Psychos Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 2017
- 82 min
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- He's waking up,
he's waking up.
What do I do, what do I do?
Buy yourself some time.
But you're ready.
Don't disappoint me.
We're back.
We're back.
- No, I got rid of you guys.
- You don't like to be
on your meds, remember?
Ooh, I wouldn't do that.
- I have to take revenge
for my baby.
Why?
be here, it's me.
I mean, I have an actual path.
I'm not a pathetic victim
like you two.
So what if you're pre-med?
What do you have in your
little lonely apartment
beside your precious rat traps?
- Both of you shut up,
shut up, shut up.
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
My God, you guys planned
all this, didn't you?
No, you did.
You getting this?
I brought you here.
You're not real.
You're not real.
You need a pair.
It's why I'm here.
It's why we're here.
people that deserve it.
Not some lab rats.
Mama was right.
I'm not ready.
- Or you could just
face the truth.
You need a personality upgrade.
To a more beautiful,
stronger version.
- Or a smarter,
confident version.
You choose.
I think not.
Coming, sweetie.
Hi, baby, hi.
Hi.
Mama's here, oh.
Oh, baby.
That's a good boy, yeah.
Mama loves you.
Nothing bad is going to
happen to you ever again.
Find anything?
Found more DVDs with
different names on 'em.
- We've got a dead
body in the cellar.
Unidentified male,
probably in his 20s,
and I found this.
Video feed is still live.
Well, here's the camera.
- Let's find out what's
on these.
Copy that.
I don't want to.
Take off your top.
Look into the camera.
- No, Daddy,
I don't want to.
Take your top off.
Come on.
You're still Daddy's
little girl.
- Found a dead
female in the bedroom closet.
Might be the mother.
She's alive.
We need something
to cover up with.
You're all right?
Right here, right here, come on.
Get her up out of here.
Come on, sweetie.
Let's go, let's get
up out of here.
Oh, my goodness.
You're all right.
- It's the girl from
the videos, yeah.
that they're over
medicating you.
It's not very attractive
to frown so much, dear.
Lunch is in 10 minutes.
We have a couple of options,
eggplant Parmesan.
whispers
Murder.
I love murder.
whispers.. murder.
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