The Sixth Sense Movie Script

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INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING Malcolm hurriedly enters a spacious, dimly-lit Italian restaurant. He stops in the dining room and searches the many candle-lit tables. He finds Anna. Anna sits alone at a corner table. The remains of her half-eaten dinner lay on the only place setting on the table. A small PIECE OF CAKE WITH A CANDLE in it sits untouched. Anna stirs sugar in her coffee as Malcolm sits in the seat across from her. She gently stops stirring, but doesn't look up. Beat.

MALCOLM:

I thought you meant the other Italian restaurant I asked you to marry me in. Anna isn't laughing. Not even close.

MALCOLM:

I'm so sorry. (beat) I can't seem to keep track of time. Anna quietly takes a sip from her coffee.

MALCOLM:

It didn't go well today. Spent some time after trying to get my head together. Anna looks around for the waiter.

MALCOLM:

They're so similar, Anna. They have the same mannerisms. The same expressions. The same thing hanging over them. (beat) It might be some kind of abuse. That makes Anna turn back. She glances across the table, then looks down.

MALCOLM:

There are cuts on Cole's arms. Fingernail marks, I think. Looks like defensive cuts. Malcolm demonstrates by holding up his arm to shield his face.

MALCOLM:

(beat) Possibly a teacher, neighbor. (beat) I don't think it's the mother. Just a gut thing. The way she deals with him. It doesn't fit. (beat) Hard to say this early. Could just be a child climbing a lot of trees. Malcolm loses himself in his thoughts. The waiter drops off the check on the table. Anna grabs it before Malcolm and quickly signs it.

MALCOLM:

I know I've been kind of out of it for a long while and you resent it. You do. I know you're mad. I know it's put some distance between us. Beat.

MALCOLM:

But I'm getting a second chance here. I can't let it slip away. Anna waits till he's done and rises from the table. She pushes her chair in hard and walks away without a word. Malcolm sits alone and stares at the piece of cake with a candle on it.

MALCOLM:

(soft) ...Happy Anniversary.

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EXT. FRONT STEPS - AFTERNOON Cole is seated on the front stoop of his brownstone. On the steps and on the landing are his plastic soldiers in the grips of a war. Malcolm sits with his bag and overcoat on the step next to him. Malcolm just observes quietly. Beat. Cole glances up as he plays. Sees Malcolm's expression.

COLE:

You want to ask me a question?

MALCOLM:

See, this is why I lose at poker. Yes, I do have a question. On the step are two rows of soldiers facing each other. To one side are a couple soldiers covered by a tissue. Malcolm points to them.

MALCOLM:

What happened to those two? Being under tissue paper can't be a good thing. Cole removes the tissue.

COLE:

That's Private Jenkins and Private Kinney. They got killed. Private Jenkins has a baby girl that was born seven pounds, six ounces. He's never seen her. He wanted to get back to Blue Bell, Pennsylvania and hold her... Cole points to the other soldier.

COLE:

Private Kinney's wife is really sick -- she has something called a brain anism.

MALCOLM:

(soft) You mean aneurysm.

COLE:

Yeah, Private Kinney needed to get back safe to take care of her. Beat. Cole's face becomes emotional. Tears fill his eyes.

COLE:

It's sad they died, isn't it?Malcolm falls into silence and stares at his client. Beat. Cole wipes his eyes quickly.

COLE:

Don't look at me. (beat) I don't like people looking at me like that. Malcolm takes in Cole's gesture and expression.

COLE:

Stop looking at me. Malcolm looks down.

MALCOLM:

Where should I look then, Cole?

COLE:

Look over there. Cole points to the corner of the street. Malcolm slowly turns. He sits in profile to Cole. Beat.

MALCOLM:

It's very unusual for someone your age to understand the kind of problems that Private Jenkins and Private Kinney have or even to be thinking about them at all... Malcolm continues to stare at the street. Beat.

MALCOLM:

It is okay if I look back now? Cole doesn't answer.