EXT. SOUTH BOSTON STREET -- NIGHT Rain pounds South Boston. Chuckie sits with the Cadillac fiddling, humming to the radio. Morgan and Billy sit in the back, sharing a case of beer. Will is at a pay phone.
INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT
SKYLAR:
Hello?
Will hangs up and runs back to the car, soaked.
CHUCKIE:
Who'd you call?
WILL:
No one. I didn't have the number.
MORGAN:
What are you, retarded? You went all the way out there in the rain and you didn't have the number?
WILL:
No, it was your mother's 900 number.
I just ran out of quarters.
Laughter. Chuckie pulls away from the curb.
MORGAN:
Why don't we get off mothers, I just got off yours.
There is a long moment of silence in response to Morgan's attempt at levity. Then laughter.
BILLY:
You're a pretty funny guy. Here, have a nickel.
Billy WHIPS his EMPTY BEER CAN off of Morgan's head.
MORGAN:
Keep f***in' with me. Watch what happens.
BILLY:
All right, then.
MORGAN:
Watch what happens.
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INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- DAY Will sits across from Sean completely silent and takes out a pack of cigarettes.
SEAN:
No smoking.
Will puts the cigarettes away. Sean stares at Will and occasionally at the clock. Sean continues to check the clock on the wall. It is the only clock in the room and it is BEHIND Will. Their hour is almost up.
CLOSE ON:
WILL'S EYES INTERCUT WITH THE CLOCK.
He is counting seconds. As the second hand crosses the twelve, Will stands up and walks out, leaving Sean alone.
INT. HALLWAY -- LATER Lambeau and Sean walk down the hallway after the session.
