abouta girl I saw at a
bar twenty years ago. And how I always
regretted not goin' over there and
talkin' to her. I don't regret the
eighteen years we were married. I
don't regret givin' up counseling
for six years when she got sick. I
don't regret being by her side for
the last two years when things got
real bad. And I sure as Hell don't
regret missing that damn game.
A beat. Will is impressed.
WILL

Would have been nice to catch that

game though.
SEAN

(breaking)
Well hell, I didn't know Pudge was
gonna hit the home run.
They laugh.
TIME DISSOLVE TO:
INT LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

The office is more crowded than usual. TOM and THREE of

LAMBEAU'S COLLEAGUES including the esteemed ALEXANDER PEKEC
are in the room. Will sits at a work-station which projects
a proof of his [Will's] onto the chalkboard. Lambeau stands
beside the projected image at the board arguing with Pekec,
a foreign mathematician. The image is of a Ramses graph binary
tree.
LAMBEAU

Alexander, I know your theory. The

boy is updating, he's strategy
stealing...
PEKEC

With a Ramses graph on the binary

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tree-LAMBEAU

--But what he's doing, he's attaching

an edge to the adjacent vertex. He
can always failsafe to either side-PEKEC

Maker can. This is not new, Gerry!

Pekec starts writing lines beside Will's proof on the board.
PEKEC

But I can always garbage out

(writes frantically)
All the way to "N" to the minus one.
LAMBEAU

No, there's a limit.

PEKEC

The limit is not found!

(turns to Will)
The limit is not found.
WILL

But I can always go to the other

side.
PEKEC

There is no proof-Lambeau can no longer contain himself.

LAMBEAU

Maker builds "K" to the "N." N is

three to the K times-PEKEC

--But-WILL

Look, I wrote it down.

They turn to Will who places his proof on the projector. The
image is cast over their faces. It reads:
As Pekec reads and the realization dawns on him:
WILL

It's just simpler this way.

Lambeau turns with satisfaction to an understanding Pekec.
LAMBEAU

Alexander, your theory is changed.

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INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT

Will and Skylar in her room, post coital. They are wrapped
in a sheet. Will is absent-mindedly playing the memory game
SIMON.

The pattern grows increasingly complex. After a beat:

SKYLAR

Why do we always stay here?

WILL

'Cause it's nicer than my place.

SKYLAR

I've never seen your place.

WILL

Exactly.
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What about your friends? Or your

brothers? When do I get to meet them?
WILL

They don't come over here that much.

SKYLAR

I think I can make it to South Boston.

WILL

Aah, it's kind of a hike.

SKYLAR

Is it me you're hiding from them or

the other way around?
WILL

All right, all right. We'll go.

SKYLAR

When?
WILL

Sometime. I don't know. Next week.

SKYLAR

What if I said I wouldn't sleep with

you again until you let me meet your
friends?
WILL

I'd say...
(reaches for phone)
It's only four in the mornin', they're
prob'ly up.
She laughs. Stops him.
SKYLAR

You men are shameful. If you're not

thinking of your wiener then you're
acting on its behalf.
WILL

Then on behalf of my wiener, I'd

like to ask for an advance.
CUT TO:
INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- LATER

Skylar and Will sit together along with Will's gang. The
boys are considerably drunk, but it makes for good
entertainment.
Everyone here is having fun including Sylar.
MORGAN

Will, I can't believe you brought

Skylar here when we're all wrecked.
What's she gonna think about us?
WILL

Yeah, Morgan. It's a real rarity

that we'd be out drinkin'.
BILLY

I've been shit faced for like two

weeks.
MORGAN

Oh great, tell her that! Now she

really thinks we're problem drinkers!
CHUCKIE

Two weeks? That's nothin'. My Uncle

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Marty? Will knows him. That guy

fuckin' drinks like you've never
seen! One night he was drivin' back
to his house on I-93 -- Statie pulls
him over.
ALL

Oh shit.
CHUCKIE

Guy's tryin' to walk the line -- but

he can't even fuckin' stand up, and
so my uncle's gonna spend a night in
jail. Just then there's this fuckin'
BOOM like fifty yards down the road.
Some guy's car hit a tree.
MORGAN

Some other guy?

CHUCKIE

Yeah, he was probably drunker than

my Uncle, who fuckin' knows? So the
cop goes "Stay here" And he goes
runnin' down the highway to deal
with the other crash. So, my Uncle
Marty's standin' on the side of the
road for a little while, and he's so
fuckin' lit, that he forgets what
he's waitin' for. So he goes, "Fuck
it." He gets in his car and drives
home.
MORGAN

Holy shit.
CHUCKIE

So in the morning, there's a knock

on the door it's the Statie. So my
Uncle's like, "Is there a problem?"
And the Statie's like "I pulled you
over and you took off." And my
Uncle's like "I never seen you before
in my life, I been home all night
with my kids." And Statie's like
"Let me get in your garage!" So he's
like "All right, fine." He takes
around the garage and opens the door -and the Statie's cruiser is in my
Uncle's garage.
ALL

No way! You're kiddin'!

CHUCKIE

No, he was so hammered that he drove

the police cruiser home. Fuckin'
lights and everything!
MORGAN

Did your Uncle get arrested?

CHUCKIE

The fuckin' Trooper was so embarrassed

he didn't do anything. The fuckin'
guy had been drivin' around in my
Uncle's car all night lookin' for
the house.
Everyone is laughing. Skylar speaks above the din.
SKYLAR

There was this Irish guy, walking

down the beach one day.
She has everyone's attention. Will is nervous.

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SKYLAR

And he comes across a bottle, and

this Genie pops out. The genie turns
to the Irishman and says -- "You've
released me from my prison, so I'll
grant you three wishes." The Irish
guy thinks for a minute and says
"What I really want is a pint of
Guiness that never empties." And -POOF! A bottle appears. He slams it
down, and -- lo and behold -- it
fills back up again.
C/U of Will. Hoping the joke pans out.
SKYLAR

Well, the Irish guy can't believe

it. He drinks it again, and again -BOOM! It fills back up. So, while
the Irish guy is marveling at his
good fortune, The Genie is getting
impatient, because it's hot and he
wants to get on with his freedom. He
says "Let's go, you have two more
wishes." The Irish guy slams his
drink again, it fills back up, he's
still amazed. The Genie can't take
it anymore. He says "Buddy, I'm
boiling out here. What are your other
two wishes?"
(beat)
The Irish guy looks at his drink,
looks at the Genie and says... "I
guess I'll have two more of these."
The gang erupts with laughter.
CHUCKIE

It's a good thing no one's Irish

here.
MORGAN

I'm Irish.
Chuckie, Will look at Morgan, baffled.
EXT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- LATER

Everyone is walking out, saying good-bye. Chuckie goes over

to Will and Skylar.
CHUCKIE

I'm glad you came by, changed my

opinion of Harvard people.
SKYLAR

See ya' Chuckie. I had fun.

Chuckie heads towards Will to say goodnight.
WILL

I don't know what the fuck you're

doin'. You're givin' us a ride.
CHUCKIE

What do I look like, Al Cowlins?

(seriously)
You want to take my car, drop her
off?
WILL

I was countin' on it.

MORGAN

Chuck, let's go.

CHUCKIE

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You're walkin' bitch, Will's takin'

the car.
Morgan mumbles something and staggers off. Billy follows
with an indifferent shrug.
WILL

Thanks, Chuck.
CHUCKIE

Don't get too slap-happy, you're

takin' me home first.
WILL

I don't know, Chuck. It's kinda outta

the way.
CHUCKIE

Just 'cause you don't have to sleep

in the one room palace, don't start
thinkin' you're bad.
SKYLAR

(to Will)
I thought you said you'd show me
your place.
WILL

Not tonight.
CHUCKIE

Yeah, not tonight. Not any other

night.
He knows, once you see that shit-hole he's gettin' dropped
like a bad habit.
SKYLAR

I wanted to meet your brothers...

Chuckie gives Will a curious look.
WILL

They're all sleepin' now.

(a beat, to Chuckie)
Let me get those keys.
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INT. FACULTY CLUB -- NIGHT

A cocktail party is underway. Professors mingle with

representatives from high tech companies. Lambeau stands
holding a drink and surrounded by several RECRUITERS.
Apparently he's the star of the show.
RECRUITER #1

What I want to know, Gerry, is when

we get to meet this wonder-boy.
LAMBEAU

We're still working together, the

boy's a little rough.
RECRUITER #2

We've got our share of eccentric

geniuses at Tri-tech. We know how to
deal with that.
RECRUITER #3

I think we all do.

Laughter.
RECRUITER #1

If you're not exaggerating, Gerry--

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LAMBEAU

Was I exaggerating in nineteen eightyfour when I told you I'd win the
Field's medal within two years?
More laughter.
RECRUITER #1

In that case the boy could run

shipping for us, routing-RECRUITER #2

You say he doesn't have a diploma,

but we'll
RECRUITER #1

I don't need to see a driver's

license. I can think of three
departments right now that he could
head up for us.
LAMBEAU

At ease, gentlemen. We're looking

carefully at all our options.
RECRUITER #3

All right, Gerry. Close to the vest.

(gives him his card)
Good luck with these vultures.
He walks off.
CUT TO:
INT. TIMMY'S TAP -- DAY

Timmy's Tap is a local watering hole, not unlike the L Street

Bar. Sean is at the bar, telling a joke to TIMMY (45) the
owner of the place, and several other REGULARS.
SEAN

So she goes runnin' up the aisle and

I figure "fuck it" and I yell out
"don't forget the coffee!
The men erupt in laughter. MARTY, one of the regulars pipe
up.
MARTY

Bullshit! You didn't say that!

Timmy and Sean exchange a look.
TIMMY

Jesus Christ, Marty. It's a joke.

Lambeau enters, a bit overdressed in his sport coat and tie.
SEAN

Gerry! Any trouble finding the place?

LAMBEAU

Not at all.
SEAN

Timmy this is Gerry, an old friend

of mine. We went to college together.
TIMMY

Good to meet you.

LAMBEAU

Pleasure to meet you.

SEAN

Could we get a couple of sandwiches?

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(beat, smiles)
Put it on my tab.
Sean heads towards a table.
TIMMY

You ever plan on payin' your tab?

SEAN

(pulls out lottery

ticket)
I got the winning numbers right here.
TIMMY

What's the jackpot?

SEAN

Twelve million.
TIMMY

I don't think that'll cover it.

Lambeau follows [Sean]. They sit.
LAMBEAU

You're here quite a bit, then.

SEAN

I live right around the corner.

LAMBEAU

You moved?
SEAN

I been here a couple years.

There is an awkward moment.
SEAN

You wanted to talk about Will?

LAMBEAU

Seems like it's going well.

SEAN

I think so.
LAMBEAU

Well, have you talked to him at all

about his future?
SEAN

We haven't really gotten into it.

LAMBEAU

Maybe you should. My phone's been

ringing off the hook with job offers.
SEAN

Jobs doing what?

LAMBEAU

Cutting edge mathematics. Think tanks.

The kind of place where a mind like
Will's is given free reign.
SEAN

That's great, Gerry, that there's

interest -- But I'm not sure he's
ready for that.
LAMBEAU

Sean, I really don't think you

understand-SEAN

What don't I understand?

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Timmy comes over with the sandwiches.

SEAN

Thanks, Timmy.
LAMBEAU

Excuse me, Timmy. Could you help us?

We're trying to settle a bet.
TIMMY

Uh-oh.
LAMBEAU

Have you heard of Jonas Salk?

TIMMY

Yeah, cured polio.

LAMBEAU

You've heard of Albert Einstein?

Timmy smiles. Gives him a look.
LAMBEAU

How about Gerald Lambeau? Ever heard

of him?
TIMMY

No.
LAMBEAU

Okay thank you, Timmy.

TIMMY

So who won the bet?

LAMBEAU

I did.
A beat. Timmy leaves.
LAMBEAU

This isn't about me. I'm nothing

compared to this young man.
(beat)
Sean, in 1905 there were hundreds of
Professors who were renowned for
their study of the universe. But it
was a 26-year-old Swiss Patent clerk,
doing physics in his spare time, who
changed the world, Sean. Can you
imagine if Einstein had given that
up? Or gotten drunk with his buddies
in Vienna every night? All of us
would have lost something. And I'm
quite sure Timmy never would have
heard of him.
SEAN

Isn't that a little dramatic, Gerry?

LAMBEAU

No, Sean. This boy has that gift. He

just hasn't got the direction. We
can give that to him.
A beat.
SEAN

He married his cousin.

LAMBEAU

Who?
SEAN

Einstein. Had two marriages, both

trainwrecks. The guy never saw his

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kids, one of whom, I think, ended up

in an asylum- possible Unabomber
addition-LAMBEAU

You see, Sean? That's exactly not

the point. No one remembers that.
They-SEAN

I do.
LAMBEAU

Well, you're the only one.

Beat.
LAMBEAU

This boy can make contributions to

the world. We can help him do that.
SEAN

Just... take it easy, Gerry.

LAMBEAU

Look, I don't know what else I can

say. I'm not sitting at home every
night, twisting my mustache and
hatching a plan to ruin the boy's
life. But it's important to start
early. I was doing advanced
mathematics at eighteen and it still
took me twenty-three years to do
something worthy of a Field's medal.
SEAN

Maybe he doesn't care about that.

A beat.
LAMBEAU

Sean, this is important. And it's

above personal rivalry-SEAN

Now wait a minute, Gerry-LAMBEAU

No, no you hear me out, Sean. This

young man is a true prodigy-SEAN

Personal rivalry? I'm not getting

back at you.
LAMBEAU

Look, you took one road and I took

another. That's fine.
SEAN

Is it Gerry? 'Cause I don't think

it's fine with you. Give him time to
figure out what he wants.
LAMBEAU

That's a wonderful theory, Sean. It

worked wonders for you.
A beat. Lambeau gets up.
LAMBEAU

Sean, I came here today out of

courtesy. I wanted to keep you in
the loop. As we speak the boy is in
a meeting I set up for him over at
Tri-tech.

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INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, OFFICE -- SAME

Three well dressed TRI-TECH EXECUTIVES sit around a conference

table, which is littered with promotional brochures. The
executives exchange a confused look. One of them speaks.
EXECUTIVE

(tentative)
Well, Will, I'm not exactly sure
what you mean, we've already offered
you a position..
Cut to reveal: Chuckie sitting across from the executives,
hair combed down, wearing his Sunday best.
CHUCKIE

Since this is obviously not my first

time in such altercations, let me
say this:
Chuckie rubs the tips of his fingers together, indicating
"cash." The executives are baffled.
CHUCKIE

Look, we can do this the easy way or

the hard way.
The executives are completely blank.
CHUCKIE

At the current time I am looking at

a number of different fields from
which to disseminate which offer is
most pursuant aid to my benefit.
(a beat)
What do you want? What do I want?
What does anybody want? Leniency.
EXECUTIVE

I'm not sure-CHUCKIE

--These circumstances are mitigated.

Right now. They're mitigated.
Chuckie puts his hands up, as if getting a vibe from the
room.
EXECUTIVE

Okay...
Chuckie points to the third executive.
CHUCKIE

He knows what I'm talking about.

The third executive is baffled.
CHUCKIE

A retainer. Nobody in this town works

without a retainer. You think you
can find someone who does, you have
my blessin'. But I think we all know
that person isn't going to represent
you as well as I can.
EXECUTIVE

Will, our offer starts you at eightyfour thousand a year, plus benefits.
CHUCKIE

Retainer...
EXECUTIVE

You want us to give you cash right

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now?
CHUCKIE

Allegedly, what I am saying is your

situation will be concurrently
improved if I had two hundred sheets
in my pocket right now.
The executives exchange looks and go for their wallets.
EXECUTIVE

I don't think I... Larry?

EXECUTIVE

I have about seventy-three...

EXECUTIVE

Will you take a check?

CHUCKIE

Come now... what do you think I am,

a juvenile? You don't got any money
on you right now. You think I'm gonna
take a check?
EXECUTIVE

It's fine, John, I can cover the

rest.
CHUCKIE

That's right, you know.

(turns to #1)
He knows.
Chuckie stands up and takes the money.
CHUCKIE

(to exec #1)

You're suspect. I don't know what
your reputation is, but after the
shit you tried to pull today, you
can bet I'll be looking into it. Any
conversations you want to have with
me heretofore, you can have with my
attorney. Gentlemen, keep your ears
to the grindstone.
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EXT. AU BON PAIN COURTYARD, HARVARD SQUARE -- DAY

Will and Skylar sit in the open courtyard of this Harvard

Square eatery. Skylar is working on another O-chem lab. Will
sits across from her, slightly bored watching her work.
WILL

How's it goin'?
SKYLAR

Fine.
WILL

Want me to take a look?

SKYLAR

No.
WILL

C'mon, give me a peek and we'll go

to the battin' cages.
SKYLAR

It's important that I learn this.

WILL

Why is it important to you? If I

inherited all that money, the only

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thing important to me would be workin'

on my swing.
SKYLAR

Clearly.
WILL

You're rich. What do you have to

worry about?
SKYLAR

Rich? I have an inheritance. It's

two hundred and fifty thousand
dollars. That's exactly what it'll
cost me, minus about five hundred
bucks, to go all the way through med
school. This is what I'm doing with
that money. I could have done anything
I wanted. I could have expanded my
wardrobe, substantially.
WILL

Instead you're going to bust your

ass for five years so you can be
broke?
SKYLAR

No, so I can be a doctor.

A beat. Will nods. She looks down, then up.
SKYLAR

All right, Mr. Nosey Parker. Let me

ask you a question? Do you have a
photographic memory?
WILL

I guess. I don't know. How do you

remember your phone number?
SKYLAR

Have you ever studied Organic

Chemistry?
WILL

Some, a little.
SKYLAR

Just for fun?

WILL

I guess so.
SKYLAR

Nobody does organic chemistry for

"fun." It's unnecessary. Especially
for someone like you.
WILL

Like me?
SKYLAR

Yeah. Someone like you who divides

his time, fairly evenly, between the
batting cages and bars.
Will laughs.
SKYLAR

How did you do that? I can't... I

mean even the smartest people I know,
and we do have a few at Harvard,
have to study- a lot. It's hard.
(beat)
Listen, Will, if you don't want to
tell me--

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WILL

Do you play the piano?

SKYLAR

Come one Will. I just want to know.

WILL

I'm trying to explain it to you. So

you play the piano. When you look at
the keys, you see music, you see
Mozart.
SKYLAR

I see "Hot Cross Buns," but okay.

WILL

Well all right, Beethoven. He looked

at a piano and saw music. The fuckin'
guy was deaf when he composed the
Ode to Joy. They had to turn him
around to take a bow because he
couldn't hear the crowd going crazy
behind him. Stone deaf. He saw all
of that music in his head.
SKYLAR

So, do you play the piano?

WILL

Not a lick. I look at a piano and I

see black and white keys, three pedals
and a box of wood. Beethoven, Mozart,
they looked at it and it just made
sense to them. They saw a piano and
they could play. I couldn't paint
you a picture, I probably can't hit
the ball out of Fenway Park and I
can't play the piano-SKYLAR

But you can do my O-chem lab in under

an hour, you can-WILL

When it came to stuff like that I

could always just play.
Skylar is awestruck with admiration for Will, the Robot-pimp.
So much so that Skylar has to kiss him, then push him away.
SKYLAR

I can't believe it's taken me four

years to meet you and I'm going to
California in two months, Will.
(beat)
Have you ever been to California? I
bet you'd like it.
Will freezes. A beat.
SKYLAR

Maybe not.
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INT. CHUCKIE'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Chuckie sits on his couch, watching cartoons in his boxers

and a tee-shirt, eating cereal. The doorbell rings. He sits.
CHUCKIE

Get it, ma!

She doesn't. He gets up. Opens door. It's Skylar.
CHUCKIE

(surprised)

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Hey.
SKYLAR

Hi.
CHUCKIE

How you doin'?

SKYLAR

Good.
An awkward beat.
CHUCKIE

How'd you know where to find me?

SKYLAR

(smiles)
You were the only Sullivan in the
phone book.
Chuckie smiles.
SKYLAR

Will and I dropped you off here,

remember?
CHUCKIE

Oh, right.
SKYLAR

This is your house, right?

Chuckie nods and is about to respond when he is interrupted
by a nagging shriek from his mom.
CHUCKIE'S MOM (O.S.)

Get in here, Chuckie!

CHUCKIE

(calling back)
Pipe down, Ma!
SKYLAR

I guess so.
CHUCKIE

What? No. This is my mother's house.

I don't live with my mother. I just
stop by, help out. I'm good like
that.
SKYLAR

Is this a bad time?

CHUCKIE

She'll live.
(beat)
If she starts yelling again I might
have to run in real quick and beat
her with the stick again but...
SKYLAR

Okay.
CHUCKIE

Let's take a walk.

EXT. CHUCKIE'S STREET -- DAY

Chuckie, still in his boxers walks with Skylar who is talking.

SKYLAR

See, now this doesn't feel right.

(beat)
When I made the decision to come
over here it felt right. I had all
these rationalizations... I just
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don't understand why Will never tells

me anything, he won't let me get
close to him, he tells me these weird
lies-CHUCKIE

You caught that, huh?

SKYLAR

I just wanted to find out what was

going on... But now that I'm here it
seems strange, doesn't it?
CHUCKIE

Well, I don't have no trousers on...

She laughs. A beat.
CHUCKIE

I know why you're here. Will don't

talk much.
SKYLAR

I don't care what his family's like

or if he doesn't have any brothers,
but he doesn't have to lie to me.
CHUCKIE

I really don't know what to say.

Look, I lie to women all the time.
That's just my way.
(beat)
Last week Morgan brought these girls
down from Roslindale. I told them I
was a cosmonaut. They believed me.
But Will's not usually like that-MAN ON PORCH

Put some clothes on, Sullivan!

CHUCKIE

Take it easy father!

She laughs.
CHUCKIE

All I can say is; I known Will a

long time -- And I seen him with
every girl he's ever been with. But
I've never seen him like this before,
ever with anyone, like how he is
with you.
SKYLAR

Is that true?
CHUCKIE

Yeah, it is.
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INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

Tom and Will are sitting waiting for Lambeau.

TOM
!!! !
WILL
!!! !

Lambeau enters going over a thick proof Will has completed.

LAMBEAU

This is correct. I see you used

Mclullen here-WILL
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I don't know what it's called.

LAMBEAU

--This can't be right.

(examining proof)
This is going to be very embarrassing.
Have you ever considered-WILL

I'm pretty sure it's right.

Will gets up to leave.
WILL

(turning back)
Can I ask you a favor, can we do
this at Sean's from now on? 'Cause I
leave work to come here and the
fuckin' commute is killin' me-LAMBEAU

That's fine, but did you ever think-WILL

It's right.
(a beat, heading out)
Take it home with you.
LAMBEAU

Will, what happened at the Tri-tech

meeting?
WILL

I couldn't go 'cause I had a date.

So I sent my chief negotiator.
LAMBEAU

Will, on your own time, you can do

what you like. When I set up a
meeting, with my associates, and you
don't show up it reflects poorly on
me.
WILL

Then don't set up any more meetings.

LAMBEAU

I'll cancel every meeting right now.

I'll give you a job myself. I just
wanted you to see what was out there.
WILL

Maybe I don't want to spend my life

sittin' around and explaining shit
to people.
LAMBEAU

The least you can do is show me a

little appreciation.
WILL

(indicates proof)
You know how fuckin' easy this is to
me? This is a joke!
(crumples proof)
And I'm sorry you can't do this. I
really am. 'Cause if you could I
wouldn't be forced to watch you fumble
around and fuck it up.
LAMBEAU

Sure, then you'd have more time to

sit around and get drunk. Think of
how many fights you could have been
in by now.
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Will drops it on the floor. Lambeau drops to his knees and

puts it out. He looks up at Will.
LAMBEAU

You're right, Will. I can't do that

proof and you can. And when it comes
to this there are only twenty people
in the world that can tell the
difference between you and me. But
I'm one of them.
WILL

Well, I'm sorry.

LAMBEAU

So am I.
(beat)
Yes. That's right, Will. Most days I
wish I never met you. Because then I
could sleep at night. I wouldn't
have to walk around with the knowledge
that someone like you was out there.
And I wouldn't have to watch you
throw it all away.
Lambeau gathers his composure and calmly walks over to the
wrinkled proof. He picks it up, smooths it out.
CUT TO:
INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT

Will and Skylar lie in bed. Skylar watches Will sleep. She
gets up and goes to the fridge. Returning to the bed:
SKYLAR

Will? Are you awake?

WILL

No.
SKYLAR

Come with me to California.

WILL

What?
SKYLAR

I want you to come with me.

WILL

How do you know that?

SKYLAR

I know. I just do.

WILL

Yeah, but how do you know?

SKYLAR

I don't know. I just feel it.

WILL

And you're sure about that?

SKYLAR

Yeah, I'm sure.

WILL

'Cause that's a serious thing you're

sayin'. I mean, we might be in
California next week and you could
find out somethin' about me that you
don't like. And you might feel like
"hey this is a big mistake."
(getting upset)
But you can't take it back, 'cause

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you know it's real serious and you

can't take somethin' like that back.
Now I'm in California, 'cause you
asked me to come. But you don't really
want me there. And I'm stuck in
California with someone who really
doesn't want me there and just wishes
they had a take-back.
SKYLAR

"Take-back?" What is that? I don't

want a take-back. I want you to come
to California with me.
WILL

I can't go out to California.

SKYLAR

Why not?
WILL

One, because I have a job here and

two because I live here-SKYLAR

(beat)
Look, Will if you're not in love
with me, you can say that.
WILL

I'm not sayin' I'm not in love with

you.
SKYLAR

Then what are you afraid of?

WILL

What do you mean "What am I afraid

of?"
SKYLAR

Why won't you come with me? What are

you so scared of?
WILL

What am I scared of?

SKYLAR

Well, what aren't you scared of?

You live in your safe little world
where nobody challenges you and you're
scared shitless to do anything else-WILL

Don't tell me about my world. You're

the one that's afraid. You just want
to have your little fling with the
guy from the other side of town and
marry-SKYLAR

Is that what you think-WILL

some prick from Stanford that your

parents will approve of. Then you'll
sit around with the rest of the upper
crust kids and talk about how you
went slummin' too.
SKYLAR

I inherited that money when I was

thirteen, when my father died.
WILL

At least you have a mother.

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SKYLAR

Fuck you! You think I want this?

That money's a burden to me. Every
day I wake up and I wish I could
give that back. I'd give everything
I have back to spend one more day
with my father. But that's life. And
I deal with it. So don't put that
shit on me. You're the one that's
afraid.
WILL

What the fuck am I afraid of?!

SKYLAR

You're afraid of me. You're afraid

that I won't love you back. And guess
what? I'm afraid too. But at least
I have the balls to it give it a
shot. At least I'm honest with you.
WILL

I'm not honest?

SKYLAR

What about your twelve brothers?

WILL

Oh, is that what this is about? You

want to hear that I don't really
have any brothers? That I'm a fuckin'
orphan? Is that what you want to
hear?
SKYLAR

Yes, Will. I didn't even know that?

WILL

No, you don't want to hear that.

SKYLAR

Yes, I do, Will.

WILL

You don't want to hear that I got

cigarettes put out on me when I was
a little kid. That this isn't surgery.
Will lifts his shirt, revealing a six inch SCAR on his torso.
WILL

You don't want to hear that. Don't

tell me you want to hear that shit!!
SKYLAR

Yes I do. Did you ever think that

maybe I could help you? That maybe
that's the point, that we're a team?
WILL

What, you want to come in here and

save me? Is that what you want to
do? Do I have a sign that says "save
me" on my back?
SKYLAR

I don't want to "save" you. I just

want to be with you. I love you. I
love you!
Will, full of self-loathing, raises his hand to strike her.
WILL

Don't bullshit me! Don't fuckin'

bullshit me!
SKYLAR

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(standing up to him)
You know what I want to hear? I
want to hear that you don't love me.
If you tell me that, then I'll leave
you alone. I won't ask any questions
and I won't be in your life.
A beat. Will looks Skylar dead in the eye. Lowers his hand.
WILL

I don't love you.

He walks out.
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EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- NIGHT

Will leaves pulling on his clothes.

CUT TO:
INT. NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OFFICE -- DAY

Will sits across from two N.S.A. AGENTS, OLIVER DYTRESS and
ROBERT TAVANO. These guys are smug, clean cut, gung-ho and
looking sharp in twin navy blue suits.
WILL

So why do you think I should work

for the National Security Agency?
DYTRESS

Well, you'd be working on the cutting

edge. You'd be exposed to the kind
of technology you couldn't see
anywhere else because we've classified
it. Super string theory, Chaos Math,
Advanced algorithms-WILL

Codebreaking.
DYTRESS

That's one aspect of what we do.

WILL

Come on, that's what you do. You

handle more than eighty percent of
the intelligence workload. You're
seven times the size of the C.I.A.
DYTRESS

That's exactly right, Will. So the

question as I see it isn't "why should
you work for N.S.A." it's "why
shouldn't you?"
WILL

Why shouldn't I work for the National

Security Agency? That's a tough one.
Will bites his tongue, trying to make this work.
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INT. CHUCKIE'S HOUSE -- DAY

Chuckie, Billy, and Will sit in the Sullivan kitchen. Billy

cracks open a beer and Chuckie reads the sports page. Both
boys are smoking. Will drinks a beer, distractedly. We hear
the faint music track and soft moans of a PORNO MOVIE
emanating from a back room. After a beat, Chuckie looks up.
CHUCKIE

Morgan, if you're watchin' pornos in

my mom's room again I'm gonna give

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you a fuckin' beatin'!

After a beat, Morgan comes out of the back room, red-faced.
MORGAN

(innocently)
What's up guys?
CHUCKIE

Why don't you beat off at your house?

MORGAN

I don't have a VCR at my house.

Will pays no attention to this exchange
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EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PAY PHONE -- DAY

Will is on pay phone talking to Skylar.

WILL

I just wanted to call before you

left.
(beat)
I'm takin' all these job interviews.
So I won't just be a construction
worker.
INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY
SKYLAR

I never cared about that.

An awkward beat.
WILL

Yeah.
SKYLAR

I love you, Will.

(pause)
No take-backs.
Will says nothing.
SKYLAR

Will?
A beat.
WILL

Take care.
SKYLAR

Goodbye.
Will hangs up. Hold on him for an agonizing beat.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Lambeau is scribbling away at work. Tom is taking notes.

Will is tapping his fingers, waiting for him to finish.
LAMBEAU

I can... I'm almost there.

CUT TO:
INT. LOGAN AIRPORT TERMINAL -- SAME

Skylar stands at the gate, carry-ons in hand. Her flight is

boarding. She looks for Will over the crowd.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- SAME

Will picks up a FRAME from Sean's desk. It is CARLTON FISK'S

BASEBALL CARD. Will has to smile. Lambeau looks up.
LAMBEAU

What are you smiling at?

WILL

It's a Carlton Fisk baseball card.

Will can see that Lambeau wants more.
WILL

Pudge Fisk. You follow baseball?

LAMBEAU

No.
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INT. LOGAN AIRPORT TERMINAL -- SAME

The final boarding call is announced and the last passenger

boards. After a beat, Skylar turns and gets on the plane.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- SAME

Will, holding the card, reflects for a beat and puts it down.
WILL

Oh, well, it's just somethin' Sean

told me. It's a long story.
A beat.
WILL

You all set?

LAMBEAU

I've got the first part. The rest I

can do at home.
Will gets up.
LAMBEAU

Will, the N.S.A. has been calling me

just about every hour. They're very
excited about how the meeting went.
Lambeau is excited. Will clearly is not.
WILL

Yeah.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT

Will sits across from Sean.

SEAN

So you might be working for Uncle

Sam.
WILL

I don't know.
SEAN

Gerry says the meeting went well.

WILL

I guess.
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What did you think?

WILL

What did I think?

A beat. Will has obviously been stewing on this.
WILL

Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody

puts a code on my desk, something
nobody else can break. So I take a
shot at it and maybe I break it. And
I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I
did my job well. But maybe that
code was the location of some rebel
army in North Africa or the Middle
East. Once they have that location,
they bomb the village where the rebels
were hiding and fifteen hundred people
I never had a problem with get killed.
(rapid fire) Now the politicians are
sayin' "send in the Marines to secure
the area" 'cause they don't give a
shit. It won't be their kid over
there, gettin' shot. Just like it
wasn't them when their number got
called, 'cause they were pullin' a
tour in the National Guard. It'll be
some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel
in the ass. And he comes home to
find that the plant he used to work
at got exported to the country he
just got back from. And the guy who
put the shrapnel in his ass got his
old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen
cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile my buddy from Southie
realizes the only reason he was over
there was so we could install a
government that would sell us oil at
a good price. And of course the oil
companies used the skirmish to scare
up oil prices so they could turn a
quick buck. A cute, little ancillary
benefit for them but it ain't helping
my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And
naturally they're takin' their sweet
time bringin' the oil back and maybe
even took the liberty of hiring an
alcoholic skipper who likes to drink
seven and sevens and play slalom
with the icebergs and it ain't too
long 'til he hits one, spills the
oil, and kills all the sea-life in
the North Atlantic. So my buddy's
out of work and he can't afford to
drive so he's got to walk to the job
interviews which sucks 'cause the
shrapnel in his ass is givin' him
chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile
he's starvin' 'cause every time he
tries to get a bite to eat the only
blue-plate special they're servin'
is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker
State.
A beat.
WILL

So what'd I think? I'm holdin' out

for somethin' better. I figure I'll
eliminate the middle man. Why not
just shoot my buddy, take his job
and give it to his sworn enemy, hike
up gas prices, bomb a village, club
a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and
join the National Guard? Christ, I
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could be elected President.

SEAN

Do you think you're alone?

WILL

What?
SEAN

Do you have a soul-mate?

WILL

Define that.
SEAN

Someone who challenges you in every

way. Who takes you places, opens
things up for you. A soul-mate.
WILL

Yeah.
Sean waits.
WILL

Shakespeare, Neitzche, Frost,

O'Connor, Chaucer, Pope, Kant-SEAN

They're all dead.

WILL

Not to me, they're not.

SEAN

But you can't give back to them,

Will.
WILL

Not without a heater and some serious

smelling salts, no...
SEAN

That's what I'm saying, Will. You'll

never have that kind of relationship
in a world where you're afraid to
take the first step because all you're
seeing are the negative things that
might happen ten miles down the road.
WILL

Oh, what? You're going to take the

professor's side on this?
SEAN

Don't give me your line of shit.

WILL

I didn't want the job.

SEAN

It's not about that job. I'm not

saying you should work for the
government. But, you could do anything
you want. And there are people who
work their whole lives layin' brick
so their kids have a chance at the
kind of opportunity you have. What
do you want to do?
WILL

I didn't ask for this.

SEAN

Nobody gets what they ask for, Will.

That's a cop-out.
WILL
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Why is it a cop-out? I don't see

anythin' wrong with layin' brick,
that's somebody's home I'm buildin'.
Or fixin' somebody's car, somebody's
gonna get to work the next day 'cause
of me. There's honor in that.
SEAN

You're right, Will. Any man who takes

a forty minute train ride so those
college kids can come in in the
morning and their floors will be
clean and their trash cans will be
empty is an honorable man.
A beat. Will says nothing.
SEAN

And when they get drunk and puke in

the sink, they don't have to see it
the next morning because of you.
That's real work, Will. And there is
honor in that. Which I'm sure is
why you took the job.
A beat.
SEAN

I just want to know why you decided

to sneak around at night, writing on
chalkboards and lying about it.
(beat)
'Cause there's no honor in that.
Will is silent.
SEAN

Something you want to say?

Sean gets up, goes to the door and opens it.
SEAN

Why don't you come back when you

have an answer for me.
WILL

What?
SEAN

If you won't answer my questions,

you're wasting my time.
WILL

What?
Will loses it, slams the door shut.
WILL

Fuck you!
Sean has finally gotten to Will.
WILL

Who the fuck are you to lecture me

about life? You fuckin' burnout!
Where's your "soul-mate?!"
Sean lets this play out. Possible "shepard" change.
WILL

Dead! She dies and you just cash in

your chips. That's a fuckin' copout!
SEAN

I been there. I played my hand.

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WILL

That's right. And you fuckin' lost!

And some people would have the sack
to lose a big hand like that and
still come back and ante up again!
SEAN

Look at me. What do you want to do?

A beat. Will looks up.
SEAN

You and your bullshit. You got an

answer for everybody. But I asked
you a straight question and you can't
give me a straight answer. Because
you don't know.
Sean goes to the door and opens it. Will walks out.
CUT TO:
INT. MAGGIORE BUILDER'S CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY

Will and Chuckie take crowbars to a wall. This is what they

do for a living. As they routinely hammer away, Will becomes
more involved in his battle with the wall. Plaster and lathing
fly as Will vents his rage. Chuckie, noticing, stops working
and takes a step back, watching Will. Will is oblivious.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Lambeau and Tom are in his office. Will is nowhere to be

seen.
Lambeau is on the phone.
LAMBEAU

What I mean, Sean, is that I'm sitting

in your office and the boy isn't
here.
(beat)
Well, it's ten past three.
(beat)
An hour and ten minutes late.
(beat)
Well, if he doesn't show up and I
have to file a report saying he wasn't
here and he goes back to jail, it
won't be on my conscience, Sean.
(beat)
Fine.
He hangs up. Tom picks up a FORM up off the desk.
TOM

What should I do?

LAMBEAU

The boy was here. He came in, sat

down and we worked together.
A blank look.
LAMBEAU

He came in, sat down, and we worked

together.
TOM

Okay.
Tom understands, begins filling out the form.
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EXT. HANRAHAN'S PACKAGE STORE -- LATER

Will walks out carrying a brown bag. He is filthy, having

just knocked off work.
CUT TO:
EXT. MAGGIORE BUILDER'S CONSTRUCTION SITE -- PARKING LOT

Chuckie is sitting on the hood of his Cadillac, watching

Will across the street. Chuckie is covered in grime as well.
Will starts walking towards Chuckie. As he draws closer, he
heaves a can of Budweiser a good thirty yards, to Chuckie
who handles it routinely.
Will takes a seat next to Chuckie and they crack open their
beers. Other workers file out of the site. They drink.
CHUCKIE

How's the woman?

WILL

Gone.
CHUCKIE

What?
WILL

She went to Medical school in

California.
CHUCKIE

Sorry, brother.
(beat)
I don't know what to tell ya. You
know all the girls I been with. You
been with 'em too, except for Cheryl
McGovern which was a big mistake on
your part brother...
WILL

Oh I'm sure, that's why only one of

us has herpes.
CHUCKIE

Some shows are worth the price of

admission, partner.
This gets a small laugh from Will.
CHUCKIE

My fuckin' back is killin' me.

A passing SHEET METAL WORKER overhears this.
SHEET METAL WORKER

That's why you should'a gone to

college.
WILL

Fuck you.
CHUCKIE

Suck my crank. Fuckin' sheet metal

pussy.
(beat)
So, when are you done with those
meetin's?
WILL

Week after I'm twenty-one.

CHUCKIE

Are they hookin' you up with a job?

WILL

Yeah, sit in a room and do long

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division for the next fifty years.

CHUCKIE

Yah, but it's better than this shit.

At least you'd make some nice bank.
WILL

Yeah, be a fuckin' lab rat.

CHUCKIE

It's a way outta here.

WILL

What do I want a way outta here for?

I want to live here the rest of my
life. I want to be your next door
neighbor. I want to take out kids to
little league together up Foley Field.
CHUCKIE

Look, you're my best friend, so don't

take this the wrong way, but in 20
years, if you're livin' next door to
me, comin' over watchin' the fuckin'
Patriots' games and still workin'
construction, I'll fuckin' kill you.
And that's not a threat, that's a
fact. I'll fuckin' kill you.
WILL

Chuckie, what are you talkin'...

CHUCKIE

Listen, you got somethin' that none

of us have.
WILL

Why is it always this? I owe it to

myself? What if I don't want to?
CHUCKIE

Fuck you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow

I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty
and I'll still be doin' this. And
that's all right 'cause I'm gonna
make a run at it. But you, you're
sittin' on a winning lottery ticket
and you're too much of a pussy to
cash it in. And that's bullshit 'cause
I'd do anything to have what you
got! And so would any of these guys.
It'd be a fuckin' insult to us if
you're still here in twenty years.
WILL

You don't know that.

CHUCKIE

Let me tell you what I do know. Every

day I come by to pick you up, and we
go out drinkin' or whatever and we
have a few laughs. But you know what
the best part of my day is? The ten
seconds before I knock on the door
'cause I let myself think I might
get there, and you'd be gone. I'd
knock on the door and you wouldn't
be there. You just left.
A beat.
CHUCKIE

Now, I don't know much. But I know

that.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Lambeau stands across from Sean, seething.

LAMBEAU

This is a disaster! I brought you in

here to help me with this boy, not
to run him out-SEAN

Now wait a minute-LAMBEAU

--And confuse him-SEAN

--Gerry-LAMBEAU

And here I am for the second week in

a row with my professional reputation
at stake-SEAN

Hold on!
LAMBEAU

Ready to falsify documents because

you've given him license to walk
away from this.
SEAN

I know what I'm doing and I know why

I'm here!
LAMBEAU

Look Sean, I don't care if you have

a rapport with the boy -- I don't
care if you have a few laughs -even at my expense! But don't you
dare undermine what I'm trying to do
here.
SEAN

"Undermine?"
LAMBEAU

He has a gift and with that gift

comes responsibility. And you don't
understand that he's at a fragile
point-SEAN

He is at a fragile point. He's got

problems-LAMBEAU

What problems does he have, Sean,

that he is better off as a janitor
or in jail or hanging around with-SEAN

Why do you think he does that, Gerry?

LAMBEAU

He can handle the work, he can handle

the pressure and he's obviously
handled you.
SEAN

Why is he hiding? Why is he a janitor?

Why doesn't he trust anybody? Because
the first thing that happened to him
was that he was abandoned by the
people who were supposed to love him
the most!
LAMBEAU
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Oh, come on, Sean-SEAN

And why does he hang out with his

friends? Because any one of those
kids would come in here and take a
bat to your head if he asked them
to. It's called loyalty!
LAMBEAU

Oh, that's nice-SEAN

And who do you think he's handling?

He pushes people away before they
have a chance to leave him. And for
20 years he's been alone because of
that. And if you try to push him
into this, it's going to be the same
thing all over again. And I'm not
going to let that happen to him!
LAMBEAU

Now don't do that. Don't you do that!

Don't infect him with the idea that
it's okay to quit. That it's okay to
be a failure, because it's not okay!
If you're angry at me for being
successful, for being what you could
have been-SEAN

--I'm not angry at you-LAMBEAU

Yes you are, Sean. You resent me.

And I'm not going to apologize for
any success that I've had.
SEAN

--I don't have any anger at you-LAMBEAU

Yes you do. You're angry at me for

doing what you could have done. Ask
yourself if you want Will to feel
that way for the rest of his life,
to feel like a failure.
SEAN

That's it. That's why I don't come

to the goddamn reunions! Because I
can't stand the look in your eye
when you see me! You think I'm a
failure! I know who I am. I'm proud
of who I am. And all of you, you
think I'm some kind of pity case!
You with your sycophant students
following you around. And your Goddamn
Medal!
LAMBEAU

Is that what this is about, Sean?

The Field's Medal? Do you want me to
go home and get it for you? Then
will you let the boy-SEAN

I don't want your trophy and I don't

give a shit about it! 'Cause I knew
you when!! You and Jack and Tom
Sanders. I knew you when you were
homesick and pimply-faced and didn't
know what side of the bed to piss
on!
LAMBEAU

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That's right! You were smarter than

us then and you're smarter than us
now! So don't blame me for how your
life turned out. It's not my fault.
SEAN

I don't blame you! It's not about

that! It's about the boy! 'Cause
he's a good kid! And I won't see
this happen to him- won't see you
make him feel like a failure too!
LAMBEAU

He won't be a failure!
SEAN

If you push him into something, if

you ride him-LAMBEAU

You're wrong, Sean. I'm where I am

today because I was pushed. And
because I learned to push myself!
SEAN

He's not you!

A beat. Lambeau turns, something catches his eye. Sean turns
to look, IT'S WILL. He is standing in the doorway.
WILL

I can come back.

LAMBEAU

No, that's fine, Will. I was just

leaving.
There is an awkward moment as Lambeau gets his coat and
leaves.
WILL

Well, I'm here.

(beat)
So, is that my problem? I'm afraid
of being abandoned? That was easy.
SEAN

Look, a lot of that stuff goes back

a long way. And it's between me and
him and it has nothing to do with
you.
WILL

Do you want to talk about it?

Sean smiles. A beat. Will sees a FILE on Sean's desk.
WILL

What's that?
SEAN

Oh, this is your file. I have to

send it back to the Judge with my
evaluation.
WILL

You're not going to fail me are you?

Sean smiles.
WILL

So what's it say?
SEAN

You want to read it?

WILL

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No.
(beat)
Have you had any experience with
that?
SEAN

Twenty years of counseling you see a

lot of-WILL

No, have you had any experience with

that?
SEAN

Yes.
WILL

(smiles)
It sure ain't good.
INT. WILL'S CHILDHOOD APARTMENT -- FLASHBACK

From a child's P.O.V. we see a man, partially obscured by a

doorframe. The man turns toward the P.O.V.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY
SEAN

(after a pause)
My dad used to make us walk down to
the park and collect the sticks he
was going to beat us with. Actually
the worst of the beatings were between
me and my brother. We would practice
on each other trying to find sticks
that would break.
WILL

He used to just put a belt, a stick

and a wrench on the kitchen table
and say "choose."
INT. WILL'S CHILDHOOD APARTMENT -- FLASHBACK

A large, callused hand sets down a wrench next to a stick.

CUT BACK TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY
SEAN

Gotta go with the belt there...

WILL

I used to go with the wrench.

SEAN

The wrench, why?

WILL

Cause fuck him, that's why.

A long quiet moment.
WILL

Is that why me and Skylar broke up?

SEAN

I didn't know you had. Do you want

to talk about that?
(beat)
I don't know a lot, Will. But let me
tell you one thing. All this history,
this shit...
(indicates file)
Look here, son.
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Will, who had been looking away, loos at Sean.

SEAN

This is not your fault.

WILL

(nonchalant)
Oh, I know.
SEAN

It's not your fault.

WILL

(smiles)
I know.
SEAN

It's not your fault.

WILL

I know.
SEAN

It's not your fault.

WILL

(dead serious)
I know.
SEAN

It's not your fault.

WILL

Don't fuck with me.

SEAN

(comes around desk,

sits in front of
Will)
It's not your fault.
WILL

(tears start)
I know.
SEAN

It's not...
WILL

(crying hard)
I know, I know...
Sean takes Will in his arms and holds him like a child. Will
sobs like a baby. After a moment, he wraps his arms around
Sean and holds him, even tighter. We pull back from this
image. Two lonely souls being father and son together.
INT. RED LINE CAR -- DUSK

Will rides the Red Line, above ground. He looks out over the
landscape. Small back yards, laundry hangs from wire lines.
Chainlink fences, overgrown with weeds.
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PARK -- DAY

Will walking through South Boston. He cuts through a park. A

senior citizen is spearing trach for the city.
INT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Will at home. Not reading. Looks up at the ceiling.

EXT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES -- DAY

Will walks up to a nondescript building, he walks through

the glass doors, into the lobby.
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CUT TO:
INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS

Will walks into the lobby. A SECURITY GUARD looks up.

SECURITY GUARD

Can I help you?

WILL

Yeah, my name is Will Hunting. I'm

here about a position.
SECURITY GUARD

One moment.
The guard reaches for the phone.
DISSOLVE TO BLACK.

FADE UP to the sound of laughter.

INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- DAY

Chuckie is again regaling Will and the guys at their table.

CHUCKIE

Oh my God, I got the most fucked up

thing I been meanin' to tell you.
MORGAN

Save it for your mother, funny guy.

We heard it before.
CHUCKIE

Oh, Morgan.
They both get up, in one another's face. This is a play fight.
"You gonna start?" "You gonna pay my hospital bills?"
WILL

Sorry to miss this.

INT. L STREET -- SAME

Will comes back from the bathroom.

WILL

(to Chuckie)
You and Morgan throw?
CHUCKIE

No, I had to talk him down.

WILL

Why didn't you yoke him?

CHUCKIE

Little Morgan's got a lot a scrap,

dude. I'd rather fight a big kid,
they never fight, everyone's scared
of 'em. You know how many people try
to whip Morgan's ass every week?
Fuckin' kid won't back down.
MORGAN

(from across the table)

What'd you say about me?
CHUCKIE

Shut the fuck up.

Billy walks in the door and give Chuckie a look. Chuckie
turns to Will.
CHUCKIE
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(To Will)
Hey, asshole. Happy Birthday.
MORGAN

You thought we forgot, didn't you? I

know I'm gettin' my licks in.
Laughter as the boys converge on Will. He goes willingly out
the door.
EXT. L STREET -- CONTINUOUS

As they come out the door, rather than beating Will

mercilessly, they stop. Morgan goes into his own, personal
rendition of "Danny Boy." No one joins in.
CHUCKIE

Shut up, Morgan.

(to Will)
Here's your present.
Chuckie indicates an old CHEVY NOVA, parked illegally in
front of the bar.
WILL

You're kiddin' me.

CHUCKIE

Yeah, I figured now that you got

your big job over in Cambridge, you
needed some way to get over there
and I knew I wasn't gonna drive you
every day...
Laughter.
CHUCKIE

Morgan wanted to get you a "T" pass.

MORGAN

No I didn't...
Will approaches the car to take a closer look.
CHUCKIE

But you're twenty-one now, so-BILLY

Yeah, now that you can drink legally,

we thought the best thing to get you
was a car.
More laughter. Will inspects the Nova.
WILL

You're kiddin' me.

(a beat)
This is the ugliest fuckin' car I
ever seen in my life.
Laughter, a beat.
WILL

(serious)
How the fuck did you guys do this?
CHUCKIE

Me and Bill scraped together the

parts, worked on it. Morgan was out
panhandlin' every day.
MORGAN

Fuck you, I did the body work. Whose

fuckin' router you think sanded out
all that bondo?
CHUCKIE

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Guy's been up my ass for two years

about a fuckin' job. I had to let
him help with the car.
WILL

So, you finally got a job Morgan?

MORGAN

Had one, now I'm fucked again.

WILL

(to Chuckie)
So what do you got, a fuckin' Hyundai
engine under there? Can I make it
back to my house?
CHUCKIE

Fuck you. I re-built the engine

myself. That thing could make it to
Hawaii if you wanted it to.
Chuckie gives Will a look.
CHUCKIE

Happy 21, Will.

CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Will sits across from Sean.

SEAN

Which one did you take, Will?

WILL

Over at Tri-tech. One of the jobs

Professor Lambeau set me up with. I
haven't told him yet, but I talked
to my new boss over there and he
seemed like a nice guy.
SEAN

That's what you want?

WILL

Yeah, I think so.

SEAN

Good for you. Congratulations.

WILL

Thanks you.
(a beat)
So, that's it? We're done?
SEAN

We're done. You did your time. You're

a free man.
A beat.
WILL

I just want you to know, Sean...

SEAN

You're Welcome, Will.

WILL

I'll keep in touch.

SEAN

I'm gonna travel a little bit, so I

don't know where I'll be.
Will smiles.
SEAN
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I just... figured it's time I put my

money back on the table, see what
kind of cards I get.
Will smiles. Sean hands him a piece of paper.
SEAN

I'll be checking in with my machine

at the college. If you ever need
anything, just call.
Sean smiles.
SEAN

Do what's in your heart, son. You'll

be fine.
WILL

Thanks you, Sean.

They embrace.
SEAN

No. Thank you.

WILL

(re: embrace)
Does this violate the patient/doctor
relationship?
SEAN

Only if you grab my ass.

They laugh.
WILL

See ya.
SEAN

Good luck.
Both men smile.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE SEAN'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

Will comes out of Sean's office and sees Lambeau walking up.
LAMBEAU

(surprised)
Will.
WILL

Hey, how you doin'?

LAMBEAU

You know, you're no longer required

to come here.
WILL

I was just sayin' goodbye to Sean.

LAMBEAU

(a beat)
Sam called me. From Tri-tech. He
says you start working for them next
week.
Will nods.
LAMBEAU

Well, that's, I think that's terrific.

Congratulations.
WILL

Thank you.

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LAMBEAU

I just want you to know... It's been

a pleasure.
WILL

Bullshit.
They laugh.
LAMBEAU

This job... Do it if it's what you

really want.
WILL

I appreciate that.
A moment. Will starts to go, Lambeau watches him for a beat,
Will turns back around.
WILL

Hey, Gerry.
LAMBEAU

Yes.
WILL

Listen, I'll be nearby so, if you

need some help, or you get stuck
again, don't be afraid to give me a
call.
LAMBEAU

(has to smile)
Thank you, Will. I'll do that.
Will smiles, turns and walks away.
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Sean is packing his office. Lambeau opens the door.

LAMBEAU

Hello, Sean.
SEAN

Come in.
LAMBEAU

Sean...
SEAN

(a beat)
Me too.
A moment.
LAMBEAU

So I hear you're taking some time.

SEAN

Yeah. Summer vacation. Thought I'd

travel some. Maybe write a little
bit.
LAMBEAU

Where're you going?

SEAN

I don't know. India maybe.

LAMBEAU

Why there?
SEAN

Never been.
Lambeau nods.
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LAMBEAU

Do you know when you'll be back?

SEAN

(picks up a flyer
from his desk)
I got this mailer the other day.
Class of Sixty-five is having this
event in six months.
LAMBEAU

I got one of those too.

SEAN

You should come. I'll buy you a drink.

Lambeau smiles.
LAMBEAU

Sean...
A beat.
LAMBEAU

The drinks at those things are free.

Sean smiles.
SEAN

Hell, I know that.

Both men laugh.
LAMBEAU

How about one now?

SEAN

Sounds good.
They start to walk out.
SEAN

It's on you though, until eight

o'clock tonight when I win my money.
Sean pulls out his lottery ticket. They start out down the
hall.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

On their backs as they walk down the hall.

LAMBEAU

Sean, do you have any idea what the

odds are against winning the lottery?
SEAN

I don't know... Gotta be at least

four to one.
LAMBEAU

About thirty million to one.

SEAN

You're pretty quick with those

numbers. How about the odds of me
buying the first round?
LAMBEAU

About thirty million to one.

CUT TO:
EXT. BANK OF THE CHARLES RIVER -- AFTERNOON

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Will sits alone, thinking. We hold on him for an extended

beat until he gets up and walks away.
OMITTED
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- EARLY EVENING

Begin final sequence.

A wide, establishing shot of Sean's apartment complex as the
sun is setting. The lights are on in one unit. A tighter
shot reveals Sean, in his apartment, packing his belongings
in cardboard boxes.
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT, STREET -- SAME

The camera cranes down from Sean's window and onto the street,
where we pan to reveal Will, sitting in his car and looking
up at Sean as he packs his things. Will's car is packed full
of clothes and books.
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON STREET -- SAME

Chuckie and the boys drive down the street in the Cadillac.
Morgan and Billy ride in the back, leaving the shotgun seat
open for Will.
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Will holds an envelope which he slips in Sean's mailbox. He

puts the flag up and smiles as he looks up at Sean in his
apartment who is still unaware that Will is there.
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Chuckie pulls up in front of Will's house. He honks the horn,

waits a beat, then gets out and heads toward the house.
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Will drives away from Sean's house. Sean hears the car pull
out and looks out the window. Sean sees Will's car pulling
away.
Curious, he investigates.
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Chuckie walks up Will's front steps.

EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Sean walks out to the sidewalk and looks around. Seeing the
mailbox flag has been raised, he walks over to it.
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Chuckie knocks on Will's front door. There is no answer. He

waits a beat, looks in the window. An incredulous smile slowly
starts to form.
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Sean opens the card Will left for him. It reads:

WILL

(in writing)
Sean -- If the Professor calls about
that job, just tell him, "Sorry, I
had to go see about a girl."
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- SAME

Chuckie walks back towards his car unable to contain the

broad smile. He knows Will is gone. He shrugs in explanation
to the guys. Morgan takes Will's seat as they pull away from
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the curb.
EXT. SEAN'S APARTMENT -- SAME

We pan up from the letter to Sean. A broad smile comes over

him.
This is a look we haven't seen. Sean is truly happy.
EXT. MASSACHUSETTS TURNPIKE -- SUNSET

Will is on the road, driving away. As we pull back and credits

roll, the car disappears into the horizon.
THE END

Good Will Hunting

Writers : Matt Damon Ben Affleck
Genres : Comedy Drama
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