Psycho IV: The Beginning Page #3

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A boy's best friend is his mother.

What about your father?.

He died when I was six.

He was stung to death by bees.

They stung his eyes, his nostrils,

even the insides of his mouth.

I was worried about my mother,

seeing him lying in that box.

He looked so horrible,

they had to cover his face

with a silk handkerchief.

I felt awful sad, mainly

because of how my mother looked.

How she looked always decided

how I felt at any given moment.

And she looked so sorrowful,

all in black.

I was too shocked to laugh.

I mean, I was real ticklish,

but this time...

I couldn't help it,

I giggled out loud.

Show some respect for the dead!

As if it were my fault!

Connie called and asked me

to say they'll bring her the cake.

She said your line's been busy.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lane.

I didn't realize

it was your birthday, Norman.

I might have something for you.

That's alright. Please, don't bother.

- I don't mind being bothered.

Thank you, Mrs. Lane.

Let's get back to "Talk of the Town"

with Fran Ambrose.

Go ahead, caller. - It sounds like

I shouldn't tickle my kid,

or he'll grow up and kill me.

- Maybe we should stop here.

Don't let this guy go!

No, Ed, don't! How about telling me

some good things about your mother?.

Good things?.

She had the most beautiful hair.

She usually wore it all tight

and locked up like a schoolmarm.

But sometimes,

when we were alone...

Hair, hundreds of light-years long.

In the cosmic scheme of things,

I know little boys are small.

But some days they can be...

Some days, little boys can be...

giants.

That's beautiful... poetry.

This is Fran Ambrose,

on KTK, "Talk of the Town."

Tonight we're talking with a caller

who says he killed his mother.

Plus her boyfriend!

Did he abuse you too?.

No.

But she didn't need him.

He didn't make her life any better

than it was when all she had was...

me.

I was the man of the house.

She used to call me that.

I practically ran the motel

single-handedly by the time I was 15.

She depended on me.

Especially when she was scared.

She was scared to death

of thunder and lightning.

Norman, come over here!

No, not with those wet clothes!

Take them off!

Now hold me!

That night, I realized suddenly

that I was... I guess you could say

I had gotten

a little too big for my britches.

What's the matter with you?.

Norman?.

Norman!

What's wrong with you?. You sick?.

It's a wonder you don't have 101

exotic diseases, living in this mess!

Mother, go back to bed.

You'll catch a cold.

A lot you'd care!

Sometimes I think you loathe me.

I could never loathe you.

Why do you say that?.

Always running from me.

Just when I need you most.

On a night like...

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