Good Will Hunting Page #31

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EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PAY PHONE -- DAY

Will is on pay phone talking to Skylar.

WILL:

I just wanted to call before you

left.

(beat)

I'm takin' all these job interviews.

So I won't just be a construction

worker.

INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY

SKYLAR:

I never cared about that.

An awkward beat.

WILL:

Yeah.

SKYLAR:

I love you, Will.

(pause)

No take-backs.

Will says nothing.

SKYLAR:

Will?

A beat.

WILL:

Take care.

SKYLAR:

Goodbye.

Will hangs up. Hold on him for an agonizing beat.

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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Lambeau is scribbling away at work. Tom is taking notes.

Will is tapping his fingers, waiting for him to finish.

LAMBEAU:

I can... I'm almost there.

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INT. LOGAN AIRPORT TERMINAL -- SAME

Skylar stands at the gate, carry-ons in hand. Her flight is

boarding. She looks for Will over the crowd.

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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- SAME

Will picks up a FRAME from Sean's desk. It is CARLTON FISK'S

BASEBALL CARD. Will has to smile. Lambeau looks up.

LAMBEAU:

What are you smiling at?

WILL:

It's a Carlton Fisk baseball card.

Will can see that Lambeau wants more.

WILL:

Pudge Fisk. You follow baseball?

LAMBEAU:

No.

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INT. LOGAN AIRPORT TERMINAL -- SAME

The final boarding call is announced and the last passenger

boards. After a beat, Skylar turns and gets on the plane.

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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- SAME

Will, holding the card, reflects for a beat and puts it down.

WILL:

Oh, well, it's just somethin' Sean

told me. It's a long story.

A beat.

WILL:

You all set?

LAMBEAU:

I've got the first part. The rest I

can do at home.

Will gets up.

LAMBEAU:

Will, the N.S.A. has been calling me

just about every hour. They're very

excited about how the meeting went.

Lambeau is excited. Will clearly is not.

WILL:

Yeah.

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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT

Will sits across from Sean.

SEAN:

So you might be working for Uncle

Sam.

WILL:

I don't know.

SEAN:

Gerry says the meeting went well.

WILL:

I guess.

SEAN:

What did you think?

WILL:

What did I think?

A beat. Will has obviously been stewing on this.

WILL:

Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody

puts a code on my desk, something

nobody else can break. So I take a

shot at it and maybe I break it. And

I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I

did my job well. But maybe that

code was the location of some rebel

army in North Africa or the Middle

East. Once they have that location,

they bomb the village where the rebels

were hiding and fifteen hundred people

I never had a problem with get killed.

(rapid fire) Now the politicians are

sayin' "send in the Marines to secure

the area" 'cause they don't give a

sh*t. It won't be their kid over

there, gettin' shot. Just like it

wasn't them when their number got

called, 'cause they were pullin' a

tour in the National Guard. It'll be

some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel

in the ass. And he comes home to

find that the plant he used to work

at got exported to the country he

just got back from. And the guy who

put the shrapnel in his ass got his

old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen

cents a day and no bathroom breaks.

Meanwhile my buddy from Southie

realizes the only reason he was over

there was so we could install a

government that would sell us oil at

a good price. And of course the oil

companies used the skirmish to scare

up oil prices so they could turn a

quick buck. A cute, little ancillary

benefit for them but it ain't helping

my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And

naturally they're takin' their sweet

time bringin' the oil back and maybe

even took the liberty of hiring an

alcoholic skipper who likes to drink

seven and sevens and play slalom

with the icebergs and it ain't too

long 'til he hits one, spills the

oil, and kills all the sea-life in

the North Atlantic. So my buddy's

out of work and he can't afford to

drive so he's got to walk to the job

interviews which sucks 'cause the

shrapnel in his ass is givin' him

chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile

he's starvin' 'cause every time he

tries to get a bite to eat the only

blue-plate special they're servin'

is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker

State.

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