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Chuckie is sitting on the hood of his Cadillac, watching Will across the street. Chuckie is covered in grime as well. Will starts walking towards Chuckie. As he draws closer, he heaves a can of Budweiser a good thirsty yards, to Chuckie who handles it routinely.
Will takes a seat next to Chuckie and they crack open their beers. Other workers file out of the site. They drink.
CHUCKIE
How's the woman?
WILL
Gone.
CHUCKIE
What?
WILL
She went to Medical school in
California.
CHUCKIE
Sorry, brother.
(beat)
I don't know what to tell ya. You
know all the girls I been with. You
been with 'em too, except for Cheryl
McGovern which was a big mistake on
your part brother...
WILL
Oh I'm sure, that's why only one of us
has herpes.
CHUCKIE
Some shows are worth the price of
admission, partner.
This gets a small laugh from Will.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
My fuckin' back is killin' me.
A passing SHEET METAL WORKER overhears this.
SHEET METAL WORKER
That's why you should'a gone to college.
WILL
Fuck you.
CHUCKIE
Suck my crank. Fuckin' sheet metal
pussy.
(beat)
So, when are you done with those
meetin's?
WILL
Week after I'm twenty-one.
CHUCKIE
Are they hookin' you up with a job?
WILL
Yeah, sit in a room and do long division
for the next fifty years.
CHUCKIE
Yah, but it's better than this shit.
At least you'd make some nice bank.
WILL
Yeah, be a fuckin' lab rat.
CHUCKIE
It's a way outta here.
WILL
What do I want a way outta here for?
I want to live here the rest of my
life. I want to be your next door
neighbor. I want to take out kids to
little league together up Foley Field.
CHUCKIE
Look, you're my best friend, so don't
take this the wrong way, but in 20
years, if you're livin' next door to
me, comin' over watchin' the fuckin'
Patriots' games and still workin'
construction, I'll fuckin' kill you.
And that's not a threat, that's a fact.
I'll fuckin' kill you.
WILL
Chuckie, what are you talkin'...
CHUCKIE
Listen, you got somethin' that none of
us have.
WILL
Why is it always this? I owe it to
myself? What if I don't want to?
CHUCKIE
Fuck you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow
I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty
and I'll still be doin' this. And
that's all right 'cause I'm gonna make
a run at it.
But you, you're sittin' on a winning
lottery ticket and you're too much of
a pussy to cash it in. And that's
bullshit 'cause I'd do anything to
have what you got! And so would any
of these guys. It'd be a fuckin' insult
to us if you're still here in twenty
years.
WILL
You don't know that.
CHUCKIE
Let me tell you what I do know. Every
day I come by to pick you up, and we
go out drinkin' or whatever and we
have a few laughs. But you know what
the best part of my day is? The ten
seconds before I knock on the door
'cause I let myself think I might get
there, and you'd be gone. I'd knock
on the door and you wouldn't be there.
You just left.
A beat.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
Now, I don't know much. But I know
that.
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