All language subtitles for Housebound_2014

Take your time, Justin.

I'm fucking trying.

Fuck!

If it pleases Your Honor,nas Miss Bucknell's crime...

has been fueledby ongoing methamphetaminenand alcohol abuse,

the report does recommend
ongoing treatment
at Tiaki Wairua.

Uh, this--
It's a new facility.

It offers courses
in anger management,

um, substance abuse,
social disorders.

They also teach
basic job skills
and life skills...

like cooking, cleaning,
uh, budgeting.

With respect, Mr. Hollis,

your client has been through
a number of these treatment
programs in the past,

and as the events
of the last week
probably would testify,

the results have been
less than spectacular.

Now, I agree with you
that Miss Bucknell is
in need of rehabilitation,

but she is also
in need of stability.

I therefore ordering an urgent
report into the suitability
of her mother's house...

at 57 Lynfield Road for
a sentence of eight months
home detention.

Thank you.
Stand down.

Do you want a few minutes
before we come in?

God. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't even
see you there.

I think that there's
more damage to mine, though,
than there is to yours.

Oh, yes, that just clips
on like that, does it?

Yep. That's all
good to go.

Now, in the event
that there's
an unauthorized absence,

you'll get a call
to the modem.

If you don't respond,
an officer will be
dispatched straightaway.

The bracelet has
a fiber optic cable
inside it.

So if you try to break it
or if you damage it,

a tamper signal will
be sent out immediately.

Gosh, that's high-tech,
isn't it?

Aren't you lucky, Kylie?
Having all that fancy
technology on your foot.

Quite spoilt.

Keep coming.

Keep coming.

Keep coming.

Breach.

That's a flash phone, Kylie.

Is that one
of those iPhones?

- No.
- Flash, isn't it?

- Not really.
- See that, Graeme?

- Kylie's got one
of those iPhones.
- It's not an iPhone.

That Leslie's a lovely
wee girl, isn't she?

I was just saying to Kylie,
Graeme, the wee Maori girl
who gave Kylie a ride home,

she's very nice.

Very well-spoken.

She was very well-spoken,
wasn't she, Kylie?

- She's a probation officer.
- Oh.

Still, it's nice
to meet an educated one.

God, you should see some
of the ones outside the TAB.

10:00 in the morning,
they're lining up
to play the pokies,

o shoes on their feet.

Half of them have
got kids with them.
No shoes on their feet either.

Welcome to the prepaid
top-up menu.

To--

Mmm. Yes.

Well, no.
Look, 'cause
she just wouldn't.

No, you wouldn't
read about it.

Mmm. Mmm.

I need to
use the phone.

Hang on a second, Jocelyn.
In a minute, Kylie.
I'm on the phone.

That's what I'm saying.
I need to use it.

Well, it'll have to wait.
This is a very important call.

Sorry, Jocelyn.
What were you saying?

Well, I don't know.
I think it's been
going on for years.

Because I ran into him
at the PAK'nSAVE
and I said to him--

I said,
"How's things," and he said,
"Oh, yeah, bit of a domestic."

N

I know that's what he said.
"Bit of a domestic."

Well, that's what
he's like,
isn't it?

Yeah. He is.
He's a right hard case.

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Good evening, Miriam.nHow are ya?

nYes, um, thanks, Andrew.

I was actually listening before,

and you had a ladytalking about ghostsnand supernatural things.

Oh, right. Yes, yes. Uh, we werentalking about cognitive bias,

which is where the braindeviates from logical thoughtninto fallacy.

It explains why people allowthemselves to interpretneveryday things as paranormal.

I just think she didn't knownwhat she was talking about,

because I've had thingsnhappen to me like that,

and it has got nothing to donwith a deviation in the brain.

nOkay, what sort of things?

Well, for as long asnI've lived in this house,

we've had all sorts of stuffngoing on.

We've heard noises in the middlenof the night.

We've had thingsnmoving about by themselves.

We've had, uh, fluctuationsnin the power bills.

Now, I'm not sure that qualifiesnas bulletproof evidence.

But, see,I think that's the thing.nI think that's part of it.

And they do that on purposeso that you don't knownif you're imagining it or not.

N Yeah, well.n Having said all that,

there was one incidentin particular that I know,nbeyond a shadow of a doubt,

Ntook place in the real world
and not in my imagination.n Okay.

There was one this night,nand I was in the basement...

getting a chickennout of the freezer.

I was just bending overnand getting it out,

and all of a sudden,I got what I can only describenas an enormous sense of dread.

Like, every hair on my bodynwas standing upright.

And I turned around,and I saw this thing disappearnback into the darkness.

God, you mustnhave been petrified.

Yes. I was outnof there like a shot.

It took me two monthsto work up the nervento go back down there again.

So can you describenwhat it looked like?

Uh, w--It happened very, very quickly.nBut, um--

Oh, gosh,nwhat was it like? Uh--

It was sort of likena white sheet or something,

but it was sort of...ntattered and faded.

But look, I've never seen itsince, and I hope I never do.nTouch wood.

But to this day,nI don't know how to explain it.

Yes, well, I'm notsure I do either Miriam, butnthank you so much for your call.

Open line--

Finished with the phone?

Psychic hotline's just opened.
Maybe you wanna
give them a call.

White sheet.
That's original.

Would you mind putting
that cigarette out, please?

We don't smoke
in the house.

You honestly think
this house is haunted?

I don't want to get into this
with you, Kylie. Obviously,
you're going to make fun of me.

There's nothing funny about
having a mother with dementia.

You realize they put me
on house arrest
to get some stability.

Well, obviously, you've got
a very selective memory.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not the only one
who thought there was a ghost
in this house, Kylie.

In fact, you used to be so
terrified you couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I also use to think
the moon was made of cheese.

It's called childhood.

Mm-Mm.

Kylie.

Kylie,
it's half past 11:00.

- Oh, no.
I'm gonna be late.
- What for?

Nothing.

Nice being back home?

Least there's plenty
of space to run around.
Big place like this.

How's things
with your mum?
Great.

She seems
like a nice lady.
She's a fucking dick.

Well, I think
that's a bit unfair.

I mean, letting you come
back home couldn't have been
an easy decision to make.

This isn't my home.

Okay, but considering
you're going to be spending
a lot of time together,

don't you think you should
be making more of an effort?

No.

What's the situation
with Graeme?

He's a cabbage
in a polar fleece.

- What's he doing for work?
- I don't fuckin' know.

He's around here somewhere.
Why don't you go and ask him?

What about your real father?

Miriam says he runs
a boat brokerage
on the Gold Coast.

Done quite well
for himself.

New life.
New family.
But...

she says
he doesn't stay in touch.

Have you ever considered--

I'm giving you
two more minutes and then
I'm turning the TV back on.

This watch was handed downnfrom my great-grandfather.

He was the owner
of the St. Paul Pioneer
Press and Dispatch...

back in 1914,when he received this watch,nand it was handed down...

to my father
and then he gave it to me.

It's a beautiful watch.

It's manufactured by
the Patek-Phillipe company
of Geneva, Switzerland.

This is a photocopy
of the original warranty,

depicting some ofnthe complications of this watch.

You let the fire go out.

...the front of the watchhas the hour and minute handnand the second hand.

Kylie,
where's that meat loaf?

- I made that for tonight.
- Well, I've eaten it.

A whole meat loaf?
No.

The whole thing's gutted.

So I suppose I'll have to go
back to the supermarket and get
something else for tea then?

Well, I can't go, can I?

This watch, at auction,

I suspect, would bring closento a quarter million dollars.

No.
Yes.

That was your watch,and to the police,nthat clue's a homing pigeon.

Comes right back to you.

I'll take care of Romo
and find out
who he's working for.

I'm the detective.

Kylie?

Kylie,

Thursdays and Fridays
are Coronation Street nights.

Now, it's only for an hour.

But it starts at 7:30.

And it's almost 7:30 now.

Your gonna write this
to the Globe. Now, listen.

Kylie, please.

What's important?
Who are you?

How did you get in here?

Exactly at 9:30?

You have no rightnto take him.

Oh, for God's sake.

I can't even hear it.

I mean, why should
we be in here?

It's our house.

You know, you could
say something to her.

Tell you one thing,
I'm not gonna spend
the next eight months...

as a prisoner in my own home.

No way, buster.

She'll learn.

One way or another,
she'll have to.

How long is the workout?

Forty-five minutes a day,
for 90 days.

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nHello, Mortar.

Jesus.

Let me just explain a couple
of things to you, Kylie.

Some of us have to go
to work in the morning.

Now, I realize being here
is an inconvenience for you.
Mum.

That doesn't mean you have
to be an inconvenience
to everybody else.

There's someone down there.
We need to call the police.

- You can do what you like.
I'm going back to sleep.

- Where's Graeme?
- He's on the night shift.

He's on the night shift.

I can't stay like this
for long, Kylie. My knees.

That was a gift
from your Uncle Melvin.
It's genuine Cameroon.

Good, then it won't break.

Is anyone here?

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait.
It's just me.

- What are you doing here?
- I got a break signal.

Oh, what you just happened
to be in the neighborhood.

No.

I live
in the neighborhood.

Um--

Looks like
he's taken off already.

Um. What was he--
What did he look like?

I told you I didn't get
a good look at him.

- What was he wearing?
- I don't know.

Look, I came down
to look for my phone.

My bracelet went off.

- Somebody grabbed my leg,
but I only saw his hand.

How come your bracelet went off?
Why are you asking me?

Why don't you tell him
what you really saw, Kylie?
Why don't you shut up?

I'm sorry Amos.

It's just that
this house is prone
to certain disturbances.

- Mum.
- What do you mean?

Well, there may be
one or two occupants...

who haven't quite
left the premises.

No, I'm sorry.
I still don't get
what you mean.

Well--

Obviously, my daughter
and I have a difference
of opinion on the matter.

But based on
personal experience,

I have what I feel...

is some reason to believe
that the house...

could, in fact, be,

you know,

haunted.

Really?

This is the record I.D.
for the house of Kylie
and Miriam Bucknell.

The date is
the 18th of March, 2013.

The time,
2:30 a.m.

What are you doing?

To the restless spirit
that lives in this house,
what is your business here?

Did you leave this world
not of your own free will?

Is there anyone here today
you want to communicate with?

You honestly think
somebody's gonna answer?

Maybe they already have.

To the restless spiritthat lives in this house,nwhat is your business here?

Did you leave this worldnnot of your own free will?

Is there anyone here todaynyou want to communicate with?

Do you honestly thinknsomebody's gonna--

I'll run that through
a filter when I get home.

You mentioned
some disturbances?

- Yes.
- Banging on the walls,
knocking on the pipes?

Yes.
Taps turning on and off, that kind of thing?

Oh, day and night.

I mean the furnace
could account for some of
the banging if it actually went,

but the thing's
been busted for years.

It's colder in here.
You notice that?

Yeah. No, we tried
to get it going again,
but it's so old.

You just can't
get parts for it.

I'd say it's dropped
another four degrees,
at least.

We were supposed to get
one of those heat pumps.

But then they went
and cut the blimmen,
um, whatchamacallit.

How long have
you lived here?

Oh, about 20 years now.

- What do you know about
the previous owners?
- Oh, not much I'm afraid.

It was my ex-husband
who bought the place.

But the lady who was here
before us lived here
for quite some time.

We never dealt with her though.
She passed away.

- How did she die?
- Pardon?

- How did she die?
- Um. Oh, she was quite old,
I think.

Yeah. No, um,
she used to run a B&B.

Actually, I thought
about doing that myself
with the place at one time.

You were going
to run a B&B?

I have wanted to do other
things with my life besides
put up with your nonsense.

Who would want
a holiday in Bulford?

We live on
the Twin Coast Highway, Kylie.

Lots of tourists
drive through here.

Yeah,
at warp fucking speed.

So what I'd like
to do now, Miriam--

we'll kick this
operation off into phase two.

We'll start with a daisy chain
of EMF readers, microphones,
data loggers,

and then, if it's okay with you,
we'll set up some
closed-circuit surveillance,

see if we can't figure out
exactly what we're dealing with.

Oh. Well, I appreciate you
trying to help, Amos.

It's just-- I don't think
I can actually afford
to pay for all that.

Please, Miriam,
this is a pro bono gig.

It's the advancement
of paranormal research
that's reward enough.

Just be careful if you're
putting nails in that wall,
Amos,

'cause the last time Graeme
tried to put a shelf up in here,
he actually hit a power cable.

Thanks for the concern, Miriam,
but I always check the circuit's
off before an insta--

Oh. Shit.

Are you all right?

Did you hurt yourself?

Um. At some stage, uh,

you just might want
to get your wiring checked.

What are you
doing now?

Just getting
a baseline reading
for the data loggers.

- What are they supposed to log?
- Fluctuations in
room temperature.

Ghosts have a lower body
temperature than humans.

Do they?

Yeah, they do.

You know, the closed mind
is the worst defense against
the paranormal, Kylie.

What are you gonna do
against a hostile spirit?

- You just gonna crack jokes?
- No, I'm going to smash it
in the face.

You cannot
punch ectoplasm.

Nice. You know,nI can still see you.

I can hear you breathing.

The fuck did
you just say?

Stop tickling me.

I just wantnto be friends.

I could never do that
to my friend.

Could you give that
a shake, please, Miriam?

What about the cameras?
Checked the cameras remotely.

And?
And what?

Spend eight hours waiting
for a teddy bear to crawl
out of a fireplace.

It was pretty uneventful.
You think
I'm making this up.

Honestly, I don't know.

But unless I have reason
to think otherwise,
I have to remain skeptical.

Skeptical?
The other night you were
practically creaming your pants.

And you thought
it was all a big joke.
Interesting turn of events.

Hey. I've got better things
to do with my time than
make up ghost stories.

Sure you do.

Our brains are made up
of cells called neurons.

These cells have
nerve endings
called synapses.

Synapses release chemical
and electrical stimuli...

which communicate with
each other to form
neuropath ways.

- Now, if we--
- How long have you
been a counselor?

Oh. Um-- Gosh, uh,

15, uh, 16 years.

A few years of study
prior to that.

So you got,
like, a diploma?

A doctorate in
clinical psychology.

My mum thinks
this house is haunted.

And what do
you think?

Some things have happened
since I've been here.

Things I can't explain.

When you put
an overactive mind
in an inactive environment,

there's bound
to be complications.

Particularly, if chemical
substances are involved.

I'm not on drugs.

Well, the easiest way
to maintain a healthy mind...

is to make sure it
has plenty of exercise.

Now, look,
you can view the next
eight months as a punishment,

or you can see it
as-- as an opportunity.

Jesus Christ!
Graeme, what the fuck!

Sorry. I didn't mean
to frighten you.

What do you want?

I'm just wondering
if you're not
doing anything,

maybe you wouldn't mind
helping me with this.

Piss off.
I'm not your slave.

If you hold this piece,
I can put this piece on top.

Just need to hold it
in place until it sets.

How long
does that take?
Ten minutes.

Sorry I'm not much
of a conversationalist.

What?

Well, just,
we don't really talk.

It's fine.
Neither am I.

If you wanted to--
I don't though.

No.

It's just, um--

I suppose what I'm trying to say
is that I don't want you
to think...

I've got anything
against you or nothin'.

My old man was never
really there, you know.

My mum,
she wasn't much better.

I don't know.

I think maybe
I was the only reason
they stayed together probably.

And maybe they resented me
for that or something.
I don't know.

The thing is, I never talked
openly about things.

And you're the closest thing
to a daughter that I've got.

You don't feel
cramped in here?

Look at the state
of this fucking room.

No wonder
you've got asthma.
Angina.

If you cleared some shit
out of here, you could have
a half decent work space.

Your mum's a bit funny
about throwing things away.

Yeah 'cause you never know
when you're gonna need
a three-quarter scale Jesus.

Besides, if it means that much
to her, why does she keep it
in the basement?

Most of this stuff was here
when she bought the place.

Why didn't they just
take it with them?

Well, they left
in a bit of a hurry.

And most of this stuff
was probably donated.

Why would anyone donate
to a bed and breakfast?

Why would anyone donate
to a bed and breakfast, Graeme?

I think you better go
and talk to your mum.

Look, it wasn't
even my idea.
It was your father's.

He knew they'd
want rid of the place
as quickly as possible,

so he made them
a cash offer.

And he had some idea about
moving the place off-site and
restoring it somewhere else...

and then subdividing
the section off
to the neighbors or something.

Look, I don't remember
the details exactly, but
the way he explained it to me...

we would've got twice
what we paid for it.

You knew a girl was murdered
in my room and you still
let me live in it.

It wasn't an ideal situation,
but as I said, it was only
supposed to be short term.

Ideal?
She was stabbed 67 times
with a meat fork.

Listen, when you
start working and you have
to pay bills of your own,

we'll see how quick you are
to snub your nose at a bargain.

I can see why you never
open your mouth, Graeme.

Don't blame him.
He thought you'd told me.

- Why didn't you?
- Because you were
four years old.

And by the time
you were old enough
to know the truth,

you never wanted
to speak to me anyway.

Look, I'm sorry, Kylie.
Okay?

I guess I just thought...

what you didn't know
wouldn't hurt you.

"In what was considered
one of New Zealand's
most brutal murders,

Elizabeth Chalmers, or Lizzy
as she was more commonly known,

had been beaten, bitten...

and stabbed over 60 times
with a carving fork.

Police claimed to have
multiple suspects, but to date,
no arrests have been made.

After alleged reports of assault
against staff and an increase
in neighborhood crime,

this was the last in a long line
of unwanted controversies...

for the church-owned
and operated halfway house...

which was forced to finally
shut its doors...

on February 28, 1996."

I may have been a bit hasty
with my initial investigation.

If I had to make a bet,
I'd say this place
is crawling with NRE.

What?

Negative residual energy.

It's what happens
when a spirit--

I don't need to know the lingo.
I just need you
to get rid of it.

- Well, it's not that simple.
- Why did you say it was?

I didn't. All I said is
I could help you figure out
what we're dealing with.

And now we know.
A murdered girl
who needs our help.

So what are you suggesting?
A séance?

You wanna light some candles,
play pass the parcel
with a fucking dead girl?

I don't have time for that.

Kylie, as long as
you live in this house,
I'm not sure you have a choice.

The thing about
the justice system, Kylie,

is that they don't really like
to make special allowances.

I'm not asking them to change
the sentence. I'm just
asking for a transfer.

And in another three months,
once you've shown
some compliance,

maybe we can ask
the judge to reconsider.

Three months?
I could be dead by then.

- What we need
is some perspective.
- Would you shut up, Dennis?

I don't need a counseling
session. I just need
to get out of this house.

Look, Kylie, unless we can
prove that you're in danger
to yourself or someone else,

then you'll
to have to remain here
for the time being, okay?

Now, I won't be offended if
you don't eat any of these--

Miriam, with respect,

I'm worried about how these
superstitions might be
affecting Kylie's--

Oh, dear.

Oh, no. They've been
doing this all week.

Hold on.
I'll go and have a look
at the switchboard.

It's these old houses, you see.
It doesn't take much
to overload them.

Oh, God.
What have I done that for?

Do you need a hand, Miriam?

No, I've gotta try to turn
the light switch on and off.

Forgot that's
why I'm out here
in the first place. Hold on.

I'll have to do it by feel
'cause I can't see
what I'm doing.

Right.

- What does that one do?
- No.

Anything?

No.

Oh. That was it.

Was it?
The one you did before.

What was that?

Ah!

Jesus Christ!

Um, so from
what I understand,

you showed some
aggressive behavior
towards Mr. McRandle...

in the moments
leading up to the incident,
is that correct?

No.

Okay, so you didn't say,
"Shut the fuck up, Dennis.

I don't need
a counseling session.

I need to get out
of this house."

To which Mr. Hollis replied,

"Unless we can prove that
you're a danger to yourself
or someone else,

you will have
to remain in this house."

Now, this was in regards
to a request that you made
for a transfer.

Listen, I didn't
have anything
to do with this.

I wasn't even
in the room
at the time.

Okay, Can you just
stand over there, please?
What?

Can you just
stand over there
while we talk to your mum?

Anything you want
to tell us, Miriam?

Uh, I, uh--
I don't think there's
anything else to add.

It's all been a bit much,
to be honest.

So are you happy
to proceed with the story...

that Mr. McRandle
was attacked
by a vengeful ghost?

- Yes.
- Righto.

Look, I'm not overly
familiar with things of
the supernatural nature,

so I don't give
any advice on that.

You realize
I had to call
the probation office?

Good.
Get in the car.

- No.
- I'm not gonna ask again.

Oh, fuck off.
What can you do?

When are you gonna
stop acting like a baby...

and start thinking about
someone other than yourself?

What?

If you were
stabbed to death
and no one gave a shit,

how do you think you'd feel?

- Fucked off.
- Why do you think it's you
she chose to communicate with?

- I don't fuckin' know.
- Well, let me give you a hint.

You both feel like the world
owes you something. You're both
permanently pissed off.

And you're both
stuck up in that house.

Except her sentence
doesn't last eight months.
It lasts forever.

Unless someone's
willing to help her out.

It's not gonna
change anything.

Maybe she doesn't
expect it to.

Maybe she just
wants you to listen.

You know what, Lizzy?

If you've got something
to say to me, could you
just fucking say it?

- Hello, Mortar.

So you think this
was Elizabeth's?

How many 15-year-old girls
do you know with dentures?

I've got a theory
if you wanna hear it.
I reckon she was a thief.

I reckon she was ripping off
the neighbors, and one
of them got wise to it.

How?
It doesn't matter how.

The point is
he decides to take matters
into his own hands.

He sneaks into her room,
waits for her to come back.

When she opens the vent
to hide her stash,
his suspicion pays off.

How's this come into it?

The newspaper article
said she was bitten.

But I don't think
that was part of his plan.

I think he just got
caught up in the frenzy of it,

and he never would
have thought to take out
his dental plate first.

So he bites into her neck
like a fuckin' maniac.
His teeth fall down the vent.

But there's nothing
he could have done about it.

All he can do is make sure
nobody else ever finds it.
Why are you making that face?

I don't know.
It seems thin.

What about it seems thin?

For starters,
who kills someone
over a brooch?

It's not a brooch,
you fuckwit.
It's a Vacheron Constantin.

It's over a hundred years old,
and it still works, which means
it's worth a lot of money.

Whoever it belonged to
took it's disappearance
pretty personally.

So why did
he leave it behind?

I'm sorry, Amos.
Did you have some ideas?

Am I hogging the floor here?
Is there something you'd
like to bring to the table?

Don't get shitty.
I'm just being
devil's advocate.

No, you're undermining me,
and it's starting
to piss me off.

Obviously, he meant
to take it with him.

But after he'd just spent
a fortnight stabbing her,

he probably had
to make a quick exit.

His name is Mads Kraglund.

He's been in that house
since before we got here.

Mum's had to call
the council a bunch of times...

because of this rancid smell
that wafts over the fence.

Well, he's skinning possums.
That'll be the smell.

You know what else
causes a rancid smell?

Dead people.

Mum reckons that when one
of the other neighbors
confronted him about it,

Kraglund pulled
a gun on him.

Then when the cops
tried to sort it out,

she said they found a fridge
full of aborted fetuses.

Well, you know,
your mum's got
a penchant for gossip.

Maybe, but one thing
she doesn't have
is an imagination.

She couldn't make up
something like that.

All right, look,

I'll set up a camera
on the borderline.

If he gets up
to anything
out of the ordinary,

we'll know all about it.

Fuck that noise.
I say we break
in there tonight.

Kylie, I'm not losing
my job over this.

Not unless I've got
a reason to believe
that this guy's a killer.

If that dental plate matches,
this could all be over tomorrow.

I can't just break
into the guy's house.
Then let me do it.

No. You know
that's not possible.

You know,
you've got some nerve.

Two days ago
I was gonna walk.

You were the one
who made me give a shit.
Do you remember that speech?

Look, even if I
could convince them...

that there was a fault
with the modem,

the best I could get you
would be half an hour.
I know this guy's routine.

He doesn't get out of bed
before 2:00.

All I need to do is go in
and get it while he's asleep.
It'll take me three minutes.

Ah, fuck.

What are you doing?
Just in case we need
to break a window.

What? You never said anything
about breaking windows.

Well, I don't suppose
he's gonna leave a key
under the mat for us, is he?

Shh. Shh.

Hey, you should see
this guy's house.

Did you get
the dental plate?
I think he's got it with him.

Oh! Well, come on.
Let's go.

I might take a look around.

What?
Well, I'm not gonna
leave here empty-handed.

There's got
to be something else
we can pin on him.

Kylie.
Just wait there.
I'll be two seconds.

Kylie.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

- What's your problem?
- My leg!

- I think I should
go back in there.
- What?

I thought he sprung me,
but he's completely
whacked off his nut.

I saw the dental plate.
It's in a pile of newspapers--
Do you know what this is?

This is what happens
when a shitty idea
blows up in your face.

Except it doesn't blow up
in your face, Kylie.
It blows up in mine.

Now, please stop
pissing around
and help me.

Go.

I need a number
for Bucknell, Bulford.

Yes. Yeah. Lynfield Road.

Fifty fuckin' cents?

Kylie, it's Amos.
He's coming. He's got a gun.

- Shit. What do we do?
- I don't know.
Get out the house. Hide.

No.

Just browsing, are ya?

Give me
your home address.

Maybe I'll sniff
around your shit,
see how you like it.

I know what you did.

In relation to what?

The girl next door,
the one you murdered.

How did you come
by that estimation?
From a few old newspapers?

And this.

That hole in the door
was a nifty trick.

Can't say the same
about your powers
of deduction.

Before you go around
accusing people of shit,

you ought to get a handle
on some of the facts.

Would that be something
you'd agree with?

More or less.

Come.
I'll show you something.

The brooch belonged
to my son Eugene.

When I say he was my son,
he wasn't my son by blood
or any other legitimate means.

But I knew
his mother, Joanie.

And when I say I knew her,
we had a certain
professional arrangement.

You know?

Anyway, she showed up
at my place one day
with this young'un.

Skinny as a rake.

Huge black eyes.

Shivering half to death.

I didn't know
what they were running from,

but I knew that it
couldn't be good.

I told them they
could stay at my place
as long as they needed.

She didn't even
last the night.

Now, I'm no Joe Doakes myself,

but this kid
was really fucking strange.

He never said
more than three words,

ever looked you
in the eye...

and never ate
off a plate.

But he had a gift.
He loved mechanical stuff.

Didn't matter
whether it was a motor
or a circuit board.

He'd figure out a way
to make it go.

And me being a bloke
that had a lot of stuff
that needed fixing,

I thought, shit, maybe
this could work out.

Didn't matter whether it was
a car engine or a toastie oven,

he'd pull it apart
and reassemble it again
bit by bit,

sometimes adding
his own twist.

"Eugenized."
That's what
I used to call it.

I thought
it was pretty funny,

until one day
I caught him tearing
the limbs off a moggy...

to see if he could
put 'em on backwards.

I tried
to set him straight,
but it wouldn't stick.

The next time he strayed,
I did the only thing
I felt equipped to do.

Unfortunately,
I was coming off the back
of a three-day bender...

and I probably shouldn't
have used a tire chain.

I actually thought
I killed the little bastard.

Next morning I come back
to face up to my sins
and he was gone.

That was the last
I ever seen him.

How long ago was this?

About a year
before that young lady
was killed.

A year's a long time.
How do you know
he didn't leave town?

There's something else
you should know
about Eugene.

And this makes
his disappearance
a little hard to explain.

He wasn't a fan
of open spaces.

What do you mean?

Ten years
he never went outside.

Barely left the house.

Can I take a look
at his room?

Go for your life.

nWell, hello there.

You can record a message...

by pressing the green buttonnon my fanny pack.

I can still see you.

I tried to tellnmy mum about you.

I said, "Mum, there's a mannwho lives in the walls."

I would never do that
to my friend.

Not if you
tell me your name.

Not if you tell me
your name.

Eugene.

Jesus! Je--

Kylie!

Hello? Hello! Officer!

I thought you were
on house arrest.

- Officer, you need
to help me, please.
- Why? What's going on?

We have to go back
to my house.

You just left the house,
and now you wanna go back?
No, you don't understand.

My mum might
be back by now.
All right, all right.

First thing we need to do
is make a statement.

Now, what exactly
is this in relation to?

I was vacuuming the house,
and then I put the vacuum
back in the cupboard,

and I saw that
there was this recess
and it led to a secret room,

and there was
this guy in the walls,
and he's pale.

He's got black lips
and a bung eye,
and he's fucking crazy.

I swear to God,
he tried to kill me.
That's why I took off.

And then
I couldn't--
Hold on, hold on.

You're going too fast here.
Um-- Okay.

"Put vacuum cleaner...

back in cupboard."

And the rest is a blur.
What did you say?

Kylie!

Don't tell me to calm down!
Just listen to what
I'm telling you!

There is a man living
in the walls of my house,

and unless you do something,
he's gonna kill my mum!

Just call my house, please!

Please.

Yeah. Hi.
Can you put me through
to Probation Services?

God.

- Amos.
- Are you okay?

This is gonna sound insane.
I know. There's
a guy in the walls.

She's telling the truth.
We have to get back
to her place.

This is bullshit.

Look. You see that?

That hole leads
to a passageway
inside the walls.

This explains
everything.

There was never any ghost
or the noises.

The power bills,
the stolen food-- it was him.

Not that I'm trying
to pick holes,

but in the 15 years
a deranged killer
spends hiding in the attic,

you'd think
he'd want to do something
a little more heinous...

than steal food
from the pantry.

Maybe it was
just a bad dream.

It wasn't a dream.
Why can't you just
fucking look?

Kylie, we've searched
the entire house.
We haven't found anything.

Well, that's not
entirely true.

Kylie, it's
the drugs you haven't taken
that concern me the most.

What are you talking about?

A year ago
you were diagnosed
as bipolar.

Yeah, to get
on the sickness benefit.
Everyone does it.

Going off your medication
can be very dangerous.

Dennis, I think you'll find
my mental state
is pretty sound...

compared to
the maniac that's living
in our fucking walls!

- Now, just listen
for a moment--
- No, you listen. I'm not crazy.

But I will be
if you keep trying
to rationalize this.

All you need to do is
tear down that wall and you'll
see what I'm talking about.

- Well, we're not
going to do that.
- Okay, if you won't, I will.

Kylie, sit down.

Sit down.

I realize how difficult
this is for you.

But if you can just
imagine for a moment...

that the danger
you think you're in
may not be as real as it seems.

Are you familiar with the term
"dissociative identity
disorder?"

- Oh, get fucked.
- Just hear him out, Kylie.

- Do you ever lose
track of time?
- No, I don't.

- Do you sometimes
hear voices?
- This is ridiculous.

- What about your
menstruating patterns?
- I beg your pardon?

A hallmark
of the disorder in women...

is that each personality
has its own menstrual cycle.

This would mean
that your periods
are more frequent than usual.

Well, that explains a lot.

When an incident occurs
that we don't feel equipped
to deal with,

the mind has
the ability to generate
additional personalities.

Yeah, I understand
the mechanics of it, shithead.

I just don't understand
how this is any less retarded
than what I'm suggesting.

These hauntings,
the blackouts,
the voice on the tape--

it's all just
a coping device.

- To cope with what?
- This. Being back
in this house.

The thought of spending
the next seven months...

in the one place
you've spent your whole
life trying to escape.

You've staged
an elaborate hoax...

to give credence
to a delusion which
is starting to fall apart.

If it's a delusion,
how come I'm not
the only one that saw him?

Tell him.

It was years ago, Kylie.
I don't know what I saw.

Get off me!

Can I make a suggestion?

I think perhaps it's time
we transferred Kylie
to the clinic.

She'd be under
24-hour supervision.

We'd have
a much better chance...

of knowing if she stops
taking her medication.

Perhaps that
would be for the best.

We have to try
and present this in a way...

that she feels
like it's her decision.

All right, I'll leave
Grayson here with you...

in case she relapses.

Oh.

Lovely.

Well, if there's
anything to be learned
from the situation, Kylie,

you need to be around
people your own age.

Oh! Oh!
Oh, excuse me.

And don't forget,
within a few months,

we can look at applying
for approved absences.

You won't feel
quite so shut out
from the outside world.

Of course friends and family
can come and visit
any time as well.

The facilities themselves,
they really are top-notch.

The place is fully equipped
with a rumpus room,
badminton court.

There's even a Flying Fox.
It's dreadfully good fun.

But the whole purpose
of Tiaki Wairua...

is to promote
a sense of independence.

So, what do you think?

Would it be okay?

Yeah, I think
it sounds great.

Wonderful.

Mum, can I talk to you
in private for a sec?
What about?

Women's stuff.

The only person Eugene ever
tried to harm was Dennis.
Why do you think that is?

I beg your pardon?
Mum, he has
a dental plate.

Well, lots of people
have dental plates.

What if he
was a counselor
at Sunshine Grove?

If Eugene was hiding in
the walls when Lizzy was killed,
he would've seen him do it.

Do you see what this means?
He wasn't trying to scare us.
He was trying to warn us.

Kylie, we've been
through this before.
It's all in your head.

That's what
he wants us to think.

You're basing this
on the fact that he's got
one of his teeth missing?

I can prove it.
I just need you to keep him
in that room...

within eyeshot of the cop
until I get back.

How am I supposed to do that?
Just do
what you do best.

Miriam, do you mind if I--

So you live out
at Shepherd Heights,
do you, Dennis?

Uh, yes, yes,
that's right.

Well, it's nice up there.

Graeme and I
sometimes go to Sammy's
on a Wednesday night...

for the
all-you-can-eat buffet.

It's good value, isn't it?
You must go there
all the time, do you?

No, not--
not really.

No, no. No, you wouldn't.

That's the thing
about buffets.
It's all the young kids.

Sure, it's a great place
to throw birthday parties,

but I wouldn't want your
six-year-old's fist in my
crème brûlée, thanks very much.

I said, "Go-Ann,
how many sick days
have you got left?"

She said, "I don't know.
What is sick day?"
This is what she said.

She's a wee Chinese girl.
You know what they're like.

I said,
"Your husband's lost
the use of both his legs.

You're entitled
to a bloody sick day."
"Oh, I not sure."

Poor thing.
She didn't understand.
Miriam, look, I'm sorry. I--

Maybe it's a cultural thing.
I don't know.
But they're good wee workers.

Miriam!

I need to use
the bathroom, please.

What are you doing?
Where is he?

He said he had
to go to the toilet.

I told you not
to let him out of your sight.

Well, if a man's got to go,
he's got to go, doesn't he?

There's not anything
I can do about it,
is there?

Where's the cop?

I guess he had
to go as well.

Officer Grayson?

Now, hang on a minute, Kylie.
Shouldn't we discuss this first?

You can't accuse somebody
of murder over a cup of tea
and a biscuit, Mum.

It doesn't work like that.

But do you really think
waving a knife around
is gonna do us any favors?

I don't know.
Let's see how it plays out.

Looking
for something?

I was just using
the bathroom.

What's wrong
with the one downstairs?

I was hoping to be discreet.

How did you know
we had a bathroom
up here?

- What's all this about?
- We were just wondering...

if maybe you worked here.
Could you let me
ask the questions?

Well, you're taking
long enough.

A year before
Elizabeth Chalmers
was killed...

you came here
on work experience.

First day on the job
you get the shit kicked out
of you by a 15-year-old girl.

That can't have
been fun.

Worst part is
you didn't even
get paid for it.

Miriam, I think
your daughter's
a little confused.

No. No. I'm the one
that's confused.

But I'm starting
to get my head around it.

Jesus, Kylie,
he's got a bloody
corkscrew in his neck.

What are you doing?

Unless you can find
anything else we can use
to defend ourselves,

I'm afraid this
is all we've got.

Now, would you please
come give me a hand?

Have you got
any scissors?
What for?

If I can break the strap,
it'll send out a tamper signal.

Well--
Oh, yeah, okay.

Go! Go! Go!

Move your fat ass!

I can't help it, Kylie.
I'm bottom heavy, all right?

Amos. Thank God.

I got a tamper signal.
What happened to your face?

It seems I've made
a terrible mistake.

She was telling the truth.
It was Eugene.

He's killed
Officer Grayson...

and he's taken
Kylie and Miriam,

and I-I can't
find them anywhere.

Oh, God,
I'm such a fool.

Oh!

What's that?

It'll pick up
Kylie's signal.

Here, you call the police.

Amos!

Amos, it's Dennis!

Did you hear that?

I need something
to wedge this open with.

Nah, it's too thin.

Give me
something heavy.

Fuck.

What do you say?
What?

Be nice to the man.
Say thank you.

Whose do you think
this is?

I only take
the little things.

But I always
give 'em back.

You're okay, sweetheart?

Do you need
some help?
I'm fine.

You're as pale as a sheet.
You should drink some water.

What? What is it?

I don't know,
but it's not
fucking water.

Is this funny,
is it, mate?

You seem to find
this whole situation
quite amusing.

Kylie, don't.

Two people are dead.

My leg's been split open
like a fucking bagel,

and this bottom-feeding
little pissant
thinks it's hysterical.

He saw what happened
to Elizabeth.

You never tried to stop it.
You never called for help.
You just sat there and watched.

He doesn't
mean us any harm.

- That doesn't change the fact
that he's a gutless maggot.
- Kylie!

- What?
- You're always antagonizing
people. Just stop it.

I'm antagonizing?

We wouldn't
even be in this shit
if it wasn't for him.

You can't blame him.
Why not?

'Cause he's not right
in the head obviously.

It's not gonna
do us any good
to upset him.

Oh, am I
upsetting you, Eugene?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize--

This me?

- It's good.
- I've got other ones.

That's you
in the bathtub.

Is there
gonna be more
of these pictures?

No.

That's you
on the first day of school.

That's you
when you got expelled.

That's you stealing Amarula
from the liquor cabinet.

That's you being sick...

from drinking
too much Amarula.

That's you punching
your mum in the face
after she told you off.

That's you not feeling
very good about it.

That's you
the day you went away.

And that's us waiting
for you to come back.

Who's this one?

Is this Lizzy?

Why didn't you
tell somebody?

I thought
they'd take me away.

I thought
they'd think I did it.

I was only small, Kylie.

I was only a kid.

You have to help us,
Eugene. Please.

I know a place
we can hide.

Eugene--

Oh!

Now, see, this is
a perfect example
of what happens...

when we don't discuss
our problems openly.

Is this how you work
through your problems,
Dennis?

I don't need you to tell me
what I did was wrong.

And I'm not trying
to make excuses.

But anyone who says
there's no such thing
as a bad egg...

obviously hasn't worked
in social services.

All I ever wanted to do
was help people.

But you've got no idea
what it's like to try
and help someone...

when all they want to do
is throw it back
in your face.

Fuckin' hell.

What shall I say?

There's been a murder?
Attempted murder?

Look, do you want
to talk to them?
Why don't you just say--

Just say something's come up
and you'll have
to phone them back.

Oh--

All right, there she is,
looking very excited.

And here's Amos
with the special--

Oh. Is that all you do?

You just cut it off
with a pair of scissors?
Yep.

Oh. And then
what do you do with it?

Just chuck it
in the rubbish.

Or we can keep it
as a souvenir.

Did you hear that, Graeme?
Eh?

Amos was just
saying to Kylie--
Oh, don't worry.

Okay, here we go.

Oh, hold on.

Why has it done that?

What?

It's just turned itself off.

It can't just
turn off by itself.
You must've press something.

No, I didn't.
I didn't press anything.

Is the battery flat?

Well, it shouldn't be.
It's been on the charger
all night.

Eugene!

♪ God, it's black
in the complex ♪

♪ Strange shapes
in the doorway ♪

N♪ The scene was black ♪

N♪ The screen was still ♪

N♪ An ancient instinct
Hair still burning ♪

♪ So when I start to scream ♪

N♪ I'm really calling to you ♪

N♪ And I don't want
your skull ♪

N♪ I'm really bleeding for you ♪

♪ Oh, good-bye, angel ♪

N♪ Yes, there's blood
in my eyes ♪

N♪ Don't talk ♪

N♪ I've been good ♪

N♪ You always said I was ♪

N♪ Yes, I've ♪

N♪ And I've tried, angel ♪

N♪ There's nothing to fear ♪

N♪ Don't talk ♪

N♪ It's hard when you're alone
to be anything more ♪

♪ When you don't got a clue ♪

♪ Oh, yeah
Good-bye, angel ♪

♪ Yes, there's blood
in my eyes ♪

N♪ Don't talk ♪

N♪ I've been good ♪

N♪ You always said I was ♪

N♪ Yes, I've ♪

N♪ I've tried, angel ♪

N♪ There's nothing to fear ♪

N♪ Don't talk ♪

N♪ It's hard to die ♪

N♪ Though you've
chosen the dark ♪

N♪ To a new life ♪

♪ Good-bye, angel ♪

N♪ Don't you lose
your head there ♪

N♪ The book
may soon be read, no ♪

♪ Don't do anything bad ♪

N♪ Good-bye, angel
It's your heart ♪♪