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