Lyla

What's going on?

Honey, have a seat.

I don't want to sit down.

What's going on?

Where are you going?

Just going away for a bit.

Where?

Just away.

Look Hugh,

the only person you can really trust is yourself.

People are going to do what's best

for them, and people can't help it.

They're bound to hurt you sometimes.

It's better that you know now.

That way you don't get your hopes up.

Are you going to come back?

Who am I kidding.

I could never leave you.

Troubles?

Not particularly.

May I join you?

I don't see why not.

Give us a moment.

We're still catching up.

Is there something I can help you with?

You know, we've met before.

We have?

At your house.

I knew you'd take this lightly.

And how am I supposed to be taking it?

You come here often?

Hugh.

Very clever.

He almost had me.

You don't come here often.

In fact, this was your first time.

And if I were to ask you why you came

here tonight, you would say.

I'm just passing through.

And you're not here alone, are you?

No.

Family's in the car?

Yeah.

A man who eats while his family waits in the car.

They were tired.

Of course.

Sometimes it's nice to eat alone.

And here we are.

All right.

I'll play along.

What is it?

I think you know.

What do you mean?

Something strange happened to me last night. Yeah?

This girl approached me.

An unidentified eight year old boy

was found dead in the lake.

Autopsy revealed forced trauma to head and bruising.

An eyewitness saw a woman and a

boy on the lake earlier this evening.

If you have any information that

would help, please contact local authorities.

You can make me happy.

What?

Do you think you can make me happy?

I don't know.

Get away from me you creep .

What?

I said leave me alone.

Why didn't you wake me?

Have you slept?

No.

Anything good?

I just sat down. Sorry.

I was just curious.

No, it's fine.

Something strange happened to me last night.

Yeah?

This girl approached me.

Lucky you.

No, not like that. Like what then?

You and Lars were asleep.

I stopped for gas.

She came up to me.

Seemed like she thought she knew me.

And then she didn't.

Didn't what?

Didn't know me.

What do you think that means?

Sounds like nothing.

I'll make breakfast.

Hello?

Lars.

Whoa it's okay. It's okay.

He's just sleeping. Just sleeping.

Who are you? Beg your pardon, ma'am.

My name is Braxton Campbell.

I'm the groundskeeper.

Believe I spoke with your husband a

few days ago on the phone. Yes. Yes.

Just didn't think it was all too wise to

leave him out there alone by like himself. Sure.

If you could just. Okay. Of course.

I'm so sorry.

You gave me a fright.

I could imagine.

Mrs. Fisher? Carter. Lyla Carter.

I go by my maiden name.

Well, now that I got you here, Ms. Carter.

I do have a few signatures I need.

You know that is more my husband's things.

Tour of the property.

Baby, will you do me a favor?

We go tell Daddy I need him.

You know I could come back later.

No, that's fine. Go.

Something to drink?

Some coffee? Actually, if it's not too much trouble.

Come on in.

He didn't.

Oh he most certainly did.

Oh, Hugh.

Perfect timing.

Must be Mr. Fisher. Yes. And you are?

Braxton Campbell.

We spoke on the phone. Yes.

Your wife here was just sharing with

me that you're quite the writer.

I've actually written a few

things myself, but poems, mostly.

Not to speak of, but had

some published a few years back.

I'd be really appreciative if you

maybe could look over them sometime.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help. I'm an essayist.

Hugh has the most wonderful feature in the Herald.

Where people write in with their problems and he helps them.

Like an advice column?

It's a bit more political than that.

He always writes the most elegant things.

One time, this woman who lost her husband in a car

accident wrote in and he drove semis for a living.

And I guess he fell asleep one night

and drove over an overpass.

And they had a brand new baby, two months old.

It was very tragic.

Anyway, she wrote to Hugh asking how she could overcome

her grief for the sake of their son, so she could be

a better mother to him, be truly present in his life.

He wrote back the most beautiful line.

He said, don't rush grief.

Remember your husband as a good man.

For a man does not die of love

or his liver or even old age.

He dies from being a man.

I was quoting Miguel de Unamuno.

Be autiful.

I'm a lucky woman.

So, what are you working on now?

Not quite sure.

Have some ideas.

Just no endings.

Well, you know, I find if I just start,

the ending tends to find itself soon enough.

How adventurous.

That's your car?

Sure is.

Seen some better days though.

So what a shame.

You like cars?

Nah, not particularly.

That's Lyla's sort of affair. Really?

My dad owned a garage.

She'd be a beauty with a little bit of restoration.

Patch up those panels.

File the fender.

New coat of paint.

Pretty good for a dancer.

Former dancer.

Well, I don't mean any disrespect here, but,

Ms. Carter, you don't seem old enough

to be a former anyway.

Come on, you flatter me.

I'm 36.

I left the core when I got pregnant with Lars.

Jesus.

How many times have I told you,

you have to pay attention to what you're doing.

Sweetie, why don't you go upstairs

and play in your room?

He doesn't have a room.

Of course he does.

Go upstairs and pick one out. Anyone you like.

Braxton, why don't you get things squared up

with Hugh, while I clean this up? Absolutely. Understood.

So this is just your standard rental contract.

The security deposit here, which you

paid for with your initial reservation.

You're responsible for damage up to this amount here.

No more than four guests on the property at a time.