Good Will Hunting Page #5

LANDLADY:

Sean?

Sean doesn't answer.

LANDLADY:

Sean? You okay?

SEAN:

Yeah.

A beat.

LANDLADY:

It's getting cold.

After a moment, she retreats back down the stairs. Sean

doesn't move.

DISSOLVE:

EXT. CHARLES RIVER, ESTABLISHING SHOT -- MORNING

The morning sun reflects brilliantly off the river.

CUT TO:

EXT. COURTHOUSE -- NEXT MORNING

Will emerges from the courthouse. Chuckie is waiting for him

in the Cadillac with two cups of DUNKIN' DOUGHNUTS coffee.

He hands one of them to Will. This feels routine.

CHUCKIE:

When's the arraignment?

WILL:

Next week.

Chuckie pulls away.

CUT TO:

EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS, ESTABLISHING SHOT -- MORNING

Students walk to class, carrying bags. More than any other,

students seem to be heading into one PARTICULAR CLASSROOM.

INT. M.I.T. CLASSROOM -- MORNING

The classroom is even more crowded than last we saw it. Tom

takes notes as Lambeau plays along with the excited

environment with mock pomposity and good humor.

LAMBEAU:

Is it my imagination, or has my class

grown considerably?

Laughter.

LAMBEAU:

I look around and see young people

who are my students, young people

who are not my students as well as

some of my colleagues. And by no

stretch of my imagination do I think

you've all come to hear me lecture.

More laughter.

LAMBEAU:

But rather to ascertain the identity

of who our esteemed "The Tech" has

come to call "The Mystery Math

Magician."

He holds up the M.I.T. Tech featuring a silhouetted figure,

emblazoned with a large, white question mark. The headline

reads "Mystery Math Magician strikes again."

LAMBEAU:

Whoever you are, you've solved four

of the most difficult theorems I've

ever given a class. So without further

ado, come forward silent rogue, and

receive thy prize.

The class waits in breathless anticipation. A STUDENT shifts

his weight in his chair, making a noise.

LAMBEAU:

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint my

spectators, but it appears there

will be no unmasking here today. I'm

going to have to ask those of you

not enrolled in the class to make

your escape now or, for the next

three hours be subjected to the

mundities of eigenvectors.

People start to gather their things and go. Lambeau picks up

a piece of chalk and starts writing on the board.

LAMBEAU:

However, my colleagues and I have

conferred. There is a problem on the

board, right now, that took us two

years to prove. So let this be said;

the gauntlet has been thrown down.

But the faculty have answered the

challenge and answered with vigor.

CUT TO:

OMITTED:

INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- NIGHT

Lambeau comes out of his office with Tom and locks the door.

As he turns to walk down the hallway, he stops. A faint

TICKING SOUND can be heard. He turns and walks down the hall.

Lambeau and Tom come around a corner. His P.O.V. reveals a

figure in silhouette blazing through the proof on the

chalkboard. There is a mop and a bucket beside him. As Lambeau

draws closer, reveal that the figure is Will, in his janitor's

uniform. There is a look of intense concentration in his

eyes.

LAMBEAU:

Excuse me!

Will looks up, immediately starts to shuffle off.

WILL:

Oh, I'm sorry.

LAMBEAU:

What're you doing?

WILL:

(walking away)

I'm sorry.

Lambeau follows Will down the hall.

LAMBEAU:

What's your name?

(beat)

Don't you walk away from me. This is

people's work, you can't graffiti

here.

WILL:

Hey f*** you.

LAMBEAU:

(flustered)

Well... I'll be speaking to your

supervisor.

Will walks out. Lambeau goes to "fix" the proof, scanning

the blackboard for whatever damage Will caused. He stops,

scans the board again. Amazement registers on his face.

LAMBEAU:

My God.

Down the hall, we hear the DOOR CLOSE. He turns to look for

Will, who is gone.

CUT TO:

EXT. BOW AND ARROW PUB, CAMBRIDGE -- THAT NIGHT

A crowded Harvard Bar. Will and our gang walk by a line of

several Harvard students, waiting to be carded.

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