Bates Motel Page #8

NORMA LOUISE:

Get the emergency kit. It’s in the

bathroom cabinet -

Norman takes off, leaving Norma alone. Keith STIRS AGAIN.

This time LIFTING HIS HEAD -

KEITH:

Moffggnnggg -

Keith suddenly realizes his hands are cuffed -- STRUGGLES

VIOLENTLY against them. Norma is frozen.

Now Keith turns his head, sees her, then looks for a way up.

He gets an idea and presses his back against the cabinet,

edges his way up. Gets his knees underneath him.

Norma reacts in HORROR. She backs up -- KICKING the knife

with her foot. She bends down and picks it up as Keith --

grunting hard -- works his way angrily TO HIS FEET -

KEITH (CONT’D)

You stupid b*tch --

CLOSE ON NORMA:

Her face telling a story. A lifetime of fear, of people

f***ing her over, of crazy sh*t intruding on her life that

she didn’t ask for. Too much, too much, too much...

Norma CHARGES HIM. STABS HIM. Then STABS HIM AGAIN. AND

AGAIN. AND ONCE MORE. Now he slumps to the floor. DEAD.

But it doesn’t matter, she drops to her knees over him and

STABS HIM AGAIN. And again. And again. She can’t stop,

She’s so f***ing mad as -

A POOL OF BLOOD spills out of him, quickly becoming a LAKE.

She’s standing in it. Doesn’t care. She keeps stabbing him.

NORMAN:

Mother!

CAMERA FINDS Norman stands in the doorway holding the

emergency kit. Eyes wide. WHAT THE F***?

END ACT TWO:

40.

ACT THREE:

INT. BATES HOUSE/KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

CLOSE ON NORMAN’S HAND PICKING UP THE PHONE

...as his mother’s BLOODY HAND grabs the phone away...

NORMAN looks at his Mom who is trying to catch her breath but

is emotionally all over the place.

NORMAN:

We have to call 911 -

NORMA LOUISE:

We’re not calling 911! Not an

option -

NORMAN:

He attacked you!

(looks at lake of blood;

not sure this is true)

It was self defense!

(then; hoping)

It was self-defense, wasn’t it -

NORMA LOUISE:

(while frantically

wrapping her cut)

Norman. No matter what. This will

become public. It will get in the

papers. Everyone in town will know

it. Who is going to want to go book

a room in the rape-slash-murder

motel? It’s going to ruin us. And

make me a laughing stock -

(she takes him by the

shoulder; leans in)

We came here to start over.

(yelling; losing it)

And I’m (f***ing) starting over!

(then)

And where the hell were you,

Norman?

NORMAN:

(lying)

I was upstairs.

NORMA LOUIS:

(crazed at this point;

unhinged)

You were NOT upstairs!

(MORE)

41.

NORMA LOUIS (CONT'D)

You would have come down and helped

me! Where the hell were you? Why

are there sweat stains under your

arms? What is going on?

NORMAN:

I snuck out of my room and went to

a party -

Norma just looks at him for a long moment. Can’t believe it.

Finally...

NORMA LOUIS:

Oh my God. Who are you? Who the

hell are you? You did what?

NORMAN:

(bursting)

Mom! I thought I was going to study

with them but they took me to a

party. I didn’t know. It hardly

matters right now! There’s a dead

man on the floor! There’s a lake of

blood! What are we supposed to do?

Clean this up with paper towels and

some 409? I don’t think so. Holy

hell, Mother! We are totally

screwed! What are we doing? We

don’t know what we’re doing! --

Norman is so overwhelmed he starts losing it. This alarms

Norma, almost as if it is reminding her of some medical

condition she needs to be thoughtful of with him. She

catches her breath. Calms down...

NORMA LOUISE:

Norman, listen to me. It’s going to

be okay. Here’s what we’re going to

do. We’re going to go get all the

bedding from every motel room and

use it to soak this up. We’re

going to take the body and wrap it

in one of the comforters -

Norman listens, starting to calm down.

NORMAN:

Then we’ll -- dump it somewhere

tonight?

NORMA LOUISE:

No. That’s the kind of thing that

gets you caught.

(MORE)

42.

NORMA LOUISE (CONT'D)

We have to be thoughtful about how

to get rid of the body. But we

will have to dump all the bed

linens somewhere. We’ll have to

drive tonight to some deserted

parking lot in some deserted town

and stuff it all in the bottom of a

dumpster.

(thinking; then)

We’ll wrap the body and put it in a

tub in one of the motel rooms until

I can figure out what to do with it

tomorrow -

(then; seeing how scared

he is)

I’m sorry, Norman. I’m sorry you

have to be in the middle of this.

I’m sorry this a**hole raped me.

But here you are. And here I am.

And he’s not going to win this one.

SAME - LATER

SLOW MOTION AS A CLEAN BED COVER IS THROWN OVER THE BLOOD.

It BILLOWS UP THEN LANDS SOFTLY. The BLOOD SEEPS IN SLOWLY,

BLOSSOMING AGAINST THE WHITE, spreading and spreading...

RESUME NORMAL SPEED as NORMA AND NORMAN reach in on opposite

ends and pull up the dripping, bloody cover. It’s heavy.

They carry it to a PILE OF BLOODY COVERS.

NORMAN:

We’re never going to get this all

up. It just keeps reappearing.

Norma throws another blanket over the blood. And another.

And another. A woman on a mission. Almost manic -

NORMA LOUISE:

(re:
pile of bloody

linens)

Start stuffing those into trash

bags. Just keep working. Just

keep moving -

She gets on her hands and knees and starts wiping the blood

up. Pushing the heavy, blood soaked blankets toward the

pile.

NORMAN:

Mother, are you sure we shouldn’t

call for help?

43.

NORMA LOUISE:

(non-emotional; matter-of

fact)

No one’s going to help us Norman.

No one’s ever helped us.

(then)

We’ll get this done. Keep going -

CUT TO:

SAME - LATER

The blood is now off the floor except for some smudges.

There is a MOUNTAIN of trash bags. Norma and Norman are on

their hands and knees, awkwardly ROLLING KEITH SUMMERS’ BODY

into a comforter. (They have stuffed about six inches of

condensed paper towels inside his shirt to absorb any

remaining blood.) It’s starting to soak through. They are

covered with blood. They finally succeed in rolling him up.

Norma looks at their clothes. She washes her hands quickly.

Takes some clothes from the top of a clean laundry basket.

Tosses some to Norman.

NORMA LOUISE:

Wash up a little. Put these on. Put

the bloody clothes in one of the

trash bags.

She also changes. She barely bothers to turn around. Maybe

it’s just the intense terror of the moment. But it’s a

little awkward for Norman, who turns away.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOTEL PORCH/WALKWAY - MINUTES LATER

Norma and Norman, rigid with tension, struggle to carry the

dead weight of the body to one of the rooms. It’s incredibly

heavy and cumbersome. They are both sweating. (Norman is

walking forward and Norma is walking backwards. The following

dialogue is said through heavy breathing and straining

muscles. This is REALLY PHYSICALLY DEMANDING.) They

whisper loudly and with agitation -

NORMA LOUISE:

Don’t go so fast! I can’t walk

that fast backwards -

NORMAN:

It’s heavy. I just want to get it

in the tub. I’m afraid I’m going

to drop it -

44.

NORMA LOUISE:

Well you are going to drop it if I

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