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　　SKYLAR
　　I don’’t want to "save" you. I just
　　want to be with you. I love you. I
　　love you!
　　
　　Will， full of self-loathing， raises his hand to strike her.
　　
　　WILL
　　Don’’t bullshit me! Don’’t fuckin’’
　　bullshit me!
　　
　　SKYLAR
　　（standing up to him）
　　You know what I want to hear？ I want
　　to hear that you don’’t love me. If
　　you tell me that， then I’’ll leave you
　　alone. I won’’t ask any questions and
　　I won’’t be in your life.
　　
　　A beat. Will looks Skylar dead in the eye. Lowers his hand.
　　
　　WILL
　　I don’’t love you.
　　
　　He walks out.
　　
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　　EXT. SKYLAR’’S DORM -- NIGHT
　　
　　Will leaves pulling on his clothes.
　　
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　　INT. NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY， OFFICE -- DAY
　　
　　Will sits across from two N.S.A. AGENTS， OLIVER DYTRESS and
　　ROBERT TAVANO. These guys ar smug， clean cut， gung-ho and
　　looking sharp in twin navy blue suits.
　　
　　WILL
　　So why do you think I should work for
　　the National Security Agency？
　　
　　DYTRESS
　　Well， you’’d be working on the cutting
　　edge. You’’d be exposed to the kind of
　　technology you couldn’’t see anywhere
　　else because we’’ve classified it.
　　Super string theory， Chaos Math，
　　Advanced algorithms--
　　
　　WILL
　　Codebreaking.
　　
　　DYTRESS
　　That’’s one aspect of what we do.
　　
　　WILL
　　Come on， that’’s what you do. You handle
　　more than eighty percent of the
　　intelligence workload. You’’re seven
　　times the size of the C.I.A.
　　
　　DYTRESS
　　That’’s exactly right， Will. So the
　　question as I see it isn’’t "why should
　　you work for N.S.A." it’’s "why
　　shouldn’’t you？"
　　
　　WILL
　　Why shouldn’’t I work for the National
　　Security Agency？ That’’s a tough one.
　　
　　Will bites his tongue， trying to make this work.
　　
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　　INT. CHUCKIE’’S HOUSE -- DAY
　　
　　Chuckie， Billy， and Will sit in the Sullivan kitchen. Billy
　　cracks open a beer and Chuckie reads the sports page. Both
　　boys are smoking. Will drinks a beer， distractedly. We hear
　　the faint music track and soft moans of a PORNO MOVIE emanating
　　from a back room. After a beat， Chuckie looks up.
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Morgan， if you’’re watchin’’ pornos in
　　my mom’’s room again I’’m gonna give you
　　a fuckin’’ beatin’’!
　　
　　After a beat， Morgan comes out of the back room， red-faced.
　　
　　MORGAN
　　（innocently）
　　What’’s up guys？
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Why don’’t you beat off at your house？
　　
　　MORGAN
　　I don’’t have a VCR at my house.
　　
　　Will pays no attention to this exchange
　　
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　　EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PAY PHONE -- DAY
　　
　　Will is on pay phone talking to Skylar.
　　
　　WILL
　　I just wanted to call before you left.
　　（beat）
　　I’’m takin’’ all these job interviews.
　　So I won’’t just be a construction
　　worker.
　　
　　INT. SKYLAR’’S DORM -- DAY