There is no proof-- Lambeau can no longer contain himself.
LAMBEAU:
Maker builds "K" to the "N." N is three to the K times--
PEKEC:
--But--
WILL:
Look, I wrote it down.
They turn to Will who places his proof on the projector. The image is cast over their faces. It reads: As Pekec reads and the realization dawns on him:
WILL:
It's just simpler this way.
Lambeau turns with satisfaction to an understanding Pekec.
LAMBEAU:
Alexander, your theory is changed.
CUT TO:
INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT Will and Skylar in her room, post coital. They are wrapped in a sheet. Will is absent-mindedly playing the memory game SIMON.
The pattern grows increasingly complex. After a beat:
SKYLAR:
Why do we always stay here?
WILL:
'Cause it's nicer than my place.
SKYLAR:
I've never seen your place.
WILL:
Exactly.
SKYLAR:
What about your friends? Or your brothers? When do I get to meet them?
WILL:
They don't come over here that much.
SKYLAR:
I think I can make it to South Boston.
WILL:
Aah, it's kind of a hike.
SKYLAR:
Is it me you're hiding from them or the other way around?
WILL:
All right, all right. We'll go.
SKYLAR:
When?
WILL:
Sometime. I don't know. Next week.
SKYLAR:
What if I said I wouldn't sleep with you again until you let me meet your friends?
WILL:
I'd say... (reaches for phone) It's only four in the mornin', they're prob'ly up.
