All language subtitles for Bates Motel (2013) - S05E04 - Hidden (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)_[eng]-eng

NARRATOR: Previously
on Bates Motel...

Do you think maybe
we could be friends?
Of course.

Like, we could
hang out sometime?

I mean,
even though I'm married?

(GRUNTS)
CHICK: Holy shit.

NORMAN: Well, now
you know, Chick.

NORMAN: Can you keep
this secret about me?
Can I trust you, Chick?

CHICK: Hey, Norma?
Can I stay here
for a little while?

(GRUNTS)

Back up. Back up.

What are you doing?
You trying to steal
our car?

You don't need to do that.
I'll just...

(RIFLE SHOTS)
(GROANS)

Mother?
I need you to do
something for me.

NORMA: I need you
to kill him.

I want you to leave
and never come back.

Go! Go!
(GUNSHOT)

NORMA: Norman!

He will ruin us!

Hey!

Oh!
(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(NORMAN PANTING)

(CHICK GRUNTS)

Yup. (GRUNTS)

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.
Is what it is.

He didn't ever need
to come back here.

He didn't ever need
to do a lot of stuff.

(PANTING)

Let's just get rid
of the body.

Uh...
Well, shouldn't we call
the sheriff?

I mean, it was
an accident, so...

Jeez.

(STAMMERS)
No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

I agree with him.

Okay, well, I'm glad
that you two agree,

but I think we should
call the police, okay?

We have done
nothing wrong here.

He just ran out
on the road, got hit...

We... There...
No one is at fault.
(CHICK STAMMERS)

Look, I beg to differ.
It's all my fault.
I was driving the car.

Look, he was locked up
in the basement.

There's things that
they could find out.

What things?
I'll repeat myself.

He was chained up
in your basement.

There are other things
in your basement.

I agree, there are
lots of secrets.

Me being alive
one of them.
(STAMMERING)

So, we don't want cops
sniffing around.

I can get rid of the body.
Just help me pick it up.

Help him pick it up.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Yeah, put him in.

(PANTING)
All right.
I'll take care of it.

It's gonna take me
a while, though,
so, don't wait up.

Oh.

There's the groceries.
Don't make the chicken.

I want to make it when
I get back for dinner.

(PANTING)

You shot me.

Hey, hold on.
Easy, easy, easy.
Easy, now.

Let's not have
another accident.

Come on, put it down.
Put it down.

Hey, this is a very
serious thing you've done.
Put it down.

That your house?

Yeah.
Go inside.

Get a first-aid kit
or some bandages,

or anything like that,
and bring it to me,

but don't let anybody
see you.

Listen, I know you didn't
mean to hurt me.

I know it was just
an accident, all right?

I won't say a word
about it if you won't.

Promise?
Yes.

Yes. Now,
do as I say, okay? Go.

(PANTING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Morning, Sheriff.
Hey, Regina.
How'd your mom's surgery go?

Um, it's been hard,
but she's determined.

Thanks for asking.
Yeah.

I printed
the quarterly stats
for you.

They are on your desk.
Down again this month.

Thanks.
(PHONE RINGING)

REGINA: White Pine Bay
Sheriff's station.

Uh, Sheriff?

It's the DA.
Says it's urgent.

Put him through.

What time is it?

Oh, it's 10:30 now.

You slept in.

Oh, well,
must've been tired.

Oh, must've been.
Can't imagine why.

Why do you have
my dresses?

Because you've
had them forever, Mother,

for years, and look,

still the same old dresses.

What the hell
crawled into your pants?

I don't like how things are.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, neither does
all of anyone
in God's creation.

We are a species
of complainers.
What makes today so special?

Because nothing ever happens

the way that I think
it should, Mother.

Mmm.

I wanted Caleb to go,
but, no, he goes
and gets hit in the street.

And I wanted to call
the cops, but, no,
you and Chick decide

that it's better to go
and get rid of a body.

You know, I don't want to be
getting rid of bodies,

or have people
chained up in my basement

or dump people in lakes.

And since when
are you and Chick
such great friends?

You're the one
who invited him here
in the first place.

And you know what?
You are right.

I am tired of these dresses.
Get rid of 'em.

I'm gonna go online

and order a bunch of
new clothes.

Dead or not, I can't be
prancing around
the house naked.

You don't like your
old dresses anymore?

(STAMMERS)
Make up your mind.

Do I like them,
or do I not like them?

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh, no, I'll get it.

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

Yeah, coming!

Hi. I'm Sheriff Greene.

We haven't met formally,
but I've seen you in town.

You're Norman Bates, right?

Yes, nice to finally
meet you.

Uh, I would've
invited you in.

Just doing
some cleaning. It's...

God, it's frustrating,
you know?

It just gets so cluttered,

you don't know
what you have anymore.
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, we all have
too much stuff.

I wanted to ask you
about something.

Yes, of course.

A man named Jim Blackwell

has skipped out
on his parole.

His parole officer
found your address

written down on a piece
of paper at his place.

Have you seen him?

Jim Blackwell?

Blackwell. no. No.
(STAMMERS)

I've never heard of anyone
named Jim Blackwell.

Well, I'm not so worried
about a guy skipping parole.

I mean, I am worried,
but it's not why I'm here.

I'm worried because he was
recently released
from the same prison

where Alex Romero
was serving his time.

Was?

Yeah, I got a call
from the DA this morning.

Romero escaped.

Oh.

Has he contacted you?

No.

No, it's just...
It's not that.
I just don't like him.

He put too much pressure
on my mother,

and I feel that's
what led to her death.

Mmm.

Well, what concerns me
is the timing here.

Blackwell gets out
of prison,
has your address.

Shortly after that,
Romero escapes.

Why would a guy
who had every chance
of getting out of prison

after two years
doing easy time

on a work farm
risk escaping?

Had to be something
worth it out here.

Might be here
in your house,
and you don't know it.

Might be
something Jim Blackwell
found out about,

why he was around here
before he disappeared.

(NERVOUSLY) You mean here,
in this house?

Yeah, or the motel.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

No, there's nothing
in these structures
I don't know about, Sheriff.

(LAUGHS)

You just said you have
so much clutter,

you don't know
what you have.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I guess I did, but it...

I know that it's all
my stuff.

Well, now you know
what's going on.

If you see anything unusual,
give me a call.

I will. I...Will do.
Okay, bye.

Oh, and, uh...

Do let me know if
you happen to hear
anything about Romero.

Will do, Norman.
Nice to finally meet you.

Who was it?
It was the new sheriff.

Sheriff Greene,
I think her name is.

What the hell
does she want with us?

She was asking
about Jim Blackwell.

If we'd seen him.
He skipped parole.

I bet he did.

Apparently, he had
the motel address
with his things.

Oh...
NORMAN: I know.

I know. This is exactly
what I mean, Mother,
why I'm upset,

because you just
decide things are best

and don't include me
in the decision,

when I'm really not sure
you know what's best at all.

So, I should've
just let Jim Blackwell
kill you?

Maybe.
That's depressing.

No, you know what's
depressing, Mother,

is having no control
over your own life,

over these decisions
that are being made
supposedly on your behalf.

Fine, I'll just wait
till you're out of
your next blackout

to make a move
on anything.

I don't like this, Mother.

I don't like how
we've become lately.

People fight, sweetheart.
It's not the end
of the world.

So, Jim Blackwell
had the motel address.

He could've been looking
for a place to stay.
They can't prove anything.

Did she say anything else?

No. Nothing else.

I'll be back
in a few hours.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

Look at you,
in here all by yourself.

What's going on?

Nothing much.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah,

just had some
trouble sleeping.

Are you sure?

Nothing a few
new shower curtains
can't fix.

Your order, right?
It came in last night.

I'll go get it
from the back.

Thank you.

Man, you are a lifesaver.

I can imagine
you go through
a lot of these.

Yes, yes. We do, actually.

They don't really
last too long, you know?

Yeah.

Oh, so, I, um...

I was just... I've been
cleaning out the house,

just trying to get rid
of a bunch of
old stuff and, uh...

This is gonna sound
really weird,

but I was just about to
donate a bunch of my
mother's dresses,

and I've got no use
for them anymore.

But I just felt bad
putting them in the bin,

and so,
I wondered if I could
give them to you.

I just feel like
you'd take care of them
and wear them,

like they wouldn't be
something unanimated anymore.

Oh. Uh...

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) What did I do?

Uh, you didn't do anything.
It's just...
It's, uh, too weird.

I'm offering you my
dead mother's clothes.
God, I must be going mad.

Just so you know,
my mother was not
like other moms.

She wasn't what
you think of when you think
of mom clothes.

She was youthful
and beautiful and vibrant.

(SIGHS)

Hi, welcome to
Village Hardware.

Hi. Thanks.

Could you help me
with these?

Yeah, I'll be
right there.

Why don't you
leave these here,

and I'll go
through them tonight?

Is that okay?
Yeah.

I promise, I'll take
really good care of them.

I know you will.

Ah, it looks like
you could use a hand.

Do you want me to
hold her while you shop?

You don't mind?
MADELEINE: Not at all.

Hi.

What's her name?
WOMAN: Rose.

MADELEINE: Hi, Rose.

What a pretty name.

(CHUCKLES)

It went glorious,
even by my own standards.

I brought
some of my things,

so you mind if I stay
in Dylan's room,

or should I crash
on the couch...

Uh, maybe
we should talk, Chick.

Yeah, we got
plenty of time to talk.

Let's talk inside.

No, no, I like it here.

Oh.

All right. (GRUNTS)

Just let me
put my bird down.

Fire away, champ.

The thing is,
I just don't think

you should spend
so much time here.

Ah.

I mean, it's...

It's me, you know.
It's just too much
with mother and all,

and to bring
one more person
into this is...

One more person.

I don't think there's much
of a problem, though.

I mean, your mother
still likes me, so...

Oh, yeah. No, she likes you.
Of course, she does.

And I like you, too.
We both like you, Chick.

It's not about that.

Then what's it about?

I'm gonna help you out
with a lot of things, Norman.

Help you out
with everything.
Everything.

I understand, Chick.

And as I said,
I appreciate it.

And I'm by no means
saying that we can't
still see each other.

What I'm saying is,
not every day.

Okay? You can't live here.

Hmm.

Can I still come over?
Yeah.

Can I come over tomorrow?
No, not tomorrow.

Maybe the next day.
I can bring quail.
We can cook up...

No, not that day, either.

Yeah, I get it.

I get it.

Maybe some night
next week, Chick.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Next week. Let me just
clear my calendar.

You might want to
cook up that chicken

that I brought over
last night.

375, 45 minutes,
or it goes bad.

Goes real bad.

DISPATCHER: 9171,
what's your emergency?

(COUGHS) Yeah,
my name's Ben Hayes.
I live at 3043 270th Street.

We need an ambulance.
My neighbor OD'd.
It's apartment 221.

Hurry, please hurry.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(WHIMPERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WINCING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

Hello, Norman.
Pretty night,
isn't it?

Oh, yes. Yes, Sheriff.
Isn't it just?

So, uh, what can I
help you with tonight?

I imagine you're not
looking for a room.

I was wondering
if you keep
a guest registry,

the old-fashioned kind
where people sign
their names?

Uh, yes.
Yes, we do, actually. Why?

I wondered if I might
have a look at it.

Mmm. Yeah.
Yeah, of course.

Uh, I was just closing up,
but come on in.

So, who are you
looking for?

Still wondering why
Jim Blackwell
had this address.

I wondered
if he checked in
under a false name.

Hmm.

I know. (LAUGHING)
It seems silly, right?

A lot of
police work is silly.

Till you find
what you're looking for.

And then all of a sudden,
it's not so silly anymore.

Yeah, well, we get people
in here from Canon City
all the time,

sO, maybe he was just
thinking of staying here

and then
just changed his mind.

You know, Sheriff,
if I were an ex-con,

I'd write down
an address I know
you'd find,

and then (CLICKS TONGUE)
take on off
in the opposite direction.

How did you know Blackwell
lived in Canon City?

Well, you, uh...
You mentioned it
the last time you were here.

Did I?

Yes.

(STAMMERING)
Yes, I remember now.
You were, um...

Uh, up there on the porch,
and you said that you found

a piece of paper
with my address on it
at his place in Canon City.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Hmm.

You haven't seen
an early-'90s

silver and black Lincoln,
have you?

Uh...

(NERVOUSLY) No.
No, not as I recall.

That's what he was driving.

I see.

This is
the plate number.

In case you do see it.

Thank you.
I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Well, I'll let you
get back to work.

Okay.

Good night.
Good night.

Looking forward to
seeing you again, Norman.

(ENGINE STARTS)

NORMAN: Mother?

(DOOR SLAMS)
Yeah?

(PANTING) Mother!
What?

Was Jim Blackwell
driving a car?
Yes.

A '90s silver
and black Lincoln?

Maybe.

Okay, well,
where is the car, Mother?

The sheriff was just here.
They're searching
for the car.

So, what did you do
with it?

Don't worry.
I hid it in the woods.

The woods?

Is it near us?

It's far enough.

Okay, Mother, get up.
We are going to that car.

Why? So you could be seen
in the vicinity of it
and get caught?

No, because we need
to get rid of it
in a better way

than just leaving it
in the woods

like the remains of a pie
we didn't eat at a picnic!

We're going. Now.

This is stupid, Norman.

Everything's fine.
I took care of it.

The car is deep
in here somewhere

where I know
there's no foot traffic.

No one's gonna find it.
We can't even find it!

That's exactly why
we need to find it, Mother.

You really don't know
what you're doing,
do you?

Yo, buddy.

I took off the plates.
I scratched off
the VIN number.

I wiped
the whole thing down
for fingerprints.

I covered the car
with brush,

and I covered my tracks
on the way back.

No one is gonna
find this car,
and even if they do,

they can't
trace it back to us.

How do you know
all of that?

It's not rocket science.

Oh. There it is.

NORMAN: I think
we should move it.

Just get rid of it,
make it disappear.

Well, good luck with that.

Do you remember
when the police found

Keith's truck
near our property,
Mother?

Hmm? No, we can't risk it.

You are overreacting.

We are miles
from the motel,

and no one's
found it so far.

That's because no one's
been looking for it,
Mother, and now they are.

Where's the key?

I threw it away.

Why would you do that?

Why wouldn't I?

Well, do you know
how to hotwire a car?

Of course, I don't.

I don't know why
you don't care more
about this, Mother.

Maybe you want us
to get caught.

Oh, yeah, I'm the one
who wants us
to get caught.

Yeah, I'm the one
who catapulted us

out of bed
and onto a crime scene.

Or maybe you're just
sick of me, Mother.

Maybe you're just sick
of this whole situation.

Maybe you wish
it had worked out
with Romero.

Maybe you even think
it still could.

Yeah, you know,
you're right.

I just wanted
to get us caught,

and I wanted to
run off with Romero.

I mean, that's why
I've done all of this.

That's why I've protected
your ass 24/7,

just so
I could get caught.
Okay, okay, Mother.

Well done.
You can stop now.

All right, you know what?

(LOUDLY) Come and find us!
Mother?

NORMA: We're right here!

Put us in prison, please!
We've been lying
about everything!

Mother.
Okay? I'm not really dead!

I just faked my suicide!
I know, bad idea.

We want out!

My name is Norma Bates!
Mother!

And I'm still alive!

(SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(NORMAN BREATHES HEAVILY)

Mother?

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

What's really
going on here, Norman?

Why are you annoyed
with me lately?

Why can't I do
anything right
in your eyes?

I'm sorry, Mother.
You were right.

You were right.
The car's fine.

Let's just leave it
and go home.

Forget about
all this, okay?

Don't ever do that
to me again.

I won't.

Are you coming?

Right behind you.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(WHISPERS) Hello?
MADELEINE: Hey, Norman.
How are you?

(WHISPERING) Hey, good.
Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Why are you whispering?

Oh. No. I, uh...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I just woke up.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, I just wanted
to thank you so much
for the dresses.

It's kind of crazy.
They fit perfectly.
And I absolutely love them.

Uh, I'm so glad.

Yeah, and I get
such a vibe off them,
of your mom,

what a cool lady she was.
She had great taste.

Yes, she certainly did.

Um, hey, do you
want to come over
for dinner tonight?

Sam's gone again,
and I just get

super bored at night,
and I think I need
to get a dog.

Uh... Tonight? Yeah...

Yeah, I'd love to come over.
What time?

Um, maybe 7:00?

7:00, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's, um...

Uh, that can work.

Okay, that sounds great.
I'll see you then.

All right, yeah, 7:00.

(CHUCKLES) Bye.
Okay, bye.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LOUD RATTLING)

Huh.

Well, well, well.

Look what the tide
washed up.

Thought you didn't want
to hang out anymore.

No, no, I never
said that, Chick.

I think you're
just overreacting.
(SCOFFS)

Can l come in?

Can you...

Wipe your feet.

Sorry, I didn't
have time to tidy up.

(GRUNTS) I've been
working on something.

Oh, really?
What are you working on?

I'm working on
a suspense novel.

I think in the right hands,
when it's complete,

it'll make
quite a good little movie.

Can I sit down, Chick?
Mmm, mmm, mmm.

(MUMBLES)

Mess my system up.

Yeah, I just, uh, need
to ask your advice
about something.

Yeah, I figured
you were here
for something.

Chick. Come on,
just because I said
we can't live together,

it doesn't mean
we still can't
be friends, right?

What do you want, Norman?

Chick,

do you know how
to hotwire a car?

Yeah. I do.

And do you know
how to, uh,
(CLICKS TONGUE)

you know,
get rid of a car?

I've just heard
of these things
called "chop shops" and...

Do you know of
any such places?

What did you do?

Nothing, just...
I just want to get rid
of a car, Chick.

Well, that seems
like an unnecessarily

elaborate way to
just get rid of a car.

Well, that's what
I'm going to be doing.
Mmm.

And that's all I'm
going to tell you, so...

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

All right, I'll just
figure it out on my own.

Yeah, I know a place.

I know a guy
with a place
and a thing.

But I need
to know something.

I need to know
what you did, Norman.

It's not me, Chick.
It is her.

Mother.

How do you mean?

Well, she's just
out of control, Chick.

I mean, she thinks that
she knows what is best
about everything,

but she does not.

I mean, just look
what happened with Caleb.

Yeah, yeah, I see.

I mean, there is something
very, very wrong with her.

And then
I've tried to help,

but she's...
Chick, she's going to ruin us
if I don't rein her in,

and I just don't know
how to rein her in, exactly.

All right.

Well, maybe I can
help you with her.

Maybe. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I don't
think so, though.
But thank you.

Thank you for
helping me with the car.

With everything.

You've really been
a good friend.

So are you, Norman.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where are you going?

We need to talk.

Okay.

I'm going to Madeleine's
for dinner.

I see.

What if I don't think
that's a good idea?

Well, I'm not
really interested

in whether or not you think
it's a good idea.

We've been on
the opposite side of what
a good idea is lately.

You have free will,
so do I.

You do what you're gonna do.
I'm gonna do
what I want to do.

You're not
doing anything, Mother.

Not about her.

Promise me.

I promise that I will
always protect you.
I have no choice.

Well, I don't need
any protection from her.

Well, I guess you know
what you need.

Mother...
Yes?

Let me be really clear.

Okay.

I am going to have dinner
with Madeleine,

and I'm going to
take care of the car.

And you need to accept me
as being in charge of
my own life now,

because I know we made
this arrangement, but...

Ah.

Just please let me
make decisions

and do what I need
to do, okay?

See you later. Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

Hi.

Oh, my God.
I shouldn't have worn this.
I'm so sorry.

Come in. I'll change.
No, no, no, don't change.

You look
wonderful, Madeleine.

You just shocked me
for a moment.

Are you sure?
Mmm-hmm.

I just...
I tried it on this afternoon,
and it felt like second skin.

I really forgot
I was wearing it.

It was stupid of me.

No, it wasn't
stupid at all.

I gave them to you to wear,
and I'm just so pleased
you like them.

Here, I got these
for you.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?
Yeah.

Dinner's ready.
I made coq au vin,

which sounds fancy,
but it's just
chicken and wine in a pot.

Well, it sounds lovely.

Come in.

This is my place.

Mmm, this was delicious.
Thank you.

It's nice to cook.
I feel like I don't
do it very often

because Sam's always
gone so much.

It seems silly to go
through all the trouble
just for one person.

How is Sam?
He's fine.

He's almost done
with the deal he's got
going on in Seattle.

Hopefully, things will
settle down after that.

And did you ever
get to talk to him about
how you were feeling?

No, I...
I think I was just having
a bad day that day.

We all have bad days
when we wonder
what's real and not real.

Do you have days
like that?
Mmm.

Yes, I think
it's the nature
of relationships.

They shift constantly.

They change shape,
sometimes even
minute to minute.

(SIGHS)

It's hard to know
what's real
in any moment,

unless it's
right in front of you
and you're experiencing it.

I just think you should
have that little talk
with Sam.

(STAMMERS)
Wanna make a cake?

(CHUCKLES)

And then we can,
like, watch a movie,

and eat cake?

I'd love to.

Okay.

(DOG BARKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SWITCHES LIGHT ON)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Alex?

(PANTING)

Hey, Maggie.

What are you
doing here?

It's just me.
Is anyone inside?

No.

What happened to you?

May I come in?

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

I'm not trying to bogart
the cake making.

It's just
all happening here
in this bowl.

No, I'm having fun
watching you.

Okay, that doesn't
sound creepy.

Hey, will you get
the milk out?

One cup coming up.

That rhymes.

Oh, I'm a poet.

Okay, pour it in,
and I'll start
the mixer when you do.

Here it comes.

(MIXER WHIRRING)
It's mixing now.

We can bake it now.

(GASPS SOFTLY)
What's wrong?

Norman, what?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I have to go, okay?
This is this isn't good.

Norman, it's my fault.
I'm sorry.
(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOOR OPENS)

NORMAN: Mother!

I need to talk
to you right now.

(PANTING)

Stop playing games!

(PANTING)

Mother?

(CONTINUES PANTING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)