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[ DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE ]
[ AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD ]
[ MURMURING ]
[ BELL TOLLING ]
Mod f-x-square, d-x.
So please finish Percival for next time.
I know many of you had this as undergraduates, but it wonīt hurt to brush up.
Thank you, Steven.
I also put an advanced Fourier system on the main hallway chalkboard.
Iīm hoping that one of you might prove it by the end of the semester.
Now the person to do so will not only be in my good graces...
but also go on to fame and fortune...
by having their accomplishment recorded and their name printed...
in the auspicious M.I.T. Tech.
Former winners include Nobel laureates, Fieldīs medal winners...
renowned astrophysicists and lowly M.I.T. professors.
Well, thatīs all. If you have any questions...
Iīm sure that Tom has the answers.
[ APPLAUSE ]
[ CHATTERING ]
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
- # [ COUNTRY ] - Hi, Will.
- Kirsten, how you doing ? - Iīm all right. How are you ?
- Good. - I didnīt get on Cathy last night.
- No ? - No.
- Why not ? - I donīt know.
- Cathy ! - What ?
Why didnīt you give me none of that nasty little hoochie-woochie...
- you usually throw at me ? - Oh, fuck you...
and your lrish curse, Chuckie.
Like līd waste my energy spreadinī my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick ?
- Go home and give it a tug yourself. - [ BOY ] Tootsie Roll !
T-Toots ! [ CHUCKLING ]
Sheīs missinī a tooth, Will.
Sheīs got skin problems. I donīt--
Plus, itīs like 5-to-2 Morgan ends up marryinī her, you know what I mean ?
Thereīs only so many times you can bang your friendīs future wife.
Itīs wrong. Where you goinī ?
- Iīm gonna take off. - Fuck you, youīre takinī off. Itīs, like, what, 10:00 ?
No, līm tired.
Irish curse ?
She donīt know. There ainīt no lrish curse.
[ BUFFER HUMMING ]
[ BUFFER CLICKS ]
[ CHALK CLICKING CHALKBOARD ]
[ CHATTERING ]
Out ! Stop pressuring me back.
Stop crowding the plate ! Which one will it be ?
Youīre gonna get charged, you know that ?
You think līm afraid of you, you big fuck ? Youīre crowdinī the fuckinī plate.
Hey, uh, Caseyīs bouncinī up a bar at Harvard next week. We should go up there.
- What are we gonna do up there ? - I donīt know.
Weīll fuck up some smart kids. Probably fit right in.
Ow ! Fuckinī punk.
- Oh, whatīs up ? You still tough ? - Come on !
Come on. Come on. Thatīs it.
# līd hold you forever here #
# ln my arms #
- Professor Lambeau ? - Yes ?
Iīm in your applied theories class. Weīre all up at the math and science building.
- Come here. Itīs Saturday. - [ CHUCKLES ]
- Unless you wanna have a drink with me tonight. - [ CHUCKLING] Maybe.
We just couldnīt wait until Monday to find out.
- Find out what ? - Who proved the theorem.
This is correct. Who did this ?
- Jack ? - It wasnīt me.
- Nemesh ? - [ Chuckling ] N-No way.
- Come on, Joey, now ! - Billy, McNamaraīs up.
[ CHUCKIE ] Come on, kid !
- Joey, dig it out ! Dig it out ! - Son of a bitch !
Bring it down, Mac ! Thatīs how to do it ! Attaboy ! Take two, Mac.
Hey, Morgan, whoīs the girl with the striped pants ? Sheīs got a nice ass.
- [ MORGAN ] Yeah, thatīs a real nice ass. - Whoīs the guy sheīs with ?
That fuckinī guinea. I hate that little bitch. Will knows him.
Yeah, I do. Yeah, fuckinī Carmine Scarpaglia.
- That guy used to beat the shit out of me in kindergarten. - That guy ?
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Fuck this. Letīs get some food.
- Oh, what, Morgan, youīre not gonna go talk to her ? - Fuck her. [ BURPS ]
- I could go for a Whopper. - Letīs go to Kellyīs.
Morgan, līm not goinī to Kellyīs just īcause you like the take-out girl.
- Itīs 15 minutes out of our way. - What the fuck are we gonna do ? We canīt spare 15 minutes ?
[ MORGAN ] DOUBLE BURGER.
Double burger.
Chuck, I had a double burger.
Would you shut the fuck up ! I know what you ordered. I was there.
- So give me my fuckinī sandwich. - What do you mean, your sandwich ? I bought it.
Morgan, how much money you got on you ?
I said līd get change when I get the snow cone.
I said that when we pulled up. Give me my sandwich and stop beinī a prick.
All right, well, give me your fuckinī 16 cents that you got on you now.
Weīll put your fuckinī sandwich on layaway. Here we go. Keep it right up here for ya.
Weīll put you on a program. Every day you come in here with your six cents.
- At the end of the week, you get your sandwich. - Are you gonna be an asshole ?
What am l, fuckinī sandwich welfare ? I think you should establish a good line of credit.
Like how you bought your couch-- payment plans.
Remember how your mother brought in ten dollars every day for a year.
She finally got her couch Rent-A-Center style.
- Can I have my food, please ? - Hereīs your fuckinī double burger.
- Whoa ! - Hey, hold up, Chuck.
- Slow it down. - Who do we got ?
- I donīt know yet. - Hey, douche bag !
- [ GLASS SHATTERING ] - Yeah, you, you skank face !
- Shut the fuck up. - Get outta here. - What are you worried about ?
Why donīt you lick my love stick ?
We seen the guy 15 minutes ago. We shouldīve fight him then. Weīre eatinī our snacks now.
- Shut up, Morgan, youīre goinī. - Iīm not goinī. - So donīt go.
- Iīm not goinī. - Fuckinī go, Morgan.
Let me tell you somethinī. If youīre not out there in two fuckinī seconds,
when līm done with them, youīre next.
Carmine, itīs me, Will. Remember, we went to kindergarten together.
# Way down the street thereīs a light in his place #
- [ Birds Twittering ] - # He opens the door, heīs got that look on his face #
[ BELL TOLLS ]
- Fuckinī, letīs go, man. - Step on his fuckinī head.
Get his ass on the ground. Stop that motherfucker.
Motherfucker, die !
- Carter ! - Come on ! - [ GROANING ]
[ CHUCKIE ] Will ! Will, come on !
Will, come on. Letīs go. Letīs go.
Easy, brother, easy.
- [ CHUCKIE ] Hey, fellas, thanks for cominī out. - Come here !
Whoa ! Whoa !
[ Groans ]
[ DISPATCHER ON WALKIE-TALKIE, INDISTINCT ]
Ah. Fuck.
[ STUDENTS CHATTERING ]
Is it just my imagination, or has my class grown considerably ?
Well, by no stretch of my imagination...
do I believe youīve all come here to hear me lecture.
Rather, to ascertain the identity of the mystery math magician.
So without further adieu, come forward, silent rogue, and receive thy prize.
Well, līm sorry to disappoint my spectators, but...
it seems there will be no unmasking here today.
However, uh, my colleagues and I have conferred,
and there is a problem on the board right now...
that took us more than two years to prove.
So let this be said: The gauntlet has been thrown down,
but the faculty have answered and answered with vigor.
[ CAR ALARM SCREECHES ]
Hey, whenīs the arraignment ?
Next week.
[ CHALK CLICKING CHALKBOARD ]
[ CHATTERING ]
Sorry.
- What are you doing ? - Sorry.
Thatīs peopleīs work. You canīt graffiti here.
- Donīt you walk away from me ! - Hey, fuck you !
Oh, youīre a clever one. Whatīs your name ?
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
Oh, my God.
Looks right.
[ CHEERING ]
Will, how retarded do you gotta be to get fired from that job ?
I mean, how hard is it to push a motherfuckinī broom around ?
Mitch, you got fired from pushinī a fuckinī broom.
I got fired īcause management was restructuring.
Yeah, restructuring the amount of retards they had workinī for īem.
Shut up. You get canned more than tuna, bitch.
At least I got a motherfuckinī job right now, donīt I ?
- Whyīd you get fired, Will ? Come on. - Management was restructuring.
- My uncle could probably get you on a demo team. - Can he do that ?
You kiddinī me ! I asked you yesterday if I could get a job.
And I told you "no" yesterday.
- Whatīs up, Casey ? - Whatīs up, Case ? - Whatīs up, Big Case ?
# [ ROCK ]
Letīs sit over here.
All right. Letīs go.
Oh, this is-- this is a Harvard bar, huh ?
I thought thereīd be, like, equations and shit on the wall.
I will take a pitcher of the finest lager in the house.
Timeout. Iīm gonna have to bust a little move on them Harvard hotties down there at the bar.
- Work some magic. - Get some potion for us.
- [ GIGGLING ] - Oh, hello. - Oh, hello.
- Hi. How are ya ? - Fine.
- So, do you ladies, uh-- - Come here often ?
Do I come here ? I come here a bit.
Iīm here, you know, from time to time.
- Do you go to school here ? - Yep.
- Yeah, thatīs it. I think I had a class with you. - Oh, yeah. What class ?
- History. - Maybe.
Yes, I think thatīs what it was.
You donīt necessarily-- may not remember me. You know, I like it here.
- It doesnīt mean īcause I go here, līm a genius. I am very smart. - Hey.
- Hey, howīs it goinī ? How are ya ? - Good. How ya doinī ?
What class did you say that was ?
- [ TOGETHER ] HISTORY. - YEAH.
Just history ? It must have been a survey course then.
- Yeah, it was. It was surveys. - Right.
You should check it out. Itīs a good course. Itīd be a good class.
- Howīd you like that course ? - You know, frankly,
- I found that class, you know, rather elementary. - Elementary.
- You know, I donīt doubt that it was. - Yeah.
I, uh, I remember that class.
It was, um-- It was just between recess and lunch.
Clark, why donīt you go away ?
- Why donīt you relax ? - Why donīt you go away ?
-Iīm just havinī fun with my new friend. -Are we gonna have a problem ?
No, no, no, no. Thereīs no problem here.
I was just hoping you might give me some insight into the evolution...
of the market economy in the southern colonies.
My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War, the economic modalities--
especially in the southern colonies--
could most aptly be characterized as...
- agrarian precapitalist. - Let me tell you somethinī.
Of course thatīs your contention. Youīre a first-year grad student.
You just got finished readinī some Marxian historian-- Pete Garrison, probably--
Youīre gonna be convinced of that till next month when you get to James Lemon.
Then youīre gonna be talkinī about how the economies of Virginia and Pennsylvania...
were entrepreneurial and capitalist way back in 1740.
Thatīs gonna last until next year. Youīre gonna be in here regurgitatinī Gordon Wood,
talkinī about, you know, the prerevolutionary utopia...
and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization.
[ SCOFFS ] Well, as a matter of fact, I wonīt,
because Wood drastically underestimates the impact of--
Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions...
predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth.
You got that from Vickersī Work in Essex County. Page 98, right ?
I read that too. Were you gonna plagiarize the whole thing for us ?
Do you have any thoughts of your own on this matter ?
Or is that your thing ? You come into a bar. You read some obscure passage.
Then pretend-- pawn it off as your own.
As your own idea just to impress some girls ? Embarrass my friend ?
See, the sad thing about a guy like you is, in 50 years,
youīre gonna start doinī some thinkinī on your own.
Youīre gonna come up with the fact that there are two certainties in life.
One: Donīt do that.
And two: You dropped 150 grand on a fuckinī education...
you couldīve got for $1.50 in late charges at the public library.
[ CHUCKLING ]
Yeah, but I will have a degree,
and youīll be servinī my kids fries at a drive through on our way to a skiing trip.
Maybe, but at least I wonīt be unoriginal.
If you have a problem with that, we could step outside. We could figure it out.
No, man, thereīs no problem. Itīs cool.
- Itīs cool ? - Yeah.
- Cool. - Damn right, itīs cool.
How do you like me now ?
My boyīs wicked smart.
I just spent three minutes in this fuckinī place and run into a barney, huh ?
There it is.
- Nice to meet you. - They were fine, man.
I was gonna close the deal, but then Chuck-- Billy insulted one of īem--
The heavyset girl said I had a receding hairline, and I was a few pounds overweight.
And I was, like, "Go fuck yourself."
I swallowed a bug.
[ CHUCKLING ] HI.
- Youīre an idiot. - What ?
Youīre an idiot. Iīve been sitting over there for 45 minutes...
waiting for you to come and talk to me.
But līm tired now, and I have to go home.
I couldnīt sit there anymore waiting for you.
- Iīm Will. - Skylar.
- Oh, and by the way,
that guy over there-- Michael Bolton clone--
He wasnīt sitting with us, so to speak.
- I know. I kinda got that impression. - Good. Okay.
Well, līve got to go.
Gotta get up early and waste some more money on my overpriced education.
- No, I didnīt mean you. - Thatīs all right.
Thereīs my number. Maybe we can go out for coffee sometime.
All right, yeah. Maybe we can just get together and eat a bunch of caramels.
- What do you mean ? - When you think about it,
- itīs as arbitrary as drinkinī coffee. - Oh. Yeah. Okay.
Uh, right, then.
- Oh, come on. Youīre kidding. - [ GIGGLING]
Yo !
- Fuck you, bitch ! - Fuck you.
- There goes them fuckinī barneys right now with his skiinī trip. - Hold on.
We shouldīve beat that old bitchīs ass.
Do you like apples ?
- Yeah. - Yeah ?
Well, I got her number ! How do you like them apples ?
[ CHUCKLING ]
# We arrived tonight #
# The miles were over me #
# I turned off the light #
# So, come on, night #
# Everyone whoīs gone #
# Home to oblivion #
# So come home #
# So come on by #
Come.
Excuse me ? ls this the Buildings and Grounds office ?
Yeah. What can I do for you ?
I just need the name of a student who works here.
- No students work for me. - Could you please check ?
I have this guy who works in my building.
- Heīs about this high. - Which one is your building ?
- Two. - Two. Building two.
- Look, if anything was stolen, I should know about it. - No, itīs nothing like that.
I just need his name.
- I canīt give you his name unless you have a complaint. - This is Professor Lambeau.
And this is Professor Hayes.
Tom, please.
This is important. Please.
Will didnīt show for work today.
[ SIGHS ] Got this job through his P.O. You can call him.
- P.O. ? - Yeah. Parole officer.
Thank you.
Asshole.
[ CHUCKLING ]
[ Will ] There is a lengthy legal precedent, Your Honor, going back to 1789,
whereby a defendant can claim self-defense against an agent of the government...
if that act is deemed a defense against tyranny, a defense of liberty.
[ CLEARS THROAT ] Your Honor, Henry Ward Beecher,
- in Proverbs from the Plymouth Pulpit, 1887, said, quote-- - 1887 ?
- Excuse me. - This is the 20th century.
- Heīs gonna make a mockery. - I am afforded the right to speak in my own defense, sir,
by the Constitution of the United States.
- Donīt tell me about the Constitution. - This guarantees my liberty.
"Liberty," in case youīve forgotten, is a soulīs right to breathe.
When it cannot take a long breath, laws are girded too tight.
- Without liberty, man is a syncope. - Man is a what ?
- Ibid., Your Honor. - Son, my turn.
Iīve been sitting here for ten minutes now lookinī over this rap sheet of yours.
I just canīt believe it. June ī93, assault.
September ī93, assault.
Grand theft auto, February of ī94.
Where, apparently, you defended yourself and had the case thrown out by citing...
"free property rights of horse and carriage" from 1798.
Joke. January ī95, impersonating an officer.
Mayhem, theft, resisting. All overturned.
Iīm also aware that youīve been through several foster homes.
The state removed you from three because of serious physical abuse.
You know, another judge might care, but you hit a cop. Youīre going in.
Motion to dismiss is denied. $50,000 bail.
- [ GAVEL POUNDS ] - THANK YOU.
[ WOMAN ] Rise.
[ RINGING ]
- Hello ? - [ WILL ] Uh, Skylar ?
- Yep. - Hey, uh, itīs Will.
- Who ? - Itīs Will.
You know, the really funny, good-looking guy you met at the bar the other night.
I donīt recall meeting anyone who matches that description. I think līd remember.
Oh, all right, you got me. Itīs the ugly, obnoxious, toothless loser...
who got hammered and wouldnīt leave you alone all night.
- Oh, Will ! I remember. - [ CHUCKLING ]
How are you ? I was wondering if youīd call me.
- Yeah, look, I was wondering-- - Yo, whatīs up, baby ?
- Hold on one second. - What you doing ? Want some of my ass ?
- Herve, I remember you from juvi. How you doing ? - What you doing ?
Oh, yeah, sorry about that.
I was wonderinī maybe we could get together sometime this week.
- Sit out at a cafe. Maybe have some caramels. - Oh, that sounds wonderful.
- Yeah ? - Yeah, sure. Where are you ?
Uh, well, actually, this is just a shot in the dark,
but, uh, thereīs no chance that youīre pre-law, is there ?
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
Nice talking to ya.
What the fuck do you want ?
Iīm Gerald Lambeau.
Professor you told to fuck himself.
Well, what the fuck do you want ?
Iīve spoken to the judge, and heīs agreed to release you under my supervision.
- Really ? - Yeah.
- Under two conditions. - What are those ?
First condition is that you meet with me every week.
- What for ? - Go over the proof youīre working on,
get into some more advanced...
combinatorial mathematics,
finite math.
Sounds like a real hoot.
And the second condition is that--
that you see a therapist.
Iīm responsible to submit reports on those meetings.
If you fail to meet with any of those conditions, you will have to serve time.
All right. Iīll do the math, but līm not gonna meet with any fuckinī therapist.
Itīs better than spending that time in jail, isnīt it ?
[ LAUGHING ]
[ CLEARS THROAT ]
[ DOG BARKING ]
I read your book, and "Mike" was havinī the same problems...
that "Chad," the stockbroker, was havinī.
Absolutely right. Right on the button. Good for you, Will.
- Very nice. - Thank you.
Will, the pressures-- and līm not judging them.
Iīm not labeling them,
but they are destroying your potential.
No more shenanigans. No more tomfoolery. No more ballyhoo.
Youīre right. God, I know.
Youīre not gonna get off that easily. Come on, Will. A bit more.
- Well, I mean, I do do things, you know ? - What-- What kind of things ?
I do things that, you know, I mean, I hide from people.
- You hide, do you ? - No, no. I mean, I like-- I go places. I interact.
- Really ? What sort of places ? - Just certain clubs.
More. Thatīs nice. Yes. What sort of clubs ?
Like, uh, like Fantasy.
Fantasy. Thatīs nice. A bit more.
Itīs something like when you get in there, the music, like, owns you.
Itīs like that house music. Itīs like-- # Bom, bom, bom #
# Bom-bom-bom Boom, boom, boom, boom #
- You know, you start dancinī. - Boom, boom, boom. Yeah.
Itīs just--
Yes.
[ CHUCKLING, SIGHING ]
Do you find it hard to hide the fact that youīre gay ?
[ STAMMERING ] What are you talking about ? What ?
Look, buddy, two seconds ago, you were ready to give me a jump.
A jump ? Are you-- [ LAUGHING ]
Iīm terribly sorry to disappoint you.
Hey, I donīt have a problem with it. I donīt care if you putt from the rough.
What are you-- P-- Putting from the rough ? What on earth are you talking about ?
A difficult theorem could be like a symphony.
Itīs very erotic.
[ THERAPIST ] You go somewhere else. I canīt handle this.
- Wow. - [ WILL ] Thank you, Henry.
- [ GRUNTING ] Ah, Henry. - Hi, Gerry.
You know something ? I canīt do this pro bono work anymore.
- Itīs just not-- Itīs not worth it. - What happened ?
Well, līm going on national television next week.
I mean, I havenīt got time to tell you, much less talk to that raving looney in there.
An absolute lunatic, he is.
[ LAMBEAU ] Henry.
[ MAN ] Okay, you are in your bed, Will.
Now, how old are you ?
Seven.
What do you see ?
Somethingīs in my room.
What is it ?
Itīs like a-- Itīs a figure. Itīs hoverinī over me.
You are in a safe place, Will.
Itīs t-- [ SIGHS ] ltīs touchinī me.
Where is it touching you ?
Itīs touching me down there,
and līm nervous.
You donīt have to be nervous, Will.
We start dancinī and dancinī.
Itīs just beautiful,
īcause we can make...
a lot of love before the sun goes down.
# Skyrockets in flight #
# Afternoon delight #
- # Hey, hey, hey, afternoon delight # - Jesus.
# Skyrockets in flight Da-da-da-da #
- Iīm sorry, Rich. - I have better things to do with my time.
# Hey, hey, afternoon delight # Come on ! One dance !
You really hypnotized me, you know ?
- For Godīs sake, Will. - What ? Oh, come on. He left. You canīt pin that on me.
- I told you to cooperate with these people. - Look...
- into my eyes. - Get out, Will.
I donīt need therapy.
- Thatīs enough. Get out ! - [ IMITATING SPOOKY SOUND ]
- I called Mel Weintraub this morning to see-- - Oh, whatīs the use ?
What do you want to do ?
- [ SIGHS ] Well, thereīs someone. - Who is he ?
He used to be my, uh-- my roommate in college.
Trust. Very important in a relationship.
Itīs also very important in a clinical situation.
Why is trust the most important thing...
in making a breakthrough with a client ?
Maureen, stop the oral fixation for a moment and join us.
- Vinnie. - Um--
Because, uh--
Trust is, uh-- Trust is life.
Wow. Thatīs very deep. Thank you, Vinnie.
[ PROFESSOR ] Next time, get the notes from your brother.
If a patient doesnīt feel safe enough trust you, then they wonīt be honest with you.
Then thereīs really no point for them being in therapy.
I mean, hey, if they donīt trust you, youīre never gonna get them to sleep with you.
That should be the goal of any good therapist. Nail īem while theyīre vulnerable.
Thatīs my motto.
Oh, good, everyoneīs back. Welcome back, everybody.
- Hello, Sean. - Hey, Gerry.
Um, ladies and gentlemen, we are in the presence of greatness.
Professor Gerald Lambeau, Fieldīs medal winner for combinatorial mathematics.
- Hello. - Anyone know what the Fieldīs medal is ?
Itīs a really big deal. Itīs like the Nobel prize for math.
Except they only give it out once every four years. Itīs a great thing.
Itīs an amazing honor. Okay, everybody, thatīs it for today.
Thanks. Weīll see you Monday. Weīll be talking about Freud.
Why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse. Thank you.
- How are you ? - Itīs good to see you.
Good to see you.
- Sean, I think I got something interesting for ya. - Yeah ?
What, you have to have blood and urine ? Whatīs up ?
Why didnīt you come to the reunion ?
You know, līm-- Iīve been busy.
- You were missed. - Really ?
- So how long has it been since weīve seen each other ? - Before Nancy died.
Yeah, līm sorry.
I was in Paris. It was that damn conference.
I got your card. It was nice.
[ GRUNTING ]
- Come here. - Now thatīs a takedown.
Hey, what happened ? Did you get leniency or what ?
I got, uh, probation and then counseling two days a week.
Joke. Youīre a smoothie. Come on, Morgan ! Just submit !
- [ GROANING ] - [ CHUCKLING ]
Hey, Bill, just-just get off him. Weīre gonna miss the game.
- Iīve got a full schedule. Iīm very busy. - Sean, Sean.
This-This boy is incredible. Iīve never seen anything like him.
What makes him so incredible, Gerry ?
- You ever heard of Ramanujan ? - Yeah, yeah. No.
Itīs a man. He lived over 100 years ago. He was lndian.
- Dots, not feathers. - Not feathers. Yeah.
He lived in this tiny hut somewhere in lndia.
He had no formal education.
- He had no access to any scientific work. - Coffee ?
- You, sir ? - Just a little.
But he came across this old math book,
and from the simple text, he was able to extrapolate theories...
that had baffled mathematicians for years.
Yes. Continued fractions. He wrote, uh--
- Well, he mailed it to Hardy at Cambridge. - Yeah, Cambridge. Yeah.
- And Hardy immediately recognized the brilliance of his work... - Mm-hmm.
and brought him over to England, and then they worked together for years,
creating some of the most exciting math theory ever done.
This-This Ramanujan--
his-his genius was unparalleled, Sean.
- Well, this boyīs just like that. - Hmm.
- But heīs-- heīs a bit defensive. - Hmm.
I need someone who can get through to him.
- Like me ? - Yeah, like you.
- Why ? - Well, because you have the same kind of background.
- What background ? - Well, youīre from the same neighborhood.
- Heīs from Southie ? - Yeah.
Boy genius from Southie.
- How many shrinks you go to before me ? - Five.
- Let me guess. Barry ? Henry ? Not Rick ? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Sean, please, just meet with him once a week. - Mm-hmm.
Please ?
Itīs a poker game with this kid. Donīt let him know what youīve got.
He probably even read your book, if he could find it.
Itīs gonna be hard for him to find.
- Hi, Will. - Hi.
This is Sean Maguire. Will Hunting.
How are ya ?
- Yeah. Letīs get started. - Yeah, letīs do it.
Iīm pumped. Letīs let the healing begin.
- Will you excuse us ? - Yeah, please, Tom.
You, too, Gerry.
Yeah, of course.
- How are you ? - [ DOOR CLOSES ]
Where you from in Southie ?
-I like what youīve done with the place. -Oh, thanks.
Do you buy all these books retail,
or do you send away for, like, a "shrink kit" that comes with all these volumes included ?
- Do you like books ? - Yeah.
- Did you read any of these books ? - I donīt know.
- How about any of these books ? - Probably not.
What about the ones on the top shelf ? You read those ?
- Yeah, I read those. - Good for you. What do you think about īem ?
Iīm not here for a fuckinī book report. Theyīre your books. Why donīt you read īem ?
I did. I had to.
- Mustīve taken you a long time. - Yeah, it did.
United States of America: A Complete History, Volume l.
Jesus. If you wanna read a real history book,
read Howard Zinnīs A Peopleīs History in the United States.
That bookīll fuckinī knock you on your ass.
Better than Chomskyīs Manufacturing Consent ?
- Do you think thatīs a good book ? - You fuckinī people baffle me.
You spend all your money on these fuckinī fancy books. You surround yourselves with īem.
- Theyīre the wrong fuckinī books. - What are the right fuckinī books, Will ?
- Whatever blows your hair back. - Yeah. Havenīt got much hair left.
Hey, you know youīd be better shoving that cigarette up your ass.
- Itīd probably be healthier for you. - Yeah, I know.
- It really gets in the way of my yoga. - You work out, huh ?
- What, you lift ? - Yeah.
- Nautilus ? - No, free weights.
- Oh, really ? Free weights, huh ? - Yeah. Yeah, big time.
- Yeah ? - Just like that.
- What do you bench ? - 285. What do you bench ?
You paint that ?
- Yeah. Do you paint ? - Uh-uh.
- Do you sculpt ? - No.
Do you like art ?
- Do you like music ? - This is a real piece of shit.
Oh, tell me what you really think.
Just the linear and impressionistic mix makes a very muddled composition.
Itīs also a Winslow Homer rip-off, except you got whitey rowinī the boat there.
Well, itīs art, Monet. It wasnīt very good.
- Thatīs not really what concerns me though. - What concerns you ?
-Just the coloring. -You know what the real bitch of it is ?
Itīs paint-by-number.
Is it color-by-number ? Because the colors are fascinating to me.
- Arenīt they really ? - You bet.
I think youīre about one step away from cuttinī your fuckinī ear off.
- Really ? - Oh, yeah.
Think I should move to the south of France, change my name to "Vincent" ?
- You ever heard the sayinī, "any port in a storm" ? - Yeah.
- Yeah, maybe that means you. - In what way ?
- Maybe youīre in the middle of a storm, a big fuckinī storm. - Yeah, maybe.
The skyīs fallinī on your head. The waves are crashinī over your little boat.
The oars are about to snap. [ SNIFFING ]
You just piss in your pants. Youīre cryinī for the harbor.
So maybe you do what you gotta do to get out.
You know, maybe you became a psychologist.
Bingo. Thatīs it. Let me do my job now. You start with me. Come on.
- Maybe you married the wrong woman. - Maybe you should watch your mouth !
Watch it right there, chief, all right ?
Ah.
Thatīs it, isnīt it ?
You married the wrong woman.
What happened ? What, did she leave you ?
Was she, you know-- [ WHISTLING ] banging some other guy ?
If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you.
I will fuckinī end you.
Got that, chief ?
Timeīs up.
Yeah.
At ease, gentlemen.
You okay ?
Look, līll understand if you donīt wanna meet with him again.
Thursday, 4:00. Make sure the kidīs here.
Yeah.
Thanks.
[ CHATTERING ]
Well, you look lovely in those glasses.
- Thank you very much. - Theyīre just beautiful.
- Yes, I always wanted dark blue eye shadow. - Wonderful.
Growing up in England, you know, I went to a very nice school.
You know, it was kind of progressive, organic, do-it-yourself, private school.
Then Harvard. Hopefully med school.
You know, I figured out, by the end,
my brainīs gonna be worth $250,000.
That sounded horrible, didnīt it ?
- [ CLAKING ] - Bring me another mai tai !
Yeah, thatīs cool. I mean, I bet your parents were happy to pay.
No, I was happy to pay. I inherited the money.
Wow. Is Harvard gettinī all that money ?
No, Stanford. Iīm going there in June when I graduate.
All right, so you just wanted to use this sailor and then run away, huh ?
I was gonna, you know, experiment on you for anatomy class first, obviously.
In that case, thatīs fine.
- Hey, you wanna see my magic tricks, Skylar ? - Of course.
All right. Promise to--
All right.
- This oneīs for you, Rudolph. - Wait, wait. You need my wand.
All right, give me a hit. Thank you. All right.
Iīm gonna make all these caramels disappear.
You ready ? Ready.
One, two, three.
- [ Gasps ] - [ Chuckles ] Theyīre all gone.
That was my-- It works better when I have my rabbit.
WELL-- [ CLEARS THROAT ]
I donīt really date, you know, that much.
How very unfortunate... I think for me. [ CHUCKLING ]
You know what I mean ? I know youīve been thinking about it.
- Oh, no, I havenīt. - Yes, you have.
- No, I really havenīt. - Yes, you have. You were hoping to get a good night kiss.
No, you know, I tell ya, I was hopinī to get a good night laid.
[ LAUGHING ]
But līll settle for, like, a kiss, you know ?
- How very noble of you. - Thank you.
- Mm. - No, I was-- I was hopinī for a kiss.
Well, why donīt we just get it out of the way now ?
- Right now ? - Yeah.
Come on.
[ GIGGLING ]
I think I got some of your pickle.
You again, huh ?
Come with me.
So whatīs this ? A Tasterīs Choice moment between guys ?
This is really nice. You got a thing for swans ? ls this, like, a fetish ?
Is it something, like, maybe we need to devote some time to ?
- Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting. - Oh.
Stayed up half the night thinking about it.
Something occurred to me.
I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and havenīt thought about you since.
- You know what occurred to me ? - No.
Youīre just a kid. You donīt have the faintest idea what youīre talking about.
- Why, thank you. - Itīs all right.
Youīve never been out of Boston.
Nope.
So if I asked you about art, youīd probably give me the skinny...
on every art book ever written.
Michelangelo ? You know a lot about him.
Lifeīs work, political aspirations. Him and the pope.
Sexual orientation. The whole works, right ?
I bet you canīt tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel.
You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
Seeing that.
If I ask you about women,
youīll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites.
You may have even been laid a few times.
But you canīt tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman...
and feel truly happy.
Youīre a tough kid.
I ask you about war, youīd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right ?
"Once more into the breach, dear friends."
But youīve never been near one.
Youīve never held your best friendīs head in your lap...
and watch him gasp his last breath lookinī to you for help.
If I asked you about love, youīd probably quote me a sonnet,
but youīve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable.
Known someone that could level you with her eyes.
Feelinī like God put an angel on Earth just for you,
who could rescue you from the depths of hell.
And you wouldnīt know what itīs like to be her angel,
to have that love for her be there forever.
Through anything. Through cancer.
And you wouldnīt know about sleepinī sittinī up in a hospital room...
for two months, holding her hand,
because the doctors could see in your eyes...
that the terms "visiting hours" donīt apply to you.
You donīt know about real loss,
īcause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt youīve ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you. I donīt see an intelligent, confident man.
I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.
But youīre a genius, Will. No one denies that.
No one could possibly understand the depths of you.
But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine.
You ripped my fuckinī life apart.
Youīre an orphan, right ?
Do you think līd know the first thing about how hard your life has been--
how you feel, who you are--
because I read Oliver Twist ?
Does that encapsulate you ?
Personally, I donīt give a shit about all that, because--
You know what ? I canīt learn anything from you...
I canīt read in some fuckinī book.
Unless you wanna talk about you,
who you are.
And līm fascinated. Iīm in.
But you donīt wanna do that, do you, sport ?
Youīre terrified of what you might say.
Your move, chief.
[ CHATTERING ]
[ KNOCKING ]
[ MACHINERY HUMMING ]
[ RINGING ]
Hello ? Hello ?
Hello ?
Professor Valenti, are you calling me again ?
Freak.
- Oh, God. - Christ, who did you call ?
- No one. I forgot the number. - You fuckinī retarded ?
You went all the way out there in the rain, and you didnīt bring the number.
No, it was your motherīs 900 number. I just ran out of quarters.
Why donīt we get off on mothers ? I just got off yours.
- [ LAUGHING ] - [ BILLY ] Thatīs pretty funny, Morgan.
Thatīs a fuckinī nickel, bitch.
- Keep antagonizing me. Watch what happens. - All right, then, Morgan.
- Watch what happens. - All right, then, Morgan.
[ MORGAN ] Keep fuckinī with me.
No smoking.
What do you mean, he didnīt talk ? You were in there for an hour.
He just sat there counting the seconds until the session was over.
- Pretty impressive, actually. - Why would he do that ?
To prove to me he doesnīt have to talk to me if he doesnīt want to.
What is this ? Some kind of staring contest between two kids from the old neighborhood ?
Yeah, it is, and I canīt talk first.
We know your theory, Alexander, but the boyīs found a simple geometrical picture.
- A tree structure wonīt work. - Look now. Heīs joining the two vertices.
But I can do the sum.
- Itīs how you group the terms, Alexander. - But, Gerry.
If we do the whole thing this way, then--
Hey, look, look.
[ WILL ] I wrote it down. Itīs simpler this way.
Sometimes people get lucky.
Youīre a brilliant man.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
# [ WHISTLING ]
You know, I was on this plane once,
and līm sittinī there, and...
the captain gets on, he does his whole, you know,
"weīll be cruisinī at 35,000 feet," but then he puts the mike down.
- He forgets to turn it off. - Mm-hmm.
So he turns to the copilot. Heīs, like,
"You know, all I could use right now is a fuckinī blow job and a cup of coffee."
So the stewardess fuckinī goes bombinī up from the back of the plane...
to tell him the microphoneīs still on.
This guy in the back of the planeīs like, "Hey, hon, donīt forget the coffee."
[ CHUCKLING ] You ever been on a plane ?
No, but itīs a fuckinī joke. It works better if I tell it in the first person.
Yeah, it does.
I have been laid, you know ?
Really ? Good for you.
- Big time, big time. - Big time, huh ?
I went on a date last week.
- Howīd it go ? - It was good.
- Goinī out again ? - I donīt know.
- Why ? - Havenīt called her.
- Christ, youīre an amateur. - I know what līm doinī.
Yeah. Donīt worry about me. I know what līm doinī.
Yeah, but this girl was, like, you know, beautiful.
Sheīs smart. Sheīs fun. Sheīs different from most of the girls līve been with.
- So call her up, Romeo. - Why, so I can realize sheīs not that smart.
That sheīs fuckinī boring ? You know, I mean, you donīt--
This girlīs, like, fuckinī perfect right now. I donīt wanna ruin that.
Maybe youīre perfect right now. Maybe you donīt wanna ruin that.
But I think thatīs a super philosophy, Will.
That way, you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody.
My wife used to fart when she was nervous.
She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies.
You know, she used to fart in her sleep.
Just thought līd share that with you.
One night it was so loud, it woke the dog up.
[ BOTH LAUGHING ]
She woke up and gone, like, "Was that you ?"
I said, "Yeah." I didnīt have the heart to tell her. Oh, God.
- She woke herself up ? [ LAUGHING ] - Yes.
Oh, Christ. But, Will, sheīs been dead two years and thatīs the shit I remember.
Itīs wonderful stuff, you know ? Little things like that.
Yeah, but those are the things I miss the most.
Those little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about.
Thatīs what made her my wife.
Boy, and she had the goods on me too. She knew all my little peccadillos.
People call these things "imperfections," but theyīre not.
Thatīs the good stuff.
And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds.
Youīre not perfect, sport.
And let me save you the suspense.
This girl you met, she isnīt perfect either.
But the question is whether or not youīre perfect for each other.
Thatīs the whole deal. Thatīs what intimacy is all about.
Now you can know everything in the world, sport,
but the only way youīre findinī out that one is by givinī it a shot.
You certainly wonīt learn from an old fucker like me.
Even if I did know, I wouldnīt tell a pissant like you.
[ CHUCKLING ] Yeah, why not ?
You told me every other fuckinī thing. Jesus Christ.
Fuckinī talk more than any shrink I ever seen in my life.
I teach the shit. I didnīt say I knew how to do it.
Yeah.
[ SIGHS ] You ever think about gettinī remarried ?
My wifeīs dead.
- Hence the word "remarried." - Sheīs dead.
Yeah, well, I think thatīs a super philosophy, Sean.
I mean, that way, you can actually go through the rest of your life...
without ever really knowing anybody.
Timeīs up.
- Hold it open. - Okay.
- THANKS. - [ CHATTERING ]
# [ PIANO ]
[ Woman ] # I am happy with you #
# I know līm about to love you #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah You know him #
- [ KNOCKING ] - # Oh, my, you made me-- #
"G" minor seventh. Saddest of all chords.
- Hello. - Hey.
- Where have you been ? - Iīm sorry. Iīve been, like-- Iīve been really busy, and--
- [ CLEARS THROAT ] But, um-- - Mmm. Me too.
Yeah. I-- I thought youīd call.
Yeah, um--
- I mean, we had a really good time. - I had a really good time too.
I mean, I just-- I--
Iīm sorry, you know. I blew it.
No. No, I mean, you know, itīs all right.
Yeah, um, so, I was wonderinī if, uh,
if, you know, youīd give me another crack at it.
You know, let me take you out again.
- I canīt. - All right.
Oh, no, I didnīt-- I didnīt mean I canīt, like, ever.
I just canīt right now.
Iīve got to assign the proton spectrum for "ebogamine."
All that sounds really, really interesting. Itīs actually fantastically boring.
- All right, um-- - Maybe some other time.
- Like tomorrow ? - Um, yeah, all right.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
[ BELL TOLLING ]
- [ KNOCKING ] - What are you doing here ?
I couldnīt wait till tomorrow.
Where the fuck did you get this ?
I had to sleep with someone in your class.
Oh, I hope it was someone with the open-toed sandals and the really bad breath.
- Come on. Letīs go have some fun. - No, līve got to learn this.
Well, youīre not going into surgery tomorrow, are you ?
- No. - Letīs go.
- [ BELL RINGS ] - [ CROWD SHOUTING ]
Oh, my God ! My dog is winning !
Come on, Misty !
Come on ! Run ! Look at that ! Come on !
Look, there he goes. Misty, run ! Come on !
- We won. [ LAUGHS ] - He totally won.
So did you grow up around here then ?
Not far. South Boston.
Still glowing from my win.
Look at you. Youīre so happy.
And what was that like then ?
It was normal, I guess. Nothinī special.
Do you got lots of brothers and sisters ?
- Do I have a lot of brothers and sisters ? - Thatīs what I said.
- Well, lrish Catholic, what do you think ? - Right. Thatīs right.
- How many ? - You wouldnīt believe me if I told you.
- Why ? Go on. What ? Five ? - No.
Seven ? Eight ? How many ?
- I have 12 big brothers. - You do not !
No, I swear to God. I swear to God. Iīm lucky 13 right here.
Do you know all their names ?
Do l-- Yeah, theyīre my brothers.
What are they called ?
Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby, Johnny and Brian.
Say it again.
Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby, Johnny and Brian.
And Willy.
- Willy ? - Yeah.
- Will. - Wow.
- Do you still see all of them ? - Yeah, well, they all live in Southie.
-Iīm livinī with three of īem right now. -Oh, yeah ?
- Yeah. - Iīd like to meet them.
Yeah, weīll do that.
Oh, you know, I read your book last night.
- Oh, so youīre the one. - [ LAUGHS ]
Do you still, uh-- Do you still counsel veterans ?
No, I donīt.
- Why not ? - Well, I gave it up when my wife got sick.
You ever wonder what your life would be like if you, uh, if you never met your wife ?
What ? Wonder if līd be better off without her ?
- No, no, no, līm not saying, like, better off. - No.
- I didnīt mean it like that. - Itīs all right. Itīs an important question.
īCause youīll have bad times, but thatīll always wake you up...
to the good stuff you werenīt paying attention to.
And you donīt regret meetinī your wife ?
Why ? īCause the pain I feel now ?
Oh, I got regrets, Will, but I donīt regret a single day I spent with her.
So when did you know, like, that she was the one for you ?
October 21, 1975.
Jesus Christ. You know the fuckinī day ?
Oh, yeah, īcause it was game six of the World Series, biggest game in Red Sox history.
- Yeah, sure. - My friends and I had slept out all night to get tickets.
- You got tickets ? - Yep. Day of the game I was sittinī in a bar,
waitinī for the game to start and in walks this girl.
It was an amazing game though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up.
It was 6-6. It went to 12.
Bottom of the 12th, in stepped Carlton Fisk, old Pudge.
Steps up to the plate. You know, heīs got that weird stance.
- Yeah, yeah. - And then-- Boom ! He clocks it, you know.
High fly ball down the left field line !
Thirty-five thousand people on their feet, yellinī at the ball.
But thatīs nothinī, īcause Fisk, heīs wavinī at the ball like a madman.
- Yeah, līve seen that. - "Get over ! Get over !
- Right. - Get over !"
Then it hits the foul pole. He goes ape-shit, and 35,000 fans--
They charge the field, you know.
Yeah, and heīs fuckinī blowinī people outta the way.
"Get outta the way ! Get outta the way !"
I canīt fuckinī believe you had tickets to that fuckinī game !
- Did you rush the field ? - No, I didnīt rush the fuckinī field. I wasnīt there.
- What ? - No, I was in a bar, havinī a drink with my future wife.
You missed Pudge Fiskīs home run to have a fuckinī drink with some lady you never met ?
Yeah, but you should have seen her. She was a stunner.
- I donīt care if-- - Oh, no, no, she lit up the room.
- I donīt care if Helen of Troy walks into the room. - Oh, Helen of Troy !
Thatīs game six ! Oh, my God, and who were these friends of yours ?
- They let you get away with that ? - They had to.
-What did you say to īem ? -I just slid my ticket across the table.
I said, "Sorry, guys. I gotta see about a girl."
- "l gotta go see about a girl" ? - Yes !
Thatīs what you said ? They let you get away with that ?
Oh, yeah. They saw it in my eyes that I meant it.
- Youīre kiddinī me ? - No, līm not kidding you, Will.
Thatīs why līm not talkinī right now about some girl I saw at a bar 20 years ago...
and how I always regretted not goinī over and talkinī to her.
I donīt regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy.
I donīt regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick,
and I donīt regret the last years when she got really sick.
And I sure as hell donīt regret missinī a damn game.
Thatīs regret.
Wow !
[ SIGHS ]
Would have been nice to catch that game though.
I didnīt know Pudge was gonna hit a home run.
[ BOTH LAUGHING ]
You know, līm very, very useful on the court.
Iīm extremely tall.
- Youīre not that tall. - I dunk.
- [ RATTLING ] - Will I ever play in the N.B.A. ?
"lt is decidedly so." Hmph.
Why do we always stay here ?
īCause itīs nicer than my place.
Yes, but līve never seen your place.
I know. [ LAUGHS ]
When am I gonna meet your friends and your brothers ?
Well, they donīt really come down here that much.
I think I can make it to South Boston.
Itīs kind of a hike.
Is it me youīre hiding from them or the other way around ?
- All right, weīll go. - When ?
I donīt know. Weīll go sometime next week.
What if I said I would not sleep with you again until you let me meet your friends ?
[ GROANS ]
Iīd say itīs, like, 4:30 in the morninī. Theyīre probably up.
Oh, my God. Men are shameless.
If youīre not thinking with your wiener, then youīre acting directly on its behalf.
You bet. And on behalf of my wiener, can I get an advance payment ?
I donīt know. Letīs ask. "Outlook does not look good."
- [ CHUCK ON PHONE ] What ? - Fuck the-- Hey, Chuck. No. Nothing. Go back to sleep.
"Outlook" ? Thatīs the same thing that told you you was gonna play in the N.B.A.
Exactly, so look out. Youīd better start buying some season tickets.
Mmm ! I plan to. Iīm tall. I like wearing shorts.
Hook, hook. Dunk, dunk.
- Youīre not that tall. - Yes, I am.
Maybe līm all about three points.
Iīm all about home runs.
[ Laughs ] Stop mixing your sporting metaphors.
[ LAUGHING ]
A leprechaunīs got his dick in the monkeyīs ass.
Morgan comes runninī in, goinī, "l donīt mind it. I donīt mind--"
[ LAUGHING ]
Well, I canīt believe you brought Skylar here when weīre fuckinī all bombed and drinkinī.
I know, Morgan. Itīs a real rarity weīd be all drinkinī.
My uncle Marty drinks. Heīll go on a bender for six, eight months.
Did I ever tell ya what happened to him when he was drivinī up there and got pulled over ?
- I told you guys, right ? - Marty, yeah.
Let me tell ya what happened to my uncle Marty, because you oughta know this.
Heīs always tellinī stories. Every time we come here heīs got another story.
But we all heard this one. Go ahead. Say it anyway.
I will go ahead. Thanks a lot. Guess I have the floor now.
My uncle Martyīs drivinī home, right ?
Bombed out of his tree, right ? Just hammered out of his gourd. Just wrecked.
This state trooper sees him, pulls him over. So my uncleīs fucked basically.
Got him out of the car, tryinī to make him walk the line.
He gets out of the car, pukes, and the statieīs pretty sure heīs over the legal limit.
So heīs about to throw the cuffs on him and put him in jail.
All of a sudden, 50 yards down the road, thereīs this huge fuckinī boom.
- Statie gets real spooked. He turns around-- - He got shot ?
No. So-- So-- You heard this story before.
Yeah, Morgan, stop. Stop.
Some other guyīs car had hit a tree. There was an accident.
[ COUGHS ] ANYWAY--
- How could he hear-- - Shut the fuck up !
- Youīre drivinī him nuts. - Iīm gonna break your neck. Shut up !
He told you the story once before.
So he tells my uncle, "Stay here. Donīt move."
Statie goes runninī down the road to deal with the other accident.
After a few minutes of just lyinī in his own piss and vomit,
my uncle starts wonderinī what heīs doinī there.
Gets up, gets in his car and just drives home.
The next morninī my uncleīs just passed out.
- He hears this knockinī at the door. - [ KNOCKING ]
So he goes downstairs, pulls the door open-- "What ?"
Itīs the state trooper that pulled him over.
Statie says, "Fuck you mean, īWhat ?ī
You know what. I pulled you over last night is what, and you took off."
Heīs like, "l never seen you before in my life.
Iīve been home all night with my kids. I donīt know who the fuck you are."
Heīs like, "You know who I am. Let me get in your garage."
My uncleīs like, "What ?" He said, "You heard me. Let me get in your garage."
He was like, "All right. Fine." Takes him out to the garage, opens the door.
And thereīs-- The statieīs police cruiser is in my uncleīs garage.
- [ Morgan Laughing ] - He was so fuckinī--
He was so fuckinī hammered he drove the wrong car home.
The best part about it is, the fuckinī state trooper...
was so embarrassed he didnīt do anything.
Heīd been drivinī around all night in my uncleīs Chevelle, lookinī for the house.
All right, Chuck, what the fuck is the point of your story ?
He got away. Thatīs the point.
- Well, question-- - Come on. Stop.
- Iīm tryinī to clarify somethinī. - Youīre embarrassing him.
- It doesnīt make any sense. - It does make sense,
if you listen to the story and quit askinī questions.
Well, letīs see if you can get this one. Iīve got a little story for you.
All right, thereīs an old couple in bed, Mary and Paddie.
They wake up on the morning of their 50th anniversary.
Mary looks over and gazes adoringly at Paddie.
Sheīs like, "Oh, Jesus, Paddie.
Youīre such a good-looking feller. I love ya.
I want to give ya a little present.
Anything your little heart desires, līm goinī to give it to ya.
What would ya like ?
Paddieīs like, "Oh, gee, Mary. Thatīs a very sweet offer.
Now, in 50 years, thereīs one thing thatīs been missing,
and, uh, I would like you to give me a blow job.
I would like for it." Maryīs like, "All right."
She takes her teeth out, puts īem in the glass. She gives him a blow job.
Afterwards, Paddieīs like, "Yeah, geez, now thatīs what līve been missinī.
That was the most beautiful, earth-shattering thing ever !
Beautiful, Mary ! I love ya !
Is there anything that I can do for you ?"
Mary looks up to him and she goes, "Give us a kiss."
- Oh ! - Oh, my God !
- Thatīs filthy. - Itīs not that filthy. Iīve heard filthy.
[ LAUGHING ]
- Get off of me ! - All right. See you guys later.
All right. Take it easy, Bill.
So, Skylar, thanks for cominī by.
Changed my opinion of Harvard people.
You donīt want to rush to judgment on that one, īcause theyīre not all like me.
Oh. Iīm sure. It was nice to meet ya.
- Oh. - Take it easy. Slowly back away.
- Oh, come on. Brother. - I donīt know what youīre doinī, dude.
- Youīre givinī us a ride. - What the fuck do I look like to you ?
- Come on, Chuck. - Youīre walkinī, bitch. Willīs takinī the car.
All right, thanks, sucker. I appreciate it.
I donīt know what youīre gettinī all serious about.
- Youīre droppinī me off first. - Itīs really out of the way.
Oh, okay. Just īcause you donīt have to sleep in your one-room palace tonight...
donīt start thinkinī youīre bad.
Hey, wait a minute. You said we were gonna see your place.
- Not tonight. - Oh, no, not tonight. Not any other night.
He knows once you see that shit-hole heīs gettinī dropped like a bad habit.
But I wanted to meet your brothers.
Weīre gonna do that another time.
All right.
Need them keys.
The stewardess hears this and goes haulinī ass down the aisle.
I yell, "Donīt forget the coffee."
No shit ! You didnīt say that.
For Christīs sake, Marty, itīs a joke.
- I know someone that actually happened to, Marty. - A joke.
- Gerry. - Hi.
- Have trouble findinī the place ? - No, I took a cab.
Timmy, this is Gerry. We went to college together.
How you doinī ? Nice to meet ya.
- Pleased to meet you. - Can I get you a beer ?
Um, no, just a Perrier.
Thatīs French for club soda.
- Club soda, yeah. - Couple of sandwiches too.
- Sure. - Put it on my tab.
You ever planninī on payinī your tab ?
Yeah, chief, got the winning lottery ticket right here.
- Whatīs the jackpot ? - Twelve million.
- I donīt think thatīll cover it. - Itīll cover your sex change operation.
- Nuts ? - No, thank you.
So, you wanted to talk about Will.
- Well, it seems to be going well. - I think so.
Have you talked to him at all about his future ?
No, we havenīt gotten into that yet. Weīre still banginī away at the past.
Maybe you should. My phoneīs been ringing off the hook with job offers.
- What kind ? - Cutting edge mathematics, think tanks.
The kind of place where a mind like Willīs is given free rein.
Thatīs great that there are offers, but I donīt really think heīs ready for that.
Iīm not sure you understand, Sean.
- What donīt I understand ? - Here you go, guys.
- Thanks, Tim. - Yeah, thank you.
Just so you donīt get sticky fingers.
Tim, can you help us ?
Weīre tryinī to settle a bet.
Uh-oh.
- Ever heard of Jonas Salk ? - Sure. Cured polio.
-Ever heard of Albert Einstein ? -Hey.
[ POOL BALLS CLATTERING ]
How about Gerald Lambeau ? Ever heard of him ?
- No. - Thank you, Tim.
- So who won the bet ? - I did.
This isnīt about me, Sean.
Iīm nothing compared to this young man.
You ever hear of Gerald Lambeau ?
In 1905 there were hundreds of professors renown for their study of the universe.
But it was a 26-year-old Swiss patent clerk,
doing physics in his spare time, who changed the world.
Can you imagine if Einstein would have given that up...
just to get drunk with his buddies in Vienna every night.
We all would have lost something.
Tim would never have heard of him.
- Pretty dramatic, Gerry. - No, it isnīt, Sean.
This boy has that gift.
He just doesnīt got the direction, but we can give that to him.
Hey, Gerry, in the 1960s, there was a young man graduated from University of Michigan.
Did some brilliant work in mathematics.
Specifically, bounded harmonic functions.
Then he went on to Berkeley. He was assistant professor. Showed amazing potential.
Then he moved to Montana, and he blew the competition away.
- Yeah, so who was he ? - Ted Kaczynski.
Havenīt heard of him.
- Hey, Timmy ! - Yo !
- Whoīs Ted Kaczynski ? - Unabomber.
Thatīs exactly what līm talking about.
- We gotta give this kid direction. - Yeah--
He can contribute to the world, and we can help him do that.
Directionīs one thing. Manipulationīs another.
- Sean-- - We have to let him find--
Iīm not sitting at home every night twisting my mustache and hatching a plan...
to ruin this boyīs life !
I was doing advanced mathematics when I was 18,
and it still took me over 20 years to do something worthy of a Fieldīs medal.
Maybe he doesnīt want what you want.
Thereīs more to life than a fuckinī Fieldīs medal.
This is too important, Sean, and itīs above personal rivalry.
Wait a minute. Letīs talk about the boy.
Why donīt we give him time to figure out what he wants ?
Thatīs a wonderful theory, Sean. It worked wonders for you, didnīt it ?
Yeah, it did, you arrogant fuckinī prick !
Oh, līm sorry. Iīm sorry that I came here today.
I came here out of courtesy. I wanted to keep you in the loop.
Nice to be in the loop.
The boyīs in a meeting right now I set up for him over at McNeil.
Well, Will, līm not exactly sure what you mean.
Weīve already offered you a position.
Nobody in this town works without a retainer, guys.
You think you can find somebody who does, you have my blessinī.
But I think we all know that person is not gonna represent you as well as I can.
Will, our offer is $84,000 a year.
Retainer ! Retainer.
You want us to give you cash right now ?
Whoa-ho-ho. Easy-- Now, I didnīt say that.
Allegedly, your situation, for you,
would be concurrently improved if I had...
$200 in my back pocket right now.
[ CLEARS THROAT ] I donīt think I can-- Larry ?
- Iīve got $73. - Will you take a check ?
Let me tell you somethinī. Youīre suspect.
Yeah, you. I donīt know what your reputation is in this town,
but after the shit you tried to pull today,
you can bet līll be lookinī into you.
Now, any business we have heretofore,
you can speak with my aforementioned attorney.
Good day, gentlemen.
And until that day comes, keep your ear to the grindstone.
[ CHATTERING ]
- Howīs it goinī ? - Fine.
Yeah.
Good.
- Want some help ? - No !
Come on. Give me one little peek, and weīll go to the batting cages.
No.
It is actually important that I learn this.
- Itīs really important... to me, okay ? - All right.
- Why donīt we just hang out here all day ? - Yes, why donīt we ?
- All right, Mr. Nosey Parker. - [ CHUCKLES ]
Seeing as youīre intent on breaking my balls,
- Let me ask you a question. - All right.
Do you have a photographic memory ?
I donīt know. I just kind of remember. I mean, how do you remember your phone number ?
You just do.
- Have you studied organic chemistry ? - A little bit.
- Oh, just for fun ? - Yeah, for kicks.
Yeah, itīs so much fun studying organic chemistry.
- Are you mad ? - [ LAUGHS ]
Have you completely lost your mind ?
Nobody studies it for fun. Itīs not a necessity, especially for someone like you.
- Someone like me ? - Yeah.
Someone who divides their time, fairly evenly, between batting cages and bars.
- I would hardly say it was a necessity. - Oh.
You know, there are very smart people here at Harvard.
Even they have to study, because this is really hard.
And yet... you do it so easily. I donīt understand.
I donīt understand how your mind works.
- Did you play the piano ? - I want to talk about this.
No, līm trying to explain it to you. Do you play the piano ?
- Yeah, a bit. - So when you look at a piano, you see Mozart.
- I see "Chopsticks." - All right, well, Beethoven, okay ?
He looked at a piano, and it just made sense to him. He could just play.
- So what are you saying ? You play the piano ? - Not a lick.
I look at a piano, I see a bunch of keys, three pedals and a box of wood.
But Beethoven, Mozart-- They saw it. They could just play.
I couldnīt paint you a picture. I probably canīt hit the ball out of Fenway.
- And I canīt play the piano. - But you can do my O-chem paper in under an hour.
Right. Well, I mean, when it came to stuff like that, I could always just play.
Thatīs the best I can explain it.
- Come here. I have to tell you something. - Huh ?
- I have to tell you something. - Oh.
Well--
- Itīs not fair. - Whatīs not fair ? What ?
Iīve been here for four years,
and līve only just found you.
Well, you found me.
- Are you awake ? - No.
Yes, you are.
What ?
I want you to come to California with me.
- You sure about that ? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, but how do you know ?
I donīt know. I just know.
Yeah, but how do you know ?
I know because I feel it.
- Because thatīs a really serious thing youīre saying. - I know.
You could be in California next week...
and you might find out something about me you donīt like.
Maybe you wish you hadnīt said that,
but you know itīs such a serious thing you canīt take it back.
Now līm stuck in California with someone that doesnīt really want to be with me,
- just wish they had a take-back. - A what ? Whatīs a take-back ?
I donīt want a take-back. I just want you to come to California with me.
Well, I canīt go to California with you, so--
Why not ?
Well, one, because I got a job here.
And, two, because I live here.
Look, um, if you donīt love me, you should just tell me.
Iīm not sayinī I donīt love you.
Then why ? Why wonīt you come ? What are you so scared of ?
What am I so scared of ?
Well, what arenīt you scared of ?
You live in this safe little world where no one challenges you--
Donīt tell me about my world. Donīt tell me about my world.
You just want to have your little fling with the guy from the other side of town.
Then youīre gonna go off to Stanford. Youīre gonna marry some rich prick...
who your parents will approve of...
and just sit around with the other trust fund babies...
and talk about how you went slumminī, too, once.
Why are you saying this ? What is your obsession with this money ?
My father died when I was 13, and I inherited this money.
You donīt think every day I wake up, and I wish I could give it back.
That I would give it back in a second if it meant I could have one more day with him.
But I canīt, and thatīs my life, and I deal with it.
So donīt put your shit on me when youīre the one thatīs afraid.
Iīm afraid ? What am I afraid of ? What the fuck am I afraid of ?
Youīre afraid of me. Youīre afraid that I wonīt love you back.
You know what ? līm afraid too.
But fuck it, I want to give it a shot. At least līm honest with you.
- Iīm not honest with you ? - No, what about your 12 brothers ?
- All Right. - [ BELT BUCKLE JINGLES ]
No, youīre not going. Youīre not leaving.
What do you want to know ? That I donīt have 12 brothers ? That līm a fuckinī orphan ?
- You donīt want to hear that. - I didnīt know that.
You donīt want to hear I got fuckinī cigarettes put out on me when I was little.
- I didnīt know that. - That this isnīt fuckinī surgery.
The motherfucker stabbed me. You donīt want to hear that shit, Skylar !
- I do want to hear that. - Donīt tell me you want that shit !
- I want to help you. - Help me ? What the fuck ?
What do I got, a fuckinī sign on my back that says, "Save me" ?
- No. - Do I look like I need that ?
- No, I just want to be with you-- - Donīt bullshit me !
- I love you. - Donīt bullshit me ! Donīt you fuckinī bullshit me !
I love you.
I want to hear you say that you donīt love me.
Because if you say that...
then I wonīt call you...
and I wonīt be in your life.
- [ SOBS ] - I donīt love you.
[ GIGGLING ]
Most people never get to see how brilliant they can be.
They donīt find teachers that believe in them.
They get convinced theyīre stupid.
I hope you appreciate what heīs doing,
because līve seen how much he enjoys working with you,
not against you.
Hello, Will.
Tom, can you get us some coffee ?
Sure.
Now, letīs see.
[ CLEARS THROAT ]
Good. This is correct.
I see you used Maclaurin here.
Yeah, I donīt know what you call it, but--
This canīt be right.
This would be very embarrassing.
- Did you ever consider-- - Iīm pretty sure itīs right.
Hey, look, can we do this at Seanīs office from now on ?
Because I got to knock off work to come here and the commute is killinī me.
- Yeah, sure. Did you think of the possibility-- - Thatīs right.
Itīs right. Just take it home with you.
What happened at the McNeil meeting ?
I couldnīt go. I had a date.
So I sent my chief negotiator.
On your own time, you can do whatever you like, Will.
But when I set up a meeting with my associates,
and you donīt show up, it reflects poorly on me.
- Then donīt set up any more meetings. - I wonīt.
Iīll cancel īem.
Iīll give you a job myself. I just wanted you to see what was out there.
Maybe I donīt want to spend the rest of my fuckinī life explaininī shit to people.
I think you could show me some appreciation.
A little appreciation ? Do you know how easy this is for me ?
Do you have any fuckinī idea how easy this is ? This is a fuckinī joke.
Iīm sorry you canīt do this-- I really am--
Because I wouldnīt have to fuckinī sit here and watch you fumble around and fuck it up.
Then youīd have more time to sit around and get drunk instead, wouldnīt you ?
Youīre right. This is probably a total waste of my time.
Youīre right, Will.
I canīt do this proof, but you can.
And when it comes to that, itīs only about just a handful of people in the world...
who can tell the difference between you and me.
- But līm one of them. - Sorry.
Yeah, so am l.
Most days I wish I never met you,
because then I could sleep at night.
I didnīt have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
I didnīt have to watch you throw it all away.
[ DOG BARKING ]
# [ PLUNKING NOTES ]
- Bill, hold it. Did you hear that ? - [ MAN MOANING ]
Morgan !
If youīre watchinī pornos in my momīs room again, līm gonna give you a fuckinī beatinī !
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
[ FOOTSTEPS RUNNING DOWNSTAIRS ]
[ PANTING ] Whatīs up, fellas ?
Morgan, why donīt you jerk off in your own fuckinī house. Thatīs fuckinī filthy.
I donīt have a V.C.R. in my house.
Come on. Not in my glove.
I didnīt use the glove.
Thatīs my Little League glove.
What do you want me to do ?
I mean, whatīs wrong with you ?
Youīll hump a baseball glove ?
I-l just used it for cleanup.
- [ LAUGHING ] - Stop jerkinī off in my motherīs room.
- Is there another V.C.R. in the house ? - Itīs just sad, bro.
So why do you think I should work for the National Security Agency ?
Well, youīd be working on the cutting edge.
Youīd be exposed to the kind of technology you wouldnīt see anywhere else,
because weīve classified it.
Superstring theory, chaos math, advanced algorithms.
Code breaking.
Thatīs one aspect of what we do.
Oh, come on. That is what you do.
You guys handle 80% of the intelligence workload.
Youīre seven times the size of the C.I.A.
We donīt like to brag about that, Will, but youīre exactly right.
So the way I see it, the question isnīt:
"Why should you work for the N.S.A. ?"
The question is: "Why shouldnīt you ?"
Why shouldnīt I work for the N.S.A. ?
Thatīs a tough one, but līll take a shot.
Say līm workinī at the N.S.A. and somebody puts a code on my desk.
Something no one else can break.
Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it.
Iīm real happy with myself because I did my job well.
But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or Middle East.
Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hidinī.
Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with, get killed.
Now the politicians are saying, "Send in the Marines to secure the area,"
īcause they donīt give a shit.
It wonīt be their kid over there gettinī shot,
just like it wasnīt them when their number got called īcause they were in the National Guard.
Itīll be some kid from Southie over there takinī shrapnel in the ass.
He comes back to find the plant he used to work at...
got exported to the country he got back from,
and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job...
īcause heīll work for 15 cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place...
was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price.
Of course, the oil companies used a skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices.
A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ainīt helpinī my buddy at 2.50 a gallon.
Theyīre takinī their sweet time bringinī the oil, of course.
Maybe they even took the liberty to hire an alcoholic skipper,
who likes to drink martinis and fuckinī play slalom with the icebergs.
It ainīt too long till he hits one, spills the oil...
and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic.
So now my buddyīs out of work, he canīt afford to drive,
so heīs walkinī to the fuckinī job interviews...
which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givinī him chronic hemorrhoids.
Meanwhile, heīs starvinī, īcause every time he tries to get a bite to eat,
the only blue plate special theyīre servinī...
is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
So what did I think ? līm holdinī out for somethinī better.
I figure, fuck it. While līm at it, why not just shoot my buddy,
take his job, give it to his sworn enemy,
hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal,
hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard ?
I can be elected president.
- You feel like youīre alone ? - What ?
Do you have a soul mate ?
Do I have a-- Define that.
Somebody who challenges you.
- Uh, Chuckie. - No, Chuckieīs family. Heīd lie down in fuckinī traffic for you.
Iīm talking about someone who opens up things for you, touches your soul.
- I got-- I got-- - Who ?
- I got plenty. - Well, name īem.
Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, OīConnor, Kant, Pope, Locke--
Thatīs great. Theyīre all dead.
- Not to me theyīre not. - You donīt have a lot of dialogue with them.
You canīt give back to them, Will.
- Not without some serious smelling salts and a heater. - Thatīs what līm saying.
Youīll never have that kind of relationship in a world...
where youīre always afraid to take the first step,
because all you see is every negative thing ten miles down the road.
- You gonna take the professorīs side on this ? - Donīt give me a line of shit.
- No. - I didnīt want the job.
Itīs not about the job. I donīt care if you work for the government.
But you can do anything you want. You are bound by nothing.
What are you passionate about ? What do you want ?
There are guys who work their entire life layinī brick...
so their kids have a chance at the opportunities you have here.
- I didnīt ask for this. - No.
You were born with it, so donīt cop out behind: "l didnīt ask for this."
- What do you mean, cop out ? Whatīs wrong with layinī brick ? - Nothing.
Thereīs nothinī wrong. Thatīs somebodyīs home līm buildinī.
Right. My dad laid brick, okay ?
Busted his ass so I could have an education.
Exactly. Thatīs an honorable profession.
Whatīs wrong with fixinī somebodyīs car ?
Someone will get to work the next day because of me. Thatīs honor in that.
Yeah, there is, Will. There is honor in that.
Thereīs honor in takinī that 40-minute train ride...
so those college kids could come in in the morning and their floors are clean.
- And their wastebaskets are empty. Thatīs real work. - Thatīs right.
And thatīs honorable. Iīm sure thatīs why you took that job.
I mean, for the honor of it.
I just have a little question here. You could be a janitor anywhere.
Why did you work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole fuckinī world ?
Why did you sneak around at night and finish other peopleīs formulas...
that only one or two people in the world could do and then lie about it ?
īCause I donīt see a lot of honor in that, Will.
So what do you really wanna do ?
I wanna be a shepherd.
Really ?
I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.
- Maybe you should go do that. - What ?
You know, if youīre gonna jerk off, why donīt you just do it at home with a moist towel ?
- Youīre chuckinī me ? - Yeah, get the fuck outta here.
- No, no, no, timeīs not up yet. - Yeah, it is.
- Iīm not leavinī. No. - Youīre not gonna answer, youīre wastinī my time.
I thought we were friends.
- Playtimeīs over, okay ? - Why are you kickinī me out ?
Youīre lecturinī me on life ? Look at you, you fuckinī burnout.
- What winds your clock ? - Workinī with you.
Whereīs your soul mate ? You wanna talk about soul mates ? Where is she ?
- Dead. - Thatīs right. Sheīs fuckinī dead.
She fuckinī dies and you just cash in your chips and you walk away ?
- At least I played a hand. - You played a hand and you lost. You lost a big fuckinī hand.
Some people will lose a big hand like that and have the sack to ante up again.
Look at me. What do you wanna do ?
You and your bullshit. You got a bullshit answer for everybody.
But I ask you a very simple question and you canīt give me a straight answer,
because you donīt know.
Iīll see ya, Bo-peep.
- Fuck you. - Youīre the shepherd.
Shepherd.
[ WhHISPERS ] White little prick.
I just wanted to, you know, um,
call you up, uh, before you left, um--
Iīve been takinī all these jobs interviews and stuff,
so līm not gonna be just a construction worker.
Well, you know, I never really cared about that.
Yeah.
I love you.
Will ?
You take care.
# Someoneīs always cominī around here #
- # Trailinī some new kill # - Bye.
# Says, I seen your picture on a #
# Hundred-dollar bill #
# Whatīs a game of chance to you #
# ln this world #
# Of real skill #
# So glad to meet ya #
# Angeles #
# Pickinī up the ticket shows thereīs money to be made #
# Go on, lose the gamble #
# Thatīs the history of the trade #
# Did you add up all the cards left to play #
# To zero #
# And sign up with people #
# Angeles #
# Donīt start with me tryinī #
Will, come on. Will !
Will, thatīs it ! Weīre done !
Iīm sitting in your office and the boy isnīt here.
Well, itīs ten past 5:00.
An hour and ten minutes late.
# I can make you satisfied in everything #
Well, if he doesnīt show up and I file a report saying he wasnīt here...
and he goes back to jail, he wonīt be on my conscience.
# Now be coming true #
Okay. Fine.
Whatīs up ?
Thanks.
Ah ! God, thatīs good.
So howīs your lady ?
Ah, sheīs gone.
Gone ? Gone where ?
Med school. Medical school in California.
- Really ? - Yeah.
- When was this ? - It was, like, a week ago.
That sucks.
So, uh, when are you done with those meetings ?
I think the week after līm 21.
They gonna hook ya up with a job or what ?
Yeah, fuckinī sit in a room and do long division for the next 50 years.
Nah, probably make some nice bank though.
Iīm gonna be a fuckinī lab rat.
Better than this shit. Way outta here.
What do I want a way outta here for ?
I mean, līm gonna fuckinī live here the rest of my life.
You know, be neighbors. You know, have little kids.
Fuckinī take īem to Little League together up Foley Field.
Look, youīre my best friend, so donīt take this the wrong way.
But in 20 years if youīre still livinī here,
cominī over to my house to watch the Patriots games,
still workinī construction, līll fuckinī kill ya.
Thatīs not a threat. Thatīs a fact. Iīll fuckinī kill ya.
What the fuck are you talkinī about ?
- Look, you got something none of us have. - Oh, come on !
Why is it always this ? I fuckinī owe it to myself to do this or that.
- What if I donīt want to ? - No, no, no. Fuck you. You donīt owe it to yourself.
You owe it to me,
īcause tomorrow līm gonna wake up and līll be 50,
and līll still be doinī this shit.
Thatīs all right. Thatīs fine.
I mean, youīre sittinī on a winninī lottery ticket.
Youīre too much of a pussy to cash it in, and thatīs bullshit.
īCause līd do fuckinī anything to have what you got.
So would any of these fuckinī guys.
Be an insult to us if youīre still here in 20 years.
Hanginī around here is a fuckinī waste of your time.
- You donīt know that. - I donīt ?
- No. You donīt know that. - Oh, I donīt know that. Let me tell you what I do know.
Every day I come by your house, and I pick you up.
We go out and have a few drinks and few laughs, and itīs great.
You know what the best part of my day is ?
Itīs for about ten seconds: from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door.
īCause I think maybe līll get up there and līll knock on the door and you wonīt be there.
No "good-bye," no "see ya later." No nothing. You just left.
I donīt know much, but I know that.
[ Mutters ]
This is a disaster, Sean.
I brought you in here because I wanted you to help me with the boy,
- not to run him out. - I know what līm doing with the boy.
I donīt care if you have a rapport with the boy !
I donīt care if you have a few laughs, even at my expense.
- But donīt you dare undermine what līm trying to do here. - Undermine ?
This boy is at a fragile point right now.
I do understand. He is at a fragile point. Heīs got problems.
What problems does he have ? That heīs better off as a janitor, in jail ?
Better hanging out with a bunch of retarded gorillas ?
Why do you think he does that ? You have any fuckinī clue why ?
He can handle the problems. He can handle the work. He obviously handled you.
Listen to me. Why is he hiding ?
Why doesnīt he trust anybody ?
Because the first thing that happened to him,
he was abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him the most.
Donīt give me that Freudian crap.
Why does he hang out with those retarded gorillas, as you call them ?
Because any one of them, if he asked them to, would take a bat to your head.
- Thatīs called loyalty. - Yeah, thatīs very touching.
Whoīs he handling ? He pushes people away before they have a chance to leave him.
Itīs a defense mechanism, all right ?
For 20 years, heīs been alone because of that.
If you push him right now, itīs gonna be the same thing all over again.
Iīm not gonna let that happen to him.
- Donīt you do that. - What ?
Donīt infect him with the idea that itīs okay to quit, that itīs okay to be a failure.
Because itīs not okay, Sean !
And if youīre angry at me for being successful, for being what you could have been--
- Iīm not angry at you. - Oh, yes, youīre angry at me.
You resent me, but līm not gonna apologize for any success līve had.
Youīre angry at me for doing what you could have done !
But ask yourself, Sean-- Ask yourself...
if you want Will to feel that way-- if you want him to feel like a failure ?
You arrogant shit !
Thatīs why I donīt come to the goddamn reunions, īcause I canīt stand that look in your eye.
- That condescending, embarrassed look. - Oh, come on, Sean.
You think līm a failure. I know who I am.
Iīm proud of what I do. It was a conscious choice. I didnīt fuck up !
And you and your cronies think līm some sort of pity case.
You and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going, "The Fieldīs medal !"
Why are you still so fuckinī afraid of failure ?
Itīs about my medal, isnīt it ? Oh, God, I could go home and get it for you. You can have it.
Shove the medal up your fuckinī ass, all right ?
īCause I donīt give a shit about your medal,
because I knew you before you were a mathematical god,
when you were pimple-faced and homesick and didnīt know what side of the bed to piss on.
Yeah, you were smarter than me then and youīre smarter than me now.
So donīt blame me for how your life turned out.
I donīt blame you ! ltīs not about you !
You mathematical dick ! ltīs about the boy !
Heīs a good kid ! And I wonīt see you fuck him up like youīre tryinī to fuck up me right now.
I wonīt see you make him feel like a failure too !
-He wonīt be a failure ! -But if you push him ! lf you ride him !
I am what I am today because I was pushed and because I learned to push myself.
Heīs not you ! You get that !
I can come back.
No, come in. Uh, I was just leaving.
A lot of that stuff goes back a long way between me and him.
You know. Not about you.
- [ Paper Rustles ] - What is that ?
This is your file. I have to send it back to the judge for evaluation.
Oh. Hey, youīre not gonna fail me, are you ?
Whatīs it say ?
- Wanna read it ? - Why ?
Have you had any, uh, experience with that ?
Twenty years of counseling. Yeah, līve seen some pretty awful shit.
I mean, have you had any experience with that ?
- Personally ? - Yeah.
Yeah, I have.
It sure ainīt good.
My father was an alcoholic.
Mean fuckinī drunk.
Heīd come home hammered, lookinī to whale on somebody.
So līd provoke him so he wouldnīt go after my mother and little brother.
Interesting nights when he wore his rings.
He used to just put a wrench,
a stick and a belt on the table.
- Just say, "Choose." - Well, I gotta go with the belt there.
I used to go with the wrench.
Why the wrench ?
īCause fuck him, thatīs why.
- Your foster father ? - Yeah.
So, uh, what is it, like, Will has an attachment disorder ?
Is it all that stuff ?
Fear of abandonment ?
Is that why I broke up with Skylar ?
- I didnīt know you had. - Yeah, I did.
- You wanna talk about it ? - No.
Hey, Will, I donīt know a lot.
You see this ? All this shit ?
Itīs not your fault.
[ WHISPERS ] YEAH, I KNOW THAT.
Look at me, son.
- Itīs not your fault. - I know.
No. Itīs not your fault.
I know.
No, no, you donīt. Itīs not your fault.
- Hmm ? - I know.
- Itīs not your fault. - All right.
Itīs not your fault.
- [ WHISPERS ] ltīs not your fault. - Donīt fuck with me.
Itīs not your fault.
Donīt fuck with me, all right ? Donīt fuck with me, Sean, not you.
Itīs not your fault.
[ SOBS ]
- [ SOBS ] - [ WHISPERS ] LTīS NOT YOUR FAULT.
My God--
My God ! līm so sorry ! My God !
[ SOBBING CONTINUES ]
Fuck them, okay ?
[ BARKING ]
[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ]
[ CHATTERING ]
- Can I help you ? - Yeah, līm Will Hunting. Iīm here about a position.
Could you just have a seat for a moment ?
[ MAN ] Yes, thereīs a Mr. Hunting in the lobby.
Which one did you take ?
I was over at McNeil. Itīs one of the jobs the professor set me up with.
I havenīt told him yet, but I went down there and talked to my boss--
My new boss. He seemed like a good guy.
- Is that what you want ? - Yeah, you know, I think so.
Well, good for you. Congratulations.
Thanks.
Timeīs up.
So thatīs-- So thatīs it ? So weīre done ?
Yeah, thatīs it.
Youīre done. Youīre a free man.
Well, um, I just want you to know, Sean, that--
Youīre welcome, Will.
So, you know, I hope we keep in touch, you know.
Yeah, me too.
Iīll be travelinī around a bit. Itīll be a little hard, but, uh--
Iīve got an answering machine at the college līll be checking in with.
So, hereīs the number.
You call that. Iīll get back to you right away.
Yeah, you know, I figured līm just gonna...
put my money back on the table and see what kind of cards I get.
You do whatīs in your heart, son. Youīll be fine.
- Thank you, Sean. - Uh--
Thank you, Will.
Hey, does this violate the patient-doctor relationship ?
Naw. Only if you grab my ass.
- Take care. - You too.
Yeah.
Hey.
Good luck, son.
[ MORGAN ] Two beers.
Whatīs up ? Did you guys go ?
No. I had to talk him down.
- Why didnīt you yoke him ? - Little Morganīs got a lot of scrap to him.
People try to whip his ass every week.
- Fuckinī kid wonīt back down. - What are you sayinī about me ?
- Was I talkinī to you ? None of your fuckinī business. - [ DOOR OPENS ]
- [ CHUCKIE ] Go get me a beer. - I ordered two beers !
- Hey, asshole. - What, bitch ?
-Happy birthday. -Thought we forgot, huh, bitch ?
- Come on ! - Iīm goinī. Iīm goinī.
All right. Whoīs first ?
- Come on, motherfucker ! - Whoīs first ?
# Oh, Danny boy #
Hereīs your present.
- Come on, bro. - What ?
Well, we knew you had to get back and forth to Cambridge for your new job.
I knew I wasnīt gonna fuckinī drive you every day, so--
- Morgan wanted to get you a "T" pass. - Thatīs not what I was sayinī !
But, uh, youīre 21 now.
Youīre legally allowed to drink, so we figured the best thing for ya was a car.
- How do you like it ? - This is like--
Itīs the ugliest fuckinī car līve ever seen in my life.
- Come on, brother. - Howīd you guys do this ?
You know, me and Bill scraped together the parts,
and Morgan was out panhandlinī for change every day.
I had the router to do all the bodywork.
Yeah, I have a fuckinī job, too, brother.
Guyīs been up my ass for two years about a job. I had to let him help with the car.
So you finally got a job, huh, Morgan ?
- Yeah, had one. Now līm fucked again. - So what is it ?
- A lawn mower ? What do ya got ? - Itīs a straight fuckinī six.
Me and Bill rebuilt this engine ourselves here.
Itīs a good car. The engineīs good. Engineīs good.
- Happy 21, Will. - Happy 21, brother.
Hi.
Come on in.
Sean, l, um--
Me too, Gerry.
Yeah. Good.
I heard youīre takinī some time.
Yeah. Travel a little bit, maybe write.
So where are you going ?
India and China and Baltimore.
Oh.
You know when youīll be back ?
Oh. I got this flyer the other day.
It says, uh, class of ī72 is having a reunion in six months.
Yeah, I got one of those too.
Why donīt you come ? līll buy ya a drink.
The drinks at those things are free.
I know, Gerry. I was being ironical.
- Oh. - How about a drink right now ?
Yeah. Itīs a good idea.
Come on. This oneīs on me.
- I got the winner right here, pal. - Oh !
Yes, sir, this is the one.
This is my ticket to paradise.
Do you know what the odds are against winning the lottery ?
- What ? Four to one ? - About 30 million to one.
- I still have a shot, you know ? - [ LAUGHS ]
Yes, just about as big chance as you being hit by lightning here on the staircase right now.
Itīs a possibility too. I mean, 32 million. If you look at the size--
[ BELL TOLLING ]
[ HORN HONKS ]
[ TIRES SCREECHING ]
Will !
[ KNOCKING ]
Will ?
[ HORN HONKS ]
Heīs not there.
# līll fake it through the day #
[ Willīs Voice ] Sean, if the professor calls about that job,
just tell him sorry, I had to go see about a girl.
Will.
Son of a bitch. He stole my line.
With two tickets
Torn in half for LA
With nothing to do
Do you miss me
Miss Misery
Like you say you do
I know you'd rather see me gone
Than to see me
The way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door
The TV's flashing blue
Frames on the wall
It's a comedy
Of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish
Into oblivion
It's easy to do
And I try to be
But you know me I come back
When you want me to
Do you miss me
Miss Misery
Like you say you do
Gonna find my baby Gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto's always been When it's right, it's right
Why wait until the middle of a cold, dark night