Hangman Page #3

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[sobbing continues]

Shh, shh.

AARON:
Okay, you have

some water.

You're all right.

I hate bad dreams, don't you?

Yeah, me too.

Ah, see?

Baby, you know where

my black bag is?

BETH:
No. Did you get up

in the night?

- What's that?

- Did you get up in the night?

Oh, found it.

- Did I get up in the night?

- Yeah.

What, are you monitoring

my toilet habits now?

Did you come down here?

Uh, I don't know.

I don't think so. No. Why?

Because the juice

was out on the counter.

Okay, well, maybe somebody

left it out last night.

No, because I cleaned the place,

top to bottom.

Baby, nobody broke into our

house to drink our orange juice.

- You all right?

- Mm-hmm.

Do you have to go

to work today?

After a two-week vacation?

Yes, I do, unfortunately. Why?

The kids have got school, and my

class got moved 'till tomorrow,

I thought maybe

we could hang out.

Aw, that sounds fun.

I'm still a bit freaked out

here on my own.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Miguel's coming.

He'll be here in like an hour.

You love Miguel.

- Hey, buddy, how'd you sleep?

- Good.

Good.

What time are you back tonight?

Um, I'm going to try to

get back as early as I can,

but I got so much

to catch up on.

Aha-ha!

Guess we can close the case

of the orange juice mystery.

- Love you.

- Have a good day.

[scrubbing]

[toilet flushes]

[squeak]

[squeaking]

[metal drops]

Hola, it's Miguel!

[Miguel coughing]

Miguel, Jesus,

that gave me a fright!

Oh, I'm so sorry! Mr. Mellor

said you wanted window locks.

I was just checking

the fittings.

- Ah, yeah, that's right.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Sorry about the break-in.

I heard about the break-in.

Oh, I know.

It's a nightmare.

BETH:
I don't know.

All right.

I don't even want

to think about it.

[Miguel sighs]

- Beth?

- Hang on a second, Melissa.

Yeah, sorry!

The doors and windows

are all done.

- Right.

- And if it's okay with you,

I'd like to finish up tomorrow,

the patio doors.

Of course, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, would you take a look

at the upstairs toilet?

- It's flushing by itself.

- No problem.

Brilliant. Um, and can you

take one of the keys?

Because I've got class tomorrow.

You have to let yourself...

[hocks phlegm, spits]

BETH:
Are you okay?

AARON:
I just need

a glass of water.

[water running]

[sniffs]

[shakes pill bottle]

Jesus!

We have a serial offender.

What's that? Oh.

No, you know what?

Actually this may have been me.

Mrs. Mellor?

[toilet flushes]

Hmm.

[toilet flushes]

Oh! Ah!

What the heck is this thing?

[siren blaring]

[shower running]

[humming]

[phone ringing]

[humming]

[phone ringing]

[ring, beep]

AARON ON ANSWERING MACHINE:

Hey, this is the Mellors.

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