Psycho II Page #5

You smell like, like the

toasted cheese sandwiches...

What?

...that my mother

used to bring me

when I was in bed

with a temperature.

She used to do lots

of nice things for me

before she went...

Before she became...

Shh.

Just remember the good things

she did for you.

Only the good things.

I can't.

They're not there anymore.

Of course they're there.

No, the doctors

took them all away.

Along with everything else.

Except,

except those sandwiches.

Shh.

Just sleep.

Oh, good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Norman.

I called your office.

They said you were on your way

over here.

Where's Mary?

She's gone in to town.

Oh. What for?

I don't know.

She didn't tell me.

Some tea?

Coffee, if you have it.

Thank you.

Sure.

Norman.

Do you remember

Lila Loomis?

Yes.

She's staying in town.

She is?

She's Mary's mother.

That's why Mary went in

to town. To see her.

Do you realize

what this means, Norman?

What?

They're the ones

who've been leaving the notes

and making

the phone calls.

Why would they do that?

Because they hate you.

Mary, Mary doesn't hate me.

Come on, Norman.

Like mother

like daughter.

You know how Lila Loomis

feels about you.

She can't wait see you

re-institutionalized.

That's why all this

is happening to you.

They want to destabilize you,

undermine your sense

of reality.

They can't do that.

Good. Glad to hear you

say that.

But...

It isn't them, anyway.

It isn't?

Who is it?

It's my mother.

She's not dead.

How do you know that?

I've seen her,

up in the window.

You saw her, too.

That was Mary Loomis

or Lila Loomis dressed up

to look like your mother.

What about the phone calls?

Mary Loomis again.

But she's been with me

when the phone rang.

Then it was her mother.

My mother spoke to me.

Downstairs.

Norman.

Do you remember now our

discussions about your mother?

Once you accepted the fact

that you murdered her,

her memory would have

no hold over you.

Room 15, please.

I want you

to stop calling Norman.

What are you

doing here?

You heard me.

Stop calling Norman.

I haven't called him.

Don't lie to me.

You called him this morning.

For God's sake,

keep your voice down.

All right,

so what if I did call him?

He's slipping

into insanity again,

I can hear it in his voice.

There's nothing anyone

can do about it,

not even you.

You could stop stuffing

bloody towels down toilets

and peering through

peepholes in walls.

That would be a help.

What?

What are you talking about?

About what you're doing

to Norman.

You were in that house

last night.

I was not.

I came right back here

after I saw you.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying.

Why weren't you

in your room last night

when I called?

What, did you have me paged?

I was probably down here.

Mother, stop lying to me,

please.

What happened in that house

last night?

Goodbye, Mother.

He's about to go

over the edge, isn't he?

Listen. Now listen.

Just dress up

in his mother's clothes

one more time.

That's all it's going to take.

I'll have the police

and the doctor

before you are in danger.

Then they'll have to act

on our petition.

Mother, I signed

all your petitions.

I've been to

all your meetings,

done everything

you've asked for years.

But I am not going to

hurt Norman anymore.

Well, if you won't do it

for me,

at least do it

for your father.

I'm not living for dead people

anymore, Mother.

Not for your sister,

or my father,

not even for you.

I'm going.

Now, wait a minute.

Mother, let go,

you're hurting me.

Mom, don't.

No.

Listen to me! If you go near that

house, you're going to be sorry.

Yeah.

I don't see

what all the rush is for.

The Sheriff's concerned.

And he thought we might

bend the rules.

I don't like it.

You're supposed to have

an order from the coroner.

Now do you believe me?

Yes. She's dead.

Then she's not coming back

to life again, is she?

Back to life?

No.

Shall we go?

Mary.

Back here.

I was just about

to have some lunch.

You want some?

No.

Where have you been?

At the cemetery.

Dr. Raymond had them open up

my mother's coffin.

Oh.

Yes.

That proves that

she's not the one

who's been

torturing me.

Not unless

she's a ghost.

No.

No. He says,

he says it's you

and your mother.

He says your last name

is Loomis.

Is that true, Mary?

I wonder

who that could be.

I don't know.

Don't you?

Hello, Mrs. Loomis?

How are you this...

I'm... I'm sorry, Mother.

I didn't mean to insult you.

Norman, stop it.

This is not your mother.

Hello. Hello, Lila?

Lila, are you there?

There's no one on the line.

Hello?

Yes, Mother, I'm sorry

we were interrupted.

Norman, there's no one there.

Yes, Mother.

Yes, Mother.

Hello?

Hello, Norman?

This is your mother.

It doesn't sound like her.

It is, Norman,

and I want you to hang up.

Do you understand? Hang up.

All right.

Do it, Norman, now.

Hang up.

I was so worried.

About what?

Well, that all the things

that have been happening to me

were because of you

and your mother.

When Dr. Raymond showed me

Mrs. Bates' corpse,

I knew she was dead for sure.

But now,

now I know it's somebody

completely different.

Who is it?

My real mother.

Who is your real mother,

Norman?

I don't know.

She won't tell me.

Your mother is dead.

Mrs. Bates

was your real mother

and she's dead.

Then who was that

on the phone?

My mother.

Dr. Raymond was right

about both of us.

Lila and I were trying

to drive you crazy again.

But then I stopped,

only she won't,

and she's the one

who's calling.

Well, why did you stop?

It wasn't fair for us

to be doing

what we were doing to you.

Is that the only reason?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Ma'am?

Norman?

The Sheriff would like

to see you out at the swamp.

Hey, Sam.

Yeah?

Scotch it is.

There you go.

All right.

Spread that line away.

We're gonna send the divers

down here in a minute.

Hello, Norman.

Hi, Sheriff.

What is... What is

going on here?

Have you

seen this before?

No. Did you... Did you find it

in the swamp?

Yes.

How about any of this stuff?

This is Mr. Toomey's.

Who?

Norman's motel manager,

before he fired him, that is.

Have you seen him since?

No, I told him

to get packing and he left.

That's all I know.

You sure?

Y-Yeah.

Well, that's about it then.

You can leave.

Just you, Norman,

not the young lady.

Okay. But shouldn't I wait?

Don't worry.

I'll have her

along presently.

Oh, forget the marker.

Get on in there.

Sheriff, I've been

wanting talk to you.

Yeah.

Someone has been

phoning Norman

claiming to be his mother.

And not the dead Mrs. Bates,

his real mother.

So?

So I've been wondering

if it's possible

that he was adopted?

Not that I've ever heard of,

and I've lived my entire life

here, Miss Loomis.

How did you find out

who I was?

We're a tad slow

around here, young lady,

but not incompetent.

Now,

I've got a question for you.

Either you or your mother

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