Good Will Hunting Page #33

WILL:

Who the f*** are you to lecture me

about life? You f***in' burnout!

Where's your "soul-mate?!"

Sean lets this play out. Possible "shepard" change.

WILL:

Dead! She dies and you just cash in

your chips. That's a f***in' cop-

out!

SEAN:

I been there. I played my hand.

WILL:

That's right. And you f***in' lost!

And some people would have the sack

to lose a big hand like that and

still come back and ante up again!

SEAN:

Look at me. What do you want to do?

A beat. Will looks up.

SEAN:

You and your bullshit. You got an

answer for everybody. But I asked

you a straight question and you can't

give me a straight answer. Because

you don't know.

Sean goes to the door and opens it. Will walks out.

CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIORE BUILDER'S CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY

Will and Chuckie take crowbars to a wall. This is what they

do for a living. As they routinely hammer away, Will becomes

more involved in his battle with the wall. Plaster and lathing

fly as Will vents his rage. Chuckie, noticing, stops working

and takes a step back, watching Will. Will is oblivious.

CUT TO:

INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

Lambeau and Tom are in his office. Will is nowhere to be

seen.

Lambeau is on the phone.

LAMBEAU:

What I mean, Sean, is that I'm sitting

in your office and the boy isn't

here.

(beat)

Well, it's ten past three.

(beat)

An hour and ten minutes late.

(beat)

Well, if he doesn't show up and I

have to file a report saying he wasn't

here and he goes back to jail, it

won't be on my conscience, Sean.

(beat)

Fine.

He hangs up. Tom picks up a FORM up off the desk.

TOM:

What should I do?

LAMBEAU:

The boy was here. He came in, sat

down and we worked together.

A blank look.

LAMBEAU:

He came in, sat down, and we worked

together.

TOM:

Okay.

Tom understands, begins filling out the form.

CUT TO:

EXT. HANRAHAN'S PACKAGE STORE -- LATER

Will walks out carrying a brown bag. He is filthy, having

just knocked off work.

CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIORE BUILDER'S CONSTRUCTION SITE -- PARKING LOT

Chuckie is sitting on the hood of his Cadillac, watching

Will across the street. Chuckie is covered in grime as well.

Will starts walking towards Chuckie. As he draws closer, he

heaves a can of Budweiser a good thirty yards, to Chuckie

who handles it routinely.

Will takes a seat next to Chuckie and they crack open their

beers. Other workers file out of the site. They drink.

CHUCKIE:

How's the woman?

WILL:

Gone.

CHUCKIE:

What?

WILL:

She went to Medical school in

California.

CHUCKIE:

Sorry, brother.

(beat)

I don't know what to tell ya. You

know all the girls I been with. You

been with 'em too, except for Cheryl

McGovern which was a big mistake on

your part brother...

WILL:

Oh I'm sure, that's why only one of

us has herpes.

CHUCKIE:

Some shows are worth the price of

admission, partner.

This gets a small laugh from Will.

CHUCKIE:

My f***in' back is killin' me.

A passing SHEET METAL WORKER overhears this.

SHEET METAL WORKER

That's why you should'a gone to

college.

WILL:

F*** you.

CHUCKIE:

Suck my crank. F***in' sheet metal

p*ssy.

(beat)

So, when are you done with those

meetin's?

WILL:

Week after I'm twenty-one.

CHUCKIE:

Are they hookin' you up with a job?

WILL:

Yeah, sit in a room and do long

division for the next fifty years.

CHUCKIE:

Yah, but it's better than this sh*t.

At least you'd make some nice bank.

WILL:

Yeah, be a f***in' lab rat.

CHUCKIE:

It's a way outta here.

WILL:

What do I want a way outta here for?

I want to live here the rest of my

life. I want to be your next door

neighbor. I want to take out kids to

little league together up Foley Field.

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