There is no God!
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me.
Give me a sign.
Help me.
- Maureen? - Maureen?
- Maureen, where are you, dear?
Maureen, where are you?
Oh, dear God, she's up there!
Maureen?
Stay where you are, Maureen! Don't move!
- Maureen! - Maureen!
Stay where you are, Maureen!
- Stay where you are, Maureen! - Come down, Maureen!
Maureen, don't!
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 great enough? You'll burn in hell for this!
You'll burn in hell!
Maureen!
Want a ride?
Or are you carrying the Olympic torch in that suitcase?
Wouldn't want to lose ya.
Ah, don't worry about that. I ain't born again or nothing.
Let me get some of this junk out of your way.
Jesus H. just come with this beauty when I bought her used.
I was thinking about replace Him
with one of those magnetic compasses, you know,
but I usually end up going the wrong direction anyway.
That makes two of us.
Yeah?
Water?
Thank you.
Name's Duane, by the way. Duane Duke.
Friends just call me Duke.
You could put the suitcase in the backseat if you want.
Thank you.
Hey, watch the guitar!
I'm sorry.
No harm done.
Just got to watch the guitar. That's my bread and butter.
Going to L.A. to be a rock-and-roll star.
What about you? Where are you going?
What were you doing back there?
- I, uh...
Car trouble?
Yes.
Yes, I had car trouble.
Oh, yeah? What kind?
Uh...
No car.
No car?!
Well, that's the worst kind.
Still don't know where you come from, though.
So?
Does that make you my father confessor?
Jesus!
I just asked you a couple of normal questions.
You'd think I accused you of murder or something.
Hey, look, it's none of my business.
You want to play mystery lady, that's fine by me.
I don't care where you come from.
Could've fallen down from the sky for all I know.
You probably did.
A little angel just tumbled off her cloud.
Well, hold on, angel. I'll get you where you're going.
Just going for a little ride here.
Get out of here!
Come on, baby. Come on.
- You all right? - Yes.
What are you doing?
This is 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.
Oh, well, I'll give you another chance.
I'm not -- I'm not very good at this sort of thing.
Oh, yeah? Well, you could have fooled me.
Please! Please don't do that.
Well, I guess we got Him a little excited.
No!
Don't do that!
No!
Hey, hey, what's the problem, angel?
Get away from me!
Are you crazy? What the hell's wrong with you?
Get in here!
Just give me my suitcase!
Stupid bitch!
You could've been coming instead of going.
Are you really my mother?
The name Spool doesn't mean anything 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. She didn't.
You sure you won't have a sandwich?
Pardon?
Hi there.
Be right down.
Room?
Uh, I'd love one. I don't think I could afford it, though.
You know, you ought to keep that register closed.
Somebody'll steal you blind.
Wouldn't get very far on what's in there, I'm afraid.
Business slow?
Well, you're my first customer of the day.
Or did you just stop in for directions to the interstate?
Well, there's an entrance ramp --
No, actually I was interested in that "Help Wanted" sign in the window,
but if business is bad, I...
Oh, oh, oh, no, it's -- it's not bad.
It's just -- just slow.
Oh, yeah. Yeah. Well, 12 cabins, 12 vacancies.
Well, we've -- we've been closed for a while. Renovations.
But there's more life along this road than there used to be,
and -- and good prices, good service. Things'll pick up.
I've got a rebuilt ice machine
and four cabins booked for later in the week.
Fairvale High's Homecoming. Big game against Central.
I seem to be rattling on.
Yes, there is a job. Are you interested?
In money?
The only honest way I know to get it is to earn it or inherit it.
And I don't have any rich relatives about to die.
Got an application form?
Oh, that won't be necessary.
My name's Norman, Norman Bates.
Whoa!
What ya been paintin'?
Oh, I -- I'm sorry. I...
Step into the back, the parlor, while I clean up.
Said the spider to the fly.
Hmm?
Local branch of the Audubon Society?
My hobby. Stuffing things.
Have a seat, uh...
Duane. Duane Duke. Just call me Duke.
Well, I can, uh, pay you five dollars an hour, Duke.
You'd work the desk, clean rooms, make beds, empty trash,
that sort of thing.
Want some of these?
You'd be general assistant.
The work's not too hard, and you'd have lots of free time.
Assistant, huh?
Well, I'm the manager, and you'd be my assistant,
so I guess you'd be assistant manager.
You'd get a free room, of course, and work mostly days.
L...prefer the nights.
Well, I got to be straight with you, Norm.
Norman.
I'm not looking for anything long-term.
I just want to make enough bucks to get the brakes on my car fixed
and build up a little stake for LA.
I'm a singer.
But I wouldn't mind filling in until you found somebody permanent.
I just won't be staying around too long.
No one ever does.
Your cabin's down at the end.
Why don't you go unpack?
I've got to get back up to the house for a bit.
You live up there, huh?
Yeah. Me and...and myself alone.
You, uh, clear on the credit card machine?
Yeah, I used to work as a pump jockey.
- Remember, the rooms are -- -$20.95 single, $25.95 double.
I'll bring you back a couple of burgers, okay?
All right!
Still beats the hell out of me.
Just doesn't show up for work one day.
Thought you guys would've turned up some clues by now, John.
Well, her apartment's all in order. Nothing to indicate anything's wrong.
She didn't say anything to her landlord.
Well, you'd think she'd say something to me
if she was just gonna take off work for almost a month.
Emma Spool was as regular as clockwork.
I don't think she missed a day
in the seven years I've owned this dump.
I just hope nothing serious happened to the old girl.
You mean like Norman Bates?
Didn't he and Mrs. Spool work here together?
And rumor has it that he's got a weakness for older women.
Well, miss, rumors and innuendo cause that boy enough trouble.
Just what's your interest anyway?
I drove all the way from L.A. to see him.
What about? You another relative of somebody he killed?
I don't think that's really any business of yours, Sheriff.
Well, the peace of this community is my business, young lady.
Then, until I've broken some law, lay off the third degree, huh?
Why can't you just leave the poor slob alone?
What are you guys, his fan club?
No. We just believe in giving people a second chance, lady.
What Norman did was a long time ago,
and he paid the price.
Depends on who you ask.
Twenty years in the bughouse is paying the price, girly.
And anyway, guy's okay now.
When he worked here,
he was always on time and he did his job.
Gee, let's make him Employee of the Month!
Go ahead and talk smart, lady,
but the guy just wants to be left alone in peace.
Now, look.
Norman Bates has had enough garbage dumped on him.
Just leave him...
Afternoon, Sheriff.
...alone.
- Mrs. Dudley. - What'll it be, Norman?
Chicken fried steak is good today.
All right, and -- and a glass of milk, please,
and a couple of burgers to go.
I'm warning you, I don't want trouble.
Then, let go of my arm or I'll holler police brutality.
Mind if I join you, Mr. Bates?
Venable. Tracy Venable.
Thanks, Myrna.
- Coastal Reports? - I write for them sometimes.
If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Uh, I mind.
- Look, Mr. Bates -- - Norman.
I'm doing an article on the insanity defense
and the rehabilitation of mentally ill murderers.
A lot of people think that they can't be rehabilitated
and shouldn't be allowed back on the streets,
that there shouldn't be an insanity defense.
We always hear the objections of the victims and their relatives,
but, in a way,
murderers who can't help themselves are victims, too.
Your point of view would be important to me.
If this lady's bothering you, Norman, I'll have her leave.
Isn't your coffee break about over, Sheriff?
Anything else, Norman?
So, what do you think?
- About? - What we were just saying.
I mean, Norman, you were incarcerated for 20 years.
Twenty-two.
Right. For 22 years, you were locked away someplace.
Now, the state says you're sane. You paid your debt.
Then, Lila Loomis starts to persecute you.
Because of what happened to her sister.
Yes.
Marion Crane, right?
Norman?
- Right. - But that was 20 years ago.
Twenty-two.
A long time for someone to harbor revenge.
Aren't you the least bitter
about what Lila Loomis tried to do to you?
I understand.
My cure couldn't cure the hurt I caused.
My return to sanity didn't return the dead.
There's no way to make up that loss.
The past is never really past.
It stays with me all the time.
And no matter how hard I try, I -- I can't really escape.
It's always there... throbbing inside you,
coloring your perceptions of the world and sometimes controlling them.
But that's my point, Norman.
You aren't without conscience. You live with guilt and torment.
You punish yourself all the time.
Why does the rest of society have to?
Take Mrs. Spool's disappearance.
What if some well-meaning citizen
got the idea that you had something to do with it?
I'm not upsetting you, am I Norman?
All this talk about Mrs. Spool is only hypothetical.
What's yours, babe?
I was only using her as an example of how people might,
given your past history,
tend to automatically blame you for any murder in the area.
You're not going, are you Norman?
I'd like to talk to you again.
Oh, whoa, whoa.
Now, you're not gonna stiff us, are you, Norman?
Excuse me.
Could you tell me,
is there an inexpensive place to spend the night around here?
Hello, angel.
You work here?
It's called suffering for one's art.
Look, I'm sorry about last night. I was a little road weary.
I'm glad you didn't drown.
I'm so very tired.
Well, you won't find another place close.
Look, don't worry.
Aside from total boredom, nothing's gonna happen to you here.
Come on.
Maureen Coyle.
That's a 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 cozy, huh?
Clean her up a little. She looked 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 newspaper.
Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing.
Not nothing.
I -- I saw her.
Even the initials on her suitcase.
M.C., Marion Crane.
Another of your cheap, erotic delusions
out of your cheap, erotic imagination.
You killed her.
The slut deserved it.
But she's dead, and the dead don't come back.
Y-You came back.
I never went away. Don'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 is going to upset you so much,
just get rid of her.
No!
Then, maybe I will.
- Stay where you are, Maureen! -You have an obligation to Him.
- Maureen, don't! -You'll burn in hell for this.
There is no God!
- Come down this instant. -Come down!
- Get away from me! -You'll burn in hell.
- Please, Maureen, you mustn't. -You'll burn in hell.
You have an obligation to Him.
I have nothing.
I am nothing!
It's a real good hair salon.
It's not gonna be cheap.
What'Il it be?
Give me a beer.
Hi.
I'm Duane.
No kidding?
Any objections to a guy trying to buy 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 Duane if you don't like.
I don't have to call you at all.
Friends call me Duke.
I had a dog named Duke once.
Really?
Well, scratch my belly. My leg'll shake.
I hated the mutt.
Just keep the matches, lady. You need 'em.
You're about as warm as a cry for help.
Hey, just a minute. Duke? Uh, Duane?
Whatever. I'm easy.
I've noticed.
You staying there?
Working there.
Even better.
Let's sit down.
I'll buy you a drink.
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"Help me!
- Help!
- Stay with it! -Help me! Please!
- Going under!
- Help!
- Someone help me!
- Please help me! Please!
- Help!
"Help me!
- No! Please help me!
"Help me!
- Please help me!
"Help me!
Forgive me.
Jeez, I figured Bates was a geek, but a full-fledged loony tune?
You think he offed this Spool broad?
Well, he acted pretty weird this morning
when I brought the subject up,
but, then, Norman's a pretty weird-acting guy.
No shit.
- So, you'll pay me for, uh -- - Anything I can use.
How about this?
Checked a girl in this afternoon. Nice looker, too.
When ol' Norman saw her, he kind of freaked.
Guess he was strolling down memory lane.
What, are you leaving so soon?
I'm afraid so.
Wouldn't rather work some of this off in trade?
I'll credit your account.
You know, you really shouldn't rely so much
on that pretty face and those pearly whites,
'cause come-ons like that could get them both punched out.
Then you'd be left with only your charm.
- Hi. - Hi.
Forgive me.
You're all right. You're in St. Matthew's Hospital.
I'm Father Brian.
I'm the resident psychiatrist.
Maureen, do you know who saved you?
Mary.
The Virgin Mary.
Well, 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 of you.
Well, how do you happen to be here?
Oh, just my dumb luck, I'm afraid.
I was passing by the motel and saw the ambulance leaving
and decided to see what was up.
Must have been disappointed when you found out.
How did Norman find out?
- Towels. - Towels.
Yes, he was bringing some fresh towels to her room.
Now, I do know my job, Ms. Venable.
Oh, Mr. Bates, she would like to see you.
I wouldn't go pick out a silverware pattern just yet, Sheriff.
You're the one who found me, Mr. Bates.
Norman.
My name's Maureen.
I just wanted to thank you for what you did.
Well, I can't have that sort of thing going on in my motel.
Gives the place a bad name.
Oh, oh! Please don't take that the wrong way, Marion. I'm sorry.
Uh, I mean, Maureen.
I'm sorry.
I guess 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 -- you're no bother. No bother at all.
Anyway, people should look out for each other, don't you think?
I mean, we sometimes get lost,
but if there'd only been someone looking out for us
to help us understand,
maybe we wouldn't do some of the sad, awful things we do.
You're very kind.
I should let you rest.
Do you have somewhere to go when you get out?
If you -- If you want, you can stay at the motel until you're better.
F.O.C., of course. Free of charge.
We're never full. You can stay as long as you like.
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.
But you don't know me.
After the way you found me, you must think I've gone mad.
No.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
It's just that...
that sometimes...
the despair...
it's just so overwhelming
that all you want -- you just want it -- you just want it to stop.
I'd like to stay at your motel for a few days
if you really don't mind.
I'm glad you're safe.
Thank you.
Thank you for looking out for me.
Sure.
You were down there, weren't you, Mother?
Weren't you?!
I'm glad she didn't die. I'm glad.
She will.
Don't you touch her! Don't you ever touch her!
Don't sass me, boy.
- Be quiet or someone will hear us. - Let them.
Let them hear.
They sure like their TV up loud, don't they?
Uh, oh, I'm -- I'm sorry.
You Okay?
Yeah.
I usually keep this thing locked
when there's no one staying down here.
Oh.
Mama's little helper.
You're very sweet.
Are you the guy who plays his TV up so loud?
Huh?
Oh, the TV, yeah. Yeah.
Who are you? A friend of Duke's?
We're getting to know each other.
So, why don't you come down and join our party?
Oh, no. No, thanks.
Too bad.
Thanks for looking after me.
See you around, maybe.
Oh, my God.
Maybe!
Hey.
Watch the guitar.
Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those guys
who farts, rolls over, and then goes to sleep.
I picked you up in a bar after one lousy drink.
What, do you want to get married?
- You shitheel! - Look!
I got to get up for work soon, so why don't you just go home, huh?
How? You brought me out here.
Here's cab fare. Phone book's on the table.
Jesus. You make it all sound so cheap.
It is, but it beats a vibrator.
Yeah? Well, at least a vibrator gets me off.
Use the pay phone, bitch.
No! Let go!
Give me my clothes, you bastard!
Oh, God.
You fuckin'...
Oh, shit.
No! Help me!
No! No!
No!
Ow!
Ow! Please!
Mother! Oh, God, Mother!
Blood! Blood!
Up early, huh?
When I was young,
my decisions had always been made for me by my parents.
Becoming a nun was my idea.
But as I grew closer to taking my final vows...
it became so frightening.
I began to dwell upon things that I would never know.
What things?
Hungers for the flesh, Father.
Such desires are perfectly normal.
Sister Catherine said it was bad
and that 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 by your own uncertainties?
But doesn't the Church teach us that we must 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 own sins.
Maureen, it seems to me
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 was holding a shiny -- a shiny, silver crucifix.
And 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 for cigarettes or something.
It might help if you knew the girl's name.
Forgot to ask.
It's supposed to come
right after "Hi, I'm Duane, but you can call me Duke."
Look, I'm more interested in those voices you heard
up at the house.
Maybe voices. 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 was at the hospital picking up the girl, didn't ya?
Yeah.
Yeah! But what if he comes back?
You don't know anything about it.
Fairvale or Central, huh?
Come on! Fairvale or Central? Where are you from?
- Fairvale. - Oh, too bad.
Too bad. Hope you don't mind losin'.
Ms. Venable!
Hey! After you check in, come on down to 4.
We're having a party. And, hey, we are gonna beat your ass!
Ms. Venable!
Are you looking for something?
Just you.
Hoping we could finish our little chat.
Your little chats end up sounding more like interrogations.
Some other time, perhaps?
No. And, please, don't come back here again.
Oh, Norman, how sweet of you.
You had them cleaned.
Well, they were a little wrinkled and wet.
And a little out of style, too.
Oh... Oh, no.
Conservative clothes never go out of style.
I especially like that one.
You'd look swell in that tonight.
I think Mrs. Spool said she had a son once,
but if so, he never visited her,
and God knows she never went anywhere.
Never went out, huh?
Just work. Real homebody.
Oh, and listen. I've got a backed-up toilet in 6 --
Mind if I stay here and snoop a bit?
Oh, why should I mind, sweetheart?
It's already been a parade through here
with cops and everything.
You can rent it for all I care.
Spoolie's rent was two weeks past due.
How much for just a couple of hours?
Thanks.
You don't know what a pleasure it is
to see a woman in this building without blue hair and varicose veins.
Just close the door when you leave.
Sure thing.
Bates Motel.
Hello?
- Hello?
I'm going now. I won't be out late.
Mother?
She's a nice girl.
- I've never drunk this much before. - Me neither.
My mother never allowed liquor in the house.
What shall we toast to this time?
Happiness.
Would you like to dance?
Oh, no. No.
No, I couldn't.
Oh, it's very easy. My mother taught me.
Come on.
I feel woozy.
It'll make you light on your feet.
Norman, I feel silly.
Nothing wrong in that.
Now, just follow me. I go forward, you go back.
Slow, slow, quick, quick.
See? You just learned your basic box step.
Slow, slow, quick, quick.
Slow, slow, quick.
Oh, well. They say the wet look is coming back.
So, how's the party going, Duke?
It's cool, Norm. Everything's under control.
Do you mind hanging on for a while?
Hey, it's your overtime.
Who turned on the lights?!
Chug, chug, chug"-
Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug...
Go for it!
You have to do it again!
- Go. - Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug...
What's wrong?
I must have had too much to drink.
I just thought I saw a woman up in your house.
It's okay, Duke. You can go ahead and take off.
Whatever you say, boss.
Sorry, I can't offer you anything to drink.
Oh, that -- that's okay.
- Except water. - No, that -- that's fine.
Gee, they're pretty loud.
Yeah.
Norman, I had a very special time tonight.
Oh, me -- me, too.
Thank you.
Uh, I should go.
Because of her?
Who?
That lady that you said I remind you of.
Did she mean a lot to you?
Oh, oh...
we -- we weren't, um...
It -- It wasn't...
like it is with you.
How is it with me?
What's wrong?
I'm sorry, Maureen.
I just can't do this. It -- It wouldn't be right.
Not just now.
It wouldn't be right?
Let's just lie here...
and hold each other.
Oh, I'm sorry to wake you, honey,
um, but you fell asleep with your door open.
With some of these drunken, horny bastards
still running around this place,
it's -- it's not such a good idea.
Um, I just thought you'd want to know.
Thank you.
I'll close it on my way out.
No, you can't go to bed yet! We got to party!
You dirty, dirty boy.
But I didn't -- I didn't do anything, Mother.
- She's a nice girl. - She's a whore.
But we didn't do anything.
You let her come between us.
This...it isn't right. It isn't natural.
It's perfectly natural for a son to love his mother.
God, will you leave me alone, Mother? Will you leave me alone?!
Who do you think...
He's boss. He's Norman.
Yeah.
...wicked, Norman.
Norman?
Norman, are you in there?
Are you awake? It's me.
Bring me the knife, Norman.
Norman.
Are you up there?
Bring it to me.
Did you hear me?
What are you doing there, Norman?
What you doing?
Please answer me. It's Maureen.
What do you want?
What happened to you? Are you all right?
Yes.
No. I...I'm feeling a little sick.
Oh, let me come up.
No! Get away!
L...l had a little too much to drink. That's all.
I just need to rest.
All right, Norman.
Please, Maureen, go back to your room.
Lock your door.
Please.
All right.
We're... We're out of ice already.
Somebody got to go get some ice.
Oh, stop!
Stop! Stop!
Kyle, you haven't changed in 15 years! You're still disgusting!
Ruthie, all cheerleaders boff linemen.
Now, come on.
I wasn't a cheerleader!
I was... I was a majorette!
You can... You can twirl on my...
- What? - You can twirl on my...
What?
You can twirl on my baton!
Hey, cutie?
Hello?
Do you have a john I can...?
I'm here to say it's leaving in five minutes.
Be on it! Or else!
Men.
Hey! Where'd you come from?
Geez.
You about scared the piss out of me.
Do you mind, sister?
This is .
Duke?
Hey, innkeeper, I need change.
Charlie, I got it!
Do you know the one about the Siamese twins?
You got to tell him about the Siamese twins.
Can you survive the farmer's daughter?
There you go. That's a farmer.
Get away from me!
Ha! Looks like somebody's gettin' lucky!
<Repeat, Sergeant.)
What's happening?
Come on, Leo.
You don't go up there.
Why? Something's wrong with Norman.
It's about time somebody told you.
Good morning, Norman.
It's a little hot to be sleeping so late, isn't it?
Well, we -- we had a lot of revelers last night.
Yeah, I know. One of them didn't come home.
Name's Patsy Boyle.
She came with a group of locals after the game
to party with some of your guests.
When they all left around 3:00,
nobody noticed that she wasn't in the van.
All pretty drunk, I guess.
Oh, someone's missing, and I'm the first one you think about.
Oh, there have been other accusations lately, Norman.
From that reporter, I'll bet!
What does she know? Nothing! Nothing!
Well, now, that's what we're gonna find out.
Now, it's too hot to argue.
This rain's just made everything more muggy.
- Nothing back there. - Oh, of course there isn't.
Now, please, get out of my house. I don't want you in here!
Sorry, Norman, but we have the warrant,
and it's in everybody's best interest that we follow this case up.
Whose interest? Please get out.
There's nothing here! I haven't done anything!
Then, there's nothing to worry about, Norman.
Norman, come back here!
Norman!
Get him, Leo. Norman, doggone you!
Norman, what the hell's the matter with you?
Mother?
I'm sorry to put you through this, Norman.
All seems a little unnecessary now.
Oh, that -- that's okay.
Ah, well, still no reason to get so cra-- so riled up
and go runnin' off like that.
Well, we'll leave you alone now. Again, I'm sorry.
That's not good enough, Sheriff. You just can't let it lie.
I've had enough of this Nancy Drew horseshit from you.
I'm letting it lie and so are you, you understand?
Until I have evidence to the contrary,
that young lady and Mrs. Spool are missing-person cases.
Aren't you gonna take him in for questioning or anything?
Why don't you drag the swamp?
That's where he dumped the last bodies.
Don't tell me my job, Ms. Venable.
Well, somebody has to.
You're not gonna let him go?
Despite all your glib insinuations,
I don't have one iota of proof that he's done anything.
He hasn't.
Norman was with me until 6:00 this morning.
So whatever happened to that girl last night, Sheriff,
Norman had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Well, Miss...
if you'd have volunteered that tidbit a little sooner,
you would have saved us all a lot of trouble.
No one asked me.
Come on, Leo.
Hell of a time to be discreet, Norman.
I think you'd better follow the sheriff's example, Ms. Venable.
I'm taking a passenger.
Ready?
- She told you about me, didn't she? - Yes.
Where are you going?
Father Brian said I could come stay with him if I needed to.
Please let me go.
Mother?
Mother, where are you?
Mother.
<oh, God Mess you and keep you? <dear Mother.)
Bates.
Doesn't scan, does it, Norman?
But...
a lot of shit around here doesn't.
What are you doing with my mother?
Don't you mean...
Mummy?
You did a nice job on her, Norman.
Fresh as the day she was croaked.
Why?
Just looking out for you, Norman.
And yourself.
Oh, I have ambitions, dreams.
But dreams don't come cheap these days.
I mean, I could have turned Mom over to the cops this afternoon,
but all that would have gotten me was a pat on the back
for doing my civic duty.
That girl reporter?
She would have shelled out a few bucks,
but then she would have taken the lion's share of the credit
and parlayed that into a -- a five-figure salary
and a big news job.
That's fine for her dreams, but what about mine?
No.
I figure Mama's greatest value to me is in her value to you.
I don't have that kind of money.
Don't cry poor to me, Norman.
With that big piece of real estate up on the hill
and this thriving business,
why, if things got tight, you could just sell an acre.
Yeah!
Please, Duke, I want my mother back.
Take her.
You know what I want,
and you know what I'll do if I don't get it.
I know.
I'm gonna kill you, you little freak!
You think I'm stupid, Duke?!
Even if I gave you money, you'd still tell on Mother,
and no one must know about her or what she's done!
She can't help it.
She can't help the things she does.
She's just an old lady, a sick, old lady.
Watch the guitar.
You shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that, Duke.
Duke?
I didn't mean it.
I didn't want to.
You! You made me do this!
Your tainted blood in me!
Don't laugh at me, Mother. Don't laugh at me.
I didn't even know she had any kids.
Wouldn't her job application have her next of kin on it?
She was already working here
when I bought the place seven years ago.
Best waitress I ever had, too. Real work ethic.
So, she worked for the previous owner?
- Harvey Leech. - What happened to him?
Last I heard, he was in a nursing home.
Outside town.
Probably dead now.
S-S-Spool?
Emma Spool.
She used to work for you in your diner.
Diner?
Di... Yeah. Yeah, I had a diner once.
And Mrs. Spool used to work for you.
I had a woman named Spool who used to work for me.
- Yes. - A waitress she was.
- She come from that place. - Place?
You know that place for nuts?
That asy-- sylo...
Mrs. Spool was in an asylum?
Asylum, that's it. Asylum, yeah. Yeah.
You know, she killed somebody.
Who?
Somebody.
Husband?
I don't recall.
Good waitress, Spool.
Are you sure, Maureen?
Oh, yes.
Norman understands me. He understands forgiveness.
I failed so many people, Father. I won't fail him.
That was why Mary came to me that night he saved my life.
It was a sign!
And the woman in the window...
that must have been Mary, too.
I'll be back for you, Mother.
I--I thought if she saw these copies,
she might change her story to the police.
Can I see her?
I'm afraid not.
Norman.
Norman? It's me.
I've come back.
I never should have gone away.
Whatever happened to you... in your past,
I know you're good.
You took a life, but you also saved a life.
My life.
Let it be your life.
Oh, Norman.
What happened to you?
I--I slipped in the mud.
I slipped, too.
I know I've hurt you.
Can you forgive me?
Norman!
Maureen!
Maureen?
Mother!
Maureen?
Get that whore out of my house!
Throw her down in the muck and filth where she belongs.
I'll get you for this, Mother. I'll get you for this.
You haven't got the guts, boy.
You dumb, stupid,
naive girl.
Why can't you leave my poor son, my Norman, alone?
What set you off again, Norman?
Mrs. Spool?
You killed her, didn't you?
What did she do?
Come to you and tell you that she was your mother?
She... She was crazy, Norman, but she wasn't your mother.
Neither are you!
Mrs. Spool was your aunt, Norman.
She was in love with your father.
But your mother stole him away from her!
Emma Spool killed your father in a jealous rage
and kidnapped you when you were just a baby!
She killed your father
because she thought you were her child.
The child she should have had with him!
She was crazy!
- They locked her away. -It's lies.
It's all lies.
Norman, she's a lying whore.
Norman, where are you?
She's a slut!
Norman!
Don't let her talk about me like that.
Norman!
Please, Norman. Please listen to me!
Norman. Mrs. Bates! Whoever you are.
Damn it, doesn't it make any difference
in that demented brain of yours?!
Get her, boy! Get her just like the others!
Get her!
Oh, don't!
Don't! No!
Please! Norman!
No!
Norman.
Can't you do anything right?
How dare you treat your mother in such ways.
Norman.
So, I don't have the guts, huh?
Excuse me, Sheriff...
Need to have a word with you.
I was for you, Norman. Believed in you.
You made a fool of me.
Look what you did to yourself!
Why, Norman, why?
Good God, son, you'll never get out again.
They're gonna have you locked up forever.
But I'll be free.
I'll finally be free.