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　　WILL
　　No.
　　
　　SEAN
　　You’’re just a boy. You don’’t have the
　　faintest idea what you’’re talking about.
　　
　　WILL
　　Why thank you.
　　
　　SEAN
　　You’’ve never been out of Boston.
　　
　　WILL
　　No.
　　
　　SEAN
　　So if I asked you about art you could
　　give me the skinny on every art book
　　ever written……Michelangelo？
　　You know a lot about him I bet. Life’’s
　　work， criticisms， political aspirations.
　　But you couldn’’t tell me what it smells
　　like in the Sistine Chapel. You’’ve
　　never stood there and looked up at
　　that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked
　　you about women I’’m sure you could
　　give me a syllabus of your personal
　　favorites， and maybe you’’ve been laid
　　a few times too. But you couldn’’t
　　tell me how it feels to wake up next
　　to a woman and be truly happy. If I
　　asked you about war you could refer me
　　to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional
　　material， but you’’ve never been in
　　one. You’’ve never held your best
　　friend’’s head in your lap and watched
　　him draw his last breath， looking to
　　you for help. And if I asked you about
　　love I’’d get a sonnet， but you’’ve never
　　looked at a woman and been truly
　　vulnerable. Known that someone could
　　kill you with a look. That someone
　　could rescue you from grief.
　　That God had put an angel on Earth
　　just for you. And you wouldn’’t know
　　how it felt to be her angel. To have
　　the love be there for her forever.
　　Through anything， through cancer. You
　　wouldn’’t know about sleeping sitting
　　up in a hospital room for two months
　　holding her hand and not leaving because
　　the doctors could see in your eyes
　　that the term "visiting hours" didn’’t
　　apply to you. And you wouldn’’t know
　　about real loss， because that only
　　occurs when you lose something you
　　love more than yourself， and you’’ve
　　never dared to love anything that much.
　　I look at you and I don’’t see an
　　intelligent confident man， I don’’t see
　　a peer， and I don’’t see my equal. I
　　see a boy. Nobody could possibly
　　understand you， right Will？ Yet you
　　presume to know so much about me because
　　of a painting you saw. You must know
　　everything about me. You’’re an orphan，
　　right？
　　
　　Will nods quietly.
　　
　　SEAN （cont’’d）
　　Do you think I would presume to know
　　the first thing about who you are
　　because I read "Oliver Twist？" And I
　　don’’t buy the argument that you don’’t
　　want to be here， because I think you
　　like all the attention you’’re getting.
　　Personally， I don’’t care. There’’s
　　nothing you can tell me that I can’’t
　　read somewhere else. Unless we talk
　　about your life. But you won’’t do
　　that. Maybe you’’re afraid of what
　　you might say.
　　
　　Sean stands，
　　
　　SEAN （cont’’d）
　　It’’s up to you.
　　
　　And walks away.
　　
　　CUT TO:
　　
　　INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY
　　
　　Will and Chuckie doing demo at the site. They throw
　　cinderblocks out a window into a pile. They are filthy.
　　
　　CUT TO:
　　
　　EXT. SOUTH BOSTON STREET -- NIGHT
　　
　　Rain pounds South Boston. Chuckie sits with the Cadillac
　　idling， humming to the radio. Morgan and Billy sit in the
　　back， sharing a case of beer. Will is at a pay phone.
　　
　　INT. SKYLAR’’S ROOM -- NIGHT
　　
　　SKYLAR
　　Hello？
　　
　　Will hangs up and runs back to the car， soaked.
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Who’’d you call？
　　
　　WILL
　　No one. I didn’’t have the number.