Bates Motel (2013–2017): Season 4, Episode 3 - Til Death Do You Part - full transcript

Norma and Romero take a big step together; Norman attempts to accept his new circumstances; Dylan tries to shed old business.

Male announcer: Previously
on "Bates Motel"...

- I... it's my mother.

She doesn't know
what she's doing.

I'm not telling him anything.

- Why don't you
come with me, son?

- Excuse me? Uh, Dr. Edwards?

My son has terrible blackouts.

He's being held
at Willamette County Psych
Ward.

Would you please help me?

- There could be up to 30
people on the waiting list.

- Well, there should be
enough here



for the first two months' stay.

- Is Norman Bates
related to you?

- I'm marrying his mother.

- I know you killed that woman.

And you... you're trying
to pin it all on me

and have me locked up!

Mother!

- Okay, we're gonna take you
to get some help.

- I love you.
I hope you know that.

[dramatic music]



[clock ticks]

[solemn music]





[sighs]



[sighs]



[lock beeps]



- Are you ready
for your orientation, Norman?

- Somebody took my belt.

- Well, no one
wears belts around here.

See?

- Why?

- Because it's safer.

Come on.

Walk with me.

[indistinct chatter]

- Sorry I'm late.
I had to stop for gas.

- No big deal.

It's not like we're doing
anything important here.

- Can you, um...

Can you lean into me a little?

Like maybe we've
had physical contact

before this moment?

- This is weird.

- I'm... I'm sorry
last night was so hard.

You're doing the right thing
for him.

- I hope so.

- Sheriff Romero?

Norma Bates?

We're ready for you.

- You ready?

- Ready as I'll ever be.

- We are gathered here

to join this man and this woman
in matrimony,

which is an honorable estate

and is not to be
entered into lightly

but with great reverence
and discretion.

From this day forward,

you will belong entirely
to each other.

Together in mind,
together in heart...

- Okay, you can skip this part.

We... we know all this.

- Uh...

- Sorry, she's nervous, Connie.

- Together in heart,
together in soul

for all eternity.

Alexander,
do you take this woman

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Do you promise to love,
honor, and protect her

in sickness and in health

till death do you part?

- I do.

- Norma, do you take this man

to be your
lawfully wedded husband?

Do you promise to love,
honor, and protect him,

in sickness and in health,

till death do you part?

- I do.

- Do you have the rings?

- Yeah.

[reflective piano music]

Um, I've got hers, Connie.

Mine just...
It's getting adjusted.



- By the authority vested in me

by the state of Oregon,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.





- [sighs] Thanks for doing that.

- Mm, you're welcome.

So, uh, I'll be over after work
with my stuff.

- What stuff?

- You do realize
I have to move in with you?

- Oh.

Yeah. Okay, of course.

- Norma,
it... it has to look real.

I'm an elected official.

I need people to trust me, okay?

I'm not supposed to be cutting
legal corners and marrying...

- Have they met you?
- Funny.

Hey, this was your idea.
It wasn't mine.

You wanted to do it.

- Yeah, yeah...
- You've got to commit to it.

Okay, it's not a joke.

What we're doing is illegal.

I could easily lose my job,

not to mention I already have
enough people pissed off at me

who would love to see me
get in trouble for something,

including the DEA.

- The DEA investigates
fake marriages?

- Don't make me
regret doing this.

- Okay, fine, I get it.
I get it.

Yeah, sure. Move in.

- It's gonna be fine, okay?

I'm an easy roommate.
I work a lot.

It's not forever.

- Okay.
- All right?

- See you tonight, okay?
- Okay.

- All right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good, I'll see you tonight.

[electricity crackling]

- I feel like I've been
through hell and back,

but here I am,

dragging a hunk of metal
down the street

like nothing's changed.

- You know, I, um...

I worked with
this guy once who...

He... he lost his leg
in a drilling accident

and, um,

he suffered from, uh...

From phantom, uh, limb syndrome.

His... his mind was
so used to, uh, you know,

to the leg being there that it...

It tricked him into
thinking it was there

even though it wasn't.

- So you're saying I'm gonna
have phantom tank syndrome?

- Well, you know, it's a, uh,

it's a pretty small,
selective group...

- [giggles]

- But I'm sure they have
an Internet site.

I'm thinking about
firing Gunner.

- Why?

I mean, if he worked for me,
I'd fire Gunner,

but w-why specifically?

- I'm thinking about
getting out of the, uh...

The weed-growing business.

[pensive music]

The truth is, I just...

I don't know.

I'm... I'm not all that excited
about it anymore.

And, um,

I'd like to try
and do something...

Something different
with my life.

Something...
Something better.



- So you're gonna
give up the farm?

- Well, I mean,
I was only renting it, so...

I'm just going to be
out the money for the barn,

but whatever.



- Well, breakfast
is from 7:00 to 8:30;

lunch is from 12:00 to 1:00;

dinner's from 5:00 to 6:00.

You can make phone calls here.

Phone use is restricted until
administration allows access,

and then there's
a ten-minute time limit,

and your calls will be
monitored by a staff member.

[lock beeps]

Now, after your initial
consultation with Dr. Edwards,

he's going to set up a daily
therapy schedule for you.

When you have free time,

you can spend it in your room

or here in the patient lounge,

or outside in permitted areas.

Have you any questions so far?

- Yes, how long will I be here?

- That's up to Dr. Edwards.

- But... but is it like,
a week, two weeks?

- Well, it's different
for everybody.

You just have to
trust your doctor.

- Have you been
in therapy before?

[clock ticks]

- I've talked to therapists
once or twice.

- Why'd you stop?

- Let's just say my mother
tends to have a lot of problems,

and both times
that took precedence.

Although, to be fair,
I didn't like it.

- Why not?

- I just think it's s... silly

for a fallible human being

to try and explain
what's going on

in someone else's head.

- That's not what therapy is.

Therapy is a two-person job.

You drive...
- [laughs]

- And I try to help navigate.

- Yeah, how do you imagine
that I am driving anything here?

- You committed yourself,
Norman.

[ominous music]

Do you not want to be here?

- No.

My mother made me.

She wants me to be here.

- Yes, that's true.

She spoke to me about you
before you had been admitted.

- Oh, oh, so she was
planning all of this, then?

- I think she was just
very worried about you.

She was worried she
no longer knew how to help you.

- No...
You know something?

Doctor?

Sometimes, a person might
think someone needs help

because they are actually
the one that needs help.

- Sometimes, yes.



- I don't feel like talking.

- That's okay.

But why not?

- How long does this go on for?

- 50 minutes.
- Can I just leave?

- I'd rather you didn't.

- Then we'll just
sit here, then, I guess.



- That's fine too.

- Hmm.

- He was admitted last night.

I would love to speak with him.

- I'm sorry.

New arrivals aren't allowed
outside contact

for 72 hours.

- What? No one told me that.

- I... I'm sure it was explained
at the time of admittance.

- No, it wasn't.

I... I didn't...

[sighs]



Um,

could you please
get a message to my son,

Norman Bates?

Uh, could you please tell him...



That I love him.

- I... I will have to ask
Dr. Edwards' permission

to give him the message,

but I will do my best.

- Thank you very much.



[doorbell rings]

- I'm gonna need a key.

[footsteps, objects being moved]

[footsteps approaching]

[objects being rustled,
drawer shuts]

- You... you making something, or?

- No, I'm just getting started.

- Well, it's gotten around town
that we got married,

and my buddy's offered us

the best table
at his restaurant.

It's on the house.

Come on, Norma.

Might as well
go have a free dinner.

- I know... I'm sorry;
I don't think I can.

I... I've just got...
I've got a lot on my mind,

and I'm so worried about Norman,

and I know...
Know this is stupid,

but this is the third time
that I've been married,

and I'm never gonna
be good at it,

and this isn't even real,

so I... I just can't
go out in public

and act like I'm happy.

[chopping vigorously]

- That's what alcohol is for.

Get dressed.

Okay, we're going to dinner.

[soft orchestral music plays]



- What's for dinner, Scout?

- Brisket.

- Should have gone
with the turkey pot pie.

I'm just saying.



Never seen anyone look
so pissed off

at a turkey pot pie.

- Just...

reminds me of someone I know.

- You mind if I eat it?

- Of course not.

- [laughs]

So what's your name?



- Norman.

- Hmm.

I'm Julian.

Or maybe I'm not.

[laughs]

Come on. All right. I'm sorry.

I get bored. I'm just...

I'm just actually excited

there's someone
relatively my own age here.

I get tired of trying to make
conversation with the nut bars.

- Well, how'd you know
I'm not a nut bar?

- I've been here awhile.

I can size people up.

What are you in for?

- Uh, uh, honestly
don't know exactly.

- Committed?
- I committed myself.

- But you don't know why?

- I... I would just rather not
talk about it, please, Julian.

- Okay, okay, fair enough.

I'm here 'cause my parents
think I'm annoying.

They could be right.

- They could be.

- [chuckles] Touché.



Parents.

Can't live with 'em,
can't live without...

You know what?

Actually, I can totally
live without them.

[solemn music]

Right?



[gentle piano music]

[laughter]

- See? Yeah, alcohol just
makes it all so much easier.

- I can see you're gonna be
a great influence.

- So this is
your third time being married?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

It's my second.

- Oh, my God,
someone married you?

[giggles]

- I was in the Marines.

Well, I was stationed
in Camp Pendleton,

Southern California.

- Yeah.

- And I met the...

She was the sister
of one of my buddies.

And we hit it off

and married two months later

and divorced
six months after that.

- What happened?
- Oh, geez.

I realized after about a week

that I'd made
a terrible mistake,

and I just became really
impossible to be around.

I know, very mature.

And she left me.

- Aww.

- How about you?

- Um...

Uh, I...

I did not have
a great home life.

[laughs]

My, um...

My high school boyfriend, um,

knocked me up and, um,

I ran off with him
and had Dylan,

and it was not good.

And about two years into it
I met Norman's father.

I thought I was in love.

We had an affair.

Um, Dylan's dad found out
about it,

and he left me,

and, um,

I married that guy.

Sam.

He was an asshole.

And then he died.



[laughs]

I canno... you really
cannot make this shit up.

- Yeah, no, you couldn't.

Well, here's to two people

who really know how to choose.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

[laughs]



Can I ask you a question?

- Sure, we're married.

- [giggles]

Um, who the hell
do you sleep with?

I mean...

- What?

- I... I... I mean,
you know what I mean.

You must be sleeping with
someone all this time.

- Yeah, I got people I see.

- Oh, that's cryptic.



Is it anyone I know?

- Possibly, yeah.

It's a small town.

- I want names.



- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Sooner or later
I'm gonna break my neck

on those stupid stairs.

- Hey, look, more stairs.
- Whoa.

- Whoa.
- Okay.

- Here, wait, wait,
let me help you up here.

- This is like
an Olympic sobriety test.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yes.

Whoo!

[giggles]

- You sure you're okay?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm just... I had
a little too much wine.

[gentle music]



- All right.

Well, you go to sleep, then.

- Okay.

Fine.



Good night.

- Sleep well, Mrs. Romero.

- I'm keepin' my name!



[birds chirping]

[somber music]



- There's a morning yoga class
outside

if you care to join.

It'll be good for you.
Very relaxing.

- I'd rather stick hot pins
in my eyes.

But thank you.



[construction truck grinding]

[truck beeping]

- Another load's in.

[truck grinding]

- Mrs. Romero.

- Oh, uh, yes.

- We found this
over by the dirt.

Thought maybe you lost it.

Is it yours?

- I was wondering
where this went.

Thank you very much.

- No problem.

[ominous music]





- What's going on?

- Hey, man.

Wasn't expecting
you back so soon.

I was just about to bounce.

- What?
- Oh, here.

I wrote you a note.

- [sighs]

"Going to Cali.

"Leftovers are in the cooler.

Peace out. Gunner."

Wow, that's, um...

That's pretty emotional.

- I'm sorry, man.
I had fun helping you out.

I don't mean to be
discouraging or anything.

I'm just not sure this venture's
gonna pan out long-term,

you know?

Can't take the risk.
I know it's not much notice.

- It's not any notice.
- I know. I'm sorry.

You're a good guy, Dylan.

Just stay on the bright side.

All right, man.

[engine turns over]

- He frickin' quit.

- What, without saying anything?

- Yes.

Yeah, it was totally annoying.

- Well, you know, at least
you don't have to fire him.

- No, but I...
I was pre... I was prepared.

I mean...
I wanted to fire him.

- [laughs]

You still there?

I wasn't laughing at you.

I was kind of laughing at you.

[chuckles]

Dylan?

- Hey, Em, um, I got to go.

I'll call you later, okay?

[line beeps]

What do you want?

- You here alone?

I thought I would have
heard from... from you

after what happened
between your father and I.

- Look, Chick, whatever
happened between you and Caleb's

between you and Caleb.

I think you should leave.

- You know that
it wasn't my intention

to have you killed, right?

I was a product of divorce too.

[cane taps]

I know all about.

Mommy trying to make Daddy

into the bad guy,

but I thought
that you ought to know

what your father's capable of.

[ominous music]

He beat me within
an inch of my life.

He left me for dead.

- So what do you want?

- I want Caleb.



- Yeah, well,
I haven't spoke to him,

and I don't know
how to find him.



- Thanks, Dylan.

See you around.



- [exhales]

You're home from work early.

- Wha... What are you doing here?

- I, um,

left my favorite socks here
a few weeks ago.

Was just looking for them.

- Did you find them?

- No, not yet.

What's with all the boxes?

- Just packing some stuff up.

I, uh, haven't seen you
in a while.

- You just cashed a check
at the bank three days ago.

Sometimes, you know,

I forget about you
until I see you again,

and then...

I remember you.

- Hey.
- Mm.

- I got to tell you something.

- What?
- Stop.

- Mm.
- I got married.

Um, welf, wow.

Who's the lucky lady?

- Norma Bates.

She's a widow.

She runs a motel
on the old highway.

- Why did you never
mention her to me?

- We never mentioned
a lot of things to each other.

- Okay.

- I mean, it's not like we were,
you know.

You know what I mean.

- No, yeah, no, no,
I know what you mean.

- Come on. Look, I'm sorry.
- No, hey, don't be sorr...

I mean, you're the one
that got married, not me.

I can still sleep
with whoever I want to.

Hmm.

Hmm.

But, um,

in the meantime, I, uh...

I need to ask you
a professional question.

- Yeah, what's that?

- You know,
Bob Paris just took off...

right before the DEA
raided his house.

Well, the DEA
also came to the bank.

They seized his accounts
and all of his records.

- Okay, what's the question?

- Am I in danger?

- What, because you've been
laundering his accounts?

It depends.
Did you do a good job?

I've never heard anyone
mention your name

or the bank or how any
of the money was laundered.

- Okay.

- They want Bob
or anyone above Bob.

You're a tangent. You're...

Look, if you don't do anything
to call attention to yourself,

I think you're fine.

- Right.

Well, uh...

hmm.

Here's your key.

Oh, and if you do,
uh, find my socks,

please let me know.

They're pink.

[suspenseful music]





- [sighs]





[objects clattering]

- [gasps]

Oh, God, it's you.

I got scared.

Norman's the only one
who's ever down here.

- Huh.

- What were you doing?

- I was looking for somewhere
to do my laundry.

- Just give me your laundry.

I like doing laundry.

[suspenseful music]



Is that the truth?

- No, actually, I was hiding
a bunch of money down here.



- Yeah, that's funny.



Okay.

Come on, I'll make us
something to eat.



- [clears throat]

Norma?

[door closes]

Norma?

- Dylan.

- Hey.

- How's Emma doing?

- Um, yeah, she... she's better
and better every day,

but, you know,
still has a long ways to go.

- Good.

- I, um...

I just saw Romero leaving.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

Uh, he will be around
a fair amount.

W-we got married.

[somber music]

- I, uh,

can't believe that Romero
would do all that for you.

- Well, yeah, well,
he... he's got his good side.

- You know, guys don't just...

Don't just marry people

because they want to give them
insurance coverage

for the heck of it.

- Uh... he just wanted
to help me out.

- Norma, I'm a...
I'm a guy.

Okay, I know what guys do.

You know, he's...

He's... he's not the worst person
in the world.

- Yeah, no, he... he's not
the worst person in the world,

but I... I don't like him
like that.

I can't think about anything
but Norman right now.

I... I'm worried about him
all the time.

I feel like I abandoned him.

I just wish they would
let me talk to him.

It... it's awful how it happened.

- No, I'm sorry.

You're doing the right thing
for him.

- I hope so.

What if he says something wrong?

All the secrets
that I've tried to hide,

things that other people
won't understand.

I have no control
over any of it,

and I have tried so hard
for so long to protect him,

until I couldn't.

In a way, it doesn't matter.

It's out there,
for better or for worse,

it's out of my hands.

The chips will fall,

so we'll see what happens.



- You know, I think that...

I think maybe it's all
gonna be okay, Norma.

You just have to allow it to be.



- Do you think you're going to
feel like talking today?

[rain patters, clock ticks]

- I just have blackouts.

Can I just get
some medicine for that?

- You absolutely can.

Your mom says that sometimes

you talk to people
who aren't there,

that sometimes you can
get violently angry.

- So can she.

- Huh.

[sighs]

[sighs]

How can I help you, Norman?

You want to know a secret?

Everyone needs help.

Someone is paying a lot of money
for you to be here,

so you should
take advantage of it.

No one comes here for the food.

You committed yourself, Norman.

On some level, you want help.

I think I can help you
if you let me.

- You know that I am only here
because of my mother.

- You're 18.

- But it means something to her.

Now, she would be upset
if I didn't.

- And you don't want her
to be upset.

- I never want her to be upset.

She's the most wonderful person
in the world.

- Then why are you angry at her?



- I can't tell you that.

- Actually, you can.

It's safe here.



- I'm angry
because she asks too much.

She wants too much.



Now, I have tried
to always be there for her,

and I have been a very good son,

but there is just something
wrong with my mother,

an... and she does things,

and then she blames me,

but these things I can't...
Just can't talk about.

- You can talk about them.

Nothing bad is gonna happen...

- Oh, bad things will happen
if I do,

and... and, yes,
if I don't talk about them,

then other bad things
might happen,

so I don't know what to do.

I just don't want to hurt her,
but I am scared.

Do you understand?

- I do understand.

This is a tough dilemma,

but maybe we can
work through it.

[slams furniture]
- Gah.



[door slams shut]



- I know I'm not
allowed to see him yet,

and you couldn't even
get him my phone message,

and... and I understand that.

But I really need to see him,

to know that he's okay.

- I'll ask Dr. Edwards
if he can talk to you.

- Thank you.

- We have these policies
for a reason, Norma.

He's having a hard time, uh,
establishing trust with me.

Uh, he needs to do that.

It's kind of like
sending your kid away to camp.

- But Norman never went to camp.

- Mm.

- Maybe... maybe Norman
is feeling the same thing.

We are very close.

Maybe it would be good
for Norman to see me,

allow him to know
that everything was okay

and that he could focus
on what it is

he's trying to accomplish here.

I'm just asking to see him once.



- You know, Amelia,
I am just so excited

to get into these next items.

- [laughs] Sweetie,
I know what you mean.

We haven't seen bargains
like this

in such a long time.

What do we have up first?

- Well, if you're
into tanzanite,

and I know you are,

wait till you see this beauty.

- Are you talking about
item 6381?

Oh, be still my heart.

- [laughs] That's right.

Just look at this 14-karat
white gold ring

with a stone that's just...

- Norman.

- Tiny diamond chunks
to give it added sparkle.

- Mother.

- Oh, honey,
it's so good to see you.

- And if they're over a karat...

- It's good to see you too.

- Oh, no,
I was talking to my son.

- Well, I still mean it.

- These beauties
with just $489...

- Can we talk somewhere else?

- Oh, my goodness.

I can't even believe that.

I hope you're listening.

[indistinct television chatter]

- I know you're
angry at me right now,

and I don't blame you.

I just want to tell you

how sorry I am about all this.

We both know this is the best
place for you right now,

and we have to think
about the future,

and this is not forever.

Norman, say something.

Just speak to me.

- What would you
like me to say, Mother?

You put me in this place
against my will.

- Because I am trying
to help you.

- You don't need to whisper.

There are no secrets
here at Pineview.

- All I want for you

is for you to get better

and get the help that you need.

- I need?

So I'm the only one
that needs help, really, Mother?

We're still playing that game?

- Norman, I don't know
what you're talking about.

The only reason
that you are here

is because I don't know
how to help you.

- Well, I can't help anyone

because I can't
tell anyone the truth.

- What truth?

- That people have died,

that we don't know why,

that something
is very, very wrong,

and that you won't face it.

- Lower your voice.

- I don't want
to lower my voice.

I don't want to talk to you.

[dramatic music]

I'm actually afraid of you
right now

because you have put me
in this horrible position.

What am I
supposed to do, Mother?

- I just... I don't know,
I don't... I'm doing my best.

Okay? I just... I just
want you to forgive me.



- I don't forgive you.

I can't forgive you.

Stuffing me in here,

you have painted me in a corner

that I cannot get out of,

and I have never been
so disappointed in anyone.

- Norman.

[ominous music]



- Norma?

Wha... what happened?

- I went to see Norman.

- [sighs]

I'm sorry.

- I begged him for forgiveness.

He told me he had
no feelings for me.

It was like he was
a different person.

He's never been like this, ever.

- He's an 18-year-old kid.

He's mad right now, okay?

He's gonna get over it.

You did the right thing.

- It's s... so scary.

All of it.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

And not just
how he feels about me.

If he says things...

Things that he needs to say,

I could lose him forever.

- No, you... you're doing
the right thing.

[warm piano music]



I don... I don't think
we should do this yet.

- I want to do it.

- No, don't...
Don't play with me, okay?

- I'm not. I'm not.



- Are you sure
you want to do this?

- I'm sure I want to do this
right now.



- Now, Norman.
You can't just go in there.

- I just want to talk...
- Hey, a little help, please.

- No, let me through.
He wants to speak to me.

- Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Easy, Norman. Easy.

- Get off me!

I just want to talk to him!

[tense music]



- Hey.

I heard you were upset.

I'm sorry
I couldn't see you earlier.

I was in the middle
of a session.

- Oh, no, that's...
That's all right.

I understand.

[ominous music]

But I do need to
tell you something.

- Whatever it is,
you can tell me.



- I have reason to believe
that my mother is insane

and might be killing people.



- You know if you
make that accusation,

I will have to report this
to the authorities.



- I do.