The Horror of Dolores Roach (2023): Season 1, Episode 6 - Blink Twice - full transcript

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So good
to meet you, Mrs. Morris.

I used to live with your dead
friend's grandson, Dominic,

and I'm hoping
you can help me find him

so I can strangle his ass
with my bare hands

for cheating on me
and setting me up

to take the fall for him
for 16 years.

I told you, kid,

I'm not interested
in being on the radio.

Oh, no, I'm not...

I-I brought you some empanadas.

You better not be
a Jehovah's Witness.



I left you people in '72.
It turns out, I like Christmas.

No, I'm not...

I'm not a Jehovah's Witness.
I'm, like, uh...

Hi. Hi, Mrs. Morris,
I'm Dolores Roach...

Are you even serious?

- I'm a friend of your...
- Oh, I know exactly

- who you are.
- Oh, you do?

- And you got some nerve showing up here.
- I do?

- After what you did to Dominic?
- What I did to Dom...

No, I don't think you...

I don't think you know
the whole story.

- With all due respect...
- Mm.

You did or did not serve time

at New York State
Correctional Facility



for possession with intent
and assaulting a cop?

- Yeah, I did. I did do that.
- Mm-hmm.

- You embarrassed your man.
- Wait, what?

And his abuela.
The entire neighborhood

was talking about
you for months.

Please, can I just...

Can I... Can I explain to you?

Uh, look, I brought snacks.

My friend died in shame.

Vete pa' el carajo, puta sucia.

What? What?

If I could just explain...

Jesus,
I am recording in here.

Do you not understand...
Oh, sorry.

Oh, do you have

a, uh, like, 3:00 p.m.
available?

Okay, great.

Just... keep it down.
For me.

You know, I'm just
at my work. Okay, bye.

If I can't kill
Dominic, goddamn,

I'd love to scratch that itch
with podcast boy.

I'm a puta sucia?

Only for fucking her friend's
grandson's double-dipping dick.

Fucking smart-ass Luis.

Nellie will help me.

I don't need Sophia to like me,

I just need her to tell me
what she knows about Dominic.

I didn't, like,
go to Wharton,

but I-I didn't
not go to Wharton,

you know what I mean?

Okay, I-I took a ton

of business classes there
while I was at Penn,

and I've got a real head
for it, like my dad,

so-so just know that
I know what I'm talking about

- when I say this, okay?
- Sure.

Franchising.

I... I know
what you're thinking.

Uh, I don't think you do, man.

I see so much potential
in this place.

Luis, imagine
Muy Loco and Muy Loca empanadas

in every neighborhood.

Okay, I-I took a leap
and I had these made,

all right?

Welcome to Empanada Loca,
may I take your order?

Wow, y'all rehearse that?

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, thanks.

So, uh, where you think

you're gonna put
a drive-through in Manhattan?

Well you're already
in Manhattan, right?

Next is Jersey,
the whole tristate area...

across the world, even.
You're thinking too small.

And you, my friend,
are not thinking at all.

Well, I didn't mean...

I am an artiste, okay?

My work is bespoke.

You think they would
franchise Wolfgang Puck?

- Well, actually...
- Yeah, but I get it, though, bro.

I get it, man.

You think because
you are who you are

and I am who I am,
that I can be bought.

- No. No, no, no, no, no...
- Well, you know what, you don't realize that is

some real privileged,
colonialist thinking.

I am not for sale.
I cannot be bought.

I am not catering to the masses,

which would be a decline
in my quality,

just for you to go ahead
and culturally appropriate

my work and make money
off of my legacy.

You got that?

Luis, you'd make money, too.

- Tell him, Dolores, it's a good idea.
- Nah, girl.

I don't want to get
in the middle of this one.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry.

I-I was just, um, inspired

by-by the way you care
about this place.

Yeah? Well, go inspire yourself
out the damn door, then, okay?

Okay, I'll get out of your hair.
I'll get out of your hair.

Jonah, it was
such a good idea.

You were... Jonah,
you were doing such a good job.

Luis, he was
just trying to help.

- For who? Himself?
- No, both of you.

He doesn't want to work
for his father anymore,

and he just wants to do

- his own thing.
- Oh, yeah?

Oh, his own thing?
How would you know that, huh?

What the hell's going on
between you two?

Well, we're just...
vibin' or whatever.

Oh. They just vibin'
or whatever.

Oh, fuck,
now he'll never leave.

You should think
about it.

Yeah. Enjoy your
fifth lunch break.

Banana.

Oh, yeah, um, somebody from

Hudson University
called this morning,

and they were asking about,
uh, your application.

Oh, yeah. All right,
yeah, that's, um...

I'm gonna get to that.
Thank you, thank you.

Shit, man.

So busy today, right?

I know, right?

Who knew that
Caleb Sweetzer dude

had, like, a actual following?

- By the way...
- Mm-hmm?

...where'd you go this morning?

I just went upstairs
to, uh, talk to Sophia.

Why?

'Cause I wanted to see
if she knew where Dominic is.

Thought you were off that shit.

I'm not
"on" that shit.

Like, I don't satisfy you?

Not if all you do
is bite my thighs

and lick up your own come.

Come on, man, it doesn't have

anything to do with you.

Well, if we keep doing
what we're doing,

- yeah, it is.
- No.

Well, you said you didn't want
to see me hurt anymore, right?

- So I got to go and find out...
- Well, what about my feelings?

Why the fuck is this
about your feelings?

Oh, I'm not allowed
to feel feelings?

Of course you're allowed
to feel feelings.

I feel things.
I feel things, mami.

I feel things for you.
Like I want to be with you.

But if you want to go ahead
and be with somebody else...

I don't. I don't, though.

- I don't.
- Yo!

- You ready for me, mami?
- Sorry?

I got an appointment
in a few minutes.

Yeah, for Hector. That's me.

What, you thought
my mama named me Fatfuck?

Nah, mami, that was
my first grade teacher.

Well, can you come back, please?
'Cause we're kind of

- in the middle of something...
- Nah, we good.

We good. She free.

- Do what you got to do.
- Oh, I'm free? Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much, I'm so glad
I got your permission.

Zángano.

You know, I don't usually get
time in the middle of the day

for a massage,
but my boss is, like, MIA.

Go ahead, Hector. Ladies first.

Oh, I'm not taking my eyes off
of you for one second, shithead.

Damn.

So down here's where
the magic happens, huh?

If you think you're
getting a hand job,

you can turn right back
the fuck around.

I didn't
mean it like that.

These magic hands
might have

to squeeze that neck so hard,

a dove pops out his ass.

The table or the bed?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Nah, nah,
I didn't mean it like that.

You really are a hard-ass bitch,

and I don't mean that
in a bad way neither, mami.

Marcie a hard-ass bitch, too.

Or she was.

Yeah?

So where's she at?

No fucking clue.

She been riding me

for three years straight, so...

figured I could use a break.

This baby can hold me, right?

Oh, it's held at least as much.

I'm gonna get ready.

You undress to the level
of your comfort.

You seen this Ruthie
bitch that's been poking around?

Yeah.

What about her?

'Cause, yo,

she said there's actually
two people missing,

Marcie and some dude,
Pearl-something.

Oh, yeah?

Uh, you think, uh,
they're connected?

I don't know.

That's why I came
down here to see you.

Say it,
motherfucker, I dare you.

Say this was the last place
your boss was seen.

You got any allergies
I should know about?

Just nuts.

That's how you know I ain't gay.

All right, I'm gonna have
to go under your shirt.

Cool.

Oh, damn, shorty.

Shit.

Mmm.

You know, I didn't know
what to expect,

'cause Marcie really thought
this whole shit was a front,

you know, 'cause you worked for
that bitch Dominic or whatever.

Oh, it's like
he wants me to do it.

Fuck, I'm, like, getting
a little dizzy, though.

It's just
the blood circulating.

Take a deep breath.

Nah, for real.

I'm, like...

What's-what's in that oil?

It's coconut.

I told you I'm a...
allergic.

It's... To-to nuts! It's...
Coconut is a fruit!

It's not a nut!

- No! No, no...
- Oh, Jesus fuck,

I didn't mean it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Hector! What?
- Epi!

- Epi! Epi, epi!
- What are you fucking saying?

- What, is it... What?
- Epi!

Okay, what, what? Shit,

you got a lot of shit!
What the fuck!

I wasn't really gonna kill him,
I just meant, like, if I had to.

Huh? What the hell? Okay.

Where?
You got a lot of pockets, bro.

Oh, how do I use this thing?

How do I fucking use it?

Okay, I'm trying! Okay!

What... What, do I...

I just probably put it
in your heart like...

like Pulp Fiction? Right?

Hector? Come...

No, no, no, no! Hector!

Hector!

What the fuck? No.

Another one's dead.
Goddamn it.

If somebody had
to die on my table,

I wanted to use my own...

This candle smells so nice.

Like cinnamon.

Oh...

I mean,
up until recently,

I didn't even know
the word "empanada."

Is this your first time
having one?

Mr. Pearlman
had, uh, asked us

about some concerns
and asked us to stop by.

Oh. Well, the more unexpected,
the better.

That way you get to see how
immaculate I keep this place

on a daily basis,
even when it gets busy.

You do
seem very popular.

Well, that's 'cause,
and I mean this,

we serve the community.

Just like the sign says.
That's my secret.

Oh, Dolores,
come here. Come here.

Wha... What's going on?

Uh, Shayna, meet Dolores Roach,

Magic Hands herself.

Dolores, Shayna Goldwin,
health inspector

keeping New York safe and clean.

- It's good to meet you, Shayna.
- How'd it go with Hector?

- He's... gone now.
- That was quick.

Oh.

That is interesting.

Very interesting.

Let me finish here
with Ms. Goldwin,

then I want to hear
all about that.

Sure thing.
Sure thing.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Health Inspector.

Shayna,
welcome to my kitchen.

Fucking
health inspector?

How am I gonna
get him off the table

alone with her upstairs?

What the fuck?

- I never don't find them.
- Oh, G...

Ruthie, what are you...
I mean...

You scared
the shit out of me.

I got something I got
to talk to you about.

I know, Dominic's still alive,

but I don't really
have time right now.

- I'm sorry, it's a bad time.
- Dominic's alive?

That'd be a twist.

That's not why you're here?

No.

I'm here for this.

Those texts from father to son,

the spelling, the cadence,
it was all off.

So I get my hands
on the phone records,

and it says that
those texts came from

a cell tower
in Gowanus, Brooklyn.

Now, that's odd.

Awfully far from
any of his properties.

So I schlep out there,
and what do you know?

The phone is just
sitting on a bench

by the LIRR that
goes to Ronkonkoma,

like it was waiting
there for me.

So I unlock it
on the third try...

last four digits of his Social...

and there's an app on there

that's connected to...

...his pacemaker.

Isn't technology wonderful?

I-If you're looking
for Jonah, he's not here,

but you could probably
ask Nellie upstairs...

See, the app tracks
the location of the pacemaker,

and it tells me that
said pacemaker is here.

So I says to myself, I says,

"Ruthie, that doesn't add up."

The man's got gambling
debts in Atlantic City,

a phone in Gowanus,

and his heart
in Washington Heights?

No.

That's why I don't
trust those things,

the phone, because they're...

"Last little mouse in the trap."

Dame Agatha Christie's

longest-running
play in the world.

You got anything you want to

get off your chest, Dolores?

It would be
in your best interest...

to walk away now.

Really?

Where are you going? No.

Dolores,

what has thou done?

Get off!

Come on!

What's going on down there?

Ah, it's just
Dolores down there,

you know, doing aerobics.

She's got to stay in shape

to give massages
all day long, right?

And she's your business partner
only, or...?

Come on, go work.

Go to work, come on. Dale.

Come on.
We got global cuisine to sell.

All right, I want to show
you something real quick.

I don't like to brag, but nobody

organizes their meat like I do.

This right here is,
uh, Dominican steak...

Low-rent bitch.

I don't want to be
a serial killer!

Well, Mr. Batista...

Luis, please.
Mr. Batista was my old man.

That basement is
strictly residential,

- correct?
- That is correct.

You do have some dry goods

down there, though, don't you?

If there is any food storage
at all down there,

I'm duty-bound to get
my eyes on it before I go.

Looks
like you're just trying

to get into my apartment
now, right?

Never mind, I'm sorry.

Uh, we will go down to
the basement soon, Shayna!

We will go down to
the basement soon, real soon,

but before we do that, uh,

I cannot let you
leave my kitchen

without showing you my babies.

Check this out. Everybody
thinks that Japanese knives

are the way to go,
but, nah, what you really want

are German blades.

Why won't this lady
fucking die?

Okay. Okay, Roach,

I got to level with you.

You put up a good fight,

but you don't get to be
as old as I am

in the business that I'm in

if you're not prepared
to gut someone

like a pig, and I am,

and I have, and I will again,

so you're gonna let me
walk right out of here,

and we're both gonna pretend
that none of this

- ever happened.
- You think I'm stupid?

I let you walk out of here,
you go straight to the cops.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I want
the cops in my business?

Look, I don't want to kill you.

And you don't want to kill me,

'cause I haven't missed
a matinee in 18 years,

five months and three days.

People will notice,

people who don't
just carry stun guns.

I got a following.

So... are we okay here?

Pulp Fiction, bitch? Really?

Fuckin' die.

"Out, out, brief candle."

MacBeth: act five,

scene five.

Watch your step...

Oh, my. Okay.

Oh, and, uh, all dry storage

is over here
in my private pantry,

cleanest place in the building.

Oh, and that
right there is a, uh,

a busted smoke alarm.

Yeah, started
going off last night,

but I picked up
batteries this morning.

- That's a safety violation, right?
- Yeah.

But I, uh, I'll let it pass,

as long as you get
that broken step fixed.

- Consider it done.
- Good.

Wait,
what about that room?

Oh, uh, that's nothing.

Dolores's bedroom.
Her little spa.

There's no
food storage in there.

Maybe I'll have to come
back sometime for a massage.

Yes, yes, you will. Another day.

Yes, you will.
Absolutely, you will.

Okay.

Oh, fuck. Not again. Fuck.

Dolores? It's just me.

We got an A-minus, yo.

Oh...

Mami's been busy.

These are gonna make
so many fucking empanadas.

But I got to butcher
them both in a few hours,

or else we can't use them.

'Cause, like, ideally, mami,

you could have
spread these two out,

'cause this is gonna be,
like, a challenge, even for me.

I didn't bring her here.
She found me, okay?

Look, Dolores, that's her job.

Yo, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

- What are you doing? Yo.
- I'm doing what you

should have done
in the first place

when you took it out
of his fucking chest,

you fuckface!

Okay, whoa. Oh, oh, oh.
Okay, which one of us...

- Which one of us hired her...
- The only reason this is happening is because...

- ...to find the shitbag criminal...
- ...you left the fucking phone

- in Gowanus.
- ...ex-boyfriend, okay, huh?

- What the fuck did you think...
- And that idea was brilliant...

...would happen when you brought
a finder into our lives?

...in comparison
to you keeping the fucking

pacemaker as a trophy,

- which led that bitch right here.
- Okay, okay.

Mira, mira.

You can either antagonize

or you can collaborize.

- Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
- Okay?

Whew!

I once used
a prison toilet

during a salmonella outbreak,

but this is the most revolting
thing I've ever seen.

This is
gonna be a minute.

Body this size...

Got, like, eight quarts
of blood in it.

Yo, yo, if you're gonna puke,
you got to get out of here.

This is a food prep space, okay?

Do not contaminate my meat.

- All right?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Oh, hey, girl.

There was a lot of noises
coming from down there.

Are you okay?

I need air.

I need a baptism
in the filthy river.

I need a lobotomy.

Jesus Christ, and now there
are two more dead people

who will have even more
live people looking for them.

Dolores! Dolores, you okay?

You okay?

I didn't see you.

I promise I didn't see you.

Can you walk? Are you sure?

Lean on me.

If you're following me,

you're not being
particularly chill about it.

I was,

but I lost you at a light.

- Seriously?
- Shh-shh-shh.

Anybody can triangulate you
through radio waves:

the Pentagon,

anybody.

What?
Are you high, man?

No, I'm not Luis.

I like being able to think.

Talia says that
you need a clear head

in order to tap into
the universal fabric.

- Who's Talia?
- My wife.

I didn't know you were married.

Yeah, she died.

Oh, Jeremiah...

No, well, it was just her body.

I know you know what I mean.

Just a body.

Look, the body's...
just a container.

Right?

I know you see these...
these things the way I do.

I know you do.

'Cause...

I know what
you're doing, Dolores.

I know what you're doing.

What are you talking about?

So, you just got out of prison
for a violent offense,

and you're not back here a week

before the landlord
goes missing,

and then, all of a sudden,

Luis is making some
new kind of empanada

that neither his dad nor he
made a day before in their life,

with meat
that they didn't get from me

or anybody else that I know.

Then the local dealer...

...who hasn't stepped off that
block in the last 15 years

so much as to take
a piss, is gone.

Then you take your little trip

up to New York
State Correctional.

I followed you.

I was visiting a friend.

Then Ruthie shows up,
and there's no way

you can tell me that
that girl ain't connected.

Okay, you got to stop with
this conspiracy theory shit.

What are you saying?

What am I saying?
What am I saying?

I'm saying that
food services like mine

are getting squeezed out.

I'm saying

that I'm drowning in IOUs.

I am saying...

...that I got people

that I want disappeared, too.

I'm saying I saw that musical

with that lady
from Murder, She Wrote.

I'm saying I want in.

Oh, my God.

I broke Jeremiah.

Jeremiah...

...you got it so wrong.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

He's making you do this
against your will,

isn't he?

Blink twice.

Blink twice,

and I will smuggle you
into the back of that truck,

take you over the bridge,

and you can run away to anywhere
you want to run away to.

Thank you for the steak.

I got to go.

Like killing people's
not bad enough,

now I made that sweet man
think it's okay?

It's got to end.

Hey. Hey,

I thought something
happened to you.

I was worried.

Listen, man,

I just doubled the body count.

And there's no way
that, any minute,

there won't be three more Jonahs

walking in that door,
looking for family

and friends and drug dealers.

But we could build a whole
new life together, Luis,

you and me.

How are we gonna do that?

You're gonna accept
Jonah's offer.

Not to franchise,

but you're gonna
let him buy you out

and then we're gonna
take that money,

and then we're gonna run.