All language subtitles for Bates Motel (2013) - S03E04 - Unbreak-Able (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)_[eng]-eng

NARRATOR: Previously on
Bates Motel...

How do you expect me
to have a relationship

with you under
the circumstances?

Norma never has
to know I'm here.

A dead girl was found floating
in the tidal flats
early this morning.

Wondering if
you're missing anyone
from your little party?

Oh, Emma,
this is Annika, Room 4.

EMMA: Nice to meet you.

Have you seen the girl
in number four today?

EMMA: I saw her car here.

NORMA: When is the last
time you saw her?

EMMA: Last night.
She was going
somewhere in town.

Norman drove with her
to show her where it was.

Norman went with her?

You're treating me
like I killed this girl.
Just make up your mind!

I did not kill Annika.

I don't think that you
killed anyone, Norman.

Don't lie to me!

NORMA:
Norman, answer me right now!

(GASPS)

NORMA: Annika?
Are you okay? Oh, God!

Use it. Do something
with it. It's important.

OPERATOR: (OVER PHONE)
911. What is your emergency?

I'm at the Bates Motel.
Highway 88.

Please send someone.
I think she's dead.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Mother?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Where's Norma Bates?

She's in the office
with the paramedics.

I'm fine.
You don't need to do that.

You passed out.

A girl just died on me.
I'm fine.

I'm fine.
Okay.

Norman wasn't
anywhere near her.
He was up in bed sleeping.

Okay. Okay, Norma.

Just leave him alone.
He's not feeling very well.

(EXHALES) He doesn't need
to see any of this.

Norman! Norman!

Did I do it?
(SHUSHING)

It's okay.
Did I do it?

Don't talk.
NORMAN: Did I do it?

It's okay, listen.

I need you to
take a big breath,
right now, okay?

Did I do it?
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Look at me.

Annika drove here
after she'd already
been shot. Okay?

I need you to calm down.
Step outside your body.
Be calm.

Look at me.
You have control
over this, okay?

Everything is fine.
You didn't do anything.

But I just need
you to stay calm.
Go back inside the house.

There are
a lot of police here

and they're not
going to understand.

What the hell?
Dylan, thank God.
Thank God you're here.

You've got to
help me, all right?

We need to take him
in the house.

He is very upset.
I don't want him
to see any of this.

Please, take him
in the house.

NORMAN: Did I do it, Dylan?

I was in the office
closing up and this car
comes careening in.

Annika gets out of it,
she staggers over to me,

falls in my arms.

I realize that
she has been shot,

so I call 911 and she dies
before they arrive.

I know. It's crazy,
it doesn't make any sense.

You've never seen
that car before?

Uh, no, no. You towed the car.
I don't know
what that car was.

Can I possibly get out
of these clothes?

What was wrong with Norman
when he came down
to the motel?

Wrong with him?

You mean the fact that
he had a compassionate
human reaction

to one of our guests
dying in our driveway?

You don't get to do this.

Do what?
Sit here, in my house,

and suspect me and/or Norman,
and say stuff like that.

Not after everything.

Okay?
I've told you all I know.

Do you not believe me?

Is there something else
that you're looking for?

Chaos seems to
swirl around you, okay?

I'm not sure why.

And I want to believe
you're telling me
everything you know,

but then none of this
makes any sense.

Why would this girl,
after she's been shot,

make the effort
to drive here?

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe because it was close.

Maybe she just
wanted to get to someone

who could help her
get to a hospital.

That's all I know.

I'm gonna go check
on Norman, okay?

You can show yourself out.

What happened to him?

He had a bad episode.

I found him in the tub
under the water.

Is she really dead?

Do you remember
anything that happened
when you were having a bath?

I think you blacked out again.

Um...

(STAMMERING)

I'm going to get
out of these clothes.
I want you to rest, okay?

I'll come back and
check up on you, okay?

I blacked out
and then she was dead.

Norman, you had
nothing to do with this.

You were nowhere near her
when it happened.

I'll stay with him.

NORMA: Thank you, Dylan.

I don't know
what I would do without you.

I just feel so alone
in all this.

(EXHALES)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

Hi, honey.
You want some bacon?

Sure.

Why do you think
Annika came back?

Do you think maybe
she was coming back
here to talk to me?

I mean,
I'm really the only person
she ever talked to here.

Well, it's not like
I never spoke to her.

No, but I mean about
anything important.

What did you
talk to her about?

I think I talked to her
a little bit about
what a good mother you were,

and how hard
you were trying,

how tough it had been for you
since you moved here.

I talked to her about
how close we were.

Do you still like me?

What kind of a silly
question is that?

You just seem different
as of late.

Well, maybe because
Dylan lives here now.

Things have changed
between the two of you,

and between us, it's...

It's different.

No, Norman, I don't think
anything is different.

Or ever will be.

Okay.

Excuse me?

Sorry, can you...
Do you mind?

Sorry, you look like
you really know what
you're doing on that

and maybe you won't know
the answer to this,

but my mother just died

and she had all her
tax files on this,

and I have to
deal with her estate,

and there are
financial issues,

and she wasn't
very sound near the end,

and she had changed
all her passwords.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

Your mom did this?

Yep.

This is actually
a really good program.

I can't override it.
You need a password.

Okay.

Thanks. That's helpful.

Sheriff?
Yeah?

Got a couple of updates
on the Annika Johnson murder.

Yeah, what?

Coroner estimates
she was shot about 20 minutes

before she
got to the Bates Motel.

Well, she could've driven
from almost any place in town.

Also, the car Annika Johnson
drove to the motel last night,

it's registered to the girl
floating face down
in the tidal marsh.

All right.

(GRUNTING)

Thanks.
No problem.

You finally agreed
to come into town.

Yeah, of course.

So how long you
sticking around for?

Not really sure.

You know,
it depends on the barn.

The weather
might slow us down.

Yeah, that's right.
I didn't really
think about that.

If it was just me and Dylan,
we'd be up shit's creek.

GUNNER: Hey, man, you okay?

CALEB: Yeah.

Let's go. Let's go.

(ENGINE STARTING)

I'd feel totally prepared
if this was just
multiple choice,

but I know there's gonna be
an essay section.

"Talk about the Stamp Act
and how it relates to
a current political issue."

Norman?

Are you
thinking about Annika?

No.

No, I wasn't,
but it's all very sad,

and not good for business.

You know, we've had
no guests for days.
I'm just worried.

Maybe we should
take a day off.

Isn't that every day lately?

I mean away from here.

Go on a picnic
or a hike or something.

Remember what
the world is like.

I think I'd like that.

(NORMA CLEARS THROAT)

I hope you guys
aren't doing that
down in the office.

Of course not.

I'm sorry, Norma.

Hey, this is my house.

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

You called, Alex?

That girl who was missing?
She's dead.

She was shot late last night,
and I know she was here...

Do you want to take a look?

You're not gonna
find anything.

I think you and I
should be talking
in a more formal setting,

like an interrogation.
Okay.

I've got two dead girls,
in two days,

both with links
to your club.

Hey, you don't have
two dead girls.
You have two dead hookers.

And this is the town's club.

I'm just
the elected president.

Just a wonderful,
historical little tradition

in our beloved
White Pine Bay,

set up by our
founding fathers.

Tell me something, Alex.
This missing girl,
did she have anything on her?

Such as?

I'll take that as a "no."

That's a pretty
incriminating question, Bob.

Don't jump to conclusions.

You're a little out
of the loop these days.

I never took you
for a computer nerd.

Oh, hi.

I'm not really,
I'm just, uh...

I'm just looking at stuff,
killing time.

In the computer code section?

You just get
more and more interesting.

(STAMMERING)
The truth is, I'm just...

I want to know
what my son's been
doing on the computer.

You know, you read
these parent magazines

that say you should
monitor it and I don't.

I guess,
I've always trusted him.

And you have some reason
to think you shouldn't lately?

Young men can be confusing.

So can everybody.

What time's your next class?

You want to grab a coffee?

Yeah. I have a little time.

Great.

My son and I have
always been really close,
like, probably too close.

But we went through
a lot together.

Norman and I
always had each other,

but things just seem
different now.

Different how?

I guess, um...

I just don't trust him
that much anymore,

and that makes me
feel really lonely.

(VOICE BREAKING)
This is stupid.

I better get to class.

It's not stupid.

Imagine what
the world would be like

if we could all just be honest
about feeling hurt.

Instead we've made
it this big deal,
feeling anything in public.

What's so bad about that?

Well, maybe because
we'd go around crying all day?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Alex,

what are you doing?

You're not gonna make me
go get a warrant, are you?

No, but I'd like to know
what you're looking for.

I'm looking for answers.

Well, have at it.

Norma?

Did Annika Johnson
have anything on her
when she died?

Clothes.
Don't be a smart-ass.

I'm not being a smart-ass.
I don't know what
you're talking about.

Did she seem like
she was trying

to get to her room,
to get something?

Maybe.

I don't know.
It was hard to tell,
you know?

She was weaving
and then she fell into me.
Where was she headed?

Like you said.
I think she was
heading for her room.

Okay, well,
I'm going to go make dinner.

Norma? Norma?

What?

Why are you lying to me?
I'm not.

Why are you lying to me?
About what?

About what
you're doing here.

I'm not lying.

I'm not revealing
the whole truth.

That's my job,
to decide what and when
to tell whom.

Well, you're very good at it.

Gold star, Sheriff.

You're making dinner?

No, I'm making some food
to bring on a picnic tomorrow.

Aw.

I'd love to go on
a picnic with you tomorrow,
but I've got class.

Not you and me.

Emma and I are going.

Something wrong?
Just stop it, Norman.

Stop what?
(PLATE BANGING)

(EXHALES)

Do we have Dijon mustard?

Thanks.

I really don't know
why you're so upset.

Because, Norman,
what you're doing is
wrong and it's stupid.

Oh, really?
Yeah.

And it's not
what you're thinking.

I don't care if you go on
a thousand picnics with Emma.

You better not be
using that girl.

Why would I be using her?

Using her for what?

To get back at me,

or because you're annoyed,

because you think
I like Dylan better than you,

or some childish nonsense
that's in your head.

Oh, so it's all about you?

It's not possible
that I just want to
spend a day alone with this

beautiful, intelligent,
sexy young woman
who has feelings for me?

You know you can't
sleep with her, right?

It's not really any of
your business, is it?

It is my business because
you aren't thinking
with your head right now.

Whatever the reason
you're going on
this romantic outing,

you can't sleep with her.

She's ill, Norman.

You think she can have
sex just like anyone?
You could kill her, Norman.

You hurt that girl,
I will kick your ass
to the moon and back.

You cannot sleep with her.

You don't need to
explain that to me.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Yeah, sure, Norma.

What's up?

When Annika died last night,
before she died,
she gave me something.

What's on it?
I don't know. It's locked.

Did you tell Romero?
No, I haven't told anyone.

Not even Norman.
I don't trust anyone.

I'm telling you.

Okay.

What makes you think
it was for you?

Because she pressed it
into my hand,
and she said,

"Do something with it.
Use it. It's important.
Use it for you and your son."

She knew Norman?

You know how Norman is.
Nutty women seem
to open up to him.

I don't know
what to do with it.

I think
Romero's looking for it

because he was here
this afternoon
searching her room,

and he asked me
if I'd found anything.

I can't open it.
Do you think you could try?

Sure, Norma.
Okay.

Thanks, sweetie.

Just give it back to
me when you're done.

Norma?
What?

Don't tell anyone else.

This could be
really dangerous.

NORMA: (WHISPERING)
I know, I know. That's why
I don't want Norman to know.

Good night, Dylan.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EMMA CHUCKLES)

What?

There is nothing more romantic
than hypothermia.

I... Maybe we picked
the wrong day for a picnic.

It's never the wrong day
for a picnic.

I'm not giving up!

Okay.

Hey, come on,
maybe we can duck in there
and warm up a bit.

What if someone
lives in there?

Doesn't look like it.

We'll find out at any rate.

(EMMA COUGHING)

NORMAN: You okay?
Yeah.

NORMAN: You good?
Yeah.

Oh, this is fantastic.

It's a bit warmer in here.

We can build a fire.
That'll be perfect.

What if it's smoky?

Is that okay for your lungs?

Yeah, it should be fine.

Go close the window.

ROMERO: So you were friends
with Lindsay and Annika?

Yeah.

I mean, not best friends.

But I've seen them
the last few years
at those parties.

The Arcanum Club?

So you know Bob Paris?
Yeah.

Did you know that
Annika and Lindsay are dead?

What?
They were both murdered.

Did you have any
contact with either of them
since you saw them last year?

Lindsay was seeing Bob Paris.

"Seeing," as in they
had a relationship?

He took a liking to her.

Started flying her
up every weekend.
She was making a lot of money.

And one time she asked me
if I would have
a three-way with her and him.

But I couldn't.

It was my sister's
birthday that weekend.

You have any reason
to believe that Bob Paris
would want her dead?

Maybe she knew too much.

I honestly doubt
that guy gives a damn

who knows what
about his sex habits.

But I think Lindsay
started to get a taste

for a lifestyle
she couldn't afford.

She started resenting him.

Maybe she had feelings for him
that weren't reciprocated.

I just got the feeling
she was pissed.

Just out of curiosity,

you know who took your place
in that three-way?

I'm pretty sure she said
Annika Johnson stepped in.

You warm enough?
(MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm great.

You brought enough oxygen?

Yes, of course.

Do your lungs hurt
when you can't breathe?

More of a panicky
feeling than a pain

like someone's
holding you under water.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

I'm not worried. I'm happy.

When you're happy,
you feel immortal.

But nonetheless, you aren't.

I mean,
no matter what you feel like.

I'm not thinking
about that today.

Today, I'm living.

Get on board, Bates.

I think we should stop.

I don't want to hurt you.

What is with you?

My mother says that
I shouldn't have sex
with you,

that you shouldn't have sex.

It could Kill you.

What's wrong?
Are you joking?

That is totally insulting.

I've lived with this illness
every day of my life, 24/7.

I think I know
my own limitations.

I think I've earned the right
to make my own decisions,

not take direction
from two people

who wouldn't know their ass
from a handbag
if they had a head cold.

I didn't think
your mother was coming
on this date with us.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Did you go to town?

Gunner says
you went with him.

Gunner couldn't
haul that thing
up here by himself.

Can you stop that for a sec?

What do you want from me?
It was a two-man job.

You weren't here.

What if Norma had seen you?
Look, what if she had?

Okay, I'm a human being.
Is that a crime?

She's the one
who won't talk to me.

She's the one
being irrational.

I don't think it's
irrational to not want to talk
to the guy who raped her.

Look, you don't
understand, Dylan!
You never will!

I'm helping you out.
Maybe you haven't noticed,

but you need me out here,
you don't know
what you're doing.

I think I do.

If I hadn't come out
here and come along

you would've been standing
in a pile of collapsed lumber!

No one asked you
to come here, okay?

No one's making you do this.

Then why don't you
tell me to leave?

Tell me to leave!

Caleb! Caleb! Caleb!

Caleb?

Relax. I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You're fine?
Yeah.

You're bleeding.

We need to get you
to a hospital, man.

No. No, no, no.

You need stitches.
No hospital.

Why?
I can't.

I got a warrant.

You're wanted?

Come on, we need to
get you sewn up, man.

You're bleeding like shit.

Please, no hospital.

Please?
I'm not.

I'm going to do it.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

You ready?

Just do it.

(CALEB WINCING)

Was it really
like she said it was?

Yeah, it was.

Maybe not exactly.

Norma and I were so close,
her and me.

We were all we had.

We were like two kids
raising ourselves.

So we spent all of
our time together.

It just happened.

You know, she was
more than a sister to me.

I mean,
she was my whole world.

My whole life.

I loved her.

You can't help who you love.

But your mom,

she was smarter
than me, you know?

And she figured shit out,
and one day she came home,

and said it was bad.

You know,
that we couldn't anymore.

And the way she looked at me,

I couldn't breathe.

You know, I loved her
more than anything

and I just couldn't
let her go. (CRYING)

And I hate myself for it.

I know I don't deserve it,

but I wish I could say
I'm sorry.

That's all I want.

She doesn't
have to forgive me.

I just want to
tell her I'm sorry

before I never
have another chance.

There's something here
that belongs to us.

Put your hands out
in front of you.

Easy.

Don't start something
you're not going to
be able to finish.

(GUN COCKING)

He pops me

and I still get the shot off.

You're dead.
(SCOFFS)

I'm done.

We're leaving.

That house up there,

looks like a lot of rooms.

Good places to hide things.

Front and back entrance?

Here's a fact.

If I see either one
of you here ever again,

I'll kill you.

Okay.

But you're not always here.

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Normal!

Some guy was just
searching the office.

He said that we had
something that wasn't ours.

What? Now?

We need to get rid
of that flash drive.
We should call Romero.

I got the guy's
license plates.

No. We've had
too many cops.

No, it's probably
her pimp or whatever.

You scared him off, right?
Well, yeah, but...

What are you two
talking about?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Don't you have
an essay to write?

Yeah, but all the secretive,
agitated whispering?

It was a little distracting.

What's going on?

We were just talking.

Dylan, what were you
just talking about?

Look,
don't worry about it, Norman.

I obviously have
a right to know

what goes on in
my own house, so...

Oh, for God's sakes, Norman,
you're acting like a child.

Stop it.

Fine.

Give it to me.
The last thing she did
was give this to me.

She died
making this gesture.
I can't.

You don't even know
what itis.

What if it's
something incredible?

What if it's something
that could save us?

Please,
don't make me give it up.

I'll hide it at the farm,
okay?

But I'm not letting
it stay in this house.

I don't want
anything to happen to you.

Where are you going?

To the farm.
I left something.

What aren't you telling me?

Why are you lying to me?

What's going on?

Norman,
stay the hell out of it.

Okay?
It doesn't concern you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, what's wrong?

What are you
doing here so late?

I was just, uh...

I was messing with
the timer earlier
and I forgot to reset it.

You could have
called me or Gunner.

Yeah, but, um, Gunner's out.

And you know you've been
through enough today,

so I figured maybe
you were sleeping.

You doing okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You know,
thanks for letting me
carry on today.

I know it's gotta
be tough on you.

I'm gonna, um...

Yeah, go ahead.

Get some rest.

NORMAN: What the hell's
going on here, Dylan?

Does Mom know he's here?

Is this what you two
have been whispering about?

Is she allowing this?

No.

We've been talking about you.

We're concerned about you,

about your state of mind.

Well, I'm not the one
harboring my mother's rapist.

Look,
we don't want any trouble.

Oh, you don't want
any trouble from me?

That's funny. Like I'm
the outsider and you're not.

We'll see
who's on the outside.

Norman!

Norman,
you better not tell her.

Go to hell, Dylan!

DYLAN: Norman!

Damn it, Norman. Stop!

Norman, stop!

You're not going to tell her!

You're not going to tell her.

You're not going to tell her.

Get off me!
Get the hell off me, Caleb!

God!

You can't tell her,
you understand me?
He raped her!

If you tell her
you'll be sorry
the rest of your life.

What are you going to do,
huh, kill me?

Please, Norman.

Everything I've
built with Mom...

It'll all be destroyed.

You've already destroyed it.

You betrayed Mother.

And she needs to know.

I didn't know what to do.

Norman, please!

(ENGINE STARTING)

Sorry.