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Bradley, we need to talk.

You and I,
we're together, right?

Norman, I don't
feel that way about you.

He came at me
with a meat tenderizer.

You're making
this up, right?

Can I help you?
Jake Abernathy.

You know where I can
find Keith Summers?

He's actually dead.

Where is it?
Where is what?

I'm not some moron
like Keith Summers.

He was the bottom rung.
I'm on the top.

Here's your money back.
I want you out of my motel!

You want to play,
we'll play.

Shit.
I wonder who died.

I was changing
to go out to dinner,

walked in my room, I opened the
door, turned on the light.

Just, there it was
in my bed.

God, the image.

Oh, the smell is
nevergonnaleave my brain.

Do you have any idea
who might have done it?

I have a pretty good idea
who might have done this.

It was that man,
Jake Abernathy,

who stayed at the motel.

What makes you say that?

'Cause he was asking
all sorts of weird questions

about Shelby,
about Keith Summers.

Like what? Like... Like
how well I knew them.

Like what I knew about
what happened to them.

He was asking me
if I had something,

something that he
was looking for that

he was supposed
to get from Shelby.

What was that?

I don't know.
I thought he was crazy!

Like, why do crazy people
keep gravitating towards me?

You get this guy's information
when he checked in?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
It's down in the office.

We can go get it.

This is so stupid. Perfectly good mattress.
Setting fire to 600 bucks.

Would you want to sleep on a
mattress a dead body had been on?

That's what Lysol's for.

What do you think
they do in hospitals?

Do you think they burn the
mattress every time somebody dies?

Just cut her some slack.
It was pretty horrible.

Yeah, it was.

And that's why she'll make
a meal out of it for a year.

You know I can
hear you, right?

And I'm not making
a meal out of it.

It was completely horrific.

Do you smell that?

Excuse me. You can't smoke
pot on my motel porch, okay?

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not even
close to kidding.

You know
where you live, right?

What the local economy
is around here?

No one cares.
I care.

Okay? I care.
Mom, it's okay.

No, it's not okay. This
is not happening here.

Lady, I get that you're
upset 'cause someone died.

Give me that!

RA'UFI Whoa! Whoa!

You, what's your name?

Ra'uf.

Ra'uf?

Ra'uf, I had an idea when I moved
here of how life was gonna be.

Oh, okay, sure, while life
can be disappointing,

no one prepared me for the colossal
fricking face-dive off a cliff

that living in this
crazy-ass town really is.

However, my idea of what happens on my
property is still under my control,

and it does not include
people in torn jeans

with tie-dyed clothing
and dirty hair

hanging out on my new
furniture smoking a doobie.

So take that as the law
around here because

there doesn't seem to be
much of one otherwise, okay?

All right.
Okay, just chill.

Chill your own ass.

Dylan,
get over here!

I mean, what kind of people are
these that you brought here?

They're workers.

Doing what?

Just processing stuff.

Processing what stuff?

Stuff.

I hate this place!
I hate it! I hate it.

Coming here was
the worst mistake.

A horrible mistake.
This town is a nightmare.

I can't wait to get
the hell out.

It can't happen soon enough.

Mother,
what does that mean?

We're moving!

What are you doing
here so early?

Oh, hey, I just came in a bit
before school to work on this.

I know how you wanted
it all organized.

It's just taking a bit
longer than I'd hoped.

The guy who owned
this place before you

was not much
of a file keeper.

Ugh, just throw
it all away.

Didn't you want me
to organize it?

Not anymore.

Just keep anything that relates to the
original deeds and the sale of the land.

Everything else,
just trash it.

Is everything
all right?

Everything's fine.

I have some
errands to run.

Oh, and these people that
are staying at the motel,

under no circumstances
are any of the guests

allowed to smoke pot
in or around the motel.

If they do, you have to go out
there and bust it up immediately.

Bust it up?

That's right.
Make them stop.

What if they
don't want to?

Well, you have to find an
authoritative voice with them.

See you in a bit.

Hi. I've got a delivery
for a Norma Bates.

Thank you.

Ah.

Those are beautiful.

What is it?

Throw these in the garbage.

I have to go somewhere.
Lock the door when you leave.

Yeah.

Sheriff's office.

Sheriff Romero, please.
This is Norma Bates calling.

He's not here right now.

He won't be back for a few hours.

Could you tell him to call me, please?
Right away.

And what is it regarding?

Tell me him that
someone sent flowers to me.

The card says,
"See you soon."

I mean, I'm sure that
it's Jake Abernathy.

He's got to do
something about this.

About the flowers?

Just tell him
to call me!

I'll give him the message.

Dylan. Hey.

Hey.
Nice truck.

Yeah, I got it from my job.
I figured.

Yeah.

I wanted to
ask you something.

Sure.

Did you know my dad has an
office over at Gil's place?

No. No, I didn't.

Well, I was wondering if you
could do me a really big favor

and get me inside.

I just want to get
some of his stuff.

I know I barely know you
and it's a lot to ask,

but somehow it seemed like it
would be okay to ask you anyway.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll check it out.

I really appreciate it.

Well, I got to go play
high school now.

Yeah, you do that.

See you.

You have to get your
clients to see the inside.

The layout is phenomenal.

Well, they can redo...

Hey, Jason,
I've got a client here.

Can I call you
back later? Thanks.

Norma Bates. How's the
motel business going?

Motel business sucks, Matt.

Is there a problem?

When I bought
the property,

you never told me there was
gonna be a new bypass road

that takes
all the traffic

away from my property
and destroys my business.

At the time,
it wasn't official.

It was being proposed.

Lots of
things are proposed.

Matt, listen to me, you
want to spend the next year

squaring off against me
in court?

Ideally, no.

Then get me
my money back.

I want the motel and the house
on the market as of today,

and I want an open house on Sunday.
Can you do that?

All right. Okay, yes.
I'll relist it.

Thank you.

Oh, and no sign
out in the front.

I still need to earn a
living until it gets sold.

Of course.

Norman?

That short story you turned in...
It's incredible.

It is?
It is.

You should be really proud.

In fact, I have a friend who has
a small literary publication,

and I'd like to
send it to him.

I think you might be
able to get it published.

Really?

Yeah, I mean, you need
to do a little work on it,

a little editing
and clean-up.

Sure.
I can help you.

Do you want to come by
tomorrow after school?

Okay.
Okay, good.

Ah, and I was reviewing
your quarter grades.

Straight As.

I'm really proud of you.

I think this school's
gonna be good for you.

Norman?

Yeah.

Lock and bolt
the front door!

Welcome to
my world, Juno.

We have to keep
everything battened down

until they find
that crazy guy.

Did you...

How do you
like her, Mom?

Well, let's see.

Yeah.

Yeah, look at that.

I had a really
good day at school.

I'm glad, honey.
What happened?

Miss Watson said that my, uh,
my quarter grades are 4.0.

Norman. Norman,
that's wonderful.

I'm so proud of you. I really
like this school, Mom.

I know.

I know, but it's you getting the grades.
It's not the school.

Whoa.

What the hell is that?

Juno.

She's the dog
that got hit out front.

That's just weird, dude.

Close the door.

Has Mom said anything
else to you about moving?

No, but I've been
at work all day.

Did you have a dream you
were drowning someone?

Yeah. No, it says here
drowning in a dream

can mean you're feeling
overwhelmed in your life.

That makes sense.

Yeah.

Just curious, who were you
drowning in the dream?

Someone from school.

Yeah, I figured.

But who was it?

It's stupid.

No, it's totally stupid.

But who was it?

Bradley.

It's just a dream, Dylan.

You wouldn't actually want to
hurt anybody, though, would you?

Of course
I wouldn't want to.

I've never wanted
to hurt anyone,

except you
once in a while.

Good night, Norman.

We got two more truckloads
coming in from the north field,

and that'll be it.

Hey, Gil, can I ask you something?
Sure.

Did Jerry Martin
have an office here?

What, I haven't promoted you fast enough?
You want an office now too?

No. No,
I was just curious.

I'm not feeling too friendly
towards Jerry Martin.

His little shenanigans
cost me over 100 grand

of lost product
in that warehouse fire.

He's lucky I didn't get his
family to cover my losses.

Yeah, no, I get it.

You want his office,
take it.

Just throw
all his shit out.

Yeah.

Excuse me.
I'm from the motel.

I'm kind of
busy right now.

Could you open
the door, please?

Hey, what's up?

It smells like someone
is smoking weed,

and no one is supposed to
be doing that at the motel.

Well, it's not me.

I can see smoke
behind your back,

so unless you're on fire,

I think you are
smoking something.

You want some?

No, I don't want some.
You want me to blow up?

Oh, you won't blow up.

I've seen smokers with O2
tanks in Vegas, you know,

playing the
slot machines.

Yeah, that's not
really the point.

Okay, well,
if you can't smoke,

I've got these killer
weed cupcakes.

Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Just put the joint out, or
I'm gonna lose my job, okay?

Okay-

Thanks.
I appreciate it.

So this sentence here.

"He felt like he was choking
inside on some black smoke."

That, I love.
I love that image,

but I think it would be
better if you just moved it

to the end
of the paragraph.

Yeah.
See?

It just has
more impact.

Yeah, I see that.
Yeah.

How did you ever come
up with this idea, hmm?

A man who's on fire
on the inside.

I don't know.

No, I honestly don't know.

I just figured it would
make an interesting story.

You know, how do you deal
with daily life when you're

burning up and nothing
will put it out?

I think you're an
old soul, Norman.

I just feel like you understand things
that are way beyond your years,

things about
how hard life can be,

about how we're not really
meant to be happy.

Miss Watson,
are you okay?

Hmm? Yeah.
I am. Of course.

I'm just a sap
for good writing.

Anyway, you should,
um, you should probably

make sure that this
is okay with your mom

if it should be
published.

You know, being as
you're a minor and all.

Yeah, I'll tell her. Okay.

Where are you
guys working?

Gil's dry dock.
Want some veggies?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Did you get
my message?

Something about
flowers.

Yeah, I saved the card.
Here it is.

How do you know
he sent this?

Well, who else
would it be?

I don't know. I don't know
anything about your personal life.

This doesn't have anything to do with
my personal life. This could be a clue.

And I'm pretty sure that I saw
him driving by earlier today.

I'll look into the florist.

I don't think
it'll lead anywhere.

Why not? 'Cause Jake
Abernathy doesn't exist.

All the information he gave you
when he registered is made up.

And if this was him,

I doubt he left any traceable
information at the florist. So...

I'd like to dust his motel room for
fingerprints if you'll let me in.

Well, yeah,
that would be fine,

but I already
cleaned the room

from top to bottom
after the creep left.

And now there's a couple of
stoners sleeping in there.

God knows what
they tracked in with them.

It's sort of funny that you
went into the service industry.

You don't seem very keen
on serving anybody.

I'm as keen
as I need to be.

So what are you gonna
do now about Abernathy?

Nothing.

Nothing? You're a sheriff.
Law enforcement.

You have ways of
finding things out,

like, things you do.
Official things.

Not unless
we have a lead.

Do you have
anything else?

I mean, besides the florist
card that says, "See you soon".

Do you have a license
plate or any names

that he might
have mentioned

or a location
he might be going?

Do you?

No.

All right.

I'm gonna have your house
patrolled on the half hour.

Let me know
if anything else happens.

Oh, like what? Like he digs
up a couple more dead people

and puts them
in my bed?

Yeah, like that.
Night, Norma.

Hey-

Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.

So when can you sneak me
into my dad's office?

You know, I was
just thinking that, um,

maybe it's easier
for me to just go in and...

And pack up and bring
the boxes to you.

Okay-

Okay, yeah.

You know, I don't think it's a
good idea for you to be in there.

Gil seems pretty upset with how
things ended up with your dad.

Did he explain why?

He didn't offer,
and I didn't ask.

I just really wanted to see
my dad's office again.

The way he set it up,
the way he left everything.

My mom was so freaked out
about the way he died,

she took all his things
and threw them away.

Everything he had. It's like, it's
like he never even lived there.

Like he's completely gone.

And I just miss him.

I just wanted to try to be
with him again,

even if it was
for a few minutes,

even if it was just
with his stuff.

All right.

All right what?

I'll get you in there.

You sure?

No, but I'm gonna
do it anyways.

Thank you.

Hello, Bates Motel. This is Emma.
How may I help you?

Yeah, hi.
I'm looking for Dave.

Um, I think you have
the wrong number. Sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Okay, bye.

Mmm.

Mmm.

What, Mother?

I found a beautiful,
little cottage in Hawaii.

It's not on the beach,
those are a fortune.

But it's up
in the mountains,

and it's actually affordable

if we get our money
out of this place.

Mom, we can't move.

Norman, I know you don't want to
move, but how can we stay here?

Besides, Oahu is one of the top
ten safest places to live.

You can't be serious.

I'm totally serious. It's especially
safe because it's an island.

I'm not talking
about it being safe.

We can't move.

I won't do it.

You can't make me.

Actually, yes, I can.
And we are,

as soon as we
sell this place.

We're having an open house
this weekend.

You didn't listen to me.
I won't do it.

Okay, this is just another one of
your stupid "starting over" ideas.

I've been through enough of them.
I like it here.

We can get jobs in the hotel industry.
We have experience now.

We've been open three days.

So they don't
have to know that.

Oh, here we go again!

That is totally unfair.

No matter where we go, things
will always be the same.

'Cause you do things that don't make sense!
You! You're crazy!

I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't mean that.

I think there might be video
monitoring equipment in the office.

What? Did you
see something?

No, I just felt like
I was being watched.

It was really
creeping me out.

Well, do you know
who was watching you?

I don't know.
I just felt like it.

Well, who do you think it was?
I don't know.

I got so nervous
down there,

I wanted to come up
and see you guys.

Then I started walking
up the stairs.

Have you ever thought about
how long those stairs are?

I just kept climbing
and climbing.

Oh, my God.
Are you high?

It was like more steps
just kept appearing

like it was an escalator
that you climb. Hi.

One more step just kept
coming out of nowhere

like I was in space
or something.

You smoke pot
with your condition?

No. I ate it.

It was in a cupcake. One of the
motel guests gave it to me.

You know, I've heard it's fun,
but I'm not having any fun yet.

When does
the fun start?

You're having
a bad reaction.

Norman, go make some toast
and get some orange juice.

I can't send her home
like this. Poor thing.

Mother, I'm sorry.
I don't think you're crazy.

Get the toast.

Drop. I got you.

Thank you
for doing this.

Yeah.

You can't ever tell anybody about this.
You know that.

I promise.
Let's go.

Hey, come on. Stop shooting! It's me!
It's Dylan Massett!

It's me! It's Dylan!

Do you hear me?

Step out, dumb ass.

Remo?

Put the gun down.

Yeah, okay.

Who's the other person
back there with you?

Have them step up.

Oh.

You got to be
kidding me.

Hey, Remo, look, could
you put the gun down?

Aren't you
Jerry Martin's kid?

Yeah.

Uh, Brittany?

Bradley.

Are you insane?

Look, I only
brought her here,

so she can get
some of her dad's stuff.

All right?
Gil wouldn't let her.

Yeah, you think
I don't know that?

You think I don't know how Gil feels
about Jerry Martin, dumb ass?

You got any idea
what kind of a position

you put me in
bringing her down here?

We'll be in and out
in ten minutes.

What are you
waiting for?

Come on. Let's go.

I'm really sorry.

Everything is just
how he left it.

I didn't think
it would hit me like this.

You want a minute?
No.

I like
having you here.

He had this old, beautiful,
gold pocket watch.

And when I was little, we would
wind it up together and...

And he showed me
how to pop it open.

And it's just the one thing
that I really want to find.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
I have to leave.

Hey-

You Okay?

They're from a woman.

B. "All my love, B."
Who's B?

Why would he do this?

People are complicated.

Okay? He's still your dad.

He still loved you.

I know that he had to love you.
Because who wouldn't?

Come on.
We need to go.

Come on.

Norman, can I
sleep in here?

I'm still just so scared
to sleep in that room.

Sure. I'll sleep
on the floor.

No, I don't want you to
have to sleep on the floor.

We'll both fit.

Remember when we used to have
sleepovers when you were little,

and we'd watch
movies in my room?

Yeah, I remember.

That always made me
really happy.

I know. Me too.

I'm sorry, Norman,
about the moving.

It's all right, Mother.

I'm sorry I said you were crazy.
You're not crazy.

Let's go to sleep.

Norman.

Are we finishing your story
after school?

I don't think
we should send it in.

Why not?

I don't think my mom would, uh,
would like it being published.

Have you asked her?

Nah, there's no point.
She's not gonna get it.

Well, how are the
therapy appointments going?

I went once.

Sorry about the story.

Norman.

Oh, how should
I say this? Hmm.

I think
you're a good kid,

and I think your talent deserves
to be recognized, so, um...

You don't really
need to tell her.

That doesn't seem right.

I know what
it's like for you.

I have a sense, anyway.

I've had a lot of troubles
in my own life,

so I can see when
things aren't fair.

What I'm saying is that, what is the
likelihood that she'll ever know?

The square footage.
Too much.

Oh, shit.

Matt? It's the
end of the day.

You haven't called.

What are the details
of the open house tomorrow?

I was thinking I could
bake some cookies,

give the place that
fresh-baked smell.

What? Um, there's not
gonna be an open house.

Why not?

Look, Norma,
I looked into it,

and there's no market
for your property.

Not with the new
bypass road going in.

I can't get you
your money back.

Well, how much
can you sell it for?

I mean, it has a value.
What's its value?

Maybe half what
you paid for it.

You're underwater. The best thing
you can do is to just walk away.

Let the bank
take it back.

You want me to walk away
from my investment?

I'm not gonna do that.
I can't do that!

I don't know
what else to tell you.

Are you kidding me?
I will sue you!

You can, um, but
I'm 30,000 dollars in debt.

I live with my girlfriend, and my mom
owns my car, so I don't think...

Oh, God, okay! Oh!

Did you get the present
I left on your bed?

Yeah, I'm done
being polite.

I see it doesn't
work with you.

Now, I'm gonna take my
hand away from your mouth.

And you're not gonna scream,
or you're gonna be dead.

Nod if you understand. Mmm-hmm.

Good. I'm not kidding.

Zack Shelby owed me $150,000 from the
sale of the last batch of girls.

With his death,
that money's gone missing.

I was talking to
everyone else involved.

No one else has it,
so that leaves you.

Why do you think
that I...

Just listen.

I know that you have it,

and I need you to bring me
that money tomorrow night.

At the Seacliff Pier
at midnight.

It's okay.

So here's my question.
Can you do that?

Hmm? Can you
bring me my money?

Yes.

You'll be there tomorrow
night with the 150,000?

Yes.

Good girl.

Remember, I know where
you live, you know I do.

If I have to come to your house,
I'll kill your sons first.

And then I'll kill you.

Good night.