Do you have a soul-mate?

 
INT. SEAN’S OFFICE — NIGHT
Will sits across from Sean.
                        SEAN
           So you might be working for Uncle Sam.
                        WILL
           I don’t know.
                        SEAN
           Gerry says the meeting went well.
                        WILL
           I guess.
                        SEAN
           What did you think?
                        WILL
           What did I think?
A beat. Will has obviously been stewing on this.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody
           puts a code on my desk, something nobody
           else can break. So I take a shot at
           it and maybe I break it. And I’m real
           happy with myself, ’cause I did my job
           well. But maybe that code was the
           location of some rebel army in North
           Africa or the Middle East. Once they
           have that location, they bomb the
           village where the rebels were hiding
           and fifteen hundred people I never had
           a problem with get killed.
                 (rapid fire)
           Now the politicians are sayin’ "send
           in the Marines to secure the area"
           ’cause they don’t give a shit. It
           won’t be their kid over there, gettin’
           shot. Just like it wasn’t them when
           their number got called, ’cause they
           were pullin’ a tour in the National
           Guard. It’ll be some guy from Southie
           takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he
           comes home to find that the plant he
           used to work at got exported to the
           country he just got back from.
           And the guy who put the shrapnel in
           his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll
           work for fifteen cents a day and no
           bathroom breaks.
           Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes
           the only reason he was over there was
           so we could install a government that
           would sell us oil at a good price.
           And of course the oil companies used
           the skirmish to scare up oil prices so
           they could turn a quick buck. A cute,
           little ancillary benefit for them but
           it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty
           a gallon. And naturally they’re takin’
           their sweet time bringin’ the oil back
           and maybe even took the liberty of
           hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes
           to drink seven and sevens and play
           slalom with the icebergs and it ain’t
           too long ’til he hits one, spills the
           oil, and kills all the sea-life in the
           North Atlantic. So my buddy’s out of
           work and he can’t afford to drive so
           he’s got to walk to the job interviews
           which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his
           ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids.
           And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every
           time he tries to get a bite to eat the
           only blue-plate special they’re servin’
           is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
A beat.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           So what’d I think? I’m holdin’ out
           for somethin’ better. I figure I’ll
           eliminate the middle man. Why not
           just shoot my buddy, take his job and
           give it to his sworn enemy, hike up
           gas prices, bomb a village, club a
           baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join
           the National Guard? Christ, I could
           be elected President.
                        SEAN
           Do you think you’re alone?
                        WILL
           What?
                        SEAN
           Do you have a soul-mate?
                        WILL
           Define that.
                        SEAN
           Someone who challenges you in every
           way. Who takes you places, opens things
           up for you. A soul-mate.
                        WILL
           Yeah.
Sean waits.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           Shakespeare, Neitzche, Frost, O’Connor,
           Chaucer, Pope, Kant–
                        SEAN
           They’re all dead.
                        WILL
           Not to me, they’re not.
                        SEAN
           But you can’t give back to them, Will.
                        WILL
           Not without a heater and some serious
           smelling salts, no…
                        SEAN
           That’s what I’m saying, Will. You’ll
           never have that kind of relationship
           in a world where you’re afraid to take
           the first step because all you’re seeing
           are the negative things that might
           happen ten miles down the road.
                        WILL
           Oh, what? You’re going to take the
           professor’s side on this?
                        SEAN
           Don’t give me you line of shit.
                        WILL
           I didn’t want the job.
                        SEAN
           It’s not about that job. I’m not saying
           you should work for the government.
           But, you could do anything you want.
           And there are people who work their
           whole lives layin’ brick so their kids
           have a chance at the kind of opportunity
           you have. What do you want to do?
                        WILL
           I didn’t ask for this.
                        SEAN
           Nobody gets what they ask for, Will.
           That’s a cop-out.
                        WILL
           Why is it a cop-out? I don’t see
           anythin’ wrong with layin’ brick, that’s
           somebody’s home I’m buildin’. Or fixin’
           somebody’s car, somebody’s gonna get
           to work the next day ’cause of me.
           There’s honor in that.
                        SEAN
           You’re right, Will. Any man who takes
           a forty minute train ride so those
           college kids can come in in the morning
           and their floors will be clean and
           their trash cans will be empty is an
           honorable man.
A beat. Will says nothing.
                        SEAN (cont’d)
           And when they get drunk and puke in
           the sink, they don’t have to see it
           the next morning because of you. That’s
           real work, Will. And there is honor
           in that. Which I’m sure is why you
           took the job.
A beat.
                        SEAN (cont’d)
           I just want to know why you decided to
           sneak around at night, writing on
           chalkboards and lying about it.
                 (beat)
           ‘Cause there’s no honor in that.
Will is silent.
                        SEAN (cont’d)
           Something you want to say?
Sean gets up, goes to the door and opens it.
                        SEAN (cont’d)
           Why don’t you come back when you have
           an answer for me.
                        WILL
           What?
                        SEAN
           If you won’t answer my questions, you’re
           wasting my time.
                        WILL
           What?
Will loses it, slams the door shut.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           Fuck you!
Sean has finally gotten to Will.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           Who the fuck are you to lecture me
           about life? You fuckin’ burnout!
           Where’s your "soul-mate?!"
Sean lets this play out. Possible "shepard" change.
                        WILL (cont’d)
           Dead! She dies and you just cash in
           your chips. That’s a fuckin’ cop-out!
                        SEAN
           I been there. I played my hand.
                        WILL
           That’s right. And you fuckin’ lost!
           And some people would have the sack to
           lose a big hand like that and still
           come back and ante up again!
                        SEAN
           Look at me. What do you want to do?
A beat. Will looks up.
SEAN (cont’d) You and your bullshit. You got an answer for everybody. But I asked you a straight question and you can’t give me a straight answer. Because you don’t know. Sean goes to the door and opens it. Will walks out.
….
SEAN Why is he hiding? Why is he a janitor? Why doesn’t he trust anybody? Because the first thing that happened to him was that he was abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him the most! LAMBEAU Oh, come on, Sean– SEAN –And why does he hang out with his friends? Because any one of those kids would come in here and take a bat to your head if he asked them to. It’s called loyalty!

WILL (re: embrace) Does this violate the patient/doctor relationship? SEAN Only if you grab my ass. They laugh. WILL See ya. SEAN Good luck. Both men smile.

WILL (in writing) Sean– If the Professor calls about that job, just tell him, "Sorry, I had to go see about a girl."
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