All language subtitles for Psychos

♪ Don't you remember
how you used to say ♪

♪ You'd always love me
in the same old way ♪

♪ But know it's very strange

- Police, anybody home?

♪ That you should ever change

- Coming in.

♪ Someone has won your heart

- There's blood on the rug.

♪ But let me warn you,
though we're miles apart ♪

♪ You'll regret someday

♪ My darling

- Jesus!

- What?

- Take a look.

- Ah, shit.

- Yeah, this is rough.

Father, God, please forgive
us for what we may find.

- What the hell's all this?

♪ You'll feel blue,
you'll feel sad ♪

♪ You miss the bestest pal

- I'm gonna check
the upper floor.

4 There'll come a time,
now don't forget it ♪

4 There'll come a time,
when you'll regret it I

- Control, this is Squad Three.

We need a ALS Unit
dispatched immediately.

639 Bolenna Court, Pasadena.

We have a male,
possible mid-50s,

weak pulse, badly mutilated.

Send a back-up unit like now.

- Stay cautious.

- Earlier today,

authorities uncovered a
gruesome scene here in Pasadena.

A woman was found bludgeoned
to death in her bedroom closet,

and an unidentified man
was found in the garage

with a shattered skull.

The third victim,
56-year-old Larry Thornhill,

was dismembered and is
currently in critical condition.

A suspect is in custody

and has confessed to
the grisly murders.

Their identity is
being withheld.

- And then the monkey toed
girl climbed up the tree

in the big, beautiful,
mystical Amazon jungle.

And she climbed, then she.

Hey, Essa!
- That's my ball!

- Essa, Essa.

Stop it, or I'm gonna
lock you in the closet.

Okay, come with me.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- What was that all about?

- Wait here, guys.

- We don't threaten
to lock children

in the closets, first of all.

That is not tolerated here.

- Oh.

- I'm afraid it's time for
you to pack up your stuff.

- No, you can't.

I mean, these
kids, they need me.

- I don't think you're
ready to work around kids.

- I'm not gonna let
myself be disrespected

by these little kids.

- You need help, dear.

- What, like a shrink?

- I'm running a business,
and I can't have that here.

Sorry, it's not personal, dear.

- It's okay.

I understand.

I don't belong here anyways.

Thanks for everything.

- I'm sorry.

Did we have an appointment?

- Yeah, you wanted to
see me after class?

- Oh, yes.

- About my performance
in anatomy?

- Yes.

Look, let me just say that
surgery is not for everyone.

Seriously, half the
people in this class

will be gone before midterms.

It take a certain.

- What?

A certain, certain what?

- Fortitude and disassociation.

- Um, I don't know
if I understand.

- Courage, and the ability
to separate yourself

from your subject, patient.

- I can do that, I have that.

- Really?

Now let me tell you
what you need to do.

You need a mentor, someone
to help you and support you.

- Is that really necessary?

I work really hard, and
my lab grades are good.

- And that's the only
reason I would suggest it.

- So, who do you have in mind?

- Me.

- You.

- Yes, I would be willing
to do that for you,

if you're willing to put
in the time and the effort.

What do you say?

All right, I'll tell you what.

You think on it.

I will contact you
later, we'll have coffee,

and you can let me
know your decision.

- Coffee?

Okay.

- My card.

- Take off your top.

Look into the camera.

- Ooh, sorry.

- You can stop now, all right?

- Sorry.

- I've had enough.

- What's wrong with you?

- You can barely
stand, you're sloppy drunk.

- Fuck you.

- Why don't you to
take your stuff and go?

- What the fuck is this?

- Payment for services
rendered, I guess.

- Wow, you're a fucking
dick, you know that?

- And you're a whore.

You better be gone
when I get back.

- Bon appetit, assholes.

- Did you do this?

- I'm sorry.

I had a really hard night

and I needed to see you.

- But everything's okay, right?

Nobody's.

- I'm sorry about the door.

I'll fix it.

- It's not the door
that worries me.

I just thought somebody
had broken in, that's all.

I'm working this new
dispensary down in Venice

and I couldn't get away.

What's up with
the fortune cards?

- They're Tarot cards.

And nothing.

- And you're drinking again?

- What happened to your hand?

- Occupational hazard.

It's cool.

- You'll be okay.

- I can barely
keep my eyes open,

and now I have to fix this
door and clean this up.

- Fine, I'll go.

- Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Putting insecure female
students into your trap?

It's nauseating.

However, give you a
taste of what you missed.

You wanna see precision?

It's not a clean incision.

- Hey, what's up?

Okay.

What was that?

- Nothing.

- What is that?

- Nothing.

- Wait, hold on.

Who is this?

- It's me.

- This is a little girl.

- Yeah.

- Whoa, are you drunk?

- Kinda.

- Why?

- I had some tequila.

I wanted to feel
good, I don't know.

- Where did you
get the video from?

- Somebody sent it to me.

- Who?

- I don't know

- Wait, Sasha.

Just, just hold...

Sasha.

Just wait a second.

Can I see your phone?

- I didn't know you knew
how to do things like this.

Don't give me that look.

I don't want it.

- I'm not, okay?

- Hey, maybe you
should just go to bed.

- Do you want to be
shown, you foolish fellow,

that faith without
deeds is useless?

Was not Abraham our father,
justified by his works

when he offered his son
Isaac upon the altar?

Hey.

You're in my seat.

Ooh, what ya got there?

Oh, no, no, don't go!

I'm not done yet!

Can I keep the Bible?

Ooh, and you've gotta come
back and get your baby.

- Keep her.

Um, take care of her.

- I can never
understand how a mother

could leave her child behind.

- Don't judge me.

- You bet I will.

For the Lord gave to me,
and the Lord tooketh away,

and I was not a
fair-weather believer.

The Lord has given to me again.

Oh, bless this baby!

By what he did.

- Sasha.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

- I'm gonna go those videos back

so they can't see
the light of day.

- Whoa, what?

- We'll take your car.

- Well, let's just
go to the cops

or talk about this.

Tell me what happened again?

Or not.

Can we just think about
this for a second?

- Please.

- Is there anything I can
say to change your mind?

- No, there isn't.

Are you coming or not?

- This is just stupid.

Let's just go to the cops.

- I'm taking care
of this myself.

- Well, wait, hold on.

Sasha, wait!

Sasha, will you just
hold on a second?

- Look, when you went
to bed last night,

I remembered the house.

It was this, like, three-story
Victorian-style home.

- Where you were tortured?

- Yeah, I think
so, I don't know.

I was only ever inside.

The only time I ever saw
the outside of the house

was the day that we escaped.

I escaped with two
other girls that day.

We were never kept in the
house in the same rooms,

but we just knew that we
had to get out that day.

We found each other
and we escaped.

- Why didn't you ever
tell me about any of this?

- I couldn't sleep last night.

So I decided to dig a little.

I got really drunk and
built up the courage

to contact these girls.

They received emails
too, just like mine.

So I told them to come with me.

They're gonna meet
me here, hopefully.

If not, we're going,
with or without them.

- Without an exact
address, I mean,

how are we going to
even find this place?

Pasadena's a huge city.

This just sounds stupid to me.

- Are you in or are you out?

Because I'm doing this
with or without you.

- You realize you could
be walking into a trap.

I mean, for all we know,

they're the ones who
posted the videos.

- I saw their videos.

They were victims, just like me.

Come on, all right?

- All right.

Shit, I forgot my cell phone.

Don't leave without me.
- Hurry up.

Okay, hurry up, go!

- Okay?
- Yes!

Hi.

- Um, are you?

- Sasha.

You must be?

- JJ.

- Right.

- You don't remember me?

- Honestly, I don't
really remember much,

but it's kinda starting
to come back to me now.

I honestly didn't think
anybody was gonna show.

- Well, I'm here.

You certainly look different.

I didn't recognize
you for a second.

- Okay.

So, do you remember how
to get to this house

'cause honestly, I...

All I can remember is, like,
a darkish yellow paint job.

- Yellow?

I thought it was blue.

- Really?

10 years, huh?

I feel like most normal
people would just move on.

- Well, it's gone by
quickly, but it's not gone.

Some things can't
be hidden forever.

How much longer are
we waiting for Norma?

- I don't know.

Give her a couple
more minutes, I guess.

Hopefully, she'll show.

Unless she was the one
behind all this.

- I never thought about that.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm JJ, this is Sasha.

- So here we are.

Those videos
surfacing made it feel

like it happened yesterday, huh?

- It's more than
just a flesh wound.

I doubt anything
can make it heal.

- Look, ladies, we
have a long drive.

We should probably get going.

Before we go though, I
have to tell you something.

My friend Michael's
gonna tag along.

I hope that's cool.

He's a really nice guy, he
understands our situation.

- What do you mean, a friend?

I was under the impression
after our conversation

that it was just
gonna be us three.

I don't know if I
feel comfortable

bringing some stranger along.

- You'll understand once
you get to know him.

- No, I don't want some
random person coming in

and learning about my
troubled childhood.

- Look, you guys.

I'm sorry I didn't fucking
tell you sooner, OK?

But you're just gonna
have to deal with it

because Michael
means a lot to me.

Honestly, I wouldn't be
here if it weren't for him.

So fucking deal with it, okay?

- That's not fair,

but it doesn't look like
we can change your mind.

You wanna kill me, don't you?

- What the fuck is
wrong with you?

Oh, my god, this bitch.

JJ, listen to this shit.

- You know what?

You guys go ahead without me.

You don't really
need me anyways.

- What, are you
just gonna walk away

like a little bitch now?

You know, if I do
remember correctly,

you were the one who
reached out to me

when I messaged you and JJ.

You wanna find out
who did this to us

just as much as we do.

You know, Norma,
nothing gets done

sitting by in your own goddamn
shadow your whole life.

Somebody's calling out
to us with those videos.

We're not just gonna sit
back and let it go by again.

We're gonna fucking
find that house,

we're gonna find
those motherfuckers,

and we're gonna end this
fucked up chapter in our lives

once and for all.

Fuck!

- Sasha's right, Norma.

We have to do this together.

We need closure.

- Let's fucking go.

- Is that?

Okay, okay, okay.

- I get it.

I'm freaking out,
too, and so is Sasha.

But we have to do
this as a team, okay?

We need to find the
courage amongst ourselves.

If one side fails, we all fail.

I got your back.

So does Sasha.

We're sisters, whether
you like it or not.

Okay?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- I don't remember
which house it is.

- Okay, just keep going.

There, there.

Right there on the right.

No, I mean, yes, it's that one.

- Are you sure?

I thought it was yellow.

- No, it's that house.

Park more down so they
don't see the car.

- Okay.

- Right there.

- Well, this is unsettling
to say the least.

I mean, are we actually
gonna commit a crime?

Breaking and entering.

- Guys, I'm starting
to get nervous.

- All right, let's just
think of a plan, okay?

We're gonna go in, we're
gonna get the DVDs,

and we're gonna get out of there

before these assholes come home.

- I think it's better if I go in

and you stay out
here for backup.

- No, I think you should
stay our here instead.

- Hey, he's here.

Let him go in.

- Look, I just really wanna
take care of this myself.

- It's much safer if I go.

- Look, I didn't
come all the way here

so that I could just hand off
the job to you, all right?

The cards said it,
the huntress goes in.

- Tough as nails, aren't you?

Fine, but you're not going in

until I tuck one of
these into your clothes.

- What is that?

- It's a wireless
surveillance camera.

- Hey, guys, keep focused.

Someone just came
out of the house.

- So you'll drop me off,

but then you'll pick me
up later again, right?

At 11:30, okay?

- I'll see.

- Just pick
me up at 11:30.

You know what?

I'll just walk back.

Can you at least drop me off,

or is that too much to ask?

- Are you sure
this is the house?

I mean, those people don't
really look like the type.

- What does that
even mean, seriously?

Yeah, this is the house!

And we're going in
right now, okay?

Why do you have to
do that right now?

- It's the only thing
that relaxes me.

- Hey, he's been
tremendously helpful,

so don't nag him.

Plus you brought him
here in the first place

knowing how he is so,
in summary, suck it up.

Don't be like that
couple in the car, like,

nagging, nagging, nagging.

- We're just like that couple.

- We're like what?

- Guys, guys.

Ah, think we just got lucky.

Mr. and Mrs. Happy just
left the front door open.

- You didn't even
lock the front door.

You know, with all
these home invasions,

we have to be careful.

- Yes, dear.

- Guess what, Norma.

They're smarter than they look.

- If something goes
wrong in there,

I blame you and
these stupid gadgets.

- No pressure.

- It all makes sense now.

The only reason
Michael's a pothead

is 'cause it makes you bearable.

- Whatever.

- You know what?

I don't even know why I'm
doing all this stuff for you,

if you're just gonna treat
me like some type of doormat.

Shoulda went to the
cops in the first place

instead of dealing
with your crazy ass.

- I'm sorry, baby.

You know I appreciate you.

I appreciate you.

- Hey, can we wrap this up?

We have far more important
things to deal with

than you guys making up.

- So, will these
cameras see everything?

- Yeah.

I'm going to place
it on your bra,

so keep your sweater low.

As long as you're looking in
the direction of your subjects,

I'll be able to see
everything that you see, okay?

- Good to know.

- All right, let's go.

- Come on, guys, let's do this.

- Sasha.

Keep visible sight of the car.

If I see anything,
I'm gonna honk.

Oh, wait, let me take that back.

If I see anything, I'm
gonna text you, okay?

Okay.

- This is eerie.

Are you guys gonna have deja vu?

It's kinda surreal.

- Okay, the more we're in here,

the more I feel like
we're gonna get caught.

- Michael's watching
our backs, all right?

Let's just get what
we came here for,

and get the fuck out of here.

- Well, still, weird feeling.

What are you guys doing?

Stop.

- Ew.

- Look, I'm gonna
go check in there.

You guys look in here.

- Shit!

Shit.

♪ Don't you remember
how you used to say ♪

- What are you doing?

Someone's gonna hear us.

♪ But know it's very strange

Sasha!

♪ That you should ever change

♪ Sometimes I think someone
has won your heart ♪

- Can't you feel that?

It feels so good.

- Stop.

- It's called adrenalin.

- It's not adrenalin, it's.

- Well, whatever it
is, I'm gonna use it

and take back what's mine.

And if they come back, we'll
just have to take them head on.

- You know, I hope
they fuckin' come back.

Those fuckin' assholes.

They deserve everything
they have coming to them,

dead or alive, fuckers.

You know, I bet nobody
would even notice.

It's been, like, 10 years.

Who the fuck cares anymore?

Aww, come on, ladies.

Don't tell me
you've never dreamt

about bashing their
fuckin' heads in.

They're the reason that
we're so fucked up!

- Of course, I have.

That's not how the
real world works.

There are consequences.

- Oh, are there consequences?

Oh?

- Stop, stop, stop, focus.

We need to find those DVDs.

- Mm, don't get your
panties in a bunch.

- Go ahead, princess.

Let's go.

- Oh, wait.

Here.

- What's that?

- Painting.

God testing Abraham.

- That's the ram
that God sent down

to stop Abraham from
killing his son.

- What, so the sheep
replaces the boy?

- It was a ram.

It's a symbol for faith.

Didn't they teach you
that when you were here?

- Look, there's a lot I forget
and remember from this place,

but I don't remember
shit about that.

- This isn't important.

- Hey, you know what?

Fuck him.

Fuck his little son, and
fuck that fuckin' sheep.

He shoulda sliced his throat
when he got the fuckin' chance.

- Nice language.

- What the hell was that sound?

- I don't know, but
I definitely saw eyes

staring straight at me.

- What do you mean, eyes?

- It's just cracked glass.

Must've been a reflection,
but you saw it, too, right?

- Yeah.

Why are you laughing?

- Nothing.

- Seriously, what the
fuck is wrong with you?

- What?

- You're really
starting to piss me off.

What, you have fuckin'
mood swings or something?

One second, you're
fuckin' crying,

and the next second, you're
fuckin' laughing in my face!

- Ow!

- You're fuckin'
lucky that JJ is here.

- Well, good thing that she is.

- Is this bitch fight over?

- Ow.

- Keep moving.

- What are you doing?

- I'm telling Michael
about the eyes.

- Pull yourselves
together, guys.

Cut this shit out.

- You know, Michael doesn't
need you to tell him

what to do at every
fucking second.

He has me for that, thanks.

Even if you were trying
to get his attention,

he'd never be into
whatever this is.

- Okay.

Michael's give us
five more minutes.

- Let's go.

If we don't get out of
here before they come home,

we're fucking screwed, okay?

Michael doesn't even have
cell phone reception.

- Where's the broom?

There's a third level
to this house though.

- Right, I remember that.

It's a closet.

It's behind this.

This has gotta be it.

- Wait.

No, back off, back off.

This is it.

What are you waiting for, girls?

- Come on.

- No.

I have no intentions of reliving
what happened in that room.

- Whatever.

We don't have time for cowards.

- Did you hear that?

- No, what?

- I think someone just got here.

- Come on, damn it.

Hurry up.

- Would you like
to dance with me?

Yes?

That's great.

Shall we dance now?

Please.

Start again.

Thank you.

- Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

- No, I'm not interested.

Come back another time.

- Sir, I'm from the
US Census Bureau.

I just need to ask
you a few questions.

- Look, I'm very busy.

- Sir, please.
- Come back another time.

- My job's on
the line, sir, please.

- Look, I'm not interested.

What the hell was that?

What was that?

- You know what it may be?

Um, pipes.

Your pipes in
these older houses,

they tend to expand and
create noise like that.

You know?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

So, I think I can get
somebody out here.

- Oh, shit.

The door.

- Fuck.

- Fuck you, man.

You should rot in hell for
the things you've done.

- For the things I've done?

What have I done to you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

- Fuck you.

I know what you've
done, you sick bastard.

- You don't know what I've done.

You don't know what
I'm capable of.

No one knows what I've done.

I will enjoy getting rid of you.

I smell a rat.

I see you.

The cops are on their way.

I'm well within my right
to protect my property.

- Best thing we can do
is just wait for the cops.

- The cops aren't coming.

He's playing mind games with us.

- Shh.

I doesn't matter, be quiet.

- I hope Michael's okay.

- We just have
to hope he's fine.

The police are coming.

- The only thing coming for
us is a fucking psychopath.

- You're here.

I know you're here.

- Get up!

What are you doing?

- Stop!

Stop!

Stop, stop!

- Three stories?

We can't make it.

- Go to the bathroom
and find something.

Find a weapon.

- No one fucks with
my house, my peace!

No one!

- Please, get the
fuck up, Norma!

- Take it!

- Stop, stop!

- Papa Bear said, someone's
been sleeping in my bed.

And then Mama Bear said,
someone's been sleeping in my bed.

Baby Bear said,

there you are.

- Get out.

- Stop it!

- Hey, Larry.

Did you hear that noise?

I almost called the cops.

You can never be
too careful nowadays

with all these home invasions.

- We've got rats in the walls,
but everything's fine now.

- The irresponsible bastard.

What the hell?

Larry?

Hello?

Larry?

What happened?

What's going on?

- Look what I found.

- Oh, baby.

We thought we'd lost you again.

Where were you?

- I had to.

They came to rob us.

- They?

- She didn't come alone.

- Oh.

- I've got them in the basement.

- What happened to your hand?

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'll live.

- Let me handle this.

You go along and take care of
that blood before it sets in.

- Mom, please untie me.

- Why did you
bring strangers into our home?

- I didn't want to.

- What did you want, eh?

- They wanted the
DVDs from upstairs.

- They came to rob us.

They want mementos.

- No, no, no.

I don't want to rob anybody.

I just want to take
back what's mine.

Please, believe me.

- Believe you?

You're a liar.

We said we're sorry for all
those things in the past,

but you just keep harping over
them like they just happened.

Haven't you punished us enough?

- I had my hands full,

so I couldn't pick you
up like I promised.

Sorry, Rosie, dear.

- I see.

Why don't you go get
that bucket and mop?

- Why don't you have a
cup of tea and relax?

That's a lot to
take in all at once.

We have lavender, your favorite.

- Mom, please don't
leave me alone with him.

Please, I beg you.

- Yes, dear.

- No, Mom.

Don't leave me alone
with him, please.

- Come on, you
need a little bit of rest.

- Mama?

- Mm-hmm?

- I got fired yesterday.

- Why'd you get fired this time?

- I told one of the kids
I'd lock them in the closet

if he kept misbehaving.

They overheard it,
didn't like it.

- They fired you for that?

Don't they know kids
need discipline,

and order, and control?

I knew in my heart it wasn't
a good idea to let you go.

You weren't ready.

- I am ready.

- Honey.

Sweetheart, you'll
never be ready.

- Are you disappointed?

- You're just too fragile to
go out there in the real world.

- You're right.

I'm a loser.

- Even the weakest
of God's creatures

has some ability of some sort.

- Then what's mine, Mama?

- I don't know.

You're gonna have to find
that out for yourself.

I think you really
need to lay down

and your father and I will
figure out a solution.

- No!

Mama!

Mama!

Mom.

Mom, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

Mom.

Mama.

Mom.

- Hey, surprise.

How you been?

You know, I just thought
maybe I shouldn't die yet

"cause your job
isn't quite done.

- No, I saw you die
right in front of me.

- Oh, you did?

There must be something
wrong with your head.

Maybe you should go
get that looked at.

But you know, it
got me thinking.

There's been something
I haven't liked

about you this whole time.

Now I realize what it is.

You know, you never told
me about your daddy.

Daddy's little girl, huh?

- Help!

- Norma.

Please.

Don't do this.

I'm your father.

- Fuck!

- Father, huh?

You.

You sent us those videos.

- No, no.

- You lead us back here,
you sick little bitch.

No, he's not your father?

No, you didn't
lead us back here?

Which one is it, bitch?

- He is my father.

- Oh, so that cunt is
your mother, am I right?

Am I right?

- Yes, yes.

Don't use that word.

- What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You thought you could
just reel us back here

and then fool us?

- No, you don't understand.

I blacked out yesterday
and I got fired.

Please, understand that
job was my only key

of getting out of this place.

Please.

They think I'm nothing.

I am something, goddamn it!

- So fucking what?

- You're a snake.

A devious slithering snake.

You brought us here
just to remind us

of the chunk of our lives
that we had taken from us.

You saw it with your own eyes.

They cataloged everything
like it was fucking CSI.

This next question, you
better answer truthfully.

Why did you bring us here?

- I needed your help.

I needed your help out of here.

- Is that why you ran
away because the calmness

of your mother drinking
tea haunted you?

I'm sorry that she liked
to watch her husband

fuck her daughter.

Boo hoo.

You weren't the only little
girl that it happened to.

- Sasha.

Let's finish what
we came here to do.

The tapes are upstairs.

Destroy them.

Then we'll have our fun.

Okay, here, here look.

Here's yours.

Here's mine.

- I have mine.

- Now what?

- I don't know, we leave?

- What?

- What?

- You think we just leave?

You want to just leave?

He's downstairs.

- Ow, ow, ow.

- Does that hurt?

Does it hurt?

Why are you fucking laughing?

Why?

- Ow, ow.

- You're useless.

- Mom, please don't go.

- Enough.

Do you want your
father to come up here

and share a few words with you?

- I'm sorry.

No, please.

Please, don't go.

Don't leave me here, please.

- Enough of your tantrums.

I'm exhausted with this baby.

I don't need a second baby.

I can't take this.

- I can take care of him.

Please, please, please.

- You're not fit to
take care of him.

You should be praying
God to give you guidance.

You're lost.

- You can give me guidance.

- I can't help you.

- Help me.

Mama, please.

- I'm gonna get
your father up here.

I don't have time for this.

I really don't
have time for this.

I'm getting your father.

He'll knock some sense into you.

- Where's the baby?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

This is a mistake.

I have to go.

I have to leave.

- You've been through a lot,

but that doesn't
give you the right

to pull us through your shit.

- I'm sorry.

I have to go, I have to go.

- Why?

Why do you have to go?

Is there something that
you're not telling us?

You better speak up now, bitch.

You're not gonna outsmart us.

- I suggest you behave.

You've exhausted my patience.

- Where are you going?

- I wasn't done
talking upstairs.

It's rude to walk away in
the middle of a conversation.

Look at this.

Look at this.

I like to cut into things
that still have a pulse.

I'm gonna really enjoy
cutting into you.

- I'm sorry.

I genuinely wanted
your guys' help.

Please.

- I'll get that
ax from upstairs.

- Hmm.

What should we do with him?

- I can do them both
at the same time.

- You gotta stay away from me.

- Don't say another
fucking word.

If you had the guts to cut his
dick off in the first place,

he wouldn't have come after
us, we wouldn't be here.

I'm finishing this
shit once and for all.

- I can't.

No.

Please.

I beg you, I have
to get out of here.

- Do you want brisket

or chuck roast?

- Who are you talking to?

- Shut up.

- Garbage.

It's nothing but rotten garbage.

- Don't listen to him.

He's trying to trick us.

- Norma, please.

- What?

- Don't pay attention to him.

Come on.

- You don't get to talk.

The jury had a verdict
and you were found guilty.

- Come on, let's
just get this started

before I change my mind.

Don't, don't.

- Oh, just hold his head.

- Ladies, we gonna get this
show on the road anytime today?

- No, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

- What?

Is this not what
we came here to do?

- Yeah, but he's
still my father.

- Do you love him?

You owe him nothing.

And what about her?

She do anything to you?

- Who?

- Your mother.

- No.

She was just jealous.

- And what about
the baby, Norma?

- You don't know anything!

Anything!

- You want to come
help me wash my baby?

-CanI?

- Oh, Mr. Fish is waiting.

Ready?

Ooh.

Who's that?

Mr. Fishy.

Oh.

And look at this book.

Oh, a little dog.

Look at the little dog.

Oh, come on, sweetie.

We have to wash up.

Sit down.

Such a darling.

Oh, look at these guys.

Who are these?

- Mama?

Can I try?

- Just stay here while
I go get a towel.

I'll be right back.

Damn it.

No clean towels again.

Stay there, stay put.

I'm gonna go get
some clean towels.

I'll be right back.

Watch him carefully.

- Hi, baby.

- Don't leave him
here with those animals.

- Well, I can't.

This is my baby.

- You can't
leave him here to suffer.

- You don't have much time.

Hurry, she'll be right back.

- Do the right thing, Norma.

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, God.

What did you do?

- Come on.

She's coming up the stairs.

You need to do it now.

Right now, Norma.

- The kid is suffering.

- All right, I brought the...

No, no!

No!

- Run.

What happens to us now?

- I don't...

Wait, I still need you.

- What for?

- I don't know, to chop him up.

I don't want to kill him.

- Obviously.

- And you can go.

I don't need you.

- Oh, is that what you think?

This was my idea
in the first place

and I'm gonna stay here
till the bitter end

and do it my way!

- He's waking up,
he's waking up.

What do I do, what do I do?

- Buy yourself some time.

But you're ready.

Don't disappoint me.

- We're back.

- I thought I got
rid of you guys.

- You don't like to be
on your meds, remember?

Ooh, I wouldn't do that.

- I think you're
due for my baby.

- Why?

If anyone deserves
to be here, it's me.

I mean, I have an actual path.

I'm not a pathetic
victim like you two.

- So what if you're pre-med?

What do you have in your
little lonely apartment

besides your precious rat traps?

- Would you shut up,
shut up, shut up,

shut up, shut up, shut up?

My god, you guy planned
all this, didn't you?

- You did.

- You getting this?

- I brought you here.

You're not real.

You're not real!

- You need a pair.

That's why I'm here.

- That's why we're here.

To exact revenge on the
people that deserve it,

not some little lab rats.

- Mama was right.

I'm not ready.

- Or you could just
face the truth.

You need a personality upgrade

to a more beautiful,
stronger version.

- Or a smarter,
confident version.

You choose.

- I think not.

Coming, sweetie.

Hi, baby.

Hi.

Mama's here.

Hi, baby.

That's a good boy.

Mama loves you.

Nothing bad is going to
happen to you ever again.

- Find anything?

Found more DVDs with
different names on 'em.

- We've got a dead
body in the cellar.

Unidentified male,
probably in his 20s.

And I found this.

- Video feed is still live.

Well, here's the camera.

- Let's find out
what's on these.

- Copy that.

- I don't want to.

- Take off your top.

Look into the camera.

- No, Daddy.

I don't want to.

- Take your top off.

There.

Shh, come on.

You're still
Daddy's little girl.

- Found a dead
female in the bedroom closet.

Might be the mother.

- She's alive.

We need something to
cover her up with.

You all right?

Right here.

Right here, come on.

Get her up out of here.

Come on, sweetie.

Let's go.

Let's get up out of here.

Oh, my goodness.

You're all right.

- It's the girl from the videos.

- I'd better tell those nurses

that they're overmedicating you.

It's not very attractive
to frown so much, dear.

- Lunch is in 10 minutes.

We have a couple of options.

Chicken fried steak,
or eggplant Parmesan.

- Murderer.

Murderer.

Murderer.

Murderer.