it, right? Before everything went off, you had to have found it. You got a lawsuit on your hands, mister. Oh, God, what's this? Your attention, please. Please stay behind the barricade. You want to step back, please? - That's my house. - Sorry, I've got to get the all clear from the gas company. - I can clear this. She lives here. - Did I ask you? Miss, you wanna come back here, please? Excuse me, pal. Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough. Hey! - Oh, honey, what have they done to you? - You cut your hair. I like it. I'm telling you, Officer, there's a body buried in that house. - Mr Seznick, right? - Yeah, the old guy who's sitting here... - is buried in that house, Sherlock. - Watch it. Where was he anyway? Mr Seznick was at the hospital 'til 8:00 this evening. Monday night he had some heart palpitations. He called his daughter and son-in-law, and they took him to the hospital. What about the wig? They found a wig in this house. - His wig. - The Klopeks were picking up his mail. The doctor somehow got that wig mixed up with the newspapers and letters. "Doctor"? You don't believe that this guy's a real doctor, do you? Yes, I do believe he's a doctor. In fact, he's a very well-respected pathologist, my friend. I'd say that you are damn lucky you didn't kill him in that blast. Oh, yeah, I thank my lucky stars. - Take care of this nitwit. - Sorry about your car, man. Destruction of private property. Destruction of public property. Three counts of criminal trespassing. Harassment, assault, vandalism. And that poor old man claims he's got a ransom note... that says you kidnapped his dog! Do you hear me okay, Mr Peterson? I really do like your hair, honey. You know, this doesn't change a thing. They may think it does. They may think they're off the hook, but they're not. No, they're not. Are they, Ray? Go ahead, tell 'em. We got the goods on 'em, don't we? Someday they're gonna dig up the back of that yard... and they're gonna find the rest of that skeleton to go with that femur. - It might not be Walter, but... - Shut up, Art! Shut up! God, you don't know when to quit, do you? Look at me! I'm a shell of a man because of you, Art. - Now, now... - Soldiers! You leave 'em alone! Get off their case already! They didn't do anything to us. They didn't do anything to us! All right, so they're different! So they keep to themselves! Can you blame them? They live next door to people who break into their house... and burn it down while they're gone for the day. Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs? People like Skip? People who mow their lawn for the 800th time and then snap? Well, that's us! It's not them! That's us! We're the ones vaulting over fences and peeking in through people's windows! We're the ones throwing garbage in the street and lighting fires! We're the ones who are acting suspicious and paranoid, Art! We're the lunatics! Us! It's not them! It's us. I don't know what to say. What, do you want me to move? - I'm gonna kill him! - You're crazy! - Back off! - Stop it! Stop it! - Ow! Ow! Ow! - Break it up! - Stop it! Stop it! - I don't care! I've been blown up! Take me to the hospital! Take me to a hospital. I'm sick. My eye hurts. Honey? I'll just... find out what hospital they're taking you to... and then I'll... follow right along. - Okay? - Okay, honey. - You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine, Carol. Okay, hepcats, get off my car! - Get off my car! - Dude, you should hang out a little bit. - This goes for you! - We've got the pizza dude coming. You imbecile! You sub-moron, you! Who's that? Oh, Dr Klopek, I'm so sorry. You know, Dr Klopek, when I get out of prison... I'm gonna help you rebuild your house. I'll even do some of the work myself. I have the tools. Carol's father just gave me
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