Bates Motel (2013–2017): Season 3, Episode 9 - Crazy - full transcript

(male narrator) Previously
on Bates Motel...

You're new. What's your name?

- Norman Bates.
- Bradley Martin.

[coughs]

(Dylan) I wanted to ask you about Emma.

I have her on a list for a lung transplant.

- How much does it take?
- $20,000.

I make this run every month.

I was trying to give you guys
an opportunity to make $25,000.

This guy is going back with a message.

[gunshot]



Get out!

(Caleb) Come on. We gotta get outta here.

She's using you to protect
herself and her family.

I told James Finnigan how your father died.

Your son did it.

You told that person about that.

I was worried about
you, and he was a doctor.

- How could you do that?
- Because, Norman,

you have no idea what it's
like to be your mother!

I know what's best for you, honey,

how to handle things. You know that's true.

Get away from me!

(Norma) Norman...

You can't run away from me, Norman.



Don't fall apart, Norman.

[tense music]

Why are you here?

What's happened to you? Why...
why do you look like this?

Because my life has been a living hell

since I last saw you.

(Bradley) It's taken me a month

to get across country
in this piece of shit.

I don't know what I thought
I was doing, running away.

Why did you come back here?

You try living on your
own without any money,

without any parents.

I don't know why you
and Dylan let me do it.

But this is the one
place that you can't be.

You're dead here.

Yeah, I don't want to
be dead anymore, Norman.

I want to come home.

[car engine turns]

[dramatic music]

[car door opens]

[car door shuts]

[doorbell rings]

- Mr. Paris.
- Norma.

How's the pool coming?

I will give you the flash drive.

I just wanted you to know that.

Romero's been talking to you?

No, but...

What Dr. Finnigan told you was a lie.

My son had nothing to do
with his father's death.

[sighs]

I see.

I had a private investigator
do some research.

- Interesting case.
- It was an accident.

Norman has a bit of a
history, though, doesn't he?

His girlfriend's father,

- Officer Shelby.
- That wasn't him.

My mistake, that was Alex Romero.

Convenient.

I will give you the flash drive.

I will do whatever you want.

But you have to give me the assurance

that you won't bring Norman into this.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

You don't get to call
the shots anymore, Norma.

Bringing me the flash drive

would be in your best interest, though.

But I think Romero may beat you to it.

You had him wound pretty tight
around your finger, didn't you?

I think I opened his eyes.

It's kind of funny, isn't it?

You think I'm the bad guy,

but I think you may be much worse than me.

Oh, and don't slip and fall into your pool.

You might never get out.

[dramatic music]

[crackling electricity]

[dramatic music]

[electricity snapping and crackling]

Hey!

Nice plan you put together.

Wait. What do you mean?

We're lucky we got away with our lives.

Tell me what happened.

- You know what happened.
- No, I don't.

You set us up.

Okay, you're an informant.

Playing both sides. Well, you know what?

They're on to you.

Their plan was to kill my
son to send you a message.

Did they kill Dylan?

You know what? You'd be dead if they did.

Mm-hmm.

Well, thank God they didn't kill Dylan.

I'm sorry.

Now, where are my guns and money?

There are no guns and money.

For all I know, you
never made it to Canada.

You sold my weapons to
somebody here in the States

and came back here with
that sad-sack story.

We're done talking.

You are gonna give me
the 25 grand you owe me

for doing the job, and
you're gonna be grateful

that I'm a different man
than I used to be, okay,

that I'm willing to just take the money

and leave and not put a
bullet in your damn skull.

You've got the gift of wit.

I'll give you that.

It's hard to find these days.

Okay, so we'll have a
drink and talk it out.

- Everything will be fine.
- [gun clicking]

[grunting]

Aah!

[grunting]

[suspenseful music]

[breathing heavily]

If you ever, ever

go near my son again,

I'll hunt you down and I will kill you

if it's the last thing I do.

[car approaching]

What the hell is this?

Didn't your mom tell you?

She's building a pool.

Maybe she wanted to surprise you.

This doesn't look like a pool.

This looks like a bomb crater.

- How was the delivery?
- Honestly, it was, um,

not good.

I'm sorry. That sucks.

Oh, anyways, I-I probably
need to go take a shower.

I've been... I've been stuck in
the truck for, like, 72 hours.

I can't tell. I have
tubes in my nose, but...

[clears throat] Have
a... have a nice shower.

I'm gonna go home in a few minutes.

I'll, um... I'll see you tomorrow?

Okay.

Dylan.

What do you... what do
you need the money for?

Is it important? Can... can I help?

It is important.

No, I-I don't think you can help.

Thanks, Emma.

[dramatic music]

(Norman) So yeah, you
can sleep at the motel.

- And we don't have any guests.
- [car doors closing]

No one will see the car here.

(Bradley) Thank you, Norman.

It'll be nice to get a shower

and sleep in an actual bed.

(Norman) Just don't let my mother see you.

She thinks you're dead.

[car door slams]

[indistinct voices]

Why haven't you answered any of my calls?

B-because I don't want
to talk to you, Norma.

Whatever. You want to act like
a third-grade girl right now?

Fine. You know what? I
can't control the universe.

I just need the stupid flash drive back.

Come here.

You need to keep your voice down right now.

Okay, I understand that
you are upset with me.

But all I can tell you

is just try living in my shoes for a week

and then get back to me.

You know what? I don't care about that.

It's not my job to make
you like me tonight.

It's my job to get it back.

Bob wins. I lose. I don't give a shit.

- Just give it to me.
- You talked to Bob?

I just want out of this.

Well, you're out of it.
I'm taking care of it.

What the hell does that mean?

How are you taking care of it?

You don't just get to take care of it

and not tell me what that means.
I'm the one who gave it to you.

(Romero) Well, live and learn, Norma.

Be careful who you give things to.

And we're done talking about anything.

[dramatic music]

[door opening and shutting]

So you're just gonna go and
tell your mother you're alive?

How exactly are you gonna do that?

I don't know.

I can't just show up on her doorstep.

I think she'll have a heart attack.

Maybe a note.

Maybe you could do it.

You don't have to implicate yourself.

You don't have to tell
her your part in it all.

My part in it all?

(Bradley) Yeah. I can
totally keep you out of it.

[chewing]

You have a really sweet quality, Norman.

You come off as innocent.

I think you could ease her into it.

Okay.

All right, I'll try.

Good.

- You killed him?
- No, I didn't kill him.

It's, like, 50 grand.

I got mad, and I lost it.

I almost killed him. I wanted to.

But I didn't, okay?

The bad news is he's
gonna come looking for me

or the police will, so
I gotta get outta here.

You should clear out and stay
at your mom's for a while,

at least till we see how things shake down.

Look, we earned the money.

He screwed us over.

- Okay, I had to get it.
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

(Caleb) Okay, I'm gonna clear out.

I'll go stay on that logging road

that runs up along the ridge.

I'll be there if you need me.

Okay, nobody's gonna find me up there.

It's gonna be a while
before Chick's up and about,

but whenever he shows up,

you just, you know, tell him
I've been gone for a while.

You don't know where I am.

Yeah, but you are gonna be there, right?

I mean, you're not just gonna take off.

No, of course I am.

Come here.

[dramatic music]

[car door slams]

[engine starts]

[dramatic music]

[paper rustling, objects clatter]

[rustling]

[music swells]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

We are getting rid of all this.

Oh, no, we're not. This is my work, okay.

It's important.

Norman, do not fight me
on this. It all has to go.

Why? Why are you doing this?

Because, Norman, someone
might reopen the case

about Sam's death.

And if we get investigated,

then having a hobby that
involves cutting up dead things

is gonna look pretty weird.

Oh, because it would make
me look bad? Sick? Crazy?

- I see.
- Frankly, yes.

Yeah, so then all of
these things that I made,

that I love, that are beautiful,

we're just gonna trash all these

because you're afraid of how I look?

Norman, you... You don't get it.

I think I do get it!

[suspenseful music]

But you know who really doesn't
look so good in all of this?

You, Mother.

Now, don't take this the wrong way, okay?

I will always love you.

You are the first thing that I think about

when I wake up in the morning.

And you are the last thing
that I think about at night.

And I have always taken your word for it

when you tell me that I do
these things I can't remember.

But I'm not the one rummaging
around in the basement.

I'm not the one sleeping
with their therapist.

And you can see how these things
might get confusing, Mother.

- It makes me wonder.
- Makes you wonder what?

How do I know it wasn't
you who killed my father?

You're just... you're...
You are mad at me right now,

and you are trying to hurt me.

And I don't... I don't
care. I-I can't care.

Okay, I can't. So just stay in your room.

I don't want you leaving this house

until I know that we are safe.

Whether you like me or not.

Of course, Mother.

[dramatic music]

- [sighs]
- There she is.

[breathes deeply]

Oh, my God.

[car keys chirp]

She replaced my dad already?

[car keys chirp]

[car engines start]

Let's come back another time.

[dramatic music]

What are you doing?

I have to go in there. I have to see it.

[dramatic music]

You all right?

It looks different.

It feels like I never even lived here.

No. No. I'm... I'm sure that's not true.

Look, see? There you are.

She knew I hated this photo.

It's typical.

[dramatic music]

She changed everything.

Where are you going?
Le-Let's just leave. We...

I want to see my room.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

I really am dead.

[sighs]

So much for going home.

[dramatic music]

[cries]

- Oh, Sheriff Romero.
- Hi.

- Special Agent Liz Babbitt.
- Hey.

How can I help you? Please, have a...

I've been appointed the lead
investigator on this case.

We're analyzing the
data on the flash drive.

Yeah, and?

One of the names on the accounting ledger

was your deceased mother.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Uh, my... my father, he was
the one who started the pot ring

in the '80s when he was sheriff.

And as his criminal enterprise grew,

he acquired a number of investors.

Those are the people on
the... the accounting ledger.

And he... he added my mother's name

as... as a cover for
when he was sent to prison

so he could keep accumulating
his share of the money.

Well, that's kind of odd.

And after your father was convicted,

you were elected sheriff of White Pine Bay?

That's right.

Okay.

O-Okay, what?

It's just surprising.

I mean, you'd think the
citizens of this town

would want to distance themselves

from the relation of a convicted felon.

My father and I are not the same person,

and everybody in this town knows that.

And... and we're not close.

I mean, I just implicated him
in the commission of a new crime.

Yeah, I get that you don't like your dad.

That's not the part I'm
having trouble understanding.

It's that given the history of this town

I find it difficult that
you can claim to know nothing

about the illicit activities
that have been going on here.

There a question there?

Just talking.

You've been extremely cooperative,

and I appreciate that.

Everyone's in the conference room.

We have a lot to do in the next 24 hours.

[dramatic music]

(Dylan) Hello?

Evening, Dylan.

You're looking for Emma, she's upstairs.

Actually, I-I came to see you.

I wanted to give you this.

[dramatic music]

There's 50,000 there.

Is it enough?

T-to bump Emma up the transplant list.

I don't know what to say.

Yeah, it's more than enough.

I'll give the rest back to you,

and I'll pay you back every cent.

It doesn't matter. I don't care about that.

I just... Just promise me one thing.

You won't tell Emma that it came from me.

- If that's what you want.
- It is.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
go up and say hi to her

if that's okay.

Dylan.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[light knock at door]

(Dylan) Emma, are you up here?

[door creaking]

[tender music]

Emma?

Dylan?

I just wanted to come up and say hi.

You were sleeping.

Not anymore. I'm... I'm sorry.

No, I... please, I'm... I'm
thrilled to not be resting.

[clears throat]

I bet I look good.

What's wrong? Did something happen?

Nothing. Nothing, just, um...

Caleb had to leave the farm
for a little while, so...

Why?

Some business stuff that
he had to take care of.

It's... it's not a big deal.

I just, uh...

I kind of got used to him being there.

Of course you did. He's your father.

I've known since last
summer. Norman told me.

Don't be mad. He... he was worried for you.

I'm sorry that you know that.

It...

It took me a long time to get my
head wrapped around it, and I...

I can't imagine what
someone like you must think.

No.

We come into the world the
way we come into the world.

It's not our choice,
but at least we're here.

[dramatic music]

Thanks, Emma.

I-I gotta go.

Um, I'll see you soon.

[clears throat]

So what are you gonna do now?

No idea.

I just don't want to be alone anymore.

I better get back to my mother.

Why doesn't she ever want
you to leave the house?

She thinks there's something wrong with me.

Well, is there something wrong with you?

[suspenseful music]

Yes.

[objects clatter]

[dramatic music]

You gotta be kidding me.

My son isn't going to prison

because some rich, perverted
asshole killed two women.

He doesn't deserve to be dragged into this.

And put your damn gun down.

Like you're gonna shoot
me? That'll be the day.

I hate you.

Well, I hate you, too, so what?

Where is it?!

Where's the stupid piece of computer gear

that's ruining my life?

I turned it over to the DEA.

You did what?

Yeah.

You know, all those
people involved with it,

they're all criminals, and
they're gonna go to prison.

And they can go to hell for all I care,

'cause I'm... I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of trying to accommodate them

and accommodate everybody,

and I'm... I'm sick of trying
to make all of this shit work.

I'm done.

I'm done with them, and
I'm... I'm done with this town.

I'm done with everything.

How could you do that to me?

Bob Paris will investigate
my husband's death

just to get me back.

I'm screwed!

I'm li... I'm like... I'm totally screwed.

How could you do that to me?

[gasping]

- Why'd you lie to me?
- I didn't lie to you.

Oh, come on. You know
your husband didn't die...

- I didn't!
- He didn't die in an accident.

You know it, and I know
it! So tell me the truth.

Okay, for once in your life,
just tell me the truth, Norma.

I did. I killed him.

No, come on, the truth!

I... He was abusive, and I killed him!

No, damn it! The truth!

He was hitting me, and
I hit him in the head

with a blender, and I-I didn't
mean to kill him but I did!

And I dragged his body into the garage

and I made it look like an accident.

Just stop lying to me!

[crying]

You know the truth. Don't make me say it.

[cries]

You! You!

I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate... I hate you.

[crying]

[dramatic music]

Don't touch...

Don't touch me, please.

Don't touch... Don't you touch me.

Don't touch me.

[dramatic music]

You are not gonna get me.

Go to hell, you sons of bitches!

I'm gonna fight your asses until I'm dead!

[breathing heavily]

You all right? You look...

Don't ask.

I won't either.

All right, fair enough.

I just want to leave this for Dylan.

Um, I'm leaving.

I'm worried about staying here, so...

Okay.

Shouldn't you say good-bye to him?

Look, Norma, before I go,

I-I need... I need to tell you something.

Okay, something about Norman.

Norman? But you don't even know him.

When I was here last time,

you know, when... when
you wouldn't talk to me,

I was staying at a motel near here,

and he found me.

He came to my room, you know,

and started talking about how angry he was,

about how I'd raped him.

And then I started to realize

he thought he was you.

There's nothing wrong with Norman.

There's nothing wrong with him.

Look, you can see the world
however you want, Norma.

Okay, I know you don't
like looking at the truth,

but the truth is

Norman is gonna hurt someone.

I just hope it isn't you.

Good-bye, Norma Louise.

[dramatic music]

These are mine, but they
should fit you well enough.

Thanks, Norman.

[sighs]

I've decided I'm gonna leave tomorrow.

Oh.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

Do you want to come with me?

Oh, no, I-I can't.

(Bradley) Why? Why can't you leave?

Is it because there's
something wrong with you?

In part, yes.

And my mother seems upset, so...

What's that?

Just something that helps me sleep.

So what's wrong with you?

Uh, some kind of neurological disorder.

I just black out sometimes, you know.

I can't drive or anything.

[laughs]

Norman.

Remember when you came
to my door that night

and you tried to tell me you loved me?

And I told you I didn't feel that way.

I was an idiot.

But I can't tell you how
much I appreciate that now.

Not that I think you still love me,

that you ever did.

[kissing]

[dramatic music]

(Norma) Norman...

(Norma) Norman, please.

I-I-I can't.
I just...

It's... it's okay, Norman.

It's okay.

I just wanted to be close to you.

[suspenseful music]

(Norma) Norman.

[gasps, groans]

I can't. I-I gotta...

(Bradley) Don't go.

Where are you going?

[suspenseful music]

What are you so shocked about?

I saw what you were about to do in there.

I'm confused.

Norman, don't screw with me.

Okay?

What are you gonna do
about that girl in there?

I know what you want to do.

No, it's not like that.

It's not like that, Mother.
She's... she's just in trouble.

That bitch Bradley Martin has
always been a pain in my ass.

- I thought she was dead.
- No, she faked her suicide.

She just had to get away
from some very bad people.

Norman, listen to me. We have
a lot of trouble on our plate.

We don't need anything more.

Okay.

Yes. Yes, Mother. You're... you're right.

I'm so sorry. I just felt bad for her.

I know, honey. I know.

Your heart is too big.

Come on, let's go to the house.

Of course, Mother.

[dramatic music]