Psycho

You never did eat your lunch, did you?

I better get back to the office.

These extended lunch hours give my boss excess acid.

Why don't you call your boss and tell him

you're taking the rest of the afternoon off?

Friday anyway, and hot.

What do I do with my free afternoon? Walk you to the airport?

Well, we could laze around here a while longer.

Checking-out time is 3:00 p.m.

Hotels of this sort aren't interested in you when you come in,

but when your time is up...

Oh, Sam, I hate having to be with you in a place like this.

I've heard of married couples who deliberately spend

an occasional night in a cheap hotel.

When you're married you can do a lot of things deliberately.

You sure talk like a girl who's been married.

Oh, Sam, this is the last time.

Yeah? For what?

For this.

For meeting you in secret so we can be secretive.

You come down here on business trips, and we steal lunch hours.

I wish you wouldn't even come.

All right. What do we do instead? Write each other lurid love letters?

Oh, I have to go, Sam.

I can come down next week.

No.

Not even just to see you? Have lunch, in public?

Oh, we can see each other. We can even have dinner.

But respectably.

In my house, with my mother's picture on the mantel

and my sister helping me broil a big steak for three.

And after the steak,

do we send sister to the movies, turn Mama's picture to the wall?

Sam!

All right.

Marion, whenever it's possible, I want to see you.

And under any circumstances, even respectability.

You make respectability sound disrespectful.

Oh, no, I'm all for it.

It requires patience, temperance, a lot of sweating out.

Otherwise, though, it's just hard work.

But if I can see you and touch you, even as simply as this, I won't mind.

I'm tired of sweating for people who aren't there.

I sweat to pay off my father's debts, and he's in his grave.

I sweat to pay my ex-wife alimony,

and she's living on the other side of the world somewhere.

I pay, too.

They also pay who meet in hotel rooms.

A couple of years and my debts will be paid off.

If she ever remarries, the alimony stops.

I haven't even been married once yet.

Yeah. But when you do, you'll swing.

Oh, Sam, let's get married.

Yeah. And live with me in a storeroom behind a hardware store in Fairvale?

We'll have lots of laughs. I'll tell you what.

When I send my ex-wife her alimony, you can lick the stamps.

I'll lick the stamps.

Marion, you want to cut this off,

go out and find yourself somebody available?

I'm thinking of it.

How could you even think a thing like that?

Don't miss your plane.

Hey, we can leave together, can't we?

I'm late and you have to put your shoes on.

Is Mr. Lowery back from lunch?

He's lunching with the man who's buying the Harris Street property.

You know, the oil lease man. That's why he's late. You got a headache?

It'll pass.

Headaches are like resolutions,

you forget them as soon as they stop hurting.

Have you got some aspirin? I've got something, not aspirin.

My mother's doctor gave them to me the day of my wedding.

Teddy was furious when he found out I'd taken tranquilizers.

Any calls?

Teddy called me. My mother called to see if Teddy called.

Oh, your sister called to say she's going to Tucson to do some buying

and she'll be gone the whole weekend and...

Wow.

It's as hot as fresh milk.

Hey, you girls ought to get your boss to air condition you up.

He can afford it today.

Marion, will you get the copies of that deed ready for Mr. Cassidy?

Yes, sir.

Tomorrow's the day, my sweet little girl.

Oh, not you. My daughter.

A baby.

And tomorrow she stands her sweet self up there and gets married away from me.

I want you to take a look at my baby.

Eighteen years old

and she never had an unhappy day in any one of those years.

Come on, Tom. My office is air conditioned.

Do you know what I do about unhappiness?

I buy it off.

Are... Are you unhappy?

Not inordinately.

I'm buying this house for my baby's wedding present.

$40,000 cash.

Now that's not buying happiness. That's just buying off unhappiness.

I never carry more than I can afford to lose.

Count them!

I declare!

I don't. That's how I get to keep it.

Tom, a cash transaction of this size is most irregular.

So what? It's my private money.

Now it's yours.

Suppose we put it in the safe,

and then Monday morning when you're feeling good...

Oh, speaking of feeling good,

where's that bottle you said was in your desk?

Uh-oh!

You know, sometimes I can keep my mouth shut.

Lowery, I am dying of thirst-aroonie.

I don't even want it in the office over the weekend.

Put it in the safe deposit box in the bank,

and we'll get him to give us a check on Monday instead.

Yes.

He was flirting with you.

I guess he must've noticed my wedding ring.

Come in.

The copies. Mr. Lowery, if you don't mind,

I'd like to go right on home after the bank.

I have a slight... You go right on home.

Because me and your boss are going out

and get ourselves a little drinking done. Right?

Of course. Do you feel ill?

Just a headache.

What you need is a weekend in Las Vegas, the playground of the world.

I'm going to spend this weekend in bed. Thank you.

Aren't you going to take the pills? They'll knock that headache out.

Can't buy off unhappiness with pills.

I guess I'll go put this money in the bank and then go home and sleep it off.

Marion, what in the world... What are you doing up here?

Of course I'm glad to see you. I always am.

What is it, Marion?

Hold it there.

In quite a hurry.

Yes. I didn't intend to sleep so long.

I almost had an accident last night from sleepiness,

so I decided to pull over.

You slept here all night?

Yes. As I said, I couldn't keep my eyes open.

There are plenty of motels in this area. You should've...

I mean, just to be safe.

I didn't intend to sleep all night. I just pulled over. Have I broken any laws?

No, ma'am.

Then I'm free to go?

Is anything wrong?

Of course not. Am I acting as if there's something wrong?

Frankly, yes.

Please, I'd like to go.

Well, is there?

Is there what?

I've told you there's nothing wrong,

except that I'm in a hurry and you're taking up my time.

Now, just a moment. Turn your motor off, please.

May I see your license?

Why?

Please.

Be with you in a second!

I'm in no mood for trouble. What?

There's an old saying. "The first customer of the day is always the most trouble."

But like I say, I'm in no mood for it,

so I'm gonna treat you so fair and square that you won't have one human reason...

Can I trade my car in and take another?

Do anything you have a mind to. Being a woman, you will. That yours?

Yes, it's... There's nothing wrong with it.

I just... Sick of the sight of it.

Why don't you have a look around here

and see if there's something that strikes your eyes.

And meanwhile, I'll have my mechanic give yours the once-over.

You want some coffee? I was just about... No, thank you.

I'm in a hurry and I just wanna make a change.

One thing people never ought to be

when they're buying used cars and that's in a hurry.

Like I said, it's too nice a day to argue. I'll shoot your car in the garage here.

That's the one I'd have picked for you myself.

How much? Go ahead.

Spin it around the block.

It looks fine.

How much would it be with my car?

You mean you don't want the usual day and a half to think it over?

You are in a hurry, aren't you? Somebody chasing you?

Of course not. Please.

Well, it's the first time the customer ever high-pressured the salesman.

I figure roughly

your car plus $700.

$700.

You always got time to argue money, huh?

All right.

I take it you can prove that car is yours.

I mean, out-of-state license and all. You got your pink slip...

I believe I have the necessary papers. Is there a ladies' room?

In the building.

Over there.

I think you better take it for a trial spin.

I don't want any bad word of mouth about California Charlie.

I'd really rather not. Can't we just settle this and...

I might as well be perfectly honest with you, ma'am.

It's not that I don't trust you, but...

But what?