I didn't know you had. Do you want to talk about that?
(beat) I don't know a lot, Will. But let me tell you one thing. All this history, this sh*t... (indicates file) Look here, son.
Will, who had been looking away, loos at Sean.
SEAN:
This is not your fault.
WILL:
(nonchalant) Oh, I know.
SEAN:
It's not your fault.
WILL:
(smiles) I know.
SEAN:
It's not your fault.
WILL:
I know.
SEAN:
It's not your fault.
WILL:
(dead serious) I know.
SEAN:
It's not your fault.
WILL:
Don't f*** with me.
SEAN:
(comes around desk, sits in front of Will) It's not your fault.
WILL:
(tears start) I know.
SEAN:
It's not...
WILL:
(crying hard) I know, I know... Sean takes Will in his arms and holds him like a child. Will sobs like a baby. After a moment, he wraps his arms around Sean and holds him, even tighter. We pull back from this image. Two lonely souls being father and son together.
INT. RED LINE CAR -- DUSK Will rides the Red Line, above ground. He looks out over the landscape. Small back yards, laundry hangs from wire lines.
Chainlink fences, overgrown with weeds.
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON PARK -- DAY Will walking through South Boston. He cuts through a park. A senior citizen is spearing trach for the city.
INT. WILL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT Will at home. Not reading. Looks up at the ceiling.
EXT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES -- DAY Will walks up to a nondescript building, he walks through the glass doors, into the lobby.
