Housebound Page #4

- 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 f*** 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, f*** 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 sh*t, how do you think you'd feel?

F***ed off.

Why do you think it's you she

chose to communicate with?

I don't f***in' 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 f***ing 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 f***in' 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.

F*** 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 sh*t. 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.

F***.

- 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

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