Good Will Hunting Page #16

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 f***in' 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

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 sh*t.

SEAN:

Tell me what you really think.

WILL:

Poor color composition, lousy use of

space. But that sh*t 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:

Sure, how 'bout "still waters run

deep"-

WILL:

--Well, maybe that means you.

SEAN:

Maybe what mea--

WILL:

Maybe you were in the middle of a

storm, a big f***in' 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.

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

Will walks out of Sean's office past Lambeau and Tom who are

sitting in the hallway.

WILL:

At ease, gentlemen.

CUT TO:

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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