The Sixth Sense

INT. BASEMENT - EVENING

A NAKED LIGHTBULB SPARKS TO LIFE. It dangles from the ceiling of
a basement.

LIGHT, QUICK FOOTSTEPS AS ANNA CROWE moves down the stairs.

She walks to the bottles. Her fingertips slide over the labels.
She stops when she finds just the right one. A tiny smile as she
slides it out.

Anna turns to leave. Stops. She stares at the shadowy basement.
It's an unsettling place. She's visibly uncomfortable.

Anna Crowe moves for the staircase in a hurry

INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING

Two place settings are arranged on the living room coffee table.
Take-out Chinese food sits half eaten on good china. An empty
bottle of red wine sits between boxes of Chinese food.

Anna arrives with the backup bottle and is now wearing a sweater.
She hands a collegiate rowing team sweatshirt to Malcolm.

ANNA
It's getting cold.

MALCOLM CROWE sits on the floor at the coffee table, his vest and
tie on the sofa behind him. A jacket and an overcoat lay on a
briefcase next to him.

Malcolm is in his thirties with thick, wavy hair and striking,
intelligent eyes that squint from years of intense study. His
charming, easy-going smile spreads across his face. He points.

MALCOLM
That's one fine frame. A fine
frame it is.

Malcolm points to the huge framed certificate propped up on a
dining room chair. It's printed on aged parchment-type paper.
The frame is a polished mahogany.

He slips on the sweatshirt.

MALCOLM
How much does a fine frame like
that cost, you think?

Anna hands the backup bottle over to Malcolm.

ANNA
(smiling)
I've never told you... but you
sound a little like Dr. Seuss when
you're drunk.

Malcolm uncorks the wine and starts pouring in the empty glass.

MALCOLM
Anna, I'm serious. Serious I am,
Anna.

Anna giggles. She's clearly buzzed herself. Malcolm doesn't get
it. Anna takes a few calming sips of her wine. Her attention
slowly moves to the framed certificate.

ANNA
Mahogany. I'd say that cost at
least a couple hundred. Maybe
three.

MALCOLM
Three? We should hock it. Buy a
C.D. rack for the bedroom.

ANNA
Do you know how important this is?
This is big time.
(beat)
I'm going to read it for you,
doctor.

MALCOLM
Do I really sound like Dr. Seuss?

Anna ignores Malcolm and clears her throat. She leans forward
her seat and reads the certificate out loud as Malcolm tries to
tickle her.

ANNA
In recognition for his outstanding
achievement in the field of child
psychology, his dedication to his
work, and his continuing efforts to
improve the quality of life for
countless children and their
families, the City of Philadelphia
proudly bestows upon its son Dr.
Malcolm Crowe... That's you...
the Mayor's Citation for
Professional Excellence.

The power of the words sobers the two of them.

ANNA
Wow. They called you their son.

MALCOLM
We can keep it in the bathroom.

Anna turns to Malcolm. He smiles.

MALCOLM
It's not real, Anna. Some
secretary wrote that up. Don't
tell me you thought it was real?

Anna's expression becomes serious.


MALCOLM
What?

She just keeps staring.

MALCOLM
Don't do the quiet thing. You know
I hate it.


ANNA
This is an important night for us.
Finally someone is recognizing the
sacrifices you made. That you have
put everything second, including me,
for those families they're talking
about.

Malcolm plays softly with her face. Anna takes his hands and
holds them steady.

ANNA
They're also saying that my husband
has a gift. Not an ordinary gift
that allows him to hit a ball over a
fence. Or a gift that lets him
produce beautiful images on a
canvas... Your gift teaches
children how to be strong in
situations where most adults would
piss on themselves.
(beat)
Yes, I believe what they wrote
about you.

Anna lets go of his hands. Anna's eyes are emotional. Malcolm
smiles softly.

MALCOLM
Thank you.

Anna leans towards him. They hold each other tight.

MALCOLM
What are we hugging about again?

Anna laughs as she wipes her eyes.

ANNA
Nothing. There wasn't supposed to
be any crying at this celebration.
Just a lot of drinking and sex.

Malcolm's charming, easy-going smile returns.

MALCOLM
I would like some red wine in a
glass.

Anna hands him his glass. He stares at it.

MALCOLM
I would not like it in a mug. I
would not like it in a jug.

Malcolm looks at Anna surprised at what he said. They crack up
laughing.


INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

TWO GIGGLING SHADOWS APPEAR IN THE BEDROOM DOORWAY. They try to
turn on the light. It doesn't come on.

MALCOLM
Bulb's out.

Anna giggles some more as Malcolm's shadow stumbles across the
bedroom.

MALCOLM TURNS ON THE BATHROOM LIGHT.

A SHAFT OF LIGHT falls on Anna as she stands in the corner of the
room.

Anna smiles playfully and pulls off her sweater. She sways to a
pretend striptease song.

Malcolm can't hold back his grin. He joins in -- slowly peeling
off
the sweat-shirt. He looks back to Anna. She's stopped her
playful dance. She's facing away from him.

He walks towards her. HIS GRIN QUIETLY DISAPPEARS. Malcolm's
face turns to rock as his attention is drawn to the shattered
window in their bedroom. The wind moves through the room. A
lamp lays broken on the ground by the window.

Malcolm kneels down. Beat. Anna's eyes fill with a quiet
awareness.

ANNA
He's still in the house.

A SHADOW FROM THE BATHROOM FLATS OVER BOTH OF THEM.

ANNA SCREAMS.

Malcolm spins around. His heart stops.

Malcolm and Anna stare at the bathroom doorwary. They know
someone is inside. Beat.

Malcolm slowly starts towards the door. The first thing that
comes into view are the clothes on the bathroom floor. Then the
figure of a man comes into view. A STRANGER stands bare-chested
in the back of the bathroom.

NO ONE MAKES A SOUND.

The STRANGER is about nineteen. Drugged out. Pitch black eyes
bulging. His body is covered in scars and bruises. His hands are folded in front of him. He shakes ever so slightly. He has a
patch of white in his hair.

Malcolm speaks in a very calm voice. Never takes his eyes off
the stranger.

MALCOLM
Anna, don't move. Don't say a word.

Anna barely nods her understanding.

MALCOLM
(to the stranger)
This is forty-seven Locust Street.
You have broken a window and
entered a private residence. Do
you understand what I'm saying?

The stranger slowly looks up for the first time. His eyes lock
on Malcolm.

STRANGER
You don't know so many things.

Beat.

MALCOLM
There are no needles or
prescription drugs of any kind in
this house.

The stranger suddenly comes forward into the doorway. Malcolm
stumbles back onto the edge of the bed.

Anna sees the stranger for the first time. Her face drains of
color.

The stranger looks at Malcolm. He half grins.

STRANGER
Are you drunk?

The stranger's stare slides to Anna.

STRANGER
Did you get him drunk?

The stranger gazes at Anna. Gazes directly into her eyes. A
penetrating, unwavering stare.


STRANGER
Do you know why you're scared when
you're alone?

Anna's expression instanly changes.

STRANGER
I know.

BEAT. THE ROOM GOES SILENT.

MALCOLM
What do you want? I don't
understand what you want.

The stranger turns and glares at Malcolm.

STRANGER
What you promised.

Malcolm stops all movement.

ANNA
--My God.

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. Malcolm clutches his stomach and folds like a rag doll
onto the bed.

Vincent instantly moves the gun to his own head. ANOTHER
HORRIFIC BLASTM SPIKES THE AIR. Vincent crumples onto the
bathroom floor.

ANNA'S CHILLING SCREAMS FILL THEIR HOME.

VOCABULARY

dangle - dyndać, zwisać
slide - ślizgać się
unsettling - niepokojący
take-out - na wynos
backup - zapasowy
collegiate - uczelniany
squint - patrzeć z przymrużonymi oczami, zezować
spread across - rozciągać się
prop up - podpierać
parchment - pergamin
-polished - wypolerowany
mahogany - mahoń
uncork - odkorkować
pour - nalewać
hock - tu: zastawiać (w lombardzie)
tickle - łaskotać
In recognition for - w uznaniu
outstanding - wybitny, znakomity
countless - niezliczone, liczne
bestow - obdarowywać, nadawać tytuł
sober - otrzeźwiać
sacrifice - poświęcenie
canvas - płótno
piss - sikać
lean - pochylać się
crack up (laughing) - pękać ze śmiechu
bulb - żarówka
stumble - potykać się, zataczać
sway - kołysać się
grin - szeroki uśmiech
peel off - tu: ściągać, zdejmować z siebie
awareness - świadomość
spin - kręcić się, wirować
drugged out - zaćpany
bulge -sterczeć, wystawać
scar - blizna, szrama
bruise - siniak
fold - składać
patch - opatrunek
needle - igła
prescription - recepta
unwavering - niewzruszony, niezachwiany
recipient - odbiorca

disorder - zaburzenia
acute - ostry, przenikliwy
anxiety - niepokój
sledgehammer - młot kowalski
freak - świr, dziwak
emerge - wyłaniać się, wynurzać
compassionate - współczujący
clutch - trzymać kurczowo, ściskać w dłoni
rag doll - szmaciana lalka
blast - wybuch, ryk, świst
crumple - załamać się


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