《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

but you're really just standing
still.

Malcolm looks at the wood beams and climbing ropes.

COLE
You ever feel prickly things on the
back of your neck?

Beat.

MALCOLM
Yes?

COLE
And the tiny hairs on your arm.
Are they all standing up?

Malcolm glances at Cole. Surprise on his face.

MALCOLM
-- Yes.

Beat.

COLE
(whispers)
When they get mad, it gets cold.

MALCOLM
Them?

Malcolm looks at the empty stairwell and then back to Cole.

Nothing is said for a few moments.

MALCOLM
I don't see anything.
(beat)
Are you sure they're there?
(beat)
Cole?

Malcolm turns back to Cole, he finds the child with tears in his
eyes. Cole looks at Malcolm desperately.

COLE
Please make them leave.

Malcolm stares helplessly.

MALCOLM
(whispers)
I'm working on it.

Malcolm gently leads Cole away from the stairs.

COLE GLANCES BACK AS HE MOVES OUT OF THE STAIRWELL.

COLE'S P.O.V. -- The ropes and school banners dangling at the top
of the stairs sways a little... But so do THE THREE BODIES
HANGING BY THEIR NECKS FROM A WOODEN BEAM.

It's a truly horrific sight. A BLACK MAN in britches and no
shirt, face beaten to a pulp, hangs in the center. A WHITE WOMAN
in a torn white frilly dress -- tears soaking her face, hangs to
the right. A small MIXED RACE CHILD in half pants, hangs to
their left. The family stares at Cole. They follow Cole with
their tortured eyes as he exits the stairwell.

CUT TO:

EXT. HISTORIC PHILADELPHIA - NIGHT

Malcolm walks from the bus stop over the cobblestone streets in
front of Head House Square. The streets are quiet and dark.
Night time has fallen over the city.

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