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Will is reclining, eyes closed, in a trance-like state. The mood is more serious now.
HYPNOTIST
Okay, you're in your bed, Will. Now
how old are you?
WILL
Seven.
HYPNOTIST
And what do you see?
WILL
Somethin's in my room.
HYPNOTIST
What is it?
WILL
It's like a small figure, hoverin'
over me. Gettin' closer.
Will flinches.
HYPNOTIST
You're in a safe place, Will.
WILL
It's touching me.
Lambeau makes a sound. The Hypnotist shushes him [Lambeau] with his [Hypnotist's] finger. Tom returns to his note-taking.
HYPNOTIST
Where is it touching you?
WILL
Down there.
(indicating genitals)
And I'm nervous.
HYPNOTIST
You don't have to be nervous, Will.
Lambeau and the Therapist trade looks. This is working.
WILL
'Cause I'm not ready.
(calming)
But the figure tells me everything's
gonna be all right. 'Cause the figure's
a Libra too. And we start dancin' and
it's beautiful--
Will breaks into song at full volume.
WILL (cont'd)
"SKY ROCKETS IN FLIGHT!"
LAMBEAU
(getting up)
Oh Jesus.
The Hypnotist gets up and starts heading towards the door. Will is still singing from "Sky Rockets."
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Wait a minute, Barry.
HYPNOTIST
I have better ways to spend my time.
LAMBEAU
Oh, for God's sake, Will.
WILL
Oh, come on! You're not pinnin' this
one on me. He left, I wanted to talk
to him for another twenty minutes.
I was havin' fun.
LAMBEAU
I told you to cooperate with these
people.
WILL
C'mon, that guy was a fuckin' piece of
work.
Will gets up and adopts a hypnotic persona in front of Lambeau.
WILL (cont'd)
(spooky voice)
Look into my eyes. I don't need
therapy.
LAMBEAU
Get out, Will.
WILL
Okay...don't forget to get another
therapist for next week.
LAMBEAU
That's enough.
Will is out the door. Lambeau turns to Tom.
TOM
I called Mel Weintraub this morning,
to check for availability.
LAMBEAU
What's the point?
TOM
What do you want to do?
LAMBEAU
There is somebody...
TOM
Who is he?
LAMBEAU
He was my roommate in college.