I don't want to "save" you. I just want to be with you. I love you. I love you!
Will, full of self-loathing, raises his hand to strike her.
WILL:
Don't bullshit me! Don't f***in' bullshit me!
SKYLAR:
(standing up to him) You know what I want to hear? I want to hear that you don't love me.
If you tell me that, then I'll leave you alone. I won't ask any questions and I won't be in your life.
A beat. Will looks Skylar dead in the eye. Lowers his hand.
WILL:
I don't love you.
He walks out.
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EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- NIGHT Will leaves pulling on his clothes.
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INT. NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OFFICE -- DAY Will sits across from two N.S.A. AGENTS, OLIVER DYTRESS and ROBERT TAVANO. These guys are smug, clean cut, gung-ho and looking sharp in twin navy blue suits.
WILL:
So why do you think I should work for the National Security Agency?
DYTRESS:
Well, you'd be working on the cutting edge. You'd be exposed to the kind of technology you couldn't see anywhere else because we've classified it. Super string theory, Chaos Math, Advanced algorithms--
WILL:
Codebreaking.
DYTRESS:
That's one aspect of what we do.
WILL:
Come on, that's what you do. You handle more than eighty percent of the intelligence workload. You're seven times the size of the C.I.A.
DYTRESS:
That's exactly right, Will. So the question as I see it isn't "why should you work for N.S.A." it's "why shouldn't you?"
WILL:
Why shouldn't I work for the National Security Agency? That's a tough one.
Will bites his tongue, trying to make this work.
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INT. CHUCKIE'S HOUSE -- DAY Chuckie, Billy, and Will sit in the Sullivan kitchen. Billy cracks open a beer and Chuckie reads the sports page. Both boys are smoking. Will drinks a beer, distractedly. We hear the faint music track and soft moans of a PORNO MOVIE emanating from a back room. After a beat, Chuckie looks up.
CHUCKIE:
Morgan, if you're watchin' pornos in my mom's room again I'm gonna give you a f***in' beatin'!
After a beat, Morgan comes out of the back room, red-faced.
