Psycho IV: The Beginning

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You're on.

John, sorry to keep you waiting.

- Hello?.

She always knew I'd kill her.

She'd say:

"One of these days,

you're gonna shoot me.

And you know what?.

You're gonna miss."

Her last words were:

"You'll never amount to anything."

She was wrong.

I'm a murderer.

I killed my own mother.

That's something, isn't it?.

- In case you just tuned in,

that was Raymond Linette,

out on parole

after doing 4 years for matricide.

That's murdering your mother.

And matricide is

what we're talking about tonight.

Our guests are Dr. Leo Richmond,

psychiatrist and author

of "The Mother-Killers:

Boys Who Kill Their Mothers."

Dr. Richmond is here to help us

find out what makes them do it.

Mr. George Emeric,

grandfather of the paroled killer,

and of course Raymond himself.

Raymond, you're able to talk about

what made you do what you did.

I've talked about it every day

for 4 years. It's part of therapy

at Sedonia. - There's been

an outcry against such prisons.

That let criminals out too soon?.

- The recidivism rate is almost 60%.

I'm only out because of my grandpa.

Mr. Emeric,

you're Ray's maternal grandfather?.

Yes. - Meaning:

he murdered your daughter. - Yes.

Yet you've made parole possible

by taking him into your home,

where your daughter grew up.

The same room.

Could you tell us what

that feels like to you?.

You must've loved your daughter.

She was a world-class b*tch

who didn't deserve a boy like Raymond.

Marilyn, you're on.

- I'd like to ask Dr. Richmond:

Don't girls ever kill their mothers?.

- The same dynamics don't apply.

You mean they never...

- Not as often as boys.

Maybe girls are too smart

to get caught.

I don't have the statistics

on female matricide.

Boys happen to be

my sphere of expertise.

So how did this become your sphere?.

My first involvement

with a mother-killer was 30 years ago.

A man turned himself into his mother,

out of guilt for having murdered her.

Turned himself into her?. - Dressed

in her clothes, spoke in her voice,

killed as her, all to create

the illusion that she was still alive,

that he had not murdered her.

Matricide is probably

the most unbearable crime of all,

and most unbearable for the son

who commits it.

Raymond Linette has to be home by 10,

a condition of his parole.

Raymond, Mr. Emeric, I want to

thank you for joining us.

Dr. Raymond, you will stay, won't you?.

- Glad to.

Our next caller is from...

No name either, I guess?.

We have to call you something.

You can call me... Ed.

Go ahead, Ed.

I listen to your program every night.

It's one of the pleasures of parole.

Were you in Sedonia too?.

- Someplace like that.

But I never dreamed you'd

do a show so personally relevant.

You have a question for Dr. Richmond?.

- He sure likes hearing himself talk.

Where are you calling from?.

Ed?.

I called because

the focus of your show tonight

is what makes boys

kill their mothers.

But so far, your guests haven't

given us any insight into that.

I thought maybe I could help.

I'm a member of the doctor's...

What did he call it?. "Sphere."

Are you saying

you killed your mother, Ed?.

Oh, I've killed before.

And now I have to do it again.

How old were you

when you killed your mother, Ed?.

I killed some other women too.

The first one

just wanted to have sex with me.

Wanted to have sex with you?.

Is that grounds for murder?.

In my mother's eyes it was.

Sip?.

No thank you.

It's not like I have cooties.

- That's not what I meant.

You look glad to see me.

Anyone would be.

- Come on,

Iet's go watch the fireworks show

in the park!

I can't leave the office.

You know what fascinates me about you?.

The way you keep to yourself.

I bet you can keep your mouth shut

about things. - What things?.

Do fireworks get you hot?.

Not inordinately.

Inordinately...

I love sexy words!

I never heard a girl

talk like you before.

I guess we can see the show from here.

Best place would be from up there.

That room up there.

That's my mother's room.

She's in bed.

Asleep?.

- Probably tossing and turning.

Hasn't been herself lately.

Will you show me your room?.

My mother'd love to catch me

sneaking a girl into my room!

Then we'd better go now,

while she's still tossing and turning.

You want to, don't you?.

Let's go in the office.

Where?. On the floor?.

What kind of a girl do you think am l?.

There's a parlor in the back.

- Hey, boy!

Toilet's clogged up!

- I'll be right there.

Go on!

Wait in the parlor.

Yeah?.

Why are you here?.

What in the hell are you doing?.

- Just scaring you. Scaredy-cat!

Why my mother's room?.

- I thought it was yours.

Shh! We'll wake up your mother.

This way!

Oh, it's stifling in here!

I'm not embarrassing you, am l?.

What?.

- I thought I heard...

Unhook me.

Let me.

You'd like to touch them...

Wouldn't you?.

Put them down!

Is it a good smell?.

Not inordinately.

Did you hear that?.

- It's the fireworks.

I'd better go check. Make sure

she's OK. - Your mother?.

Will you just stay here?.

- Since you said "please."

Get that whore out of my house!

She's not a whore.

I said get rid of her!

Or do I have to do it myself?.

No, Mother. I'll get rid of her.

Kill her!

- Kill her?.

I can't.

No! No, I can't!

Alright, then I'll do it for you.

Come here, Norman.

Put your ear next to Mommy's lips.

Come close to me.

We can't have girls in this house.

Listen to me:

You're my boy,

and I want you to stay my boy.

You're my best friend.

A boy and his mother should be close.

Norman!

Norman,

I know you're alone in there.

Mother! Oh God, Mother!

Blood! Blood!

Was this the first time

you had a conversation with a corpse?.

Actually, we started conversing

soon after I killed her.

But I couldn't make her voice

sound as sweet as it was.

She was dead,

and in my mind, she grew old.

Tell me, Ed. Where were you living

when you became a mother-killer?.

What's geography got to do with it?.

- Why won't you answer me?.

Maybe it's not important.

Ed, we're anxious to shed some light

on this most unbearable subj...

Hello?.

You okay?.

- Yeah, I just cut myself.

Bad?.

- No. Anything wrong?.

Guess what I didn't pick up today?.

- The cake.

I'm sorry. Can you do it?.

I can bake one easier.

- You couldn't say what I want on it.

I'm not so good at icing.

So?. Will you?.

- Bakery'll be closed by now.

Nope. It's an all-night market.

Dinner'll be ruined if I leave it.

Anyway, isn't it bad luck for a guy

to pick up his own birthday cake?.

I'll see if they can deliver it.

I can keep it cold downstairs.

Are you upset?.

- About what?.

What we spoke about before.

The good news.

If it's so good,

why would I be upset?.

It'll work out, Norman. You'll see.

Something's burning. See you soon.

... and the author of the book,

"The Mother-Killers."

In our last hour, we had a caller

who said he murdered his own mother.

We're hoping to hear from him again.

Ed, if you're listening,

we'd very much like to hear from you,

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