Good Will Hunting Page #2

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.

Tech."

Prof. Lambeau holds up a thin publication entitled "M.I.T.

Tech." Everyone laughs.

LAMBEAU:

Former winners include Nobel

Laureates, world renowned astro-

physicists, 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

f***? 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 f*** up some

smart kids.

(stepping back in)

You'd prob'ly fit right in.

WILL:

F*** 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

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?

Rate this script:4.0 / 2 votes