Good Will Hunting Page #22

A beat. Will is impressed.

WILL:

Would have been nice to catch that

game though.

SEAN:

(breaking)

Well hell, I didn't know Pudge was

gonna hit the home run.

They laugh.

TIME DISSOLVE TO:

INT LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

The office is more crowded than usual. TOM and THREE of

LAMBEAU'S COLLEAGUES including the esteemed ALEXANDER PEKEC

are in the room. Will sits at a work-station which projects

a proof of his [Will's] onto the chalkboard. Lambeau stands

beside the projected image at the board arguing with Pekec,

a foreign mathematician. The image is of a Ramses graph binary

tree.

LAMBEAU:

Alexander, I know your theory. The

boy is updating, he's strategy

stealing...

PEKEC:

With a Ramses graph on the binary

tree--

LAMBEAU:

--But what he's doing, he's attaching

an edge to the adjacent vertex. He

can always failsafe to either side--

PEKEC:

Maker can. This is not new, Gerry!

Pekec starts writing lines beside Will's proof on the board.

PEKEC:

But I can always garbage out

(writes frantically)

All the way to "N" to the minus one.

LAMBEAU:

No, there's a limit.

PEKEC:

The limit is not found!

(turns to Will)

The limit is not found.

WILL:

But I can always go to the other

side.

PEKEC:

There is no proof--

Lambeau can no longer contain himself.

LAMBEAU:

Maker builds "K" to the "N." N is

three to the K times--

PEKEC:

--But--

WILL:

Look, I wrote it down.

They turn to Will who places his proof on the projector. The

image is cast over their faces. It reads:

As Pekec reads and the realization dawns on him:

WILL:

It's just simpler this way.

Lambeau turns with satisfaction to an understanding Pekec.

LAMBEAU:

Alexander, your theory is changed.

CUT TO:

INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT

Will and Skylar in her room, post coital. They are wrapped

in a sheet. Will is absent-mindedly playing the memory game

SIMON.

The pattern grows increasingly complex. After a beat:

SKYLAR:

Why do we always stay here?

WILL:

'Cause it's nicer than my place.

SKYLAR:

I've never seen your place.

WILL:

Exactly.

SKYLAR:

What about your friends? Or your

brothers? When do I get to meet them?

WILL:

They don't come over here that much.

SKYLAR:

I think I can make it to South Boston.

WILL:

Aah, it's kind of a hike.

SKYLAR:

Is it me you're hiding from them or

the other way around?

WILL:

All right, all right. We'll go.

SKYLAR:

When?

WILL:

Sometime. I don't know. Next week.

SKYLAR:

What if I said I wouldn't sleep with

you again until you let me meet your

friends?

WILL:

I'd say...

(reaches for phone)

It's only four in the mornin', they're

prob'ly up.

She laughs. Stops him.

SKYLAR:

You men are shameful. If you're not

thinking of your wiener then you're

acting on its behalf.

WILL:

Then on behalf of my wiener, I'd

like to ask for an advance.

CUT TO:

INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- LATER

Skylar and Will sit together along with Will's gang. The

boys are considerably drunk, but it makes for good

entertainment.

Everyone here is having fun including Sylar.

MORGAN:

Will, I can't believe you brought

Skylar here when we're all wrecked.

What's she gonna think about us?

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