The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script

TOMMY:

It's called, "Locked in the Dungeon." Tommy stares at Darren. Darren finally gets it.

DARREN:

Yeah, Cole... you get to be the one locked in the dungeon. It happens too quick for Cole to react. Darren and Tommy shove Cole backwards. He stumbles into the darkness of the crawl space.

COLE:

Don't! Tommy slams the door closed. Darren turns the lock. They crack smiles at each other as Cole bangs on the door. The BANGING GOES ON FOR A FEW SECONDS AND THEN IT JUST STOPS. SILENCE. Darren and Tommy look at each other and then back at the crawl space door. Then THE SCREAMING BEGINS. Darren and Tommy back away from the door as COLE SCREAMS IN TERROR at the top of his lungs. He CRASHES OVER AND OVER against the door. HIS BODY SLAMMING AGAINST THE WOOD. The DOOR RATTLES like it's going to break off its hinges.The two boys are statues as Cole's BLOOD-CHILLING YELLS FILL THE HALLWAY. FOOTSTEPS SPIKE THE AIR AS children and mothers come running down the hall. Lynn is one of them. Darren's mother turns the corner. DARREN'S MOTHER Who's making that noise? She looks to the closet. THE HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMS CUT THROUGH THE HALL.

LYNN:

Cole! Lynn and Darren's mom rush to the door and turn the knob... The door flies open. Lynn reaches in and pulls out Cole. He's UNCONSCIOUS. Darren's mom looks into the crawl space -- there's nothing inside except a couple packing boxes in the back. She looks to Lynn. She turns around with Cole in her arms.

LYNN:

(desperate whispers) Help me get him in the car.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL RECEPTION AREA - AFTERNOON Colorful murals don the curved walls of the pediatric reception area. A spattering of children accompanied by adults sit and wait. Lynn and Malcolm are seated at a children's play table. A game made of a maze of wires sit on the table in front of them. A young resident DR. HILL takes a seat at the table with them. He opens up his notes.

LYNN:

What's wrong with Cole? Beat. DR. HILL The tests indicate he did not have a seizure. In fact he's doing fine. After some rest, he could go home tonight. Lynn closes her eyes. Lets out a tense breath. Beat. Malcolm eyes the doctor as he glances back to an academic-looking woman standing at the reception room door.

MALCOLM:

There's something else going on, Lynn. Lynn opens her eyes and catches the doctor's expression.

LYNN:

What is it? DR. HILL There are some scratches and bruises on your son that concern me.

MALCOLM:

Oh, man.

LYNN:

Those are from sports, from playing. He's not the most coordinated kid, but I don't want him to stop trying, you know what I mean? Doctor Hill gestures to the woman standing near the doorway. DR. HILL Mrs. Sloan over there is our social worker at the hospital. She's going to ask you some procedural questions.

LYNN:

You think I hurt my child? (emotional) You think I'm a bad mother? DR. HILL At this point it's just procedure. And you should probably calm down.

MALCOLM:

How do you expect her to react?

LYNN:

You want me to answer your questions? DR. HILL (sarcastic) I'm sorry if I was being vague -- yes, I do.

LYNN:

Who's going to answer mine, you dick. Dr. Hill stares at her before closing up his files.

LYNN:

(raising voice) What happened to my child today? Dr. Hill gets up.

LYNN:

Something was happening to him -- physically happening. Something was very wrong. Dr. Hill hands his files to MRS. SLOAN and exits the reception room without looking back. Everyone in the reception room stares at Lynn. Mrs. Sloan walks up to the table and waits. Lynn takes a second. Wipes her eyes. Gathers her considerable strength. Beat.

LYNN:

How long will these questions take?

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT Cole lays rigid in the hospital bed. Blankets bundled around him as if to shield him. Cole's eyes fixed out the window. Malcolm quietly enters through the half-opened door to the room. Cole spots him. Visibly relaxes.

MALCOLM:

I've decided we shouldn't schedule sessions anymore. I'll just follow you around. Cole smiles weakly as Malcolm takes a seat on a rolling metal chair. Malcolm notices Cole's legs emerging from under the hospital gown. Cole is wearing A MAN'S DRESS SOCK. The baggy folds ride up all the way to his knees.

MALCOLM:

Your father ever tell you bedtime stories?

COLE:

Yes. Malcolm looks at Cole. Malcolm makes a decision. He rolls in the chair across the room as he thinks. Beat.

MALCOLM:

Once upon a time there was a prince, who was being driven around... He drove around for a long, long time... Driving and driving... It was a long trip... He fell asleep... (beat) When he woke up, they were still driving... The long drive went on--

COLE:

Dr. Crowe.

MALCOLM:

Yes.