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LAMBEAU
(flustered)
Well…… I’’ll be speaking to your
supervisor.
Will walks out. Lambeau goes to "fix" the proof, scanning the
blackboard for whatever damage Will caused. He stops, scans
the board again. Amazement registers on his face.
LAMBEAU (cont’’d)
My God.
Down the hall, we hear the DOOR CLOSE. He turns to look for
Will, who is gone.
CUT TO:
EXT. BOW AND ARROW PUB, CAMBRIDGE -- THAT NIGHT
A crowded Harvard Bar. Will and our gang walk by a line of
several Harvard students, waiting to be carded.
MORGAN
What happened?
(beat)
You got fired, huh?
WILL
Yeah, Morgan. I got fired.
MORGAN
(starts laughing)
How fuckin’’ retarded do you have to be
to get shit-canned from that job? How
hard is it to push a fuckin’’ broom?
CHUCKIE
You got fired from pushing a broom,
you little bitch.
MORGAN
Yah, that was different. Management
was restructurin’’--
BILLY
--Yah, restructurin’’ the amount of
retards they had workin’’ for them.
MORGAN
Fuck you, you fat fuck.
BILLY
Least I work for a livin’’.
(to Will)
Why’’d you get fired?
WILL
Management was restructurin’’.
Laughter.
CHUCKIE
My uncle can probably get you on my
demo team.
MORGAN
What the fuck? I just asked you for a
job yesterday!
CHUCKIE
I told you "no" yesterday!
After two students flash their ID’’s to the doorman (CASEY)
our boys file past him.
ALL
(one after another)
What’’s up Case.
With an imperceptible nod, Casey waves our boys through. A
fifth kid, a HARVARD STUDENT, tries to follow. He is stopped
by Casey’’s massive, outstretched arm:
CASEY
ID?
INT. BOW AND ARROW -- CONTINUOUS
Chuckie is collecting money from the guys to buy a pitcher,
all but Morgan cough up some crumpled dollars.
CHUCKIE
So, this is a Harvard bar, huh? I
thought there’’d be equations and shit
on the wall.
INT. BACK SECTION, BOW AND ARROW -- MOMENTS LATER
Chuckie returns to a table where Will, Morgan and Billy have
made themselves comfortable. He [Chuckie] spots two ATTRACTIVE YOUNG
HARVARD WOMEN sitting together at the end of the bar. Chuckie
struts his way toward the women and pulls up a chair. He
flashes a smile and tries to submerge his thick Boston accent.
CHUCKIE
Hey, how’’s it goin’’?
LYDIA
Fine.
SKYLAR
Okay.
CHUCKIE
So, you ladies ah, go to school here?
LYDIA
Yes.
CHUCKIE
(flustered)
Well…… I’’ll be speaking to your
supervisor.
Will walks out. Lambeau goes to "fix" the proof, scanning the
blackboard for whatever damage Will caused. He stops, scans
the board again. Amazement registers on his face.
LAMBEAU (cont’’d)
My God.
Down the hall, we hear the DOOR CLOSE. He turns to look for
Will, who is gone.
CUT TO:
EXT. BOW AND ARROW PUB, CAMBRIDGE -- THAT NIGHT
A crowded Harvard Bar. Will and our gang walk by a line of
several Harvard students, waiting to be carded.
MORGAN
What happened?
(beat)
You got fired, huh?
WILL
Yeah, Morgan. I got fired.
MORGAN
(starts laughing)
How fuckin’’ retarded do you have to be
to get shit-canned from that job? How
hard is it to push a fuckin’’ broom?
CHUCKIE
You got fired from pushing a broom,
you little bitch.
MORGAN
Yah, that was different. Management
was restructurin’’--
BILLY
--Yah, restructurin’’ the amount of
retards they had workin’’ for them.
MORGAN
Fuck you, you fat fuck.
BILLY
Least I work for a livin’’.
(to Will)
Why’’d you get fired?
WILL
Management was restructurin’’.
Laughter.
CHUCKIE
My uncle can probably get you on my
demo team.
MORGAN
What the fuck? I just asked you for a
job yesterday!
CHUCKIE
I told you "no" yesterday!
After two students flash their ID’’s to the doorman (CASEY)
our boys file past him.
ALL
(one after another)
What’’s up Case.
With an imperceptible nod, Casey waves our boys through. A
fifth kid, a HARVARD STUDENT, tries to follow. He is stopped
by Casey’’s massive, outstretched arm:
CASEY
ID?
INT. BOW AND ARROW -- CONTINUOUS
Chuckie is collecting money from the guys to buy a pitcher,
all but Morgan cough up some crumpled dollars.
CHUCKIE
So, this is a Harvard bar, huh? I
thought there’’d be equations and shit
on the wall.
INT. BACK SECTION, BOW AND ARROW -- MOMENTS LATER
Chuckie returns to a table where Will, Morgan and Billy have
made themselves comfortable. He [Chuckie] spots two ATTRACTIVE YOUNG
HARVARD WOMEN sitting together at the end of the bar. Chuckie
struts his way toward the women and pulls up a chair. He
flashes a smile and tries to submerge his thick Boston accent.
CHUCKIE
Hey, how’’s it goin’’?
LYDIA
Fine.
SKYLAR
Okay.
CHUCKIE
So, you ladies ah, go to school here?
LYDIA
Yes.
CHUCKIE
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