INT. DARK LIVING ROOM – EVENING.
[NORMAN BATES SITS ON A SOFA BY HIS “MOTHER”, A SKELETON WEARING A GREY WIG, WHO SITS IN A ROCKING CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM. NORMAN SLOWLY ROCKS HER ROCKING CHAIR WITH HIS HAND. HE SIGHS. PUSHING CARS INTO SWAMPS TAKES A LOT OF WORK!]
NORMAN: What is your new year’s resolution, mother?
MOTHER [IN A MUMBLED VOICE, ALMOST LIKE SOMEONE IS TALKING OUT THE SIDE OF THEIR MOUTH]: To get six pack abs.
[NORMAN INSTANTLY RECOILS, TAKES HIS HAND OFF THE ROCKING CHAIR, AND SITS UP STRAIGHT.]
NORMAN: Mother? Are you okay? You don’t sound yourself.
MOTHER: Sure I do, son. I’ve decided to get fit, I have. Yes, starting today I’m going to start going to the gym. I’m going to do pushups every morning, and smoothies. Yes, smoothies! I’m going to make lots of mango smoothies and run around the block, I am. Yes, just you watch! Mother isn’t quite done yet! …
[NORMAN GETS UP AND LOOKS BEHIND THE ROCKING CHAIR WHERE HE SEES HIS CLEANING LADY TALKING INTO HER CUPPED HANDS, HUDDLED IN THE DARK.]
MOTHER [NOW SIMONE]: … I’m gonna get fit ’n’ healthy! Yes! Yes! Just you wait and see!
SIMONE: [LOOKING UP TO SEE NORMAN] Oh. Hi, Norman.
NORMAN: I thought you were all finished with the cleaning?
SIMONE: I was. Came back to get my broom. Gave mother here a bit of a polish while I was at it. Hope you don’t mind?
[NORMAN DOESN’T QUITE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS HANDS. HE PUTS THEM IN HIS POCKET AND SHYLY TAKES A STEP BACK.]
NORMAN: Um … I guess, not. No. I mean, not at all.
[SIMONE STANDS UP, EDGES HER WAY AROUND THE ROCKING CHAIR AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF THE ROOM, AND BRUSHES HERSELF OFF.]
SIMONE: See you Monday then?
NORMAN: Yes. I suppose so.
[SIMONE TAKES HER BROOM AND BACKS OUT OF THE DARK ROOM.]
[NORMAN SITS BACK DOWN AND TAPS HIS FINGERS NERVOUSLY ON THE ARM OF HIS SOFA. HE TURNS TO MOTHER TO SAY SOMETHING BUT DECIDES NOT TO.]