Good Will Hunting Page #28

CHUCKIE'S MOM (O.S.)

Get in here, Chuckie!

CHUCKIE:

(calling back)

Pipe down, Ma!

SKYLAR:

I guess so.

CHUCKIE:

What? No. This is my mother's house.

I don't live with my mother. I just

stop by, help out. I'm good like

that.

SKYLAR:

Is this a bad time?

CHUCKIE:

She'll live.

(beat)

If she starts yelling again I might

have to run in real quick and beat

her with the stick again but...

SKYLAR:

Okay.

CHUCKIE:

Let's take a walk.

EXT. CHUCKIE'S STREET -- DAY

Chuckie, still in his boxers walks with Skylar who is talking.

SKYLAR:

See, now this doesn't feel right.

(beat)

When I made the decision to come

over here it felt right. I had all

these rationalizations... I just

don't understand why Will never tells

me anything, he won't let me get

close to him, he tells me these weird

lies--

CHUCKIE:

You caught that, huh?

SKYLAR:

I just wanted to find out what was

going on... But now that I'm here it

seems strange, doesn't it?

CHUCKIE:

Well, I don't have no trousers on...

She laughs. A beat.

CHUCKIE:

I know why you're here. Will don't

talk much.

SKYLAR:

I don't care what his family's like

or if he doesn't have any brothers,

but he doesn't have to lie to me.

CHUCKIE:

I really don't know what to say.

Look, I lie to women all the time.

That's just my way.

(beat)

Last week Morgan brought these girls

down from Roslindale. I told them I

was a cosmonaut. They believed me.

But Will's not usually like that--

MAN ON PORCH:

Put some clothes on, Sullivan!

CHUCKIE:

Take it easy father!

She laughs.

CHUCKIE:

All I can say is; I known Will a

long time -- And I seen him with

every girl he's ever been with. But

I've never seen him like this before,

ever with anyone, like how he is

with you.

SKYLAR:

Is that true?

CHUCKIE:

Yeah, it is.

CUT TO:

INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY

Tom and Will are sitting waiting for Lambeau.

TOM:

!!! !

WILL:

!!! !

Lambeau enters going over a thick proof Will has completed.

LAMBEAU:

This is correct. I see you used

Mclullen here--

WILL:

I don't know what it's called.

LAMBEAU:

--This can't be right.

(examining proof)

This is going to be very embarrassing.

Have you ever considered--

WILL:

I'm pretty sure it's right.

Will gets up to leave.

WILL:

(turning back)

Can I ask you a favor, can we do

this at Sean's from now on? 'Cause I

leave work to come here and the

f***in' commute is killin' me--

LAMBEAU:

That's fine, but did you ever think--

WILL:

It's right.

(a beat, heading out)

Take it home with you.

LAMBEAU:

Will, what happened at the Tri-tech

meeting?

WILL:

I couldn't go 'cause I had a date.

So I sent my chief negotiator.

LAMBEAU:

Will, on your own time, you can do

what you like. When I set up a

meeting, with my associates, and you

don't show up it reflects poorly on

me.

WILL:

Then don't set up any more meetings.

LAMBEAU:

I'll cancel every meeting right now.

I'll give you a job myself. I just

wanted you to see what was out there.

WILL:

Maybe I don't want to spend my life

sittin' around and explaining sh*t

to people.

LAMBEAU:

The least you can do is show me a

little appreciation.

WILL:

(indicates proof)

You know how f***in' easy this is to

me? This is a joke!

(crumples proof)

And I'm sorry you can't do this. I

really am. 'Cause if you could I

wouldn't be forced to watch you fumble

around and f*** it up.

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