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You aren’’t, by any chance, Pre-law?
Are you?
CUT TO:
INT. MIDDLESEX COUNTY JAIL, INTERROGATION ROOM -- LATER
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.
CUT TO:
INT. FUNLAND -- DAY
Will and Chuckie walk up to an enclosed trampoline. Billy and
Morgan prefer to use it for their own version of "Wrestlemania."
As Will and Chuckie approach, Billy is on top of a bloodied
Morgan and has him in the "Cobra Clutch." Will and Chuckie
watch for a beat. Billy tightens his grip.
BILLY
Submit, bitch! Submit! Submit!
MORGAN
(being strangled)
Suck my cock!
BILLY
Oh, Morgan!
Chuckie turns to Will, conspiratorially as they wait for the
fight to finish.
CHUCKIE
What’’d you get? You get leniency?
WILL
Probation, counselin’’, few days a week.
CHUCKIE
You’’re fuckin’’ good.
Will Smiles.
CHUCKIE (cont’’d)
Just submit, Morgan. He’’s got you
in the Cobra Clutch.
MORGAN
(to Chuckie)
Fuck your mother too!
INT. WILL’’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Will sits alone in his one room apartment, reading. A closer
look reveals he is reading a self-help PSYCHOLOGY BOOK. Will
is flipping through the book at about a page per second. He
shakes his head and smiles. Upon finishing the book, he throws
it in a nearby WASTEBASKET. Push in on the back of the book
where a SMILING PSYCHOLOGIST is pictured.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST’’S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Will sits in a well decorated Psychologist’’s Office. Across
from Will sits the same PSYCHOLOGIST, HENRY LIPKIN (40), from
the book. They are in mid-session.
Are you?
CUT TO:
INT. MIDDLESEX COUNTY JAIL, INTERROGATION ROOM -- LATER
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.
CUT TO:
INT. FUNLAND -- DAY
Will and Chuckie walk up to an enclosed trampoline. Billy and
Morgan prefer to use it for their own version of "Wrestlemania."
As Will and Chuckie approach, Billy is on top of a bloodied
Morgan and has him in the "Cobra Clutch." Will and Chuckie
watch for a beat. Billy tightens his grip.
BILLY
Submit, bitch! Submit! Submit!
MORGAN
(being strangled)
Suck my cock!
BILLY
Oh, Morgan!
Chuckie turns to Will, conspiratorially as they wait for the
fight to finish.
CHUCKIE
What’’d you get? You get leniency?
WILL
Probation, counselin’’, few days a week.
CHUCKIE
You’’re fuckin’’ good.
Will Smiles.
CHUCKIE (cont’’d)
Just submit, Morgan. He’’s got you
in the Cobra Clutch.
MORGAN
(to Chuckie)
Fuck your mother too!
INT. WILL’’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Will sits alone in his one room apartment, reading. A closer
look reveals he is reading a self-help PSYCHOLOGY BOOK. Will
is flipping through the book at about a page per second. He
shakes his head and smiles. Upon finishing the book, he throws
it in a nearby WASTEBASKET. Push in on the back of the book
where a SMILING PSYCHOLOGIST is pictured.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST’’S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Will sits in a well decorated Psychologist’’s Office. Across
from Will sits the same PSYCHOLOGIST, HENRY LIPKIN (40), from
the book. They are in mid-session.
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