The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script

INT. BASEMENT - EVENING A NAKED LIGHTBULB SPARKS TO LIFE. It dangles from the ceiling of a basement. LIGHT, QUICK FOOTSTEPS AS ANNA CROWE moves down the stairs. Anna is the rare combination of beauty and innocence. She stands in the cummy basement in an elegant summer dress that outlines her slender body. Her gentle eyes move across the empty room and come to rest on a rack of wine bottles covering one entire wall. She walks to the bottles. Her fingertips slide over the labels. She stops when she finds just the right one. A tiny smile as she slides it out. Anna turns to leave. Stops. She stares at the shadowy basement. It's an unsettling place. She stands very still and watches her breath form a TINY CLOUD IN THE COLD AIR. She's visibly uncomfortable. Anna Crowe moves for the staircase in a hurry. Each step faster than the next. She climbs out of the basement in another burst of LIGHT, QUICK FOOTSTEPS. WE HEAR HER HIT THE LIGHT SWITCH. THE LIGHTBULB DIES. DRIPPING BLACK DEVOURS THE ROOM.

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INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING Two place settings are arranged on the living room coffee table. Take-out Chinese food sits half eaten on good china. An empty bottle of red wine sits between boxes of Chinese food. Anna arrives with the backup bottle and is now wearing a sweater. She hands a collegiate rowing team sweatshirt to Malcolm.

内景：餐厅-晚上，客厅咖啡桌上有两个位置。外卖中国菜在好瓷器上吃了一半。一瓶空红酒放在一盒盒中国食物之间。安娜带着备用瓶来了，现在穿着毛衣。她递给马尔科姆一件学院赛艇队运动衫。

ANNA:

It's getting cold. MALCOLM CROWE sits on the floor at the coffee table, his vest and tie on the sofa behind him. A jacket and an overcoat lay on a brirfcase next to him. Malcolm is in his thirties with thick, wavy hair and striking, intelligent eyes that squint from years of intense study. His charming, easy-going smile spreads across his face. He points.

MALCOLM:

That's one fine frame. A fine frame it is. Malcolm points to the HUGE FRAMED CERTIFICATE propped up on a dining room chair. It's printed on aged parchment-type paper. The frame is a polished mahogany. He slips on the sweatshirt.

MALCOLM:

How much does a fine frame like that cost, you think? Anna hands the backup bottle over to Malcolm.

ANNA:

(smiling) I've never told you... but you sound a little like Dr. Seuss when you're drunk. Malcolm uncorks the wine and starts pouring in the empty glass.

MALCOLM:

Anna, I'm serious. Serious I am, Anna. Anna giggles. She's clearly buzzed herself. Malcolm doesn't get it. Anna takes a few calming sips of her wine. Her attention slowly moves to the framed certificate.

ANNA:

Mahogany. I'd say that cost at least a couple hundred. Maybe three.

MALCOLM:

Three? We should hock it. Buy a C.D. rack for the bedroom.

ANNA:

Do you know how important this is? This is big time. (beat) I'm going to read it for you, doctor.

MALCOLM:

Do I really sound like Dr. Seuss? Anna ignores Malcolm and clears her throat. She leans forward her seat and reads the certificate out loud as Malcolm tries to tickle her.

ANNA:

In recognition for his outstanding achievement in the field of child psychology, his dedication to his work, and his continuing efforts to improve the quality of life for countless children and their families, the City of Philadelphia proudly bestows upon its son Dr. Malcolm Crowe... That's you... the Mayor's Citation for Professional Excellence. Beat. The power of the words sobers the two of them.

ANNA:

Wow. They called you their son.

MALCOLM:

We can keep it in the bathroom. Anna turns to Malcolm. He smiles.

MALCOLM:

It's not real, Anna. Some secretary wrote that up. Don't tell me you thought it was real?Anna's expression becomes serious.

MALCOLM:

What? She just keeps staring. Beat.

MALCOLM:

Don't do the quiet thing. You know I hate it. Beat.

ANNA:

This is an important night for us. Finally someone is recognizing the sacrifices you made. That you have put everything second, including me, for those families they're talking about. Malcolm plays softly with her face. Anna takes his hands and holds them steady.

ANNA:

They're also saying that my husband has a gift. Not an ordinary gift that allows him to hit a ball over a fence. Or a gift that lets him produce beautiful images on a canvas... Your gift teaches children how to be strong in situations where most adults would piss on themselves. (beat) Yes, I believe what they wrote about you. Anna lets go of his hands. Anna's eyes are emotional. Malcolm smiles softly.

MALCOLM:

Thank you. Anna leans towards him. They hold each other tight. Beat.

MALCOLM:

What are we hugging about again? Anna laughs as she wipes her eyes.

ANNA:

Nothing. There wasn't supposed to be any crying at this celebration. Just a lot of drinking and sex. Malcolm's charming, easy-going smile returns.

MALCOLM:

I would like some red wine in a glass. Anna hands him his glass. He stares at it.

MALCOLM:

I would not like it in a mug. I would not like it in a jug. Malcolm looks at Anna surprised at what he said. They crack up laughing. THEIR SWEET LAUGHTER FILLS THE HOUSE.

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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT TWO GIGGLING SHADOWS APPEAR IN THE BEDROOM DOORWAY. They try to turn on the light. It doesn't come on.