"Mind Catcher" movie script
Text/〔United States〕Ma Damon, Ben Affleck
Translation/Chong Cheng
fade in:
Location, South Boston, St. Patrick's Day Parade (Note 1), during the day. (Cut to)
Interior view, South Boston L Street Grill Bar. dusk.
The bar was dirty and decayed. It seemed that he had never been on duty, and he was not in the shop right now. As we shook a few empty tables, we could almost smell the bad smell of beer and crushed pretzels on the ground overnight.
Chucky: Oh my goodness, I sincerely want to tell you the most nonsense thing.
When the camera was pulled up, we saw four young people sitting around a table close to the inside.
All: Oh my goodness. it has started.
The person who spoke was Chucky Sullivan, 20 years old, the tallest in the group. He behaves bluntly, yells, and is a man of jokes by nature. Next to him is Will Hunting, 20 years old, beautiful and confident, and a gentle-speaking leader. Sitting on Will's right is Billy McBride, 22 years old, big, not talkative, the kind of person you don't want to fight with him. The last one is Morgan O'Malley, 19 years old, shorter than the others, fierce and impatient, and he is particularly disgusted when he listens to Chucky's story.
These four boys all speak a strong Boston accent. This is a rude Irish working-class settlement, and these children are the products of this place.
Chucky: You all know my cousin Mickey Sullivan, right?
All: Know.
Chucky: You know he likes animals, right? Anyway, he drove home last week (laughs)...
All: What's the matter? Say it!
Chucky (can't help but laugh): I'm sorry, because you all know Mickey. This nasty devil loves animals, and you least want him to happen to this kind of thing.
Will: Chucky, what's the trouble?
Chucky: Alright. He was driving a car, the damn cat jumped in front of his car, and he hit it—
Chucky was really laughing now.
Morgan: ——It’s nothing about Coke——
Chucky:-He said, "Unlucky! Fuck you!" He looked in the rear mirror and saw the cat-I'm sorry-
Billy: Hate Chucky!
Chucky: So he saw that the cat wanted to cross the road. It didn't look good.
Will: So it goes quite slowly.
Morgan: You guys are disgusting.
Chucky: So Mickey said, "Unlucky, I have to get this guy out of pain." So he picked up a hammer from the toolbox—
Will, Morgan, Billy: Oh!
Chucky: ——Start chasing the cat and hit it hard with a hammer. You know, he wanted to get that thing out of the sea of suffering,
Morgan: God.
Chucky: He kept apologizing to the cat: "I'm sorry", bang! "Sorry", bang!
Billy: As if it can understand.
Chucky: ——At this time, a Samoan kid ran out of his house and said, "You bastard, what are you going to do with my cat!" Mickey said, "I'm sorry,"-bang! ——"My car hit your cat, I was thinking about getting it out of pain"——Boom! The cat died. So Mickey said, "Why don't you come and take a look at the front of my truck." Because that person is already focused on--
Will: Look at the smashed head of his cat.
Morgan glared at Will, but Will just smiled.
Chucky: Yes. So he said: "Look at the front of my truck, I can prove that I hit it, because there may be blood or something else there."——
Will: —or a tail —
Morgan: Will!
Chucky: That's it, they walked to his truck... There was also a cat tortured there.
Will, Morgan, Billy: No! Uh!
Chaki: Is it inexplicable? He killed an innocent cat! (Turns dark)
The opening captions are displayed on a series of urban scenes, showing the daily lives of the people who actually live and work there.
Location, South Boston, daytime.
We saw the whole picture of South Boston.
Interior view, Will's apartment, daytime.
Will sits in his apartment, the four walls are completely bare, a bed with a small bedside table, and an empty wastepaper basket are the furnishings of the room. There is a stack of about twenty library books by the bed. He is flipping through a book, about one page per second.
Location, Will's apartment, during the day.
The search station is on the porch of Will's house. His Osmobile car did not stall by the side of the road. Will came out and they boarded the car.
Location, MIT campus, fixed lens, daytime.
We moved from the crowded university campus to the commercial district. Finally, we crossed the river and saw the huge cement dome building, which constituted the MIT campus. (Cut to)
Interior view, MIT classroom. daytime.
The classroom was crowded with graduating students, as well as teaching assistant Tom, 33 years old. Professor Lambert, 52 years old, is teaching. The blackboard behind him was full of theorems.
Lamb: Please finish reading McKinley's book next month. Many of you may have read it in the real number analysis class in the middle school, so there is no harm in reviewing it. I will also write an exercise about Fourier Theory on the blackboard in the large corridor——
Everyone rushed.
Lambert: I hope one of you can prove it before the end of the term. The first person to finish can not only get my appreciation, but also put his achievement record on file and print his name on the lucky "MIT Technology".
Lambert held up a thin publication entitled "MIT Technology". Everyone laughed.
Lambert: Previous winners include Nobel Prize-winning scholars, world-famous cosmic physicists, Field Medal winners and ordinary MIT professors.
More laughter.
Lambert: Okay, that's it.
Sporadic applause. The students packed their schoolbags. (Cut to)
Interior view, play room, later.
This is a casino where you can play various games. Will, Chucky, Morgan and Billy lined up one after the other, each occupying a batting position. Will's ball machine failed to serve the ball, so he threw the ball to Chucky. These children have drunk alcohol. Will throws a ball to Chucky, high and strong. There are a few empty beer cans beside the driving range.
Chucky: Will!
The other pitch was a bad ball inside.
Chucky: It's time for you to recharge!
Will: Who do you think you are, you fool? Your position is wrong.
Will took another shot, which was still inside bad.
Chucky: Where do you want me to go back!
Will: It was because your position was wrong.
Chaki laughed and took a step back.
Chucky: Casey works as a security officer in a Harvard bar. When should we go see it?
Will: Why are we going there?
Chucky: Who knows, maybe get some clever ghosts to play with (and take a step back). It's better than playing with you.
Will: Go to your mother.
Will threw a ball on Chucky's head. Chucky squatted down to avoid it, he stood up and pumped Bill with his baseball helmet. (Cut to)
Exterior view, South Boston roof, early afternoon.
Sean McGuire, 52 years old, dressed up and down, sitting on a dilapidated linen chair on the roof of his apartment. He is strong, with a beautiful moustache, and looks at the city blankly. On his lap was an open invitation card that read: MIT Class 72 Party. When Sean sits quietly in the quiet afternoon, the look on his eyelids tells us that he has encountered difficult problems. This is a man who has experienced ups and downs and will still struggle for life. From his lonely gaze, we-- (cut to)
Location, MIT campus lawn, daytime.
A party for the 30th anniversary of graduation was held on the lawn. A group of well-dressed people hovered under a banner with the words "Welcome to Class 72 back to school" written on it. We saw Professor Lambaugh standing there looking around the crowd with a drink. He was interrupted by a student who came by.
Student: I'm sorry, is it Professor Lambaugh?
Lamb: Yes.
Student: I am a student in your applied theory class. We are all in the math and science building.
Lambert: Today is Saturday.
Student: I know, but we just want to figure it out before Monday.
Lamb: What do you understand?
Student: Who proved that theorem? (Cut to)
Exterior view, Tom Foley Park, South Boston, afternoon.
In the bleachers, we saw our lads, they were drinking and smoking. Will opened a can of beer with a "bang". It can be seen that the boys have been here for a while.
Billy saw something that aroused his interest.
Billy: Who is she? Her ass is very beautiful.
Their point of view: A girl in stretch pants is talking to a muscular Italian guy (Kamen Scarpalia).
Morgan: Yes, it's a beautiful ass.
Chucky: You can build a swimming pool on it.
Billy: Who is she talking to?
Morgan: That nasty bastard, Will knows him.
Will: Yes. Kamin Scarpalia. When I was in kindergarten, he often beat me up.
Bill: He is quite big.
Will: Exactly. He is about as big as he was in kindergarten now.
Morgan: I hate it, let's get something to eat...
Chucky: What's wrong, Morgan, you are not going to talk to her?
Morgan: Fuck her.
The boys got up and walked down the stands.
Will: I am not too big now.
Morgan (nonchalantly): Let's go to Kelly.
Chucky: Morgan, I don't go to Kelly's steakhouse because you like the girl who takes care of the takeout. It takes 15 minutes to walk.
Morgan: We have nothing to do, don't we have 15 minutes to spare?
Chucky: Okay, Morgan, very good. I will tell you why not go to Kelly. Because the stinky girl who takes out the food is a fucking idiot. It's a pity that you like her, but she is as stupid as a wooden pillar. She has never got what we want right, never once.
Morgan: She's not stupid.
Will: She is clever like a marble.
Chucky: Let's not go. (Pause) I don't like Kelly's things at all. (Cut to)
Interior view, Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Aisle, later.
Lamb was still wearing the neat clothes he wore at the party, and walked down the aisle with some documents. A group of students gathered at the blackboard. When he walked to the blackboard, they separated automatically to make way. He checked the argument against the documents in hand. Feeling satisfied, he turned to face the students.
Lamb: This is correct. Who did it?
There was no sound. Lamb turned to an Indian student.
Lamb: Nemesh?
Neimexu (shakes his head in fear): Impossible.
Lambaugh erased the argument and began to write a new exercise.
Lamb: Well, no matter who it is, I'm sure this problem is enough for you to prove that you will make a difference in the future. That is, if you can make this.
Interior view, Chucky's car galloping in South Boston. Continuous footage.
When our lads went to Broadway, the street was very crowded. They lowered the windows and walked slowly in the traffic. While driving, Chucky checked the large pockets of Kelly's steakhouse that specialize in take-out food.
Morgan: Double burgers.
Chucky is still checking the contents of the bag, and Will holds the steering wheel for him.
Morgan (same tone): Double burger.
Chucky took out his share of fries and passed Will's share.
Morgan: I... I want a double burger.
Chucky: Shut your stinky mouth, I know what you want, and I'm not deaf!
Morgan: Then why don't you give me my sandwich?
Chucky: What do you mean by your sandwich? I bought it.
Morgan (sarcasm): Really, okay...
Chucky: How much money do you have?
Morgan: I told you that I only have change.
Chucky: Okay, give me your damn change. We can pay for your damn sandwich in installments.
Morgan: Why do you have to fart instead of talking, Chucky?
Chucky: I think you should raise your credit rating.
Chucky laughed, then turned around and flipped through the contents of the paper bag.
Chucky: Oh, stinky girl...
Will: She didn't make any more mistakes, did she?
Chucky: Oh my god. It's far away.
Morgan: Did she make my double burger?
Chucky: No, she didn't make your double burger! ! It's all fucking rayfish steaks! !
Chucky turned his head and threw a fish steak sandwich to Morgan, and another to Billy.
Will: Oh my god, it's terrible. Has anyone of you ever wanted a mandarin fish steak?
Chucky: No, but we have four copies.
Billy: You must be joking with me. Why are we still going to her?
Chucky: We go there often because the pesky Morgan is obsessed with her. But when we walked to the window, he never spoke to her, he never even got out of the car, and she never got what we wanted. Because she is a fucking short-sighted.
Will: She has done her best today...
Morgan: I am not obsessed with her...
The camera moved to Will, he was paying attention to something outside the painting.
Will's perspective: Carmine Scarpalia and his friends are walking down the street. One of them casually threw a bottle into a wire trash can. The bottle broke, and some broken glass was splashed on a passing woman. Although she was not injured, she was very upset.
Chucky: Do we have any ideas?
Will: I don't know yet.
Will's point of view: The girl said something to Kamin and he turned back. Judging from her expression, it was a bit unpleasant.
Morgan: Forget it, Will. ...
Chucky: Shut up.
Morgan: If you ever wanted to beat him, why didn't you do it in the park just now? I'm not going now, I'm eating.
Will: Then don't go.
Will got out of the car and slowly drew close to Carmine Scarpalia. Billy got out of the car too, following Will, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.
Chucky: Morgan, let's go.
Morgan: I mean it, Chucky. I dont go.
Chucky opened the door and got out of the car to keep up.
Chaki (turning around in place): You have to go. If you don't go there within two seconds, they will clean up you after I clean up.
With this sentence left, Chucky stepped out of the car door. (Cut to)
Location, sidewalk, footage.
Will slowly walked towards Kamin Scarpalia, shouting loudly across the road.
Will (smiling, kind): Hi, Carmine Scarpalia! I went to kindergarten with you, right? In Sister Margaret's class...
Kamin was overwhelmed by the unprepared alarm and couldn't figure out Will's intentions for a while. When Will said that Kamin might remember him, he punched and started--
Fighting scene. There are 40 M. Gay style "Let's fight" frames
Will's sharpness and considerable strength were enough to knock Scarparia helplessly dizzy.
When Will first started beating Carmain, Carmain's friends gathered to deal with Will. Billy jumped into the circle and knocked a guy to the ground. These two people huddled together on the sidewalk.
Will couldn't stand his strength, and fell back, dodge the flying fists, trying not to be beaten too badly. When he attacked one young man, the other got a chance to get out of his hands and hit Will on the head with a punch. Will couldn't stand and couldn't see clearly. When the other person was about to punch him, Chucky gave him a cold blow, knocking that person up like a sled with wheels.
Chucky looked back and saw that Will was still outnumbered. At best, Will could only stand firm. At this moment, Morgan kicked one of Scarparia from the hood. Contrary to our imagination, Morgan is a good thug. He gave the boy a shower of fists. The fight was nasty, ugly, and chaotic. Most of the fists were fists, some were empty; their heads hit the concrete floor, and some people threw bottles. In the end, our group could stand up, and Kamin's friends flinched. Chucky and Morgan looked back at Will, who was still punching the unconscious Carmine Scarpalia.
Oblique shot of Will: cruel, ugly, violent, viciously. There must be nameless malice in him, and he vented them on Kamin Scarpalia. He hit the helpless Scarpalia, who had lost consciousness, with fire in his eyes. Chucky and Billy pulled Will away.
The police finally arrived at the scene and could only confirm that Will was murdering Scarpalia and they took him away.
Location, sidewalk, footage.
A group of bystanders gathered. Chucky greeted them.
Chucky: Hi, thank you for coming out.
Will: Yes, I invite you all to enjoy a compensatory fish sandwich at Morgan's house.
The police pushed Will to the front cover of a car.
Will (to the police): Hi, although it's not French pancakes, it's free.
The police grabbed Will and slammed his face against the front cover of the car. Another policeman used a baton to force Will into the car. Will's eyes were angry.
Will: Take that bastard thing away!
Will resisted. Another policeman came over. Will kicked him on the knee and knocked him over. After breaking free for a while, Will quarreled with the three policemen, and more people surrounded Will-even if he struggled-he was beaten. (Cut to)
Exterior view, Sean's roof, at sunset.
Sean is still sitting as we did when we saw him, but his tie was loosened and there was an empty bottle of Irish whiskey beside him. He looks out at the city. A landlady who looked like a manager came out of the doorway and walked to the roof.
Landlady: Sean?
Sean did not answer.
Landlady: Sean? Are you OK? It's getting cold.
Shaun: Yes.
Landlady (pause): It's getting colder.
After a while, she went back downstairs. Sean didn't move. (change)
Location, Charles River, introductory shot, morning.
The river surface was shining with golden light of morning light. (Cut to)
Location, court. The next morning.
Will came out of the court. Chucky waited in his Cadillac, holding two cups of Dunkin Cookie coffee in his hand. He handed Will a cup of coffee. Just like usual.
Chucky: When will it be arraigned?
Will: Next week.
Chucky drove the car away. (Cut to)
Location, MIT campus, introductory shot, morning.
Students took their schoolbags to class, and more students seemed to go to a specific classroom.
Interior view, MIT classroom, morning.
The classroom is more crowded than when we saw it last time. An atmosphere of excitement. Tom made notes when Lambaugh spoke very nicely and exaggeratedly.
Lambert: Is this my illusion or my students have matured greatly?
There was a burst of laughter.
Lambert: I look at you young people. Some are my students, some are not, and even my colleagues. Even if my imagination becomes a problem, I also know that you are not here to listen to my lectures——
More laughter.
Lamb: ——But, it hasn't been confirmed who it is. Our respected science and technology magazine has to call him a "mysterious mathematics magician."
He held up a "MIT Technology" magazine with a silhouette of a figure adorned with a large question mark. The title is "Mysterious Mathematical Magician Strikes Again".
Lambert: No matter who you are, you have already answered four of the most difficult theorems I have given students. Just stand up, silent naughty kid, and accept your reward.
The students waited with bated breath. A student moved on his seat and made a noise.
Lambert: Well, I am sorry to disappoint my audience. It means that no one is showing the true face of Mount Lu here today. I do not ask those of you who have not taken an undergraduate course to go away now, but in the next three hours we will explore the cosmic quality of eigenvectors.
Some people began to pack their things and leave. Lamb picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.
Lamb: Anyway, my colleagues and I have exchanged opinions, and now there is a difficult question on the blackboard, which took us two years to verify. Now you guys try it too; the challenge has been launched. All faculty members have already challenged, relying on confidence and courage. (Cut to)
Interior view, MIT corridor, at night.
Lamb and Tom walked out of his office and locked the door. When he was about to turn around and walk towards the corridor, he stopped. Hearing a faint "click", he turned and walked towards the corridor.
Lamb and Tom walked to a corner. Their point of view: seeing a silhouette of a person, conspicuously making an argument on the blackboard. There is a mop and bucket beside him. When Lamb came closer, he could see that this was Will in the uniform of his fellow workers. The look in his eyes is attentive and highly concentrated.
Lamb: Please forgive me!
Will raised his head and immediately pulled his feet to leave.
Will: Oh, sorry.
Lamb: What are you doing?
Will (going away): I'm sorry.
Lamb: What's your name? (Pause) Don't go. This is our job, you can't scribble here.
Will: Hi, go to you.
Lamb (excitedly): OK... I want to talk to your supervisor.
Will walked out. Lamborg went to "sort out" the argument, and looked closely at what Will had messed up on the blackboard. He paused and looked at the blackboard again, revealing surprise.
Lamb: Oh my god.
There was a sound of closing doors in the aisle. He turned to look for Will, but he was nowhere to be seen. (Cut to)
Exterior view, the Bow and Arrow Hotel in Cambridge, that night.
In the crowded Harvard Bar, Will and our group walked through a line of several Harvard students, waiting to check their documents.
Morgan: What happened? (Pause) You got fired?
Will: Yes Morgan, I was fired.
Morgan (laughing): What the hell is it to lose such an annoying dull job? How hard is it to push a broom?
Chucky: Haven't you been expelled too, you have three abuses.
Morgan: Yes, that's not the same, I am an administrative adjustment——
Billy: ——Yes. Adjust those who work slowly for them.
Morgan: Fuck you, you fat pig.
Billy: At least I have a subsistence job. (To Will) Why were you fired?
Will: Adjust management.
laughter.
Chucky: My uncle probably put you on my record group.
Morgan: What is this called? I only begged you to find me a job yesterday.
Chucky: I said no to you yesterday!
After the two students checked their documents at the janitor (Kathy), our boy lined up to follow up.
All (one next to one another): How good these days, Casey?
Casey nodded a little, and raised his hand to let them in. The fifth boy, a Harvard student wanted to follow in. He was blocked by Casey's strong arm.
Casey: Where's the credentials?
Interior view, Bow and Arrow Hotel-continuous footage.
Chucky collects money from the young man to buy wine. All the staff except Morgan took out a few crumpled banknotes.
Chucky: This is the Harvard Bar, eh? I thought there should be equations and other nonsense on the wall.
Interior view, the back of the Bow and Arrow Hotel, shortly afterwards.
Chucky returned to the table where Will, Morgan, and Billy had sat down comfortably. He saw two young and charming Harvard girls sitting together at the end of the bar. Chucky swaggered over to them and sat down on the bar seat. He grinned, trying to hide his Boston accent.
Chucky: Hi, how are you guys?
Lydia: Very good.
Skira: Very good.
Chucky: Are you two girls going to school here?
Lydia: Yes.
Chucky: Yeah, I think we went to class together.
At this time, several groups of people began to pay attention to it. Morgan, Billy, and Will strive to stay within earshot without showing up. Clark, 22, a sizable student wearing a Harvard lacrosse jersey, noticed Chucky. He walked up to Lydia and Skira, and walked around them boldly like a protector. This can attract the attention of Will, Morgan, and Billy.
Skira: What class are you taking?
Chucky: Well, I think it's a history class.
Skira: Oh...
Chucky: Really, this school is pretty good...
Clark (can't help it anymore, stepped in): What class did you just talk about?
Chucky: History class.
Clark: Do you like history?
Chucky: Very good, very good.
Clark: History? Is it simply "history"? Then it must be an introduction course.
Chucky nodded. Clark noticed Chucky's clothes. Will and Billy exchanged glances and moved slyly there.
Clark: The scope is quite wide. Is it world history?
Chucky: Hi, brother, we are in class all day long. (Shortly) One thing about Harvard that has always surprised me is that people are always talking about school.
Clark: I am the last person to talk about school in this bar. But since you are here, I want to "seize" the opportunity to ask you a question.
Billy poured his beer can to his left hand, and Will and Morgan saw it. Morgan's eyes rounded, as if saying: "Stop...".
Clark: Oh. You must have learned history well.
Clark watched if the two girls were paying attention. They didn't care. When Clark looked back at Chucky, Schila turned his head and rolled his eyes at Lydia. They laughed. Will caught a glimpse of it and was delighted.
Chaki: To tell you the truth, I don't go to classes often, and the content of this class is rather superficial.
Clark: Superficial? Oh, I believe it. I remember this kind of class-only scheduled between break and lunch.
Will and Billy walked over and stood behind Chucky.
Chucky: Okay, want to find something difficult?
Clark: There are no problems. I just hope you can tell me about the evolution of the early colonial market economy. In my opinion, the economic form during the American Revolutionary War, especially in the southern colonies, can best reflect the characteristics of pre-capitalist land ownership, and...
Will moved to Chakey at this juncture and couldn't help but join the conversation.
Will: Of course, this is your argument. You are a first-year student. You have just finished reading some Marxist historians, maybe Porter Garrison’s book, so it’s not surprising that this is what you believe, and when you read James Lemmon’s work next month, you will be convinced of Virginia And Pennsylvania already had a strong scale of corporateization and capital accumulation in the 1640s. This course will be in your second academic year, and then you will think twice about Gordon Wood’s pre-revolutionary utopia and military mobilization. The effect of capital formation.
Clark (surprised): Well, in fact I would not be like this, because Wood is extremely underestimated...
Will: ——Wood extremely underestimated the social differences based on wealth, especially inherited wealth... You must see this in Vic’s "Survey in Essex County", pages 98 to 102, right? ? But do you have your own opinions on this issue? Otherwise you can only copy the whole book for me?
Clark was speechless for a moment.
Will: Look, don't pretend to be a wise man and shame my friends to impress the girls.
Clark is now defeated, looking for a decent retreat, no matter what.
Will: The sad thing is: in about 50 years, you can start to think independently. At that time, you will realize that there are only two things in life that are beyond doubt.
Clark: Really? Which two pieces.
Will: First, don't do that kind of thing. Second, what you get for $150,000 in education can be fully paid in the $1.50 fee paid by the public library for overdue book returns.
Will caught Skira's eyes.
Clark: But I will have a degree, and you will get French fries for my kids at the takeaway window on our way to ski.
Will (smiling): Maybe. But at least I will not be a person without unique insights. (Shortly) If you have questions about this, I guess we can go outside and discuss it like this.
When Will actually looked down on him, Clark decided not to accept Will's suggestion.
Will: If you change your mind, I will be at the bar.
He turned and walked away. Chucky gave Clark a glimpse and left. Morgan turned to a lady nearby.
Morgan: My friend is extremely smart.
Interior view, bow and arrow hotel, on the bar cabinet, later.
Will and Morgan enthusiastically watched Chucky and Billy play a bar basketball game on the bar cabinet. Players throw small basketballs into small baskets. We occasionally heard Chucky yelling in the background when he scored: "Larry!" Skira left the crowd and walked towards Will.
Skira: You flatterer.
Will: What?
Skira: I have been sitting there for 45 minutes, waiting for you to come and talk to me. But I am tired now and must go home. I don't want to wait for you there anymore.
Will: My name is Will.
Skira: My name is Skira. By the way, the guy over there is an authentic vulgar generation, I just want you to know that he didn't come with us.
Will: I also have this impression.
Skira: Well, look, I must go now. I had to get up early to waste my high education expenses.
Will: I didn't target you just now. Listen to me, maybe...
Skira: This is my phone number.
Skira took out a folded paper and gave it to Will.
Skira: Maybe when we can go out for a cup of coffee?
Will: Great, maybe we can go somewhere for a handful of candy.
Skira: What?
Will: When you think about it, it's just as casual as a cup of coffee.
Skira (laughs): Okay, that's good (turns around).
Will: 5 minutes.
Skira: What's the matter?
Will: I just slowed down my thoughts. (Pointing to the clock) I wanted to go over there and talk to you at 12:15.
Skira: Look, this is a nonsense I've heard all my life. I must hear your most refreshing words in another five minutes.
Will: Candy is my myth.
Skira (for a short while): I'm glad to be here. (Cut to)
Exterior view, Bow and Arrow Hotel-later.
Our lads walked out of the hotel and teased each other about their bar basketball record. There is another bar with a glass facade across the road. Morgan saw Clark sitting in the window with a few friends.
Morgan: That's the wow wow guy over there, going on some of his skiing "trips". We should kick this dude in the ass.
Will: Stay still.
Will crossed the road, walked towards the thick glass window, and stood opposite Clark, with only a layer of glass between the two. He knocked on the glass to get Clark's attention.
Will: Hi!
Clark turned his head to Will.
Will: Do you like apples?
Clark didn't understand what he meant.
Will: Do you like apples?
Clark: What is it?
Will tapped Skira's phone number on the glass.
Will: I got her phone number! How are you interested in these apples? ! !
There was a burst of laughter from Will's friends. Side shot Clark: He was discouraged.
Location, street, night.
The boys squeezed into Chucky's car, laughed and drove back home together.
Exterior view, Charles Street Bridge. breaking Dawn.
The car drove quickly across Charles Bridge, overtaking a red line train.
Exterior view, the road in Charles Town. breaking Dawn.
Walked on the narrow road in Charles Town, past Bunker Hill Monument.
Location, Will's apartment, during the day.
When he arrived at Will's house, he got out of the car. (Into)
Interior view, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, management area office garage, daytime.
Lamb walked into a small simple garage. Some machinery and various tools for lawn trimming are stored here. An older man, Terry, 58, sits behind his desk and reads the sports edition of the Boston Herald. Lamb apparently had never been here before. He looked at this environment, feeling a little uncomfortable. Afraid of staining the clothes.
Lamb: I'm sorry. Is this the management area office?
Terry: Yes. Can I help you?
Lamb: I want to know the name of a student who works here.
Terry: No students work here.
Lambert: Can you check it out? Because that young man works in my office building--
Terry: Which office building are you in?
Lamb: Building two.
Terry checked a list on his desk. look up.
Terry: Well, if something is stolen, I should know.
Lambert: No, it's not such a thing. I just need his name.
Terry: Unless you have an accusation, I can't tell you his name.
Lambert: Please, I am the professor here, this matter is very important.
Terry: Well, he didn't come to work today...
Terry paused for a while, holding all the cards.
Terry: Look, he got the job through his parole officer, so you can call him.
Terry flipped through a stack of paper on the desk, he took out a card and handed it to Lamb. Lambert looked at the card blankly, which read: Parole Employment Manual.
Interior, courtroom, daytime.
Will stood in front of Judge Malone (40 years old), awaiting trial. The scene is very casual. The court was almost empty, only Will and the prosecutor. Lambert enters from behind.
Will: There is a long-standing legal precedent, sir. Looking back to 1789, the reason was that a defendant might claim to be self-defense, rebelling against a government agent, and this behavior manifested itself as a defendant rebelling against autocracy, a defense of freedom--
The judge interrupted him and spoke to the prosecutor.
Judge Malone: Mr. Simmons, it was a lawsuit issued by Officer McNealy. He is not in my court now. Why?
Prosecutor: He was hospitalized with a knee injury, sir. I got a confession certificate from another police officer.
Will: Henry Ward Beecher declared in his 1887 "Plymouth Maxim" that "every American citizen from birth is a sworn official of this country, and every man is a policeman." Like other police officers, even William Congreve said that the first person to shout "No Steal" is often the one who steals money. "
Prosecutor: Your Excellency——
Will speeds up.
Will (to the prosecutor): Our constitution gives me the right to defend myself, sir. The same document guarantees my right to freedom. "Freedom", in case you have forgotten it, is "people's right to breathe. When it cannot take a deep breath, the law is too tightly bound. Without freedom, people will faint." (A few moments to the judge) Same as above. Your Mightiness.
Prosecutor: What do people want?
Will: Jules Caesar (note 2) declared-although he has been injured-"the decree that protects the rights and freedoms of citizens..."
The judge interrupted him.
Judge Malone: My child. (Pause) It's my turn to talk.
The judge opened Will's case history.
Judge Malong (reading): June 1993, fight; August 1993, fight... In February 1994, a major car theft case...
After a while, the judge read the detailed introduction.
Judge Malone: ...obviously, you defended yourself there and disrupted this case, citing the "right to idle assets of horses and carriages" in 1798...
Lamb could not help laughing, deeply impressed. The judge shook his head.
Judge Malone: In March 1994, he drank in public, was naked in public, and fought. In October 1994, intentional violence. In November 1994, a fight. In January 1995, imitating police officers, deliberately hurting, stealing, and confronting—repeatedly—
The judge paused for a moment. Take a look at Will.
Judge Malone: You are in my court now, and I understand your criminal record. (After a while) I also know that you are an orphan. You have been to several families that adopted orphans. Because of a series of physical abuse, the state government will let you leave your home since you were 3 years old.
The judge fixed his eyes on Will. Will lowered his head.
Judge Malone: Another judge may have noticed. You hit a policeman, and you participated. (Pause) The appeal rejected will not be accepted.
The bailiff walked over and took Will out of the court.
Judge Malone: Keep preparing for your argument, boy. I will give you a piece of advice for the trial: to be righteous, not crooked.
When Will was led out of the courtroom, Lambert walked to the judge, who was walking out of the bench.
Lamb: Please forgive me, sir. (Stretching out his hand) My name is Gerald Lamb.
An awkward interval. Lamb was waiting for the other party's response.
Lambert: I am a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. (Pause) Teaching combinatorics.
The judge only glanced indifferently.
Judge Malone: Oh. Fortunately.
Lamb: Can you give me some time? (Cut to)
Interior view, Middlesacks County Prison, detention area, same time as above.
In the corridor, a guard led Will to several telephones.
Guard: You can only call the lawyer once. (Pause) Hit once.
The guard looked at Will viciously for a moment. Then walk away.
Will: How much?
Will picked up the handset and dialed.
Will: Hello, Skira?
Interior view, Skira’s dormitory, during the day.
Skira: Who is it?
Will: It's Will, the very beautiful and interesting person you met in the bar?
Skira: Sorry, I don't remember meeting anyone who fits your description.
Will: Well, I lost. He's an ugly, nasty, toothless loser, he's drunk, and the one who pesters you all night.
Skira: Oh, Will! I am wondering when you will call.
Will: Yes, I originally thought we could go for some coffee and some sugar this week.
Skira: Not bad, where are you now?
Will: You are not, you happen to be a pre-law student, are you? (Cut to)
Interior view, Middlesacks County Prison, interrogation room, later.
Lamb was sitting there waiting. Will was brought in and shackled by the guards.
Lamb: Hello. This is Gerald Lamb from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Will: What the fuck are you doing?
Lamb: I talked to the judge and he agreed to release you under my supervision.
Will (suspicious): Really?
Lamb: Really. There are two conditions.
Will: What conditions?
Lamb: Let’s meet twice a week—
Will: For what?
Lambert: Continue the theorems you have proved, and then go further into combinatorics, finite numbers-
Will: It sounds like an owl.
Lamb: Another condition is that you see a doctor.
Will: Hey, pull it down.
Lambert: The judge is very clear about this: you will come to see me and the doctor twice in a week, and I am responsible for writing reports on these meetings. If you don't comply with these conditions, the judge tells me that you must serve your sentence.
Will: If I agree, can I leave right away?
Lambert: Exactly.
Will: I am willing to do that job. I don't want to see a doctor.
Lambert: Look, Will, this is not as scary as it sounds. (Pause) I have already told the same doctor, his name is Henry Lipkin, and he is my friend. He has written four books and is widely regarded as a star in his field. (Shortly) I'm sure this is better than going to jail. (Cut to)
Interior view, casino, daytime.
Will and Chucky get on a fenced trampoline. Billy and Morgan tend to use it as their own "wrestling enthusiast" venue. When Will and Chucky walked over, Billy was pressing on the excited Morgan and grabbing his head. Will and Chucky waited for a while. Billy grasped tighter and tighter.
Billy: Give up! Bastard! Give up! Bastard!
Morgan (suffocated): Lick my ass.
Billy: Oh, Morgan.
As they waited for the fight to end, Chucky turned to Will with awkwardness.
Chucky: What will you get? Get leniency?
Will: Probation, counsel, a few days a week.
Chucky: You are so fucking rascal.
Will smiled.
Chucky: It's up to you, Morgan. He grabbed your head.
Morgan (to Chucky): Fuck you!
Interior view, Will's apartment, night.
Will sits in his studio apartment and reads a book. The camera zoomed in and saw that he was reading a self-help psychology book. Will flipped through a page about every second. He smiled and shook his head. After reading the book, he threw it into the wastebasket beside him. The camera was pushed to the back of the book, and there was a picture of a psychologist with a smile on his face.
Interior view, psychologist's office, footage.
Will sits in the well-decorated office of the psychologist. Sitting across from him was the psychologist Henry Lipkin, who appeared to be in his 40s. They are talking.
Will: That's why I like car racing. That Dale Erhart is really good.
Psychologist: You understand, Will, I also understand what you need. You have a talent.
Will: I may be able to drive through potholes, but I can never drive as well as Dale Erhart...
Psychologist: You have a quality that is innate. You do not control it-but you consciously hide it deeply by acting as a gatekeeper. I am not saying that that is wrong. I make friends with the janitor in my building. He once went to my house for dinner. In fact, I did some voluntary consultations for "Mike"-this is not his real name. I wrote about it in the book.
Will: Yes, I have read your book. "Mike" and the securities broker "checked" to have the same problem.
Psychologist: Yes. The pressure you feel, once again, I neither label them nor make judgments, they will not let you put your potential into practice-you are stuck in the rut. So, Will, stop doing silly things, stop playing tricks.
Will: You are right. I know.
Psychologist: Will, it is not so easy for you to get rid of.
Will: It's not easy, but, I mean you know... I do something else. No one knows.
Psychologist: Give me an example, Will?
Will: I go to certain places and want some kind of induction.
Psychologist: Where?
Will: Certain clubs. (Pause) For example, "Fantasy", it's not bad.
Will gave a sneaky look at the psychologist.
Will: It’s just that when you take off your shirt and really dance. (After a while) When that kind of music conquered you. do you understand?
Psychologist: I may be able to understand this.
Will: Do you find it difficult to hide that you are gay?
Psychologist: What?
Will: Forget it, I have read your book, I have talked with you. Know that this is true.
Psychologist: Too presumptuous.
Will: Two seconds ago, you were ready to make me uneasy.
Psychologist (smiling slightly): Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am married and have two children.
Will: There is no doubt about it. You may have a very particular house, a beautiful car-your book is a bestseller.
Psychologist: You are on the defensive, Will.
Will: Look, man, I don't care if you understand it in the most vulgar way. People continue to argue that the greatest people in history are homosexuality: Emperor Alexander, Caesar, Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde (note 3), Napoleon, Gertrude Stein (note 4), not to mention Danny T. Leo—not a few supporting actors who are jokes for comedians can dance like that.
Psychologist: Who is Danny Trio?
Will: If you want to fight Lambrod, just shoot. Will be a little proud. Do you go to church? What kind of garlic is there? God loves you. I mean Christ, who is as famous as you? But when you pretend to be on Sunday night and sneak out of the house, you may look like Inspector Clause (Note 5).
Psychologist (packing things calmly): Well, I don't see the meaning of this.
Will: You are on the defensive-Henry. Hey, at least, the chief told the wife. Christ let her go. She might be dying of hope.
The psychiatrist stood up and went out.
Will: Damn hypocrite...
Interior, corridor, footage.
The psychologist came out, really surprised Lamb and Tom, they had been waiting in the corridor.
Lambert: Henry?
The psychologist went on his way.
Psychologist: No. Did you know, Jerry? This is the reason why I no longer do charity work. It is worthless to me.
Lamb: What happened?
Psychologist: I don't have this time. I'm going to do a national TV show this week.
Lambert: Wait a minute, Henry...
He went out. Lamborg looked at Tom. (Cut to)
Interior view, Lamb's office, daytime.
Will is in Lamb's office. Lamb drew a sketch in front of a question board, and Tom made notes. It didn't look like Will was interested.
Lamb: This rectangle is divided into several rectangles. One side of an inner rectangle is an integer. Can you prove that one side of the larger rectangle is also an integer?
Will: Of course it can.
Lamb: Very good. How to prove?
Will: This is an integer argument.
Lambert smiled.
Will: What? Hi, look, man, my time is up. Do you want me to sit here for an hour and write it down?
Lambert did not speak. Will stood up and walked to the question board.
Will: Look, I will tell you the key step, but I will not finish it all.
Lamb was still smiling.
Lamb: It’s a huge waste of time, isn’t it, Will?
Will: I think so.
Lambert: I happened to understand.
Lambert stood up and walked to the question board.
Lambert: It's too hard for you to think. What if I do this?
He drew a vertical line across the diagram.
Lambert: Now, what if I do this?
He drew a horizontal line across the diagram. He passed the chalk to Will.
Lambert: Have you ever done verification before?
Will figured out Lamb's intentions. Suddenly, he began to draw some lines on the sketch, and he worked hard.
Will you mark it with color. Half red, half black. If this is an integer--
Lambaugh walked over to paint with him.
Lamb: What is that? ? ?
Will: Half red, half black—
Lamb:-what about that?
Will:-half red, half black-
Lamb: That sideline!
Will: An integer.
The two stopped. There was a moment of silence. Like two gunmen after the fierce battle, they put down the chalk.
Lamb (right watch): After all, it seems we got the confirmation with the help of online. The problem is not how you think about them, young people, but the way you think about them. If you aim accurately before firing, you will find that the biggest problem will simply become a children's game.
Will picked up his shirt.
Lambert: Will, you have already tried every means to seriously offend four of my colleagues, and they refused to come back. Next week you will meet with an influential hypnotism expert in China. Tom and I will attend then, so I hope you behave appropriately. (Cut to)
Interior view, Lamb's office, daytime.
Will sat in the chair facing Lamb and the hypnotist. Tom made the record. The hypnotist whispered to Lamb, and the latter spoke to his watch.
Lamb: How about we start, uh...
Will: Okay, when will I go into hypnosis? You two have been talking for 20 minutes.
Hypnotism expert: Yes, Will. We are going to be hypnotized. But why don't you give me sleep?
He flicked his fingers, and in an instant, Will tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The hypnotist glanced at Lambaugh.
Hypnotism expert: You are not opposed to standing up on one leg, do you?
Will got up and stood on one leg. Lamb was very moved. (Time cut to)
Interior view, Lamb's office, later.
Will leaned, eyes closed, as if in a lethargic state. The atmosphere is more serious now.
Eye-catching expert: Alright, you are in your bed, Will. Now, how old are you?
Will: 7 years old.
Hypnotism expert: What do you see?
Will: Some things in my room.
Hypnotism expert: What is it?
Will: Like a little man, hovering above me. Getting closer (curled up)?
Hypnotist: You are in a safe place, Will.
Will: He is touching me.
Lamb made a little noise. The hypnotist gestured with his finger to quiet him. Tom continued to record.
Hypnotist: Where does he touch you?
Will: Below. (Alluding to the genitals) I am nervous.
Hypnotism expert: You don't have to be nervous.
Lamborg exchanged glances with the hypnotist. It worked.
Will: ——Because I am not ready. (Quiet down) But that person told me that everything will be fine. Because he is also a Libra. We started to dance, it was wonderful--
Will (sings loudly): "Fireworks are flying!"
Lamb (gets up): Oh, my goodness.
The hypnotist stood up and began to walk towards the door. Will is still singing the words and phrases in "Fireworks."
Lamb: Wait, Barry.
Hypnotism expert: I have a better way to kill my time.
he's gone. Will stopped singing and laughed.
Lambert: Oh, for the sake of God, Will.
Will: Oh, pull it down! You will not nail me to this man. He is gone, I had planned to talk to him for 20 minutes. I had a good time.
Lambert: I told you to cooperate with these people.
Will: Forget it. That's a nonsense guy.
Will stood up and played the role of hypnotism expert in front of Lamb.
Will (weirdly): Look into my eyes. I don't need treatment.
Lamb: Get out, Will.
Will: Okay... Don't forget to find another doctor next week.
Lamb: Enough.
Will walked out. Lamborg turned to Tom.
Tom: I called Mel Weintraub this morning to check if he has time.
Lamb: For what?
Tom: What do you want to do?
Lamb: There is someone...
Tom: Who is that?
Lambert: He is my roommate in college.
Interior view, Bunker Hill campus, daytime.
This is Sean McGuire's "Death and Bereavement" class. The number of the room decorated on the door is 101. This classroom can accommodate 60 students, and today there are fewer than 15 people.
Sean taught in a lazy tone. Tired of teaching and tired of life, he found that he had succumbed to the monotonous and boring basic courses taught to a group of uninterested students.
Sean: Building trust is a vital part of communicating with patients. Why (for a while)?
Shaun: Maureen?
Maureen's only reaction was a cold look.
Shaun: To keep the work going smoothly, Maureen. Vinny?
Vinny (head up): Because trust is a vital thing.
Shaun: Don't fool me, Vinny. Didn't your buddy give you a hint? Ok. If a patient doesn't trust you, then they are insecure about your openness-so they cannot be treated. The treatment seems to say: "Very good, come here, don't tell me anything, but go home and pretend you have done something to your problem-leave me 50 yuan before you leave, okay !"
He looked around the classroom for approval. No one is listening.
Sean: If you don't help them trust you, you will never be able to get them to sleep with you, and this is the goal of any smart psychotherapist. Insecure women, you know...get her when they are vulnerable-this is often my motto.
The students raised their heads, a little confused.
Shaun: Have you seen it? Vinny listened to me.
The hall roared with laughter. Sean began to lecture again, and at this time, he noticed Lambaugh standing behind the room. Wasn't embarrassing for a while.
Shaun: Jerry.
Lambert: Sean.
Shaun (to the student): It seems that we have a distinguished guest here. Professor Gerald Lambert is the recipient of the Field Medal. Combinatorial Mathematics. In 1986.
The students stared indifferently.
Lambert: Hello.
Sean: The Field Medal is the Nobel Prize in Mathematics. (Shortly) Only awarded once every four years. (Pause) Okay, that's all for today's class. Try to read Fernald's book on Monday.
The students began to pack their things and left one after another. Lambert walked to Sean who had stepped off the podium.
Lamb: Nice to see you.
Shaun: Nice to see you.
Lamb: Is there a place to talk? (Cut to)
Exterior view, Harvard Square, at night.
Will and Skira date for the first time. They watch a magician use a rabbit to do tricks. The man's magic is quite good, but his performers can do some tricks. He kept repeating these words: "This is a rabbit, in fact this rabbit is playing magic." Will glanced at Skira, and they walked forward. (Cut to)
Interior view, toy store, later.
Will and Skira walked into this small shop.
Skira: I don't understand, it's just boring and biased. Private school, Harvard, now medical school. (Pause) I finally figured it out. My mind is worth $250,000. I shouldn't talk about this to you...
Will: I bet your parents will be happy to pay.
Skira: I'm also happy to pay. I inherited money.
Will: So much money to get into Harvard?
Skira: Stanford. I will leave after graduation in June.
Will: So you just used me and left?
Skira: Yes, I use you to do experiments for my anatomy class. Leave when finished.
Will: In this case, good. (Pause) Do you want to see my magic?
Skira: Of course.
Will took out a handful of lumpy candy.
Will: Now I want to make these lumpy candies disappear.
Skira: Okay...
Will played all tricks and spells, then shook his hand vigorously. The trick was unsuccessful, and all the sugar cubes were scattered all over the small shop. Skira burst into laughter.
Will: It's better when I am with my rabbit. (Cut to)
Interior view, Rocobo restaurant, at night.
Lamb and Sean occupy a seat in this high-end restaurant. Shaun, in a rumpled sweatshirt, looked a bit out of proportion to his surroundings.
Lambert: I didn't see you at the party.
Shaun: I was busy then.
Lambert: Everyone misses you. (After a while) How long have we not seen each other?
Shaun: Since Nancy's death.
Lamb: I'm sorry, that damn meeting—
Shaun: I received your card.
Interior view, Harvard Square dinner, delicious restaurant, evening.
The food chef handed Will and Skira two cheeseburgers.
Skira: Have you seen "Anne Hall"?
Will: No.
Skira: Well, there is a part of the film that there is often this kind of pressure on the first date, and both parties are thinking about what will happen when they "kiss goodbye".
Will (smiling): Actually I don't "date" much.
Skira (laughs): You know what I mean. I know you have at least thought about it.
Will: No, I don't...
Skira: No, you thought of it. You think you will get a farewell kiss.
Will (pretending to oppose): No, I don't...
Skira: You have.
Will: I once thought that there would be a "farewell arrangement", but...I'll kiss.
Skira (laughs): Oh, would you kiss?
Will: No... I hope to get a kiss.
Skira: Then why don't we kiss it specially?
Will (look at her): Now?
Both of them have cheeseburgers in their mouths.
Skira: Okay.
They kiss and mouth full of burgers. It's pretty. Pause.
Skira: This must be the worst farewell kiss...
Will (laughs): Hey, look, miss, I'm here to eat for nothing.
Skira (smiling): No money?
Will: Yes, I spent all my money on lumpy candy.
She laughed.
Interior view, Rocobo Restaurant, same time as above.
Lamb and Sean have finished their meal. Lamborg punched Sean.
Shaun: I was very busy then, Jerry. My schedule is full.
Lambert: This kid is very special, Sean. I have never seen a person like him.
Shaun: Not much free time, Jerry.
Lamborgh: Have you ever heard of a man named Ramanujan?
Shaun (nodding): I've heard of it.
Lambert: He lived 100 years ago. He is Indian. Little man, no identity...
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