I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Calm Before the Storm
So let me get this straight.
You had Norman locked up in a "secure" facility.
Guarded by police officers with guns and pepper spray.
Romero, who was an escaped convict, broke in, stole Norman, and now you can't find him.
And you want me to help you.
And you don't even care about him!
Dylan exploded then.
"Nothing better happen to him!"
With anger.
"He's a suspect!"
With frustration.
"He hasn't even been convicted yet!"
And sudden illogical, blind loyalty.
The he stormed out . . .
Have to do everything myself-
. . . to go and figure out how to find Norman.
And bring him back.
He had stood on the edge of the frozen lake after Remo left.
There by the abandoned cannibis cabin.
Next to the half-built barn.
And looked out over the lake.
There, standing in almost the same place . . .
No, it was right over there.
. . . He had first kissed Emma.
Emma-
Kissed with all his heart, right there.
Kissed her because he loved her.
He still loved her.
That hadn't changed for him.
Though he wasn't so sure . . .
"Yeah, Remo, it's great ."
. . . about her.
But now that she was gone, he was going to see this thing through to the end.
And hopefully go home . . .
Please, Emma, let me come home.
. . . to work things out with his wife.
See his baby girl.
And pick up the pieces of his life again.
He had the gun he had gotten from hey, look at me, I almost got a legit job, Remo.
It was all good though.
He wished the guy well.
And it really didn't matter anyway.
Because he might be dead this time tomorrow.
Still, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
He would stop Norman before he hurt anybody else.
Or he would die trying.
He had sat at the bar, trying to drink his way to courage.
Backsliding, backsliding, Emma would be disappointed.
But Emma had left him alone, hadn't told him she loved him.
So he didn't want to to think about that.
He'd got hit on.
"You look all alone."
You have no idea.
There had been a time he probably would have gone with her to whatever dark corner they needed.
And done whatever had come to him.
But now . . .
"Look, I'm just here to drink."
And not out of your prostitute bellybutton either.
He didn't even give it a second thought.
"And figure something out that is completely beyond my control."
I'm trying to decide whether to kill my brother or kill myself.
Drinking helps big decisions like that, right?
And then Norman had called, invited him to dinner.
And Dylan having just apologised to a prostitute for being a dick instead of using his dick, had accepted.
And all the alcohol in his system had dried right the hell up.
He sat in his truck now, facing the possibility of his own death.
In front of the home his psychotic, murderous brother now waited in to have supper with him and 'Mother'.
He didn't know what he might be walking into exactly.
When Norman had called, he had been talking about Norma in the present tense.
As if they had just moved in and not four years sgo.
As if he had forgotten entirely that she had died.
Or wiped it right out.
The thought of his own death was upsetting, sure.
But he was so numb with all the shit that had gone down lately that he really didn't feel much.
He didn't want to leave Emma and Katie.
But that might be over anyway.
Emma had left, she hadn't said 'I love you'.
She always said 'I love you'.
He figured if she did leave him, she wouldn't try to keep Katie from him.
But he didn't know for sure.
And that wasn't the kind of life he wanted to lead anyway.
Even though . . .
I should have done something more so long ago.
. . . he deserved it.
Still, he wanted to hear her voice one more time.
If it was the last time.
And tell her how much she meant to him.
Because here at the end, that was all that mattered.
So in the dark of his double cab Ford, Dylan Massett called Emma Decody.
She answered pretty quick.
"Hey, Dylan, what's happened?"
And he gave her the rundowm.
Norman.
Romero.
The phone call.
She didn't seem too happy he hadn't notified the sheriff.
Dylan tried to explain.
"She doesn't care about Norman. He'll end up dead."
He may end up dead by me but at least I'm gonna try first.
"I don't care! I don't care about Norman! I care about you!"
That's nice, Emma. Thanks.
"Dylan, you have a child."
And his voice wavered a bit . . .
"I know I have a child."
Do you think I could ever forget about Katie even for a single second of my life, Emma?
. . . as he responded.
"Do I have a wife?"
Trying to get her to answer the only question left for him.
She paused, didn't answer yes or no.
And because Emma had promised to always be honest with him, that meant she hadn't decided yet.
Or didn't want to tell him.
And he grew colder, emptier.
"Don't do this," came the desperate voice over the phone. "Just call the sheriff! Norman's dangerous!"
But Dylan was always set.
There was no one left to handle Norman but him.
"He's not dangerous to me."
Emma's voice was desperate and challenging.
"You sound like Norma."
Yeah, I know.
And he tried again.
Tell me, Emma. Just say it and I'll believe you. Please.
"Tell me you love me, Emma."
Her voice came back hysterical and afraid.
And always so damn stubborn.
"No, I won't. I'm not going to arm you up so you can go in there and do something stupid!"
He smiled a little.
His Emma. She never gave an inch if she disagreed with it.
She wouldn't do something just because anyone told her to.
There was a good chance he was going to miss that, one way or another.
But that was in the future which was unknown to him.
And all he had now was to speak.
"I'll never love anyone else but you. You screwed me there, Emma Decody."
You're the sun and the moon and the whole wide world to me.
Forever.
I promise.
She didn't say so he quietly disconnected the call.
So he wouldn't have to hear her not say she loved him again.
Then Dylan Massett took the gun out of the bag.
He's my brother.
I won't use it unless I have to.
And prepared to face his brother.
I was honestly so furious when Emma didn't tell Dylan she loved him I almost screamed at my TV!