Psycho III Page #3

for any murder in the area.

You're not going, Norman?

I'd like to talk to you again.

You're not going to stiff us, Norman?

Excuse me. Could you tell me,

is there a cheap place to stay here?

Hello, angel.

You work here?

It's called suffering for one's art.

I'm sorry about last night.

I was a little road-weary.

I'm glad you didn't drown.

I'm so very tired.

You won't find another place close.

Oon't worry. Aside from total boredom,

nothing will happen to you here.

Maureen Coil. Pretty name.

How much?

- For a single, $25.95.

There you go, angel.

Enjoy your stay.

Your type, Norm?

- You gave her Cabin 1.

Makes it kind of cosy.

Clean her up a little,

she'll look pretty good.

Put me closer to the window.

- Someone will see you, Mother.

Are you ashamed of me?

You know why, Mother. They've

even written about you in the paper.

Stop your whining, boy.

All this fuss over nothing.

Not nothing. I saw her.

Even the initials on the suitcase.

M.C., Marion Crane.

Another of your cheap,

erotic delusions.

You killed her.

The slut deserved it. But she's dead.

And the dead don't come back.

You came back.

- I never went away.

Oon't you know that by now?

You can't get rid of me.

I'll always be with you, Norman.

Always.

Stand up straight and

wipe your snotty little nose.

If the disgusting little whore upsets

you so much, just get rid of her.

No!

Then maybe I will.

You have an obligation, Maureen.

Maureen, don't!

There is no God.

Please Maureen, you mustn't.

Get away. You'll burn in hell.

You have an obligation.

I have nothing.

I am nothing.

What'll it be?

- Give me a beer.

Hi.

I'm Ouane.

- No kidding?

Any objections

to a guy buying you a drink?

I got a drink.

- So have another.

You got a limit?

- Only to my patience.

You don't have to call me Ouane.

- No, I don't. - Friends call me Ouke.

I had a dog named Ouke once.

- Really?

Scratch my belly, my leg'll shake.

- I hated the mutt.

Keep the matches, lady. You need 'em.

You're as warm as a cry for help.

Just a minute. Ouke. Ah, Ouane.

Whatever. I'm easy.

- I've noticed.

You staying there?

- Working there.

Even better.

Let's sit down. I'll buy.

Help.

Help me!

Miserere mei, Oeus.

Miserere mei, Oeus.

Forgive me.

I figured Bates was a geek.

But a full-fledged loony tune?

You think he offed this Spool broad?

- Well, he acted pretty weird.

But then he's pretty a weird guy.

- No sh*t.

So you'll pay me for...

- Anything I can use. - How about:

A girl checked in this afternoon.

Nice looker, too. When Norman saw her,

he kind of freaked.

Strolling down memory lane.

Are you leaving so soon?

- I'm afraid so.

Oon't you want to work this off

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