Good Will Hunting Page #30

WILL:

What the f*** am I afraid of?!

SKYLAR:

You're afraid of me. You're afraid

that I won't love you back. And guess

what? I'm afraid too. But at least

I have the balls to it give it a

shot. At least I'm honest with you.

WILL:

I'm not honest?

SKYLAR:

What about your twelve brothers?

WILL:

Oh, is that what this is about? You

want to hear that I don't really

have any brothers? That I'm a f***in'

orphan? Is that what you want to

hear?

SKYLAR:

Yes, Will. I didn't even know that?

WILL:

No, you don't want to hear that.

SKYLAR:

Yes, I do, Will.

WILL:

You don't want to hear that I got

cigarettes put out on me when I was

a little kid. That this isn't surgery.

Will lifts his shirt, revealing a six inch SCAR on his torso.

WILL:

You don't want to hear that. Don't

tell me you want to hear that sh*t!!

SKYLAR:

Yes I do. Did you ever think that

maybe I could help you? That maybe

that's the point, that we're a team?

WILL:

What, you want to come in here and

save me? Is that what you want to

do? Do I have a sign that says "save

me" on my back?

SKYLAR:

I don't want to "save" you. I just

want to be with you. I love you. I

love you!

Will, full of self-loathing, raises his hand to strike her.

WILL:

Don't bullshit me! Don't f***in'

bullshit me!

SKYLAR:

(standing up to him)

You know what I want to hear? I

want to hear that you don't love me.

If you tell me that, then I'll leave

you alone. I won't ask any questions

and I won't be in your life.

A beat. Will looks Skylar dead in the eye. Lowers his hand.

WILL:

I don't love you.

He walks out.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- NIGHT

Will leaves pulling on his clothes.

CUT TO:

INT. NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OFFICE -- DAY

Will sits across from two N.S.A. AGENTS, OLIVER DYTRESS and

ROBERT TAVANO. These guys are smug, clean cut, gung-ho and

looking sharp in twin navy blue suits.

WILL:

So why do you think I should work

for the National Security Agency?

DYTRESS:

Well, you'd be working on the cutting

edge. You'd be exposed to the kind

of technology you couldn't see

anywhere else because we've classified

it. Super string theory, Chaos Math,

Advanced algorithms--

WILL:

Codebreaking.

DYTRESS:

That's one aspect of what we do.

WILL:

Come on, that's what you do. You

handle more than eighty percent of

the intelligence workload. You're

seven times the size of the C.I.A.

DYTRESS:

That's exactly right, Will. So the

question as I see it isn't "why should

you work for N.S.A." it's "why

shouldn't you?"

WILL:

Why shouldn't I work for the National

Security Agency? That's a tough one.

Will bites his tongue, trying to make this work.

CUT TO:

INT. CHUCKIE'S HOUSE -- DAY

Chuckie, Billy, and Will sit in the Sullivan kitchen. Billy

cracks open a beer and Chuckie reads the sports page. Both

boys are smoking. Will drinks a beer, distractedly. We hear

the faint music track and soft moans of a PORNO MOVIE

emanating from a back room. After a beat, Chuckie looks up.

CHUCKIE:

Morgan, if you're watchin' pornos in

my mom's room again I'm gonna give

you a f***in' beatin'!

After a beat, Morgan comes out of the back room, red-faced.

MORGAN:

(innocently)

What's up guys?

CHUCKIE:

Why don't you beat off at your house?

MORGAN:

I don't have a VCR at my house.

Will pays no attention to this exchange

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