Bates Motel s05e08 Episode Script

1 Previously, on "Bates Motel" Your mom, she died two years ago right after we left.
Why didn't you call and tell me that Mom died? I couldn't bring myself to tell you the horrible truth, which is that sh-she committed suicide.
No that is not what happened.
I know her, and she wouldn't do that.
Hey, Sheriff.
I'm comin' for you when you least expect it, so don't get too cozy up at that house all by yourself.
I've just been down at the little lake down the road.
We found multiple bodies there.
I'm Emma's mother.
What sort of a person runs away from their sick child? I don't think you're well, Norman.
Mother, should I just turn myself in? How can you say that to me? I made you up.
Say it! I'm real! Mother, you're real! You're real! It's okay.
Then why do I feel so horrible, Mother? [dramatic music.]
[grunting.]
[whimpers.]
[dramatic music.]
I'd like to report a murder.
[breathing hard.]
My name is Norman Bates, and I killed Sam Loomis.
[tense music.]
[police radio chatter.]
[shaky breathing.]
Norman.
[police siren wailing.]
[police radio chatter.]
Norman.
[echoing.]
I'm gonna need you to talk to me [echoing stops.]
about the call you made.
Can you open your eyes? Can you look at me? [dark music.]
[exhales shakily.]
[footsteps approach.]
[exhales.]
[shaky breathing.]
I want my meds.
[exhales shakily.]
I need my meds.
My brother has them.
Please let me take them, and then get me out of here.
I can't be in this house.
[unsteady breathing.]
Okay, please, sheriff, please.
It'll make it easier, and I just don't wanna fight it anymore, okay? Okay, listen.
What you said to me about Sam Loomis, that is very serious.
I'm gonna take you down to the station.
And my medication.
Right, I'm gonna have Deputy Baker get your medication from your brother, and he'll be right behind us.
But you and I need to start talking.
I'll tell you everything.
Let's go.
[dark music.]
Norman.
- Norman! - Sir, I need you to sit down.
- Norm Norman, wait! - Have a seat Norman.
Norman, you don't have to do this.
Norman! Listen to me, Norman.
Get him in the car.
I'm taking Norman to the station voluntarily.
- He has the right to a lawyer.
- He does.
And when he makes that request, that right will be granted.
Norman.
Norman, please just listen to me, okay? I'm gonna get you a lawyer.
All right? Just don't say anything until your lawyer gets there.
Do you understand? Norman, please, just te tell me that you understand what I'm saying.
You have to let me help you, okay? Please let me help you.
Gotta go.
[police radio chatter.]
[crackling electricity.]
So after you placed the body in the trunk, how many miles did you drive? [exhales.]
I think it was about five miles, maybe more.
How long did the drive take you? [exhales unsteadily.]
Possibly 15 minutes? Can you show me again where the well is? The well? Uh Last time, you pointed here.
- [thump.]
- I'm sorry, Sheriff, but I just was not exactly myself that night.
Okay.
[sighs.]
You say you drove past Falls Lake that night.
Yes.
We pulled two bodies from the lake that night Jim Blackwell, as I told you, and an unidentified female.
Her body was too decomposed to I.
D.
, but we're working on it.
Or maybe you could just tell me who she is.
[dark music.]
[unsteady breathing.]
[whispers.]
I don't I don't know.
Could you speak up? I want the recording to hear you.
[louder.]
I don't know.
Did you kill them, Norman? It's possible.
- It's possible? - There's a just a lot that I don't know, Sheriff, a lot that I try really [breath catches.]
very, very hard to understand, and I just never can.
Here's what I'm starting to think.
I'm starting to think you're making it up.
[inhales.]
I'm not.
[exhales.]
I've seen the way you live.
You had a crazy mother who left you a failing business.
You've developed this strange adult affect to present maturity, but from where I'm sitting, you're a child.
And children sometimes act out.
Almost always because they feel ignored.
So I'm startin' to think that maybe callin' in all my cops and searching your motel, your house, questioning you now, is just giving you exactly what you want: attention.
[shaky exhale.]
Sheriff, I I am lonely.
And I have spent the last two years pretending to know more than I do.
But I am not lying about this.
I-I killed Sam Loomis and I watched his eyes go blank.
I did.
Me, Norman.
I-I did that.
That is one thing that I know for sure.
Why did you kill him? I don't I don't know.
[door unlatches.]
[solemn music.]
Here are your meds.
Thank you.
[clank.]
[door latches.]
[door thuds closed.]
[swallows.]
[inhales.]
[exhales.]
[breathing steadily.]
[tense music.]
[whispers.]
What did you do? [grunts.]
[whispering.]
What did you do? [panting.]
You were gonna hurt Dylan.
So what? He abandoned you.
He's my brother.
I'm the only one that you have.
I'm the only one who's gonna protect you.
[sinister music.]
[gagging.]
[retching, coughing.]
Oh, God.
[exhales.]
[panting.]
[whispers.]
It's okay.
- It's okay.
- [breathing hard.]
It's okay.
[continues breathing heavily.]
I know you didn't mean it, okay? I know you can't help it.
You're sick, you're weak, you're not equipped.
[sighs.]
[kisses.]
[whispering.]
I know you think I'm a monster.
[sighs.]
I know you still believe that there are people who are fighting in this world for good.
But, honey, there is no good.
It's just life.
Which is hard and and cruel and undeserving of your kind soul.
[kisses.]
Oh, I know you tried.
I know you did.
You tried so hard for such a long time.
But, hon, you are in a big pickle.
Norman, you are.
[kisses.]
And I'm not mad at you, but I just can't let you do any more damage.
Okay? It's time for me to fix this.
I just don't think that you can fix this, Mother.
[sighs.]
Oh, you're right.
[whispers.]
I can't.
Not with you here.
Forgive me.
[thud.]
[thump.]
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
[quietly.]
All right.
All right.
Okay.
Now, I'm gonna wake you up when things are safe again, okay? Rest up.
[toilet flushes.]
Thanks for meeting me so early.
It's fine.
I don't mind multitasking.
How'd you find me? Uh an old friend, Remo, gave me your card.
Told me if I got any trouble you're the one to call.
- How's Remo? - I don't know, actually.
I haven't talked to him in a couple of years.
I left town.
Smart.
So your brother.
What do I need to know about him? It's just I've never talked to anyone about Norman outside the family before.
Right.
But I'm assuming he's also never confessed to murder before.
Look, Norman is nice, okay? He's he's kind.
He's a good person.
All right? He just he has another side to him, you know.
I don't kn I don't know what you'd call it.
Maybe m-multiple personalities or something.
But he he changes you know.
And two years ago, things got really bad and my mom wouldn't deal with it, so I left.
What kind of things were happening? Well, my, um My mother-in-law came and stayed at the motel, and we haven't seen her since.
[tense music.]
I mean, it you know, she she was never a good mother, so it's I mean, it's possible that, you know, she just didn't wanna have anything to do with us.
But people don't disappear without a trace.
And I've looked.
I mean, I-I've I've really looked.
That your nice brother? Last night, he hit me in the head with a water glass.
Are you planning on pressing charges? Are you serious? [soft laugh.]
Just checking.
Listen I-I don't know if he did what he confessed to all right? I just I just know that he needs to be in a mental facility.
It's what he's always needed, you know? He's he's crazy.
He's not he's not a bad person.
He's not a criminal.
He's crazy.
[metallic clank.]
[door unlatches.]
How you feelin', Norman? Peachy keen.
Thanks for asking.
Glad to hear it.
What happened there? [quietly.]
Mm, oh, just clumsy.
I'm all arms and legs, and this is a pretty small space, Sheriff.
Okay.
Well, let's go back to the interview room.
We can try again.
Oh, you mean so your little sidekicks catch watch me through that two-way mirror like I'm a lab rat? That's just where we conduct our interviews.
It's standard procedure.
Oh.
Is it standard procedure to question someone who's mentally ill without a lawyer present? [dark music.]
You never requested a lawyer, Norman.
In fact, you said you didn't want one.
- Do you remember that? - Of course I remember that.
You just wouldn't let me take my meds, so I was not able to think clearly.
So you're requesting a lawyer now? Actually, Jane, I think I'd rather leave.
I mean, I know I said a bunch of crazy stuff, but that's just what happens to me when I stop taking my meds.
So I do apologize if I've inconvenienced you, but I'd very much like to go home now.
Well, I can understand why you might wanna go home, but you confessed to murder.
So we need to talk more about that.
Look, Sheriff, I know my rights, so unless you're charging me with something, I'm heading right out that door.
Norman Bates, you're under arrest for the murder of Sam Loomis.
- Excuse me? - You have the right - to remain silent.
- What? No, hold on.
Anything you say can and will be used against you - You can't do that.
- Against you in a court of law.
- I was making it up.
- You have the right - to an attorney - I was just upset because my brother showed up out of nowhere - One will be provided for you.
- He can be a real asshole.
Where's your proof? Where where is it? - Show me proof! - I don't have to show you proof, Norman.
That's not how this works.
I hope you enjoy the accommodations.
Not as nice as your motel, but we do try.
[door unlatches.]
[metallic clattering.]
[clank.]
There's a fire Softly burnin' Supper's on the stove There's a light in your eyes That makes him warm No, no Norman.
It's good To be back home again Sometimes - Oh.
[music stops.]
Deary, deary me.
[engine sputtering.]
Excuse me, sir? Can I help you? Uh probably not.
What's all the hubbub? The motel is closed for business, sir.
Oh, yeah? Why is that? It's an active crime scene, sir.
Yeah, well, I, uh, have business with the motel owner.
I have a business meeting.
May I go up to [clears throat.]
What's in the bag, sir? It's a raccoon.
The house is an active crime scene, as well.
Is he dead? What's your name, sir? [solemn music.]
[quietly.]
Shit.
- Your name, please? - Hogan.
Charles Hogan.
People call me Chick.
Can you just please tell me if he's dead? He's not dead.
He's no Ha! Ha! You say you're in business with the owner? - [thud.]
- Yes.
[exhales.]
Norman.
I'm bringing these animals to taxidermy.
So is this a a, uh, murder investigation, then? I'm not allowed to disclose that information.
[grunts.]
Well you wouldn't devote so many resources if it weren't a murder investigation, would ya? You wouldn't give a hell about who I was if it weren't a murder investigation.
You don't need to say anything.
You already did.
Damn.
[engine turns over.]
Please remove the handcuffs.
- Standard procedure.
- Yeah, standard procedure would mean filing formal charges, but I see that hasn't happened yet.
Someone got you on a fishing expedition, Billy.
You could use a win.
I heard the sheriff's trimming the fat.
- Nice to see you, too, Julia.
- He's out in 24 hours.
You might wanna walk a little bit faster.
[exhales.]
You two seem pretty familiar.
I'm this building's least favorite nuisance.
Julia Ramos, your brother hired me on retainer.
Mm, what did Dylan tell you about me? - The bare minimum.
- Horseshit.
Let's be clear Julia.
If we do this, you work for me.
Now, I don't know what he told you, but I'm guessing it's something about how I must be nuts, how I need to be medicated, - blah, blah, blah - Something to that effect, yes.
But if your plan is to put me in a mental institution, you can walk right out that door.
Okay.
I work for you, Norman.
I will proceed down whatever path you want to pursue.
- Well, I didn't do it! - You confessed to murder, which isn't ideal for our case.
Yeah, I was not on my meds.
- I didn't know what I was saying.
- That can help us.
We can and we will present it as a psychotic episode, but [sighs.]
You didn't just confess to murder, Norman.
You said there was a body, and you gave them a location of where they could find that body.
So they're gonna do a thorough search and if they don't find anything, we should be fine.
[sighs softly.]
But if there is a body Well, then you'll need to explain why you lied about murdering that body.
[tense music.]
And why would someone lie about something like that? Someone else would have to have killed Sam Loomis.
[dark music.]
[engine turns off.]
[phone vibrating.]
Dylan? Yeah, where are you? Just out for a walk.
Katie and I needed some fresh air, and now one of us is currently fast asleep.
I miss you guys.
Where are you? Uh, that's why I called, actually, I just checked into the Kings Motel.
You're not staying at the house? No, I can't.
Uh Look, no more secrets, okay? What's happened? It's not about your mom.
I don't know anything else about that.
It's about Norman.
He's in jail.
What why? He called the cops last night and confessed to murdering some local guy.
I don't know, the the police are at the house and the motel searching for evidence, but I just I think that he's really sick, Emma.
I think he's confused.
This is all so surreal.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Oh, I, uh, I had to hire him a lawyer, and she wasn't cheap, so I'll I'll figure something out.
Yeah, of course.
Yeah, I get it.
Dylan, I'm I'm worried about you.
Don't be.
I'm I'm fine.
Look, uh, I gotta go, but give Katie a kiss for me, okay? Okay.
All right.
Love you.
Playing a little, uh, fast and loose with the rules, huh, Sheriff? - Am I? - Court's open today.
Why haven't formal charges been filed? Oh, my secretary can be slow with paperwork, but she's very thorough.
Your client wanted to talk to me about something? Yes, despite the fact that you, uh, questioned him without a lawyer present, denied him his right to his medication and are now holding him overnight on some bogus murder charge, yes.
My client would like to be cooperative.
Go ahead, Norman.
You can stop at any point.
You're under no obligation to do this, okay? No, I I want to.
I feel terrible about all the trouble that I've caused.
The truth is, Sheriff, I don't know where the body is.
I'm not even sure if there is a body.
I'm so embarrassed to admit this, but I fell in love.
Desperately in love with this married woman, Madeleine Loomis.
She's Sam's wife.
I know who Madeleine Loomis is.
Boy, was I lonely after my mother died.
And Madeleine she reminded me so much of her.
You know, she dressed like my mother.
She laughed like her.
It was like they shared the same indomitable spirit, and I was undone.
[dark music.]
Um Madeleine was a very lonely woman too, with good reason, because Sam was having an affair.
And I know this because he would come to my motel to have his fun.
Nasty.
Nasty, nasty man.
When Madeleine found out what was happening, she showed up enraged.
And let me tell you, it was quite the scene, Sheriff.
The mistress, she took off.
Those tire marks that you saw in the gravel they were from her.
And Madeleine and Sam, they went off together.
But then Madeleine came back later that night distraught shaking.
She seemed in shock.
Oh, she was terrified.
She said that she thought her life was over, that that she could feel this noose tightening around her neck because of what she'd done.
And she She told me Sam was dead.
Something about the woods, a-a-a well.
And and she just sobbed in my arms and then she kissed me.
Ah [inhales deeply.]
[exhales gingerly.]
I mean, what I felt for Madeleine was probably a a form of delusion.
It was madness, you know? I-I know that now, but she was just so fragile, Sheriff.
She was so vulnerable and I suppose after my mother's death, not being able to save her, I wanted things to be different for Madeleine, and and that is why I decided to take the blame.
Looking back, I [sighs.]
With the benefit of hindsight, I guess I fear I may have been an easy target for her.
[sighs.]
Oh, my mother did always say that I was too naive about beautiful women.
And my mother was always right.
I know we reached out to you earlier about your husband's whereabouts.
No one gave me any information.
Why are you looking for him? We have reason to believe that something might have happened to him.
What do you mean? Are you familiar with Norman Bates? [tense music.]
Yes, but we're friendly.
Last night he called the station and said he killed your husband.
We have no evidence to suggest that your husband's dead, but he does appear to be missing.
I wish I had more conclusive information, but [soft sob.]
I felt an obligation to tell you what I know.
[sobbing.]
Madeleine, we know nothing for sure yet, nothing.
And I hate telling you this.
But it's important that we're able to ask you questions as needed.
Like, do you know why Norman would claim to have murdered Sam? I don't know.
Are you sure? I've only known him for a few weeks.
He likes my store.
He bought paint and shower curtains for his motel.
He appears to have been infatuated with you.
Is there any basis for this infatuation? [indistinct radio chatter.]
[footsteps approaching.]
So, Dr.
Stein, are you suggesting the reason, uh, for the change in the CO2 levels on and around planet Earth now are because of what? Overpopulation? [overlapping radio chatter.]
[inhales, clears throat.]
[radio chatter continues.]
[door clatters.]
I have news.
[tense music.]
Put Norman back in the interrogation room.
Well, his lawyer says he's not talking anymore.
Doesn't mean he should be comfortable.
I want him to feel like he's being watched.
[background chatter.]
[police radio chatter.]
[tense music.]
[phone keys clacking.]
[line trilling.]
Hey, it's Sam Loomis.
Leave me a message.
I'll get right back to you.
You need to call me back.
The police are looking for you.
They said something happened.
They were I don't know.
You owe me that, please.
Just [dramatic music.]
[knocking on door.]
Sorry to disturb you so late.
Uh, how'd you know I was here? Oh, it's a small town.
I make friends.
How's Norman? We're taking care of him.
But I'm not here about your brother.
We pulled two bodies out of Falls Lake a couple days ago.
We just identified one of them as Audrey Ellis.
[dark music.]
Are you sure? Yeah.
Dental records confirmed.
I-I just thought you should know.
I thought you'd wanna be the one to tell your wife.
No, you just wanted to tell me first so you could gauge my reaction.
I understand loyalty.
I understand the instinct to protect your brother.
But I've seen family members destroyed over much less than what you're facing now.
Consider cooperating with us.
I can't guarantee it'll feel good, but it's the right thing to do.
[inhales.]
Good night, Sheriff.
[wind blowing.]
[solemn music.]
[ragged breathing.]
[wood creaking.]
[door thuds shut.]
[wind howling, rattling window.]
[soft notes.]
[softly.]
Just be patient, Norman.
If this goes well, in the morning, you can come back, keep me company.
[sighs softly.]
I don't mind admitting that I miss you.
[Norman murmuring indistinctly.]
[murmuring continues.]
[dark music.]
[Norman continues murmuring indistinctly.]
You need any help with the dishes, Mother? Well, I guess it's just us for dinner.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
She got hurt so many times, I don't mind seeing her in pain.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
It's harder on her.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
She used to love to be around people but she got hurt so many times [typewriter keys clacking.]
I don't miss seeing her in pain.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
This is what's best for us.
So I manage.
Hands up, hands up.
Get 'em up! [over tape recorder.]
Well, I hope that my presence isn't too, you know Well, hey.
disruptive.
You want me to turn off this tape recorder first? Well, I worried about that, but everything's been fi [tape recorder clicks.]
Do I have to put my hands up? It's stupid.
What the hell you doing here? Well it's kind of difficult to explain.
Well, why don't you try? All right, well, where to begin? This looks weird.
All right.
Starting simple.
After Norma died, Norman felt lonely.
And I felt lonely after my kid and my wife took off, so we became friends.
You know, but when I say it like that it sounds like, you know, reductive.
It wasn't just a-a-a friendship of necessity.
I recognized in Norman that he had the soul of an artist.
- When I was in college - Chick, Chick.
What are you doin' here? You want me to say that he's crazy.
I wouldn't say that he's crazy.
Oh, really? I would.
Okay.
Maybe the world tosses that word around too much.
He killed his mother.
And he loved her.
So so I'm I'm gathering that it was probably very hard for you to get here and that you're feelin' a little miffed that Norman's not home.
Where is he? Uh so my sources tell me that last night he confessed to murder.
He's in jail.
So what the hell are you doin' here? I'm dancing with newborn angels, trying to catch a muse.
Why don't you say it like a normal person? [shouting.]
I'm writing a book! About what? [huffing.]
Look, I know.
It sounds bad! I wrestled with my own feelings of of of exploitation, but after I got to know them, Norman and and and Norma and this beautiful, haunted old house, I felt an obligation to to to record the events that have happened here.
Son of a bitch.
You son you If you know what Norman's done, you're an accessory to murder.
Says the escaped convict.
So this is where he keeps them, huh? That's a little obvious.
Norman's more romantic than that.
Oh, yeah? Then why are you sitting here? 'Cause I wanted to feel what she felt.
What are you talkin' about? To be adored like a queen.
He built this place for her.
Like a mausoleum.
Wh-wh-what the hell are you talking about? [solemn music.]
He dug her up.
He dug her up.
W-where is she now? I don't know.
M-must have had the foresight to move her before the cops came and searched the house.
Lookin' at you standin' there the sheriff, who's escaped from prison, out on a mission to avenge the woman he loves from her murderous and sick son.
It's like [chuckling.]
It's, like, too much, man.
You guys are perfectly worthy adversaries.
Perfect.
[chuckles.]
The artificiality of of scripted drama doesn't hold a candle to true crime.
Utter surprise, without contriv More surprise than the brain would allow you to imagine.
[gunshot.]
[typewriter dings.]
[wind howling.]
[police radio chatter.]
[dogs barking.]
[police radio chatter.]
- [dog whines.]
- Come on, boy, come on.
[dogs barking.]
[ominous music.]
[car door opens.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[tense music.]
[door unlatching.]
I told you I'd take care of it, Norman.
Morning, Sheriff.
I appreciate the visit, but we're not supposed to be talking anymore.
We're charging you additionally with the murders of Jim Blackwell and Audrey Ellis.
You don't need to say a thing.
[door closes, latches.]
[dramatic music.]