Unless whoever talked them into doing this - for whatever reason - has also agreed to protect them.

[it's like a phantom limb, the urge to reach out and punch one of them to test his theory. just a fleeting, terrible thought instead of one immediately acted on, and the realization makes Norman sigh in relief. no, he reassures himself, I'm not going to do that. think, instead.]

There's got to be a central console somewhere ... even behind a hidden panel ...