And all the time he's apologizin' to the cat, goin' "I'm sorry." BANG, "I'm sorry." BANG!
BILLY:
Like it can understand.
CHUCKIE:
And this Samoan guy comes runnin' out of his house and he's like "What the f*** are you doing to my cat?!"
Mikey's like "I'm sorry" --BANG--" I hit your cat with my truck, and I'm just trying to put it out of it's misery" -- BANG! And the cat dies.
So Mikey's like "Why don't you come look at the front of the truck."
'Cause the other guy's all f***in flipped out about--
WILL:
Watching his cat get brained.
Morgan gives Will a look, but Will only smiles.
CHUCKIE:
Yeah, so he's like "Check the front of my truck, I can prove I hit it 'cause there's probably some blood or something"--
WILL:
--or a tail--
MORGAN:
WILL!
CHUCKIE:
And so they go around to the front of his truck... and there's another cat on the grille.
WILL/MORGAN/BILLY No! Ugh!
CHUCKIE:
Is that unbelievable? He brained an innocent cat!
BLACKOUT:
The opening credits roll over a series of shots of the city and the real people who live and work there, going about their daily lives.
We see a panoramic view of South Boston.
Will sits in his apartment, walls completely bare. A bed, a small night table and an empty basket adorn the room. A stack of twenty or so LIBRARY BOOKS sit by his bed. He is flipping through a book at about a page a second.
Chuckie stands on the porch to Will's house. His Cadillac idles by the curb. Will comes out and they get in the car.
We travel across crowded public housing and onto downtown.
Finally, we gaze across the river and onto the great cementdomed buildings that make up the M.I.T. campus.
CUT TO:
INT. M.I.T. CLASSROOM -- DAY The classroom is packed with graduate students and TOM.
PROFESSOR LAMBEAU (52) is at the lectern. The chalkboard behind him is covered with theorems.
LAMBEAU:
Please finish McKinley by next month.
Many of you probably had this as undergraduates in real analysis. It won't hurt to brush up. I am also putting an advanced fourier system on the main hallway chalkboard-- Everyone groans.
