Psycho III

There is no God!

Forgive me.

Give me a sign.

Help me.

Maureen. Maureen, where are you, dear?

Maureen, where are you?

Oh dear God. She's up there.

Maureen!

Stay where you are!

Oon't move!

Stay where you are.

- Come down!

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 red enough?

You'll burn in hell for this!

You'll burn in hell!

Maureen!

Want a ride? Or do you have

the Olympic torch in the suitcase?

Wouldn't want to lose ya.

Oon't worry.

I ain't born again or nothing.

I'll get this junk out of your way.

Jesus just come with it

when I bought her used.

I wanted to replace it

with a magnetic compass,

but you usually end up

going the wrong direction anyway.

That makes two of us.

- Yeah?

Water?

- Thank you.

Name's Ouane Ouke, by the way.

Friends just call me Ouke.

Put the suitcase in the back seat.

- Thank you.

Hey, watch the guitar!

- I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Just watch out. It's my life.

Going to LA to be a rock-n-roll star.

What about you? Where you going?

What were you doing back there?

- I...

Car trouble?

- Yes. I had car trouble.

What kind?

Ah, no car.

- No car? That's the worst kind.

Still don't know where you come from.

- So?

Are you my Father confessor?

- Jesus,

I was just asking! You act as if

I accused you of murder or something.

Hey, it's none of my business.

Play mystery lady if you want.

I don't care where you come from.

Could've fallen from the sky.

A little angel

just tumbled off her cloud.

Well, hold on angel,

I'll get you where you're going.

Get out of here!

Come on, baby.

You alright?

- Yes.

What are you doing? - It's 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.

- I'll give you another chance.

I'm not very good at this.

- You could have fooled me.

Please don't!

Oh, well, I guess

we got him a little excited.

Oon't!

No!

What's the problem, angel?

Get away from me!

Are you crazy? Get in here!

- Give me my suitcase.

Stupid bitch!

You could've been coming

instead of going.

Are you really my mother?

- The name Spool means nothing 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.

You sure you won't have a sandwich?

Pardon?

Hi there.

Be right down.

Room?

I'd love one,

but I don't think I can afford it.

You should keep the register closed.

Somebody'll steal you blind.

Wouldn't get them very far.

- Business slow?

You're my first customer of the day.

Or did you just need directions?

I was actually interested in the sign.

But if business is bad...

No, it's not bad, just slow.

Well, 12 cabins, 12 vacancies...

We've been closed for a while.

Renovations.

But life's picking up along here.

Good prices, good service.

Things'll pick up.

I've got a rebuilt ice machine,

and 4 cabins booked for this week.

Fairvale High's Homecoming.

Big game against Central.

I'm rattling on.

Yes, there is a job. Interested?

In money? The only honest way

to get it is to earn it or inherit it.

And I don't have any rich relatives.

Got an application form?

Not necessary. My name is Norman,

Norman Bates.

What'ya been painting?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Step into the back while I clean up.

- Said the spider to the fly.

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