《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

SCREECH ACROSS THE FLOOR. VINCENT'S BREATHING QUICKENS.

A SLIGHT STATIC STARTS TO FILTER IN ON THE TAPE.

Malcolm's eyes are locked on the spool of audio tape as it spins
in the player.

Malcolm's fingers move to the volume dial. He turns it way up.
THE STATIC NOISE FROM THE TAPE FILLS THE BASEMENT.

Malcolm leans closer to the tape player. Closes his eyes and
listens... Beat.

DEEP IN THE STATIC... ANOTHER SOUND EMERGES, WHISPERING.

A MAN'S VOICE IS HEARD IN THE ROOM WITH VINCENT

MAN'S WHISPERING
(on tape)
Familia... No dejen que esto me
pase... Mi familia... Yo no
quiero morir... Familia...

Malcolm's mouth opens in disbelief.

MALCOLM
...Jesus Christ.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON

Malcolm stands on a familiar sidewalk. He stares into the bay
window of Mr. Marschal's brownstone.

Inside the window we see Mr. Marschal seated with a group of
older gentlemen his age. They sit around a table eating
sandwiches and talking. Malcolm watches as Mr. Marschal tells a
story to his friends. WE CAN'T HEAR WHAT HE'S SAYING, but when
he finishes everyone at the table laughs. Mr. Marschal smiles.

Malcolm can't help smiling as well. This is not the same man he
saw before. Life has returned to this house. Beat.

Malcolm turns and moves down the street. Each step faster than
the next.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - LATE AFTERNOON

Malcolm moves to the front of the church down the center aisle.
His eyes scan the empty seats. No one in sight in any direction.

Malcolm stands in the aisle a little out of breath. He holds his
hand to his side as he winces a bit.

Malcolm's eyes float up to the balcony where toy soldiers sit on
the bannister. Cole's head pops up.

MALCOLM

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