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NARRATOR: Previously
on Bates Motel...

(SOBS) Your mom, she died.
Two years ago, right after we left.

Why didn't you call and
tell me that Mom died?

NORMAN: I couldn't
bring myself

to tell you the horrible
truth, which is that...

She committed suicide.

No, that is not what happened. I
know her, and she wouldn't do that.

Hey, Sheriff.

I'm coming 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.

NORMAN: What sort of a person
runs away from their sick child?

DYLAN: 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?

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

I'd like to report a murder.

My name is Norman Bates,
and I killed Sam Loomis.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(BREATH TREMBLING)

SHERIFF GREENE: (ECHOING)
Norman.

Norman?

I'm gonna need you to talk
to me about the call you made.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Can you open your eyes?

Can you look at me?

(GASPS)

I want my meds. 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.

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.

Norman. Norman ! Sir,
I need you to sit down.

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 tell me that
you understand what I'm saying.

You have to let me help you,
okay? Please let me help you.

Gotta go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON POLICE RADIO)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

So, after you placed the body in the
trunk, how many miles did you drive?

I think it was about
five miles, maybe more.

How long did the drive
take you?

Possibly 15 minutes?

Can you show me again
where the well is?

The well?

Uh...

Last time,
you pointed here.

I'm sorry, Sheriff, but I just
was not exactly myself that night.

Okay.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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 ID, but we're working on it.

Or maybe you could
just tell me who she is.

(SOFTLY) I don't know.

Could you speak up? I want
the recording to hear you.

I don't know.

Did you kill them, Norman?

It's possible.

"It's possible"?

NORMAN: There's just a lot
that I don't know, Sheriff,

a lot that I try
really 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.

I'm not.

SHERIFF GREENE: 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 starting to think that
maybe calling in all my cops,

and searching your motel,
your house, questioning you now,

is just giving you
exactly what you want,

attention.

(SHAKILY) Sheriff,
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 killed Sam Loomis,

and I watched
his eyes go blank.

I did. Me. Norman.

I did that. That is one thing
that I know for sure.

Why did you kill him?

I don't know.

(UNLATCHING)

Here are your meds.

Thank you.

(DOOR LATCHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(WHISPERS)
What did you do?

(GRUNTS)

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!

(CHOKING, COUGHING)

Oh, my God.

(EXHALES)

It's okay. (SIGHS)
It's okay. (PANTING)

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.

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 cruel and undeserving
of your kind soul.

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.

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.

Hmm, you're right.

I can't.
Not with you here.

Forgive me.

(CLANGING)

Okay. All right.

(WHISPERING) Okay.

All right. All right.

Okay. Now,
I'm gonna wake you up

when things are
safe again, okay?

Rest up.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

DYLAN: Thanks for meeting me
so early.

It's fine. I don't mind
multitasking. How'd you find me?

An old friend, Remo,
gave me your card.

Told me if I've 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 kind. He's a good person.

All right? He just... He has
another side to him, you know.

I don't know
what you'd call it.

Maybe multiple personalities,
or something.

But 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, uh...

My mother-in-law came
and stayed at the motel,

and we haven't
seen her since.

I mean, you know, she was
never a good mother, so, it's...

I mean, it's possible
that 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'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?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Just checking.

Listen, I don't know if he
did what he confessed to.

All right? I just know that he
needs to be in a mental facility.

It's what he's always
needed, you know?

He's crazy. He's not a bad
person, he's not a criminal.

He's crazy.

(DOOR UNLATCHING AND OPENING)

(DOOR LOCKING)

How you feeling, Norman?

Peachy keen.
Thanks for asking.

Glad to hear it.

What happened there?

(STAMMERS) 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.

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?

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

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.

...will be provided for you.
He can be a real asshole.

Where's your proof?
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 UNLATCHING, CREAKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

No, no, Norman.

Deary, deary me.

OFFICER: 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 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?

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 not...

(EXCLAIMS)

You say you're in business
with the owner?

Yes.

(SIGHS) Norman.

I'm bringing these animals
to taxidermy.

So, is this a murder
investigation, then?

I'm not allowed to
disclose that information.

You not...

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.

(GRUNTS)
(DOOR CLOSES)

Damn.

(ENGINE STARTING)

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.

You two seem
pretty familiar.

I'm this building's
least favorite nuisance.

Julia Ramos. Your
brother hired me on retainer.

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.

But if there is a body?

Well, then you'll need to explain why
you lied about murdering that body.

And why would someone
lie about something like that?

Someone else would have
to have killed Sam Loomis.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Dylan?

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?

(INHALES) That's why I called, actually.
I just checked into the King's 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 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.

I had to hire him a lawyer,
and she wasn't cheap,

so, I'll figure something
out. Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I get it.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Dylan, I'm worried about you.

Don't be. I'm fine.

Look, I gotta go, but give
Katie a kiss for me, okay?

Okay.

All right. Love you.

Playing a little 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
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 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.

And 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 on off together.

But then Madeleine came back

later that night,

distraught, shaking,

she seemed in shock.

She was terrified.
(STAMMERS)

She said that she thought
her life was over,

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 well.

And she just
sobbed in my arms,

and then she kissed me.

Uh...

I mean, what I felt for
Madeleine was probably

a form of delusion.

It was madness, you know?

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 that is why I decided
to take the blame.

Looking back, I...

(BREATHES DEEPLY) With
the benefit of hindsight, I guess

I fear I may have been
an easy target for her.

My mother did always say that I
was too naive about beautiful women.

And my mother
was always right.

SHERIFF GREENE: 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?

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.

(MUTTERS)

I wish I had more
conclusive information...

(SOBS)

But I felt an obligation
to tell you what I know.

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 CHATTER ON TV)

MAN: (ON TV) So,
Dr. Stein, are you suggesting

the reason for the change
in the CO2 levels

on and around planet Earth now
are because of what?

Overpopulation?

(CHATTER CONTINUES ON TV)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I have news.

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.

(DOOR CLOSING)

SAM LOOMIS: 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...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sorry to disturb you
so late.

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.

Are you sure?

Yeah.
Dental records confirmed.

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.

(SIGHS)

Good night, Sheriff.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Just be patient, Norman.

If this goes well,
in the morning,

you can come back,
keep me company.

I don't mind admitting
that I miss you.

(RUSTLING)

(NORMAN MURMURING
INDISTINCTLY)

NORMAN: You need any help
with the dishes, Mother?

Well, I guess it's
just us for dinner.

She got hurt so many times, I
don't mind seeing her in pain.

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

It's harder on her.

She used to love
to be around people,

but she got hurt
so many times.

I don't miss
seeing her in pain.

This is what's best for us.
So, I manage.

Hands up, hands up.
Get them up! Up!

CHICK: (ON 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?

NORMAN: Well, I worried
about that, but everything's been...

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 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 doing 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.

(STUTTERS)
So, I'm gathering

that it was probably very
hard for you to get here,

and that you're feeling a little
miffed that Norman's not home.

Where is he?

So, my sources tell me that

last night,
he confessed to murder.

He's in jail.

So, what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm dancing with newborn
angels, trying to catch a muse.

Why don't you say it
like a normal person?

I'm writing a book!

About what?

(SCOFFS)

Look, I know.
It sounds bad!

I wrestled with my own
feelings of exploitation,

but after I got to know them,

Norman and Norma, and this
beautiful, haunted old house,

I felt an obligation

to... (STAMMERING) 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?

Because I wanted
to feel what she felt.

What are you talking about?

To be adored like a queen.

He built this place for her.

Like a mausoleum.

What the hell
are you talking about?

He dug her up.

He dug her up.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

Must have had
the foresight to move her

before the cops came
and searched the house.

Looking at you
standing there,

the sheriff who's
escaped from prison

on a mission to avenge
the woman he loves

from her murderous
and sick son.

It's, like...
It's, like, too much, man.

You guys are perfectly
worthy adversaries.

Perfect.

(CHUCKLES)

The artificiality of scripted drama
doesn't hold a candle to true crime.

Utter surprise, without...

"More surprise

"than the brain would
allow you to imagine."

(GUNSHOT)

(TYPEWRITER DINGS)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO
CHATTER)

(DOG BARKING)

MAN: Come on, boy,
come on. (WHINING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR UNLATCHING)

I told you I'd take
care of it, Norman.

Good 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 LOCKING)

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