a brand new set of tools.
Do I look like an idiot, Mr Peterson?
No.
Do you take me for an imbecile?
No.
You may have fooled the others,
Mr Peterson...
but you don't fool me.
Uh, I fooled the others?
- But you don't fool me.
- I don't?
No, you don't.
Am I missing something, Doctor?
Come now, Mr Peterson.
You were in my basement.
Surely, you looked in the furnace.
I saw your furnace, Doctor...
but I figured a man's furnace
is his own business.
You saw one of my skulls, didn't you?
Oh, yes. I know you did.
It belonged to a neighbour of yours.
The name was Knapp.
We took the house from them.
I offered to buy it,
but you know how old people are.
They grow so attached to things.
Uh, you know, Dr Klopek,
I think I forgot my wallet.
I let you keep the femur.
Now, now, I want my skull.
Or, perhaps, I might just take yours.
Hans.
Uh, hey!
Hey, the pizza dude!
Yeah! Way to go!
Far out.
Citizen's arrest!
Citizen's arrest!
I, Ray Peterson, am placing you
under citizen's arrest...
for my attempted murder!
The man doesn't know
what he's talking about.
- Citizen's arrest. Citizen's arrest.
- Oh, Ray.
Don't start with me, Carol. The man
confessed. They murdered the Knapps.
- He's demented.
- Hey, Sherlock.
Get the Klopeks to tell you
where they buried the stiffs.
 You don't have a stiff.
You don't have any evidence.
You do now.
This your vehicle, Dr Klopek?
Let's go, Doc.
Hey! Pinocchio!
Where are you going?
Gotcha!
Don't you make a move, sonny.
I was 18 months in the bush,
and I can snap your neck in a heartbeat.
I think the message
to psychos, fanatics, murderers...
nutcases all over the worid
is, uh...
do not mess with suburbanites because,
uh, we're not gonna take it any more.
We're not gonna be content
to look after our lawns...
and wax our cars, paint our houses.
We're out to get 'em, Don.
We are out to get them.
- Hello.
- Hi.
So, what are you gonna do now?
I'm gonna pack a bag
and go up to the lake.
We got 'em, neighbour.
- Get away from him.
- Hey, you guys.
You wanna go down to Bowl-O-Rama
for a beer or something?
Man, that was an incredible choke hold
you put on me, pal. The guy's a brute.
How's that finger?
Is it okay?
Where are you guys going?
Where you going?
I'm going on vacation.
"Vacation"?
What, are you crazy?
This is a major media event here.
Geraldo Rivera's coming, and he's gonna
excavate the basement of the Klopeks!
It's gonna be broadcast
on satellite all over the worid, live!
Art!
Your wife's home.
- And your house is on fire!
- Art, where are you?
My wife is home!
Mr Peterson, where you going?
It's just starting to get good.
I'm going away for a while, Ricky.
I want you to keep an eye
on the neighbourhood for me.
You betcha, Mr Peterson.
No problem.
God, I love this street.