Yeah, I figured maybe sometime this week we could go to a cafe and have some caramels.
SKYLAR:
Sounds good, where are you now?
WILL:
You aren't, by any chance, Pre-law?
Are you?
CUT TO:
INT. MIDDLESEX COUNTY JAIL, INTERROGATION ROOM -- LATER Professor Lambeau sits, waiting. Will is brought in, shackled, by the guard.
LAMBEAU:
Hello. Gerald Lambeau, M.I.T.
WILL:
F*** do you want?
LAMBEAU:
I've spoken with the judge and he's agreed to release you under my supervision.
WILL:
(suspicious) Really?
LAMBEAU:
(beat) Yes. Under two conditions.
WILL:
What're those?
LAMBEAU:
That you meet with me twice a week— (a beat) and you meet with a therapist.
WILL:
If I agree to this, I walk right now?
LAMBEAU:
That's right.
WILL:
I'll do the work. I'm not going to meet with a therapist.
LAMBEAU:
Now, it won't be as bad as it sounds, Will.
(beat) I've already spoken to one therapist, his name is Henry Lipkin and he's a friend of mine. He's also published four books and is widely considered to be one of the brightest men in his field.
(beat) I'm sure it'll be better than spending the next six months in jail.
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INT. FUNLAND -- DAY Will and Chuckie walk up to an enclosed trampoline. Billy and Morgan prefer to use it for their own version of "Wrestlemania."
As Will and Chuckie approach, Billy is on top of a bloodied Morgan and has him in the "Cobra Clutch." Will and Chuckie watch for a beat. Billy tightens his grip.
BILLY:
Submit, b*tch! Submit! Submit!
MORGAN:
(being strangled) Suck my cock!
BILLY:
Oh, Morgan!
Chuckie turns to Will, conspiratorially as they wait for the fight to finish.
