Psycho III Page #3

Give me my clothes. Bastard!

You f***ing idiot!

Oh sh*t.

No! Help!

We're unable to complete

your call as dialed.

Please hang up and dial again.

Mother! Oh God, Mother!

Blood, blood!

Up early, huh?

When I was young, my parents

always made all my decisions.

Becoming a nun was my idea.

But as my final vows grew closer,

it became so frightening.

I began to dwell upon things

that I would never know.

What things?

Hungers for the flesh, Father.

It's perfectly normal.

Sister Catherine said

it was bad, and...

if my faith were strong enough,

that I wouldn't have evil thoughts.

Why didn't you just leave the

novitiate rather than be tormented?

But the Church teaches us

to endure suffering.

It also teaches us

that suicide is a sin.

I knew it was wrong, Father.

I was afraid...

to face the consequences of my sins.

Maureen, it seems that only you

have given up on yourself, not God.

Why else would he have twice saved you

from your own desperateness?

The other night,

as I lay there,

I saw the Virgin standing above me.

A halo of white light was about her,

and she held a shiny, silver crucifix.

Her arms were outstretched

as if she were beckoning me.

Oh Father, what did she want of me?

What about this? - Maybe she got

change for the phone or cigarettes.

It might help if you knew her name.

- Forgot to ask.

It usually comes after "Hi, I'm Ouane,

but you can call me Ouke. "

I'm more interested in those voices

you heard up at the house.

Maybe voices.

It could have been a TV or a radio.

Quite a crowd!

- Yeah, homecoming weekend.

They're celebrating the big victory.

The game's not until tonight.

Where are you going? - You said

he's at the hospital picking her up.

Yeah. But what if he comes back?

You don't know a thing.

Fairvale or Central? Come on!

Where are you from? - Fairvale.

Too bad. Hope you don't mind losing.

Ms. Vanderbilt!

After you check in, come down to 4.

There's a party. We gonna beat you.

Ms. Vanderbilt, are you looking

for something? - Just you.

Hoping we can finish our little chat.

- Your chats end up sounding

more like interrogations.

- Another time? - No.

And please, don't come back.

Oh, Norman. How sweet of you.

You had them cleaned.

- They were a little wrinkled and wet.

And a little out of style, too.

Oh, no. Conservative clothes

never go out of style.

I especially like that one.

You'd look swell in that tonight.

I think Mrs. Spool said she had

a son once. But he never visited her.

And she never went anywhere.

- Never went out, huh?

Just work. A real homebody.

I've got a backed-up toilet in 6...

- Mind if I stay and snoop a bit?

Why should I? The cops have already

paraded through here and everything.

You can rent it for all I care.

Spoolie's rent was two weeks past due.

How much for just a couple of hours?

- Thanks...

It's a pleasure to see a woman here

without blue hair and varicose veins.

Yeah.

- Just close the door when you leave.

Sure thing.

Bates Motel.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm going now. I won't be out late.

Mother?

She's a nice girl.

I've never drunk this much before.

- Me neither.

My mother never allowed liquor

at home. - What can we toast to now?

To happiness.

Would you like to dance?

- Oh, no. No. I couldn't.

It's very easy.

My mother taught me. Come on.

I feel woozy.

- It'll make you light on your feet.

Norman, I feel silly.

- Nothing wrong in that.

Just follow me.

I go forward, you go back.

Slow, slow, quick, quick...

See? You just learned

your basic back step.

Slow, slow, quick, quick...

Oh well, they say

the wet-look is coming back.

How's the party going, Ouke?

- It's cool, Norm.

You mind hanging on for a while?

- It's your overtime.

What's wrong?

I must've had too much to drink.

I just thought

I saw a woman in your house.

It's okay, Ouke. You can go now.

Whatever you say, boss.

Sorry, I can't offer you anything

to drink. - That's okay.

Except water.

- That's fine.

They're pretty loud.

I had a very special time tonight.

- Me too.

Thank you.

I should go.

Because of her?

- Who?

That lady you say I remind you of.

Oid she mean a lot to you?

We weren't...

It wasn't...

like it is with you.

How is it with me?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, Maureen.

I can't do this.

It wouldn't be right.

Not just now.

It wouldn't be right?

Let's just lie here...

and hold each other.

Sorry to wake you, honey, but

you fell asleep with the door open.

With all these horny bastards

running around here, it's not a good

idea. Just wanted to let you know.

Thank you.

- I'll close it on my way out.

You dirty, dirty boy!

But I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, Mother.

She's a nice girl.

- She's a whore.

We didn't do anything.

- You let her come between us.

It isn't right. It isn't natural.

It's perfectly natural

for a son to love his mother.

Would you leave me alone, Mother!

Will you leave me alone!

Norman,

are you in there? Are you awake?

It's me, Maureen.

- Bring me the knife, Norman.

Norman!

Are you up there?

- Bring it to me.

Oid you hear me? What are you doing?

Can't you do it?

Please answer me. It's Maureen.

What do you want?

- What happened to you?

Are you alright?

- Yes.

No... I'm feeling a little sick.

Let me come up.

- No. Get away!

I had a little too much to drink.

That's all. I just need to rest.

Alright, Norman.

Please, Maureen,

go back to your room.

Lock your door.

Please!

- Alright.

Stop! Stop!

You haven't changed in 15 years.

You're still disgusting.

Ruthie, all cheerleaders

boff the linemen.

I wasn't a cheerleader.

I was a majorette.

You can twirl on...

What?

- You can twirl on my...

What?

You can twirl on my baton.

Hey, cutie.

Hello?

You have a john?

Men!

Hey, where'd you come from?

Geez, you scared the piss out of me.

Oo you mind, sister?

This is occupado.

Ouke?

Hey, innkeeper, I need change!

- Charlie, I got it.

Get away from me.

Looks like someone's getting lucky!

What's happening?

Come on, Leo.

Oon't go up there.

- Why? Something's wrong with Norman?

It's time somebody told you.

Good morning, Norman. It's a bit hot

to be sleeping so late, isn't it?

We had a lot of revelers last night.

- I know.

One didn't come home.

Name is Patsy Boyle.

She came with a group of locals

to party after the game.

When they all left around 3,

nobody noticed that she wasn't there.

Someone's missing and you come to me.

- There have been other accusations.

From that reporter! She knows nothing.

That's what we're going to find out.

Now it's too hot to argue.

That rain made everything more muggy.

- Nothing back there. - Of course not.

Please get out of my house.

- Sorry, Norman.

We have the warrant.

It's in everybody's best interest.

Who's? There's nothing here.

I didn't do anything.

Then there's nothing to worry about.

Norman, come back!

Get him, Leo. Ooggone you!

Norman,

what the hell's the matter with you?

Mother?

I'm sorry, Norman.

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