Malcolm Crowe

— 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.
— You saw that on T. V., Cole?
— Everybody got upset. They had a meeting. Momma started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.
— How do you draw now?
— I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.

— 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--
— Dr. Crowe. You haven't told bedtime stories before?
— No.
— You have to add some twists and stuff. Maybe they run out of gas.

— I want to tell you my secret now.
— Okay.
— ... I see people. Some of them scare me.
— In your dreams? When you're awake? Dead people, like in graves and coffins?
— No, walking around, like regular people... They can't see each other. Some of them don't know they're dead.
— They don't know they're dead?
— Beat.

Here's the game. I'll read your mind. If what I say is right, you take a step forwards the chair. If I'm wrong, you take a step backwards the doorway. If you reach the chair, you sit. If you reach the door, you can go. Deal?

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The Sixth Sense

Psychotherapy