Previously on "Bates Motel"...
I am dead. And why am I pretending to be dead?
So I could get away from everyone,
everything that could distract me from you.
Oh, hi.
- Who is she? - Mother, she's married.
You can't have other people in your life,
especially women.
I need a room for a few hours.
- Your name? - David... Davidson.
Do let me know if I can do anything else for you,
Mr. David Davidson.
I was sorry to hear your parole got denied.
Two more years... that's all I care about.
Mother, I have someone else's wallet,
and I don't know how I got it.
Do you ever have the feeling
that you've had the same nightmare
over and over again,
but that you can't remember it?
Turn it off.
Someone's gonna hear you.
Jim?
Y-you there?
Those thunder bumpers have finally left the area.
It is 68 degrees and partly sunny in Bend,
with another chance of rain on Saturday.
This is a weather pattern that is looking to really continue
over the next couple of days.
High pressure building...
Romero.
You've got a visitor.
Hey, Sheriff.
How's life?
Oh, I'm here because you were worried about me.
It was really kind of you to send your friend
to see how I'd been getting along.
But as you can see, I'm quite all right.
You are, huh?
You know something?
Don't think I am unsympathetic to your plight.
I know what it's like to be locked up somewhere
and being watched all the time,
because you put me in such a place... do you remember?
That was your mother's decision.
Uh-uh. Don't lie.
That is a lie. It... it was you.
It was you.
It was your way of trying to get rid of me.
And I'm still alive.
For now.
Great seeing you, Sheriff.
Mm.
I'm coming for you when you least expect it,
so don't get too cozy
up at that house all by yourself.
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What?
Caleb decided to move on.
He said he didn't think it'd be good for him to live here,
even though he'd love to be near us.
Oh, well, at least he left a note this time.
Yeah, I talked to him.
What did you say?
Basically the stuff that we talked about...
how much pressure it would put on your relationship with Katie.
He knows you love him, and he... he gets it, Dylan.
I feel terrible...
And relieved.
And... and I feel terrible that I feel relieved.
- I mean... - Hey, it's not your fault.
You can't fix something that happened
before you were born.
And you've done the best you possibly could with it.
It's...
We're trying to live a life in the sun here.
No secrets.
It's a good path. Let's just try and stay on it.
Okay.
God, I know how hard it is.
I feel the same way about my mom.
I wish Katie could know her and... and Caleb,
but I-I just don't think it's in anyone's best interest.
Katie will be short on grandparents,
but at least she'll live in a honest, open world...
Especially between us.
I hope so.
Norma, are you home?
Hey, Norma?
Norma?
Hey, Norma?
Norma?
- Hey. Watch it. - Or what, bitch?
Norman?
Yes?
If you're Norman, your coffee's sitting here.
- Sorry. Thanks. - No problem.
Norman?
Oh. Oh, Madeleine.
It's, uh, so good to see you.
D-do you get some coffee here, too?
Well, yeah. It...
it's right across the street.
I guess it is.
Hey, I'm sorry you couldn't come
to the meeting, but I can fill you in
on all the ideas that came out of it...
a lot of them about preserving
the architectural history of the village.
Well, I-I love that...
preserving the architectural history
of the village.
Hey, can I be really nosy and pushy for a second?
And if you hate it, you can tell me to stop.
Okay?
Okay.
Can I set you up with someone?
Oh. Uh...
I don't really do that sort of thing, you know.
I get it.
I really do.
You know, the truth is, I just thought it would be fun
for all of us.
Oh. All of us?
Yeah.
I've gotten to know this nice girl, Joanne.
She's helping me with my store Website.
She's single and says she never meets anyone.
She's really cute and nice, and you're really cute and nice.
My husband doesn't know many people here,
and I'm trying to get him to see how cool this place is
and, you know, meet the locals.
I thought it would be a win-win.
And a chance for us to get to know each other better, too.
What do you think?
Well, I think if you're going, then it's different.
You're a bit of a flirt, aren't you?
- Am I? - Yeah. You are.
Hey, babe, what's taking so long?
Yeah, sorry. I just got caught up.
This is Norman Bates.
He owns the Bates Motel right outside the village.
It's nice to meet you.
Uh, what was the name?
Sam Loomis.
Nice to meet you, Sam Loomis.
I'm setting Norman up with Joanne Carlson.
Who's Joanne Carlson?
You know, that woman
who's been totally redesigning our Website?
- Oh, right. - You met her, like, twice.
Sam's head is still in Seattle.
Oh. My business is there.
I'm finishing up some real estate development.
Oh. Sounds exciting, Sam.
See? We're gonna have so much to talk about.
Let's... Why don't we say tonight?
Say, 7:00 at the Temple Street Bar?
I would love to have dinner with you,
meet your friend.
Great. It's a date.
Great.
Bye.
- See you later. - See you.
Hi.
Hey. How do you feel?
Swell.
Do you know your name?
D-do you know yours?
I know that I don't have a concussion.
Alex Romero, inmate number A49452...
cellblock five, cage 63.
I'm serving five years on a trumped-up perjury beef.
What happened?
Did someone find out you're a cop?
Yeah, apparently.
Can't hide the truth forever. Inmates talk.
Found out I was an ex-cop and jumped me.
Uh, maybe I need to talk to my lawyer.
I would.
Le livre est sur la table.
Mother? Who are you talking to?
Hi, Norman. I'm studying French.
The bedroom is blue. La chambre est bleu.
Why?
Oh, I figure just because I'm trapped in this house
doesn't mean my mind has to stagnate.
Red. Rouge.
Rouge.
The cherry is red. La cerise est rouge.
La cerise est rouge.
By the way, where have you been all day?
I was up at 7:00. You were already gone.
Oh, yeah. I just had a few errands to run.
Oh, in fact, I should maybe get back to the office.
Traitor. Traître.
Traître.
The traitor was hung. Le traître a été pend...
What kind of French course is this?
- Where were you really today? - The village.
For six hours?
I went to see Romero in prison.
Why?
To tell him that you know he sent someone
to kill you and you're still alive?
- Basically, yes. - That's kind of dumb.
I mean, wouldn't it be better
to let him think that you're dead
so he leaves you alone?
Mother, he is going to get out someday,
and we have to deal with it.
He thinks that I killed you, remember?
He is crazy, and so I just went to make sure
he was never gonna mess with me ever again.
I can handle him when he gets out.
Are... are you saying you're gonna kill him?
Mother, do you still have feelings for him?
Hello!
Norman?
- It's just Chick. - That guy.
He's so annoying.
I have to hide every time he comes over.
I know, Mother, but he's been nice to me, okay?
He's helped me out with things around the house.
Norman?
Coming!
And besides, okay, it's necessary
to have one friend from the outside.
It makes things look more normal.
You just got to deal with it.
Pretending to be dead isn't as much fun
as I thought it would be.
- Hey. Sorry, Chick. - Yeah.
I just came by to check on you.
Is it a bad time?
Mm. Never mind. It's just an expression.
I'm here. I brought these for you.
They're... they're fresh.
Well, they... they look delicious.
Thank you so much.
Yeah, they're Lady Annes.
I picked them from my neighbor's tree.
Moving out of that place. He can't afford it.
So I thought, "You got to pick
while the picking's good," right?
- That's what you got to do. - Yeah.
Thank you. Thank you, Chick.
- Yeah. - Really.
It's just... that's actually not why I...
why I came.
I wanted to show you something.
Go on. Take a look.
I have a business proposition for you.
Let's go in the basement!
The basement it is!
It's a peregrine.
Fastest-moving creature on record.
Still pretty rare, though.
She's stunning.
So here's what I'm thinking.
I bring you these, uh, specimens...
And you, uh, turn 'em into art.
Then I help you sell 'em.
You really think someone will buy them?
You got quite a talent.
Your technique is superlative.
I know an art dealer in Portland
who specializes in the un-commonalities.
She's showcased some of my work.
Well, it would be nice
for others to appreciate these beautiful animals,
and I could sure use the space.
So we'll... we'll do a 50/50 split.
50/50?
Look, I...
normally, an art dealer gets 50 just for showing the piece.
I'm getting 50 by bringing you the specimens,
by repping you,
plus providing you the art dealer.
The fact of the matter is, is that I...
I'm broke.
Caleb crippled my hands and my body.
I can't work on my own.
I need the money, Norman.
I understand.
How's that freezer working out for you?
It's working much better.
Thanks for fixing it. It's staying cold.
That's good to hear.
A pair of Eurasian jays.
Beautiful.
So we'll give this a go, then?
Partner?
We'll give it a go.
- Hey. - Hey.
Welcome to the Kings Motel.
What brings you to town?
- I'm just visiting my sister. - Of course.
Uh, which credit card will you be using today?
- Uh, cash. - Cash is fine.
All right.
Who's your sister?
Norma Bates.
What?
Um, when was the last time you talked to her?
I don't know. Like, a year and a half ago.
I've been out of the country. Why?
Right, um...
Uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this,
but your sister... she, uh... she passed away.
It was a terrible tragedy.
What are you talking about? No, she didn't.
I was just with her son. He would've said something.
I don't know what to tell you.
Look, she... she died. She committed suicide.
It made the local news.
I'm so sorry you had to hear about it this way.
Ah, Mr. Davidson.
You need a room again for a few hours?
No. I came to see you.
This double date...
I just came by to see...
what kind of a man you are.
I'm not sure we have the same dictionary definition.
I'm not gonna stand here and explain myself to you.
All I can tell you is...
stay out of it.
Well, you're right. It's none of my business.
I barely know you or your wife.
But man-to-man,
Sam, you don't care much for her, do you?
See, the thing is, Norman, I'm a nice guy.
I am, but in spite of that, I'm perfectly willing
to kick your ass across that gravel out there
if you breathe a word about this to my wife.
Do we understand each other?
I think so.
Don't screw with me.
Mother, are you smoking?
I'm dead. It's not like it's gonna kill me.
Don't do that. I'm bored.
- I can smoke if I want to. - No, you can't.
You can't smoke. You're just trying to punish me.
Seriously, Mother, it's childish.
Is this silliness because we were talking about Romero?
No.
What?
Do you still love him?
No.
He sent someone here to kill me.
You remember that, right?
Where are you going?
Business meeting.
You seem really into business meetings lately.
Please don't be childish, Mother. It's boring.
It's important for us to keep a presence in the community.
And I didn't even go to the last one.
- We were busy, as you may recall. - I recall.
I'll be back in a few hours,
and we'll spend some time together.
I promise.
Just don't get yourself in such a state,
listening to this music.
- And don't smoke. - Okay.
I started in the theater department.
I wanted to be a stage actor more than anything,
but I never got cast,
and my dad kept telling me that no one was going to cast me
and I needed another job.
He said that the last thing this world needs
is another actor,
and I was like, "Thanks, asshole."
Parents don't always know.
Mine didn't.
We don't talk anymore. He's a dick.
So, uh, then you decided to go
- into computer programming. - Yeah.
I don't really like it, but I'm kind of good at it, so...
You're amazing at it.
Norman, you should see the Website she's making for us.
Oh. It's easy with you. You're artistic.
Oh, I know she is, just from being in her shop.
Uh... our shop.
Mm.
Yes, of course, Sam. It's just, you're never there.
Well, my business is in Seattle.
It wasn't my idea to move,
but we're getting it figured out.
I know. We will.
Oh! Oh, and we're out.
Oh. Uh, excuse me.
Could we get another bottle of the Château de Maragrite?
You have such a good French accent.
Do you speak French?
Oh, no. Uh, no, my...
I just listen to French movies sometimes.
- With subtitles? - Mm-hmm.
I hate subtitles. I'm like,
"Am I watching this or reading it?" You know?
Yeah, I don't have the patience
to get through most movies.
I guess I'm more of a doer.
What is it you're always doing, Sam?
Real estate.
Sam's working on a couple of houses he's flipping.
Oh, that's right. House flipping.
He made some good money from it,
but he knows the market way better in Seattle
than the market here.
So, as a result, I spend a lot of time
at the hardware store by myself.
- You can handle it. - Yeah, I can.
It's all gonna be good.
My mother used to say that.
She did?
Well, she was right.
I heard about your mother. I'm sorry.
What happened?
She passed away not too long ago.
She killed herself.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Thanks. It's, uh...
It was a while ago.
I'm really glad you came out tonight.
Thank you. I'll, uh... I'll be right back.
Business meeting, huh?
For the love of God, Mother, what are you doing here?
I could just as easily ask you that question.
Mother, I am not the one who's supposed to be dead.
I mean, what if someone saw you in here?
No one did. It's fine.
By the way...
when did you start lying to me?
I'm not lying to you, Mother.
I just got trapped into coming to this dinner.
Okay? Madeleine wanted me to meet her friend.
I've got no interest in her friend,
but I didn't want to be rude.
It just seemed easier to go to the dinner
than insult her.
Well, I'm glad you're thinking of everyone else's feelings.
Mother, you're overreacting, okay?
But right now you need to leave.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go, Mother. Out.
We can't risk you walking back through the restaurant.
- That is ridiculous. - No, Mother.
What's ridiculous is a dead woman
walking through a restaurant where she might be spotted
by any number of people who know her.
I didn't see any people I know.
- I looked. - Mother!
Just go out the window now.
Take the keys.
Get in the back of the car
and lay down so no one can see you.
I will be done with dinner soon. Just wait for me.
Norman, do you still like me?
Yes. Mother, yes. I still like you.
Now go!
Given what happened...
I can go to a circuit judge
and effectively argue that your life
is in jeopardy in here and that it was punitive
to ever put you in a medium-security prison
based on a perjury charge.
I should be able to get you to a work farm.
Okay. Well, I'd like to be moved.
I... Uh...
When I came here, I was so devastated
about losing my wife, I didn't care,
but now it's... I-I need to stay alive and well.
I have a responsibility to...
to take care of the son that she left behind.
So, yeah, I'd... I'd like to be transferred.
I'll file the transfer request.
- Okay. - Until then, just relax.
For God's sake, try not to piss a anybody else off.
- I'll do my best. - All right.
Good-bye.
Thank you.
I'm sorry about that.
It was fun, though. It was good to see you.
Why aren't you starting the car?
It's hard laying down back here.
Mother, get back down, now.
The people I was having dinner with are just a few cars away.
They might see you.
- Bye. - Bye.
She looks like me.
Why are you having dinner with someone who looks like me?
I don't think she looks like you.
She's like me but ten years younger.
Are you gonna be one of those guys?
Mother, it was just a friendly little dinner.
- What are you doing? - I'm going out.
- No, Mother. You can't. - Can't I?
Bourbon, neat.
How's your night going?
Oh, it's going.
I'm just sick of my job.
I hear you.
What do you do?
I'm a caretaker for a mentally ill person.
Wow.
That's a tough gig.
Yeah, you're not kidding.
And I don't... I don't think he likes me that much anymore.
It makes the job a lot harder.
I'm like, "What the hell am I doing this for?"
"Personal satisfaction?"
I spend a lot of time alone
or getting him out of problems he creates...
By not listening to me, you know?
And... and...
I just don't like having to do these things.
It's getting to me.
I need to get out more, see real people.
I'm gonna have to start cutting my hours.
I admire that you do that work.
I'm sure it means a lot to the guy you're taking care of,
even if he can't articulate it.
He can't.
Not lately.
Hit me.
Even though she wasn't there, except in his mind.
She was dead, but what did that matter?
How different is that from any relationship?
How much do we project onto our mates?
And why the hell do we need so much anyways?
Is happiness, in a sense,
all just a creation of the mind?
- Double Scotch. - You got it.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns
in all the world...
Look, don't mess with me.
You don't want to mess with me right now.
That's funny.
You're saying that to somebody
who you beat the crap out of,
left for dead, stole all their money,
and ruined their life.
- That's funny. - Yeah, funny.
You're forgetting about the part
where you almost got me and my son killed.
Dylan. Norma's kid.
Your kid.
Don't you dare talk about her like that,
or I will kill you.
I'm sorry.
We don't have to talk about how you raped your sister.
I don't care if we are in public, okay?
You say her name again like that,
and I will kill you.
I will kill you.
Okay. Good, good.
Holy shit.
You just found out.
Just leave me the hell alone, all right?
- You have no idea about anything. - Wait.
Wait!
She wouldn't kill herself.
I told her.
- You told who? - Norma.
I warned her about her kid.
- What about Norman? - I told her...
he was gonna snap someday.
She didn't listen to me.
Maybe you don't know Norman the way that you think you do.
He's not getting away with it, no.
Norman!
Shit!
Norman!
You're not getting away!
I know what you did!
Norman!
Holy shit.
Well, now you know, Chick.
I'm still alive.
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