The Sixth Sense

ANNA: Goodnight, Malcolm.

MALCOLM: Goodnight, sweetheart.

MALCOLM: I just needed to do a couple of things. And I needed to tell you something.

ANNA: Tell me.

ANNA: Why did you leave me?

MALCOLM: I didn't leave you.

ANNA: Why, Malcolm?

MALCOLM: What, Anna? What did I do? What's made you so sad?

MALCOLM: Are you calling me?

ANNA: What? You don't see enough of me at the store?

ANNA: --My God.

MALCOLM: --Do I know you?

ANNA: Wow. They called you their son.

MALCOLM: We can keep it in the bathroom.

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. I'm going to read it for you, doctor.

MALCOLM: Do I really sound like Dr. Seuss?

ANNA: You know that's probably not the best idea. I'll just wait to see them in the store.

MAN'S VOICE: Okay. Fine. Understood. I'm off then.

ANNA: Don't step in the horse manure.

MAN'S VOICE: Thanks.

ANNA: That's very sweet. I'm okay.

MAN'S VOICE: Do you think I should stop by on my way back? Show you what I got? It's not a problem.

MAN'S VOICE: On my way to the flea market in Amish country. Thought maybe you want to come. Show me how to buy at these things.

ANNA: I trust you... Besides, I don't know if I'm up for the Amish today. You can't curse or spit or anything around them.

MALCOLM: You were great in the play, Cole.

COLE: Really?

MALCOLM: And you know what else?

COLE: What?

MALCOLM: Tommy Tammisimo sucked big time.

MALCOLM: I think we said everything we needed to say. Maybe it's time to say things to someone else? Someone close to you?

COLE: Maybe.

COLE: Don't go home, okay?

MALCOLM: I definitely won't.

COLE: I wish I were somewhere else.

MALCOLM: Where will you go, where no one has died?

COLE: She came a long way to visit me, didn't she?

MALCOLM: I guess she did.

COLE: What if they don't want help? What if they're just angry and they want to hurt somebody?

MALCOLM: I don't think that's the way it works, Cole.

MALCOLM: I believe both of you now. And I think I might know how to make them go away.

COLE: You do?

COLE: Just help.

MALCOLM: Yes! I think that's right!... I think they all want that. Even the scary ones...

COLE: You believe now?

MALCOLM: It's Spanish. It means... 'I don't want to die.' Not all the ghosts are scary, are they? Like Mrs. Marschal?

COLE: No.

MALCOLM: What do those ghosts want when they talk to you? Think real careful now, Cole...

COLE: You really look better.

MALCOLM: Maybe they wake up that morning thinking they have a thousand things to do and a thousand days left to do them in... And then all of a sudden, it's all taken away. No one asked them. It's just gone...

COLE: You have nice red in your cheeks now.

MALCOLM: Do you know what 'Yo no quiero morir' is?

COLE: Something happened, didn't it?

MALCOLM: Yes, it did.

COLE: Are you wigging out?

MALCOLM: Yes, I am.

COLE: We're not gonna start crying again, are we?

MALCOLM: No, we're not.

COLE: What happened?

COLE: Dr. Crowe?

MALCOLM: Yes.

COLE: You believe me, right?

COLE: Don't cry.

MALCOLM: It means I wasn't what everyone thought I was... I was a fake.

COLE: You weren't a paper champion.

MALCOLM: Someone else can help you. Someone else can make you happy.

MALCOLM: --What?

COLE: Don't give up. You're the only one who can help me. I know it.

MALCOLM: I'm going to transfer you. I know two psychologists that are exceptional--

COLE: Don't fail me.

MALCOLM: I have to.

COLE: When?

MALCOLM: Soon. One week.

COLE: Can I ask you then?

MALCOLM: Yes.

COLE: What do you want more than anything?

MALCOLM: I don't know.

COLE: I told you what I want.

MALCOLM: I don't know, Cole.

COLE: Why don't you think about it for a while?

COLE: When they get mad, it gets cold.

MALCOLM: Them?

MALCOLM: Yes?

COLE: And the tiny hairs on your arm. Are they all standing up?

COLE: Did you think the play sucked big time?

MALCOLM: What?

COLE: Tommy Tammisimo acted in a cough syrup commercial. He thought everybody was self-conscious and unrealistic. He said the play sucked big time.

MALCOLM: I know every child is special in their own way, but Tommy sounds like a punk. I thought the play was excellent. Better than Cats.

COLE: Cats?

MALCOLM: Never mind.

MALCOLM: ...No.

COLE: Will you stay here till I fall asleep?

MALCOLM: How often do you see them?

COLE: All the time. They're everywhere. You won't tell anyone my secret, right?

MALCOLM: Dead people, like in graves and coffins?

COLE: No, walking around, like regular people... They can't see each other. Some of them don't know they're dead.

MALCOLM: They don't know they're dead?

MALCOLM: I don't know how the story ends. I hope it's a happy ending.

COLE: Me too.

MALCOLM: What makes you think that?

COLE: Your eyes told me.

MALCOLM: Once upon a time there was a prince, who was being driven around... He drove around for a long, long time... Driving and driving... It was a long trip... He fell asleep... When he woke up, they were still driving... The long drive went on--

COLE: Dr. Crowe.

MALCOLM: Yes.

COLE: You haven't told bedtime stories before?

MALCOLM: No.

COLE: You have to add some twists and stuff. Maybe they run out of gas.

MALCOLM: No gas... Hey, that's good.

MALCOLM: Your father ever tell you bedtime stories?

COLE: Yes.

COLE: I didn't know you were funny.

MALCOLM: I forgot myself.

COLE: That isn't magic.

MALCOLM: What?

COLE: You just kept the penny in that hand the whole time...

MALCOLM: Who me?

MALCOLM: Think about what you want from our time together. What our goal should be?

COLE: Something I want?

MALCOLM: If we could change something in your life, anything at all, what would you like that to be?

MALCOLM: What'd you write?

COLE: Words.

MALCOLM: What kind of words?

COLE: Upset words.

MALCOLM: ...So your dad lives in Pittsburgh with a lady who works in a toll booth.

COLE: What if she has to pee when she's working? You think she just holds it?

MALCOLM: I don't know. I was just thinking the same thing.

COLE: Mr. Marschal gets real lonely.

MALCOLM: What about Mrs. Marschal?

COLE: She died a long time ago.

COLE: You said the "s" word.

MALCOLM: Yeah. Sorry.

MALCOLM: You ever tell her about how it is with Tommy?

COLE: I don't tell her a thing.

MALCOLM: Why?

COLE: Cause she doesn't look at me like everybody and I don't want her to. I don't want her to know.

MALCOLM: Know what?

COLE: That I'm a freak.

COLE: He hates me.

MALCOLM: You hate him?

COLE: I walk this way to school with Tommy Tammisimo.

MALCOLM: He your best buddy?

MALCOLM: Where should I look then, Cole?

COLE: Look over there.

COLE: Private Kinney's wife is really sick -- she has something called a brain anism.

MALCOLM: You mean aneurysm.

COLE: Yeah, Private Kinney needed to get back safe to take care of her.

COLE: You want to ask me a question?

MALCOLM: See, this is why I lose at poker. Yes, I do have a question.

COLE: Everybody got upset. They had a meeting. Momma started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.

MALCOLM: How do you draw now?

COLE: I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.

MALCOLM: I guess they don't.

COLE: We were supposed to draw a picture. Anything we wanted... I drew a man. He got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.

MALCOLM: You saw that on T.V., Cole?

MALCOLM: And Cole, next time I won't be late for you.

COLE: Next time I won't be scared of you.

COLE: I'm going to see you again, right?

MALCOLM: If it's okay with you?

MALCOLM: I got an award once. From the Mayor.

COLE: Congratulations.

MALCOLM: Thank you. It was a long time ago. I've kind of been retired for a while. You're my very first client back.

COLE: You use needles?

MALCOLM: No.

COLE: Not even little ones that aren't supposed to hurt?

MALCOLM: No.

COLE: That's good.

COLE: I forgot your name.

MALCOLM: Dr. Crowe.

COLE: You're a doctor. What kind?

MALCOLM: I work with young people who might be sad or upset or just want to talk. I try to help them figure things out.

COLE: What were they hiding from?

MALCOLM: Oh, lots of things, I suppose. Bad people for one. People who wanted to imprison them. Hurt them.

COLE: Nothing bad can happen in a church, right?

MALCOLM: All your soldiers speak Latin?

COLE: No, just one.

MALCOLM: What was that you were saying before with your soldiers? Day pro fun.

COLE: ...De profundis clamo ad te domine.

MALCOLM: Your eye frames. They don't seem to have any lenses in them.

COLE: They're my dad's. The lenses hurt my eyes.

MALCOLM: I knew there was a sound explanation.

COLE: She wanted me to tell you--

LYNN: Cole, please stop.

COLE: She wanted me to tell you, she saw you dance.

LYNN: Cole, that's very wrong. Grandma's gone. You know that.

COLE: I know.

COLE: She says she's sorry for taking the bumble bee pendant. She just likes it a lot.

LYNN: What?

COLE: Grandma comes to visit me sometimes.

LYNN: I would never think that about you... ever... Got it?

COLE: Got it.

COLE: What are you thinking, Momma?

LYNN: ...I don't know.

COLE: You think I'm a freak?

LYNN: You see ghosts, Cole?

COLE: They want me to do things for them.

LYNN: They talk to you?

LYNN: Cole, you're scaring me.

COLE: They scare me too sometimes.

LYNN: They?

COLE: Dead people.

LYNN: Dead people?

COLE: Ghosts.

LYNN: Where is she?

COLE: Standing next to my window.

LYNN: You can see her?

COLE: Yes.

COLE: You know that accident up there?

LYNN: Yeah.

COLE: Someone got hurt.

LYNN: They did?

COLE: A lady. She died.

LYNN: Oh my God.

LYNN: Communicate?

COLE: Tell you my secrets.

LYNN: I'd give anything to have been there.

COLE: I'm ready to communicate with you now.

LYNN: There's only two of us. Maybe someone came in our house -- took the bumble bee pendant out of my closet, and then laid it nicely in your drawer? Is that what happened?

COLE: Maybe.

LYNN: You didn't take it before. You didn't take it the time after that. And now, you didn't take it again?

COLE: Don't get mad.

LYNN: So who moved it?

LYNN: It was Grandma's. It's not for playing. What if it broke? You know how sad I'd be.

COLE: You'd cry. Cause you miss grandma so much.

LYNN: That's right. So why do you take it, sweetheart?

COLE: Sometimes people think they lose things and they didn't really lose them. It just gets moved.

LYNN: Did you move the bumble bee pendant?

COLE: What are you thinking, Momma?

LYNN: Lots of things.

COLE: Anything bad about me?

LYNN: They're right here.

COLE: Oh.

COLE: Stuttering Stanley!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: S-ssstop that!

COLE: Stuttering Stanley! Stuttering Stanley!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: S-ssssstop it!

COLE: Stuttering--

MR. CUNNINGHAM: --Shhhhhhut upppp you fffffffreak!

COLE: Stuttering Stanley! Stuttering Stanley!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: Who!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: How did you--?

COLE: Stop looking at me.

MR. CUNNINGHAM: What--

COLE: You shouldn't laugh at people. It makes them feel bad.

MR. CUNNINGHAM: Excuse me?

COLE: You talked funny when you went to school here. You talked funny all the way to high school!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: I don't know how else to look--

COLE: You're a stuttering Stanley!

COLE: I don't like people looking at me like that.

MR. CUNNINGHAM: Like what?

COLE: Stop it!

MR. CUNNINGHAM: Cole, this was a legal courthouse. Laws were passed here. Some of the first laws of this country. This building was full of lawyers. Lawmakers.

COLE: They were the ones who hanged everybody.

MR. CUNNINGHAM: That's not correct. Where'd you hear that?

COLE: They'd pull the people in crying and kissing their families bye... People watching would spit at them.

MR. CUNNINGHAM: Yes, Cole?

COLE: They used to hang people here.

DARREN'S MOM: Good for you.

LYNN: I wish I could be like my momma though. She always knew what was wrong. Knew just what to say.

LYNN: I work at an insurance place and at Penny's, so Cole can go to that good school.

DARREN'S MOM: J. C. Penny's?

LYNN: ...He doesn't get invited places.

DARREN'S MOM: It's our pleasure.

LYNN: The last time was a Chuck E. Cheese party a year ago. He hid in one of those purple plastic tunnels and didn't come out.

DARREN'S MOM: Chuck E. who?

LYNN: Cheese. It's a kid's place.