《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

Don't cry.

MALCOLM
I means I wasn't what everyone
thought I was...
(beat)
I was a fake.

COLE
You weren't a paper champion.

MALCOLM
Someone else can help you. Someone
else can make you happy.

Cole is crying now.

Cole wipes his eyes with his sleeve. They sit quietly and stare
at each other. Beat.

Cole whispers.

COLE
Dr. Crowe?

MALCOLM
Yes.

COLE
You believe me, right?

A long pause.

COLE
Dr. Crowe, you believe my secret,
right?

They both just stare.

MALCOLM
I don't know how to answer that.

Cole searches for the answer in Malcolm's eyes... He finds it.
It's not the one he wanted. Malcolm looks down.

COLE
How can you help me if you don't
believe me?

Cole reaches into his pocket. Pulls out a PENNY.

Cole pushes it across the table.

Malcolm gazes at it, then looks up at Cole's pained eyes.

Beat.

COLE
(whispers)
Some magic's real.

CUT TO:

INT. BASEMENT - AFTERNOON

Malcolm sits stoically at his desk in his basement. His eyes
gaze at the dusty FRAMED CERTIFICATE FROM THE CITY OF
PHILADELPHIA shoved between two packing boxes.

Malcolm leans his head back against the chair. Stares into the
shadows. Drowns in his thoughts.

Beat. THE CHAIR CREAKS as he slowly sits up again. Malcolm's
eyes scan the room and come to a stop on a box marked with the
label...

"SESSION TAPES -- VINCENT GRAY"

CUT TO:

INT. BASEMENT - AFTERNOON

A tape slides into the tape player seated on Malcolm's desk.
Malcolm hits play.

THE SOUND OF A DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING IS HEARD.

MALCOLM
(on tape)

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