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Professor Lambeau sits, waiting. Will is brought in, shackled, by the guard.
LAMBEAU
Hello. Gerald Lambeau, M.I.T.
WILL
Fuck do you want?
LAMBEAU
I've spoken with the judge and he's
agreed to release you under my
supervision.
WILL
(suspicious)
Really?
LAMBEAU
(beat)
Yes. Under two conditions.
WILL
What're those?
LAMBEAU
That you meet with me twice a week--
[This portion poorly Xeroxed, but Lambeau explains the need to meet with a therapist as the second condition]
WILL
If I agree to this, I walk right now?
LAMBEAU
That's right.
WILL
I'll do the work. I'm not going to meet
with a therapist.
LAMBEAU
Now, it won't be as bad as it sounds,
Will.
(beat)
I've already spoken to one therapist,
his name is Henry Lipkin and he's a
friend of mine. He's also published
four books and is widely considered to
be one of the brightest men in his
field.
(beat)
I'm sure it'll be better than spending
the next six months in jail.
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