INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS Will walks into the lobby. A SECURITY GUARD looks up.
SECURITY GUARD:
Can I help you?
WILL:
Yeah, my name is Will Hunting. I'm here about a position.
SECURITY GUARD:
One moment.
The guard reaches for the phone.
DISSOLVE TO BLACK.
FADE UP to the sound of laughter.
INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE -- DAY Chuckie is again regaling Will and the guys at their table.
CHUCKIE:
Oh my God, I got the most f***ed up thing I been meanin' to tell you.
MORGAN:
Save it for your mother, funny guy.
We heard it before.
CHUCKIE:
Oh, Morgan.
They both get up, in one another's face. This is a play fight.
"You gonna start?" "You gonna pay my hospital bills?"
WILL:
Sorry to miss this.
INT. L STREET -- SAME Will comes back from the bathroom.
WILL:
(to Chuckie) You and Morgan throw?
CHUCKIE:
No, I had to talk him down.
WILL:
Why didn't you yoke him?
CHUCKIE:
Little Morgan's got a lot a scrap, dude. I'd rather fight a big kid, they never fight, everyone's scared of 'em. You know how many people try to whip Morgan's ass every week?
F***in' kid won't back down.
MORGAN:
(from across the table) What'd you say about me?
CHUCKIE:
Shut the f*** up.
Billy walks in the door and give Chuckie a look. Chuckie turns to Will.
