Good Will Hunting Page #29

LAMBEAU:

Sure, then you'd have more time to

sit around and get drunk. Think of

how many fights you could have been

in by now.

Will turns around reveling that he's lit the PROOF ON FIRE.

Will drops it on the floor. Lambeau drops to his knees and

puts it out. He looks up at Will.

LAMBEAU:

You're right, Will. I can't do that

proof and you can. And when it comes

to this there are only twenty people

in the world that can tell the

difference between you and me. But

I'm one of them.

WILL:

Well, I'm sorry.

LAMBEAU:

So am I.

(beat)

Yes. That's right, Will. Most days I

wish I never met you. Because then I

could sleep at night. I wouldn't

have to walk around with the knowledge

that someone like you was out there.

And I wouldn't have to watch you

throw it all away.

Lambeau gathers his composure and calmly walks over to the

wrinkled proof. He picks it up, smooths it out.

CUT TO:

INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT

Will and Skylar lie in bed. Skylar watches Will sleep. She

gets up and goes to the fridge. Returning to the bed:

SKYLAR:

Will? Are you awake?

WILL:

No.

SKYLAR:

Come with me to California.

WILL:

What?

SKYLAR:

I want you to come with me.

WILL:

How do you know that?

SKYLAR:

I know. I just do.

WILL:

Yeah, but how do you know?

SKYLAR:

I don't know. I just feel it.

WILL:

And you're sure about that?

SKYLAR:

Yeah, I'm sure.

WILL:

'Cause that's a serious thing you're

sayin'. I mean, we might be in

California next week and you could

find out somethin' about me that you

don't like. And you might feel like

"hey this is a big mistake."

(getting upset)

But you can't take it back, 'cause

you know it's real serious and you

can't take somethin' like that back.

Now I'm in California, 'cause you

asked me to come. But you don't really

want me there. And I'm stuck in

California with someone who really

doesn't want me there and just wishes

they had a take-back.

SKYLAR:

"Take-back?" What is that? I don't

want a take-back. I want you to come

to California with me.

WILL:

I can't go out to California.

SKYLAR:

Why not?

WILL:

One, because I have a job here and

two because I live here--

SKYLAR:

(beat)

Look, Will if you're not in love

with me, you can say that.

WILL:

I'm not sayin' I'm not in love with

you.

SKYLAR:

Then what are you afraid of?

WILL:

What do you mean "What am I afraid

of?"

SKYLAR:

Why won't you come with me? What are

you so scared of?

WILL:

What am I scared of?

SKYLAR:

Well, what aren't you scared of?

You live in your safe little world

where nobody challenges you and you're

scared shitless to do anything else--

WILL:

Don't tell me about my world. You're

the one that's afraid. You just want

to have your little fling with the

guy from the other side of town and

marry--

SKYLAR:

Is that what you think--

WILL:

some prick from Stanford that your

parents will approve of. Then you'll

sit around with the rest of the upper

crust kids and talk about how you

went slummin' too.

SKYLAR:

I inherited that money when I was

thirteen, when my father died.

WILL:

At least you have a mother.

SKYLAR:

F*** you! You think I want this?

That money's a burden to me. Every

day I wake up and I wish I could

give that back. I'd give everything

I have back to spend one more day

with my father. But that's life. And

I deal with it. So don't put that

sh*t on me. You're the one that's

afraid.

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