《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

Mr. Marschal has a thick German accent. The old man squints down
the block with a concerned expression.

COLE
What's wrong?

MR. MARSCHAL
Mrs. Marschal. She went food
shopping. She's running late.

Beat.

COLE
Ich Habe Durst.

Malcolm's eyes dart to Cole.

MR. MARSCHAL
Wunderbar! Where did you learn to
speak German?

COLE
I just know a couple lines.

MR. MARSCHAL
Yes, you may have a drink. What
would you like?

COLE
Lemonade, please.

Mr. Marschal smiles at Cole before walking back inside his house.
Cole turns back to Malcolm.

COLE
(sad)
Mr. Marschal gets real lonely.

MALCOLM
What about Mrs. Marschal?

COLE
(whispers)
She died a long time ago.

CUT TO:

INT. MR. MARSCHAL'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING

This brownstone has been home to the Marschal's for many, many
years. It's filled with a lifetime of memories. Memories shared
by two people.

Two rocking chairs sit side by side near the windows that
overlook the street... A corner table displays fancy wooden
chess set. The game half-finished, frozen in a layer of dust...
An easel stands before a piano. The incomplete water color
painting of a smiling elderly woman sitting on the piano bench
sits sadly on the faded yellow paper.

Malcolm takes in the living room silently. He stands near the
open door.

Cole walks through the room. Tiny eyes searching carefully. He
leans behind the sofa looking for something. Malcolm watches
Cole with a crinkled brow.

Cole peeks behind the old piano crammed against the wall.

MR. MARSCHAL
Maybe Jill will play for us when
she gets back.

Cole turns to find Mr. Marschal standing with a glass of

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