All language subtitles for Bates Motel (2013) - S03E09 - Crazy (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)_[eng]-eng

NARRATOR: Previously on
Bates Motel...

You're new.
What's your name?

Norman Bates.

Bradley Martin.

(COUGHING)
DYLAN: I wanted to ask you
about Emma.

I have her on a list
for a lung transplant.

How much does it take?
$20,000.

I make this run
every month.

I was trying to give
you guys an opportunity
to make $25,000.

PIERRE: And this guy
Is going back
with the message.

(GUNSHOT)

CALEB: Get down!
Come on.
We gotta get out of here.

She's using you to protect
herself and her family.

NORMA: I told James Finnigan
how your father died.
Your son did it.

You told that person
about that?

I was worried about you,
and he was a doctor.

How could you do that?

Because, Norman,
you have no idea what it's
like to be your mother.

I know what's
best for you, honey.

How to handle things,
you know that's true.

Get away from me.

NORMA: Norman?
You can't run away
from me, Norman.

Don't fall apart, Norman.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Why are you here?

What's happened to you?

Why do you look like this?

Because my life
has been a living hell
since I last saw you.

BRADLEY:
It's taken me a month

to get across country
in this piece of shit.

I don't know what I thought
I was doing running away.

Why did you
come back here?

You try living on your own
without any money,

without any parents.

I don't know why you
and Dylan let me do it.

But this is the one place
that you can't be.

You're dead here.

I don't want to be
dead anymore, Norman.

I want to come home.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Mister Paris.
Norma.

How's the pool coming?

I will give you
the flash drive.

I just wanted you
to know that.

Romero's been
talking to you?

No, but...

What Doctor Finnigan
told you was a lie.

My son had nothing to do
with his father's death.

(SIGHS) I see.

I had a private investigator
do some research.

Interesting case.
It was an accident.

Norman has a
bit of a history, though,
doesn't he?

His girlfriend's father?
Officer Shelby?

That wasn't him.
My mistake.
That was Alex Romero.

Convenient.

I will give you
the flash drive.

I will do
whatever you want,

but you have to give me
the assurance

that you won't bring
Norman into this.

(SIGHS)

You don't get to call
the shots anymore,
Norma.

Bringing me the flash drive
would be in your
best interest, though.

But I think Romero
may beat you to it.

You had him wound
pretty tight around
your finger, didn't you?

But I think
I opened his eyes.

It's kind of funny,
isn't it?

You think
I'm the bad guy,

but I think you may be
much worse than me.

Oh, and don't slip and fall
into your pool.

You might never get out.

CALEB: Hey!

Nice plan
you put together.

Wait, what do you mean?
We're lucky we
got away with our lives.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened.

No, I don't.

You set us up.

Okay? You're an informant.

Playing both sides.
Well, you know what?
They're onto you.

Their plan was to
kill my son to
send you a message.

Did they kill Dylan?
You know what,
you'd be dead if they did.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, thank God
they didn't kill Dylan.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry.

Now, where are my
guns and money?

There are no
guns and money.

For all I know,
you never made it to Canada.

You sold my weapons
to somebody here in the States
and came back here

with that sad sack story.

We're done talking.

You are gonna give me
the 25 grand

you owe me for
doing the job

and you're going to be
grateful that I'm a different
man than I used to be.

Okay? That I'm willing
to just take the money,

and leave and not put
a bullet in your damn skull.

You've got the
gift of wit.

I'll give you that.

That's hard to find
these days.

Okay, so we'll
have a drink

and talk it out and
everything will be fine.

(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

If you ever,
ever go near
my son again

I'll hunt you down
and I will kill you,

if it's the last thing I do.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

What the hell
is this?

Didn't your mom tell you?

She's building a pool.

Maybe she wanted
to surprise you.

This doesn't look
like a pool.

This looks like
a bomb crater.

How was the delivery?

Honestly? It was, um...

Not good.

I'm sorry. That sucks.

Um, anyways, I probably
need to go take a shower.

I've been, I've been stuck
in the truck
for like 72 hours.

I can't tell.
I have tubes in my nose

but have a nice shower.

I'm gonna go home
in a few minutes.

I'll, uh, see you tomorrow?

Okay.

Dylan?

What do you need
the money for?

Is it important?
Can I help?

It is important.

No, I don't think
you can help.

Thanks, Emma.

NORMAN: So, yeah, you can
sleep at the motel.

We don't have any guests.

No one will
see the car here.

BRADLEY: Thank you, Norman.

It'll be nice to get a shower
and sleep in an actual bed.

NORMAN: Just don't let my
mother see you.

She thinks
you're dead.

Why haven't you answered
any of my calls?

Because I don't want to
talk to you, Norma.
Whatever.

You want to act
like a third grade girl
right now, fine.

You know what,
I can't control
the universe.

I just need the stupid
flash drive back.

Come here.

You need to keep your
voice down right now.

Okay, I understand
that you are upset with me,

but all I can tell you
is just try

living in my shoes for a week
and then get back to me.

I don't care about that.
It's not my job to make you
like me tonight.

It's my job to get it back.

Bob wins. I lose.
I don't give a shit.
Just give it to me.

Okay, you talked to Bob?

I just want out of this.

Well, you're out of it.
I'm taking care of it.

What the hell does that mean?
How are you taking care of it?

You don't just get
to "take care of it"
and not tell me

what that means!
I'm the one who
gave it to you!

Well, live and learn, Norma.
Be careful who
you give things to.

And we're done talking
about anything.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(NORMAN SIGHS)

So you're just going to go
and tell your mother
you're alive?

How exactly are you
going to do that?

I don't know.

I can't just show up
on her doorstep.

I think she'll have
a heart attack.

Maybe a note.

Maybe you could do it.

You don't have to
implicate yourself.

You don't have to tell her
your part in it all.

My part in it all?

Yeah, I can totally
keep you out of it.

You have a really
sweet quality, Norman.

You come off as innocent.

I think you could
ease her into it.

Okay.

All right, I'll try.

Good.

(SCOFFS)

You killed him?

No. I didn't kill him.

It's like 50 grand.

I got mad and I lost it.

I almost killed him.
I wanted to.

But I didn't, okay?

And the bad news is,
he's gonna come
looking for me,

or the police will,

so I gotta
get out of here.

Okay, you should clear out
and stay at your
mom's for a while,

at least till we see
how things shake down.

Look, we earned the money.

He screwed us over.

Okay? I had to get it.

All right.

I'm going to clear out.

I'll go stay on that
logging road that runs up
along the ridge.

I'll be there if you need me.
Okay? Nobody's gonna
find me up there.

It's going to be a while
before Chick's up and about,

but whenever he shows up
you just,

you know, tell him I've been
gone for a while.

You don't know where I am.
Yeah, but you are
going to be there, right?

I mean you're not just
going to take off?
No, of course I am.

Come here.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

We are getting rid
of all of this.

Oh, no, we're not.
This is my work.
Okay? It's important!

Norman, do not
fight me on this.
It all has to go.

Why? Why are you
doing this?

Because, Norman, someone
might reopen the case
about Sam's death.

And if we get investigated,

then having a hobby
that involves
cutting up dead things

is going to look
pretty weird.

Oh, because it would
make me look bad?
Sick? Crazy? I see.

Frankly, yes.
Yes, so then all of
these things that I made,

that I love,
that are beautiful,

we're just going to
trash all these because
you're afraid of how I look.

Norman! You don't get it!
I think I do get it!

But do you know who
really doesn't look
so good in all of this?

You, Mother.

Now, don't take this
the wrong way.

Okay?
I will always love you.

You are the first thing
that I think about when I
wake up in the morning

and you are the last thing
that I think about at night.

And I have always taken
your word for it

when you tell me that
I do these things
I can't remember.

But I'm not the one
rummaging around
in the basement.

I'm not the one sleeping
with their therapist.

And you can see
how these things
might get confusing, Mother.

It makes me wonder.

Makes you wonder what?

How do I know it wasn't you
who killed my father?

You're just, you are mad
at me right now

and you are trying
to hurt me.

And I don't care.
I can't care.

Okay? I can't.
So just stay in your room.

I don't want you
leaving this house until
I know that we are safe,

whether you like me or not.

Of course, Mother.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

BRADLEY: There she is.

(SIGHS)

Oh, my God.

(CAR LOCK BEEPS)

She replaced
my dad already?

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Let's come back another time.

What are you doing?
I have to go in there.
I have to see it.

You all right?

It looks different.

Feels like I never
even lived here.

No, no, I'm sure
that's not true.

Look. See?

There you are.

She knew I
hated this photo.

It's typical.

Hmm.

She changed everything.

Where are you going?
Let's just leave. We...

I want to see my room.

(EXHALES)

I really am dead.

(SIGHS)

So much for going home.

(CRIES)

Oh, Sheriff Romero.
Hi.

Special Agent Liz Babbitt.

Hey.

How can I help you?
Please.

I've been appointed
lead investigator
on this case.

We're analyzing the data
on the flash drive.

Yeah, and?

One of the names on the
accounting ledger was
your deceased mother.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Uh, my father, he was the one
who started the pot ring

in the '80s
when he was sheriff.

And as his criminal enterprise
grew he acquired a
number of investors.

Those are the people on
the accounting ledger.

And he added my mother's name
as a cover for when he was
sent to prison.

So he could keep accumulating
his share of the money.

Well, that's kind of odd.

After your father was
convicted you were elected
sheriff of White Pine Bay?

That's right.

Okay.

"Okay," what?

It's just surprising.

I mean, you'd think
the citizens of this town

would want to
distance themselves

from the relation
of a convicted felon.

My father and I are
not the same person

and everybody in this town
knows that.

And we're not close.

I mean I just implicated him
in the commission
of a new crime.

Yeah, I get that you
don't like your dad.

That's not the part
I'm having
trouble understanding.

It's that given the history
of this town,

I find it difficult
that you can claim
to know nothing

about the illicit activities
that have been going on here.

Is there a question there?

Just talking.

You've been
extremely cooperative
and I appreciate that.

Everyone's in the
conference room.

We have a lot to do
in the next 24 hours.

DYLAN: Hello?

Evening, Dylan.

You looking for Emma,
she's upstairs.

Actually, I came to see you.

I wanted to give you this.

(SIGHS)

There's 50 thousand there.

Is it enough to bump Emma
up the transplant list?

I don't know what to say.

Yeah, it's more than enough.

I'll give the rest
back to you.

And I'll pay you back
every cent.

It doesn't matter.
I don't care about that.
Just promise me one thing.

You won't tell Emma
that it came from me.

If that's what you want.

Itis.

I'm going, I'm going to go up
and say hi to her,
if that's okay?

Dylan?

Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
DYLAN:
Emma, you up here?

Emma?

Dylan?

I just wanted to come up
and say hi.

You were sleeping.

Not anymore. I'm sorry.

No. Please.
I'm thrilled to
not be resting.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I bet I look good.

What's wrong?
Did something happen?

Nothing. Nothing.

Just Caleb had to
leave the farm
for a little a while.

Why?

Some business stuff
that he had to take care of.

It's not a big deal.

I just, uh...

I kind of got used to him
being there.

Of course you did.
He's your father.

I've known since last summer.
Norman told me.

Don't be mad.
He was worried for you.

I'm sorry that
you know that.

It, uh...

It took me a long time
to get my head
wrapped around it.

I can't imagine what someone
like you must think.

No.

We come into the world
the way we come
into the world.

It's not our choice

but at least we're here.

Thanks, Emma.

[, uh...

I gotta go.

I'll see you soon.

NORMAN: So, what are you
going to do now?

I have no idea.

I just don't want
to be alone anymore.

I better get back
to my mother.

Why doesn't she
ever want you to
leave the house?

She thinks there's something
wrong with me.

Well, is there something
wrong with you?

Yes.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

You've got to be
kidding me.

My son isn't
going to prison

because some rich,
perverted asshole
killed two women.

He doesn't deserve
to be dragged into this.

And put your damn gun down.
Like you're going to shoot me?

That'll be the day.

I hate you.
Well, I hate you too.
So what?

Where is it? Where's the
stupid piece of computer gear
that's ruining my life?

I turned it over
to the DEA.

You did what?

Yeah.

You know, all of those
people involved,
they're all criminals

and they're gonna
go to prison

and they can go to hell
for all I care,
because I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of trying to
accommodate them and
accommodate everybody.

And I'm sick of trying
to make all of this
shit work. I'm done.

I'm done with them and
I'm done with this town.
I'm done with everything.

How could you
do that to me?

Bob Paris will investigate
my husband's death
just to get me back.

I'm screwed.

I'm totally screwed.

How could you do that to me?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Why'd you lie to me?

I didn't lie to youl!
Oh, come on, you know
your husband didn't...

I didn't!
He didn't die
in an accident!

You know it and I know it!
So tell me the truth. Okay?

For once in your life,
just tell me the truth, Norma.

I did it. I killed him.
No, come on.
Just the truth!

He was abusive
and I killed him.
No, damn it! The truth!

He was hitting me!
I hit him in the head
with a blender!

And I didn't mean to
kill him but I did.

And I dragged his body
into the garage and I made it
look like an accident!

Just stop lying to me!

(SOBBING)

You know the truth!
Don't make me say it!

You! You! You!
I hate you. I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you. I hate...

Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.

Don't you touch me.
Don't touch me.

(SIGHS)

Go to hell,
you sons of bitches!

I will fight your asses
until I'm dead!

(PANTING)

(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)

You all right? You look...
Don't ask.

I won't either.

All right, fair enough.

I just wanted to
leave this for Dylan.

Um, I'm leaving.

I'm worried about
staying here, so...

Okay.

Shouldn't you say
goodbye to him?

Look, Norma, before I go,

I need... I need to
tell you something.

Okay? Something
about Norman.

Norman? But you
don't even know him.

When I was here
last time,

you know, when you
wouldn't talk to me.

I was staying at a
motel near here.

And he found me.

And he came to my room.

And, you know,
he started talking about
how angry he was

about how I'd raped him.

And then,
I started to realize

he thought he was you.

No, there's nothing
wrong with Norman.

There's nothing wrong
with him.

Look, you can see the world
however you want, Norma.

Okay? I know you don't like
looking at the truth.

But the truth is,

Norman is gonna
hurt someone.

I just hope it isn't you.

Goodbye, Norma Louise.

These are mine
but they should
fit you well enough.

Thanks, Norman.

(SIGHS)

I've decided.

I'm gonna leave tomorrow.

Oh.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

You want to come with me?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, no, I can't.

Why? Why can't you leave?

Is it because there's
something wrong with you?

In part, yes.

And my mother
seems upset, so...

What's that?

Just something that
helps me sleep.

(WATER STARTS RUNNING, STOPS)

So what's wrong with you?

Uh, some kind of
neurological disorder.

I just black out sometimes.
You know, I can't
drive or anything.

(CHUCKLES)

Norman,

remember when you came
to my door that night?

And you tried to tell me
you loved me?

And I told you
I didn't feel that way?

I was an idiot.

But I can't tell you
how much I
appreciate that now.

Not that I think
you still love me.

But that you ever did.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

NORMA: Norman?

Norman, please.

I can't. I just...

It's okay, Norman.

It's okay.

I just want to be
close to you.

Norman?

(GROANS)

I can't. I've gotta...

Don't go.

Where are you going?

(PANTING)

What are you so
shocked about?

I saw what you were
about to do in there.

I'm confused.

Norman, don't screw with me.

Okay?

What are you gonna do
about that girl in there?

I know what you
want to do.

No, it's not like that.
It's not like that, Mother.

She's, she's just
in trouble.

That bitch, Bradley Martin,
has always been
a pain in my ass.

I thought she was dead.

No, she faked her suicide.

She just had to get away
from some very bad people.

Norman, listen to me.
We have a lot of trouble
on our plate.

We don't need anything more.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes, Mother. You're right.
I'm so sorry.
I just felt bad for her.

I know, honey. I know.

Your heart is too big.

Come on.
Let's go to the house.

Of course, Mother.