Worst Roommate Ever (2022) s01e01 Episode Script

Call Me Grandma

The voices that talk to you, did they go away with the medicine? - No, they didn't go away.
- They didn't go away.
Do you think if you took medicine for a couple of weeks, they would go away? The medicine makes you too sick.
The medicine makes you sick? How is it living at detox compared to a boarding home? I think it's better in a boarding home.
Better in a boarding home! Okay.
If we could find a good boarding house for you, would you prefer to go there? Yes.
Okay, we'll try and do that.
Do you like living where you're living now? Yeah, I like it.
Was there a mechanism in place at that time to catch someone like Dorothea Puente? What was the beef jerky? I used to I used to be a very good person at one time.
What did they have? They had their little Social Security check.
And they had their life.
That's all they had! They didn't have cars, didn't have houses! They didn't have a lot of clothes! They didn't have anything! She took their checks away from them, and she took their lives away from them! The state took this first day to weave a bizarre tale of deception, fraud, and murder.
They claim Dorothea Puente plotted the murders to collect on about $50,000 in assistance checks.
Prosecutor John O'Mara used a combination of visual aids and gruesome home video to make his point.
We, the jury, in the above-entitled cause, find the defendant, Dorothea Montalvo Puente, guilty of the crime of murder in the first degree.
The defendant is to be imprisoned in the state prison for a term of life without possibility of parole.
A jury has convicted California landlady Dorothea Puente of murder.
She was charged with killing nine people and cashing their Social Security checks.
The jury declared her guilty of three murders and deadlocked on six others.
What area would you like to live in, in a boarding home? - What area? - Uh-huh.
Yeah, do you like the downtown area, or do you like to be out in the country? - Do you like this area around here? - Yeah.

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