03x10 - Unconscious

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male narrator: Previously on Bates Motel...

Norman?

Norman: No one will see the car here.

So, yeah, you can sleep at the motel.

We don't have any guests.

Okay, you're an informant. You set us up.

[g*nsh*t]

[both grunting]

You k*lled him.

No, I almost k*lled him. I wanted to.

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

You go ahead, and you give it to them.

I will give you the flash drive, but you have to give me the assurance that you won't bring Norman into this.

You don't get to call the sh*ts anymore, Norma.

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

I turned it over to the DEA.

You did what?

I'm sick of... of trying to make all of this sh*t work.

I'm screwed.

I'm... I'm, like... I'm totally screwed.

How could you do that to me?

I'm gonna leave tomorrow. You want to come with me?

Norma: Norman?

What are you gonna do about that girl in there?

I know what you want to do.

It's not like that, Mother. She's... she's just in trouble.

Come on, let's go to the house.

Of course, Mother.

Where did this come from?

Caleb left it for you.

He didn't say why?

No, he just said, "Give this to Dylan," and I didn't ask him to explain it.

After all that sh*t.

People are generally disappointing, honey.

They can't help it. And you can't let it k*ll you.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm gonna look at this Pineview place today.

What's that?

It's this place that... That can help people with... with mental issues.

Okay.

It's a bit of a drive, so I'm... I'm just gonna get dressed and... and head out.

[dark music]

Babbitt: Okay, okay, quiet down.

We got a big day ahead of us, people.

Everyone clear on your assignments?

[indistinct chatter]

Babbitt: Good.

We're gonna hit Bob Paris at exactly 2130, and, Russell, your team's gonna take Decatur North, here to the Paris residence.

This is the culmination of the entire op.

Bobbitt: Lots of time and money have gone into this, so let's not mess it up.

[eerie music]

[crackling electricity]

[distant bird screech]

[thunder rolling in]

[dreary music]

Will: Em? Emma?

Yeah, I'm in here, Dad.

I just got a call from Portland All Saints Hospital.

It looks like they may have found a set of lungs.

They're just confirming the family are willing to donate them, but in all likelihood they are.

We'll know for sure in the next few hours.

Emma. This is it.

[stumbles] How did I get to the top of the list so fast?

My guess is you're the best match for these lungs.

Come on, you need to get ready in case this happens.

Hey.

Don't worry, okay?

It's gonna be fine.

This is exciting.

I'm gonna go and get my stuff.

Bradley?

[classical music playing]

Ginny: Good morning.

Can I help you?

Hi, yes.

Um, I was wondering if I could get some information about your facility.

Yes, of course. Not a problem.

Just wait one minute, honey.

The patient you're inquiring for, uh, what is his or her diagnosis?

Well, uh, he... uh, well, it's... it's aitnclear.

You know, one of the things I am interested in is getting a full diagnosis.

Mm-hmm.

You know, mental problems are complicated.

Of course you know that.

Yes. Always.

Who's the referring doctor?

Um, I... I just read about your place, and I drove out here myself.

And the patient is your... ?

Is my son.

Mm.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Of course.

I'm just thinking about it, I haven't made any decisions yet, you know.

It's actually very hard to, uh, to actually consider doing this, um...

But how... how often can you visit?

We have very liberal visitation policies.

As you can see, a lot of our guests have plenty of access to their families.

Good, h-he and I are... The patient...

We're very close.

Like I said, in almost all cases, it isn't a problem.

Good.

And, uh...

W-w... What does this olace costs?

We deal directlyit wh your insurance company.

We have case officers who will handle all of that for you.

Uh, insurance, of course, but, um, just, like, what does this place cost a day?

That depends greatly on the specific condition being treated.

Oh, yeah, yeah... but I mean, like, ball park.

There is no one number.

No range of cost?

I mean, I... you are dressed very nicely to sell me on this place, but you... you're, like, not gonna tell me how much it'd cost me?

Our minimum charge is $529 a night.

Vicki: That's room and board.

Treatment costs are all on top of that.

For doctors, tests, and therapies.

For most patients, it ranges from about $20 to $40,000 a month.

The key, like I said, is your insurance.

Vicki: Most carriers can negotiate a significant discount off of those numbers.

But to really answer your question, we'd need to have a doctor.

And a plan of treatment.

[somber music]

Caleb's voice-mail: This is Caleb. Leave a message.

[line beeps]

What the hell, Caleb? Huh?

You... what, you thought it was a good idea to just leave without telling me?

Like... like maybe I wouldn't just, you know, notice or something?

Well, guess what? I noticed.

So go to hell.

[sighs]

[bang]

Will: Yeah, we're ready. We can be there in 90 minutes.

As soon as you made the decision.

Yes, but it's a chance. It's all we've ever wanted.

[poignant music]

Will: I understand.

Yes, I'll make sure she does too.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, bye.

[suspenseful music]

[grunts]

[cell phone vibrating]

[rock music playing]

♪ As if you have a choice ♪

Yeah, hello?

Dylan, it's Will Decody.

Dylan: Will, what's going on?

Have you heard from Emma?

Uh, no, why? What's the matter?

No, it's good news. We just heard.

A set of lungs have become available.

Will: We gotta get down to Portland as soon as possible.

Emma knows this, I've told her, but... she's gone off somewhere.

I think she's worried and scared.

Have you any idea where she'd be?

Did you check the motel?

Yeah, she's not there.

I... I'll try and find her.

Will: Please.

I'm worried if we miss this opportunity, she won't get another chance.

I'll let you know.

[line clicks]

Hi.

Hi.

You're probably wondering why I'm here.

Not so much, no.

Your dad told me.

You need to get down to Portland.

He said you disappeared. He's worried about you.

I know he's in a tough spot, he has to tell me it's the right thing to do because there's no sensible reason to say no to it, I just...

I just don't want to die. It's as simple as that.

Yeah, but it... it isn't... Isn't that the whole point of having the surgery?

No... transplants are not a given.

People reject organs every day.

Lungs are especially tricky.

You know, some person is brain dead on a ventilator and we're all acting like, "Oh, great, just put those lungs into Emma." It doesn't work like that.

What if I'm not a good match?

That's more likely to happen than not.

Then I've wasted this poor dead person's lungs, and whatever little bit of life I have left here on this earth.

Yeah, but, I mean... people do have these surgeries.

You know, they... they survive, they... they do go on to extend their lives.

Yeah, that is true, but... I don't want to spend the rest of my life being poked and prodded and analyzed and evaluated.

Always living with the constant thr*at every day that my body will somehow turn on me and start to reject the lungs.

Now at least... at least this way, I can... I can just live in denial.

It's not imminent.

It's not like I'm up against this question every day.

Will my body not screw me over today, you know?

I just... you know, I want to have some control over my life.

Emma... Emma, come on.

No, don't... I look ridiculous when I cry.

[sniffles]

Look, you're the least ridiculous person that I've ever known.

Y-you... you're wiser than... than most people twice your age, and you're the bravest person that I know.

[poignant music]

You're a freaking warrior.

[laughter]

Um...

What were we talking about?

I have no idea.

Hey, you can, uh, you can always think of me as being the guy who hit on you right before you had a lung transplant.

Are you hitting on me?

Well, if you don't know, then I'm doing a pretty shitty job.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

I guess I'm getting this dumb lung transplant, aren't I?

You have to.

Don't pressure me or anything.

But you do have to.

I know.

[lock turning]

Ah, you're here.

I've been doing some math.

I think I'm about $30,000 with the jewelery.

I can sell, $15,000 in cash.

♪♪

That's where you were?

All this stuff has bought my dad's drug money, so I think it's fair game.

We should leave soon.

I bought us some supplies for the road.

Some clothes and toothpaste.

Yeah, okay.

Can you be ready to go tonight?

Hmm?

Sneak out after your mom's asleep?

[somber music]

Norman, please.

You said yourself you're afraid of your mom, that you want to leave.

You're legally an adult. You can do whatever you want.

Bradley: Please come with me.

I just don't know how I can leave her.

Oh.

Norman. We can do this.

We have money now.

We can do this.

[car approaching]

It's my mom.

I have to go.

I'm leaving after dark.

You know where to find me if you change your mind.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[stirring music]

[door opens]

Hey, Mom.

Hi.

Where have you been?

I was running some errands.

Where were you?

Just down in the office.

And I just ran up the stairs 'cause I just felt like it.

[chuckles]

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Okay, come on.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

I'm worried about you.

I know.

I mean, you know, the black outs are getting worse.

Yeah, but we have it under control, okay?

You know, I don't go to school anymore, I don't drive, it's... I'm really just mostly here.

I know, but I think that you need help.

Help that I cannot give you.

What sort of help? You don't mean like James?

No.

No.

Honey, that was... That was, like, that was stupid. That was... [laughs]

It was just grasping at straws.

I mean real doctors.

I'm not always gonna be in this world, Norman.

Okay, you're gonna out-live me.

Norma: And I want you to be safe.

[poignant music]

Norma: There are things that we can do.

There's, um, there's therapy, there's medications.

You know, I mean, I...

We never really looked into it. It's...

I think it's... it's... it's... It's something that I have been very scared to do, but I am more scared not to.

These places can help us. They'll help.

Places?

It's... it's not like that, Norman.

It's not... it's not what you're thinking.

They're not horrible, these places, they're actually very pretty.

They're very nice.

You've been to one?

That's where I went today.

I'm glad that we had this talk of yours.

I see where we stand.

You've given up on me.

That's not true.

Norman, it's exactly the opposite.

I'm trying to help you.

Norman?

I... I'm not here to apologize.

I did what I felt was the right thing, and it was the right thing, and I stand by it.

Okay, thanks for coming by and telling me that.

I am sorry that I... That I couldn't protect you.

If I could change that, I would, but I can't.

I-it's... it's done, it's in motion.

And I wish it was different.

It's not your fault, Alex.

It's bigger than us.

Norma: It was my fault, anyway. I tried to hide it.

You know... but now it's coming out, and it's just too much to shove away.

Norma: I'm not gonna lie, I'm so scared.

He's my son, and he's broken.

[somber music]

And he is the dearest boy that ever lived, and...

I just can't bear it if Bob Paris has this thing investigated, if they take him away.

If they put him in prison just for defending me.

You know, it will k*ll me.

Norma: But I... you know, in some way, I don't even care anymore.

You know, maybe fate wins here.

We're all doomed in the end, right?

Yeah, maybe.

Probably.

I'm gonna go to the house.

But thank you very much for stopping by.

[exhales]

[stirring music]

man over radio: All units, button up.

We're ten minutes now from the Paris house.

man #2 over radio: Roger that, sir.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[phone beeps]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

It's Alex.

You better throw some sh*t in a bag and get the hell out of there.

The DEA's on their way to your house right now to arrest you.

[dreary music]

I'm assuming you're still there.

I'm here.

You got less than 10 minutes.

Why are you telling me this?

Romero: Because, Bob, you getting arrested is not in my best interest.

Federal Agents! We have a warrant!

[suspenseful music]

[glass shattering]

Go, go, go, go.

House seems clear.

Level clear.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Agent Babbitt, all clear.

Babbitt: Wait a minute, what do you mean, all clear?

Did you... did you clear the perimeter?

Yes, ma'am.

Nobody, no one?

Up and down, no one.

[sighs] Damn it.

[metal door rasps open]

Hello, Bob.

Alex?

You scared the living hell out of me.

No, no... don't, don't, don't.

Don't, I'll put three b*ll*ts in you before you ever get your hands on that p*stol.

Reach for it with just your thumb and forefinger.

Two fingers only, lift it out of your pocket.

Okay, I... I see any other fingers uncurled, Bob, I'm gonna sh**t you. Go on, two fingers.

What you got there? Run money and fake passports?

Pretty much.

How'd you know about this place?

Maybe about three years ago, I ran into Rick Hogshead down at the diner.

We were sh**ting the sh*t, and he told me he sold you his fishing boat.

You know, it was one of those, um... moments where you... you know, you kind of reflect on your life, you know, 'cause I had always loved fishing, but I never could afford a boat like this.

You know, not on a sheriff's salary.

So I, uh, I found myself wondering, why was I the only guy not benefitting from all of the money floating around in this town?

Coming with me?

No, that's not the way it's gonna go.

I thought you were gonna let me leave town.

Look, the... the moment I step off this dock, I'm a new person with a new name, and I have no reason ever, ever, to say anything to anybody about my former life, especially about that wacko Norma Bates and her kid.

The truth is, you're not reliable.

You can change your name, but you can't change who you are.

I guess none of us can change who we are.

I mean, we can pretend to be someone else, someone who's doing things for the right reason.

What... whatever the words are that come out of your mouth, Bob, you still k*lled those two girls.

Tell yourself whatever you need to, Alex.

We both know why you're doing this, and it isn't about those girls.

You know, right now, you are more like your dad than you ever have been.

Bob: This is about you and what you want.

How does that feel?

To have spent your whole life trying to get away from someone you hate, only to turn into them.

[g*nshots]

[choking]

[dramatic music]

Norman? What's going on?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

I am leaving.

You're leaving?

Uh-huh.

Hey... where are you going all by yourself?

Why do you assume that it's all by myself?

Where are you going? Who are you going with?

Will you please just stop talking to me like I'm insane?

Calm down.

Maybe you can get the mental institution on the phone and they can come early.

Norman...

Mother, this may be hard for you to believe, okay, but I don't need you.

In many ways, I just think we've been horrible for each other.

Uh-huh, I... I love you, yes, I will always love you, but if I've become too much of a burden for you, I... I just don't think we're good together.

I don't think that we're healthy.

Okay, I just think it would be for the best that we separate.

Okay, Norman, so we'll separate, but you don't have to leave.

[screams] God, just stop talking to me like that, okay?

There is someone... there's this physical human being that's waiting for me and we're leaving together.

Norman.

Just stop patronizing me!

You're awful!

I'm leaving with Bradley.

Who is Bradley?

What are you talking about?

Mother, there really is something wrong with you.

We talked about it.

Bradley Martin, remember outside the motel?

Or were you just trying to drive me even more insane?

Norman, Bradley Martin is dead.

Norma: She committed su1c1de.

Well then, how do you think she's in the motel?

Huh? She can't be dead.

Well, you knew she was there. You can't deny that.

Okay, I am not letting you leave this house!

[both grunting]

Oh!

[dramatic music]

Norman? Norman, please, stop.

[clunk]

[muttering] I'm sorry...

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[dark music]

[locks clicking]

[phone beeping]

[sniffles]

Dylan, come home as fast as you can.

Norman has completely gone out of his mind.

And I'm just scared of him. I need your help.

Dylan.

Norma.

He's out of his mind.

I just mentioned the institution, he went crazy, he said he was leaving.

I had to stop him.

I knocked him out and locked him up in the basement.

[suspenseful music]

Norman?

[eerie music]

Norman?

He's not down here.

Oh, my God, he got out.

Where did he say he was going?

I... it's insane, Dylan. He said he was leaving with Bradley Martin. She's dead.

He's completely lost touch with reality.

What do we do?

Um... Bradley Martin isn't dead.

What are you talking about?

I mean, it didn't really happen.

What didn't happen?

She... she was in trouble, and so she faked her su1c1de so she could disappear and get off the radar.

Dylan: I drove her to the bus station when she left town.

So Norman could actually be running away with her?

Yeah, I mean, it's possible, but... it... it's also true that he sees sh*t that isn't really there.

Okay, we gotta go find him.

[suspenseful music]

Thanks for coming back for me.

Yeah.

I'm really happy you're coming with me.

[exhales]

So where should we go?

Let's just see how long the car lasts.

Where we end up.

This is the right thing to do, Norman.

I have a really good feeling.

I'm really proud of you for getting out of there.

Huh? For leaving your mom.

[dark music]

I need to talk to Bradley.

No. No, you need to leave.

What?

I'm not leaving until I talk to Bradley.

And then you'll go?

Sure.

Mother would like to talk to you.

What are you talking about?

Pull over.

What? Norman!

[tires screeching]

Did you really think you'd be able to lure Norman away from me with that hot little sex kitten routine of yours?

What are you talking about?

Don't... Bradley, don't try and play me for a fool.

I practically invented this routine.

Norman!

Stop it!

Shut up, you dumb bitch!

Shut up!

[grunting]

What the hell were you thinking?

[grunting]

No one will ever get between me and my son.

[breathing heavily]

Mother, what have you done?

Mother?

What have you done?

[dreary music]

I'm sorry, Bradley.

I'm so sorry she did this to you.

[poignant music]

[creaking]

[stirring music]

[bubbling sounds]

Norman, she was a mess.

I did her a favor. Poor girl was on a death wish.

And more importantly, she was gonna take you away from me, right?

That was the plan?

I could never let that happen.

Norma: You would have d*ed out there in the world.

I would have d*ed.

We belong together.

There's a cord between our hearts.

Do you remember?

Come here, honey.

Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

I will take care of all of this.

Okay, no one will ever know.

It'll be our secret.

But you can't ever tell anyone, okay?

You promise?

I do.

Then we'll always be together.

Hmm, won't that be nice?

Yes, Mother.

[The Ronettes' Be My Baby]

Yes, it will.

♪ The night we met ♪
♪ I knew I needed you so ♪
♪ And if I had the chance ♪
♪ I'd never let you go ♪
♪ So won't you say you love me ♪
♪ I'll make you so proud of me ♪
♪ We'll make 'em turn their heads ♪
♪ Every place we go ♪
♪ So won't you please ♪
♪ Be my be my baby ♪