Good Will Hunting Page #36

WILL:

He used to just put a belt, a stick

and a wrench on the kitchen table

and say "choose."

INT. WILL'S CHILDHOOD APARTMENT -- FLASHBACK

A large, callused hand sets down a wrench next to a stick.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY

SEAN:

Gotta go with the belt there...

WILL:

I used to go with the wrench.

SEAN:

The wrench, why?

WILL:

Cause f*** him, that's why.

A long quiet moment.

WILL:

Is that why me and Skylar broke up?

SEAN:

I didn't know you had. Do you want

to talk about that?

(beat)

I don't know a lot, Will. But let me

tell you one thing. All this history,

this sh*t...

(indicates file)

Look here, son.

Will, who had been looking away, loos at Sean.

SEAN:

This is not your fault.

WILL:

(nonchalant)

Oh, I know.

SEAN:

It's not your fault.

WILL:

(smiles)

I know.

SEAN:

It's not your fault.

WILL:

I know.

SEAN:

It's not your fault.

WILL:

(dead serious)

I know.

SEAN:

It's not your fault.

WILL:

Don't f*** with me.

SEAN:

(comes around desk,

sits in front of

Will)

It's not your fault.

WILL:

(tears start)

I know.

SEAN:

It's not...

WILL:

(crying hard)

I know, I know...

Sean takes Will in his arms and holds him like a child. Will

sobs like a baby. After a moment, he wraps his arms around

Sean and holds him, even tighter. We pull back from this

image. Two lonely souls being father and son together.

INT. RED LINE CAR -- DUSK

Will rides the Red Line, above ground. He looks out over the

landscape. Small back yards, laundry hangs from wire lines.

Chainlink fences, overgrown with weeds.

EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PARK -- DAY

Will walking through South Boston. He cuts through a park. A

senior citizen is spearing trach for the city.

INT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Will at home. Not reading. Looks up at the ceiling.

EXT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES -- DAY

Will walks up to a nondescript building, he walks through

the glass doors, into the lobby.

CUT TO:

INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS

Will walks into the lobby. A SECURITY GUARD looks up.

SECURITY GUARD:

Can I help you?

WILL:

Yeah, my name is Will Hunting. I'm

here about a position.

SECURITY GUARD:

One moment.

The guard reaches for the phone.

DISSOLVE TO BLACK.

FADE UP to the sound of laughter.

INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- DAY

Chuckie is again regaling Will and the guys at their table.

CHUCKIE:

Oh my God, I got the most f***ed up

thing I been meanin' to tell you.

MORGAN:

Save it for your mother, funny guy.

We heard it before.

CHUCKIE:

Oh, Morgan.

They both get up, in one another's face. This is a play fight.

"You gonna start?" "You gonna pay my hospital bills?"

WILL:

Sorry to miss this.

INT. L STREET -- SAME

Will comes back from the bathroom.

WILL:

(to Chuckie)

You and Morgan throw?

CHUCKIE:

No, I had to talk him down.

WILL:

Why didn't you yoke him?

CHUCKIE:

Little Morgan's got a lot a scrap,

dude. I'd rather fight a big kid,

they never fight, everyone's scared

of 'em. You know how many people try

to whip Morgan's ass every week?

F***in' kid won't back down.

MORGAN:

(from across the table)

What'd you say about me?

CHUCKIE:

Shut the f*** up.

Billy walks in the door and give Chuckie a look. Chuckie

turns to Will.

CHUCKIE:

(To Will)

Hey, a**hole. Happy Birthday.

MORGAN:

You thought we forgot, didn't you? I

know I'm gettin' my licks in.

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