All language subtitles for Bates Motel (2013) - S05E08 - The Body (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)_[eng]-eng

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: / 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: / 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)