Good Will Hunting Page #32

A beat.

WILL:

So what'd I think? I'm holdin' out

for somethin' better. I figure I'll

eliminate the middle man. Why not

just shoot my buddy, take his job

and give it to his sworn enemy, hike

up gas prices, bomb a village, club

a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and

join the National Guard? Christ, I

could be elected President.

SEAN:

Do you think you're alone?

WILL:

What?

SEAN:

Do you have a soul-mate?

WILL:

Define that.

SEAN:

Someone who challenges you in every

way. Who takes you places, opens

things up for you. A soul-mate.

WILL:

Yeah.

Sean waits.

WILL:

Shakespeare, Neitzche, Frost,

O'Connor, Chaucer, Pope, Kant--

SEAN:

They're all dead.

WILL:

Not to me, they're not.

SEAN:

But you can't give back to them,

Will.

WILL:

Not without a heater and some serious

smelling salts, no...

SEAN:

That's what I'm saying, Will. You'll

never have that kind of relationship

in a world where you're afraid to

take the first step because all you're

seeing are the negative things that

might happen ten miles down the road.

WILL:

Oh, what? You're going to take the

professor's side on this?

SEAN:

Don't give me your line of sh*t.

WILL:

I didn't want the job.

SEAN:

It's not about that job. I'm not

saying you should work for the

government. But, you could do anything

you want. And there are people who

work their whole lives layin' brick

so their kids have a chance at the

kind of opportunity you have. What

do you want to do?

WILL:

I didn't ask for this.

SEAN:

Nobody gets what they ask for, Will.

That's a cop-out.

WILL:

Why is it a cop-out? I don't see

anythin' wrong with layin' brick,

that's somebody's home I'm buildin'.

Or fixin' somebody's car, somebody's

gonna get to work the next day 'cause

of me. There's honor in that.

SEAN:

You're right, Will. Any man who takes

a forty minute train ride so those

college kids can come in in the

morning and their floors will be

clean and their trash cans will be

empty is an honorable man.

A beat. Will says nothing.

SEAN:

And when they get drunk and puke in

the sink, they don't have to see it

the next morning because of you.

That's real work, Will. And there is

honor in that. Which I'm sure is

why you took the job.

A beat.

SEAN:

I just want to know why you decided

to sneak around at night, writing on

chalkboards and lying about it.

(beat)

'Cause there's no honor in that.

Will is silent.

SEAN:

Something you want to say?

Sean gets up, goes to the door and opens it.

SEAN:

Why don't you come back when you

have an answer for me.

WILL:

What?

SEAN:

If you won't answer my questions,

you're wasting my time.

WILL:

What?

Will loses it, slams the door shut.

WILL:

F*** you!

Sean has finally gotten to Will.

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