Good Will Hunting Original Script by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck
an Original Script
by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck
The following is Matt Damon and Ben Affleck's Award Winning Script for
Good Will Hunting. It is what Matt Damon and Ben Affleck originally wrote
on paper before the movie was made.
FADE IN:
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARADE -- DAY
CUT TO:
INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE, SOUTH BOSTON -- EVENING
The bar is dirty, more than a little run down. If there is
ever a cook on duty, he's not here now. As we pan across
veral empty tables, we can almost smell the odor of last
nights beer and crushed pretzels on the floor.
CHUCKIE
Oh my God, I got the most fucked up
thing I been meanin' to tell you.
As the camera ris, we find FOUR YOUNG MEN ated around a
table near the back of the bar.
ALL
Oh Jesus. Here we go.
The guy holding court is CHUCKIE SULLIVAN, 20, and the largest
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of the bunch. He is loud, boisterous, a born entertainer.
Next to him is WILL HUNTING, 20, handsome and confident, a
soft-spoken leader. On Will's right sits BILLY MCBRIDE, 22,
heavy, quiet, someone you definitely wouldn't want to tangle
with. Finally there is MORGAN O'MALLY, 19, smaller than the
other guys. Wiry and anxious, Morgan listens to Chuckie's
horror stories with eager disgust.
All four boys speak with thick Boston accents. This is a rough,
working class Irish neighborhood and the boys are its product.
CHUCKIE
You guys know my cousin Mikey Sullivan?
ALL
Yeah.
CHUCKIE
Well you know how he loves animals
right? Anyway, last week he's drivin'
(laughs)
ALL
What? Come on!
CHUCKIE
(trying not to laugh)
I'm sorry, 'cau you know Mikey, the
fuckin guy loves animals, and this is
the last person you'd want this to
happen to.
WILL
Chuckie, what the fuck happened?
CHUCKIE
Okay. He's driving along and this
fuckin' cat jumps in front of his car,
and so he hits this cat--
Chuckie is really laughing now.
MORGAN
--That isn't funny--
CHUCKIE
--and he's like "shit! Motherfucker!"
And he looks in his rearview and
es this cat-- I'm sorry--
BILLY
Fuckin' Chuckie!
CHUCKIE
So he es this cat tryin to make it
across the street and it's not lookin'
so good.
WILL
It's walkin' pretty slow at this
point.
MORGAN
You guys are fuckin' sick.
CHUCKIE
So Mikey's like "Fuck, I gotta put
this thing out of its miry"--So he
gets a hammer--
WILL/MORGAN/BILLY
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CHUCKIE
--out of his tool box, and starts
chasin' the cat and starts whackin' it
with the hammer. You know, tryin' to
put the thing out of its miry.
MORGAN
Jesus.
CHUCKIE
And all the time he's apologizin' to
the cat, goin' "I'm sorry." BANG,
"I'm sorry." BANG!
BILLY
Like it can understand.
CHUCKIE
And this Samoan guy comes runnin'
out of his hou and he's like "What
the fuck are you doing to my cat?!"
Mikey's like "I'm sorry"--BANG--" I hit
your cat with my truck, and I'm just
trying to put it out of it's miry"--
BANG! And the cat dies. So Mikey's
like "Why don't you come look at the
front of the truck." 'Cau the other
guy's all fuckin flipped out about--
WILL
Watching his cat get brained.
Morgan gives Will a look, but Will only smiles.
CHUCKIE
Yeah, so he's like "Check the front of
my truck, I can prove I hit it 'cau
there's probably some blood or
something"--
WILL
--or a tail--
MORGAN
WILL!
CHUCKIE
And so they go around to the front of
and there's another cat on
the grille.
WILL/MORGAN/BILLY
No! Ugh!
CHUCKIE
Is that unbelievable? He brained an
innocent cat!
BLACKOUT:
The opening credits roll over a ries of shots of the city
and the real people who live and work there, going about their
daily lives.
We e a panoramic view of South Boston.
Will sits in his apartment, walls completely bare. A bed, a
small night table and an empty basket adorn the room. A
stack of twenty or so LIBRARY BOOKS sit by his bed. He is
flipping through a book at about a page a cond.
Chuckie stands on the porch to Will's hou. His Caddilac
idles by the curb. Will comes out and they get in the car.
We travel across crowded public housing and onto downtown.
Finally, we gaze across the river and onto the great cement-
domed buildings that make up the M.I.T. campus.
CUT TO:
INT. M.I.T. CLASSROOM -- DAY
The classroom is packed with graduate students and TOM.
PROFESSOR LAMBEAU (52) is at the lectern. The chalkboard behind
him is covered with
theorems.
LAMBEAU
Plea finish McKinley by next month.
Many of you probably had this as
undergraduates in real analysis. It
won't hurt to brush up. I am also
putting an advanced fourier system on the
main hallway chalkboard--
Everyone groans.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
I'm hoping that one of you might prove
it by the end of the mester. The
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first person to do so will not only be
in my good graces, but go on to fame
and fortune by having their
accomplishment recorded and their name
printed in the auspicious "M.I.T. Tech."
Prof. Lambeau holds up a thin publication entitled "M.I.T.
Tech." Everyone laughs.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Former winners include Nobel Laureates,
world renowned astro-physicists, Field's
Medal winners and lowly M.I.T.
professors.
More laughs.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Okay. That is all.
A smattering of applau. Students pack their bags.
CUT TO:
INT. FUNLAND -- LATER
The place is a monster indoor funpark. Will, Chuckie, Morgan,
and Billy are in adjoining batting cages. Will has disabled
the pitching machine in his and pitches to Chuckie. The boys
have been drinking. Will throws one to Chuckie, high and tight.
Several empty beer cans sit by the cage.
CHUCKIE
Will!
Another pitch, inside.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
You're gonna get charged!
WILL
You think I'm afraid of you, you big
fuck? You're crowdin' the plate.
Will guns another one, way inside.
CHUCKIE
Stop brushin' me back!
WILL
Stop crowdin the plate!
Chuckie laughs and steps back.
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CHUCKIE
Cay's bouncin' at a bar up Harvard.
We should go there sometime.
WILL
What are we gonna do up there?
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I don't know, we'll fuck up some smart
kids.
(stepping back in)
You'd prob'ly fit right in.
WILL
Fuck you.
Will fires a pitch at Chuckie's head. Chuckie dives to avoid
being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will.
CUT TO:
EXT. SOUTH BOSTON ROOFTOP -- EARLY AFTERNOON
SEAN McGUIRE (52) sits, FORMALLY DRESSED, on the roof of his
apartment building in a beat-up lawn chair. Well-built and
fairly muscular, he stares blankly out over the city.
On his lap rests an open invitation that reads "M.I.T. CLASS
OF '67 REUNION."
While the morning is quiet and Sean sits renely, there is a
look about his that tells us he has
faced hard times. This is
a man who fought his way through life. On his lonely stare we:
CUT TO:
EXT. M.I.T. CAMPUS LAWN -- DAY
A thirty year REUNION PARTY has taken over the lawn. A well
dresd throng mill about underneath a large banner that reads
"WELCOME BACK CLASS OF '72." We find Professor Lambeau standing
with a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd. He is
interrupted by an approaching STUDENT.
STUDENT
Excu me, Professor Lambeau?
LAMBEAU
Yes.
STUDENT
I'm in your applied theories class.
We're all down at the Math and Science
building.
LAMBEAU
It's Saturday.
STUDENT
I know. We just couldn't wait 'till
Monday to find out.
LAMBEAU
Find out what?
STUDENT
Who proved the theorem.
EXT. TOM FOLEY PARK, S. BOSTON -- AFTERNOON
In the bleachers of the visiting ction we find our boys,
drinking and smoking cigarettes. Will pops open a beer. The
boys have been here a while and it shows.
Billy es something that catches his interest.
BILLY
Who's that? She's got a nice ass.
Their P.O.V. reveals a girl in stretch pants talking to a beefy
looking ITALIAN GUY (BOBBY CHAMPA)
MORGAN
Yah, that is a nice ass.
CHUCKIE
You could put a pool in that backyard.
BILLY
Who's she talking to?
MORGAN
That fuckin' guinea, Will knows him.
WILL
Yah, Bobby Champa. He ud to beat
the shit outta' me in Kindergarten.
BILLY
He's a pretty big kid.
WILL
Yah, he's the same size now as he was
in Kindergarten.
MORGAN
Fuck this, let's get something
CHUCKIE
What Morgan, you're not gonna go talk
to her?
MORGAN
Fuck her.
The boys get up and walk down the bleachers.
WILL
I could go for a Whopper.
MORGAN
(nonchalant)
Let's hit "Kelly's."
CHUCKIE
Morgan, I'm not goin' to "Kelly's Roast
Beef" just cau you like the take-out
girl. It's fifteen minutes out of our
way.
MORGAN
What el we gonna do we can't spare
fifteen minutes?
CHUCKIE
All right Morgan, fine. I'll tell you
why we're not going to "K
elly's."
It's becau the take-out bitch is a
fuckin' idiot. I'm sorry you like her
but she's dumb as a post and she has
never got our order right, never once.
分数乘除法计算题100道 MORGAN
She's not stupid.
WILL
She's sharp as a marble.
CHUCKIE
We're not goin'.
(beat)
I don't even like "Kelly's."
CUT TO:
INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER
Lambeau, still in his reunion formal-wear, strides down the
hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students have
gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red a as he
approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he checks the
proof. Satisfied, he turns to the class.
LAMBEAU
This is correct? Who did this?
Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.
LAMBEAU (cont'd)
Nemesh?
Nemesh shakes his head in awe.
NEMESH
No way.
Lambeau eras the proof and starts putting up a new one.
LAMBEAU
Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll
find this one challenging enough to
merit coming forward with your identity.
That is, if you can do it.
INT. CHUCKIE'S CAR, DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS
The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They
move slowly through heavy traffic, windows down. Chuckie sorts
through a large "KELLY'S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives.
MORGAN
Double Burger.
Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the bag.
MORGAN (cont'd)
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Double Burger.
Chuckie gets out fries for himlf, hands Will his fries.
MORGAN (cont'd)
I, I had a Kelly's Double Burger.
CHUCKIE
Would you shut the fuck up! I know
what you ordered, I was there!
MORGAN
So why don't you give me my sandwhich?
CHUCKIE
What do you mean "your sandwhich?" I
bought it.
MORGAN
(sarcastic)
Yah,
CHUCKIE
How much money you got?
MORGAN
I told you, I just got change.
CHUCKIE
Well give me your fuckin' change and
we'll put your fuckin' sandwhich on
lay-away.
MORGAN
Why you gotta be an asshole Chuckie?
欲望超市 CHUCKIE
I think you should establish a good
line of credit.
Laughter, Chuckie goes back arching through the bag.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
Oh motherfuck
