Good Will Hunting Page #8

Skylar produces a folded piece of paper and offers it to

Will.

SKYLAR:

Maybe we could go out for coffee

sometime?

WILL:

Great, or maybe we could go somewhere

and just eat a bunch of caramels.

SKYLAR:

What?

WILL:

When you think about it, it's just

as arbitrary as drinking coffee.

SKYLAR:

(laughs)

Okay, sounds good.

She turns.

WILL:

Five minutes.

SKYLAR:

What?

WILL:

I was trying to be smooth.

(indicates clock)

But at twelve-fifteen I was gonna

come over there and talk to you.

SKYLAR:

See, it's my life story. Five more

minutes and I would have got to hear

your best pick-up line.

WILL:

The caramel thing is my pick-up line.

A beat.

SKYLAR:

Glad I came over.

CUT TO:

EXT. BOW AND ARROW -- LATER

Our boys are walking out of the bar teasing one another about

their bar-ball exploits. Across the street is another bar

with a glass front. Morgan spots Clark sitting by the window

with some friends.

MORGAN:

There goes that f***in' Barney right

now, with his f***in' "skiin' trip."

We should'a kicked that dude's ass.

WILL:

Hold up.

Will crosses the street and approaches the plate glass window

and stands across from Clark, separated only by the glass.

He POUNDS THE GLASS to get Clark's attention.

WILL:

Hey!

Clark turns toward Will.

WILL:

DO YOU LIKE APPLES?

Clark doesn't get it.

WILL:

DO YOU LIKE APPLES?!

CLARK:

Yeah?

Will SLAMS SKYLAR'S PHONE NUMBER against the glass.

WILL:

WELL I GOT HER NUMBER! HOW DO YA

LIKE THEM APPLES?!!

Will's boys erupt into laughter. Angle on Clark, deflated.

EXT. STREET -- NIGHT

The boys make their way home, piled into Chuckie's car,

laughing together.

EXT. CHARLES STREET BRIDGE -- DAWN

Shot of car crossing over the Charles St. Bridge, overtaking

a red-line train.

EXT. CHARLESTON BACKROAD -- DAWN

Traveling through narrow back roads in Charlestown, passing

the Bunker Hill monument.

EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Arriving at Will's house and dropping him off.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. M.I.T. BUILDING AND GROUNDS GARAGE -- DAY

Lambeau walks into a small garage facility. The area stores

lawn machinery and various tools. An older man, TERRY (58)

sits behind the desk reading the BOSTON HERALD sports page.

Lambeau has obviously never been here before. He takes in

the surroundings, somewhat uncomfortable. Gets dirty.

LAMBEAU:

Excuse me. Is this the buildings and

grounds office?

TERRY:

Yeah, can I help you?

LAMBEAU:

I'm trying to find the name of a

student who works here.

TERRY:

No students work for me.

LAMBEAU:

Could you just check, because the

young man who works in my building--

TERRY:

Which one's your building?

LAMBEAU:

Building two.

Terry checks a list behind his [own] desk. Looks up.

TERRY:

Well, if something was stolen, I

should know about it.

LAMBEAU:

No, no. Nothing like that. I just

need his name.

TERRY:

I can't give you his name unless you

have a complaint.

LAMBEAU:

Please, I'm a professor here and

it's very important.

TERRY:

Well, he didn't show up for work

today...

Terry takes a beat. Holding all the cards.

TERRY:

Look, he got his job through his

P.O. so you can call him.

Terry goes through a stack of paper on his desk. Takes out a

card and hands it to Lambeau. Lambeau looks blankly at the

card which reads: "PAROLE EMPLOYMENT PROGRAM."

INT. COURTROOM -- DAY

Will stands before JUDGE MALONE (40) being arraigned. It is

fairly unceremonious, the courtroom nearly empty, save Will

and the PROSECUTOR. Lambeau walks in from the back.

WILL:

There is a lengthy legal precedent,

Your Honor, going back to 1789,

whereby a defendant may claim self-

defense against an agent of the

government where the act is shown to

be a defense against tyranny, a

defense of liberty--

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