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?
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:
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,
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