Dorothea (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[logo beats]

[logo gasps]

[music]

Where am I?

-Hey, hey, it's all right,

Dorothea.

I'm here.

Oh, Patty,

I had the most awful dream.

What was it?

My father,

he's coming to take me soon.

I can feel it.

Did you do it?

Want the truth?

Yes.

Tell the whole world the truth?

Is that what you want?

[sigh]

Hell, why not?

One word that's been the scourge

of feminine existence...

since the beginning of time.

No.

No, stop!

No!

[screams]

-No...no.

-You're coming with me.

So I can keep an eye on you.

[screams]

[dragging]

[screams]

[gasp]

[gasp]

[laughter]

[laughter]

Please, Axel!

-f*cking wh*re.

-[coughing]

[sobbing]

Are you gonna keep f*cking

all those, men?

You're a...

[lighter]

Filthy f*cking wh*re.

OH...f*ck YOU!

That's right.

[laugh]

[snores]

[sobbing]

Stop.

Axel.

Please.

[music]

[chuckles]

[music]

Dorothea?

[thud]

[song] "Mad Dog" by Zephyr

Went to a party party on

Tuesday night

The girls were twistin Twistin

the night away

It may sound funny it may

sound weird but

My little girl, she wasn't there

for me, for me, for me...

for me

I was a mad dog,

mad dog I couldn't see

I was a mad dog,

mad dog I couldn't see

I couldn't believe

I was a mad dog,

mad dog they should've shot me.

But I'm all right now...

whoa whoa yeah

My girl was dancing,

dancing across the floor

oh...she looks, so sweet

She was so happy happy with

her new amour

The eyes of love were oh so

clear, but my little girl...

she wasn't there for me. For me,

for me, for me

for....me

I was a mad dog mad dog I

couldn't see

I was a mad dog mad dog I

couldn't believe

I was a mad dog,

mad dog they should've shot me.

But I'm all right now...

whoa whoa yeah

[howl]

But I'm all right now

[Dorothea VO] Near threw my back

out dragging the big lug.

But, anything worth while,

usually involves a little pain.

[thud]

[Dorothea grunts]

[Dorothea VO] I think,

if it were a Woolrich or Cain

novel that gave me the notion.

[Dorothea VO] I think,

if it were a Woolrich or Cain

novel that gave me the notion.

Can't recall which at

the moment...

...only that it stuck, like

a burning ember within my head.

[water running]

Is this the hospital?

Oh, God. I think it's his heart.

My husband...

...he's in the shower.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was making his breakfast,

and I heard a crash.

No. I can't get in.

The door is locked.

But he won't answer.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's 4840 Whitsett.

Please hurry.

[phone receiver clicks]

It was that easy.

Worked like a charm.

No one suspected a thing.

[music]

[water running]

[coughing]

Dorothea, you're bleeding.

Come here.

-Water.

-Come here.

Better?

-Yes, thank you.

-Patty.

Queenie's out of the hole.

She'll be looking to get ya.

[music sting]

Any suggestions?

Don't let her get you alone.

Okay, thanks, Beth.

See ya.

-[sigh]

Trouble?

[sigh] Queenie,

the resident bull d*ke.

She tried to make me her b*tch.

I told the warden...

...and she gave her 30 days

in solitaire.

[chuckles]

When I first got here...

one of them lezzies,

tried to pop my cherry.

[laugh]

I told her, "Sweetie,

the whole pie is long gone,

but you're welcome to what

crumbs is left."

[chuckles]

-[laugh]

Times were better then.

Weren't all puppy dogs and

rainbows back when...

Even on the day,

supposed to be the happiest day

of a woman's life.

[Dorothea VO]

County Courthouse, 1966.

[Dorothea VO] My handsome,

third husband, Roberto Puente.

He was nineteen years my junior.

Sure, I robbed the cradle,

can you blame me, look at him.

[Mariachi music]

[yells]

[Spanish]

Woo!

-[sings in Spanish]

[Mariachi music]

-[sings in Spanish]

[Dorothea VO] Plus,

he was from a good family

that owned property throughout

California,

and just between you and me,

gave me my first orgasm.

Life was looking up, right?

Ha! Wrong.

[film burning]

Our marriage was short.

-Easy, baby.

-f*ck her. You said you were

going to leave her divorce her.

Shh!

I am.

Gotta be quiet, though.

-Hurry.

[music]

Zephyr's "Someone Like You"

Clouds are much whiter since

you came my way

Colors are brighter,

[door slams]

so are things that I say...

I've been lonely, I've been blue

Lookin' for someone,

Someone like you

But, it's hard to find what

you're looking for!

[radio song clicks off]

[Dorothea] It's over?

What do you mean it's over?

You're not getting it.

-[yelling in Spanish]

-Yeah, right,

you speak some English.

-f*ck you!

Is that good enough

English for you?

-No, it's not, what I do?

I didn't do anything!

-f*cking pute!

-Where are you going?

Adios, Dorothea!

-What? I didn't do anything!

Oh! Oh!

Is that her? You cheatin' pig!

I can't believe you're

doing this!

Bye-bye, Granny.

[radio clicks on]

[music]

Zephyr's "Someone Like You"

I've been lonely, I've been

blue...Lookin' for someone

Good riddance.

[Dorothea VO] Though my next

husband, Pedro Montalvo weren't

no better.

[Dorothea VO] Mean as the day is

long and twice as drunk.

[Dorothea VO] Two months of

living hell that I won't relive.

-I was good for something.

Tell him I got you probation

for those 34 counts

of treasury fraud.

Helped?

You bet your lily white

gringo a*s, honey.

Just because the judge took

lenience on me,

after I told him how you beat

the sh*t out of me,

and ran off with all my money.

Your money?

[shh]

[wall creaking]

Stop.

Vaya con dios.

-Cut it out.

Parada. Parada.

[music]

[creaking]

[music]

-Oh, sorry to bother you.

I'm here about the room

for rent.

Who should I talk to?

-She's...

Oh, she's down there in the hat.

- Oh, great. Thank you.

[snap]

Dorothea?

-Yes?

The man on the porch told me

that you were out here.

-Oh, that's Chief.

Excuse me?

We call him Chief.

He's our resident handyman.

I see.

Um. Well,

my name is Ruth Monroe.

And I'm here about the room

for rent.

Is it still available?

I believe it is.

Ah, where are my manners.

Dorothea Puente.

Pleasure to meet you.

-Let's go take a look a see at

the room, shall we?

-Splendid.

-Chief!

Good job getting that old shed

out of the garden.

-Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Don't forget to dig a flower bed

in its place.

Ah...ugh.

Today?

Yep. I'll be planting tonight.

Alright, then. You got it.

[music]

[TV commercial]

-Hey, Dorothea, we need to talk.

[mouths words] "Be nice"

Malcolm, I would like you to

meet Ruth Monroe.

Any relation to Marilyn?

-[giggles]

[TV] "Game show theme"

Wait, it's back on.

Excuse me?

Say Charles, dipshit.

[TV] "Charles Nelson Reilly "

-This way.

That was the living room.

Kitchen is that a way.

Refrigerator is shared.

I cook a large dinner

for tenants every,

which is ready by 6 p.m.

-Oh, that's nice.

-Currently we have four

residents...

all are retired, quiet,

well-mannered gentlemen.

Don't even know they're here

most of the time.

Malcolm can be a bit

of a curmudgeon,

but his heart is in

the right place.

Just don't change a channel when

he's watching Match Game.

Oh, I'm not much of a TV person.

I prefer to read.

Me too.

It's a beautiful home with

a nice warm energy to it.

Thank you.

The key is respect. Respect

yourself, your home, others.

That creates that warm

environment.

I like that.

And it's close to the hospital.

Here we are. Oh,

do you work there?

No, my husband is under

care there.

Oh.

Get some fresh air in here.

This room gets the best

sunlight.

[squeaks]

Nice firm mattress. Hardly used.

What is that smell?

Oh, it's a sewer pipe down

the street that sometimes clogs.

Neighbors complain that it's

the fish and mulch I use to

fertilize my garden,

but they are wrong.

It's them old ground pipes.

Ah, I've spoken with the city

they should have it repaired

this week.

[chuckles]

Oh, you said your husband was in

the hospital.

Nothing serious, I hope.

I'm afraid it's terminal.

[sigh]

Stage four cancer of the brain.

Oh, that's dreadful.

[sigh]

Losing someone you care about

is never easy.

Especially when they're

taken away early.

-So the rent is a hundred

a week, correct?

That's right.

I'll take it.

[sigh]

Marvelous.

When would you like to move in?

Now, if possible.

Um. I can pay four hundred

for the month to simplify it.

-Oh, well, there would also be

a security deposit required,

in case of damage or...

Of course. Um. Four hundred,

eight hundred total?

That works.

You see, um...we sold our home,

to pay my husband's medical

expenses, and escrow closed.

I've been staying in a motel

ever since.

You don't have to explain, Ruth.

Hard time's come upon us all.

It's hope that keeps us going.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's all just so overwhelming.

Look at the bright side.

You now have a roof over

your head.

And a new friend.

Thank you, Dorothea.

Come on now.

Let's go get your keys.

[music]

[fizz]

[cutting pills]

[music]

[digging]

Chief!

Oh.

I'm sorry, Miss Dorothea.

I didn't even see you there.

It's okay.

How's it coming along?

Ah.

Pretty good.

You think this is probably deep

enough by now?

I'd say another foot

wide and deep.

All right. You say so.

[chuckles]

Ya, know.

I tell you,

I...I always thought...

the flowerbed should only be

about a foot or two deep.

That's before I met you.

Oh no.

They gotta be deep

for the fertilizer.

And can't forget about

the roots.

Plants need to eat and drink

just like us, Chief.

Yeah, well, I reckon so.

Ugh!

Speaking of drink...

I brought you this...for doing

such good work.

Oh!

[chuckles]

Now that is very kind of you.

[chuckles]

Miss Dorothea, I haven't had

a drop for a month now.

Not since you've got me this job

and let me stay here.

You know, I'm being good.

I'm trying to do the straight

and narrow.

Yeah, know.

That's why it's important

for you to think of this as a...

a reward for your efforts.

The Lord knows it's hard to stay

straight and narrow.

Oh, tell me, I know.

[digging]

[sinister music]

[digging]

That's good enough.

Yeah?

Oh!

Oh!

Whoa!

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Sorry.

It's like...

Almost like I'm already soused.

[chuckles]

Shh, the neighbors.

Oh, sorry.

-[chuckles]

Just sit back, relax...

and take a long, hard swig.

You earned it, my boy.

My boy?

My momma always used to

call me my boy.

[music]

[gulp]

[cough]

Oh...

...the good stuff, just for you.

[giggles]

Oh, yeah.

[chuckle]

Oh, sh*t!

[laugh]

-No cussing.

Oh...ugh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

By the way, ah. What was old

Malcolm was talking to

you about?

Oh, oh, Malcolm.

Yeah, he was a,

just asking about you.

What about me?

[cap screws on bottle]

Well...

He would wondering, if I thought

you might be stealing from him.

Mmmm.

He said the two of you got

drunk...and he blacked out...

and then when he woke up,

his money,

coins, ugh...

and, ugh...maybe...papers.

Oh, and his mother's wedding

ring was gone.

So...

Is that so?

Yeah.

Oh, oh...

and if anybody else in the house

was a getting Social Security

checks turned over to you.

And what did you tell him?

Well...

I told him you helped me...

by turning over my

Social Security checks to you

through the government.

Yeah.

That's good, Chief.

That's cause...

You know...

[coughing]

[coughing]

Oh, excuse me.

So you can look out for my

needs, you know, like you do.

You know, Miss Dorothea,

I guess I don't...

I don't really feel so good.

I can't...

I can't even move my legs.

You won't meet them where

you're going.

[sinister music]

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Ah!

Ow!

What the hell?

Ow!

Ow!

[retching] Ow! Ow!

-Loose lips sink ships.

Ow! Ow!

My...boy.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Ah!

[digging]

Ugh!

Ugh...ha!

Ow!

Ugh!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

[digging]

Ah!

Ow!

Ow!

Aw!

[gagging]

[gagging]

[retching]

UGH!

Ow!

Ow!

Oh, ow.

[music]

[hissing]

[music]

[ominous music]

[knocking]

Ruth?

Are you awake?

-Yes.

-I was doing some gardening and

saw your light on.

-You and Chief like to

work late.

- Yes, it's cooler at night.

Why are you up so late?

- Oh, I woke up feeling a little

under the weather.

- Would you like me to bring you

some Tylenol?

Or I have some Codeine?

I always find that nips

a cold in the bud.

- Oh no, I'm highly allergic to

Codeine, but thank you.

- How about some warm milk?

- If it's no bother.

- Oh, it's no bother.

No bother at all.

- Thank you.

[music]

[rapid boiling]

[music]

[music]

Ruth?

-Yes?

-Your warm milk is here

at the door.

-Oh, you are a lifesaver,

Dorothea.

Thank you so much for your

kindness.

-Goodnight.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

[music]

[cough]

[foreboding music]

[slap]

[Malcolm VO] Dear Dorothea,

I have given you every

opportunity to resolve the

matter of my missing belongings.

After speaking with Chief,

I feel I have the proof needed

to hold you accountable.

As you may have noticed,

I've vacated your property...

-Jesus H. Crackers.

[Malcolm VO]...along with my

personal possessions.

Except for the items that

you stole.

I will be going to the proper

authorities to get my beloved

belongings back...

Ah..a...and to put you in JAIL!

Signed, Malcolm. P.S. I left

the keys in the mailbox, period.

f*ck YOU, exclamation point.

[music]

Help!

[crying]

What is it, Dorothea?

Oh, God.

[Spanish] Should I call

for the ambulance?

-Yeah. Yeah.

-[Spanish] I will! I will!

When did she move in?

Last night...

I knew she was upset about her

husband, but I...I...

I had no idea she would take

her own life.

[crying]

They bought it.

And why wouldn't they?

The police checked with

the hospital,

knew the husband was on his

death bed, and that...

ah...Ruth here was distraught.

She was a mess.

And I'm just a kindly

grandmother that let her in.

[crying]

-[Spanish] They're coming!

[crying]

Come on, Dorothea.

Let's get you away from this.

Come on.

Let's go.

-Some coffee in you will

do you good.

-[Spanish] Yes. Yes, coffee.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[door creaks]

[Dorothea VO] But, a dark cloud

was on the horizon

in the form of that walking

pile of sh*t.

Oh, excuse my French.

Malcolm McKenzie.

And about a month later upon

a midnight dreary, while I

pondered, weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious

volume of forgotten lore.

Suddenly there was a tapping,

as of some one gently rapping,

rapping at my front door.

And no friends,

it wasn't my sweet Lenore.

[knocking]

Dorothea Puente?

Yes, Officer.

Mr. McKenzie and Miss Osborne

here have filed a complaint

against you for felony theft.

[Judge VO] Dorothea Helen

Puente, I hereby sentence you to

five years in state prison.

[gavel slams]

-Not so bad.

If I mind my P's and Q's,

I should be out in half of that.

I had Ricardo to look after the

house, collect rent, pay bills.

Oh, and I found a nice pen pal,

Everson Theadore Gillmouth

of Coos Bay, Oregon.

[Dorothea VO] Ahoy Captain,

may I come aboard?

Your ad has intrigued me.

I am also a widow in search

of companionship

I run a boarding house in

Sacramento,

where I have a beautiful garden,

that I'd love to show

you one day.

I've enclosed a photo myself and

my roses, hopefully you find one

of them attractive.

P. S. I must confess...I am

currently incarcerated on three

counts...

[overlapping dialogue]

-[Everson VO] Dear Dorothea,

what a joy hearing from a fellow

gardener.

A beautiful one at that.

And the roses ain't half

bad either.

I am impressed with your honesty

and your past mistakes are just

that, in the past.

I did time myself in my youth

and know how hard it can be for

people to give a fair shake...

once they hear the word, ex-con.

Well, you have a clean slate in

my book, lovely lady.

[Dorothea VO] After almost three

years of two to three love

letters a week,

[Dorothea VO] and a phone call

once a month, we became an item.

Maybe having gardening and dead

spouses in common was the key.

I didn't mention that I get sea

sick in the bathtub.

Speaking of key,

I had him get in touch with

Ricardo to move into my house.

Even signed him onto my bank

account to cover any repairs to

the house.

-Wait.

You put a guy you never met onto

your bank account?

Yeah. Stupid, I know.

Oh.

But he looked so handsome

in that photo.

Like Lee Majors.

Lee Majors?

Sorry, please continue.

1985 came.

So did my release.

And for the first time...

I can't remember when,

I slathered on the face paint.

Even got one of the new

girls to help me.

The Cyndi Lauper look,

she called it,

whoever the heck that was...

really dolled me up.

Why not?

I was about to come face to face

with the man of my dreams.

Had to look hip.

[song] "My Hill" by Robert Miano

You got ears, I got ears.

Ears are made to listen.

Ears are made to listen.

Lips are made for kissing.

Dorothea?

Is that you?

It's you, baby. Come here.

Come over here.

[laugh]

I need love. This how you're

gonna get your thrill

Oh my God, you look amazing.

Look at you.

[laughs]

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, I can't believe it,

here we are.

Come on, your chaiot awaits you.

Here, get in, baby.

-Thank you.

-We're having fun today.

-Uh-huh.

-Oh yeah.

Come on, rock and roll.

Here we go.

All right.

All right.

Get this bucket going.

-Yeah.

[car starter hesitates]

[engine roars to life]

[song] "My Hill" by Robert Miano

Start livin' it up,

livin' it up, livin' it up

How's it feel to breathe in all

that free fresh air?

Amazing.

[song continues on radio]

I think we stop off in Los

Angeles before we head to Vegas.

Las Vegas?

We'll get married by one of them

Elvis impersonators.

Then a little gambling.

And a lot of nookie.

When we get back,

we'll have a honeymoon

voyage...on the SS Dorothea.

You bought it?

Just a down payment.

How can you afford this?

Don't worry.

We'll sell that old boarding

house of yours.

Realtor says, we can get

a pretty good price...

Calls it, a seller's market.

You okay?

[sigh]

[glovebox button clicks]

You can never be too careful.

What's wrong, honey?

Take me home.

What about Vegas?

Home, now!

Alright, alright, alright.

[radio clicks, song ends]

f*cking hate country music.

Alright.

Alright.

[music]

Let's see now.

Did I miss the turn off?

[music]

Ugh!

No!

Dorothea, don't be so upset.

Ricardo?

Ricardo!

Where is everybody?

I threw them a couple of bucks

and kicked them the hell out.

Realtor says,

that's the way to go.

Where you going, darling?

I hope you're going to

the bedroom.

Cuz I'm horney as hell.

Oh, God, look at this sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Ah!

I found your stash, darling.

And low and behold.

[chuckles]

What have you done?

I used that money as a down

payment for our boat.

Just go back and get my

money back now.

There's no refunds, sweetheart.

But I made a great deal.

A fantastic deal.

A great deal.

Go and get my money back now.

No, you'll see.

We're going to Bali.

Bali and Fiji and Bora Bora.

Yeah.

Yeah.

This is our future, honey.

You have no future.

[music]

Ugh!

[bones cracking]

[music]

[thud]

Help me.

Dorothea?

Help me, please.

I can't move.

Of course not.

Your neck is broken.

[gasping]

[coughing]

Help me.

[coughing]

Dorothea?

Help me.

[moaning]

Help me.

None of that, thief.

[gagging]

Ain't love grand...

[knocking]

Coming.

[sighs]

-Hola.

Oh.

[sighs]

English?

[moaning sound]

I hurry.

[music]

[music]

Please!

Hush.

You brought this on yourself.

[grunting]

[grunting]

Now, tie it up.

Voila.

Now to get the rest a your junk?

[music swells]

[grunting]

[monaing]

[monaing]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[song] "Lover Man" by

Robert Miano

Come on baby

Let me take you by the hand

[springs squeak]

Come on sugar,

let me take you by the hand

[tires on gravel]

You for me, let me be all your

own lover, lover, lover man

Come on baby, lover man,

lover man Mmmmm, baby...

[song ends]

[door slams]

[groaning]

[music]

[whimpering inside coffin]

[grunting]

[sigh]

Bon Voyage, darling.

[music]

[music]

[music]

- Here.

-Good.

[music]

[door slams]

- Hey, good day, mates.

Hurricane Billy at your service.

Have a seat, ma'am.

Tidying up a bit around here,

giving it an old makeover.

[desk creaks]

What's this?

Old Everson, yep.

Why, your Dorothea.

Yep.

See, there was a terrible

mistake...

and I would like my

money returned.

Ma'am, your husband got a ripper

deal on this boat.

He's not my husband.

Well, alrighty.

But clearly on the receipt,

my policy says.

See, Everson used my money,

20,000 to be exact,

without my knowledge or consent.

Seeing that the boat has not

exchanged hands,

I was hoping you could make an

exception in this case and

return my funds.

Now, if you want to go after

Everson for a breach

of contract...

then, that would be just fine.

You just got out of prison,

didn't you?

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Old Everson got a big mouth,

don't he?

Yeah.

He told me you just did a three

year stint out of five

for check fraud.

That has nothing to do

with this.

Oh, but it does.

Yeah, it has everything to

do with it.

See, I think your parole officer

might be interested to know

that you got

$20,000 in cash floating around

that you haven't paid in

restitution to your victims.

Victims?

So take your receipt,

be on your way.

Please, please, please,

Mr. Hurricane.

Mr. Hurricane.

Your boat'll be ready in a week.

I'm just a widow

grandmother that...

Oh, don't turn the waterworks

on me, lady.

Nah, cry all day.

And if you brought that w*tback

for strong arming you better

have another think too.

No.

He's a patsy.

Patsy?

Hear that, fella,

you're a patsy.

He don't speak English.

And the term w*tback, coming

from a funny talk in gringo,

has me itching to put a has me

itching to put a b*llet between

your eyes.

Easy.

Now, give me my money.

Nice and slow.

Dorothea.

Nothing to get excited

about you.

Just relax, lady, relax.

Your money's right here in

the top drawer.

Nice and slow.

- Right here's your cash.

Take it.

[g*nsh*t]

- No.

$50,000 dollars.

No.

[g*nsh*t]

[song] "Count On Me"

by G Tom Mac

I never know where you've

been all night

I don't question all those

things you hide

who's there to blame baby

there's no fight

ain't no sense in making

this a crime

girl you don't have to use me

nah cause you can always

Count on me if it's just some

time to pass

Count on me if it's just some

time to pass

Count on me cause it ain't

something that will last-yeah!

You never lie baby

you're just talk

when you ain't got no one

left at all

What's on your mind when you

when you break that hard

When you ain't got no one

left at all

Yeah you'll come back here to me

Cause you can always

[Dorothea VO] That was that.

You know, I can still taste that

cigarette.

Probably the best smoke

of my life.

It's the little things in this

world that make it...make it all

worthwhile.

[chuckles]

The cab ride home on the other

hand...twenty dollars.

Highway f*ck' robbery.

Excuse my French.

[song] "Count On Me"

by G Tom Mac

Count on me when you're weary

down on your own

Count on me when you can't find

your way home...yeah

[glass shatters]

[fire roars]

[expl*si*n]

[Dorothea VO] Ashes to ashes,

the Phoenix is rising.

Jesus H. Crackers.

Some a the sweetest words ever

put to paper bout yours truly

was going up in smoke

and at my hands to boot.

What am I complaining about,

what's done is done, oh,

back to the phoenix rising.

I started doing charity work.

In addition to donating my time,

that Aussie's money went to good

Hispanic causes

like the Mexican Chamber of

Commerce, in my name of course.

[music]

Running low on cash,

I started renting rooms again

to the less fortunate denizens

of Sacramento.

Wonderful dinners where everyone

cleans their plates and drinks

their drinks.

[silverware clatters]

I'm Alvaro Bert Montoya,

51 years old, and I'm gonna die

by the hands of Dorothea Puente.

[soup slup]

I'm Betty Mae Palmer,

77 years old, and I'm gonna die

at the hands of Dorothea Puente.

I'm Leona Carpenter, I'm 78

years old, and I'm gonna die

at the hands of Dorothea Puente.

[soup slurp]

I'm Vera Fay Martin,

64 years old, and I'm gonna die

at the hands of Dorothea Puente.

[sipping]

I'm James Gallop, 67 years old,

and I'm gonna die at the hands

of Dorothea Puente.

My name is Benjamin Fink.

I'm 55 years old.

And I'm gonna die at the hands

of Dorothea Puente.

I'm Dorothy Miller,

64 years old.

I'm going to die at the hands

of Dorothea Puente.

[sigh]

I moved back in to dig

the graves.

I mean the flower beds,

right Dorothea?

Does everyone enjoying

their soup?

[silverware clatter]

[sigh]

-You know what would be great?

There was a little meat.

-That would be nice.

Unfortunately with the price

of food, it's just impossible.

Here we go again.

Is there something wrong with

spaghetti marinara?

-Marinara, like as in no meat.

-Yep.

-Yeah, there's something

wrong with it.

-With the checks you're

collecting from us,

our socials...

and our disabilities,

we should be having filet mignon

every night.

-sh*t, yeah.

Betty, what have I said about

that type of language in this

house let alone at

the dinner table.

-I am so sorry, Dorothea.

Now, who else is upset about our

current system?

A raise of hands, please.

Ricardo.

If you could finish digging

those flower beds, thank you.

Now?

Yes.

-But I haven't even

finished my soup.

-I'll keep that and a plate

of pasta warm in the oven just

for you.

[silverware clatter]

Excuse me.

[chair drag across floor]

Now let's have a discussion.

Your checks are for more than

the roof over and pillows under

your heads...

and the food in your bellies.

They're also to keep the booze,

drugs, and other social maladies

from reinfecting you.

Keeping us asleep and drugging

our wine shouldn't be expensive.

Gooble gobble.

[LAUGH]

-One of us.

One of us.

-Cheers.

-She gets it.

-Skoal!

-One of us.

One of us.

[LAUGH]

One of us.

-Skoal!

-I...I have one.

May the hinges of friendship

never rust and the wings of love

never drop a feather.

-Amen!

-Here. Here.

-Cheers.

-God, it's not a f*cking

prayer, Vera.

-Well, It's nice.

Bert?

Bert.

Have you been taking your

schizophrenia medication?

And what the f*ck do you

know about it?

[silverware clatter]

Maybe you should go to your room

if you an't manage

a civil tongue.

Maybe you should make me.

[murmuring]

-Let's relax.

We all know there needs to be

a change around here,

starting with a voice on how our

money is being spent.

I feel like we can handle this

diplomatically with a vote...

on how things should be run

here on in.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, I agree.

-I...I cheers to that.

[Dorothea VO] I knew then that I

had a Simn Bolvar in my midst.

-More wine?

[Dorothea VO] Turning

the peasants against me.

[Dorothea VO] Well, this empire

won't go without a fight, b*tch.

Excuse my French.

Keep a happy face.

[Dorothea VO] All is fine.

[Dorothea VO] Make them think

that I'm listening to their

grievances.

[Dorothea VO] A benevolent

leader.

[suspensful music]

[door creaks]

[suspensful music]

[floor creaks]

Dorothea?

[gasps]

Like lambs to the slaughter.

[scream]

[gasps]

[whimpering]

It'll be a beautiful day.

Maybe.

My check come in?

Is that it there?

Suppose you all want to change

our arrangement?

I just want my check.

I told the others to sleep on it

and decide in the morning

how they want to handle

their own affairs.

Fair enough.

Thank you.

[foot steps]

Where are you headed?

The doctors.

Would you mind picking up some

more Dalmane?

You already out?

Yes, we go through it to keep

you all clean and sober.

Fine.

This is the last time.

Yes.

The last time.

[Dorothea VO] Go around looking

for something, once you find it,

you worry about losing it.

[Dorothea VO] Well,

I say once you find that

something slipping away,

[Dorothea VO] wipe it out and

look for something new...

Ricardo!

What is it?

I want three more beds dug

along the fence.

And then, pick up the rose

bushes, I ordered from

Hammer Nursery.

And uh, place them in front

of the beds.

bien. Okay.

[curses in Spanish]

[coughs]

[song] "Talking Bout Girls"

by G Tom Mac

[tenants clamoring]

[Dorothea VO] Suddenly,

they appeared before me.

I heared nothing from their

frothing lips.

[Dorothea VO] ...but I knew

they wanted their checks.

[Dorothea VO] So that they could

drink it, drink it all up.

[Dorothea VO] Drink up every

stinkin' penny.

[Dorothea VO] I had to keep

moving in fear of vomiting upon

them from the thought of it.

[Dorothea VO] I swallowed back

the bile, to expel the words...

[record scratch]

Have a drink on me!

[tenants clamoring]

[song] "Talking Bout Girls"

by G Tom Mac

Talkin' bout girls gets you

wrapped in confusion

Talkin bout girls don't they

have the solution

[tenant's drunken banter]

Talkin bout girls

When your one in a million

My sisters getting out of hand

my mamas out of control

My old man's sneakin' into porno

flicks and whorin' round

I could care less I could get

pissed off just like anyone

[LAUGHTER]

But I'm makin' money hustlin'

pool and I'm just hangin' round

Talkin' bout girls some are

there when you need them

[LAUGHTER]

Talkin' bout girls I've been

searchin' and searchin'

Talkin' bout girls yeah you're

nothin' without 'em

[LAUGHTER]

I could care less I could get

pissed off just like anyone

But I'm makin' money hustlin'

pool and I'm just hangin' round

Talkin' bout girls some are

there when you need them

Talkin' bout girls I've been

searchin' and searchin'

Talkin' bout girls yeah you're

nothin' without 'em

[LAUGHTER]

Tallkin' bout girls go watch

your double feature dad Dugh..

Oh behind these lenses ain't

the bad guy that ya think I am

[Dorothea VO] All day long,

I heard them talking, yelling,

getting blind drunk.

[music]

[Dorothea VO] I sat and waited

and waited. As they went silent,

a calmness swept over me.

[Dorothea VO] My head cleared

and I prepared for her arrival.

[music swells]

[poison fizz]

[KNOCKING]

Yes?

I got it.

Oh, please, come in.

Oh, it's late...I...

Have a drink.

[sigh]

Okay, just one.

[whiskey filling glass]

Thank you.

[cap screwing on]

Mmmmm.

Oh, that's good.

What's up with that?

Oh, a little spring cleaning.

Oh...

In October?

[LAUGH]

Oh, damn.

It's hitting me really hard.

I feel, I feel woosey.

Oh.

I lied about the spring

cleaning, Dorothy.

What?

The tarp, the blankets.

I'm gonna wrap you up and bury

you in the backyard.

God.

Oh, God.

I can't move.

Ha. I coated your glass with

enough...ah...

Dalmane and florazepin to knock

out a whole platoon.

Oh, you didn't have any left.

I lied.

Oh, don't, don't, don't do this.

Shh.

You're dead.

You just don't know it yet.

Oh, no.

Oh, don't.

Shh.

-No.

Oh, oh.

Shh.

This'll help you sleep.

[eerie music]

[Dorothea VO] Ingrates.

Not one of them defending me.

Ganging up like a pack of dogs.

Not a kind word among them

for me, the one that bettered

their miserable lives.

[rotary phone dials]

[rotary phone dials]

Judy.

Hi.

It's, it's Bert Montoya.

Yeah.

I, I know it's late.

I know what time it is.

Well, Judy, okay, listen.

Um...

You said I could call you if

there was trouble.

And, um. Well, I need you to get

me out of here.

The house.

Dorothea's house.

It's her.

There's something wrong with.

Hello?

Hello?

[receiver clicks]

[suspense music]

Dorothea?

[foot steps]

Dorothea?

Hey.

[metal CRACK]

[gagging]

You know there are no phone

calls after 10 PM, Bert.

[gagging]

You took a bad fall, Bert.

[gibberish]

This'll help with your pain.

[Bert whimpering]

No!

No!

[muffled gags]

[Dorothea VO] The shovel knocked

more than his teeth

loose...[laugh]

[Dorothea VO] As his eyes rolled

upon my face,

two and two finally added up fer

'ol Bert and he knew this were

the end...

[tape peeling]

[tape ripping]

Judy, Judy, Judy.

[telephone ringing]

Okay.

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

-Hello. Um.

May I speak to Bert?

-Who is this?

-I apologize.

I'm in social work with

Judy Mois.

Bert called me late last night.

I'm worried that something--

-He moved out.

Went back to Mexico to see

his family.

-Did he--

I knew there would be trouble

the moment I hung up on that

nosy sl*t.

I imagined her running to

the police.

[door clangs shut]

May I help you?

Yes, I would like to report

a missing person.

Has it been 24 hours since you

last seen a heard from

the individual?

No, but, he called me last

night, he sounded scared.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right

there, ma'am.

You have to wait at least 24

hours before you can file

a police report.

My name is Judy Mois.

I'm a social worker and

identification.

Okay.

I'm sorry,

there's not much I can do.

Unless it's been 24 hours,

you have to--

I placed Mr. Montoya at

Dorothea Puente's boarding

house, 1426 F Street.

I'm afraid something

happened to him.

See, he hates his family.

He would never move back there.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I'm Detective John Cabrera.

Did you just say

Dorothea Puente?

Do you know her?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I do.

[TV static]

Dorothy and Bert have moved out.

When?

Last night.

They didn't even say goodbye?

They told me to say goodbye to

you all for them.

Oh, Leona.

Leona, you can have Dorothy's

room now, if you like.

Get you off that sofa and into

a room all your own.

How's that sound?

-Really?

-Wait, where did they go?

Bert went to Mexico.

Dorothy didn't say--

She told me the that she was

going she was going to go to

the doctor, I think.

That's great. Thank you, Ben.

-Did she speak to you about

our checks?

It was all sorted out.

Anyone that wants their check,

just come to my room,

and we'll figure out what is

owed, and work it all out.

May I move into there now?

Of course.

Oh, my gosh.

[Betty clears throat]

Here's the key back to

the liquor cabinet.

-Great booze.

Better than that wine.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[music]

[static and intermittent TV

reception sounds]

[music]

Dorothea!

Over here.

I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm Detective John Cabrera.

Of course, I remember.

But no uniform.

You've been promoted.

Last year.

-Congratulations.

Thank you.

And you remember--

-Judy.

Yes.

Pleasure to see you again.

Sorry if I was short with you on

the phone this morning.

I'm a night owl,

and your call woke me.

That's okay.

Water under the bridge.

Where are my manners?

Would you like to come inside?

Sure. If it's no bother.

-It's no bother.

-Actually,

we're looking for Bert Montoya.

He moved out last night.

Went back to Mexico to see

his family.

Um. The problem with that is he

didn't get on well with

his family.

I...I...I didn't know

about that.

Did he leave a phone number

or an address?

No, but he did say that he would

call once he got settled.

Really?

Might have some fresh lemonade

on the ready.

Come on inside.

-That sounds lovely.

Where is Bert's room?

-Room number one.

The door should be unlocked.

Feel free to chat with

the residents.

I'll go get the refreshments.

Okay.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Well, hello there.

Hey.

Yes?

Are you a real policeman?

A detective.

[laughs]

And who are you?

I am Betty Mae Palmer.

Well, hello there,

Betty Mae Palmer.

Hello to you.

Who are your friends?

This is James.

This is Benjamin.

Hi.

Leona.

Hi, Leona.

Hi.

This is Vera.

Hi.

Hello, Vera.

And that's Ricardo.

Hey, Ricardo.

He's a real detective.

-Like Columbo.

-Well, sort of.

I'm sorry.

I'm looking for information on

your roommate, Bert.

Do any of you know how to

contact him?

Sorry.

No.

-Refreshments, everybody.

Hey, can I use your phone?

Right this way.

[music]

Hi.

Anyone know where Bert went?

No.

No.

-You his social worker?

Yes.

Well, I wish I had a social

worker to look like you.

Never mind him.

He just had a brain

tumor removed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You want to see my scar?

-Yes.

Yes, I'll be right there.

I'm sorry I'm going to

have to leave.

Duty calls.

Nothing serious, I hope.

It appears that a fisherman

found a body in a box by

the riverbank.

Really?

Yeah. The life of a detective

never at all moment.

[laughs]

Judy, we got to go.

Oh, would you like a sandwich

for the road?

Ah, no, thank you.

I ate it earlier.

If you hear anything about Bert,

please let us know.

[Dorothea VO] Haughty b*tch,

sobbing for that schizophrenic,

derelict scum.

If Bert were still kicking,

prolly r*pe her eight ways from

Sunday given half a chance.

[laughs]

She should thank her stars fer

me instead a stickin' her snout

where it don't belong.

Of course,

the moment I hear anything.

-Thank you.

All right. Bye-bye.

Bye.

Okay.

[Dorothea VO] My head was

swimming with the grim task

at hand.

[Dorothea VO] Suspect too much

sun didn't help the situation.

[music]

[Dorothea VO] Fast or slow,

they all was about to go.

[Dorothea VO] My mind raced on

where to bury 'em all.

[Dorothea VO] But,

one task at a time.

[Dorothea VO] Through the years,

I learnt to savor the moment...

[Dorothea VO] and I were

savoring this.

[Dorothea VO] As they all drank

their last drink,

the life drained from their eyes

and all they had ever been

was gone.

[thud]

Thank you.

[giggle]

[sighs]

[Dorothea VO] Though, Betty's

identification would live on

with yours truly's photograph.

[music]

I had her ID, so I continued to

collect her military benefits.

Took the extra precaution.

[rolling thunder]

Remove all identifying parts.

[rolling thunder]

Then as before, wrapping

the bodies, digging the graves,

the lye, the dirt,

and the beautiful roses.

[thunder]

[sighs]

[sighs]

In time,

all just faded memories.

[rolling thunder]

[music]

[thunder]

Oh, it's really cozy.

I think it might be perfect

for me to get back on my feet.

But...

to be honest, all the other

houses I've been at so far just

really made me depressed.

We'll have none of that

here, Eugene.

Plus, I'll help you get the most

out of your Social Security

benefits and Medicare.

Doctors are prescribing

wonderful medicines these days,

like um, Amatripoline,

Nortripoline, Florazepan.

They'll help keep those

blue days away.

[giggles]

-Excuse me.

Dorothea, that Judy lady is on

the phone again.

Donald, please show Eugene

room number one.

I think he'll like

that one best.

Brenda's room?

Yes, her parole was revoked,

remember.

Oh, yeah. Come on, Eugene.

It's Eugene's room now.

Thank you, Dorothea.

Hello, Judy. How are you?

-Any news on Bert?

Yes. His brother-in-law called

just the other day.

I gave him your number.

He hasn't called you yet?

-Someone named Michael Obergon

left a message

saying that he picked up Bert

from your house and took him

to Utah.

Well, then that's that.

Case solved.

Hello?

-I'm afraid not, Miss Puente.

Bert doesn't have

a brother-in-law,

and the man that just

answered your phone

sounded a lot like the man who

left the message.

-That's preposterous.

-I'll be contacting

the police again.

-Fine. Do what you have to do.

Before I knew it,

they would all be here.

And it would all be over.

[music]

[police muttering]

-Well, I think we'd better

get started.

Detective, I can't bear to watch

you dig up my precious roses.

Would you mind if I go down to

the corner coffee shop and wait

till you finish?

Yeah, I think that

should be fine.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

[music]

Alright, come on. Let's go.

-Okie-dokie.

[digging]

[metal clang]

Hit a root?

-I don't know.

It's in there good,

whatever it is.

-Hope it's not a gas line.

-Oh, f*ck.

-Is that a leg bone?

Kowalski!

[song on radio] "Lover Man"

by Zephyr

[Dorothea VO] I knew it wouldn't

be long before they tracked down

the cab

I took from the coffee shop...

to a truck stop in Stockton.

Hitched a ride on this here rig

bound for the City of Angels...

in exchange for a spit and tug

every hundred miles.

Heard on the radio that them

c*ck sucking parasites,

excuse my French.

[moans]

News reporters,

were already there...

[orgasmic scream]

and I was long gone.

[sigh]

[song on jukebox] "Seventh Moon"

by Zephyr

Here you go.

-Thanks.

Here you go, honey.

-My pleasure.

Thank you, Mr. Willgues.

Call me Charles.

And I owe you a thanks

for the wonderful advice you

gave me

on increasing my benefits.

[laughs]

Why don't you come back to my

motel and show me how grateful

you are.

Donna, I like the way you think.

[laughs]

Let's go.

[song on jukebox] "Seventh Moon"

by Zephyr

Dancing on streams of madness

Dancing on streams of madness

[song fades out]

I swear this has never

happened before.

It's okay.

Too much booze is all.

Yeah.

Just because you can't cut

the mustard don't mean you can't

lick the jar.

I hate to repeat myself, but...

I like the way you think.

[Laughter]

[Dorothea moaning]

[TV news report] But they

believe it's a former tenant

of this boarding home,

one of the eight elderly people

who lived here and was recently

reported missing.

The woman believed responsible

for the deaths is 71-year-old

Dorothea Montavo-Puentes,

who had a previous record

of stealing from the elderly

after doping them.

Holy sh*t.

Authorities now suspect the

woman k*lled at least five...

of the tenants and continued to

cash their social

security checks.

She was seen at the boarding

house early yesterday,

hours after the first body was

found in the backyard.

[TV news report] Police today

tried to defend their actions

-Charles, did you say something?

...of questioning Puentes,

but not arresting her.

Do you think it was a mistake

for you guys not to follow her?

-No ma'am. She was free to go.

I have no more right to follow

her than I have a right to

follow you.

You have to understand that.

Nobody wants her in jail worse

than I do, people, but I'm going

to follow the laws.

[Knocking]

LAPD!

I never k*lled anyone.

Checks I cashed, yes.

I used to be a very good person.

[tender music]

What took you so long, John?

Let's go home.

[music]

[Dorothea VO] My trial began on

February 9, 1993.

[Dorothea VO] I was charged with

nine counts of m*rder.

[Dorothea VO] Ha, what a joke!

Maybe a female judge or some

women my age on the jury would

have helped.

[Dorothea VO] ...

and don't get me started on

the f*ck' lawyers...

[Dorothea VO] excuse my French.

[Dorothea VO] Here we go.

Have you reached the verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

If you please.

We the jury,

find Dorothea Puente, guilty.

Yep. I was convicted on three

counts of m*rder.

Benjamin Fink, Leona Carpenter,

and Dorothy Miller.

The jury, after deliberating

for 35 days, remained deadlocked

on six cases.

Ruth Monroe, Everson Theodore

Gilmouth, Betty Mae Palmer,

James Gallop, Vera Faye Martin,

and Alviro Bert Montoya.

That's right, old Bert,

the schizophrenic b*stard that

got me into this pickle.

At least I was spared

the death penalty.

Sentenced to life imprisonment

without the possibility

of parole.

[coughing]

Dorothea, are you okay?

[coughing]

Guard!

Guard, get a doctor in here.

Dorothea?

-Did you get everything?

Yes, yes, it's amazing.

It's Pulitzer.

-Feel ike a weight has

been lifted.

Thank you.

Guard!

-What?

-She's dying.

-Medic!

Dorothea.

Dorothea.

Hey. Hey.

-Get her out of here.

-Alright, come on.

[Dorothea gasping]

-Is she going to be alright?

-Nothing. Start CPR, now.

Try again.

We're losing her.

-Move it.

-Hey, can't I please

stay with her?

[gasps]

Where are we going?

Queenie. I didn't mean to...UGH!

[rapid stabs]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[stabs]

[screaming]

Open up.

Done.

[music]

[gasping]

[somber music]

[Doctor] She looks happy.

[Dorothea VO] Sure,

I was happy and why not.

[Dorothea VO] I lived my life on

my own terms, good or bad.

[Dorothea VO] MINE.

[music]