Bates Motel (2013–2017): Season 2, Episode 1 - Gone But Not Forgotten - full transcript

Previously on Bates Motel...

- Yeah. You're different.
- What's so different

about me?
You're kinda weird.

Weird good.

I shouldn't have done it
with someone like you.

I found out today that the
city is building a new bypass.

It'll be the new main road.

I bought a motel

that no one is ever gonna
know is even there.

So when can you sneak me
into my dad's office?

Did Jerry Martin have an office here?



I'm not feeling too friendly
towards Jerry Martin.

They're from a woman... B.
"all my love, B."

- Who's B?
- Norman!

What are you doing walking in the rain?

Come on, get in.
You probably shouldn't

tell anyone that you came here.

- Norman, what happened?
- Emma got upset

and had to leave, and miss Watson

was gonna give me a ride,
but the next thing I remember,

I was just running on the road alone,

- trying to get home.
- Everything is good,

Norman, finally.

Everything's good.

- Hello?
- This is Principal Hudgins



calling from
the White Pine Bay High School

emergency phone tree.

I'm sorry to report
that one of our teachers,

Blaire Watson,
was found dead this morning,

the victim of a violent crime

which is currently being investigated

by the sheriff's office.

This has been a profound loss
for all of us.

There will be no school Monday
so members of our community

can attend her memorial service.

We encourage everyone to attend

to celebrate the life
of this wonderful teacher.

What is it?

That was the principal of your school.

What happened?

Norman...
what happened last night?

You said something about Miss Watson

was going to give you a ride home?

But she didn't?

You never got in the car?

I don't remember.

I just remember running home.

I guess she couldn't have given me a ride

if I was running home, right?

Why?

Um...
Miss Watson is dead.

What?

Apparently, someone killed her.

Man, who is born of a woman,

has but a short time to live,
and is full of misery.

He comes up and is cut down like a flower.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Of whom may we seek
for our succor, oh lord,

who is justly displeased
because of our sins?

Yet, oh lord God most holy...

Oh lord, most mighty, oh holy
and most merciful savior,

deliver us not into the bitter
pains of eternal death.

Do not shut your merciful ears
to our prayers...

But spare us, lord most
holy, oh, God most mighty,

oh, holy and merciful savior,
most worthy judge eternal.

Suffer us not, in our last hour,

for any pains of death,
to fall from your grace.

You need to eat something.

She was so kind.

I can't imagine why anyone would hurt her.

Sweetheart, you didn't really know her.

You knew only one part of her.

God knows what else was going on
in that woman's life.

We only see the tip of
the iceberg with... with anyone.

We see what people want us to see, but...

but that doesn't mean

there wasn't something else underneath.

No, she wasn't a bad person.

No, I'm not saying she was.

- Who would do this to her?
- I don't know, honey.

But it's not your problem
to figure out who, okay?

♪ Brother, brother

♪ you're untrue, you're untrue ♪

♪ brother, brother, brother

♪ these legs are closed to you

♪ lie

♪ lie

♪ lie

♪ And you look me in the eye

♪ Lie

♪ Lie

♪ lie

♪ and you look me in the eye

♪ brother, brother, brother

♪ little boy, you've got some nerve ♪

♪ brother, brother, brother

♪ you're gonna get what you...

♪ You know there's no rhyme or reason ♪

♪ for the way you turned out to be ♪

♪ I didn't go and try to change my mind ♪

♪ not intentionally

♪ I know it's hard to hear me say it ♪

♪ but I can't bear to stay here ♪

♪ I just know, I know, I know, I know ♪

♪ that you're gonna be okay anyway ♪

♪ always keep your heart locked tight ♪

♪ don't let your mind retire

♪ oh, but I just couldn't take it ♪

♪ I tried hard not to fake it ♪

♪ but I fumbled and when
it came down to the wire ♪

♪ it felt bad, it felt right ♪

♪ oh, but I fumbled,
and when it came down ♪

To this lake here.
You can catch it at 11:15.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- How's it going?
- Good.

It got busy.
Everyone came in all at once.

Where's Norman?
He's supposed to be here.

I-I haven't seen him.

Do you want me to go look...
look for him?

No, no.

- I'll get him.
- Okay.

Norman?

You're supposed to be in the office.

Put that down and get back down there.

Mother, just let me finish this.

What does that mean?

Five minutes, five hours?
You're taking apart a woodchuck.

I don't know how long
that's supposed to take.

- There's a line of customers.
- Fine.

And it's a beaver, not a woodchuck.

It's the first sophisticated animal

I've had the chance to work on by myself.

Norman, seriously, you spend
too much time in the basement.

It's not normal.

You need to be out in the world,
doing normal things.

Can we go driving?
You know my test is coming up.

I definitely need to be practicing.

Yes!
Yes, we can go driving,

but I need you to come down and help me

take care of customers
in our sold-out motel!

Hey, Emma.

- Hey, Norman.
- Sorry.

- Wow, it's busy?
- Yeah, I took care of it.

Oh, these came for you.

I guess you sent these to Bradley.

I was just concerned about her,

you know, after the accident.

You know, it wasn't an accident.

She jumped off a bridge.

It's a euphemism.
You know, I know what happened.

You know, she's getting out
of the mental hospital today.

Yeah, I ran into Jenna in town.
She... she told me.

Why would she tell you about it?

Because I asked how Bradley was.

Oh.

Well, well, good.

Yeah, yeah, I'm glad she's better.

Hi, honey.

Hi, mom.

Heard we're going home.

What's that?

I want to start paying you rent.

I know I keep saying I'm gonna move out,

but I haven't moved out yet, have I?

I'm not taking your money.
I know where you get it.

Norma, that's stupid.

You might as well say
that you're not gonna go

to the laundry or the car wash.

Okay, because let's be honest,

everything in this town exists
because of the weed industry.

My motel doesn't.

It's just happy people on vacations.

Okay, Norma, whatever.

All right, I'm just gonna
leave that there though.

You don't ever have to take it,
but I'm trying.

Are you gonna pass this guy?

- No.
- Well, then why did you

look in the side mirror
and edge out like that?

I was thinking about passing him.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're too far off the road on this side!

- Get back towards the middle.
- I can drive, mother,

without you telling me
every little thing to do!

Excuse me if I don't want you
to suddenly find your wheel

off the road in the dirt,

and then suddenly,
we veer off into a tree.

Of course, I wouldn't know
how to not drive into a tree

if it wasn't for your assistance.

Come on.

If you are going to pass
this guy, which you should,

make sure it's totally clear
and then use your blinker.

I know how to use the blinker, mom.

Okay.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Floor it, floor it!
Get around this guy.

Hurry!

Good.
Good, very good.

No, you're kidding.

You're actually complimenting me?

Now don't be sarcastic.
I'm just trying to help you.

Or do you want to not drive?

I'm not sure that I am driving.

Oh, Norman, not here again.

Norman, Miss Watson
passed away four months ago.

No, she was murdered.

I never got the chance
to say good-bye.

When is this gonna end?

What?

This endless moping around
about Miss Watson!

Yes, it was horrible and it was sad,

but it's not like she was your friend

or a girlfriend or a relative.

She was just your teacher!

You're a teenager, it's summer.

You should be out, I don't know,
playing baseball

or going to swimming holes
or something normal.

I don't think mourning
the death of someone

who had been special to you
is particularly abnormal!

Oh, I am just a little concerned

that you seem obsessed with...

morbidity or something.

I mean, you spend your days

equally mooning over a dead teacher

and taking apart dead animals.

It's just weird.
It's not right, Norman.

It makes me feel like a bad mother.

- You're not a bad mother.
- Well, whatever.

The point is, it's not healthy for you.

You... you need to spend time
with actual living organisms.

Come on, let's go home.

You drive.

Oh.

Whoa, you're going 42!

- I saw the speed limit was 35.
- Stop it.

And you hit two of those bump thingies

in the middle of the road.

I'm afraid you might just suddenly

veer off into an oncoming truck or...

Mother, what are you doing?

Excuse me, what's going on here?

This here is the new bypass road.

It's gonna connect from here
to the main highway

on the far side of town.

Yeah, I know all about it,
but... but why are you here now?

I-I read it was delayed
for funding.

Look, lady, all I know

is that we're gonna
break ground on Monday.

Monday?

Okay.

Okay, thank you.

What's the matter?

They're building the new bypass.

They're actually building it.

I thought I had time to fight it.

What did he say, mother?

They're starting work on Monday.

This is the road
that's gonna ruin our lives.

Mom, I'm just walking
into the village, okay?

- They have a meeting tomorrow.
- Who has a meeting?

The White Pine Bay City Council.

I'm putting my name
on the agenda to speak.

To speak about what?

The bypass.

Mom, what are you gonna say?

You need to prepare
for something like that.

I will be prepared.
I have until tomorrow.

Norman, we have to fight this.

You've got to stand up
for yourself in life.

You can't let the world run over you.

Mom, you...
how are you gonna stop

a city from building a road?

Come here.

Come here.
Look out there.

We did that.

All those cars, all those people
out there in our motel,

all of them, every single one,

found us driving along the main road.

Remember that first night

we got to turn on the "No vacancy" sign?

You remember what that felt like?

Yeah.

We started over.

We came here to do it, and we did it,

and I'm not letting anyone
take that away from us, okay?

I will figure it out.

Okay, mother.

Where'd you say you were going?

Oh, um, into the village.

Okay.

Have fun.

See you in a bit.

You'll see, Norman.

We're gonna do this.
It's all gonna be good!

Bradley Martin, what do you want?

I want to know who killed my dad.

I don't know who killed your dad.

I find that hard to believe.

You worked with him every day.
You must know something.

Who his enemies were,
if someone had it out for him.

How old are you?

Old enough.

I'm sorry about what happened
to your father,

but all I can tell you
is stuff you don't want to hear.

Try me.

Your father was a shitheel.

He was out for himself,
he had no loyalty to anyone,

and that's a bad move in this business.

That's a good start.

I could tell you more,
if you want to come inside.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So go home, kid.

Forget about him!

- What?
- It's mom.

It's locked.

Yeah?

A boy is here to see you.
Norman Bates?

I wrote you nearly every day
you were in the institution.

I know.

Thought I should be away for a while.

Well, how are you doing?

Awesome.

Okay.

Human relationships are...

glorious, aren't they, Norman?

I guess I just wanted
to say one thing to you.

I heard about what happened,
that you tried to kill yourself.

I tried to imagine
what that would feel like,

wanting to do that.

It must have been terribly isolating,

feeling that you had nowhere to turn,

no one to talk to, no way out.

But...

you never need to feel that way.

You need to know that you
can always talk to me,

and that I will always be there
for you, if you need me...

as a friend.

I just wanted to tell you that.

Hey!

Why are you taking pictures of me?

Hey!

- Hey.
- Hey, Gil.

Hey.

Relax.

Hey, if you see Jerry Martin's kid

poking around asking questions,
get rid of her, all right?

I don't want anybody
talking to her about anything.

Why, what happened?

Well, she showed up at my place last night

out of the blue, asking questions.

You know, who killed her dad.

I don't need that shit.

I thought I got rid
of my Jerry Martin problem.

Yeah.
Yeah, okay.

That girl's crazy, you know?

I heard she was locked up.
It's a shame.

She's smoking hot.

Hey.

Hey, why the hell does Gil
hate Jerry Martin so much?

Probably because Jerry Martin

was sleeping with his girlfriend.

Really?

Who's that?

Blaire Watson, the chick who got killed.

The daughter of the other weed family.

Let's go, we've got a run to do.
Come on.

- Hello.
- Can I help you?

Yeah, I was wondering
if it would be possible

for me to see sheriff Romero?

- Your name?
- Norman Bates.

So, what can I do for you, Norman?

Well, today I was
at the graveyard, you know,

up on Shepherd's Hill,
where Miss Watson's buried,

and I saw this strange man
standing at her grave.

Here, I took some photos of him that,

you know, I thought might be helpful.

That... that maybe

this man might have had
something to do with her murder.

Well, why do you think that?

Before she died, I overheard her at school

having an argument with someone

on the phone, someone named Eric.

I just... I got suspicious

when I saw that man
standing at her graveside.

And, um, you...
you go to her grave a lot?

I do, yeah.
Sometimes.

Yeah?
How come?

I don't know.

I just feel so terrible about her death.

- It seems so unfair.
- Yeah.

You ever go to her house?

Me?

I, um... I did, yeah.

Yeah, when?

Ooh, I don't remember exactly.

We... you know,
we were working on

a story I wrote for class,
and she liked it

and wanted to try and help me
get it published,

so we met at her house to go over it.

She was wonderful that way, you know,

Miss Watson, always trying
to be helpful to her students.

Why? Why...

did you find any evidence, or...

are my... my fingerprints
at her house, or...

Well, if we did, we wouldn't
know they were yours, right?

I mean, unless you'd ever
been fingerprinted before.

I haven't.

But I wouldn't have been the only student

to ever have gone to her house, would I?

No.

We got a lot of prints at her house

that we assume belong to students, yeah.

Other teachers told us she did a lot

of school projects at her home.

Yeah, don't worry.
We're gonna find her killer.

That's very good to hear.

Do you want me to email you
a copy of those photos?

No, no, that's not necessary.
Thanks.

Well, I'd...
I'd better be going.

We understand Crime and Punishment

is a classic, but is it
really appropriate reading

for high school students?

An old lady gets murdered with a hatchet

very early in the book,
and the main character,

who we're supposed to feel
sympathy for, is the murderer.

His savior comes in the form

of a prostitute named Sonya.
Really?

Look, the PTA parents have
put together a list of books

we think would be more appropriate titles.

Thank you, Marcy.

We will discuss this
with the school board.

All right, that's gonna
end the meeting for tonight.

- All in favor, say, "Aye."
- Excuse me.

Um, I signed up to be
on the agenda tonight.

Excuse me?

It's about the new bypass.

I read that it was delayed,

and now I he that
it's being started on Monday?

I don't support the road.
I'm proposing that we stop it.

And you are?

I'm Norma Bates.
I own the Bates Motel.

And?

Well, this new bypass is gonna cut us off

from all the traffic going through town,

and it's gonna destroy our business.

Well, approach the council,
Mrs. Bates.

So... so what's your plan

for stopping the bypass, Norma Bates?

My plan?

Well, um, I wanted to express
my views to the council.

Which you've done.

Anything else?

I just... I don't see how
you can think this is okay.

It's gonna create
this whole big, ugly strip

of big-box stores and all sorts
of traffic out there.

It's not gonna be the same quaint town.

Are you saying that you
don't want the economic boost

that comes from having big
new stores out on the highway?

Oh, wait.

Not unless it suits your business, right?

I think you're a little confused,
and, frankly, out of line.

All in favor of ending the meeting?

Aye.

You're a dick!

Excuse me?

Yes, I just called you a dick,
because that's what you are!

I'm stuck here now
because I can't sell my property

because of your stupid bypass!

I'm underwater!

No one told me that before I bought it.

Maybe you should talk about that
at a city council meeting.

Or maybe you should talk about

the fact that your fancy town
is run on drug money.

Maybe that would be worth
talking about as opposed

to crazy house moms whining
about whether or not their kids

have read about ax murderers and whores.

Welcome to the world, ladies!

There are ax murderers and
whores stuffed under every rug,

so your kids better read up
on it and get educated,

because that's what life is!

It's a cesspool you claw and scratch

and fight to swim out of,
but you never get to the top!

As voted, the meeting is adjourned.

Why'd you want to meet way out here?

Why all the secrecy?

I heard you talked to Gil.

So what if I did?

That's not smart.

You know what your dad did, what Gil does.

You need to stay away from him.

You need to stay away
from the whole operation.

As soon as he tells me who killed my dad.

He's not gonna do that.

- We'll see.
- I think...

I'm pretty sure, actually,

that your dad was sleeping
with Blaire Watson.

That's the "B" that you found
in those letters.

And she also happened
to be Gil's girlfriend.

And when Gil found out,
he wasn't very happy.

Now, I don't know if that's
what happened to your father,

but it's more than likely.

You need to stop doing what you're doing

and stay the hell out of all of this.

It's not gonna bring your dad back,

and it could get you hurt, or worse.

I like how you're worried
about me all of a sudden.

- It's funny.
- Why is it funny?

Because you didn't answer
any of my emails.

What?

That was about my brother.

He likes you.

There's lines you don't cross.

Whatever.

I'm just trying to help you, Bradley.

I don't need you to.

Norma!

You scared me.

You shouldn't sneak up
on somebody like that.

I didn't know walking down the sidewalk

constitutes sneaking up on somebody.

What do you want?

You all right?

I have been better.

What's the matter?

I, oh...

I am not even gonna go into it.

Well, I wanted to tell you that
Norman came to see me today.

What for?

He brought me a photo he took of a man

out at Blaire Watson's grave.

Did you know he's been going
out there on a regular basis?

I know he's been out there.

I thought he's gotten over this.

I-I think that...

he's young, he's impressionable.

Her death hit him very hard.

He and Miss Watson...
I don't even...

I don't even know her first name.

Blaire.

She was his advisor.
He really cared about her.

- Yeah, that's what he told me.
- Yeah.

Norman is a very sensitive boy.

Still, you know,
four months after she died,

I-I don't think he should
be hanging out at her grave.

Oh, no, I totally agree with you.

And he should... he needs
to find some other activities.

- Trust me, I'm working on it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- It's summer, just, um...
- Right.

Go let him have some fun,
you know, let him be a kid.

You're right, absolutely.

He should.
He will.

Feels like the hose
is caught on something.

All right, give more slack.
More slack!

- This has got to stop.
- What?

I was just pulled aside by Romero,

who filled me in on your visit.

What did I do?

I-I didn't do anything wrong.

I saw a suspicious man at her
grave and went to the police.

Stop it!

Stop it.
This is not sane!

You are obsessed with that dead woman.

Why?
Why, Norman?

Why are you obsessed with her death?

I went to her house that night.

What night?

The night she was killed.

But that's not what you told me.

That's not what you said.

You said that...

she offered you a ride
and that you didn't take it.

That's not what I said!

I said she offered me a ride,
and then I was running home.

But something happened in the middle.

I-I couldn't tell you.

You'd have been angry,
you know, disappointed in me.

Norman.

Norman, you need to tell me
what happened that night.

She took me to her house
to clean up my eye,

you know, where...
where it had been cut.

And she was nice.
She made me tea.

She talked to me.

But it was...

it was weird.

You know, I felt like...
something was happening,

like she was attracted to me or something.

And it felt wrong but also not wrong.

Did you sleep with her?

No.
No, I...

No, she was just gonna drive
me home, but... but, um...

she went and changed and she
left her bedroom door open,

and I could see her, you know, undressing.

And I got... I got scared,
I guess, you know?

I-I got, um...

I got, um...

I don't really remember!

I just remember feeling
almost like I was gonna faint,

and then the next thing I know,
I was running home.

I don't remember.

You don't remember what happened?

No!
No, I've tried!

But all I can think about
is if I hadn't have left,

I might have been there
when that person attacked her,

and I-I might have been able
to help her,

I might have been able to save her.

I feel like it's my fault,
like I've let her down.

Then why did you leave?

I don't know, mother.

Norman, listen to me.

She tried to seduce you,
and it was not appropriate.

Somewhere inside, you knew that,
and you ran away.

That's it.
It's plain and simple.

You ran away because you're a good boy.

You're a good boy.

You must like this place.

Can I come in?

Yes, you can.

- You drink yet?
- Please.

So have you thought about our little talk?

I have.

And I need to know more about my dad.

Is that what you wanted?

So far, so good.

Not easy being a girl without a daddy...

you know?

I can imagine.

I just need someone
to explain things to me.

To tell me everything.

Ask away.

I heard my dad
was sleeping with Blaire Watson,

and I need to know more about my dad,

because I don't think
I ever really knew him.

Take this off.

Was Blaire Watson
sleeping with anyone else?

I don't know, maybe.

Someone who might have been jealous?

What are you doing?

Did you mean what you said,

that you'd always be here for me?

Good.

Because I need your help.