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Psycho Page #16
- R
- Year:
- 1960
- 109 min
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MEDIUM SHOT:
From her viewpoint we see Sam alighting from his truck and
coming toward the door of the store. He enters. He and Lila
exchange quiet glances.
SAM:
He didn't come back here?
LILA:
(worriedly)
Sam.
SAM:
No Arbogast. No Bates. And only the
old lady at home...
(frowning)
A sick old lady unable to answer the
door... or unwilling.
LILA:
Where could he have gone?
SAM:
Maybe he got some definite lead.
Maybe he went right on...
LILA:
Without calling me?
SAM:
In a hurry.
LILA:
Sam, he called me when he had nothing
definite, nothing but a dissatisfied
feeling. Don't you think he'd have
called if he had anything...
SAM:
(interrupting)
Lila goes quiet. Sam starts toward the back room, pauses at
the doorway, turns. Lila has remained by the door, looking
out at the street. She feels his pause, turns, and for a
moment they share at each other across the darkened room.
SAM:
Let's go see Al Chambers.
LILA:
Who's he?
SAM:
He's the Deputy Sheriff around here.
As he starts forward.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. STREET THE SHERIFF LIVES ON - (NIGHT)
A dark, quiet, tree-ceilinged street, the small neat houses
dim in the moonlight. Sam's pick-up truck comes down the
street, pulls up before the house of Sheriff Chambers. CAMERA
MOVES IN on Sam and Lila as they remain for a moment in the
truck's cab, staring quietly at the sleeping house.
SAM:
Our Deputy sleeps.
LILA:
Well?
SAM:
Nothing. Just... all the lights
out... must be asleep.
LILA:
(a small exasperation)
Does that mean we can't...
SAM:
No. I'm just procrastinating. People
hate when the doorbell rings in the
middle of the night.
(gives up, starts out)
Come on.
He gets out of cab, goes around to help Lila. She is already
out. CAMERA FOLLOWS them up the small path to the front door.
Sam presses the bell button. Both he and Lila are almost
knocked over by the shocking, clanging, ear-splitting BLAST
OF THE BELL within the house, a ring which sounds more like
a fire alarm than a doorbell.
He tries to smile, fails. Lila doesn't even try. The
downstairs hall light goes on and a moment later the door is
unhesitatingly opened by MRS. CHAMBERS, a small, lively stick
of a woman wrapped in a thick flannel robe and a corona of
hospitality.
MRS. CHAMBERS
Oh?
SAM:
Sorry, Mrs. Chambers. I hate bothering
you...
MRS. CHAMBERS
You didn't!
(a cross look up at
the bell)
It's tinkerbell.
Lila)
Al wants to be sure he'll hear it if
anyone rings it in the middle of the
night.
(to Sam)
Well come on in, at least!
As she opens the door wide,
CUT TO:
INT. DOWNSTAIRS HALL OF SHERIFF'S HOUSE - (NIGHT)
Fat roses splatter the wallpaper. The stairs are carpeted.
The lighting is bright.
There is a perfectly fitting wall phone by the parlor arch.
Mrs. Chambers goes to the stairway, yells up.
MRS. CHAMBERS
Albert!
(a tiny wait, a smile
as Sam and Lila enter)
Al Chambers!
Sam is about to close the door behind him. Mrs. Chambers
motions for him not to, scurries across the hall, leans
outside, presses the doorbell. The RING within the house is
even more shattering. She closes the door, starts to the
stairway, pauses as the SOUNDS of movement above COME OVER
SHOT.
MRS. CHAMBERS
Customers!
SHERIFF CHAMBERS comes down the stairs, in a bathrobe which
matches his wife's. He is a tall, narrow man with a face
originally destined for Mount Rushmore. He nods at Sam, looks
at him with wide-awake eyes and a no-nonsense concern.
SAM:
We have a problem.
MRS. CHAMBERS
(to Lila)
Let's go out back and have some coca
while the men are talking.
LILA:
No, thank you. It's my problem, too.
SAM:
I don't know where to start...
(a look at Lila)
Except at the beginning.
LILA:
Yes.
SAM:
(to Sheriff)
This is Lila Crane, from Phoenix.
She's been here for a few days,
looking for her sister. There's a
private detective helping... and,
well, we got a call tonight, from
this detective, saying he'd traced
Mary...
MRS. CHAMBERS
Mary is Lila's sister?
SAM:
Yes. He traced her to that motel,
out on the old highway...
MRS. CHAMBERS
(to the Sheriff)
Bates' Motel.
(to Lila)
He has a mind like a mechanical brain
and the more information you feed
it... Go on, Sam.
SAM:
He traced her there and called us to
say he was going to question Mrs.
Bates...
MRS. CHAMBERS
(a pleasant shock)
Norman took a wife?
SAM:
No. An old woman, his mother.
(to Sheriff, quickly)
That was early this evening. And we
haven't seen or heard from him since.
I went out to the motel, just got
back. No one was in the office, and...
LILA:
(interrupting,
anxiously)
Will you help us? I think something's
wrong out there!
SHERIFF:
(after a considerate
pause)
Now. Your sister is missing how long?
LILA:
She left Phoenix a week ago yesterday.
And no trace until...
SHERIFF:
How'd you and this detective come to
trace her to Fairvale?
SAM:
They thought she'd be coming to me.
SHERIFF:
Left Phoenix under her own steam?
LILA:
Yes.
SHERIFF:
(a pause)
She ain't missing so much as she's
run away.
SAM:
Yes.
SHERIFF:
From what?
LILA:
(a look at sam, then:)
She stole some money.
SHERIFF:
A lot?
LILA:
Forty thousand dollars.
SHERIFF:
And the police haven't been able
to...
SAM:
(interrupting)
Everyone concerned thought... if
they could get her to give back the
money... they could avoid involving
her with the police.
SHERIFF:
Explains the private detective. He
traced her to the Bates place. What'd
he exactly say when he called you?
LILA:
Mary had been there, one night, and
had left.
SHERIFF:
With the forty thousand dollars?
LILA:
He didn't mention the money.
(anxiously)
What he said on the phone isn't
important, is it? He was supposed
to come back after he spoke to the
mother, and he didn't! That's what I
want you to do something about!
SHERIFF:
Like what?
LILA:
Go out there! Find somebody, ask
some questions!
(a pause)
I'm sorry if I seem over-anxious to
you. I keep thinking... something's
wrong. I have to know what!
SHERIFF:
I think something's wrong, too, Miss.
But not the same thing. I think your
private detective is what's wrong.
(As Lila is about to
object)
I think he got himself a hot lead as
to where your sister was going...
probably from Norman Bates... and
called you to keep you still while
he took off after her and the money.
LILA:
He said he was dissatisfied... and
was going back.
MRS. CHAMBERS
(to Sheriff)
Why don't you call Norman and let
him say just what happened, if he
give the man a hot lead and he did
just scooted off... it'll make the
girl feel better, Albert.
SHERIFF:
At this hour?
SAM:
He was out when I was there. If he's
back he probably isn't even in bed
yet.
SHERIFF:
He wasn't out when you were there.
He just wasn't answering the door in
the dead of night... like some people
do. This fellow lives like a hermit...
MRS. CHAMBERS
Recluse. Kinder word.
SHERIFF:
(to Sam)
You must remember that bad business
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