The Boy Page #3

Are you sure you gonna be

okay here on your own?

Yeah.

Oh, okay, the family friend

of the freaky people...

...who pretend a doll

is their dead son?

Yeah, totally trust their judgment!

Its not like that.

He didnt have to come over...

...here and check

the whole house.

No. You watch. Youll wake up

in the middle of the night...

...and hell be standing over

you in your coral dress...

...with lipstick smeared

all over his face.

Im serious.

Gosh! There are really bad

people out there in this world.

Unfortunately, you should

know that better than most.

Speaking of...

Cole came by the house.

Morgan said he just kept pounding

and pounding on the door.

Cole told him some

story about wanted...

...to write you a letter

apologizing for everything.

Please tell me Morgan didnt

give him the address.

He didnt know how else

to get rid of him.

He is ten years old.

- Sorry, Greta.

- No, I know...

Im the one who should be sorry

for dragging you guys on to this.

Dont say that. We are family.

And you didnt do

anything wrong.

What happened back

then it was his fault.

No, I will not read anything

that son of a b*tch sends me.

Greta, everything

happens for a reason.

Hello?

Jesus!

Hello?

- Hello?

- Greta?

Yeah?

Who is this?

Please come out.

Come play with me, Greta.

Greta?

Who is this?

Why won't you follow the rules?

What are you doing?

I promise I'll be good.

If you be good.

Is this what you want?

Okay.

- Hello?

- Greta, it's Malcolm.

It's the weirdest thing.

When I first got here

Mrs. Heelshire said...

...that Brahms took my shoes.

And that he was playful.

And I thought he was joking.

Greta, are you okay?

What about shoes?

No, it's not about my shoes.

Greta, I'm not sure

I understand, but ...

I have... I have to go.

Greta?

Its time, my dear.

Wakey wakey.

She is going by herself,

ask the Porters wife?

Yes. And how far is it?

50 miles.

What a long way! I wonder

Mrs. Reid is not afraid...

...to trust you so far alone.

I remember about

little of the journey.

I only know that the

days seemed to me...

I think we did it all.

I'll teach you this one.

Okay, Brahmsy?

I didn't know you could play?

Sorry. I tried the knocking.

It's okay.

- What are you doing here;

- You didn't pick up the phone.

So I thought maybe I made the

delivery a little earlier this week.

I can come back if you...

No, that's okay.

I just wasn't expecting you.

Right.

I grab the mail on the way.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Put it in there.

It looks like you and

Brahms are getting on.

Yeah.

I was thinking I might take you

up on that night-on-the-town.

Dinner. Drinks. Dancing.

Ill have you know Im...

...a legend in these parts

for my dance moves.

I dont think I should.

Why not?

You dont worry about

Brahms, do you?

He doesnt mind, do you?

Hey, you old sod.

Of course not. Ive been hoping shed

get out. I need a little privacy.

Think Ill watch telly. Have a

nice bath. A little Brahms time.

Hey, here. High five.

Maybe another time.

Yeah, another time.

I better be off.

Brahms.

Can you hear me?

Brahms.

Eat your food.

If there is a spirit in this

house, please give me a sign.

Stupid.

I 'm so sorry to make you drive

all the way out here again.

- Are you okay?

- I needed someone else to see it.

- So Id know.

- To see what?

- Hes alive.

- Whos alive?

- Brahms is alive.

- Brahms is alive?

I know you must think Im crazy.

Id think the same thing.

I just have to clean this off so

you know that Im not cheating.

I dont think youre cheating.

No worries there.

I think youve gone

completely mental.

We have to use the chalk.

Because sometimes he doesnt move

that much and its hard to tell.

I was very scientific in the

beginning, I was even measuring him...

...because I want to make sure that

when it happens there is no doubt.

At all.

Okay. Here we go.

This is something. Its...

...something.

I couldnt figure it out before.

All these strange things

kept happening, but...

...little things, like...

...the footsteps, my necklace, my

shoes, my clothes kept disappearing.

Then remembered what you said.

That hes shy. He doesnt

want people to see him. So,

if you go out of the room

and you leave him alone,

then hell give you sign.

Okay, this is like some kind

of a magic trick, right?

You dont really

think hes alive?

Its not a trick, come on.

Okay, Brahms! Here we come!

Okay. Its okay.

I think maybe we should

sit down for a bit.

Honestly, I think maybe

youre a bit tired.

Please, Brahms. I need

him to see, okay?

I know this is hard

for you but...

...do it for me?

I need this or I have to go.

- I cant stay here any more.

- Greta, come on.

Brahms. Just give him

one more chance, okay?

If he doesnt move nothing

happens and Im crazy.

Just one more chance.

Okay, Brahmsy?

Okay.

- Where is he gone? Where? Come on.

- I dont know.

No, I dont know. He does

it differently every time.

He is just gone.

He is just gone.

Its never been there before.

Its bloody

incredible, isnt it?

We really dont even know

what were dealing with here.

Is it a ghost? Some sort

of trapped spirit. Or a...

...a boy.

- Brahms is a boy.

- Yeah. Yeah, he is.

He was lucky you came along.

I dont think it was luck.

It wasnt?

I think I was brought

here for a reason.

Okay.

There was a guy back home.

Cole.

Not a good guy.

And...

...everyone I knew

beg me to leave him.

And then I found out

I was pregnant.

And...

...he swore up and down

that he would change.

And that he was sorry.

And I believed him.

And...

Then one day he went

off again and...

...and my sister checked

me to the hospital.

And I knew before I even got

there that I had lost the baby.

What I am trying to

say is that......

I know what it feels

like to lose a child.

Just like the Heelshires and...

...that ties me to them,

and to Brahms, and...

...and to this place.

Does it make any sense to you?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

But whatever the reason, I am very

happy that you ended up here.

I am, too.

And God bless Malcolm.

And God bless me.

And God bless Brahmsy.

Youre such a good boy today.

Sweet dreams.

So...

- Its a nice shirt.

- My mother bought me this shirt.

- She has good taste.

- I know.

- No, wait.

- Are you okay?

What is going on in here?

You gonna hurt your ears,

silly boy.

Why did you do that for?

...if you stayed

in town tonight.

Okay. What just happened?

That music...

That was...

Children have tantrums.

It was a tantrum.

Alright, I understand

what this means to you.

But just step back for a

second, get some perspective.

No, I dont need perspective.

I know exactly what is happening

here and I am not going anywhere.

The Heelshires ask me

to look after him.

I promised the Heelshires

to take care of him.

Under the circumstances I

think they will understand.

They chose me. They

want me to stay here.

With Brahms.

I should have told

you this before,

but I didnt want

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