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Get up.

Leave me alone.

Get up!

-Quit it. -Get out of this house.

What's that smell?

You messed yourself again. You drank yourself senseless again.

I'm sorry.

Don't say you're sorry when you ain't. You ain't sorry for the drinking.

You're sorry you messed yourself on the kitchen floor.

Hiya, Pop.

You can't make it to the outhouse? Huh?

Well, then you don't deserve to be indoors no more.

From this day forth, you will never set foot in this house again.

You will go sleep out in the barn.

Mess yourself out there with the cloven-hoofed.

You can't kick me out.

This is my house, woman!

You ain't never earned a dime for this house.

Never lifted a finger for it.

No!

Uh-uh.

I'm… I'm sorry, Augusta.

I'm sorry.

You darken this doorway again, George Gein…

and that'll be the last thing you ever do.

Eddie, you must never touch a woman.

You hear me?

This is what happens.

You must never inflict upon a woman the burden of a child.

I should castrate you.

Let's go clean that up.

Eddie!

It's the last time we're ever going to have to do it.

Oh!

Eddie!

I'll put on some music.

Yes?

Eddie Gein?

Yes, sir?

It's the sheriff.

Oh. Okay.

You want to come to the door?

Of course.

Uh…

Just a moment.

Hey, Sheriff.

Oh! Brisk out.

What can I do for you?

Well, Eddie, we want to ask you about Mary Hogan.

When's the last time you seen her?

Oh, um…

Mother!

She's not going to remember.

So you seen Mary lately?

Yeah. Yeah, probably a week ago.

So you weren't at the bar last night?

No. No, I was here with Mother.

'Cuz somebody who was there said they saw a truck like yours.

No, mine ain't, uh…

I couldn't get mine to turn over yesterday.

So you weren't at Mary's Tavern last night?

No. Would you like to talk to Mother?

I… I could wake her. She'll tell you the same.

No. No, no. Don't wake her.

She ain't been well, has she?

Oh, it's day-to-day with her now.

Never know who she's going to be any given morning.

Yeah. Um, alright. Thanks for your time.

You bet.

Oh, Sheriff.

What happened?

Is Mary in trouble?

We think somebody shot her last night, Ed.

Shot her and took her body somewhere. We've yet to find it.

No. No.

-We know she was a friend of yours. -Oh. Mary.

Yeah, sorry to have to break the news.

Yeah.

She had a past, you know.

In Chicago.

Shady element she might have still been involved with.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what we're thinking.

I sure am sorry to hear that.

Well, you take care of yourself now, Ed.

You betcha.

What are you doing? Get up.

I thought I recognized that truck out there.

You're alive?

-What? -I just…

I thought I'd never see you again.

I know.

I felt badly leaving the way I did,

but I just…

I just got a little spooked, Ed. I was scared.

It was my fault. I was moving too fast.

I mean, your house is a real mess.

And your mother?

She wouldn't even turn to look at me.

Believe me, I gave her a real talking to about that.

She said she was sorry.

She did?

She did. Promised to be on her best behavior next time.

Okay, good.

She's not well, you know.

I mean, that's part of it.

-It makes her real cantankerous. -Mmm.

Thank you, Eddie.

I feel better just talking about it.

Me too.

I really thought I'd lost you there for a minute.

No. It's gonna be a lot harder than that to get rid of me.

Oh, look.

Who's she?

Christine Jorgensen. Now look at this.

Oh.

-And who's that? -It's the same person.

What?

I don't understand.

Wait.

He dresses up like a lady.

No, he's a…

They call it a transsexual.

He went to Denmark and they…

cut off his genitals.

And they gave him full breasts.

You're joking.

-No, it's real. -No, it's real.

-What? -What?

I got an idea. Okay.

Friday. I'm gonna surprise you.

Okay.

Bye.

Friday.

Oh yeah.

She'll love that.

-Fancy. -That's right.

Thank you, sir.

I've never had wine before.

Me neither.

Oh my gosh.

To us.

To us.

-Oh. It's nice. -Mmm.

They wouldn't actually use their bare feet to stomp on the grapes.

Yeah. At least I think so.

Let's find out.

-I mean, it smells like feet. -A little bit.

Does it taste like feet?

I wouldn't know.

I hope that setup's still there.

Oh, Eddie. Is this a graveyard?

It sure is. Come. Come on. You're gonna like it.

Ooh.

Oh, Eddie.

What is this?

Well, I, uh…

I wanted to take you someplace special so's that I could ask you something.

Come on, sit.

Eddie, you're making me nervous.

Well, because I'm nervous is why.

You're making me nervous if you don't sit.

Now, I…

I know we haven't been going together long and…

You know when you asked me what I wanted out of my life?

Well, I… I think I know now.

Will you marry me?

Oh…

Oh no, I shouldn't have done this.

No, no, no. I… I was just surprised.

I… I had no idea.

Well, I told you I was fixing to surprise you.

Oh, Eddie. I don't know what to say.

Yes, yes. Of course I'll marry you.

I'm shaking.

Okay. Hold still now.

Oh, it's beautiful.

-Yeah. -It's too big.

Yeah, the lady's fingers were a lot fatter than yours.

Whose?

The lady that sold it to me.

It's a diamond. And what are those? Emeralds?

Hmm. I don't know.

Oh, Eddie.

Oh…

No. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

I just can't, you know, fornicate.

Because Mother always says you shouldn't fornicate

less'n you trying to make a little one.

I'm just real worried about being a father is all. 'Cause,

you know, us going at it like we were.

And I sure do wanna, I just, I got distracted thinking about it.

And, you know, my father was…

-Eddie. Eddie, stop. It's okay. -It's just…

I understand.

You're nervous to have children because like most men who don't have big families,

you've never been around them.

I have an idea.

Hello.

Hi, Mrs. Heller. This is Eddie.

Hello.

Come on in.

Have you babysat before?

No, I wouldn't say babysat, but I do get along with kids.

I think on account of sometimes I feel like I still am one.

I like doing things that kids like to do,

like chasing things through the woods and digging things up and whatnot.

So you're young at heart.

Aren't you available to sit?

Last year I was, but not now.

I got a part-time job down at the corner store

just helping with accounting.

So I'm unavailable.

Well, look, Frank Jr. and Enid,

they love their babysitter, Miss Evelyn.

They cry when she leaves.

But like Adeline might have told you, she's been in the hospital with polio.

Oh no.

Oh, they think she'll pull through.

She won't be paralyzed.

But she is going to walk with a cane. Poor thing.

Mother has trouble getting around now. I actually have to carry her.

Well, Mrs. Heller, I can vouch for Eddie.

He's definitely your man. And he's cheap, too.

Just ten cents an hour, which is good value,

what with all the frivolity I provide.

Hm.

So…

Which one of you is Enid?

See, that was a joke.

Because Enid's a girl's name, so it'd have to be yours.

M'kay.

Any games you like to play?

-Miss Evelyn's funner than you. -Well, can she do magic tricks?

No.

Okay, well, then, I'm funner than her then.

So do a trick.

I didn't bring none.

Where are you taking us?

Someplace that dummy Miss Evelyn were never gonna take you.

Just kidding. It'll be fun.

It's cold.

Let's get a fire going.

It smells in here.

Lots of complaining out of you two.

You ought to tell it to Mother. See where she tells you to shove it.

You're rude.

Come on, sit down.

You ready for the show?

Well, don't both answer at once.

Let's go.

You want to see a trick?

Wait there.

Okay, prepare to be dazzled.

Three bowls. Right?

Nothing in 'em.

Three.

Now, see this?

What is it?

Bone.

What kind of bone?

Finger bone.

No, it isn't.

Let's find out.

Now, you follow the finger, all right?

Don't let it out of your sight.

Where is it?

You sure?

Positive?

Let's have a look.

See? That was easy.

Ta-da!

Told you it was a finger.

How'd you do that?

That's not real.

Sure is.

Wouldn't matter if it weren't.

Still a good trick anyhow.

So that's a real finger?

Yes, sir.

-Where'd you get it? -Doesn't matter where I got it.

Fell off an old lady I was walking behind.

These tricks are terrible.

I want to go home, please.

Just hold your horses.

Did I mention that I could turn into a lady?

Yep.

I can turn into a lady, and…

pull my head off.

-That's impossible. -Yeah?

I'll prove it.

Okay,

I'm turning into a lady.

-What's he doing? -I don't know.

I'm turning into her.

Oooh.

Don't be afraid now.

Oh. Hi.

My name's Mildred.

It's so nice to meet you.

But oh, I have such a headache.

What should I do?

Oh, I know.

I could pull my head off.

Yes, that's what I'll do.

Oh, that's so much better.

This is dumb. That's not even real.

Of course it's real.

I mean, that's the mark of a good magic show.

When it moves you.

Even if it moves you to tears.

What on earth is wrong with you?

Where were you? Where did you take them?

Oh Enid, honey.

I just took 'em to my house for a magic show.

What's the big deal?

It was scary. He had a mask on and pulled his head off.

-Oh, so now it's scary. -Come. Into the house.

Is it him? Is it him?

Yes!

I was about to call the police. I ought to knock your block off!

They was bored! I was just trying to keep them entertained. I'm sorry.

Sheesh.

I mean, you said you weren't going to be home until 9:30.

If I ever…

ever see you again, I'm going to make you regret it!

You hear me?

Well, you're not gonna!

Get out of here. And don't come back!

I'm going!

And you owe me 40 cents!

You were just following me, weren't you?

You followed me last night too.

You took my job.

What?

-I'm just a babysitter. -That's what I mean.

That was my job.

Helping me with my family plans.

Hello!

-Kids, guess who it is! -Miss Evelyn!

-We missed you! -Hi, Frank! Hi, Enid!

Oh, boy, did I miss you!

Oh!

Can I touch it?

Of course you can.

You're not going to catch polio from touching my cane.

Touch my leg even.

Who's doing that?

-It's him! -Who?

-The one with the head. -Let me take a look.

Come on now. It's just your imagination.

Go get out your Lincoln Logs.

…what evil lurks in the hearts of men.

The Shadow knows.

Once again, your neighborhood Blue Coal dealer

brings you the thrilling adventures of The Shadow.

The hard and relentless fight of one man against the forces of evil.

These dramatizations are designed to demonstrate forcefully

to young and old alike that crime does not pay.

The Shadow, who aids the forces of…

…is in reality Lamont Cranston, wealthy…

Hello?

Years ago in the Orient, Cranston learned a strange and mysterious secret,

the hypnotic power to cloud men's minds so they cannot see him.

It worked.

What did?

Babysitting.

I'm ready. I know I'm going to be a good dad.

I'm ready to get married, Adeline.

It's just ridiculous!

You're delusional!

You're not serious!

And it would be out of the question anyway!

We don't know these people!

Nobody likes that mother of his!

She's ill.

Well, fine, but people disliked her when she was well.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Hey!

I was hoping you'd be coming, so I straightened up a little.

Well, I'm going to make this place spick and span so you don't need to worry.

Okay.

Let me, uh…

I'd better check on Mother.

Let her know you're here.

Is she all right?

Yeah. She fell asleep in her chair.

I didn't want to wake her.

Where are you going?

I seen a brace of rabbits up by the tree line.

Going to see if I can nab one.

Price up our first dinner as a family.

Okay.

You're just so darling, I could eat you.

Mother?

Are you all right?

It's me, Adeline. Mother?

Eddie's friend?

Mrs. Gein?

Mrs. Gein?

It's like this everywhere.

Congratulations.

I can do whatever I like now.

Hi. Two for Psycho.

That'll be 20 cents.

Thank you.

Of course, I've suggested it myself.

But I hate to even think about it.

She needs me.

it's not as if she were a maniac, a raving thing.

She goes a little mad sometimes.

We all go a little mad sometimes.

Haven't you?

I gotta say, pretty far out,

giving Norman Bates head while he watches Norman Bates.

-I'm not Norman Bates. -Hm.

Look, I brought you up here because I wanted to tell you that I…

This is going to be the last time. See?

There's not going to be any more us the moment you walk out that door.

-It's over, you get it? It's over. -Okay. Wait.

What… What are you talking about?

I brought you up here to tell you that…

Well,

that I've been seeing a woman.

Touch me, Norman.

And were you aroused? When you touched her breast?

I was aroused, yes, but also…

What?

I was relieved… too.

Like, maybe all the hard work I put in here wasn't in vain.

It's been a long road, as you know.

Very much has been.

So I felt relieved too.

Like maybe I was…

What?

Cured.

That this horrible thing that I just hate.

That if I stayed at it and I kept vigilant,

then maybe it would be gone.

Maybe I wasn't a monster anymore.

It's been years, Gary. All I get offered are Norman Bates types.

I'm as frustrated as you are, Tony.

But really, you're a victim of your own success.

Really? Because nothing about this feels like success.

Sometimes a performance is so iconic,

so indelible, so ingrained in the collective consciousness

that it becomes the thing the audience sees you as.

Oh, come on. Vivien Leigh was indelible as Scarlett O'Hara.

She goes on to win another Oscar.

Yes, but Norman Bates was strange.

Ed Gein is strange.

So now to the audience, you're strange.

I'm Norman Bates forever, is that it?

I'm Ed Gein for the rest of my life.

There's talk of a sequel, Tony.

You've got to be kidding me.

Look, I say we embrace it.

It's something to be proud of when you think about it.

You really made your mark.

This is something to be thankful for.

Yeah, thanks a million, Ed Gein.

Mary Rose will be next.

J. M. Barrie's delightful, whimsical tale of a melancholy ghost

set in the Outer Hebrides.

He liked it more than Peter Pan, and so do I.

Grace Kelly liked it very much, sure she still does.

There's, um, there's not a lot of interest in Mary Rose.

Tippi Hedren then?

Not from talent, Alfred. From the studio.

It's… not what they want right now.

And what is it they do want?

Well, um…

Universal want to capitalize on the success of Psycho.

A movie I have already made several years ago.

Alfred, they very much like the idea of you going further, further into…

They're calling it a new genre.

I don't like what they're calling it, but they are calling it…

What? What are they calling it?

"Sex horror" is what they're calling it.

They don't want Dracula anymore. They want The Rape of the Vampire.

They want the Bloody Pit of Horror.

I hate that. I don't want to do that.

What about No Bail for the Judge?

Audrey liked the rewrite, didn't she?

She did.

Alfred, they don't want to do it.

-Well, let me talk to Lew. -I just got off the phone with Lew.

Lew's the one who killed it.

Slow, please, Max.

What is it?

It's the Bloody Pit of Horror picture.

There's a bloody line around the bloody block.

Shall we go and see what all the fuss is about?

And now, a warning from William Castle,

producer of The Night Walker.

Do you know that a dream can kill you?

Cheeky bugger.

A gruesome thought, isn't it?

What are dreams?

Think I'll go and get more… popcorn.

…another world where everything is strange and terrifying.

When you dream you become a night walker.

-Now it's your turn. -Travis!

You'll pay too.

No! No!

Let me go! Oh!

Stop! Let me go!

Alfred, I've had enough. I'm going.

Excuse me. Sorry.

-It's not true. -Sorry.

No. It's impossible!

No!

No! I can't stand it.

I wish you'd just come out and say it, Mother.

Why don't you tell me what you want me to say?

And I'll say it.

"You brought it on yourself, Alfred."

"You knew what your picture would unleash, but you did it anyway."

Hmm?

You have other stories to tell, Alfred.

But who would I tell them to?

The audience has changed,

and I'm the one who changed them.

And they'll want more and more and more.

Like hogs who've tasted blood.

There's no going back.

Not now.

I said stop!

Stop your crying!

It should be me making those crocodile tears, not you.

I mean, you really did it, didn't you?

What? What did I do?

You took my job, my babysittin' job!

I was going to pay for my wedding with that job.

Now what? Hmm?

No nice suit, no fancy cake,

just a reception with pork and beans.

Adeline deserves more than that.

Please, please, please.

Please don't do this to me, please.

Stop it!

Everybody's talking.

You know…

Sometimes I don't understand the voices.

I'm just trying to think, I'm trying to think now.

Think about what?

About what to do with them.

-Enid and Frank Jr… -No!

…and the Frank Sr. fella.

No! No, they're just kids! You can't hurt them. Please.

-Please. You can't hurt them. -Shh.

Hello, Mother.

Are you sure?

No, I'm not doubtin' you.

All right.

Yes, Mother.

You've really done it now.

No. No.

What's that for?

What's that for?

Mother doesn't wanna make a mess.

She'd kill us if we're dishonoring our family.

Please, please, no.

Please.

No. No, please.

No.

Nice and tight.

Please…

No…

Please, please.

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no!

You upset Mother!

-No, no, no! -Here.

No! No!

Ah!

Here we go.

No. Please, no.

-Shut up! -No!

Hit the bitch!

Hit the bitch!

Get upstairs!

Do it again.

No!

Bigger.

-Hit the bitch! -No!

Come on! Hit her! Get her!

No!

Oh, hit her, Grandpa!

Let's go! Come here!

-Yeah! -Get down!

No!

Cut. Let's go again.

♪ When I die I may not go to heaven ♪

♪ I don't know if they let cowboys in ♪

♪ If they don't Just let me go to Texas ♪

♪ 'Cause Texas is as close as I've been ♪

♪ When I die I may not go to heaven ♪

♪ I don't know if they let cowboys in ♪

♪ If they don't Just let me go to Texas

♪ 'Cause Texas is as close as I've been ♪

♪ When I die I may not go to heaven ♪

♪ I don't know if they let cowboys in ♪

♪ If they don't Just let me go to Texas ♪

♪ 'Cause Texas is as close as I've been ♪