Previously on Bates Motel...
The only reason that you are here
is because I don't know how to help you.
Stuffing me in here... I don't forgive you.
I have never been so disappointed in anyone.
Norman.
By the authority vested in me,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Who would do this?
Have you been in therapy before?
How long does this go on for?
Can I just leave?
I'd rather you didn't.
I don't know what happened before.
I just black out.
But I can't do this anymore.
Are you sure we should be cleaning this up?
Maybe we should dust for prints or something.
They wore gloves, Norma. There's no prints.
They? Who's they?
They, he, she, whoever it was.
Well, did they have to break my favorite window?
That's mean. That's personal.
What the hell, Alex? I have been so good. I've totally kept to myself.
All I've been thinking about is Norman and getting him better.
I've been busy marrying you. I haven't had time to piss anyone off.
What if it's Bob Paris again?
No, it's not Bob.
How do you know?
Because it's an amateur move. It's sloppy. It's...
It's pretty aggressive.
It's about me.
Why? What did you do?
Nothing. I...
Look, there are all these people in
the drug trade who got rolled up by the DEA.
I'm just trying to clean up the loose ends right now,
and that pisses some people off.
So... Hazards of marrying a sheriff. I'm sorry.
Are you in danger? No, no, no.
This is... It's a nuisance. It's not a threat, all right?
And I'm sorry about the window. We're gonna get that fixed.
All right. Okay.
I'm just, uh, looking for someone who can replicate this exactly.
Do you have a window guy?
Not that kind of window guy.
Can I just leave you my info?
You can maybe ask around, see if anyone might want to help me?
Sure.
My name is Norma Bates.
I run the Bates Motel out on Highway 88,
and the stained glass window is not for the motel below.
It's for my home above. Thank you for all your help.
And so the blackouts have to be
physiological in some way, I think.
I did have an MRI, which didn't show anything,
but maybe I should have another one.
I'm not trying to make an excuse.
I probably do need to be on medication,
and that's something that I'm willing to try.
Uh... Yes, I obviously made a mistake
when I said that my mother kills people.
My mother and I have a very typical
teenage boy/mother relationship, I think.
How do you like the food here?
Uh, the food is all right, not as good as at home.
Is your mother a good cook?
Oh, yes.
Boy, is she the absolute best!
Why did you use the word "typical"
to describe your relationship?
Oh, well, I think I just meant normal.
Is that important to you,
having your relationship described as normal?
No. No, I just don't think that we are abnormal.
Yes, we're close, but we had to be.
You know my father died, right?
I do. Were you two close?
No.
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I didn't, uh...
He was my father. I loved him lots,
but he was just always at work.
And when he died,
there just wasn't anyone else for my mother to lean on,
and so it was very important that she knew she could rely on me.
Was that hard for you?
No. Gosh, no.
It was never a burden. She is my mother,
and my mother's an incredibly special person.
She can be so hopeful,
so very optimistic that people will be good to her,
and just sometimes they can take advantage.
Sorry, I just, um...
I just don't like leaving her alone.
I understand being worried about her,
but is it possible that your mother is happy
that you're taking this time to think about yourself?
Maybe.
Probably, yes, but I still just can't stand
that I've added to the list of things that make her suffer.
Welcome home.
I thought I'd at least get a parade or something.
Yeah, well, the marching band is in the back.
I'm so happy to be home,
although, I guess, not for long, right?
Well, it's not sold yet, but we do have a renter interested.
Don't worry about it.
Oh...
One step at a time, baby girl.
Right now we're here. We're together.
We made it.
Come on. I've got some tea on.
Tea, Dylan?
Tea?
Yeah.
So, uh, what time do you need me tomorrow?
Uh, Chris will let you know in the morning.
Oh, um...
I was just wondering if it would be possible
for me to make a phone call.
I know I need permission.
Who do you want to call?
My friend Emma.
She's got CF
and has just had a lung transplant, so...
Of course. I'll add your name to the list.
Hello, it's Norma Bates.
Leave a message, and I'll call you back.
Hi, it's me.
Um...
I, uh, just wanted to say that I hope you're doing okay,
getting through everything,
and I'm sorry.
I think you were right about...
I've been confused about things and, uh...
But I'm really working hard to get better now. I really think I can do it.
I miss you very much, and I love you.
I know I still look like her,
but I don't feel like her anymore.
What do you feel like?
I'm sorry. It's okay.
You okay? No, it's just a little sore.
I think that's my dad's not-so-subtle way
of telling me to get back into bed.
You want me to help you with those?
Are you that desperate to see me naked?
Maybe.
Well, um, you're gonna have to wait.
Like the doctor said, four to six weeks.
Wait. You asked him when we could...
I'll, uh, put it in my phone.
Okay. Get out.
Hello?
Dr. Edwards? Speaking.
This is Mac Dixon over at the Pineview Station.
I just wanted to follow up about the Bates boy.
Yes, yes. Thank you. Any news?
Yeah.
We looked into all that.
Uh...
My opinion is the claim made by your patient
is not grounded in any kind of reality.
His mother, Norma Bates, has no record.
The Bradley Martin girl, that was a suicide, and that teacher,
Uh, Blaire Watson, she was murdered, knife to the throat,
but there's a man doing 20 years in County for that.
Now, Audrey Decody,
well, we haven't located her yet,
but unless you've got new information,
uh, I'm inclined to label it a false alarm.
Actually, Norman denies the claim now.
Well, there you go.
You take care now.
She's asleep.
Good. She needs it. You're not gonna join us for dinner?
No. No, not tonight.
Come on. It's Emma's first night home.
Yeah. No, I know. It's just, um...
I've got to be in Seattle early tomorrow for a job interview.
Does this have anything to do
with my daughter asking you to go with us when we move?
Yeah, well, um,
I'd like to go.
What's the job interview?
It's an assistant manager position at a hops distributor.
You know, I think it's something that I'd be good at.
I mean, it's got a lot of the same kind
of work and stuff that I was doing with the...
The marijuana trade?
Yeah. Unfortunately, I can't put that on a resume.
Lie. Everybody does it.
I thought I was supposed to be trying to go legit.
Yeah, but sometimes to do that,
you've got to get creative with the past.
I tell you what. Put down that you've worked at Artful Artifacts.
Firm handshake, look them in the eye...
And lie.
Yes?
I heard you have a stained glass problem.
I'm here from Sam's Hardware.
Um...
You do stained glass?
Well, my primary material is iron,
but I don't have much occasion to work with glass,
and people around here don't put
much of a premium on that kind of work.
Not that I'm only motivated by economics.
It's just that I like to make art that's wanted.
May I see the piece, please?
Um, yeah, come on in.
Thank you.
It's, uh, back here.
Oh.
I've always admired the Queen Anne.
The house?
Very popular at the turn of the 20th century.
That's when they invented the jigsaw.
Let people make fine wooden detail at a fraction of the cost.
Oh, I never knew that. I love the style.
I know it's not very fashionable these days.
I didn't get your name.
Hogan... Chick. People call me Chick.
Chick. I'm Norma.
Yeah, it's this way.
Well, now, that is a shame.
We had a break-in.
Of course, they didn't break any of the boring windows.
Ugh. Unnecessarily mean.
I have a picture here so you can see the pattern.
Mmm.
Oh, careful.
You learn exactly how much an edge can take before it'll cut you.
I'm not in the interest of getting myself hurt.
Well, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to you?
No, I don't mind.
There was a dog in the road, and I swerved off the road to avoid killing it.
Flipped the car three times.
When I woke up, the dog was licking my face.
That's awful.
Yeah, well,
I suppose we all have those moments in life
where everything changes in a second.
So do you think you can help me?
I'd like very much to help you, and I think I can, yes.
So did you manage many employees at Artful Artifacts?
Uh... Uh, not exactly.
No, it's a, um...
That's a... It's a pretty small store.
So this leadership experience, uh...
Look, that paper's not gonna tell you why I can do this job.
You see, when I first moved to White Pine Bay,
there weren't a lot of traditional jobs,
you know, but there was one main industry,
marijuana.
We, uh,
had a group of about 20 artisanal growers who processed through us,
and then we distributed their product all across the country.
Our sales model was actually really similar to yours.
But the point is that I moved from a security position to an office
in less than a year.
That's impressive. Why isn't it on your resume?
Look, Vic, I get it, okay? I'm a questionable candidate,
but I'm qualified.
All right, you have no reason to take a chance on me,
but if you do, I promise I won't disappoint.
Hey. Hey!
So last night, you crossed a line,
trashed my house, and you scared my wife.
Okay, wait. Last night, I was at the Lights of Winter Festival.
You saw me there. Stop it. Stop it.
Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.
Stop it. I don't have the damn key. Stay out of our house.
Remember when you asked if the DEA was onto you?
Well, they called me to ask about you,
if I knew you personally or if I had
any knowledge of you laundering money.
They're sniffing around. They're fishing.
I don't think they have anything on you, but just be aware.
I don't want to go to prison.
Are you sure that you don't have that key?
Yeah, I'm sure.
And leave Norma and her house alone, okay? I think you understand me.
Julian.
Julian, I'm so glad to see you. I wasn't sure where they...
I'm sorry they did this to you.
Norman?
Mom.
Ah. Oh!
Norman. Oh, sweetheart.
It's very peaceful here, Norman.
Yes, I suppose so.
I really appreciate your message. I hope it's okay that I came.
It's more than okay, Mother.
How are things going in therapy?
What is it, sweetheart?
It's just Dr. Edwards wants to know all these personal things.
Well, that's his job, isn't it?
To ask about you, find out who you are?
I know, but...
I just don't want to betray your confidence, Mother.
What are you worried about saying?
He asked about Dad.
He asked if we were close, and I accidentally said no.
It's not easy losing your father at such a young age.
You know, you never had the time to get to know him.
No, I did get to know him.
He was not a very nice man.
Does it matter?
Dr. Edwards would probably think so.
Dr. Edwards' job is to make you feel better, not worse.
You know, you don't need to remember the hurtful things, Norman.
Your father is dead. He's dust. He's nothing.
You understand?
I understand.
People here, they can be so crazy.
Show the doctor that you're feeling better,
and then we can get you out of here, okay?
Okay.
I love you, honey.
I love you, too.
Oh, Chick.
Hi, let me help you.
No! No.
It's important for my sense of self that I do it.
Okay.
You can't possibly be done with it.
No, no. I had a, you know, moment of clarity,
and I wanted to run it by you before I wasted any more time.
Oh. Well, come sit down.
So the best version...
The best version of your window is not for me
to just recreate somebody else's work.
It's for me to be inspired by that work and then create something else
that has its own life and purpose and integrity
and reason for being.
So take a look at that.
You came up with this?
Yeah, see, the light in your house, it narrows, right?
So the light will bleed through this design a little more kindly.
You know, I've never had someone
create something for me before.
This is beautiful.
Huh.
You know, the funny thing is, uh,
yesterday, when I was looking at your photos,
something in my brain just went click.
I know your son, Dylan.
Oh, really? Yeah.
Oh, it's a small world.
Yeah, we're neighbors.
No kidding? Loosely.
I thought he had a team of people helping him out there.
What was... The guy with the bloodshot eyes, what was his name?
Gunner.
Yeah, Gunner.
And then, uh, Caleb.
Mmm.
That guy seemed like he knew what he was doing,
and then he split.
Yeah, well, my brother hasn't always been the most reliable.
Huh.
That was your brother?
That explains a lot.
You know, I'm sorry. I hate to rush off,
but just realized I forgot something in the oven.
No, no, no. Rush off.
Rush on.
Okay.
But it's beautiful. Love it. Oh, thanks.
All right.
I'll be seeing you, Norma.
Yeah.
Huh.
So in group this morning, I offered some advice,
uh, well, support, I guess, to Lisa,
and I really understood what she was saying,
and it just made me feel more connected.
So I'm just feeling really positive,
I guess, in a really good mood.
Why do you think that is?
Uh...
Oh, well, it was wonderful to see my mother yesterday.
Did you ask her to come and visit?
No. No, actually, it was unexpected.
Uh...
Yes, I was not exactly kind to her the last time she came here.
I was angry, and I took it out on her,
but she was actually just worried about me.
She wanted me to get help, and now that I am,
we're both feeling really hopeful, I think.
Norman,
I want to ask you a question that I think you might find confusing at first.
Okay.
Is it possible your mother wasn't here yesterday?
What?
Just consider, Norman. That's all I'm asking.
You're asking me to consider that I made up my mother being here?
No, not that you made it up, but that it didn't happen like how it felt.
No, the truth is that I think she came because I called her.
I know you called her, Norman, and I'm not angry about it.
You checked up on me?
You know that you're monitored.
It's part of the process of being here.
We checked the number of the person being called.
It was your mother's cell number.
Yes, well, okay. Well, then, if I am monitored,
then I think you should know that my mother was here.
I mean, we just went out for a walk in the grounds.
It's not like we were hiding.
What?
That's how I know she wasn't here.
I get an e-mail every day with a list of all
the visitors my patients see. She wasn't on it.
Well, then, she just didn't check in, all right?
My mother can be very obstinate when it comes to rules.
Norman, listen to me.
People will search for comfort in an unknown environment.
We can miss people so much that it feels
like they're with us even when they're not.
But I actually felt her. She held me, okay?
It was her laugh, her voice.
I know it felt incredibly real.
It was real.
Tell me what you talked about.
No.
No, actually, I'm not gonna do that because you think I'm crazy.
No, I don't think you're crazy.
Okay, listen, it's your job to make me feel better, not worse, okay?
She told me that you would do this. She told me that.
Wait, Norman. Norman. Norman.
Please, just stay with me. Let me out.
Let me out! Let me out! Hey, help!
Help! Somebody help!
Norman.
Breathe, Norman.
Breathe.
Breathe in.
Two.
Three.
Out.
Two.
Three.
Four.
You have a very soothing voice.
Did they teach you that at medical school,
or were you just born that way?
How do you feel now?
How do you want me to feel?
Do you think you can sit back down and finish our session?
I could.
Or would you prefer me to lie down?
You can if you like.
It's a very vulnerable position. I can see the appeal.
But I think I'd rather look you in the face.
So where were we?
Do you mind if I ask a question?
That's why we're here, isn't it?
What do you think about Norman?
I think he is a very weak, confused boy,
easy for people to take advantage of.
Is that what you feel I'm doing?
I think you think you're helping,
but that's your ego in action.
Hmm.
If you want to know what's really wrong with Norman,
you should talk to the person who knows him best.
And that's you?
Of course it is. I'm his mother.
Hey, there, Sheriff.
What are you... You can't be here.
I told the DEA I don't know you.
What are you doing? I can't believe you got married.
You said you were never gonna get married.
It's my fault.
I mean, I should know when a guy says that,
it just means he's never gonna marry you.
Rebecca...
Oh, no, wait. No, no. No worries.
Oh, I'm being stupid.
Um... Go home. Go to your wife.
Whatever it is she's got,
must be something.
Do you get benefits?
Probably.
That's so sexy.
Yeah, well, I don't officially have the job yet, so...
I can't believe you told him you were a drug dealer.
Marijuana distribution manager.
I might have kicked you out of the office at that point.
Yeah, well, I was never gonna be
smart enough to work for you, so...
Well, I'm glad you told him the truth and that it went well.
I'm proud of you, Dylan.
What's up?
Yesterday my scar didn't really hurt.
I was just embarrassed that I have one.
Emma. No, it's hideous.
No, it's not.
You haven't seen it.
I don't care.
Well, I do.
You know, I hated my oxygen tank,
but that was never a part of me.
This is, and I don't want it to have power over me
or over how I feel when I'm with you,
so I just want to get it over with.
It's gross, huh?
Dylan.
You see this one?
It's a bullet wound from when that bastard Shelby shot me.
And...
Plowed down by a car.
Yeah, that one... That one might have been my fault, but...
Don't get hit by any more cars.
Deal. And what about this one?
This one was a...
Tiger shark. Yeah, a 13-footer.
What?
Sometimes, you know, Chief,
a shark, he looks into you, looks into your eyes...
What? Why are you laughing?
I'm sorry. This is important stuff.
Okay. Why are you laughing?
The thing about a shark...
Oh, come on.
How are you gonna survive a shark attack if you can't listen?
I will blow it up with a gas tank. I'll be fine.
I hate to tell you, but it was an oxygen tank.
Oh. Yeah.
Dear, when you smiled at me
I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me
Started a symphony
Zing went the strings Of my heart Heart
When did you sneak in?
I just heard you play. I didn't want you to stop.
Sorry you had to hear me butcher that song. It's been in my head all day.
No, I liked it.
I think I found an amazing guy to fix the window.
Yeah? It might be even more beautiful.
He's a real artist. Oh, that's great.
Yeah.
The break-in might have been a blessing in disguise.
Have you found out anything more about it?
Yeah. Yeah, actually, it's, uh, handled.
Did you kill Bob Paris?
Why? Why did you do it?
I had no choice.
Hey.
I just wanted to check in on you. I know it was a big day.
It was. I'm sorry I got so emotional.
You know you blacked out, right?
Headache?
Yeah. It's a common side effect.
The nurse can give you some ibuprofen, and sleep should help.
I never want you to feel alone here, Norman.
We'll figure this out.
Okay? All right.
All right, see you tomorrow.
It's like you have a sixth sense. I was just thinking about you.
What do you think about adding an iron railing to the front stairs?
It's in keeping with the era, right?
Huh.
I have this thing. It's like my mantra.
I never want to be out of integrity with myself.
That's my thing. Sure.
You know that story that I told you
about the car and the dog licking my face?
Yeah.
It wasn't true.
Mmm.
And I'm out of integrity with myself,
and you don't deserve that, Norma.
It's okay. Don't worry about it.
We did not meet by accident.
We were both hurt by the same person.
You said that Caleb was your brother.
But when Caleb introduced himself, it was as Dylan's father.
I mean, I only put this all together yesterday,
but there aren't that many ways that that adds up, right?
I...
You're probably confused. He's... Caleb's crazy.
Mmm.
Do you want to be out of integrity with yourself, Norma?
I want you to leave.
Why? Just 'cause you slept with your brother?
Are you ashamed because he raped you?
Or are you ashamed because you loved him?
Huh.
What do you want?
Caleb beat me, stole my money,
drove off my wife and child.
He had no idea the cause and effect of his actions,
but that does not remove responsibility. He disappeared.
I want to know where he is, Norma, and I want you to tell me.
You want to kill him?
Is that what you want?
No.
Why not?
I mean, there must have been times when you thought,
"If I was just stronger, if I had a knife..."
I mean, why not? That would feel good, right?
After all this time, just to...
Maybe you don't know what you want.
Um... Please, I...
I don't know where he is. Listen.
It's okay. You can think about it.
You think about what you need,
and I'll think about what I need.
Okay.