Just submit, Morgan. He's got you in the Cobra Clutch.
MORGAN:
(to Chuckie) F*** your mother too!
INT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT Will sits alone in his one room apartment, reading. A closer look reveals he is reading a self-help PSYCHOLOGY BOOK. Will is flipping through the book at about a page per second. He shakes his head and smiles. Upon finishing the book, he throws it in a nearby WASTEBASKET. Push in on the back of the book where a SMILING PSYCHOLOGIST is pictured.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS Will sits in a well decorated Psychologist's Office. Across from Will sits the same PSYCHOLOGIST, HENRY LIPKIN (40), from the book. They are in mid-session.
WILL:
That's why I love stock-car racin'.
That Dale Ernhart's real good.
PSYCHOLOGIST:
Now you know Will, and I know, what you need to be doing. You have a gift.
WILL:
I could work the pit maybe, but I could never drive like Dale Ernhart--
PSYCHOLOGIST:
You have a quality -- something you were born with, that you have no control over -- and you are, in a sense, hiding that by becoming a janitor. And I'm not saying that's wrong. I'm friends with the janitor that works in my building. He's been to my house for dinner. As a matter of fact I did some free consultation for "Mike" -- that's not his real name. That's in my book.
WILL:
Yeah, I read your book. "Mike" had the same problems as "Chad" the stockbroker.
PSYCHOLOGIST:
Yes. The pressures you feel, and again, I am neither labeling nor judging them, are keeping you from fulfilling your potential -- you're in a rut. So stop the Tom Foolery -- the Shenanigan's, Will.
WILL:
You're right. I know.
PSYCHOLOGIST:
Will, your not getting off that easy.
WILL:
No, but, I mean you know... I do other things. That no one knows about.
PSYCHOLOGIST:
Like what, Will?
WILL:
I go places, I interact.
PSYCHOLOGIST:
What places?
WILL:
Certain, clubs.
(beat) Like, Paradise. It's not bad.
Will gives the Psychologist a furtive look.
WILL:
It's just that feeling when you can take your shirt off and really dance.
(beat) When the music owns you. Do you understand?
