Housebound (2014) - full transcript

Kylie Bucknell is forced to return to the house she grew up in when the court places her on home detention. Her punishment is made all the more unbearable by the fact she has to live there with her mother Miriam - a well-intentioned blabbermouth who's convinced that the house is haunted. Kylie dismisses Miriam's superstitions as nothing more than a distraction from a life occupied by boiled vegetables & small-town gossip. However, when she too becomes privy to unsettling whispers & strange bumps in the night, she begins to wonder whether she's inherited her overactive imagination, or if the house is in fact possessed by a hostile spirit who's less than happy about the new living arrangement. - stop by if you're interested in the nutritional composition of food
Housebound 2014
English Subtitles

[ Scraping ]

[ Tape Peeling ]

[ Pounding ]

Take your time, Justin.

I'm fucking trying.

[ Grunts ]

[ Crowbar Clatters ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

[ Alarm Continues ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Engine Stalls ]

[ Engine Revs ]

[ Tires Squealing ]


[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Man ] 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.

Uh, this-It's a new facility.

It offers courses in
anger management...

um, substance abuse,
social disorders.

They also teach basic job
skills and life skills...

like cooking, cleaning,
uh, budgeting.

[ Judge ] 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.

[ Parking Brake Clicks ]

Do you want a few minutes
before we come in?

- [ Loud Thud ]
- [Glass Breaking ]

[ Door Opens ]

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.

[ Beeping ]


[Woman ] 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.
- [Woman ] 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...

no shoes on their feet.

Half of them have got kids with them.
No shoes on their feet either.


[ Woman ] Welcome to the
prepaid top-up menu.

- To -
- [ Beeps]

[ Coughing ]

[ Woman ] Mmm. Yes.

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

No, you wouldn't read about it.

Mmm. Mmm.

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.

[ Man On TV Announcing,

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.”

- [ Announcer Continues ]
- [ Chuckles ]

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.

- [ Door Unlocking ]
- [ Man On Radio Speaking, Indistinct ]

[ Door Closes ] - [ Man On Radio ]
both locally and internationally...

and safe to clean any exterior
surface around your home.

See what our customers
say, or purchase.

Or phone 0800-30-3000.

[ Man ] And now, Andrew Dickens.

Call 0800-8010-80...

on Newstalk ZB.

[ Dickens ] It's open line
talk back with Andrew Dickens.

Good evening,
Miriam. How are ya?

[ Miriam ] Yes, um,
thanks, Andrew.

I was actually
listening before...

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

[ Dickens] Oh, right. Yes, yes. Uh, we
were 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.

[ Miriam ] 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.

[ Dickens ] Okay,
what sort of things?

[ Miriam ] 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, uh, fluctuations
in the power bills.

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

[ Miriam ] 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.

- [ Dickens] Yeah, well.
- [ Miriam ] Having said ail 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.

[ Dickens ] Okay.

[ Miriam ] 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...

ano' all of a sudden, I got what I can only
describe as an enormous sense of dreao'.

Like, every hair on my
body was standing upright.

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

[ Dickens ] God, you must
have been petrified.

[ Miriam ] 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.

[ Dickens ] So can you
describe what it looked like?

Uh, w-It happened very,
very quickly. But, um-

Oh, gosh, what
was it like? Uh-

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.

[ Dickens ] Yes, well, I'm not sure I do either,
Miriam, but thank you so much for your call.

- Open line-
- [ Door Opens ]

[ Kylie ] Finished
with the phone?

Psychic hotline's just opened.
Maybe you wanna give them a call.

White sheet. That's original.

[ Zipping ]

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 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.

[ Zipping ] - 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.

[ Footsteps Retreating ]

- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Faucet Squeaks ]

[ Spits ]

[ Urinating ]

[ Urinating Continues ]

[ Urinating Stops ]

[ Bell Dinging ]

[ Urinating Resumes ]

- [Voice] Mm-Mm.
- [ Urinating Stops]

[ Floorboards Creak ]

[ Floorboards Creaking ]

[ Creaking Continues ]

[ Creaking Stops ]

[ Urinating ]

- [ Knocking ]
- [ Miriam ] Kylie.

[ Knocking ]

Kylie, it's half past 11:00.

- Oh, no. I'm gonna be late.
- What for?


[ Whirring ]

[ Dial-up Tone ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Dial-up Continues ]

[ Electrical Pop ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Rumbling Continues ]

[ Rumbling Stops ]

[ Footsteps Receding ]

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?


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.

[ Man On TV ] 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.
- [ Grunts ]

[ Man # 2 ] 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.

[ Fly Buzzing ]

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?

- [ Door Closes ]
- 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 Roma and
find out who he's working for.

I'm the detective.



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.

You 're gonna write this
to the Globe. Now, listen.

Kylie, please.

What's important? Who are you?

How did you get in here?

[ TV Volume Increases ]

Exactly at 9:30?

[ Distorted ] You have
no right to take him.

Oh, for God's sake.

I can't even hear it.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Woman On TV ] How
long is the workout?

[ Woman #2 ] 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.

[ Woman # 1 ] 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?

- [ Lou ] Are you ready?
- [ Woman ] Yeah.

[ Lou ] 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!

[ Woman ] Missed the last
bit, but never mind.

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

[ Continues, indistinct]

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring Continues]

[ Powering Down ]

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

[Cats Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

- [ Ringing ]
- [ Digital Voice ] Hello, Mortar.

♫ [ Toy Playing Techno ]

[ Clatters ]

♫ [ Continues ]

- [ Ringing ]
- Hello, Mortar.

♫ [ Continues ]

- Hello, Mortar.
- ♫ [ Techno, Louder ]

- [ Ringing]
- Hello, Mortar.

♫'[ Techno]

♫ [ Ends ]

[ Rustling ]

[ Clattering ]


[ Beep ]

[ Beep ]

[ Gasps, Yells 1

[ Whimpers ]

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.
- Mum.

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. - [ Clattering ]

[Clattering Continues]

- [ Whispers ] Where's Graeme?
- [ Muffled ] He's on the night shift.

[ Whispers ] He's on
the night shift.

[ Whispers ] I can't stay like
this for long, Kylie. My knees.

[ Floorboards Creaking ]

That was a gift from your Uncle
Melvin. It's genuine Cameroon.

Good, then it won't break.

[ Floorboards Creaking ]

[ Man ] ls 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.


I live in the neighborhood.


Looks like he's
taken off already.

Um. 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. - [ Snickers ]

- [ Man ] How come your bracelet went off?
- Why are you asking me?

- Why don't you tell him what you really saw, Kylie?
- 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.


Obviously, my daughter and I have a
difference of opinion on the matter.

But based on personal

I have what I feel...

is some reason to believe
that the house...

could, in fact, be...

you know...



This is the record l.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?

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Clicks 1

[ Ambient Noise ]

[ Amos ] To the restless spirit that lives
in this house, what is your business here?

Did you leave this world
not of your own flee will?

Is there anyone here today you
want to communicate with?

[ Kylie ] Do you honestly
think somebody's gonna-

[ Clicks ]

I'll run that through a
filter when I get home.

You mentioned some disturbances?

- Yes.
- Banging on the walls, knocking on the pipes?

- [ Miriam ] Yes.
- 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, um, whatchamacallit.

How long have you lived here?

[ Miriam ] Oh, about
20 years now.

- What do you know about the previous owners?
- Oh, 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?
- Um. Oh, she was quite old, I think.

Yeah. No, um, 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 insta-


Oh. Shit.

Are you all right?

Did you hurt yourself?

Um. At some stage, uh...

you just might want to
get your wiring checked.

[ Beeping ]

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.

[ Beeping ]

[ Thunder Rumbles ]

[ Distorted Whisper] Nice. You
know, I can still see you.

I can hear you breathing.

The fuck did you just say?

- [ Indistinct ]
- [ Grunts ]

Stop tickling me.

[ Laughing, Distorted]

I just want to be friends.

I could never do
that to my friend.

[ Whimpering ]

[ Laughing, Distorted ]

[ Powering Down ]

[ Whirring ]

Could you give that a
shake, please, Miriam?

- [ Kylie ] 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.

- [ Engine Starts ]
- 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 neural pathways.

Now, if we... How long
have you been a counselor?

Oh. Um-Gosh, uh...

15, uh, 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.

[ Clears Throat ] 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.

[ Creaking ]

[ Power Tools Whirring ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Tapping ]

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.


Well, just, we
don't really talk.

It's fine. Neither am I.

- If you wanted to-
- I don't though.


It's just, um-

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 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.


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
a 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-

- [ Pop ]
- [ Hollis ] Oh, dear.

[ Miriam ] 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.

- [ Clicks ]
- Oh, God. What have I done that for?

[ Hollis ] 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.
- [ Click ]

- What does that one do?
- [ Hollis ] No.

- [ Click ]
- Anything?

[ Hollis, Dennis ] No.

[ Click ]

- [ Click ]
- [ Dennis ] Oh. That was it.

- [ Miriam ] Was it?
- The one you did before.

- [ Child Murmuring, Falling ]
- [ Hollis ] What was that?

- [ Loud Thud ]
- Ah!

- [ Miriam ] Jesus Christ!
- [ Man Screams ]

- [ Clattering ]
- [ Thud ]

Um, so from what I understand...

you showed some aggressive
behavior towards Mr. McRandle...

in the moments leading up to
the incident, is that correct?


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.

- Okay, 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?

Uh, I, uh-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.

[ Man ] 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?

- [ Gasps ]
- When are you gonna stop acting like a baby...

and start thinking about
someone other than yourself?


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.

[ Door Opens ]

You know what, Lizzy?

If you've got something to say to
me, could you just fucking say it?

[ Floorboards Creaking ]

[ Pipes Banging ]

[ Pop ]

- [ Ringing]
- Hello, Mortar.

♫ [ Toy Playing Techno ]

[ Rustling, Banging ]

[Amos ] 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 its
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? Ls there
something you'd like to bring to the table?

Don't get shitty. I'm just
playing 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.

[ Kylie ] His name
is 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.

Ah, 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?

Shh. Shh.

[ Lock Clicks ]

[ Clatters ]

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.


[ Rustling ]

[Creaking ]

- [ Clicking ]
- Aah!

[ Footsteps Running ]

[ Trap Snapping ]
- Aah! Aah!

- [ Groans ]
- [ Chain Rattling ]

- What's your problem?
- My leg!

[ Groans ]

- 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.

[ Grunts ]


[ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Amos ] I need a number
for Bucknell, Bulford.

Yes. Yeah. Lynfield Road.

Fifty fuckin' cents?

[ Phone Rings ]

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.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Handset Settles In Cradle ]

[ Panting ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Footsteps ]

- [ Door Opens ]
- [ Whimpers ]

[ Whimpering ]


[ Monitor Beeping ]

[ Flushing ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Monitor Beeping ]

[ Engine Whirring ]

[ Exhales]

[ Whirring ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys Jangling ]

[ Kraglund ] 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.

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Grunts 1

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Voice ] Well, hello there.

You can record a message...

by pressing the green
button on my fanny pack.

[ Young Kylie ] I
can still see you.

[ Giggling ]

I tried to tel!
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.

[ Tape Rewinding ]

Not if you tell me your name.

[ Man ] Eugene.

[ Gas-PS ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Whimpering Stops ]

[ Panting ]

[ Panting Stops]

[ Screams ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Screams ] Jesus! Je-

- [ Electrical Zapping ]
- [ Engine Starts ]


[ Click ]

Hello? Hello! Officer!

[ Ringing ]

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. That's why I took off.

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

You're going too
fast here. Um-Okay.

Put vacuum cleaner...

[ Typing ]

back in cupboard.”

And the rest is a blur.
What did you say?


[ Door Squeaking ]

[ Light Switch Clicks ]

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!


Yeah. Hi. Can you put me
through to Probation Services?

[ Groans ] 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.

[ Thud ]

♫ ' [ Doorbell Chiming ]

♫ [ Chiming ]

[ Panting ] This is bullshit.

Look. You see that?

That hole leads to a
passageway inside the walls.

This explains 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.

[ Dennis ] Kylie, it's the drugs you
haven't taken that concern me the most.

[ Kylie ] 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, 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!

[ Dennis ] 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.

- [ Page Turns ]
- [ Whistles ]



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.

[ Slurping ]

So, what do you think?

Would it be okay?

Yeah, I think it sounds great.


- Mum, can I talk to you in private for a sec?
- What about?

Woman'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.

You're basing 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 eye-shot 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?

Uh, 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 creme Braille, 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 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!
- [ Sputters ]

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?

[ Door Squeaking ]

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.

[ Toilet Flushing ]

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.

[ Screams ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Miriam Screams]

[ Lock Clicks ]

[ Miriam Screams]

Jesus, Kylie, he's got a
bloody corkscrew in his neck.

[ Electrical Whirring ]

[ Screams ]

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?

[ Whirring Stops ]

[ Clicking ]

- Have you got any scissors?
- What for?

If I can break the strap, it'll
send out a tamper signal.

Well-Oh, yeah, okay.

- [ Screams ]
- [ Screams ]

Go! Go! Go!

Move your fat ass!

I can't help it, Kylie. I'm
bottom heavy, all right?

[ Yelling ]

[ spraying ]

[ Yelling ]

[ Banging ]

♫ [ Chiming ]

[ Knocking ]

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-l can't find
them anywhere.

Oh, God, I'm such a fool.


- [ Beeping ]
- What's that?

It'll pick up Kylie's signal.

Here, you call the police.


Amos, it's Dennis!

Did you hear that?

I need something to
wedge this open with.

[ Scraping ]

- Nah, it's too thin.
- [ Knife Clatters]

Give me something heavy.

[ Beeping ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Electrical Humming ]

Fuck. [ Groans ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

- [ Miriam ] What do you say?
- What?

Be nice to the man.
Say thank you.

Whose do you think this is?

[ Eugene] I only take
the little things.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

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.

- [ Groans ]
- What? What is it?

I don't know, but it's
not fucking water.

[ Snickering ]

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.

- [ Thunder Rumbling ]
- 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-

- [ Thunder Rumbling ]
- [ Headphones. Voices, Faint ]

This me?

- It's good.
- I've got other ones.

That's you in the bathtub.

Is there gonna be more
of these pictures?


- [ Thunder Rumbling ]
- 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.

[ Sniffles ]

Who's this one?

Is this Lizzy?

[ Voices Stop ]

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.

[ Beep]

- [ Thunder Rumbling ]
- [ Beep 1

You have to help us,
Eugene. Please.

- [ Beep]
- I know a place we can hide.

[ Beep ]

[ Beep ]

- [ Beep]
- Eugene-

[ Liquid Dripping ]



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.

[Yells 1

[Whimpers, Screams ]

[Yells 1

[ Beeping ]

[Yells 1

Fuckin' hell.

[ Grunts 1

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.


[ Miriam ] All right, there
she is, looking very excited.

And here's Amos
with the special-

Oh. Ls 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.

- [ Miriam Chuckles ] Did you hear that, Graeme?
- Eh?

Amos was just saying to
Kylie-Oh, don't worry.

Okay, here we go.

[ Miriam ] Oh, hold on.

Why has it done that?


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.


♫ [ Rock]

♪ >J' God, it's black
in the complex' ♪

♪ Strange shapes
in the doorway ♪

♪ >J' The scene was black' ♪

♪ >J' The screen was still' ♪

♪ >J' An ancient instinct
Hair still burning' ♪

♪ >J' So when I
start to scream' ♪

♪ >J' I'm really
calling to you' ♪

♪ And I don't
want your skull ♪

♪ I'm merely
bleeding for you ♪”

♪ Oh, good-bye, angel ♪”

♪ >J' Yes, there's
blood in my eyes' ♪

♪ >J' Don't talk' ♪

♪ >J' I've been good' ♪

♪ You always said I was' ♪

♪ >J' Yes, I've' ♪

♪ And I've tried, angel ♪

♪ There's nothing to fear ♪”

♪ >J' Don't talk' ♪

♪ >J' It's hard when you're
alone to be anything more' ♪

♪ When you don
'z' got a clue ♪

♪ Oh, yeah Good-bye, angel ♪”

♪ >J' Yes, there's
blood in my eyes' ♪

♪ >J' Don't talk' ♪

♪ >J' I've been good' ♪

♪ You always said I was' ♪

♪ >J' Yes, I've' ♪

♪ >J' I've tried, angel' ♪

♪ There's nothing to fear J”

♪ >J' Don't talk' ♪

♪ >J' It's hard to die' ♪

♪ Though you're
told ifs a door.

♪ >J' To a new life' ♪

♪ Good-bye, angel ♪”

♪ Don't you lose
your head there' ♪

♪ >J' The book may
soon be read, no' ♪

♪ >J' Don't do anything bad' ♪

♪ Good-bye, angel
It's your heart ♪“