Bates Motel s05e10 Episode Script

1 Previously on "Bates Motel" It's like there's a cord between our hearts.
It's you and me.
It's always been you and me.
We belong to each other, and I don't ever want to live in a world without you.
[grunts.]
- [slashing.]
- [gagging.]
We pulled two bodies out of Falls Lake a couple days ago.
We're charging you additionally with the murders of Jim Blackwell and Audrey Ellis.
Norman is nice okay, he's kind, he's a good person but he just he has another side to him.
You know, I don't I don't know what you'd call it, maybe multiple personalities or something, but he he changes.
[sobbing.]
- [lock buzzes.]
- [gates clink.]
I'm coming for you when you least expect it.
[gunshot.]
Hello, Norman.
All right.
Get him out.
And get in the back.
What do you want with us, Alex? You're gonna take me to her body.
[intense music.]
[eerie music.]
How much further? There's a turn, then there's a little more of a drive, and then there's a little walk.
But we are getting close, Alex.
[sobbing.]
No.
Alex.
Please don't kill me.
Please.
See what you've done now on your little quest for stupid vengeance? She's innocent.
[sobbing.]
Stop it.
Stop crying.
Alex, what happened to you? I don't understand any of this.
This isn't about you, Regina.
But you've lost your mind.
Jesus, I haven't lost my mind! That's debatable.
[Regina heaving.]
Regina.
Regina, dear, slow down.
I think that the turn is coming up.
[sobbing loudly.]
Here? Yes.
Yes, here.
Here.
Turn there please, Regina.
[sobbing continues.]
All right, stop.
Stop.
Stop the car.
- No.
- Stop the car.
- All right, get out.
- No, please! - Get out.
- Please.
Please.
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car! [sobbing.]
Please, don't.
Go on.
Go.
Go.
Just start walking.
Follow the road.
It it's gonna take you back to the main highway.
Okay? I can't give you your phone right now, but someone'll find you in a few hours.
I might die of hypothermia.
Walk fast.
You got a good coat on.
You'll be fine.
Go.
This isn't who you are, Alex.
Go before I change my mind! Get out.
Get out.
You're riding up front from now on.
Come on.
Okay, how much farther up the road? Okay? Specifically.
Uh maybe 10 minutes? Maybe I'm lying.
You better pray you're not lying.
I'm not lying.
[dark music.]
[crackling electricity.]
[indistinct police radio chatter.]
All right, get this out wide.
30-mile radius, and call in the U.
S.
Marshal Service.
I want everyone on this.
And get somebody to check the residences.
Bates and Romero.
All right.
[sighs.]
[suspenseful music.]
Come on in.
What's going on? Your brother Norman was kidnapped from the police station by Alex Romero.
How the hell did you let that happen? He also took our office manager, Regina, took her hostage, so this isn't just about Norman.
Sit down.
Do you have any idea where Romero could take Norman? You want my honest opinion? He took him somewhere to kill him.
Okay, now, I-I don't know if that's if that's the woods or if that's Norma's grave, I I don't know.
This is in this is insane.
Norman is sick, okay? He needs psychiatric help.
Did you forget your brother has been charged with multiple murders? What, so so that means, you know, you don't care if something happens to him? The person I care about the most is Regina Worth, and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get her back safe.
You better not let anything happen to him.
He's a suspect.
He hasn't even been convicted.
[car engine rumbling.]
[eerie music.]
Right here.
I think we should Norman? It's not for you to be here.
It's let me deal with this, okay, Norman? Look, I don't know what's going on, but you do not want to mess with me right now, Norman.
Would it shock you to know that I'm not Norman? That he isn't here and that you can't touch him? Spare me your bullshit.
Get out of the car.
Oh, you're above it all, are you? And why should I tell you where she is if you're only gonna kill me anyway? Did you think about that, Sheriff Lonely Heart? Listen to me, you piece of shit.
I-I don't know what kind of sick fuck digs his mother's body out of a grave and moves it around, okay, and I don't want to know about it or what you did to it.
All I can tell you is, I can shoot you once I find her, and I can make it quick and clean, or I can make you suffer for days, and believe me, I got ideas.
Now you tell me how you want to do this.
All right.
Okay.
All right.
Get out.
Get up.
Why are you stopping? We're here.
Show me.
[breathing heavily.]
It will go faster if you help me.
[grunts.]
[intense music swelling.]
I'm so sorry.
For everything that happened.
I know how much you loved her.
[both grunting.]
[melancholy music.]
I'm gonna get you out of here.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
[breathing heavily.]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I I couldn't help you.
[crying.]
I love you.
I'll always love you.
[dramatic music.]
[grunts.]
[gunshots.]
You you killed her.
You killed your own mother.
[wheezing.]
You can't hide from it.
[dramatic music.]
[breathing heavily.]
Mother.
Don't listen to him, Norman.
He's just trying to hurt you.
I think I did kill her.
I think I did.
I didn't want to.
She was everything I had.
I mean, it was supposed to be the both of us.
I have to leave now.
No.
I'll have no one.
You can't leave me now.
You know everything now, and there's nothing for me to protect you from.
Good-bye, Norman.
[chimes tinkling.]
Good morning, honey.
It's a beautiful day out.
How'd you sleep? Mother, you're here.
Yeah, of course I'm here.
I live here, silly.
I just had the most horrible dream.
What happened in it? I don't I don't even want to think about it, it's so horrible.
Okay, then don't.
Let it go.
I dreamed you died.
Well, I didn't.
I'm right here.
It's all good, honey.
It's just a silly dream.
Life is in front of us.
Where are you going? Mother? Mother! Mother.
[stirring music.]
You're really here.
Oh.
You just had a bad dream, honey.
You need to learn how to wake up from 'em.
You you can if you just try hard enough.
Mother.
It won't stop.
Mm Am I still dreaming? Mother? Mother.
What? I have some exciting news.
Tell me.
We're moving to Oregon.
What what are you talking about? I bought a place with the insurance money, and I bought a new car.
Well, it's a new used car, but it's a Mercedes, and we're gonna pack some shit; we're gonna get in that car; we're gonna go to a new place; and we're gonna start over, and we're gonna be really, really happy.
What place? Mother, how could you do this and not tell me? Because it's a surprise, and I know you'll love it.
Come on! Get up.
Come on.
We got packing to do.
Okay, Mother.
I'm coming.
[uplifting music.]
Okay, this is the part where you say, "Mother, this is so beautiful.
"I'm so happy we're moving here.
You are so smart to have thought of this.
" Mother, this is so beautiful.
I am so happy you're making me move here.
You are so smart to force me to do things I have no say in.
You're an ass.
[laughs.]
Open your eyes.
What do you think? This is crazy, Mom.
It's not crazy.
We're gonna run this place.
We own a motel, Norman Bates.
Come on.
I want to show you the house.
Bought the whole thing, the house and the motel, had a foreclosure, and everything came with it.
The space is beautiful.
It's all gonna be good.
You'll see.
[eerie music.]
Okay, Mother.
I'll believe you.
[door slams shut.]
Hey, hey, hey! Well, look what the cat dragged back into town.
Hey, Remo.
What's going on, man? Thanks for coming over.
Oh, my pleasure.
Hey, I heard about what's happening with your brother.
I'm sorry about that, man.
So is that a wedding ring? Yeah.
Yeah, I got married.
[laughs.]
Yeah, I met a chick.
She's a sister of one of our trimmers.
Dude, everything's changed around here.
You wouldn't believe it.
I'm working for this licensed grower now.
We grow 22 strains of artisanal cannabis.
We deliver to 31 dispensaries all over the place.
It's unbelievable.
It's like a real job.
That's great, man.
And your daughter and Emma.
Yeah.
Yeah.
That's awesome.
Thanks, man.
Yeah, it's, uh It's great.
Well.
Have a peek at that.
Here.
- [clears throat.]
- What do I, uh No, no, no.
You don't owe me anything.
I got a ton of those things laying around.
No use for 'em anymore.
All right, you you sure? You're gonna offend me if you don't put that wallet away.
Thanks.
Just, uh, tell me that's for protecting your wife and your daughter.
Yeah.
And me.
And you? You all right? Yeah, I'm okay.
Yeah? Nah, I'm good.
All right, cool.
Well, I got to split, but, uh, next time, give me a little more notice.
We can make a real plan.
All right? Get together.
Have some beers.
Reminisce about our outlaw days.
All right.
[indistinct police radio chatter.]
Sheriff Greene! You get some rest.
I'm gonna go down and check out the office.
We can get it all set up tomorrow.
I want this place to be a success for us.
[birds squawking.]
[mysterious music.]
[bell dings.]
[tires scraping against gravel.]
Okay.
Let's go.
Close the door.
Someone close the door.
Hey, can I help you? We need a room for the night.
They've had it with the car for today.
Wow, what happened to you? Oh, I, uh, I just I fell down the steps.
Yes.
Getting used to this place.
There there are a lot of steps.
But w-why don't you Hey, come on inside.
- Great.
- We're not actually officially open yet, but I reckon we can accommodate you.
I'll just need your name and address - and a credit card number.
- Okay.
- [bell dinging.]
- Our system just isn't up yet.
Harry, Dylan, stop touching everything.
[sighs.]
Sorry.
[somber music.]
His name's Dylan? Hmm.
I have a brother named Dylan.
Yeah? We named him after Dylan Thomas.
The poet.
- Right.
- My husband's working at the University of Washington for a semester, and so we're on our way to visit him.
Uh, that's that's nice.
Here, uh here you go.
No other guests, so Harry and Dylan can make as much noise as they like.
Ugh, thanks, but is it okay if they play outside for a bit? I mean, it's safe here, right? It's nothing if not safe.
Thank you.
Okay.
Honey, just leave it.
Leave it, leave it, leave it.
Got it? Okay.
Watch out.
Okay.
You guys need to get some energy out.
Get out of the way.
Get out of the way.
It's cold.
Okay.
Hey, everybody's getting in.
[door shuts.]
[My Morning Jacket's "Magic Bullet" playing.]
Can I get a shot of Jack? Come from magic shell No other way to put it Thanks.
Far as I can tell Ain't no way to solve a You look all alone.
Can I get a double? Mm.
Look, I'm I'm just here to drink.
And try to figure something out that is completely beyond my control.
[phone vibrating.]
I'm so sorry.
I don't mean to be a dick.
I've just had a really bad day.
Okay.
Read it in the press Hello? Dylan, it's me.
It's Norman.
[eerie music.]
You okay? W-where are you? Of course I'm okay, Dylan.
I, uh I just I just wanted you to know that we're at the new house with the motel, and I miss you.
And I know Mother does too.
Wait "Mother"? Norma, as As you like to call her.
Look, I know.
I know.
I know that she can be so stubborn sometimes.
I it's just because she gets hurt so easily, and I-I know that the two of you had that terrible fight before we moved from Scottsdale, but I just I think this could be a new beginning, Dylan, for all of us.
And we're not a family without you, Dylan, and so I just really think we should start over and, uh, and be together and and that I guess the real reason that I'm calling is, I would love it if you could come over for dinner.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
I'll be I'll be right over, okay? You will? [sighs.]
Oh.
Uh, Norman? Yeah? Are you with Romero? Romero? No, I-I don't know a Romero.
[dramatic music.]
Okay.
All right, well, um, you just just hang tight, okay? I'll I'll I'll be over soon.
All right.
Tha thanks, Dylan.
I'll see you, uh, see you soon.
[Doris Day's "Whatever Will Be Will Be" playing.]
When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here's what she said to me Que sera sera Whatever will be will be The future's not ours to see Que sera sera [suspenseful music.]
[line trilling.]
[cell phone ringing.]
[baby babbling.]
Hey, Dylan.
What what's happening? Norman's been missing from jail for a day.
Romero kidnapped him.
Emma, he Norman called me.
He's at the house.
He wants me to come over.
[baby babbling.]
Does the sheriff know? No.
Dylan, you have to tell her.
She doesn't give a shit about Norman.
If I tell her, then they're gonna rush in there, and he's gonna end up dead.
Well, I don't care.
I don't care about Norman.
I care about you.
Dylan, you have a child.
I know I have a child.
Do I have a wife? Please don't do this.
Just just call Just call the sheriff.
Norman's dangerous.
He's not dangerous to me.
You sound like Norma.
Tell me you love me, Emma.
No, I won't.
I'm not gonna arm you up so you can go and do something stupid.
[baby babbling.]
I'll never love anyone else but you.
You screwed me there, Emma Decody.
Yes? Uh, did my brother Norman check you in here? He's, uh, in his early 20s, dark brown hair, and really polite.
Yeah, why? You, um You need to leave.
[scoffs.]
What are you talking about? My br my brother has some mental issues, and he shouldn't be checking people in the motel.
- Mental issues? - Yes.
He Look, it He made a mistake checking you in.
Oh.
Just just take your kids, and leave.
Okay.
Um, kids.
Kids! I need you to put your stuff in your roller bags.
- Both: But Mom! - Do it now! Here's some here's some money.
There's a there's a motel, the Kings Motel.
It's just just up the road.
You can stay there.
Hey, thank you.
Just, uh, just leave your keys in the room.
[car doors slam.]
[engine turns over.]
[engine revving.]
[doorbell rings.]
[Patsy Cline's "You Belong to Me" playing.]
I'll be Dylan.
Hey.
Thank you so much for coming.
Mother is gonna be so excited to see you.
Come on in.
Dinner's almost ready.
And blue Fly the ocean in a silver plane See the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember till you're home again You belong to me Norman, we have to talk.
Let me just put dinner out on the table, okay? We can talk over dinner.
Norman.
Without you Mother is gonna be so excited you're here, Dylan.
And I'm hoping She's not here, Norman.
Be lonesome too And blue Fly that ocean in a silver plane See the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember till you're home again You belong [vomiting.]
Dylan? You two okay in there? [gagging, coughing.]
You must be sick.
Poor thing.
Here, let me help you.
Oh, poor Dylan.
This has all been too much for you.
Okay? I'm sorry that we moved without telling you.
You don't worry about this, all right? I'll I'll clean it up.
Norman.
It's all fine, Dylan.
You just got a little bit overexcited.
Okay? Here.
Sit down.
Sit down with Mother.
- Norman.
- Dylan.
- Norman, stop.
- Just sit down.
Stop what you're doing.
- What am I doing, Dylan? - Norman.
Dylan, please don't ruin it! I have to, Norman! You're not living in the real world! You need to live in the real world! You you have to stop this! Stop what, Dylan? Norma is is dead, okay? She Th-th-this is her body.
- You brought her body here.
- Well, I disagree.
This isn't something that you can That you can agree or disagree with! She's dead, Norman.
No, stop it.
Stop it, Dylan.
Stop saying that.
You have to deal with it.
You you need to come, and you need to turn yourself in, and we need to get you help.
That's what you want for me? To be shut up in some prison for the criminally insane and drugged out of my mind? I don't know what I want for you! What I really want is something that can never happen, okay? I want you to be happy, I wan And I want you to be well.
I want Mom to be alive again.
I got I wan I want both of you to I want you guys to meet my daughter.
I want to have I want to have Christmases together, okay? I want all of these things to have never happened.
Well, if you believe hard enough, then you can make it that way.
No, you no, you can't! You can't.
[clock ticking.]
[melancholy music.]
[suspenseful music.]
What are you doing? I can't let you take me away from her.
Put down the knife.
Norman, put down the knife.
This is how it ends, isn't it? Doesn't have to end this way.
Put the knife down.
I just want to be with her, Dylan.
Norman, no.
Don't ask me to do this.
[gunshot.]
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Norman.
[soft music.]
[sobbing.]
Norman.
Thank you.
[Dylan sobbing.]
[indistinct police radio chatter.]
[Doris Day's "Dream a Little Dream of Me".]
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night, and kiss me Just hold me tight, and tell me you'll miss me While I'm at home and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading But I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing To linger till dawn, dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream Of me