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　　You color-code it. Half-red， half-
　　black. If that’’s an integer--
　　
　　Lambeau steps in， writing with him [Will].
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　What’’s that？
　　
　　WILL
　　Half-red， half-black--
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　--that？--
　　
　　WILL
　　--Half-red， half-black--
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　--That edge!
　　
　　WILL
　　An integer.
　　
　　The two stop. They are silent for a moment. Like two
　　gunfighters after a duel， they put down the chalk.
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　（checks his watch）
　　It would appear we got that proof in
　　under the wire after all. It’’s not
　　how hard you look at things， young
　　man， it’’s the way you look at them.
　　If you take aim before you fire， you
　　will find the most difficult problems
　　become， quite literally， child’’s play.
　　
　　Will gets his coat.
　　
　　LAMBEAU （cont’’d）
　　Will， you’’ve managed to offend four of
　　my colleagues so much that they refused
　　to come back. You’’re meeting with the
　　leading hypnotist in the country next
　　week and Tom and I plan to sit in on
　　the sessions， so I expect you to behave
　　appropriately.
　　
　　CUT TO:
　　
　　INT. LAMBEAU’’S OFFICE -- DAY
　　
　　Will sits in a chair across from Lambeau and the HYPNOTIST.
　　Lambeau’’s assistant， TOM （33） takes notes. The Hypnotist makes
　　small talk with Lambeau， who checks his watch.
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　Shall we start the， uh……
　　
　　WILL
　　Yeah， when do I get my hypnosis？ You
　　guys been talkin’’ for twenty minutes.
　　
　　HYPNOTIST
　　Yes， Will. We’’ll get to that.
　　But first， why don’’t you go to sleep
　　for me.
　　
　　He SNAPS HIS FINGERS and instantly Will’’s head goes BACK and
　　his EYES CLOSE. The Hypnotist gives Lambeau a look.
　　
　　HYPNOTIST （cont’’d）
　　Would you mind standing on one leg？
　　
　　Will gets up and stands on one leg. Lambeau is impressed.
　　
　　TIME CUT TO:
　　
　　INT. LAMBEAU’’S OFFICE -- LATER
　　
　　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.