The Sixth Sense Page #4

He glances through the page. Words and phrases are circled

throughout the file.

"...Acute anxiety"

"...Socially isolated"

"...Possible mood disorder"

"...Parent status -- Divorced"

"...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad"

The man's hands flip the page. At the top of this new page

reads, "Cole Sear, age 8, Referred September 1998."

As the man's fingers move through the notes we again see words

and phrases circled throughout this new case history.

"...Acute anxiety"

"...Socially isolated"

"...Possible mood disorder"

"...Parent status -- Divorced"

"...Communication difficulty between mother-child dyad"

The hands close the notepad. The hands are slightly shaking now.

WE PULL BACK to reveal the shaking hands belong to Dr. Malcolm

Crowe.

Malcolm sits on a sidewalk bench facing a row of brownstone homes

across the street. He gazes blankly at the brownstones. Beat.

A door opens. Malcolm is brought out of his trance.

COLE SEAR steps out his front door. Cole is a munchkin of a boy

with large, black eyes that seem to take in everything around

him.

His hair is dark, with a small patch of jet white on the side.

Cole carefully locks the door behind him.

He moves to the bottom of the stairs and looks around nervously.

Anxiously.

The eight-year-old child reaches into his pocket and slips on a

pair of VERY LARGE GLASSES. They look comical on him.

Malcolm rises to his feet. He smooths out his shirt. Looks down

and buttons his jacket.

When he looks up, Cole is gone.

Malcolm barely catches a glimpse of the boy. Cole runs at full

speed down the street and turns the corner. TINY SNEAKERS

SCREECHING ON THE SIDEWALK.

For a second, Malcolm doesn't react. The second passes. He

stuffs the file in his bag and starts running too.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - DAY

Malcolm hauls down the sidewalk. He comes to a hard stop at a

street intersection. Searches. Spots Cole running into a

parking lot.

COLE sprints across the empty lot and reaches the doors of a

building. He has to use all his strength to push open the highly

ornate doors. He slips inside.

Malcolm jogs into the parking area. His pace slows to a walk and

then to stillness as he gazes up at the building. Its old stone

and huge towers make it stand out from the modern buildings all

around it. Malcolm stares up at the historic Philadelphia church

quietly.

A SHOOTING PAIN PIERCES HIS SIDE. Malcolm's hand goes to it

quickly. He waits for it to pass before starting for the ornate

doors.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - DAY

Only a few people sit and pray in the sea of oak pews.

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