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You think I’’m afraid of you, you big
fuck? You’’re crowdin’’ the plate.
Will guns another one, way inside.
CHUCKIE
Stop brushin’’ me back!
WILL
Stop crowdin the plate!
Chuckie laughs and steps back.
CHUCKIE
Casey’’s bouncin’’ at a bar up Harvard.
We should go there sometime.
WILL
What are we gonna do up there?
CHUCKIE
I don’’t know, we’’ll fuck up some smart
kids.
(stepping back in)
You’’d prob’’ly fit right in.
WILL
Fuck you.
Will fires a pitch at Chuckie’’s head. Chuckie dives to avoid
being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will.
CUT TO:
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ROOFTOP -- EARLY AFTERNOON
SEAN McGUIRE (52) sits, FORMALLY DRESSED, on the roof of his
apartment building in a beat-up lawn chair. Well-built and
fairly muscular, he stares blankly out over the city.
On his lap rests an open invitation that reads "M.I.T. CLASS
OF ’’67 REUNION."
While the morning is quiet and Sean sits serenely, there is a
look about his that tells us he has faced hard times. This is
a man who fought his way through life. On his lonely stare we:
CUT TO:
EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS LAWN -- DAY
A thirty year REUNION PARTY has taken over the lawn. A well
dressed throng mill about underneath a large banner that reads
"WELCOME BACK CLASS OF ’’72." We find Professor Lambeau standing
with a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd. He is
interrupted by an approaching STUDENT.
STUDENT
Excuse me, Professor Lambeau?
LAMBEAU
Yes.
STUDENT
I’’m in your applied theories class.
We’’re all down at the Math and Science
building.
LAMBEAU
It’’s Saturday.
STUDENT
I know. We just couldn’’t wait ’’till
Monday to find out.
LAMBEAU
Find out what?
STUDENT
Who proved the theorem.
EXT. TOM FOLEY PARK, S. BOSTON -- AFTERNOON
In the bleachers of the visiting section we find our boys,
drinking and smoking cigarettes. Will pops open a beer. The
boys have been here a while and it shows.
Billy sees something that catches his interest.
BILLY
Who’’s that? She’’s got a nice ass.
Their P.O.V. reveals a girl in stretch pants talking to a beefy
looking ITALIAN GUY (BOBBY CHAMPA)
MORGAN
Yah, that is a nice ass.
CHUCKIE
You could put a pool in that backyard.
BILLY
Who’’s she talking to?
MORGAN
That fuckin’’ guinea, Will knows him.
WILL
Yah, Bobby Champa. He used to beat
the shit outta’’ me in Kindergarten.
BILLY
He’’s a pretty big kid.
WILL
Yah, he’’s the same size now as he was
in Kindergarten.
MORGAN
Fuck this, let’’s get something to eat……
fuck? You’’re crowdin’’ the plate.
Will guns another one, way inside.
CHUCKIE
Stop brushin’’ me back!
WILL
Stop crowdin the plate!
Chuckie laughs and steps back.
CHUCKIE
Casey’’s bouncin’’ at a bar up Harvard.
We should go there sometime.
WILL
What are we gonna do up there?
CHUCKIE
I don’’t know, we’’ll fuck up some smart
kids.
(stepping back in)
You’’d prob’’ly fit right in.
WILL
Fuck you.
Will fires a pitch at Chuckie’’s head. Chuckie dives to avoid
being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will.
CUT TO:
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ROOFTOP -- EARLY AFTERNOON
SEAN McGUIRE (52) sits, FORMALLY DRESSED, on the roof of his
apartment building in a beat-up lawn chair. Well-built and
fairly muscular, he stares blankly out over the city.
On his lap rests an open invitation that reads "M.I.T. CLASS
OF ’’67 REUNION."
While the morning is quiet and Sean sits serenely, there is a
look about his that tells us he has faced hard times. This is
a man who fought his way through life. On his lonely stare we:
CUT TO:
EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS LAWN -- DAY
A thirty year REUNION PARTY has taken over the lawn. A well
dressed throng mill about underneath a large banner that reads
"WELCOME BACK CLASS OF ’’72." We find Professor Lambeau standing
with a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd. He is
interrupted by an approaching STUDENT.
STUDENT
Excuse me, Professor Lambeau?
LAMBEAU
Yes.
STUDENT
I’’m in your applied theories class.
We’’re all down at the Math and Science
building.
LAMBEAU
It’’s Saturday.
STUDENT
I know. We just couldn’’t wait ’’till
Monday to find out.
LAMBEAU
Find out what?
STUDENT
Who proved the theorem.
EXT. TOM FOLEY PARK, S. BOSTON -- AFTERNOON
In the bleachers of the visiting section we find our boys,
drinking and smoking cigarettes. Will pops open a beer. The
boys have been here a while and it shows.
Billy sees something that catches his interest.
BILLY
Who’’s that? She’’s got a nice ass.
Their P.O.V. reveals a girl in stretch pants talking to a beefy
looking ITALIAN GUY (BOBBY CHAMPA)
MORGAN
Yah, that is a nice ass.
CHUCKIE
You could put a pool in that backyard.
BILLY
Who’’s she talking to?
MORGAN
That fuckin’’ guinea, Will knows him.
WILL
Yah, Bobby Champa. He used to beat
the shit outta’’ me in Kindergarten.
BILLY
He’’s a pretty big kid.
WILL
Yah, he’’s the same size now as he was
in Kindergarten.
MORGAN
Fuck this, let’’s get something to eat……
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