Psycho II Page #3

you didn't spend last night

alone with him

in that house, huh?

You got strange tastes

in men, honey.

Just because two people

sleep under the same roof

doesn't necessarily mean

they've made love.

Since when, huh?

Or are you the kind that

doesn't, uh, kiss and tell?

You really want to know

what Norman's like?

Yeah.

Better than

you'll ever be, fat boy.

Cut it out, Toomey!

Norman?

Are you talkin'

to me, whacko?

Come on.

Come on. Come on! Huh?

What's wrong?

Oh. Oh, that's... that's beautiful.

Go on, psycho, pick it up.

Come on, pick it up!

What's the matter,

you lose your nerve, huh?

Or do you only

attack women, huh?

Go on, pick it up!

Show us what

you're really like.

Come... Come on, loony.

Oh, look, not only is he

crazy, he's chicken sh*t, too.

What's the trouble, Warren?

The trouble is

that psycho you hired.

This is the last time

I eat here.

You're sweating all over.

Can I get you

something?

A glass of water, maybe?

No.

What the hell did you

do out there?

That man, Mr. Toomey,

he was trying...

I'm not talkin'

to you, girl.

Well?

He was bothering Mary, and

then he slipped me a note.

What note?

It's there on the wheel.

There's nothing here.

Look, Norman, you're tired.

Why don't you take the

rest of the afternoon off?

I'm telling you,

it was right there.

Sure it was.

Don't humor me.

I'm telling you there

was a note on that wheel

from my dead mother.

Okay, everybody,

business as usual.

Hi.

Is that offer to room

with you still open?

Oh, sure.

Great.

Well, w-what happened?

Oh,

you know my girlfriend,

the one I told you about?

Yeah.

Well,

her boyfriend sleeps over

almost every night.

Do you know what it's like trying

to sleep in a one-room apartment

when a couple's making love

five feet from you?

Noisy?

You're not kidding.

Well, I thought you were

wonderful today.

Why?

The way you handled

that Toomey guy.

What an a**hole.

I could've killed him

and you were so cool.

No, I don't kill

people anymore, remember?

Oh, here.

What's this?

Fudge.

My grandmother sent it to

me. She makes great fudge.

Well, thank you.

What about that note?

You figure out who sent it?

That was just

a practical joke.

Yeah, I guess so.

Oh, oh, oh, l-let me

take that.

No, no, no, that's all right. I can manage.

Uh...

Did you... Did you

have dinner yet?

Yes.

And I'm exhausted. I'm going to

bed right after I take a shower.

If that's all right

with you.

Oh, oh, sure.

Hey, wake up!

Hey, you nut guys there?

Hey!

Psycho!

Hey, hello, psycho!

I just want you to know

I'm moving out! Huh?

Hello?

W-What? Who is this?

My mother is dead.

Mr. Toomey, if this is you,

you're sicker than I ever was.

Bastard.

Bill!

Hi, Bill. I wasn't

expecting you till tomorrow.

Hi, Norman.

I got a call

from Mr. Statler.

He said you quit your job

at the diner.

Yeah. Well, I just figured I could

make more money with the motel.

You know, once I get... once I

get it back into condition that is.

What does Mr. Toomey think

about your plans?

Him? You know,

I fired him.

Y-Y-You know,

he was turning this place

into what I think

they call an "adult motel."

Oh, I see.

Well, there've been an awful lot of

changes in the week you've been back.

Yeah, yeah.

Any more notes

or phone calls?

Oh, no, no, no.

Who's that?

Where?

There, in the top window?

In the attic?

It looked like a woman.

Oh, oh, oh,

that must've been Mary.

Mary, who?

Oh, Mary. She works with me

at the diner.

She's been staying here, too.

Hmm?

Oh, it's nothing like that.

We're just, uh,

we're just friends.

Mary.

Hi, Mary. You look great.

Look, this is, uh,

this is Dr. Raymond.

He was my psychiatrist

in the institution.

Hello.

Hi.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

What Norman's doing. Has he

told you his plans for the place?

Some of them.

Well, I have to be going

to work.

Can I give you a lift?

Go ahead.

See you tonight.

So, what can I do

for you, Doctor?

Oh, thank you.

Are you familiar

with the Norman Bates case?

Very. I was deputy here

when Sheriff Chambers

arrested him years ago.

I re-read the file when I

found out he'd been released.

So, what's the trouble?

Bates dressing up

as his mother again?

No, nothing like that.

Although, Norman says that

somebody has been leaving notes

and making phone calls

claiming to be his mother.

Well, people. So, what do

you want me to do about it?

Put a tap on his phone.

Sorry, Doc,

I can't do that.

This is Fairvale, California,

not Washington, DC.

But I can check around and see who might

hate Norman enough to do something like that.

Anything else?

You could keep

an eye on Norman.

I have been.

All right, Sheriff,

here's my card,

in case you should need me.

Oh, there is

one other thing.

Why, of course, what?

He's got a girl

living with him.

Uh, Mary Samuels.

She works at the diner.

Then I'll check on her, too.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Any time.

Slut?

Are you sure

this is safe?

It always has been.

Come on.

Oh, I don't need

any more.

What's that?

What?

That sound

in the next room.

You're just stoned.

I'm not.

Jesus.

What is it?

Shh.

Let's get out of here.

Shh.

Come on, hurry!

Come on!

Look out, behind you!

Norman?

Norman?

Norman?

Mary, up here.

What are you doing

up here?

L... I was locked in.

You couldn't have been.

There's no key in the lock.

Someone unlocked it

while I was asleep.

Who?

Whoever's been pretending

to be my mother.

Norman, what are you

talking about?

I saw her in the window.

And just look

in the room.

It's all been fixed up

and her stuff's inside.

There's another note, too.

I'm going to check

the back stairs,

maybe they went down

that way.

Norman?

What?

There's no note in there.

What do you mean

it's not there?

No, th-this isn't

how it was.

It was all fixed up.

It wasn't like this.

The... The note.

This...

The dresses are...

Who's that?

Norman, you better

answer the door.

Yeah.

Norman,

whatever you do, don't

tell them about the bedroom.

Hello, Norman,

Well?

I'm Sheriff Hunt.

How are you?

This is Deputy Pool.

Can we come in?

Sure, yes. Yes.

Uh, this is...

I know. Mary Samuels.

What can we do for you?

There hasn't been

any trouble, has there?

Yes, there has.

What sort?

The old sort.

There's a girl sitting down

in my squad car below.

Too scared to come

into this house.

Why?

She claims that

she saw her boyfriend

murdered in your

fruit cellar today

by a large woman

dressed in black.

That's just how

your mother used to look,

isn't it, Norman?

Well, what...

what were they doing

in the cellar, anyway?

Oh, what kids do today,

I guess.

Smoking dope,

messin' around.

Do you know anything

about that, Norman?

No.

Do you mind if we look

in the fruit cellar?

No.

Looks clean to me.

Yeah, doesn't it?

You've been straightening up

down here?

No, sir.

This is the first time

I've been inside this room

s-s-since I came home.

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