Good Will Hunting Page #24

CHUCKIE:

What do I look like, Al Cowlins?

(seriously)

You want to take my car, drop her

off?

WILL:

I was countin' on it.

MORGAN:

Chuck, let's go.

CHUCKIE:

You're walkin' b*tch, Will's takin'

the car.

Morgan mumbles something and staggers off. Billy follows

with an indifferent shrug.

WILL:

Thanks, Chuck.

CHUCKIE:

Don't get too slap-happy, you're

takin' me home first.

WILL:

I don't know, Chuck. It's kinda outta

the way.

CHUCKIE:

Just 'cause you don't have to sleep

in the one room palace, don't start

thinkin' you're bad.

SKYLAR:

(to Will)

I thought you said you'd show me

your place.

WILL:

Not tonight.

CHUCKIE:

Yeah, not tonight. Not any other

night.

He knows, once you see that sh*t-hole he's gettin' dropped

like a bad habit.

SKYLAR:

I wanted to meet your brothers...

Chuckie gives Will a curious look.

WILL:

They're all sleepin' now.

(a beat, to Chuckie)

Let me get those keys.

CUT TO:

INT. FACULTY CLUB -- NIGHT

A cocktail party is underway. Professors mingle with

representatives from high tech companies. Lambeau stands

holding a drink and surrounded by several RECRUITERS.

Apparently he's the star of the show.

RECRUITER #1

What I want to know, Gerry, is when

we get to meet this wonder-boy.

LAMBEAU:

We're still working together, the

boy's a little rough.

RECRUITER #2

We've got our share of eccentric

geniuses at Tri-tech. We know how to

deal with that.

RECRUITER #3

I think we all do.

Laughter.

RECRUITER #1

If you're not exaggerating, Gerry--

LAMBEAU:

Was I exaggerating in nineteen eighty-

four when I told you I'd win the

Field's medal within two years?

More laughter.

RECRUITER #1

In that case the boy could run

shipping for us, routing--

RECRUITER #2

You say he doesn't have a diploma,

but we'll—

RECRUITER #1

I don't need to see a driver's

license. I can think of three

departments right now that he could

head up for us.

LAMBEAU:

At ease, gentlemen. We're looking

carefully at all our options.

RECRUITER #3

All right, Gerry. Close to the vest.

(gives him his card)

Good luck with these vultures.

He walks off.

CUT TO:

INT. TIMMY'S TAP -- DAY

Timmy's Tap is a local watering hole, not unlike the L Street

Bar. Sean is at the bar, telling a joke to TIMMY (45) the

owner of the place, and several other REGULARS.

SEAN:

So she goes runnin' up the aisle and

I figure "f*** it" and I yell out

"don't forget the coffee!

The men erupt in laughter. MARTY, one of the regulars pipe

up.

MARTY:

Bullshit! You didn't say that!

Timmy and Sean exchange a look.

TIMMY:

Jesus Christ, Marty. It's a joke.

Lambeau enters, a bit overdressed in his sport coat and tie.

SEAN:

Gerry! Any trouble finding the place?

LAMBEAU:

Not at all.

SEAN:

Timmy this is Gerry, an old friend

of mine. We went to college together.

TIMMY:

Good to meet you.

LAMBEAU:

Pleasure to meet you.

SEAN:

Could we get a couple of sandwiches?

(beat, smiles)

Put it on my tab.

Sean heads towards a table.

TIMMY:

You ever plan on payin' your tab?

SEAN:

(pulls out lottery

ticket)

I got the winning numbers right here.

TIMMY:

What's the jackpot?

SEAN:

Twelve million.

TIMMY:

I don't think that'll cover it.

Lambeau follows [Sean]. They sit.

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