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Sean's office is comfortable. Books are stacked against the wall. There is a PAINTING on the wall behind Sean. Sean is seated behind a desk. Lambeau sits in a chair in the back of the room, next to Tom. A long beat passes, they wait.
LAMBEAU
Any vulnerability he senses, he'll
exploit.
SEAN
I'll be okay.
LAMBEAU
It's a poker game with this young man.
Don't let him see what you've got.
Sean nods. Will walks in. Everyone stands to greet Will.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Hello, Will. Any trouble finding the
place?
WILL
No.
LAMBEAU
Will, this is Sean Maguire. Sean,
Will Hunting.
Sean and Will nod. An awkward moment as the four men stand.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Well, let's get started.
WILL
Yeah, let's let the healing begin.
Lambeau is slightly embarrassed. Sean smiles at Will's joke.
SEAN
Would you excuse us?
LAMBEAU
Tom.
SEAN
You too, Gerry.
Lambeau looks at Sean, surprised. Sean's stare is unwavering. After an awkward moment, Lambeau goes, leaving Sean and Will alone. Will doesn't look at Sean for more than a second. He seems more interested in the room. There is a long silence as Sean watches Will.
SEAN (cont'd)
Hello, Will. I'm Sean Maguire.
A smile crosses Will's face as he walks to his chair and sits. He lights a cigarette. Sean continues to watch him. Finally--
SEAN (cont'd)
Where are you from in Southie?
WILL
Did you buy all these books retail, or
do you send away for like a "shrink
kit" that comes with all these volumes
included?
SEAN
Have you read all these books, Will?
WILL
Probably not.
SEAN
(indicating a shelf)
How about the ones on that shelf?
Will's eyes flicker up to the shelf for an instant.
WILL
Yeah, I read those.
SEAN
What did you think?
WILL
I'm not here for a fuckin' book report.
They're your books, why don't you read
'em?
SEAN
I did.
WILL
That must have taken you a long time.
SEAN
Yeah, it did take me a long time.
Sean says this with pride. His determined stare and confident manner catch Will a bit off guard. Will rises from his chair and goes to the shelf.
WILL
(looking at book)
"A History of the United States, Volume
I." If you want to read a real history
book, read Howard Zinn's "A People's
History of the United States." That
book will knock you on your ass.
SEAN
How about Noam Chomsky's "Manufacturing
Consent?"
WILL
You people baffle me. You spend all
this money on beautiful, fancy books--
and they're the wrong fuckin' books.
SEAN
You think so?
WILL
Whatever blows your hair back.
Will returns to his chair. Pause.
SEAN
(indicating cigarette)
Guy your age shouldn't smoke so much.
Stunt your growth.
WILL
You're right. It really gets in the
way of my jazzercizing.
Sean does not seem at all affected by Will's attitude. He remains behind the big desk with almost half a smile on his face. Will is aware of Sean's confidence.
WILL (cont'd)
Do you lift?
SEAN
Yes, I do.
WILL
Nautilus?
SEAN
Free weights.
WILL
Oh yeah? Me too. What do you bench?
SEAN
285.
WILL
Oh.
Will gets up again and moves around his chair to Sean's painting. It is a picture of an old sailboat in a tremendous storm--by no means a masterpiece. Will studies it.
WILL (cont'd)
You paint this?
SEAN
Yeah. Do you paint?
WILL
No.
SEAN
Crayons?
WILL
This is a real piece of shit.
SEAN
Tell me what you really think.
WILL
Poor color composition, lousy use of
space. But that shit doesn't really
concern me.
SEAN
What does?
WILL
The color here, see how dark it is?
It's interesting.
SEAN
What is?
WILL
I think you're one step away from
cutting your ear off.
SEAN
Oh, "Starry Night" time, huh?
WILL
You ever heard the saying, "any port in
a storm?"
SEAN
Sure, how 'bout "still waters run deep"--
WILL
--Well, maybe that means you.
SEAN
Maybe what mea--
WILL
Maybe you were in the middle of a storm,
a big fuckin' storm-- the waves were
crashing over the bow, the Goddamned
mast was about to snap, and you were
crying for the harbor. So you did
what you had to do, to get out. Maybe
you became a psychologist.
SEAN
Maybe you should be a patient and sit
down.
WILL
Maybe you married the wrong woman.
SEAN
Watch your mouth.
WILL
That's it isn't it? You married the
wrong woman. She leave you? Was she
bangin' someone else?
Sean is walking slowly towards Will.
WILL (cont'd)
How are the seas now, D--
In a flash, Sean has Will by the throat. Will is helpless.
SEAN
If you ever disrespect my wife again...I
will end you.
WILL
Time's up.
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