The Sixth Sense Page #14

CUT TO:

EXT. SUPERMARKET - DAY

Lynn and Cole emerge from the supermarket.

Cole rides inside the shopping cart tucked between bags of food.

Mother and son are quiet as they move towards their car.

Beat.

Lynn leans over, looks at the side of her son's pensive face.

She starts pushing the cart faster. Cole wakes from his thoughts

as his hair flutters in the wind. He looks back. Lynn is

smiling as she pushes. Cole turns and raises his hands in the

air like he's on a roller coaster.

Beat.

They slow and come to a rest at the bumper of their car. Lynn

leans over -- sees the side of Cole's face smiling.

Lynn's face shows a little happiness for the first time. A

little hope enters her eyes as she starts to load the groceries

into the car.

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INT. CAR - DAY

Cole and Lynn ride home with a back seat full of groceries.

Cole finishes off a cherry popsicle as he watches out the window.

Lynn looks over.

LYNN:

Let's rent a movie.

Cole bites off the last of the popsicle and glances at his mom.

LYNN:

Your pick.

Cole stares at his mom quietly.

LYNN:

It can even have Jean Claude Van

Damme in it if you want.

Cole smiles at that. He nods, "Yes" joyfully.

His smile fades away as he notices his mother fiddling with the

HEATER controls.

Cole gazes out the front windshield as the car moves towards home.

Suddenly a piece of paper sticks to the windshield. It's a page

from a Playbill. A 1941 Playbill. It flies away revealing a

woman in a flowing flowery dress from the 40's suddenly walks

into the middle of the street as the pages of her Playbill swirl

in the air.

COLE:

(yells)

Momma, look out!

The woman in the flowery dress turns. Her hand rests on her

stomach. WE SEE SHE IS PREGNANT.

Playbills stick to the windshield obstructing the view.

Lynn slams the brakes... Too late.

THE WOMAN SMASHES INTO THE FRONT GRILL OF THE CAR... HER TERROR-

STRICKEN FACE COMES OVER THE HOOD AND CRASHES RIGHT THROUGH THE

WINDSHIELD IN A SHOWER OF BLOOD AND GLASS...

COLE SCREAMS. LYNN SCREAMS... THE CAR SCREECHES TO A STOP IN

THE MIDDLE OF A CONGESTED INTERSECTION.

The line of cars behind them suddenly hit their brakes and swerve

to one side avoiding a mass collision. After a few seconds, the

entire intersection has come to a halt.

Cole who has shut his eyes... slowly opens them.

He looks around fearfully. His eyes move to the windshield. No

broken glass. No blood. And no woman. Cole looks out through

the pristine windshield onto the street where cars are stopped

and staring all around them.

Cole slowly looks over to his mother. He finds her staring at

him in complete and utter disbelief. Her hands clutch the wheel.

The whites of her knuckles showing her fear. She has no idea why

he screamed.

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INT. DEN - AFTERNOON

The den is very quiet. Cole and Malcolm sit around the multi-

colored table. Malcolm leans back in his small plastic chair --

arms folded over his chest. Cole sits slumped over the table --

eyes peering out over his arms.

They both look like sh*t.

COLE:

You don't wanna ask me questions

today?

Malcolm nods, "No." Beat.

COLE:

Can I ask you then?

MALCOLM:

Yes.

COLE:

What do you want more than anything?

MALCOLM:

I don't know.

COLE:

I told you what I want.

MALCOLM:

I don't know, Cole.

COLE:

Why don't you think about it for a

while?

Malcolm doesn't respond. Cole watches him. Beat.

MALCOLM:

I know what I want.

(beat)

My goal is to speak to my wife.

The way she and I used to speak.

Like there was no one in the world

but us.

Beat.

COLE:

(soft)

How are you going to do that?

Beat.

MALCOLM:

(whispers)

I can't be your doctor anymore.

(beat)

I haven't given my family enough

attention. Bad things happen when

you do that. Do you understand?

The room falls into silence again. Cole speaks extra soft.

COLE:

You want to go home?

Malcolm stares across at Cole.

MALCOLM:

I have to.

COLE:

When?

MALCOLM:

Soon. One week.

Malcolm looks down at his eyes full with emotion.

MALCOLM:

I'm going to transfer you. I know

two psychologists that are

exceptional--

COLE:

(whispers)

Don't fail me.

Malcolm looks up sharply.

MALCOLM:

--What?

COLE:

Don't give up. You're the only one

who can help me. I know it.

Beat. Malcolm tries to stay composed. It doesn't work.

MALCOLM:

You want to know a secret?... I

was a paper champion.

(beat)

Do you know what that means?

Cole shake his head, "No." Tears fall down Malcolm's cheeks.

COLE:

Don't cry.

MALCOLM:

I means I wasn't what everyone

thought I was...

(beat)

I was a fake.

COLE:

You weren't a paper champion.

MALCOLM:

Someone else can help you. Someone

else can make you happy.

Cole is crying now.

Cole wipes his eyes with his sleeve. They sit quietly and stare

at each other. Beat.

Cole whispers.

COLE:

Dr. Crowe?

MALCOLM:

Yes.

COLE:

You believe me, right?

A long pause.

COLE:

Dr. Crowe, you believe my secret,

right?

They both just stare.

MALCOLM:

I don't know how to answer that.

Cole searches for the answer in Malcolm's eyes... He finds it.

It's not the one he wanted. Malcolm looks down.

COLE:

How can you help me if you don't

believe me?

Cole reaches into his pocket. Pulls out a PENNY.

Cole pushes it across the table.

Malcolm gazes at it, then looks up at Cole's pained eyes.

Beat.

COLE:

(whispers)

Some magic's real.

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INT. BASEMENT - AFTERNOON

Malcolm sits stoically at his desk in his basement. His eyes

gaze at the dusty FRAMED CERTIFICATE FROM THE CITY OF

PHILADELPHIA shoved between two packing boxes.

Malcolm leans his head back against the chair. Stares into the

shadows. Drowns in his thoughts.

Beat. THE CHAIR CREAKS as he slowly sits up again. Malcolm's

eyes scan the room and come to a stop on a box marked with the

label...

"SESSION TAPES -- VINCENT GRAY"

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INT. BASEMENT - AFTERNOON

A tape slides into the tape player seated on Malcolm's desk.

Malcolm hits play.

THE SOUND OF A DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING IS HEARD.

MALCOLM:

(on tape)

Sorry about that. Hope I didn't

leave you alone too long... Wow,

it's cold in here.

WE HEAR A CHAIR MOVE AS MALCOLM SITS DOWN. And then SILENCE.

Beat.

MALCOLM:

(on tape)

Vincent... Why are you crying?

(beat)

Vincent?

A TEN-YEAR-OLD'S VOICE ANSWERS.

VINCENT:

(on tape crying)

Yes?

MALCOLM:

(on tape)

What happened?

(beat)

Did something upset you?

Beat. VINCENT SNIFFLES.

VINCENT:

(on tape)

You won't believe.

MALCOLM:

(on tape)

I won't believe what?

Beat.

VINCENT:

(on tape)

I don't want to talk anymore. I

want to go home, okay? I want to

go home.

Beat.

MALCOLM:

(on tape)

Okay, Vincent, you can go home.

CLICK. THE TAPE GOES TO SILENCE.

Malcolm just sits in the shadowy basement. He doesn't move for a

while.

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