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 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!