Psycho II Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1983
- 113 min
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Look, just do
as I say, okay?
She's pretty cute.
Where'd you find her?
What's this stuff?
I'd say it was drugs.
What about
the occupied cabins?
Is that what's going on
in there, too?
Yeah.
Boy, this town.
If it isn't the parents,
it's the kids.
screwin' in the basement
of your house up there
last week.
Of course,
Can you believe that?
What kind of a motel
are you running here?
The kind that makes money.
People come here to party.
They stay a few hours
and then they leave.
What more can you ask from a motel
so far from the beaten track, huh?
You're fired.
Hey, you can't fire me.
I was hired by the hospital.
or my property anymore.
And neither do you.
I want you
out of here tomorrow.
Yeah, well, why don't you try
putting me out, Mr. Whacko, hmm?
I'd like to see that.
I won't have to.
I'll just go to the police.
I'm sure they'd be very
interested in what's going on here,
especially the drugs.
Tomorrow, Mr. Toomey.
And don't rent out any more
rooms in this motel. No more.
At least my customers
have a good time.
What'd yours get,
Bates, huh?
Dead, that's what
they got!
Dead! Murdered by you,
you loony!
Hi!
What was all
the yelling about?
Oh.
My motel manager
and I just had a fight.
Wasn't because of me,
was it?
No.
Why are you sitting
in the dark?
I was just thinking
about Scott.
Maybe if I hadn't
blown up at him so quick,
we would've
worked things out.
Yeah, maybe.
L... I don't know.
Is that, uh, better?
him and talk to him again?
Oh, sure.
Hi, Scott?
Are you all right?
What were you talking about?
Listen, I didn't mean it.
Are you still
mad at me?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm at this motel.
No, I didn't get wet.
I got here just
before the storm started.
Look, I can take care
of myself.
No, of course not.
Look, I can't talk any longer.
I got to go.
Uh, oh.
How did it go?
Terrible. I found out why he
didn't want me to come home tonight.
Oh, well, why?
He's got somebody new.
He's moved her in
already.
Well, that's no good.
Oh, well.
Think how it would've been if
I'd married him and then found out
what sort of guy he was.
He asked me to, you know?
Sure. L... I mean,
I'm sure he did.
Oh, uh, have... have...
have you had dinner yet?
No.
Well, let... let's have it
together.
I was just about to
sit down.
It's just, uh,
sandwiches and milk,
but you're more than welcome to share it.
I really
don't think that...
No, no, no, do it. Do it... Do
it for my sake. Starving yourself
isn't going to make
anything any better, either.
All right.
But this is yours.
No, go ahead, you... you
have it. I'll make another.
Do you have a knife?
No, I'm afraid I don't.
L... I just moved back here
I forgot to bring
any cu-cutlery.
That's odd.
People usually
leave something,
even if it is only
an old butter knife.
Oh, there.
Is something wrong, Norman?
Um,
aren't you going to eat?
No. L... l... l... I just
suddenly lost my appetite,
but you... you... you
go ahead.
Enjoy it.
I guess I'm like you. L... I
suddenly lost my appetite, too.
Oh, w-w-would you like
something else?
There're cookies for dessert.
Oh, no, no, th-thank you.
Uh, can I use
your phone again?
Sure.
Who you gonna call?
Um, I just remembered this
girlfriend I have in town.
L... I mean, she's kind of
a girlfriend, and, uh,
maybe she'd let me
spend the night with her.
Well, huh, I thought
you were gonna stay here.
There's a spare room
upstairs
and you're
more than welcome to it.
Uh, l... I don't think
that's such a good idea.
Why?
I don't mean to hurt
your feelings or anything,
you at the diner today.
Mrs. Spool kept on telling
her to shush but she wouldn't.
She said you'd been
locked up.
Did she say why?
Well, I'll tell you.
When I was 12,
my mother went mad,
so I put some poison
in her tea.
You know? Just...
I'm all right now.
You sure?
Sure.
Otherwise they wouldn't have given
me a job in a diner, would they?
I don't know.
It takes a nut to work there.
Oh, boy!
Look, I-I-I'm sorry,
but I don't want to...
What if I told you
that I needed you to stay?
Why would you need me?
Because this is
the first night
I've spent in this house
in years, much less alone.
A lot of my troubles
had to do
with this house.
So you see, I'm as scared as you
are, just for different reasons.
I-I'm sorry,
but l... l...
Please.
That bad, huh?
No. Not... Not... Not that one.
This one over there.
What's wrong
with this one?
Well, that, uh, used
to belong to my mother.
But she's dead,
isn't she?
Yeah.
Is this the room where
you had your troubles?
One of them, yeah.
Well, I don't know what
happened to you in the past,
over it, not unless you face it.
See? No ghosts.
No.
No, I'd, uh...
Why not?
I'd just rather
you didn't.
What happened in here
that scared you so?
Let me show you the room
across the hall, okay?
You'll be, uh,
just fine in here.
Well, the, uh...
The bathroom?
L-ls, uh,
right over there.
Uh, well,
I guess it's time to, uh,
to go to sleep.
Okay.
Good night, Mary.
About time, girl.
Sorry.
Hi.
Hi.
this morning.
I got up early and went into
town to see my girlfriend.
You know, the one
I was telling you about.
Guess what?
What?
We're going to
room together.
Well, y-y-y-you... you're more than
welcome to stay with me, you know.
Thanks, but I'd really
rather live in town.
Oh, in town, yeah.
Uh, my... my place is
a lot closer to work.
No, l... I really don't think
that's a good idea.
Okay. Well,
if you change your mind.
Hey, girl, I gave you the
morning off, not the afternoon.
Hop to it.
Charming, isn't he?
Chop up some more lettuce,
will you, Norman?
Hey, Ralph, so, uh, how's
your new helper doing?
Hi, Warren.
Just fine, thanks.
Yeah, well, I hope he washes
dishes better than he runs a motel.
Hey, can I get a little service
around here or what, huh?
Okay.
Hey, cutie! Come here.
Oh, hello,
what would you like?
I'd like some of what
Norman got last night.
Pardon?
You heard me, sweetheart.
Why don't you look at a
menu and I'll be right back?
and that man last night?
I fired him.
Oh, great,
he's on my station.
What did he say?
Nothing nice and I
think he's been drinking.
He sure smells like it.
Hey, you do have
other tables, honey,
or do you want me to
wait on those, too?
Talk about the customers
being nasty.
Excuse me,
do you still work here?
Yeah.
Then can I please
have my orders?
What was it like?
What's what like?
Screwin' a psycho?
Would you mind
removing your foot?
Next.
Two turkey sandwiches
One BLT, hold the mayo.
I'll get the tomatoes,
Mr. Statler.
Hey, I suppose
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