The Sixth Sense Page #3

MALCOLM:

--Do I know you?

STRANGER:

Let's all celebrate, Dr. Malcolm

Crowe. Recipient of awards from the

Mayor on the news. Dr. Malcolm

Crowe, he's helped so many children...

And he doesn't even remember my

name?

Malcolm can't speak. Beat. The stranger's face starts to

tremble.

STRANGER:

I was ten when you worked with me.

Beat. Malcolm's intelligent eyes race for answers.

STRANGER:

Downtown clinic? Single parent

family?

(beat)

I had a possible mood disorder...

(beat)

I had no friends... you said I was

socially isolated.

(beat)

I was afraid -- you called it acute

anxiety...

(beat)

You were wrong.

(beat)

Come on, clear your head... Male,

nine... Single parent... Mood

discorder... Acute anxiety.

Malcolm looks like someone hit him with a sledgehammer.

STRANGER:

I'm nineteen. I have drugs in my

system twenty-four hours a day...

I still have no friends. I still

have no peace. I'm still afraid.

Tears jump into the stranger's eyes.

STRANGER:

...I'm still afraid.

Malcolm stands.

MALCOLM:

Please give me a second to think.

Malcolm's shaking hands touch his mouth as he stares at the

stranger. Beat.

MALCOLM:

Bed Freidken?

STRANGER:

Some people call me freak.

MALCOLM:

...Ronald... Ronald Sumner?

Tears fall down the stranger's face.

STRANGER:

I am a freak.

Malcolm looks up at the sound of those words. Something clicks

in his head.

MALCOLM:

--Vincent?

THE ROOM GOES SILENT AGAIN.

MALCOLM:

Vincent Gray?

VINCENT GRAY stares with surprise through his tears.

Malcolm lets out a deep breath like he just emerged from deep

waters.

MALCOLM:

I do remember you, Vincent. You

were a good kid. Very smart...

Quiet... Compassionate...

Unusually compassionate...

Vincent's eyes burn at Malcolm.

VINCENT:

You forgot cursed.

VINCENT is fully crying now.

VINCENT:

You failed me.

MALCOLM:

(whispers)

Vincent... I'm sorry I didn't help

you... I can try to help you now.

Vincent turns to the sink. His hand goes in. He turns arund and

raises a gun at Malcolm. He FIRES. A VIOLENT, EAR-SHATTERING

ECHO. Malcolm clutches his stomach and folds like a rag doll

onto the bed.

Vincent instantly moves the gun to his own head. ANOTHER

HORRIFIC BLAST SPIKES THE AIR. Vincent crumples onto the

bathroom floor.

ANNA'S CHILLING SCREAMS FILL THEIR HOME.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BENCH - AFTERNOON

The legend, "Two Years Later" appears.

A man flips open a worn file folder on his lap. Handwritten

notes fill every line. At the top of the first page reads,

"Vincent Gray, age 10, Referred January 19, 1989."

The man's hand touches the name almost reverently.

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