Psycho III Page #5

See you around, maybe.

Oh my God.

Maybe!

Hey,

watch the guitar.

Oh God, don't tell me you're of those

who farts, rolls over and sleeps.

I picked you up in a bar.

What, you want to get married?

You shithead!

I got to get up for work soon.

Just go home.

How?

You brought me out here.

Here's the cab fare.

Phone book's on the table.

You make it all sound so cheap.

- It is, but it beats a vibrator.

Yeah?

At least a vibrator gets me off.

Use the payphone, b*tch.

- Ouch. Let go!

Give me my clothes. Bastard!

You f***ing idiot!

Oh sh*t.

No! Help!

We're unable to complete

your call as dialed.

Please hang up and dial again.

Mother! Oh God, Mother!

Blood, blood!

Up early, huh?

When I was young, my parents

always made all my decisions.

Becoming a nun was my idea.

But as my final vows grew closer,

it became so frightening.

I began to dwell upon things

that I would never know.

What things?

Hungers for the flesh, Father.

It's perfectly normal.

Sister Catherine said

it was bad, and...

if my faith were strong enough,

that I wouldn't have evil thoughts.

Why didn't you just leave the

novitiate rather than be tormented?

But the Church teaches us

to endure suffering.

It also teaches us

that suicide is a sin.

I knew it was wrong, Father.

I was afraid...

to face the consequences of my sins.

Maureen, it seems that only you

have given up on yourself, not God.

Why else would he have twice saved you

from your own desperateness?

The other night,

as I lay there,

I saw the Virgin standing above me.

A halo of white light was about her,

and she held a shiny, silver crucifix.

Her arms were outstretched

as if she were beckoning me.

Oh Father, what did she want of me?

What about this? - Maybe she got

change for the phone or cigarettes.

It might help if you knew her name.

- Forgot to ask.

It usually comes after "Hi, I'm Ouane,

but you can call me Ouke. "

I'm more interested in those voices

you heard up at the house.

Maybe voices.

It could have been a TV or a radio.

Quite a crowd!

- Yeah, homecoming weekend.

They're celebrating the big victory.

The game's not until tonight.

Where are you going? - You said

he's at the hospital picking her up.

Yeah. But what if he comes back?

You don't know a thing.

Fairvale or Central? Come on!

Where are you from? - Fairvale.

Too bad. Hope you don't mind losing.

Ms. Vanderbilt!

After you check in, come down to 4.

There's a party. We gonna beat you.

Ms. Vanderbilt, are you looking

for something? - Just you.

Hoping we can finish our little chat.

- Your chats end up sounding

more like interrogations.

- Another time? - No.

And please, don't come back.

Oh, Norman. How sweet of you.

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