Not Every Gift Is A Blessing
Some magic's real.
[Cole Sear]
[Cole Sear]: Are you a good doctor?
[Malcolm Crowe]: Well... I used to be.
I won an award once. From the Mayor.
It had an expensive frame.
[Cole Sear]: I'm gonna see you again, right?
[Malcolm Crowe]: If that's okay with you.
[Cole Sear]: I see dead people.
[Malcolm Crowe]: In your dreams?
[Cole shakes his head no]
[Malcolm Crowe]: While you're awake?
[Cole nods]
[Malcolm Crowe]: Dead people like, in graves? In coffins?
[Cole Sear]: Walking around like regular people.
They don't see each other.
They only
see what they want to see.
They don't know they're dead.
[Malcolm Crowe]: How often do you see them?
[Cole Sear]: All the time. They're everywhere.
[Cole Sear, of his grandmother]: She wanted me to tell you...
[Lynn Sear]: Cole, please stop...
[Cole Sear]: She wanted me to tell you she saw you dance.
She said, when you were
little, you and her had a fight, right before your dance recital.
You
thought she didn't come see you dance. She did.
She hid in the back so
you wouldn't see.
She said you were like an angel.
She said you came to
the place where they buried her.
Asked her a question?
She said the
answer is... 'Every day.'
What did you ask?
[Lynn Sear]: Do... Do I make her proud?
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