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Sam, banging me really worth two -hour flights.

Sure beats mixing paint at the hardware store.

Sam.

Sam, let's get married.

You know I want it, baby.

It's just not in the cards right now.

You know, I want to be respectable.

This sport fucking once a week on my long lunch hour.

It just isn't enough, Sam.

So you can live with me in the shed behind the hardware store.

Between my alimony payment and my deadbeat kid's bail bond, I still got

two years in debt before I'm a free man.

I'd whore up to pay your debts off, Sam.

So you want to go find yourself a good sugar daddy and break this off?

I'm thinking about it.

Don't think too hard.

All right, sugar daddy.

I gotta get back.

My boss is gonna have a darn ulcer.

And we're gonna go down together.

You have no shoes on.

I had a plane to catch.

Is Mr. Lowry back from lunch yet, Ethel?

No, he dodged another bullet.

That's how I roll, Lowry.

Oh, Mr. Cassidy, this is Marion. She's our office manager, and she

personally handles our larger escrow accounts.

I like the sound of that.

I need a personal touch.

That little lady is $40 ,000 in cash.

We don't normally recommend such large amounts of cash.

It's my wad, and I'll do with it as I please, Lowry.

You know what I do with unhappiness, little lady?

I kill it with cold, hard cash.

So tell me, Marion.

Are you unhappy?

Not inordinately.

Well, if you are...

I'm the guy that can fix you up.

It's a bit cooler in my office. If you care to join me.

Well, I'm assuming there'll be party favors given my considerable

to your establishment.

Certainly.

Well then, live and let live. Take the bull by the horns.

Will you be joining us, ladies?

I'm afraid they're quite busy today.

That's too bad.

Uncle Cassidy loves his afternoon delights.

I'll join you in a moment.

Ma 'am, I do not want this cash in the office over the weekend. Please make

this gets to the bank safety deposit box.

Right away, Mr. Lowry.

And afterwards, if it would be all right, I'd like to go home. I have a

headache.

Yes, of course.

I've never seen that much money.

Well, then.

Imagine you still haven't, and you'll sleep better at night.

I'm off.

Have a great weekend, Ethel.

You too, Marion.

Feel better.

Mr.

Lowry, if it's no trouble, I'd like to offer up afternoon delight.

I knew I liked you, Lowry. You've got loyal employees, and that says a lot

an employer.

I believe this is the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship.

So will you be joining us, Mr. Lowry?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Can you help me with the back?

I know.

Get over here, Larry.

Uh, I was, uh, talking it up on a silver platter. I've been hearing some

paperwork.

My pussy.

Oh my god.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

yeah,

Mr. Lawrence.

Yeah.

How do you do?

I love your eyebrows.

Do you do them yourself?

I do, in fact.

Yes.

No one comes here much anymore.

Now that they put the highway in.

Is it far to Fruitdale? No.

It's about 15 miles.

And would you have a room available this evening?

All our rooms are available.

I see.

Put you in room number two.

What are you running from?

What?

Excuse me, why do you say this?

I'm not running from anything.

There's a run in your stocking. You must have been in a hurry.

Of course. I must have caught on something.

Put your room number two.

It's right next to the office.

In case you need anything.

Oh. Donnie?

You stole $40 ,000 from me. What were you thinking?

Now you owe me your life.

Don't worry, Marilyn.

You can pay me back every week for the rest of your life.

I'm not too late to take it.

Just a minute.

I didn't order anything.

I know.

I figured you must be hungry.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

You know, like I said, I just figured you might be hungry.

And the closest food is miles away.

Well, that's very kind of you.

Listen, you can eat my study if you'd like.

You'd probably be more comfortable there.

Alright. That would be fine.

Just let yourself into the office.

Just give me a moment to put my clothes on. I'll be right over.

That would be great.

Mother, you mustn't speak to me that way.

Fuck you, you little shit.

I will not have this abomination in my home.

What the fuck is this?

What do you mean, Mother?

panties. It's fucking disgusting.

Where did you get these?

Leave my panties alone, mother.

Stop. Now you stop right there, mister.

I will not have this filth in my home.

No.

No. You tell me this is a joke, Norman.

I want you to tell me that these are not crotchless motherfucking panties,

Norman.

Can't lie to you, Mother.

Get out of my house.

Get the...

I brought it into my house.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Go have your little dinner date with that tramp down in number two.

Get the fuck...

Thank you for coming.

Dinner's over there.

Sorry it's so simple. Just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

That's pretty much all I eat.

Are you sure this is a wise idea?

I overheard your mother.

No. Mother's fine.

She gets jealous.

I don't want to impose.

Please, sit.

Thank you.

I don't get to entertain that often.

Actually, never.

Well, you seem so lonely.

I like being out here alone.

It gives me a chance to think.

Of course.

I noticed your birds.

It's my hobby.

It's called taxidermy.

Oh.

I like stuffing dead things.

Really? Why birds?

No, not just birds.

Mostly birds.

I like stuffing birds.

Oh. I collected dolls as a child.

Excuse me?

I noticed your doll.

She's not a doll.

She's real.

Her name's Jezebel.

She was our old family maid.

You stuffed her like you stuffed your birds?

Uh -huh.

That's so fucking hot.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

I need to know.

I was just thinking aloud, is all.

Please tell me.

Nothing to tell.

I have dead people in this room.

Does that frighten you?

No. You're running from something, aren't you?

I know your secret.

No, no.

I know your dirty little secret.

I beg you, please stop.

Shall I tell you what it is?

Please, I can't breathe.

You. I beg you. Are.

No. A very naughty girl.

You love stuffed people.

Oh, I can't take it anymore.

I want your pumps and your brooch.

God, take me now, Norman.

Not so fast.

Don't worry I'm close right now

Cross me slowly.

Yes.

Amen.

Norman. Norman.

It's okay.

Of course, darling.

Somebody's happy to see me.

Norman.

Haha, Norman.

Adam's behind your back.

panties around your knees.

I love watching it.

Oh, yes, Norman, just like that.

Oh, that looks so...

I really love it.

Such a good boy Such a good boy

Yes, Lord.

Norman, take me.

Take me, Norman.

Yeah,

I want to watch you jerk your penis, Norman.

I want to see you.

You say no one's checked in here in over a month?

No. People don't come here much anymore since they put the highway in.

That's good what I'm looking for. She's on the lam.

You may have seen her.

Blonde.

Big tits.

Good ass.

A lonely guy like you might like some of that.

No. I'm afraid not, detective.

Is there anything else I can help you with? I have a busy day.

Doing what?

There's always a lot of maintenance to keep up.

But you just told me no one's checked in here in over a month.

What's to maintain?

Mother likes a clean motel.

Is she in that big house up on the hill?

Mother has an image to keep up.

All right. You wouldn't happen to have a phone book I could borrow, would you?

Yes, I think so.

Nice panties.

That's personal.

Sorry, couldn't help it.

I'm done talking, you detective.

If all you can think about is sex, there's a motel a few miles down the

where I'm sure you can find yourself a nice hooker.

And let's... You have a search warrant.

Look, no need to get your panties in a wad.

Just down the road, you say, huh?

Down the road.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Mama's boy.

Mary in his panties just like those.

I figured.

I'm going to let him chill for a few days. Think that he's in the clear.

And then I'm going to catch him with his panties down.

Detective, this is Lila, Mary and sister.

I have a terrible feeling about this.

Patience, patience, doll.

I've cased the joint. There is no sign of your sister or foul play.

But can't we do something?

You two just stay put.

I am right down the road keeping an eye on the joint, see?

What took you so long, foots?

This ain't Vegas, baby.

Vegas? Play the game?

I'd fuck a 400 -pound Russian for a ticket to Sin City.

Well, you keep talking like that, I may have that ticket for you.

You here to talk or fuck, gumshoe?

Damn.

I think I have just died and gone to heaven.

and make those eyes.

Good.

You're a fucking... Man,

baby. Damn, that feels swell.

Aww.

Take it all the way down. They do in Vegas, baby.

Good to know.

Oh my fucking god!

Goddamn.

Damn. Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Goddamn, you know fucking how to work that, don't you?

You know how to work that, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Pussy, huh?

It's a good pussy.

Fuck! Oh, yeah.

Oh, where's the fucking penny, baby?

Yeah.

It's like a big book.

A big Vegas book.

Fuck you!

Oh, God. Oh, God. God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. God damn.

God damn.

What are you going to do to me now?

What are you going to do to me now?

Oh, big boy.

What are you going to do?

Yeah.

Don't you have any bags?

Uh, no. You know, we just sort of eloped.

Sure, yeah.

It was an impulsive thing. We didn't really plan on it.

Oh.

Well, that explains no ring.

Yeah. No.

No ring.

No, I was planning on that later.

Sure, Sam.

Say, um, I was hoping we could get that room next to the office.

Oh.

Why would you want that room?

Um, in case we need anything.

That room's dirty. It needs to be cleaned.

No, it's not okay.

It's really filthy.

It's a very bad room.

Maybe we could move later after it's clean.

You're starting to upset me. No, we didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry.

mind. Never mind.

Oh.

Do you need anything?

Sam, something is seriously wrong. Did you smell it? No, what?

The perfume. You smell like Marianne. You have to call a detective right now.

Okay.

I suppose I should get that.

Sure, you could do that.

But then you're just going to get conned into going right back up to that Bates

Motel where some creepy fucking crossdresser is going to kill you

figured it all out.

Then he's going to dump you and your car in the swamp behind the place.

Or you could, uh, hightail it to Vegas with me right now and save yourself a

nasty little death in this here twisted thriller.

When God made you, baby, he broke the mold.

Tell you what, why don't you, uh, put something pretty on and we'll hit Vegas.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Nothing.

Oh, I knew we couldn't trust that man.

Listen, I know the local sheriff, and he owes me one.

Let's go get him.

Come on in.

Now, Sam, what's the emergency?

Can't you see I'm not on duty yet?

My girlfriend's gone missing. We think something happened at the old Bates

Motel. Slow down, Sam.

What makes you think there's foul play here?

My sister would never stay at a place like that.

Well, where was she going?

She's coming to see me.

Maybe she got lost.

I smelled her perfume on that man.

You mean Norman Bates?

Maybe that wasn't her perfume.

My sister's brand.

God damn it, Norman.

I told him nothing good would come of this kind of behavior.

What? Sit down.

Listen, Norman's just a simple guy, but he, uh, has this little problem.

See, his mama was a world -famous fashion designer.

She was a little bit of a diva.

Some say a certified fruitcake.

Norman, you don't have any fashion sense.

You will never amount to anything.

You will never, never be like your mother.

You, Norman, will never be a fashion

diva.

So you see, Norman's not a bad guy.

He's just a little confused.

It's quite logical he became obsessed with women's clothing because his mom's

delusional, obsessed fashion queen.

Yeah, but that doesn't explain why he kidnapped or possibly even killed

Allegedly. Listen, I have no time for this hogwash.

Norman's a fine young man.

Just because he dabbles in women's apparel doesn't make him a criminal.

Now you two get along.

But... Out, out, out.

I'm sure your sister will show up in no time.

Hey honey pie, can you bring my shoes down to me?

Come on.

God, Deepa, I didn't see what Norman was talking about.

You just know how I love when you play dress -up.

Gets me all hot and bothered.

Mind if I get out of this?

Go right ahead.

Do a little dance for you, Daddy?

How do you like that?

I thought

you'd like that.

But Daddy, how come your shoes are always prettier than mine?

How about these?

You know those are my favorite palms of yours.

Mine too.

I just want to

take you and ravish you right now.

May I?

Bum bum.

Who are you, Daddy?

Oh, my God.

Right now?

I can see you, Sean.

Back to what you were saying, Mother.

I'm going to have to disagree.

Sheer is sexy.

I mean, if a man can expose his nipples, why can't a woman?

It's all unfair, after all. Who's he talking to?

Is it Marianne?

I don't know.

Oh,

you would like some sugar, too? Of course.

I know you love your sugar, don't you, Mother?

You, on the other hand, don't care for sugar, do you, Marion?

It's all very clear to me now.

Norman suffers from acute matriarchal stress syndrome.

Tormented for years by his mother's fashion genius.

It's no wonder that he wanted to preserve her forever.

Marion.

Yes, Marion.

She too had impeccable taste.

Must have been the brooch that sent him over the top.

And her long legs and superb model -esque body must have driven Norman mad.

Yeah, but none of that matters now.

You're left without a sister and I.

I'm once again a single available man with burning loins and no garden to sow

seed.

No, Sam.

I'm a fertile garden and I will continue where my sister failed.

God, that's sexy.

Take me.

Take me now.

Hmm.