Good Will Hunting Page #10

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?

WILL:

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

Are you?

CUT TO:

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:

F*** 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.

CUT TO:

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:

Submit, b*tch! 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 f***in' good.

Will smiles.

CHUCKIE:

Just submit, Morgan. He's got you in

the Cobra Clutch.

MORGAN:

(to Chuckie)

F*** 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.

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.

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