The Second Page #4

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Two girls, a boy.

- The boy dies.

- Mmm. They murder him.

I'd like to read you a passage

for comment.

Of course.

Hey, you've done your research.

Mmm. Yeah, there was

an accident.

A boy died on your property.

Yeah, true.

And you write about

a murdered boy.

- Everything's fair game.

- Everything?

And everyone.

Don't.

Ground rule number one -

I need to work.

So there is

no more boozy soirees -

I need six hours of quiet

every day.

- No more boozy soirees.

- And no more music.

- Come on, that's not fair.

- Uh-uh-uh!

- Fine. No music.

- Good.

If I hear so much as a peep out

of either of you, you're out.

You got it?

Got it.

Good.

I'm just going for a run.

You're keen.

You want to do something?

Six hours a day.

Just so precious.

Yeah.

I'm just gonna lie here

and do nothing.

F***!

There's a dead snake.

How can I use that?

There's a snake...

Hey. Hey, listen, mate. Mate.

I'm not sure if I offended you

the other day,

but if I did,

I'm really sorry, OK?

I'm from the city. I'm not...

Got to be careful of snakes.

Definitely.

Not here.

Back there, where you came from.

Those two girls.

F***in' snakes.

What? What?

You tell 'em I hate snakes.

Cut their heads off.

F***!

Oh, hi.

I won't look over your shoulder.

I will just quietly...

..quietly, quietly

drop that there.

Hey, wait.

Sit with me.

So what's with the publisher?

Don't know.

He seems self-entitled to me.

Mmm.

Pretty nice and smart,

once you get to know him.

- Well, I won't get to know him.

- Thanks.

I've missed this.

Me too.

I'm going to sell the property.

You can't!

I hardly ever come here...

..and there's too much history.

So I'm going to give you

some money.

You can go back to school.

You set yourself up.

That...

..country...

..fuckface

threw a dead snake at me.

It could have been alive.

It's not finished, you know.

Course it's not.

Hey, you OK?

I'm far from OK.

Hey, sorry for...for laughing.

He threw a dead snake at me!

What the f***?!

Is that a thing out here?

No, not that I remember.

Oh, he called you a snake too.

Wants to cut your head off, FYI.

- Charming.

- We have history, so...

- Oh, God, no. Really?!

- Not that kind of history!

And anyway, I've got something

that's gonna cheer you up.

Having a snake thrown at you

is a bit of a boner killer.

I don't mean that.

I mean this.

- Pages?

- Yeah.

Well, it's the beginning

of something.

- He hates it.

- Oh, relax, will you?

Well?

Well, come on.

Don't hold us in suspense.

It's not landing for me.

- Really?

- What does he mean?

Sorry, what does that mean?

It means I can see potential.

Two women...

..a dark secret,

away for the week.

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