Psycho III Page #4

in trade? I'll credit your account.

You shouldn't rely so much

on that face and those pearly whites,

because come-ons like that

could get them punched out.

Forgive me.

You're alright.

You're in St. Matthew's Hospital.

I'm Father Brian.

I'm the resident psychiatrist.

Maureen,

do you know who saved you?

Mary.

I'm sure she had a hand in it.

But there was someone else.

You ought to be real proud, Norman.

- Yes, it was very heroic.

How do you happen to be here?

- Just my dumb luck.

I saw the ambulance leaving the motel

and wanted to see what was up.

Must've been disappointing for you.

- How did Norman find out?

Towels. - Towels.

- Yes, he took her some fresh towels.

Now I do know my job, Ms. Vanderbilt.

- Mr. Bates, she wants to see you.

I wouldn't pick out a silverware

pattern just yet, sheriff.

You found me, Mr. Bates.

Norman.

My name's Maureen.

I just wanted to thank you

for what you did.

I can't have that going on

in my motel. It gives it a bad name.

Please don't take it the wrong way,

Marion. I'm sorry, I mean, Maureen.

I'm sorry.

- I did leave the bathroom a mess.

I've seen it worse.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to be such a bother.

Oh, you're no bother.

No bother at all.

People should look out

for each other, don't you think?

Sometimes we get lost.

But if there'd only been someone

to help us understand,

then maybe we wouldn't do

some of the sad, awful things we do.

You're very kind.

You should rest.

Oo you have somewhere to go

when you get out?

If you want, you can stay

at the motel until you're better.

FOC, of course. Free of charge.

As long as you like. It's never full.

It would give you

a chance to sort things out.

Why are you so kind to me?

You remind me of someone I knew once.

You don't know me.

After the way you found me,

you must think I'm mad.

- No, no.

We all go a little mad, sometimes.

But sometimes...

the despair is just so overwhelming,

that all you want is for it to stop.

I'd like to stay at your motel

for a few days, if you don't mind.

I'm glad you're safe.

- Thank you.

Thank you for looking out for me.

Sure.

You were down there, Mother.

Weren't you?

I'm glad she didn't die. I'm glad.

She will.

Oon't you touch her. Never!

Be quiet or someone will hear us.

- Let them.

Let them hear.

- They sure like the TV up loud.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I usually keep this locked

when no one's here.

Mommy's little helper. Very sweet.

You always watch TV so loud?

Oh, the TV, yeah.

Who are you?

A friend of Ouke's?

- We're getting to know each other.

Why don't you come and

join our party?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

Too bad. Thanks for looking after me.

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