Psycho II Page #2

What about your parents?

Uh, couldn't you

stay with them?

They're in Portland.

And they don't care

what happens to me, anyway.

Oh, uh, I own a motel

not too far from here.

And you'd be welcome

to spend the night

in one of the empty rooms

if you'd like.

F-FOC, of course.

What?

Free of charge.

Oh.

But no, that's very nice of

you but I don't wanna impose.

You wouldn't be imposing.

Co-workers ought to help each

other out, don't you think?

You know what, you covered for me

today when I broke that pie plate.

Yeah.

I figured you'd get into more

trouble for it than I would.

You're not kidding.

I've been working there four days and

I've broken a dozen dishes already.

You sure it's all right

if I stay at your motel?

Absolutely.

Come on, let's get going.

It looks like rain.

Well, we almost made it.

You didn't get

too wet, did you?

No, I'm all right.

Oh.

Do you own all this?

Oh, yeah.

Well, it isn't much,

but I'll get it

fixed up eventually.

Well, let me

get you a room key.

Mr. Toomey.

Why don't you wait here

while I check the room?

Uh, just to make sure

the linen's fresh.

What you thinking about

stealing something?

There's no reason to be scared,

sweetheart. I manage this dump.

What do you want, a room?

Norman's already

getting me one, thank you.

You're with Bates?

Well, uh, you must be

Norman Bates.

I'm Warren Toomey.

Mary, why don't you

go up to the house?

The... The front door

is open.

Is something wrong

with the room?

No. Just... Just... Just... Just...

Just go up and wait for me, okay?

Look,

it doesn't matter...

Look, just do

as I say, okay?

She's pretty cute.

Where'd you find her?

What's this stuff?

I'd say it was drugs.

What about

the occupied cabins?

Is that what's going on

in there, too?

Yeah.

Boy, this town.

If it isn't the parents,

it's the kids.

I caught a couple of them

screwin' in the basement

of your house up there

last week.

Of course,

I threw them right out.

Can you believe that?

What kind of a motel

are you running here?

The kind that makes money.

People come here to party.

They stay a few hours

and then they leave.

What more can you ask from a motel

so far from the beaten track, huh?

You're fired.

Hey, you can't fire me.

I was hired by the hospital.

This State has no claim on me

or my property anymore.

And neither do you.

I want you

out of here tomorrow.

Yeah, well, why don't you try

putting me out, Mr. Whacko, hmm?

I'd like to see that.

I won't have to.

I'll just go to the police.

I'm sure they'd be very

interested in what's going on here,

especially the drugs.

Tomorrow, Mr. Toomey.

And don't rent out any more

rooms in this motel. No more.

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