Secrets of a Psychopath Page #2

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Psychology instructor.

That's great. Where?

Dark secret?

What? Where do you teach?

Your new job is a more

interesting topic.

Have you lived here long?

All my life.

It's kind of nice.

You know, the town, I mean.

You think it feels ancient, is

that what you mean?

Hm. That is what you mean.

Well,

after you live here for a while,

you'll start to like it here.

I haven't gotten the job yet.

People don't know what their

future holds, do they?

I think maybe I won't. I

mean... perhaps.

What are you trying to say?

Your town...

your town frightens me.

You'll grow to love it. I

promise you.

I don't see your friend's car.

I picked him up at the office

and brought him here.

After the meeting I'll drive

you both back.

Why don't you wait here while

I go get Harold?

My sister Catherine is probably

showing off her prized

geraniums.

Never misses a chance to do

it. I'll be back.

Oh, my God. Dead.

All dead. They're all dead.

My name's Helen.

My apartment's only a couple

blocks away.

Would you like to come over

for a drink?

My car's a half-block away.

I'll go get the coffee.

Actually... do you have

cookies and milk?

So do you live here alone?

With my roommate, Georgette.

She's really nice.

I mean, really.

Why are you still standing?

Oh.

We've been living together for

about a year now,

and we get along just great.

Actually, she's the only truly

beautiful person I know.

On the inside.

Know what I mean? Yeah.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

So, um, why did you go to that

movie tonight?

You like to watch movies where

guys race cars?

Actually, no, I don't like any

of that stuff.

But I had nothing to do,

so... who knows why I would

watch something I don't like.

Why do they race cars anyway?

The guys in the cars?

Well, I mean,

guys who race cars like that in the movies and real

life usually are hung up on trying to prove something,

you know what I mean?

Proving what?

Oh, I don't know. Their

masculinity I suppose.

Or... or maybe trying to cover

up for some insecurity

during their formative years.

Wow.

You know a lot about psychology.

Did you study it in school?

Psychology, I mean.

Well, I read every book I can

get my hands on. You know?

Because it's really interesting.

You start to understand why people behave

the way they do. Well, why do they?

Behave like they do?

Well, because they're programmed

that way from their past years.

You know? And then it just

becomes like a computer.

People start just behaving

that way

because of their programming.

So there's nothing we can do

about it?

Mm. Very difficult to change.

Especially when some if it

becomes a compulsion.

Well, I have a lot of really

silly compulsions

like not stepping on a crack

in a sidewalk.

No matter what, I just can't

do it.

Step in a crack.

You know what I mean?

Is there anything from your past

that's f***ing you up nowadays?

Um...

Was there?

Would you like to kiss me?

What?

Kiss me. Would you like to?

Uh...

You're afraid of me, aren't you?

Of course not.

Then why won't you kiss me?

It's just that I like to work

up to it, okay?

Is there anything wrong with

that?

Foreplay for a kiss?

God, you really are something.

Oh, God...

I'm just not used to girls being so

aggressive, you know?

And it frightens you.

And it frightens you.

No, no, no, no.

How many times do I have to

remind you

that you're my sister,

Catherine?

Aren't the two children I've

given you enough?

Oh, Henry.

Why do you torture yourself

trying to have sex

with these girls?

And failing over and over?

When you know I'm the only

woman you can have sex with.

Oh, yeah...

It's getting late.

So why don't we call it a

night, okay?

No. No. No, please just give

me one more

I can't. The door's over there.

The one you came in.

Please go.

No...

You've got to go, Paul.

You have class.

I promise you can kick me out

in eight minutes.

Tomorrow night, okay?

I'll stay in, I'll make

dinner... bye.

I'm all yours tomorrow night!

Helen? Helen? Helen? Oh, God.

Shhh.

You're going to kill me,

aren't you? Like my roommate?

No. Why would I do that?

I like you.

What happened to your roommate

was an accident.

Please let me go. Please.

You like it? Huh?

It really is a nice place once

you get used to it.

You know, my sister Catherine

and I, we grew up here in our childhood.

Now, the place does need a few touches,

but we can get to that

afterwards.

What do you mean afterwards?

After the wedding.

Didn't I tell you?

We're going to be married.

Oh, my God.

You're insane!

Dear God... dear God, please.

Please. Help me.

Good morning, Georgette.

How do you feel this morning?

Hm.

You're not being fair with me.

You know that, right?

You're angry because of what

happened with your roommate.

Well... you'll come to see

that there was no other way.

And then you'll grow to like

me and we'll be married.

Please, let me go.

I won't tell anyone about you.

I won't. Tell anyone about me?

What could you tell about me?

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Anyone who understands will

see that.

I...

I am trying to work things out

in my head.

Do you understand what I'm

saying?

What do you mean w-work things

out?

With my problems.

With... girls?

He won't kill her, will he

Lieutenant?

If he wanted to kill her he

would have done it already.

Like he roommate.

Instead of taking her away.

I don't know, is that what you

think?

Hey, hey. Don't get any God

damned ideas

like I had anything to do with

it.

I love Georgette.

We're going to get married

when I graduate from med school.

How long have you known her?

Little more than a year.

How well did you know the dead

girl?

A little.

She was around a lot when I

came for Georgette.

Meet any of her friends?

Every once in a while she'd

have some guy over.

I don't think I ever saw any

of them more than once.

What type of man did she seem

to prefer?

Any guy with, uh, something

between his legs.

But your girl was different?

I told you we were going to

get married, didn't I?

Yeah. You told me that.

You know, if I hadn't come

back here again today, you guys

would only have each other to

ask these brilliant questions.

Is that what they teach you in

med school?

Hi. Uh, I'm Mr. Borden.

Um... this is the Henry Foster

house isn't it?

Well, I'd like to see my

daughter please.

Your daughter?

Yes. My daughter, Grace.

She got married here a little

while back.

I found this letter with all the

details in her things, and...

Oh, yeah.

She was supposed to marry my

brother.

He's still very upset about

it, so if you're here

to apologize for her you're

wasting your time.

He doesn't need your sympathy.

I-I-I don't understand.

She never showed up.

And just between you and me,

don't you think a computer

is a pretty sleazy way

to meet the person you're

going to spend your life with?

My Grace is a good girl.

Of course she was.

A nice person.

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