Good Will Hunting Page #26

LAMBEAU:

That's a wonderful theory, Sean. It

worked wonders for you.

A beat. Lambeau gets up.

LAMBEAU:

Sean, I came here today out of

courtesy. I wanted to keep you in

the loop. As we speak the boy is in

a meeting I set up for him over at

Tri-tech.

CUT TO:

INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, OFFICE -- SAME

Three well dressed TRI-TECH EXECUTIVES sit around a conference

table, which is littered with promotional brochures. The

executives exchange a confused look. One of them speaks.

EXECUTIVE:

(tentative)

Well, Will, I'm not exactly sure

what you mean, we've already offered

you a position..

Cut to reveal:
Chuckie sitting across from the executives,

hair combed down, wearing his Sunday best.

CHUCKIE:

Since this is obviously not my first

time in such altercations, let me

say this:

Chuckie rubs the tips of his fingers together, indicating

"cash." The executives are baffled.

CHUCKIE:

Look, we can do this the easy way or

the hard way.

The executives are completely blank.

CHUCKIE:

At the current time I am looking at

a number of different fields from

which to disseminate which offer is

most pursuant aid to my benefit.

(a beat)

What do you want? What do I want?

What does anybody want? Leniency.

EXECUTIVE:

I'm not sure--

CHUCKIE:

--These circumstances are mitigated.

Right now. They're mitigated.

Chuckie puts his hands up, as if getting a vibe from the

room.

EXECUTIVE:

Okay...

Chuckie points to the third executive.

CHUCKIE:

He knows what I'm talking about.

The third executive is baffled.

CHUCKIE:

A retainer. Nobody in this town works

without a retainer. You think you

can find someone who does, you have

my blessin'. But I think we all know

that person isn't going to represent

you as well as I can.

EXECUTIVE:

Will, our offer starts you at eighty-

four thousand a year, plus benefits.

CHUCKIE:

Retainer...

EXECUTIVE:

You want us to give you cash right

now?

CHUCKIE:

Allegedly, what I am saying is your

situation will be concurrently

improved if I had two hundred sheets

in my pocket right now.

The executives exchange looks and go for their wallets.

EXECUTIVE:

I don't think I... Larry?

EXECUTIVE:

I have about seventy-three...

EXECUTIVE:

Will you take a check?

CHUCKIE:

Come now... what do you think I am,

a juvenile? You don't got any money

on you right now. You think I'm gonna

take a check?

EXECUTIVE:

It's fine, John, I can cover the

rest.

CHUCKIE:

That's right, you know.

(turns to #1)

He knows.

Chuckie stands up and takes the money.

CHUCKIE:

(to exec #1)

You're suspect. I don't know what

your reputation is, but after the

sh*t you tried to pull today, you

can bet I'll be looking into it. Any

conversations you want to have with

me heretofore, you can have with my

attorney. Gentlemen, keep your ears

to the grindstone.

CUT TO:

EXT. AU BON PAIN COURTYARD, HARVARD SQUARE -- DAY

Will and Skylar sit in the open courtyard of this Harvard

Square eatery. Skylar is working on another O-chem lab. Will

sits across from her, slightly bored watching her work.

WILL:

How's it goin'?

SKYLAR:

Fine.

WILL:

Want me to take a look?

SKYLAR:

No.

WILL:

C'mon, give me a peek and we'll go

to the battin' cages.

SKYLAR:

It's important that I learn this.

WILL:

Why is it important to you? If I

inherited all that money, the only

thing important to me would be workin'

on my swing.

SKYLAR:

Clearly.

WILL:

You're rich. What do you have to

worry about?

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