Good Will Hunting Page #18

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.

CUT TO:

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.

Billy WHIPS his EMPTY BEER CAN off of Morgan's head.

MORGAN:

Keep f***in' with me. Watch what

happens.

BILLY:

All right, then.

MORGAN:

Watch what happens.

CUT TO:

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?

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