《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

lemonade. Cole takes it from his shaking hands.

COLE
Thank you.

Mr. Marschal shuffles over to the sofa. Takes a seat.

Cole begins surveying the room again. Beat. His eyes finally
come to rest on a plant seated in the corner. He stares at it...
THE LEAVES OF THE PLANT SHAKE SLIGHTLY FROM A BREEZE.

Cole puts down his glass on a table and walks over to the plant.
Cole kneels down and starts to push the potted plant aside. THE
POT SCREECHES ON THE WOODEN FLOOR.

Malcolm calls to Cole under his breath.

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

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