The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script

COLE:

Tommy Tammisimo acted in a cough syrup commercial. He thought everybody was self-conscious and unrealistic. He said the play sucked big time.

MALCOLM:

I know every child is special in their own way, but Tommy sounds like a punk. (Cole smiles) I thought the play was excellent. Better than Cats.

COLE:

Cats?

MALCOLM:

Never mind. Beat. They continue down the hall in silence. Malcolm takes his time.

MALCOLM:

Cole, I was really interested in what you told me in the hospital, I'd like to hear more about it. Malcolm stops at a set of doors at the end of the hall -- realizes Cole is no longer next to him. Malcolm turns to find Cole frozen about ten feet back. Malcolm walks to him. He notices Cole's expression as he gets closer.

MALCOLM:

What's wrong? Cole points to the doors.

MALCOLM:

Is something in there? Cole doesn't say anything. Beat.

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INT. GYMNASIUM - AFTERNOON It's a large shadowy GYM. Climbing ropes hang from the wood beamed ceiling. Cole is trembling slightly as he stands next to Malcolm.

MALCOLM:

What is it? Malcolm follows the child's gaze to the ceiling of the gym.

MALCOLM:

I don't see. Beat.

COLE:

Be real still. Malcolm looks to Cole and then turns back to the ceiling. Malcolm's body becomes very still. Beat.

COLE:

Sometimes you feel it inside. Like you're falling down real fast, but you're really just standing still. Malcolm looks at the wood beams and climbing ropes.

COLE:

You ever feel prickly things on the back of your neck? Beat.

MALCOLM:

Yes?

COLE:

And the tiny hairs on your arm. Are they all standing up?Malcolm glances at Cole. Surprise on his face.

MALCOLM:

-- Yes. Beat.

COLE:

(whispers) When they get mad, it gets cold.

MALCOLM:

Them? Malcolm looks at the empty stairwell and then back to Cole. Nothing is said for a few moments.

MALCOLM:

I don't see anything. (beat) Are you sure they're there? (beat) Cole? Malcolm turns back to Cole, he finds the child with tears in his eyes. Cole looks at Malcolm desperately.

COLE:

Please make them leave. Malcolm stares helplessly.

MALCOLM:

(whispers) I'm working on it. Malcolm gently leads Cole away from the stairs. COLE GLANCES BACK AS HE MOVES OUT OF THE STAIRWELL. COLE'S P.O.V. -- The ropes and school banners dangling at the top of the stairs sways a little... But so do THE THREE BODIES HANGING BY THEIR NECKS FROM A WOODEN BEAM. It's a truly horrific sight. A BLACK MAN in britches and no shirt, face beaten to a pulp, hangs in the center. A WHITE WOMAN in a torn white frilly dress -- tears soaking her face, hangs to the right. A small MIXED RACE CHILD in half pants, hangs to their left. The family stares at Cole. They follow Cole with their tortured eyes as he exits the stairwell.

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EXT. HISTORIC PHILADELPHIA - NIGHT Malcolm walks from the bus stop over the cobblestone streets in front of Head House Square. The streets are quiet and dark. Night time has fallen over the city. He slowly comes to a stop in front of an old building. He holds his arm up. Uses his other hand to gently touch his hairs on his arm's surface. Malcolm looks up slowly. Looks around. The dark shadows fill the corners of the historic building... Malcolm stares into the darkness... Beat.

MALCOLM:

(whispers) ...Is anyone there? A long moment as he waits. The shadows seem to move, then becomes still.Malcolm shakes off the moment. He returns his hands to his pockets as he moves through the dark streets of Philadelphia to his home.

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INT. HALL - NIGHT The doorway to Malcolm and Anna's bedroom is open. STRAINED VOICES SPILL OUT INTO THE HALLWAY. MALCOLM (o.s.) Look, he's an eight-year-old child. He's my only client. If he invites me to his play, I'm not thinking about how late I get back... I go. I have to go. You know that. That's the only way I know how to work. (beat) Vincent said I failed him. (raising his voice) I WON'T GIVE COLE A CHANCE TO SAY THOSE WORDS TO ME! I WON'T! Beat. THE PORTABLE PHONE RINGS OUT IN THE HALL. MALCOLM (o.s.) Please let it ring. WE HEAR MOVEMENT. Anna emerges from the bedroom. Eyes raw. She wipes her tears. She picks up the phone and moves down the stairs. Malcolm walks out into the hall. Stops at the top of the stairs. ANNA'S VOICE CAN BE HEARD SPEAKING ON THE PHONE from downstairs.

ANNA:

I can't talk now. Malcolm doesn't hear anything as Anna listens to the person on the phone. She smiles as she wipes her tears. He starts for the basement door again.