词汇：page

n. 页；大事件，时期；记录；男侍者

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YOUNG PRIVATE:

Hey, Gump. Get a load of the tits on her! Forrest pick up the magazine and turns the page, revealing Jenny as she poses with a school sweater on, and that's all.>>完整场景

As always, your loving -- no, yourloyal son:

John Paul Getty Two. She RIPS the page from the carriage and we>>完整场景

She inserts a clean page into the carriage.>>完整场景

LYNN:

It can even have Jean Claude Van Damme in it if you want. Cole smiles at that. He nods, "Yes" joyfully. His smile fades away as he notices his mother fiddling with the HEATER controls. Cole gazes out the front windshield as the car moves towards home. Suddenly a piece of paper sticks to the windshield. It's a page from a Playbill. A 1941 Playbill. It flies away revealing a woman in a flowing flowery dress from the 40's suddenly walks into the middle of the street as the pages of her Playbill swirl in the air.>>完整场景

MALCOLM:

Cole-- MR. MARSCHAL What's going on there? Mr. Marschal strains to see across the room. Cole doesn't answer either of them. Instead, he continues to push the plant aside revealing AN AIR VENT. Cole gently reaches over and takes off the metal face. It slips right off. Cole's hands disappear into the darkness of the vent. They reemerge holding a STACK OF NOTEBOOKS.Malcolm becomes very still. Cole rises to his feet and carries the notebooks over to Mr. Marschal. Cole carefully places them on his lap. MR. MARSCHAL Is this for me? Mr. Marschal fingers the notebooks then reaches for his thick glasses hanging from his neck. He places them on the tip of his nose and inspects the notebooks six inches from his face. MR. MASCHAL What's this? Jill's keeping a diary. Malcolm takes an involuntary step forward. Mr. Marschal starts flipping through the notebooks. MR. MARSCHAL She's full of surprises... He gets to the last book. His hands become still as he stares at the final page of writing. MR. MARSCHAL (whispers) She hasn't written anything for some time. Beat. Mr. Marschal slowly looks up from the notebooks. Looks up to Cole. Cole just stands quietly. Mr. Marschal's eyes slowly fill with tears of realization. They gently spill down his weathered face. MR. MARSCHAL Oh no... Cole takes a deep breath. Trying hard not to cry himself. The sight of Mr. Marschal weeping shakes Cole. Cole softly lays his hand on Mr. Marschal's silver hair. Mr. Marschal reaches up and clutches his small hand. They stay like that for a while. Beat. Mr. Marschal lets go and brings the notebooks tighter to his body. Cole quietly walks to Malcolm who stands motionless. He stares down at Cole in a daze. Cole turns his head, crying.>>完整场景
科尔——马歇尔先生，那里发生了什么事？马绍尔先生紧张地看着房间对面。科尔都不回答。相反，他继续将工厂推到一边，露出一个通风孔。科尔轻轻地伸出手，摘下金属脸。它马上就掉了。科尔的手消失在黑暗的通风孔里。他们再次拿着一堆笔记本。马尔科姆变得非常安静。科尔站起身来，把笔记本递给马歇尔先生。科尔小心翼翼地把它们放在膝盖上。MARSCHAL先生，这是给我的吗？Marschal先生手指着笔记本，然后伸手去拿挂在脖子上的厚眼镜。他把笔记本放在鼻尖上，在离脸六英寸的地方检查笔记本。MASCHAL先生这是什么？吉尔在写日记。马尔科姆不由自主地向前迈了一步。马歇尔先生开始翻阅笔记本。马歇尔先生她充满了惊喜…他读到了最后一本书。当他凝视着最后一页的文字时，他的手变得一动不动。马歇尔先生（耳语）她有一段时间没有写任何东西了。击败马歇尔先生从笔记本上慢慢抬起头来。看着科尔。科尔只是静静地站着。马绍尔先生的眼睛慢慢地充满了实现的泪水。它们轻轻地洒在他饱经风霜的脸上。马歇尔先生噢，不，科尔深吸了一口气。努力不让自己哭。看到马尔萨尔先生哭泣，科尔吓了一跳。科尔轻轻地把手放在马歇尔先生的银发上。马绍尔先生伸手抓住他的小手。他们会这样呆一段时间。击败马绍尔先生放开手，把笔记本紧紧地贴在身上。科尔悄悄地走向马尔科姆，马尔科姆一动不动地站着。他茫然地望着科尔。科尔转过头，哭了起来。

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INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT The empty basement is no longer empty. It's piled with file cabinets and boxes of psychology and medical books. A desk sits in the corner next to the wine racks. The room still feels unsettling. Malcolm hunches over one of the books. Rifles through a stack of dusty books. Pulls out a thick text. The spine of the text reads, "The Meridian Latin Dictionary." Malcolm sits back at his desk and opens Cole's file. Handwritten on the first page are the words, "De profundis calms ad te, domine" Malcolm starts working through the Latin text. As he comes to each word, he jots it down underneath the Latin. Malcolm translates the last word. He stares quietly at the paper. The new words reads... "Out of the depths, I cry to you Lord." Beat.>>完整场景

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EXT. BENCH - AFTERNOON The legend, "Two Years Later" appears. A man flips open a worn file folder on his lap. Handwritten notes fill every line. At the top of the first page reads, "Vincent Gray, age 10, Referred January 19, 1989." The man's hand touches the name almost reverently.He glances through the page. Words and phrases are circled throughout the file. "...Acute anxiety" "...Socially isolated" "...Possible mood disorder" "...Parent status -- Divorced" "...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad" The man's hands flip the page. At the top of this new page reads, "Cole Sear, age 8, Referred September 1998." As the man's fingers move through the notes we again see words and phrases circled throughout this new case history. "...Acute anxiety" "...Socially isolated" "...Possible mood disorder" "...Parent status -- Divorced" "...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad" The hands close the notepad. The hands are slightly shaking now. WE PULL BACK to reveal the shaking hands belong to Dr. Malcolm Crowe. Malcolm sits on a sidewalk bench facing a row of brownstone homes across the street. He gazes blankly at the brownstones. Beat. A door opens. Malcolm is brought out of his trance. COLE SEAR steps out his front door. Cole is a munchkin of a boy with large, black eyes that seem to take in everything around him. His hair is dark, with a small patch of jet white on the side. Cole carefully locks the door behind him. He moves to the bottom of the stairs and looks around nervously. Anxiously. The eight-year-old child reaches into his pocket and slips on a pair of VERY LARGE GLASSES. They look comical on him. Malcolm rises to his feet. He smooths out his shirt. Looks down and buttons his jacket. When he looks up, Cole is gone. Malcolm barely catches a glimpse of the boy. Cole runs at full speed down the street and turns the corner. TINY SNEAKERS SCREECHING ON THE SIDEWALK.For a second, Malcolm doesn't react. The second passes. He stuffs the file in his bag and starts running too.>>完整场景