Deadly Intent Page #2

Okay.

Come on then.

My god.

It's great, isn't it.

James helped me set it up.

For Christ's sake,

this is the last thing he needs.

Come on, kids love

this sort of stuff.

Listen, Lise, he's

not like a normal kid.

He doesn't need any

more crap to deal with.

True, but if it is crap,

then he won't have to

deal with it will he?

Sh*t!

My god!

Why does he do these things?

You don't

know it was James.

Of course it was.

Yeah, but look,

its not smashed.

It's like it's melted.

I so don't need this.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Do you want some breakfast?

What is it?

We've got cereal,

toast, porridge?

Well, what do you want then?

Can I have some of that?

Yeah, go on then.

Grab out a plate.

Have you tried cooking?

You should, you'd love it.

Dad made really good curries.

Yeah? Nice.

Promised he would teach

me when I was older.

Promised lots of things.

Here, have a big bit.

Thanks.

You're not going back, are you?

No, son. I'm not

going anywhere.

Hate it when you

leave me behind.

You're the only good

thing to come out this mess.

Dad?

No, son, I won't be

going anywhere, I promise.

What is that?

Hi James.

It's a dream catcher.

A what?

A dream catcher.

The Native Americans used them.

But what's it for?

To trap evil spirits.

How?

Dunno, just think

it looks cool.

James?

Lisa?

It is him.

What?

It is James.

I told you!

No no no, not

like that though.

I don't think he even

knows he's doing it.

How do you mean?

Okay, this morning

we were at breakfast

and James got upset,

and then suddenly

all the cutlery just jumped

off the draining board.

By itself?

Yeah, he scared

the crap out of me.

So, what are you saying?

I dunno exactly.

Look, James didn't do

anything physically

but I'll swear it was him.

So, you didn't actually

see him wave a wand

and shout, "Leviosa!".

I'm not making it up.

All this stuff James

has been going through,

all these emotions,

maybe he's bottling them up

like volcano, and...

All that leaves

whatever's happened, it's real.

Exactly, this is real.

I read this article

about this woman

and every time she got upset,

all the fuses in her house

just blew out.

Children have very

powerful psyches and...

Cut it out, Lise.

You're not a child psychologist.

You're not even a proper

teacher for god's sake.

No.

No, I'm a teaching assistant.

My job may not impress anyone

but at least I'm

not ashamed of it.

Right then,

tiger. Time for bed.

Come on.

James, please don't start.

I'm not

going up there.

Auntie, can I sleep

with you tonight?

No, of course you can't.

Please, auntie.

You heard your mum, James.

Come on, now.

Come on, James.

I don't wanna go.

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