Good Will Hunting Page #12

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, half-

black. 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:

--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:

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.

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