Psycho III Page #4

All seems a little unnecessary now.

- That's okay.

Still no reason to get so...

so riled up.

We'll leave you alone now. Again,

I'm sorry. - That's not enough.

You just can't let it lie!

I've had enough

of this Nancy Orew horseshit.

I'm letting it lie and so are you.

Until I have evidence to the contrary,

both ladies are missing persons.

Aren't you going to question him?

Why not drag the swamp?

He dumped the last bodies there.

Oon't tell me my job,

Ms. Vanderbilt.

Somebody has to.

You're not going to let him go?

- Oespite all your glib insinuations,

I don't have one iota of proof.

- He didn't do it.

Norman was with me

until 6 o'clock this morning.

Whatever happened to that girl,

he didn't have anything to do with it.

- Well, Miss,

had you told us sooner, you would

have saved us a lot of trouble.

No one asked me.

- Come on, Leo.

Bad time to beat the street, Norman.

You'd better follow

the sheriff's example.

I'm taking a passenger. Ready?

She told you about me, didn't she?

- Yes.

Where are you going?

Father Brian said I could come stay

with him if I needed to.

Please let me go.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother, where are you?

I love the silver

that shines in your hair.

And the brow that's all furled

and wrinkled with care.

I kissed the dear fingers,

so toilworn for me.

Oh God bless you and keep you,

dear Mother...

Bates.

It doesn't scan, does it, Norman?

But...

a lot of sh*t around here doesn't.

What are you doing with my mother?

Oon't you mean...

Mummy?

You did a nice job on her, Norman.

Fresh as the day she was croaked.

Why?

Just looking out for you.

And yourself.

- I have ambitions, dreams.

But dreams don't come cheap nowadays.

I could have turned

Mom over to the cops,

but all I would have gotten

was a pat on the back.

That reporter

would've shelled out a few bucks,

and gotten the lion's share

of the credit, a five-figure salary,

and a big news job.

Fine for her dreams,

but what about mine? No.

I figure Mama's greatest value to me

is in her value to you.

I don't have that kind of money.

- Oon't gripe to me.

With that big piece of real estate

and this thriving business,

you could just sell an acre.

Please, Ouke.

I want my mother back.

Take her. You know what I want.

And you know what I'll do

if I don't get it.

I know.

I'm going to kill you,

you little freak.

You think I'm stupid, Ouke?

Even if I gave you money,

you'd still tell on Mother.

No one must know what she did.

She can't help it.

She can't help the things she does.

She's just an old lady.

A sick, old lady.

Watch the guitar!

You shouldn't sneak up

on a guy like that, Ouke. Ouke?

I didn't mean it.

You made me do this!

Your tainted blood in me!

Oon't laugh at me, Mother.

Oon't laugh at me.

I didn't even know she had any kids.

- Wasn't it on her job application?

She was already here

when I bought the place? years ago.

Best waitress I ever had.

- She worked for the previous owner?

Harvey Leech. - Where's he now?

- He used to be in a nursing home.

Outside town.

- Probably dead now.

Spool?

- Emma Spool.

She worked in your diner.

- Oiner?

Yeah, I had a diner once.

- Mrs. Spool used to work for you.

I had a woman named Spool

who used to work for me. A waitress.

She come from that place.

- Place?

That place for nuts. As-s-asylum.

Mrs Spool was in an asylum?

Asylum, that's it, asylum.

You know, she killed somebody.

Who?

- Somebody. Husband?

I don't recall. Good waitress, Spool.

Are you sure, Maureen?

- Oh yes.

Norman understands me.

He understands forgiveness.

I failed so many people, Father.

I won't fail him.

That's why Mary came to me

the night he saved my life.

It was a sign.

And the woman in the window.

That must've been Mary too.

I'll be back, Mother.

Miserere mei, Oeus...

I thought if she saw these copies

she might change her story.

Can I see her?

I'm afraid not.

Norman!

Norman? It's me.

I've come back.

I never should've gone away.

Whatever happened to you in your past,

I know you're good. You took a life,

but you also saved a life.

My life.

Let it be your life.

Oh, Norman!

What happened to you?

- I slipped in the mud.

I slipped too.

I know I've hurt you.

Can you forgive me?

- Norman!

Maureen? Maureen?

Mother!

Maureen?

Get that whore out of my house!

Throw her down in the mud,

filth, where she belongs.

I'll get you for this, Mother.

I'll get you for this.

You haven't got the guts, boy.

You dumb, stupid,

naive girl.

Why can't you leave my poor son,

my Norman, alone?

What set you off again, Norman?

You killed Mrs. Spool, didn't you?

Oid she tell you

that she was your mother?

She was crazy, Norman,

but she wasn't your mother.

Neither are you!

She was your aunt,

and in love with your father.

But your mother stole him

away from her. Emma Spool...

killed your father in a jealous rage

and kidnapped you as a baby.

She killed your father

because she thought you were hers.

The child

she should've had with him.

She was crazy.

They locked her away.

- It's lies, it's all lies.

She's a lying whore.

- Norman, where are you?

She's a slut.

Oon't let her talk about me like that.

Norman, please listen to me!

Norman, Mrs. Bates! Whoever you are.

It doesn't matter to me.

Get her, boy.

Get her, just like the others!

Get her!

- No! No!

Oon't! Oon't! Please! Norman!

No!

Norman, can't you do anything right?

How dare you treat your mother

in such ways.

So, I don't have the guts, huh?

I was for you, Norman.

Believed in you.

You made a fool of me.

Look what you did to yourself!

Why, Norman, why?

Good God, son,

you'll never get out again.

They're going to lock you up forever.

But I'll be free.

I'll finally be free.

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