No, he just sat there and counted the seconds until the session was over. It was pretty impressive, actually.
LAMBEAU:
Why would he do that?
SEAN:
To show me he doesn't have to talk to me if he doesn't want to.
LAMBEAU:
Oh, what is this? Some kind of staring contest between two kids from the "old neighborhood?"
SEAN:
I won't talk first.
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- EVENING Chuckie drops Will off at his apartment, watches him [Will] walk up the steps.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- MORNING Chuckie pulls up to the curb and walks up the steps to Will's front door. After a beat, Will emerges. They get back in [the car].
CUT TO:
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY Will and Chuckie at work. Chuckie shows Will how to be a man.
INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE, SOUTH BOSTON -- NIGHT The bar is a bit more crowded than usual. Will and Chuckie walk back to their table, carrying beers. They pass a table of GIRLS, local regulars getting just as bombed as the guys.
These girls are a little overdone. Too much make-up, too much hairspray, and too much body for such tight outfits.
One of the girls, KRYSTYN, smiles at Will who seems subdued.
KRYSTYN:
Hi, Will.
WILL:
How you doin', Krystyn.
They pass the table of girls. Chuckie looks at one, ruefully.
CHUCKIE:
I didn't get on Cathy last night.
WILL:
Why not?
CHUCKIE:
I don't know.
Chuckie turns back to one of the girls, calling out:
CHUCKIE:
Cathy! Why didn't you give me none of your twat last night?
A girl at the table, CATHY, holds up her PINKY FINGER and smiles -- revealing a mouthful of MISSING TEETH.
CATHY:
F*** you and your Irish curse, Chuckie!
CHUCKIE:
She's missin' teeth, Will.
Will nods, not really into it tonight.
CHUCKIE:
Plus, it's like, five to two Morgan ends up marryin' her. There's only so many times you can bang your friend's future wife... They get to the table. Will's heart just isn't in it.
