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- Take your time, Justin.
- I'm fucking trying.

Fuck!

If it pleases Your Honor,
as Miss Bucknell's crime

has been fueled by ongoing
methamphetamine and alcohol abuse,

the report does recommend
ongoing treatment at Tiaki Wairua.

This... It's a new facility. It offers
courses in anger management,

substance abuse, social disorders.

They also teach basic job skills and
life skills like cooking, cleaning,

- 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...

Yes.

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

No, you wouldn't read about it.

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."

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. How are ya?

Yes, thanks, Andrew.
I was actually listening before,

and you had a lady talking about
ghosts and supernatural things.

Oh, right. Yes, yes. We weren't
talking about cognitive bias,

which is where the brain deviates
from logical thought into fallacy.

It explains why people allow themselves to
interpret everyday things as paranormal.

I just think she didn't know
what she was talking about,

because I've had things happen to me
like that, and it has got nothing to do

- with a deviation in the brain.
- Okay, what sort of things?

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

we've had all sorts
of stuff going on.

We've heard noises in
the middle of the night.

We've had things moving
about by themselves.

We've had, fluctuations
in the power bills.

Now, I'm not sure that qualifies
as bulletproof evidence.

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

And they do that on purpose so that you
don't know if you're imagining it or not.

- Yeah, well.
- Having said all that,

there was one incident in particular that
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt,

took place in the real world
and not in my imagination.

There was one this night,
and I was in the basement

getting a chicken out of the freezer.

I was just bending over and
getting it out, and all of a sudden,

I got what I can only describe
as an enormous sense of dread.

Like, every hair on my
body was standing upright.

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

- God, you must have been petrified.
- Yes. I was out of there like a shot.

It took me two months to work up the
nerve to go back down there again.

So can you describe
what it looked like?

W... It happened very,
very quickly. But,

Oh, gosh, what was it like?

It was sort of like a
white sheet or something,

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

But look, I've never seen it since,
and I hope I never do. Touch wood.

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

Yes, well, I'm not sure I do either Miriam,
but thank 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 just
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.

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 down
from my great-grandfather.

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

back in 1914, when he received this
watch, and 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 of the
complications of this watch.

You let the fire go out.

...the front of the watch has the hour
and minute hand and 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 close to a quarter million dollars.

- No.
- Yes.

That was your watch,
and to the police,

that 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 right to 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.

No need to spend countless
hours at the gym.

- Tapout will even show you how to eat.
- Oh, that's good, isn't it?

And it's not a lot of time
each day to get results.

So, Lou, come on.
What's your favorite move?

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Left jab. Right jab.

Left hook. Right upper.
Left, right, left. Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
Finish it with a kick! Are you ready?

- Bang!
- Missed the last bit, but never mind.

If you're serious about losing
weight, then this is for you.

If you want a Tapout body, you have
to come and get it. Come on. Boom!

Hello, Mortar.

Hello, Mortar.

Hello, Mortar.

Hello, 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,

but 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.

Looks like he's taken off already.

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?

- 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 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?

Do you honestly think
somebody'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?

- 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, whatchamacallit.

- How long have you lived here?
- Oh, about 20 years now.

What do you know about
the previous owners?

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?
- Oh, she was quite old, I think.

Yeah. No, 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 installa...

Oh. Shit.

Are you all right?

Did you hurt yourself?

At some stage... 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, I can still see you.

I can hear you breathing.

The fuck did you just say?

Stop tickling me.

I just want to 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. Gosh... 15, 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...

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 already 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?

Jesus Christ!

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.

- 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?

I... 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's 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.

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?

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.

- 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,

never 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.

Well, hello there.

You can record a message by pressing
the green button on my fanny pack.

I can still see you.

I tried to tell my mum about you.

I said, "Mum, there's a man
who 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 and that's why I took off.

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

You're going too fast here. 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 explanis 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 then 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.

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.

So you're basing all 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?
- 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'm 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.

- 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...

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.

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!