The Sixth Sense Page #2

The stranger slowly looks up for the first time. His eyes lock

on Malcolm.

STRANGER:

You don't know so many things.

Beat.

MALCOLM:

There are no needles or

prescription drugs of any kind in

this house.

The stranger suddenly comes forward into the doorway. Malcolm

stumbles back onto the edge of the bed.

Anna sees the stranger for the first time. Her face drains of

color.

The stranger looks at Malcolm. He half grins.

STRANGER:

Are you drunk?

The stranger's stare slides to Anna.

STRANGER:

Did you get him drunk?

The stranger gazes at Anna. Gazes directly into her eyes. A

penetrating, unwavering stare.

STRANGER:

Do you know why you're scared when

you're alone?

Anna's expression instanly changes.

STRANGER:

I know.

BEAT. THE ROOM GOES SILENT.

MALCOLM:

What do you want? I don't

understand what you want.

The stranger turns and glares at Malcolm.

STRANGER:

What you promised.

Malcolm stops all movement.

ANNA:

--My God.

MALCOLM:

--Do I know you?

STRANGER:

Let's all celebrate, Dr. Malcolm

Crowe. Recipient of awards from the

Mayor on the news. Dr. Malcolm

Crowe, he's helped so many children...

And he doesn't even remember my

name?

Malcolm can't speak. Beat. The stranger's face starts to

tremble.

STRANGER:

I was ten when you worked with me.

Beat. Malcolm's intelligent eyes race for answers.

STRANGER:

Downtown clinic? Single parent

family?

(beat)

I had a possible mood disorder...

(beat)

I had no friends... you said I was

socially isolated.

(beat)

I was afraid -- you called it acute

anxiety...

(beat)

You were wrong.

(beat)

Come on, clear your head... Male,

nine... Single parent... Mood

discorder... Acute anxiety.

Malcolm looks like someone hit him with a sledgehammer.

STRANGER:

I'm nineteen. I have drugs in my

system twenty-four hours a day...

I still have no friends. I still

have no peace. I'm still afraid.

Tears jump into the stranger's eyes.

STRANGER:

...I'm still afraid.

Malcolm stands.

MALCOLM:

Please give me a second to think.

Malcolm's shaking hands touch his mouth as he stares at the

stranger. Beat.

MALCOLM:

Bed Freidken?

STRANGER:

Some people call me freak.

MALCOLM:

...Ronald... Ronald Sumner?

Tears fall down the stranger's face.

STRANGER:

I am a freak.

Malcolm looks up at the sound of those words. Something clicks

in his head.

MALCOLM:

--Vincent?

THE ROOM GOES SILENT AGAIN.

MALCOLM:

Vincent Gray?

VINCENT GRAY stares with surprise through his tears.

Malcolm lets out a deep breath like he just emerged from deep

waters.

MALCOLM:

I do remember you, Vincent. You

were a good kid. Very smart...

Quiet... Compassionate...

Unusually compassionate...

Vincent's eyes burn at Malcolm.

VINCENT:

You forgot cursed.

VINCENT is fully crying now.

VINCENT:

You failed me.

MALCOLM:

(whispers)

Vincent... I'm sorry I didn't help

you... I can try to help you now.

Vincent turns to the sink. His hand goes in. He turns arund and

raises a gun at Malcolm. He FIRES. A VIOLENT, EAR-SHATTERING

ECHO. Malcolm clutches his stomach and folds like a rag doll

onto the bed.

Vincent instantly moves the gun to his own head. ANOTHER

HORRIFIC BLAST SPIKES THE AIR. Vincent crumples onto the

bathroom floor.

ANNA'S CHILLING SCREAMS FILL THEIR HOME.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BENCH - AFTERNOON

The legend, "Two Years Later" appears.

A man flips open a worn file folder on his lap. Handwritten

notes fill every line. At the top of the first page reads,

"Vincent Gray, age 10, Referred January 19, 1989."

The man's hand touches the name almost reverently.

He glances through the page. Words and phrases are circled

throughout the file.

"...Acute anxiety"

"...Socially isolated"

"...Possible mood disorder"

"...Parent status -- Divorced"

"...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad"

The man's hands flip the page. At the top of this new page

reads, "Cole Sear, age 8, Referred September 1998."

As the man's fingers move through the notes we again see words

and phrases circled throughout this new case history.

"...Acute anxiety"

"...Socially isolated"

"...Possible mood disorder"

"...Parent status -- Divorced"

"...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad"

The hands close the notepad. The hands are slightly shaking now.

WE PULL BACK to reveal the shaking hands belong to Dr. Malcolm

Crowe.

Malcolm sits on a sidewalk bench facing a row of brownstone homes

across the street. He gazes blankly at the brownstones. Beat.

A door opens. Malcolm is brought out of his trance.

COLE SEAR steps out his front door. Cole is a munchkin of a boy

with large, black eyes that seem to take in everything around

him.

His hair is dark, with a small patch of jet white on the side.

Cole carefully locks the door behind him.

He moves to the bottom of the stairs and looks around nervously.

Anxiously.

The eight-year-old child reaches into his pocket and slips on a

pair of VERY LARGE GLASSES. They look comical on him.

Malcolm rises to his feet. He smooths out his shirt. Looks down

and buttons his jacket.

When he looks up, Cole is gone.

Malcolm barely catches a glimpse of the boy. Cole runs at full

speed down the street and turns the corner. TINY SNEAKERS

SCREECHING ON THE SIDEWALK.

For a second, Malcolm doesn't react. The second passes. He

stuffs the file in his bag and starts running too.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - DAY

Malcolm hauls down the sidewalk. He comes to a hard stop at a

street intersection. Searches. Spots Cole running into a

parking lot.

COLE sprints across the empty lot and reaches the doors of a

building. He has to use all his strength to push open the highly

ornate doors. He slips inside.

Malcolm jogs into the parking area. His pace slows to a walk and

then to stillness as he gazes up at the building. Its old stone

and huge towers make it stand out from the modern buildings all

around it. Malcolm stares up at the historic Philadelphia church

quietly.

A SHOOTING PAIN PIERCES HIS SIDE. Malcolm's hand goes to it

quickly. He waits for it to pass before starting for the ornate

doors.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - DAY

Only a few people sit and pray in the sea of oak pews.

Malcolm scans the majestic room and finds what he's looking for

in the last row of the church.

He moves down the center aisle towards the back.

Malcolm finds Cole playing in his pew with a set of green and

beige plastic soldiers. Cole makes the soldiers talk to each

other.

COLE:

(soft)

Pro... Fun... Add...

The words are unintelligible.

Cole senses someone. He looks up and sees Malcolm staring at

him. The boy immediately goes white. Every cell of his body

still with fear.

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