The two stop. They are silent for a moment. Like two gunfighters after a duel, they put down the chalk.
LAMBEAU:
(checks his watch) It would appear we got that proof in under the wire after all. It's not how hard you look at things, young man, it's the way you look at them.
If you take aim before you fire, you will find the most difficult problems become, quite literally, child's play.
Will gets his coat.
LAMBEAU:
Will, you've managed to offend four of my colleagues so much that they refused to come back. You're meeting with the leading hypnotist in the country next week and Tom and I plan to sit in on the sessions, so I expect you to behave appropriately.
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INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- DAY Will sits in a chair across from Lambeau and the HYPNOTIST.
Lambeau's assistant, TOM (33) takes notes. The Hypnotist makes small talk with Lambeau, who checks his watch.
LAMBEAU:
Shall we start the, uh...
WILL:
Yeah, when do I get my hypnosis? You guys been talkin' for twenty minutes.
HYPNOTIST:
Yes, Will. We'll get to that. But first, why don't you go to sleep for me.
He SNAPS HIS FINGERS and instantly Will's head goes BACK and his EYES CLOSE. The Hypnotist gives Lambeau a look.
HYPNOTIST:
Would you mind standing on one leg?
Will gets up and stands on one leg. Lambeau is impressed.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. LAMBEAU'S OFFICE -- LATER Will is reclining, eyes closed, in a trance-like state. The mood is more serious now.
HYPNOTIST:
Okay, you're in your bed, Will. Now how old are you?
WILL:
Seven.
HYPNOTIST:
And what do you see?
WILL:
Somethin's in my room.
HYPNOTIST:
What is it?
WILL:
It's like a small figure, hoverin' over me. Gettin' closer.
