The Sixth Sense Movie Script

VINCENT:

(on tape) You won't believe.

MALCOLM:

(on tape) I won't believe what? Beat.

VINCENT:

(on tape) I don't want to talk anymore. I want to go home, okay? I want to go home. Beat.

MALCOLM:

(on tape) Okay, Vincent, you can go home. CLICK. THE TAPE GOES TO SILENCE. Malcolm just sits in the shadowy basement. He doesn't move for a while. Then he hits the rewind button. Stops it. Presses play.

MALCOLM:

(on tape) --about that. Hope I didn't leave you too long... Wow, it's cold in here-- Malcolm hits the rewind button again. Lets it rewind for a while. Presses play.

MALCOLM:

(on tape) --like needles either. When I was a kid, I had this blood test down -- threw up chill cheese fries all over this male nurse. WE HEAR VINCENT CHUCKLE SOFTLY. THE SOUND OF A DOOR OPENING IS HEARD.

SECRETARY:

(on tape) Excuse me, Doctor Reed is on line two.

MALCOLM:

(on tape) Vincent, I have to take this. Give me a minute.

VINCENT:

(on tape) Okay. FOOTSTEPS AS MALCOLM AND THE SECRETARY LEAVE THE ROOM. THE DOOR CLOSES. AND THE SILENCE. Nothing happens for a long time. AND THEN WE HEAR A SUDDEN CHAIR SCREECH ACROSS THE FLOOR. VINCENT'S BREATHING QUICKENS. A SLIGHT STATIC STARTS TO FILTER IN ON THE TAPE. Malcolm's eyes are locked on the spool of audio tape as it spins in the player.Malcolm's fingers move to the volume dial. He turns it way up. THE STATIC NOISE FROM THE TAPE FILLS THE BASEMENT. Malcolm leans closer to the tape player. Closes his eyes and listens... Beat. DEEP IN THE STATIC... ANOTHER SOUND EMERGES, WHISPERING. A MAN'S VOICE IS HEARD IN THE ROOM WITH VINCENT MAN'S WHISPERING (on tape) Familia... No dejen que esto me pase... Mi familia... Yo no quiero morir... Familia... Malcolm's mouth opens in disbelief.

MALCOLM:

...Jesus Christ.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON Malcolm stands on a familiar sidewalk. He stares into the bay window of Mr. Marschal's brownstone. Inside the window we see Mr. Marschal seated with a group of older gentlemen his age. They sit around a table eating sandwiches and talking. Malcolm watches as Mr. Marschal tells a story to his friends. WE CAN'T HEAR WHAT HE'S SAYING, but when he finishes everyone at the table laughs. Mr. Marschal smiles. Malcolm can't help smiling as well. This is not the same man he saw before. Life has returned to this house. Beat. Malcolm turns and moves down the street. Each step faster than the next.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - LATE AFTERNOON Malcolm moves to the front of the church down the center aisle. His eyes scan the empty seats. No one in sight in any direction. Malcolm stands in the aisle a little out of breath. He holds his hand to his side as he winces a bit. Malcolm's eyes float up to the balcony where toy soldiers sit on the bannister. Cole's head pops up.

MALCOLM:

Hello again. He looks down and studies Malcolm.

COLE:

You been running around? Malcolm nods, "Yes."

COLE:

It makes you feel better? Malcolm nods, "Yes" again.

COLE:

I like to run around. It's good exercise. (beat) You want to ask me questions now?Malcolm shakes his head, "No."

COLE:

You want to be a lance corporal in Company M, 3rd Battalion, 7th Marines? We're being dispatched to the Quang Nam province. Cole holds up his plastic rifleman. Malcolm's eyes show he understands now.

MALCOLM:

Maybe later. Beat.

COLE:

Something happened, didn't it?

MALCOLM:

Yes, it did.

COLE:

Are you wigging out?

MALCOLM:

Yes, I am.

COLE:

We're not gonna start crying again, are we?

MALCOLM:

No, we're not.

COLE:

What happened? Beat. Malcolm glances around the empty church before looking back up to Cole.