Will fires a pitch at Chuckie's head. Chuckie dives to avoid being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will.
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EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ROOFTOP -- EARLY AFTERNOON SEAN McGUIRE (52) sits, FORMALLY DRESSED, on the roof of his apartment building in a beat-up lawn chair. Well-built and fairly muscular, he stares blankly out over the city.
On his lap rests an open invitation that reads "M.I.T. CLASS OF '67 REUNION."
While the morning is quiet and Sean sits serenely, there is a look about his that tells us he has faced hard times. This is a man who fought his way through life. On his lonely stare
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EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS LAWN -- DAY A thirty year REUNION PARTY has taken over the lawn. A well dressed throng mill about underneath a large banner that reads "WELCOME BACK CLASS OF '72." We find Professor Lambeau standing with a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd. He is interrupted by an approaching STUDENT.
STUDENT:
Excuse me, Professor Lambeau?
LAMBEAU:
Yes.
STUDENT:
I'm in your applied theories class.
We're all down at the Math and Science building.
LAMBEAU:
It's Saturday.
STUDENT:
I know. We just couldn't wait 'till Monday to find out.
LAMBEAU:
Find out what?
STUDENT:
Who proved the theorem.
EXT. TOM FOLEY PARK, S. BOSTON -- AFTERNOON In the bleachers of the visiting section we find our boys, drinking and smoking cigarettes. Will pops open a beer. The boys have been here a while and it shows.
Billy sees something that catches his interest.
BILLY:
Who's that? She's got a nice ass.
Their P.O.V. reveals a girl in stretch pants talking to a beefy looking ITALIAN GUY (BOBBY CHAMPA)
MORGAN:
Yah, that is a nice ass.
CHUCKIE:
You could put a pool in that backyard.
BILLY:
Who's she talking to?
MORGAN:
That f***in' guinea, Will knows him.
WILL:
Yah, Bobby Champa. He used to beat the sh*t outta' me in Kindergarten.
BILLY:
He's a pretty big kid.
WILL:
Yah, he's the same size now as he was in Kindergarten.
