Psycho III

There is no God!

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

Give me a sign.

Help me.

- Maureen? - Maureen?

- Maureen? - Maureen, where are you, dear?

Maureen, where are you?

Oh, dear God, she's up there!

Maureen?

Stay where you are, Maureen! Don't move!

- Maureen! - Maureen!

Stay where you are, Maureen!

- Stay where you are, Maureen! - Come down, Maureen!

Maureen, don't!

There is no God!

Wretched girl, how dare you?!

Get away from me!

Please, Maureen, you mustn't.

You have an obligation to Him.

I have nothing.

I am nothing!

- You can't. - No!

Wasn't your own sin great enough? You'll burn in hell for this!

You'll burn in hell!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Want a ride?

Or are you carrying the Olympic torch in that suitcase?

Wouldn't want to lose ya.

Ah, don't worry about that. I ain't born again or nothing.

Let me get some of this junk out of your way.

Jesus H. just come with this beauty when I bought her used.

I was thinking about replace Him

with one of those magnetic compasses, you know,

but I usually end up going the wrong direction anyway.

That makes two of us.

Yeah?

Water?

Thank you.

Name's Duane, by the way. Duane Duke.

Friends just call me Duke.

You could put the suitcase in the backseat if you want.

Thank you.

Hey, watch the guitar!

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Just got to watch the guitar. That's my bread and butter.

Going to L.A. to be a rock-and-roll star.

What about you? Where are you going?

What were you doing back there?

I, uh...

Car trouble?

Yes.

Yes, I had car trouble.

Oh, yeah? What kind?

Uh...

No car.

No car?!

Well, that's the worst kind.

Still don't know where you come from, though.

So?

Does that make you my father confessor?

Jesus!

I just asked you a couple of normal questions.

You'd think I accused you of murder or something.

Hey, look, it's none of my business.

You want to play mystery lady, that's fine by me.

I don't care where you come from.

Could've fallen down from the sky for all I know.

You probably did.

A little angel just tumbled off her cloud.

Well, hold on, angel. I'll get you where you're going.

Just going for a little ride here.

Get out of here!

Come on, baby. Come on.

- You all right? - Yes.

What are you doing?

This is as far as we go in this shit, honey.

But it could rain all night.

That's right.

Better get some sleep.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

You kind of slid over.

It's still raining.

Why did you do that?

Why didn't you stop me?

I didn't have time.

Oh, well, I'll give you another chance.

I'm not -- I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

Oh, yeah? Well, you could have fooled me.

Please! Please don't do that.

Well, I guess we got Him a little excited.

No!

Don't do that!

No!

Hey, hey, what's the problem, angel?

Get away from me!

Are you crazy? What the hell's wrong with you?

Get in here!

Just give me my suitcase!

Stupid bitch!

You could've been coming instead of going.

Are you really my mother?

The name Spool doesn't mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

It was Norma Bates' maiden name.

The woman you thought was your mother was my sister.

She never mentioned me, did she?

No. She didn't.

You sure you won't have a sandwich?

Pardon?

Hi there.

Be right down.

Room?

Uh, I'd love one. I don't think I could afford it, though.

You know, you ought to keep that register closed.

Somebody'll steal you blind.

Wouldn't get very far on what's in there, I'm afraid.

Business slow?

Well, you're my first customer of the day.

Or did you just stop in for directions to the interstate?

Well, there's an entrance ramp --

No, actually I was interested in that "Help Wanted" sign in the window,

but if business is bad, I...

Oh, oh, oh, no, it's -- it's not bad.

It's just -- just slow.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Well, 12 cabins, 12 vacancies.

Well, we've -- we've been closed for a while. Renovations.

But there's more life along this road than there used to be,

and -- and good prices, good service. Things'll pick up.

I've got a rebuilt ice machine

and four cabins booked for later in the week.

Fairvale High's Homecoming. Big game against Central.

I seem to be rattling on.

Yes, there is a job. Are you interested?

In money?

The only honest way I know to get it is to earn it or inherit it.

And I don't have any rich relatives about to die.

Got an application form?

Oh, that won't be necessary.

My name's Norman, Norman Bates.

Whoa!

What ya been paintin'?

Oh, I -- I'm sorry. I...

Step into the back, the parlor, while I clean up.

Said the spider to the fly.

Hmm?

Local branch of the Audubon Society?

My hobby. Stuffing things.

Have a seat, uh...

Duane. Duane Duke. Just call me Duke.

Well, I can, uh, pay you five dollars an hour, Duke.

You'd work the desk, clean rooms, make beds, empty trash,

that sort of thing.

Want some of these?

You'd be general assistant.

The work's not too hard, and you'd have lots of free time.

Assistant, huh?

Well, I'm the manager, and you'd be my assistant,

so I guess you'd be assistant manager.

You'd get a free room, of course, and work mostly days.

L...prefer the nights.

Well, I got to be straight with you, Norm.

Norman.

I'm not looking for anything long-term.

I just want to make enough bucks to get the brakes on my car fixed

and build up a little stake for LA.

I'm a singer.

But I wouldn't mind filling in until you found somebody permanent.

I just won't be staying around too long.

No one ever does.

Your cabin's down at the end.

Why don't you go unpack?

I've got to get back up to the house for a bit.

You live up there, huh?

Yeah. Me and...and myself alone.

You, uh, clear on the credit card machine?

Yeah, I used to work as a pump jockey.

- Remember, the rooms are -- -$20.95 single, $25.95 double.

I'll bring you back a couple of burgers, okay?

All right!

Still beats the hell out of me.

Just doesn't show up for work one day.

Thought you guys would've turned up some clues by now, John.

Well, her apartment's all in order. Nothing to indicate anything's wrong.

She didn't say anything to her landlord.

Well, you'd think she'd say something to me

if she was just gonna take off work for almost a month.

Emma Spool was as regular as clockwork.

I don't think she missed a day

in the seven years I've owned this dump.

I just hope nothing serious happened to the old girl.

You mean like Norman Bates?

Didn't he and Mrs. Spool work here together?

And rumor has it that he's got a weakness for older women.

Well, miss, rumors and innuendo cause that boy enough trouble.

Just what's your interest anyway?

I drove all the way from L.A. to see him.