[Dylan finds Norman in the kitchen wearing Norma's robe]
DMDylan Masset
What are you doing?
Sit down honey. I'm just making some breakfast. French Toast!
DMDylan Masset
Are you feeling better?
Oh I'm fine! Got some beautiful blackberries yesterday. Wanna get them out of the fridge?
...Norman's sleeping. Gimme the blackberries. They're on the bottom shelf.
[Dylan gets the berries out]
DMDylan Masset
Could I help you?
Oh I'm fine. Why don't you just go wake up your brother so he can eat.
DMDylan Masset
...My brother?
Yeah silly! What's wrong with you?
DMDylan Masset
Nothing's wrong with me.
Then run upstairs! You know how Norman is, he'll sleep all morning if you don't wake him up.
Look, I-I know it doesn't seem like it, but you're in a very fragile state right now. You need to stop worrying about everybody else and just take care of yourself.
I hear you, but I can't take care of myself. I'm a mother. Now I have to go talk to my horrible brother. You know what, I have no choice because it is important to my sons.
Yeah, and what about your own needs?
Parents do not have needs. You ever read the book The Giving Tree? It's about a tree, and this kid keeps coming and taking stuff from it his whole life, until there's nothing left but a stump. And then the kid sits on the stump. That's being a parent.
Jeez, all I did was leave for a few hours.
With a suitcase! We spent the night wondering if you were ever coming back. If you were dead.
What does death have to do with a suitcase? [checking her phone] What the hell? Alex left me a message saying he was shot?
What do you mean he's been shot?
I don't know. What the hell? I mean, can't a woman get in a freaking mood for one night without the whole world coming to an end?
So you like taxidermy, no?
Yeah, I do. I find it very peaceful. Sort of allows me to shut the world out.
Yeah, sometimes when I'm in the world, I feel almost like there's this annoying sort of buzzing that just won't stop. And then I get down here with my animals, and it all goes silent.
It's interesting. Tell me more about that. Of the "buzzing" you experience.
Well, it's like a world full of people. So many people, all with opinions and judgments and arrogance and theories. People who think that they help people. And they're pointless. None of them know anything. You might as well listen to a woodpecker pecking in a tree. Can I ask you something now?
How was it, sleeping with my mother?
What makes you think I slept with your mother, Norman?
Let's just say I've known her a long time.
And would it bother you if someone slept with your mother?
Let's see, if your mother ran out on you and your brother one night, didn't tell you where she was going or when she was coming back, and then threw herself, like a whore, into the bed of someone she barely knows, some licensed family therapist who could probably lose his license for such behavior, but that's not really the point... Would all of that behavior bother you?
That's not an appropriate question, Norman.
Come on. We're both men here. It's not like we don't know what goes on. Did she give too easily?
You know, I think we're done here.
What, are you uncomfortable? Huh? 'Cause I know? 'Cause I can imagine what it was like? Did you really think that you'd come down here and it would be your little secret? "Oh, we banged each other, but now let's send you downstairs to fix crazy Norman".
Norman, why do you care so much who your mother might be sleeping with? What does it mean? That she could be attracted to someone? Does that take her away from you? Norman, do you want to sleep with her?
James, listen I need you to tell me anything she told you, anything, 'cause I need to get some leverage on her.
You're asking me to violate patient confidentiality, I, I-I, I can't do that. I won't do that. Look, I don't know what you guys are up to, and and, frankly, I don't I don't care, but there are some things that matter in this world, some lines that can't be crossed. Basically, I'm telling you that you can go to hell.
Great. Sort of father-son gun-running bonding trip, whatever. There's a preset rendezvous time, so get your ass on the road.
Just between you and me, if anything happens to him, I'm gonna come back, and I'll kill you.
Maybe that's a little dramatic, but sure.
Yes, I'm here, and it happened!
Well, then how could you do that?
Because, Norman, you have no idea what it's like to be your mother! To see you have these blackouts! To worry about you night and day! It's killing me! IT'S KILLING ME! YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME NORMAN!!
