《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

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.

COLE
(softly)
Stop looking at me.

CUT TO:

INT. BASEMENT OFFICE - NIGHT

Malcolm sits still in his office chair. His eyes are fixed at a
point in space. He brings a slim, black tape recorder to his
mouth.

CLICK.

MALCOLM
April or March of Eighty-seven.
Two weeks into sessions with
Vincent Gray. I was treating a
couple, Donald and Robin Wagner,
who had lost their child to
Leukemia. They were waiting with
Vincent in the reception room of
the downtown clinic. They were
alone together maybe fifteen
minutes. When I entered the room,
all three were crying. The
Wagner's progress from that
afternoon was dramatic and sudden
.... As if some door had been
opened for them.
(beat)
I'm not at all clear what happened
in those fifteen minutes. But I
now believe Vincent tried to tell
me something, show me something and
I didn't listen.
(beat)
Cole Sear allowed me to witness
something today.
(beat)
This time I'm going to listen.

A long silence. CLICK. The tape recorder turns off.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BROWNSTONE - NIGHT

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