01x06 - The Truth

[bunniefuu]

Look, I know that you have spent your life taking care of other people.

Now I am gonna take care of you, Norma Bates.

Look, I really like your mom.

She's a good woman, and I care for her.

This is all Dylan's fault.

Don't blame him, mom.

He's just worried about me!

No, he's just trying to turn you against me!

No one could do that!

These girls were brought here from China.

Then guys came to the motel to try them out.

So, you know the girl from the manga book, right?

Of course.

[Weakly] Help me.

I found her.

[Whimpering]

She was being held prisoner in Shelby's basement.

I think he was running some kind of Asian sex sl*ve business with Keith Summers.

Sometimes you hear and see things that aren't there.

That's not true.

It's true.

This is the girl. The girl I told you about.

The girl from the basement. Tell her!

Tell her you were locked in that cop's basement.

This is not the man, right?

He is the man.

Mom?

Mom, are you okay?

Mother.

Should we get her some water?

I think we should get her some water.

I've never seen her like this.

Maybe she just needs to calm down a little.

She's pretty calm.

Yeah, I think we should get her some water.

Well, maybe she just needs to absorb the information for a minute.

I can't imagine what a shock.

I mean, a guy you were really into turning out to be a monster like that.

Yeah, it's horrible.

She's been through so much already.

Wait, where'd she go?

Oh, hell.

Mom!

[Engine starts]
Mom, stop it!

Hands off the wheel, Norman!

Mom! Mom!

Stop!

Stop the car!
[Grunts]

Don't do this, mom! This isn't the way to handle it!

Son of a bitch!

Stop the car!

Damn lying dirtbag!

Take your foot off the gas!

You're gonna k*ll us!

Well, I don't care!

Stop the car!

sh*t.

Stop it! Let me go! Stop!

Don't do this, mom! This isn't the way to handle it!

[Squeals]

Oh! Stop! I've gotta talk to him!

[Breathes hard]

[Cries]
I have to talk to him.

You're not gonna just talk to him, mom, let's be honest.

I don't know what I'm gonna do, but he can't get away with it!

He's not going to!

'Cause everybody always gets away with everything!

He's not going to!

It's not fair!

I promise you, mother. We will get him.

He's a bad guy, and we will get him.

We just have to do it the right way.

Okay.

Yeah, we will. You're right.

Okay.

Now go find the damn keys.

[Line ringing]

What is it, Dylan?

Something happened. I need to talk to you.

Ethan was bleeding like hell.

It--it was a-- it was a real mess.

So, I dragged him into the passenger seat and-- and got behind the wheel.

And I drove him to the hospital.

I had to leave him there because the cops showed up.

He was already gone.

I'm sorry.

That's a loss.

Would you recognize this son of a bitch?

Uh... he's dead.

I ran over him.

You k*lled him?

I-I happened to see him as I drove back from the hospital, and I chased him down an alley in Ethan's truck... and I smacked him with it.

I-I know that I should have talked to you first.

And I hope that--that I didn't screw anything up for you or get anyone pissed off at us.

I-I don't know how all the politics work and everything.

It just, um--

I just knew that piece of sh*t k*lled Ethan.

You stepped up.

You handled things in the moment.

That's good work.

That means something to me.

Thanks.

Where's Ethan's truck?

I have it.
[Sniffles]

It's covered in blood.

I'm gonna explain to you how you're gonna dump it.

There's a gap in the fence about 3 miles up the mountain road.

You're gonna drive it through there and into the woods.

No one's gonna look for a truck up there.

You make sure the t*nk's full.

You cover the truck in gasoline, inside and out.

You're gonna burn away all the DNA evidence.

Then you put a rag in the t*nk... you light a match, and you get the hell out of the way.

Soon as you're done admiring your handiwork, we can get the hell out of here.

Gil sent me to pick you up. Let's go.

Oh, yeah. Right.

Let's just go.

So, uh... we gonna be working together?

Yeah. Name's Remo.

So, Remo... how long you been working for Gil?

A lot longer than you.

23 years.

That's a long time, man. You must know everything.

Look, spare me the crap, all right?

I don't need it. Let's just say it out loud--

I'm a lot older than you.

Okay. You're older than me.

A seasoned professional.

Yeah.

No, you're totally seasoned.

Don't mock me, boy.

I'm not mocking you.

Why do you think I'm mocking you?

How old are you anyway?
12?

I'm 21.

21.

20-freaking-1. Unbelievable.

I'm pretty good at this, okay? I helped Ethan a lot.

I pick stuff up fast.

You're not gonna be sorry that I'm working for you.

You're not working for me, d*ck-head.

I'm working for you.

[Knock at door]

[Knock at door]
[Door unlocks]

Oh.

She's completely asleep. I couldn't wake her.

It's okay.

She needs to sleep right now, poor thing.

She has to go to the police with us, whether she wants to or not.

I mean, I feel bad saying that.

I want to respect what she's been through, that she just wants it all to end, but she has to participate.

No one will believe us-- that there was an Asian sex sl*ve ring--without her.

Regardless, we can't go now. I mean, she's not even awake.

Later, then.

I mean, she's been through a lot, you know.

Mm-hmm.

We have to give her some time to recover, and--

We can't.

That guy's gonna realize she's gone, and then what?

He's totally dangerous. He needs to be locked up.

You know, I say we call the FBI right this second.

We're not gonna do that, Emma.

But don't we have to move quickly?

Yes, and-- and we will, honey, we will.

Just not right now.

You know, I think Norman's absolutely right, let cooler heads prevail, you know?

We've been through a lot, all of us.

We're all exhausted, especially that poor girl.

I don't want to traumatize her further.

I'll let her sleep today. I'll go down later and--and--

I'll make a case to her as to why it's the right thing to do to talk to the police, okay?

But later, Emma. Later.

Okay.

You're okay to drive, right?

Should I call your mom and tell her that you're leaving now?

Sure, if you can find her.

Actually, I haven't heard from my mom in eight years.

I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't know that.

I guess taking care of a kid with C.F. isn't the-- the good time it's cracked up to be.

But I have my dad.

I'm sorry.

You deserve better. You deserve so much better.

You're very brave.

Had I been lucky enough to have a daughter, I would have wanted her to be exactly like you.

I just want to do the right thing.

I just want to get Jiao to go to the police.

I know, honey, and I will. I promise.

Tomorrow, yeah? Tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

[Engine starts]

[Car drives away]

That was really good, how you were with her.

There's no way in hell we're going to the police tomorrow... or any day, until we get that belt.

Mom, don't do this. He's dangerous.

I have to get back in that house.

You know, I'll wait till he's asleep, and then I'll find it.

I already looked there.

Well, it's gotta be there. It's gotta be somewhere.

Well, let me go with you. You can sneak me in when he's asleep. I'll help you.

[Sighs]

I'm so sorry I didn't believe you when you told me about the girl.

I should have trusted you.

You mean more to me than anyone in the world.

Is there something wrong with me?

No, honey. No, I just said that.

I didn't believe you, and I had--

I had to give you a reason in the moment.

So there's nothing wrong with you.

Do you promise?

Stop being so dramatic.

We have to--we have to focus on getting that belt back.

The one that Shelby has?

Girl in the basement I told you about?

We found her.

He moved her. Had her hidden on a boat.

She's in the motel.

Does Shelby know she's missing?

No way of knowing. But Emma's hell-bent on taking her to the cops in the morning.

If you turn him in, then he's gonna turn in Norma.

Where's this boat?

Down in the harbor. It belonged to Keith Summers.

And that's where Shelby was hiding her?

Take me to the boat.

Don't go anywhere, don't talk to anybody, and-- and don't do anything until we get back.

We're gonna get that belt.

And you can wipe that lipstick off.

I put down first and last month on a--on a place today.

Beach bungalow. It's--it's frickin' awesome.

So you're really gonna do it? You're really gonna move out?

Already got the keys, yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna do it. And so are you.

Ocean views. Two bedrooms.

Got plenty of money coming in, you know?

Um... no crazy people allowed.

Just, uh-- just live life the way it's meant to be lived, you know?

Just peaceful and easy. Normal.

But what about mom?

You gotta let her go.

She's just gonna bring you down with her.

Turn here. The boat's down there.

This is it.

It's down here.

Where do we look?

Everywhere.

There's a room downstairs.

Let's go.

Norman, how do you think your father d*ed?

You know.

This huge shelf in the garage fell over on him.

[Scoffs]
You really believe that?

Yeah.

Why?

Pretty freak accident.

Hey, do-- you see a screwdriver anywhere?

There are some tools over here.

Thanks.

I think she k*lled him, if you ask me.

No, she wouldn't do that.

Look... you can't see her, okay? You're--you're too close.

She hated him. She was miserable.

It wasn't her fault. He was impossible.

I think she k*lled him, took the insurance money, and got the hell out of there.

No, he was my dad.

She wouldn't have k*lled my own dad.

He was just unhappy! He didn't know how to deal with anything. It wasn't his fault.

You can't keep making excuses for people all the time.

[Screw falls]

It is their fault, okay?

They--they shouldn't act the way they do.

He was a bastard, and she's insane.

Dangerous, even.

You need to see that.

Stick with me, kid.

[Car approaches]

I had to see you. I had to see you.

I know, I know, I know we're not supposed to.

This is a bad idea.

I know--no, it's perfect.

We--we were supposed to be playing it safe.

[Moans] Not tonight. I need you so bad.

Eh, oh, but you know what? I--the boys are gonna be back.

I can't be making out on my front porch.

Well, that's fine. We'll go down to the motel.

Come on.

I'm starting to love that stupid motel.

[Laughs nervously]

Yeah.

What?

What?

What's wrong? Did something happen?

No, nothing happened. Why?

I don't know. I don't know.

Come on. Come on, baby.

You're not gonna turn me away tonight.

No. Okay.

Hmm?

[Murmurs]

Let's go.

Okay.

What if it washes up, like the hand?

It's not a hand.

Okay, it's not decomposing, or gonna get bit off by a fish.

All right? I promise no one's ever gonna see this thing again.

There.

Now she's safe.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

All right, now let's go home and pack up your stuff.

[Bed creaking]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

This is nothing like what we've been doing.

What's wrong?

I, uh--I don't know, uh... um--I get, um--
I'm just--

I'm just worried about Norman.

[Sighs]

[Laughs]

You're entitled to ten minutes off from Norman duty.

I know.
[Chuckles]

I'm sorry.

Can we start again?

Absolutely.

What?
[Pipes rattling]

What is that?

Do you hear that?

Hear what?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.
[Pipes rattling]

Who else is staying here?

Nobody's staying here.

Then there sure as hell should not be water running through these pipes.

Well, this place is 50 years old, Zack.

It's probably some weird plumbing thing.

No.

No, there's somebody here.

[Trigger clicks]

[Door opens]

Police!

Open up!

Oh, you know, I forgot.

One of the painters, he drove up from Sacramento and I told him that he could-- he could stay over.

Why are you lying to me?

I'm not lying, I just forgot.

[Screams]

No!

[g*nsh*t]

[Growls]

Unh!

Bitch!

Ugh!

We found the belt, Norma.

We ditched it in the harbor, so you're home free.

Norman and I are gonna go up to the house and pack up his stuff.

He's leaving with me tonight.

He's not living with you anymore.

Well, I mean, we'll talk about it later.

Shelby's here.

He--he found the girl in the motel room, and she ran off into the woods.

He's there right now chasing after her.

Norman, is what he just said true?

We need to get the hell out of here.

Is what he just said true?

Yeah, I mean, if Shelby's here don't we need to do something?

Answer me.

Why would you do that, Norman?

We need to go, okay? Norman, come on.

Let's get in the truck. Let's go.

I'm not getting in the truck.

Mom, let's get in the truck.

I'm not gonna get in the truck.

I don't care if Shelby comes back and kills me!

Why would you do that?

Please, mother.

Norman, why? Why?

Did you k*ll my father?

No, honey. I didn't.

Let's get in the truck now. We can talk about this later.

Both of you, we need to go.

Hold on.

[Trigger clicks]
That's not gonna happen.

I know who you work for.

Why don't you take your g*n out, right now.

Two fingers on the handle.

Nice and slow.

You step up, set that on the ground.

All right, everybody take a step back.

All right.

Now we're gonna take a little walk up to the house.

Have a little chat.

Let's go.

Let's go!

What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

God, I cannot believe that this is happening.

Zack, it's okay. No one's gonna say anything.

Stop, just--just shut up!

This is all your fault.

I loved your mother, and I would have taken care of her... and you, for the rest of my life.

Everything would have been fine, but no, you had to go and stick your little nose in places that it doesn't belong.

Let me tell you something!

That is not how things work around here, you hear me?

No--Zack.

That is how you get into trouble.

Guess what?

[Whimpering] No, don't.

Now you've gotten in trouble.

Zack, what are you doing?

Zack, just stop.
[Cries]

What are you doing?

This is a nightmare, what you're making me do here, Norma.

Zack, no one is making you do anything.

No one's gonna say a word, I promise. Right?

Isn't that right? Tell him.

Dylan, tell him.

She--she's right, man.

We're cool, man.

God, you're just a lying bitch!

Oh! Unh!

[Echoing, high-pitched ringing]
I loved you!

Then why are you doing this? Nothing's changed!

No, everything has changed, Norma!

No, it hasn't.

Everything!

You lied to me!

I didn't lie to you!

I--it wasn't my fault! I had no idea the girl was--

[indistinct shouting, drowned out by ringing]

How disgusting that is...
[Overlapping chatter echoes]

How much of an animal I am?

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

Oh!

Oh!
[Grunting, struggling]

[Screaming]
Norman!

Norman!

Are you okay?
[Breathing hard]

[g*nsh*t]

Are you okay?

[g*nsh*t]
Aah! Unh! [Grunts]

Norman--
[Breathing hard]

Norman, damn it, wake up.

Oh! Ow, unh.
[Grunts]

Norman!

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Click]

[Whispering]
Honey, you have to wake up!

[Door closes]

Please, Norman, come on. We have to get out of here.

911, what's your emergency?

Somebody's trying to k*ll us.

The Bates Motel, 4019 Highway 88.

Please hurry. Send the police.

Who's trying to k*ll you? Ma'am?

I need you to tell me--

Okay.

Norman.

Mother?

You've gotta walk, okay?
Now.

What?

Stand up. Come on.

Nothing's ever been more important in your entire life.

Come on. Stand up.

Okay, okay.

Now we gotta walk.

Come on, Norman. Go this way, this way.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

What's happened? My head hurts.

I'll tell you as soon as I find my car keys.

Where are we going?

No.
[Breathing hard]

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, I'm an idiot!

Oh, I'm a total idiot!

They're probably in my bedroom. Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Okay, we're gonna walk. Get out of the car, Norman!

[g*nshots]

We're safe.

[Cries]

Your boyfriend, Norma. He was quite the prize.

You need to go to the hospital.

Honestly, I-I was so amped up that it didn't even really hurt until just about now.

What's the matter with him?

He'll be fine.

I called the cops.

Really?

Mm.

God, what are we gonna tell them?

We're gonna tell them the truth, Norma.

I'm done with this.

I'm--I'm done with the craziness and the stories.

I'm gonna tell them everything I know.

You don't know. You don't.

You--you think you do, but you don't know the whole truth.

You don't.

What? What don't--what don't I know?

Let me tell you what happened that night that Sam d*ed.

[TV baseball game noises]
We were fighting...

[TV baseball announcer drones]

How is it, month after month, you spend money we don't have on sh*t we don't need.

Is this for more clothes?

For the woman who has more clothes than a Park Avenue whore?

Yeah, and you know so much about clothes.

Whores, I'll give that to you, but--

What's this $300? You need to refresh your memory.

I bought some curtains.

Oh, good, 'cause it's not like we have curtains.

Oh, wait a minute. What are those things hanging down next to the windows?

They're ugly, is what it is.

Ugly and old and make the house look cheap.

You saying the house looks cheap?

Yes I'm saying the house looks cheap, because it is cheap!

It reeks of cheap! I'm trying to brighten it up.

Well, I'm not paying for it. Take them back.

I'm not taking them back! You can't just take them back!

[Indistinct arguing]

[Blender turns off]
Three nights a week at the Holiday Inn?

Oh, I know, it's not as glamorous as collecting disability, but-- unh!

[Slap]
Oh! Get off of me!

You'll take that back!

[Screams]

Say it!

You will take that back!

[Screams]

Who's gonna pay for food?

Aah!

Who's gonna pay for electricity?

[Screams]

Say you'll take it back!

Let go of me!

Say it!

[Clang]
[Crying]

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!
[Cries]

Norman. Norman, look at me.

Look at me.

[Cries]
Oh, my God.

Oh, jeez.

Norman.

Come on, answer me.

Oh, God.

[Cries]

Oh, God--oh, God.

Okay, come with me.

Norman, sweetheart, why don't you just rest, okay?

You just lie down.
[TV comes on]

Hello there, how have things been?

Oh, I can't complain.

I can. I'm hungry.

Get me a roast beef sandwich, rare, on white toast.

On white bread. We've gone over this.

[TV baseball announcer drones]

Oh!

[Cries]

Where you gonna live?

Albany.

Albany, huh? Got family up there, do you?

No, just my mother.

Mom?

[TV baseball announcer drones]

Dad?
[Pounding at door]

Mom! Mom, open the door!

Mom!

What is it, Norman?

It's dad. He's--hurry!

[Sniffles, cries]

[Cries]

Norman?

Norman.

[Sobs]

Honey... I'm so sorry.

[Whispers] Dad.

Sam's death was an accident. That's what he believes.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

Maybe it was an isolated incident, you know?

All I know is that he's innocent of it.

He doesn't know what he was doing, so he needs to be protected.

[Distant sirens approach]

So you can either get out of my way... or you can help me.

[Siren wails]

[Siren fades off]