In the gripping sixth episode of "The Horror of Dolores Roach," Dolores embarks on a fraught encounter with Sophia, Nellie's ebullient grandmother, in flat 3B, seeking answers about Dominic. The initial meeting proves tumultuous, as the overzealous grandmother shoves Dolores away, leaving her disheartened. Meanwhile, downstairs, the eatery thrives, its success palpable. Witnessing this prosperity firsthand, Jonah impulsively suggests to Luis that they expand their horizons by franchising the business. However, his meddlesome nature rubs Luis the wrong way, sparking a confrontation with the landlord's son.
Into this tense atmosphere strides Hector, a shadowy drug dealer, requesting a therapeutic massage from the reluctant Dolores. Despite her misgivings about associating with Marcie's underworld cronies, Dolores reluctantly acquiesces, leading him to the basement for further interrogation. As they delve into Marcie's mysterious disappearance, a chilling web of connections emerges, intertwining it with Gideon's vanishing act. Dolores grapples with the urge to eliminate Hector, fearful that he's piecing together the puzzle and may soon accuse her.
Amidst their discourse, Hector suddenly complains of dizziness, his condition rapidly deteriorating as Dolores realizes, with horror, that she'd inadvertently exposed him to coconut oil, triggering his severe nut allergy. In a desperate bid to save his life, Dolores frantically searches his belongings and finds his EpiPen. But in the fray, her panic overtakes her, and without realizing, she jabs the life-saving device through his chest, fatally wounding him. Hector's eyes glaze over, his life extinguished by an unforeseen turn of events.
With a heavy heart, Dolores ascends from the basement, only to confront Luis, who's accompanied by an unexpected healthcare inspector. The eatery's patrons are baffled by this sudden visit, yet Luis remains unfazed. Dolores, her voice laced with subtext, reveals the grim secret hidden below, dropping cryptic hints about Hector's demise.
Just as the tension threatens to boil over, Ruthie arrives, brandishing fresh intel on Gideon's whereabouts. Her cunning allows her to crack his phone, uncovering a pacemaker tracking app that leads her straight to Empanada Loca. The stage is now set for an even more sinister revelation, as the web of deceit and horror continues to tighten its grip on all involved.
Dolores, acutely aware of Ruthie's unraveling of Gideon's whereabouts, knew the truth could no longer be swept under the rug. Her voice rose to a screech as she commanded Ruthie to depart, her words echoing through the air with finality. Yet, Ruthie's resolve to delve deeper lingered, until the grim discovery of Hector's lifeless form sprawled across the table sent a chill down her spine.
As Ruthie attempted a hasty retreat, Dolores' swift reflexes snared her back, the tension palpable. Meanwhile, the healthcare inspector's ears pricked at the muffled commotion below, her curiosity piqued. Luis, ever the diplomat, cunningly redirected her attention with a tour of the bustling kitchen, his words weaving a charming distraction.
Ruthie and Dolores stood toe-to-toe in a tense standoff, each sizing up the other. Ruthie feigned innocence, conceding to step aside, her protestations of ignorance ringing hollow. Dolores, unconvinced, pressed her advantage, shoving Hector's gruesome remains into Ruthie's view, a silent accusation.
The drama escalated when Hector miraculously stirred, only to be met with Dolores' swift and brutal knife strike, ending his brief reprieve. Without hesitation, she turned her attention to Ruthie, suffocating the life out of her in a merciless act, bringing her reign of terror to a swift and violent close.
The health inspector, her curiosity piqued anew, requested access to the shadowy depths of the basement storage. Luis, his lies as smooth as silk, led her downward, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls. The insistent beep of a pacemaker pierced the silence, but Luis spun a tale of a faulty smoke alarm, promising swift repairs. The inspector, seemingly swayed by his plausible fiction, turned on her heel and departed, none the wiser to the horrors that lay hidden just beyond her reach.
Luis imparts to Dolores with a mixed blessing: their enterprise has garnered an impressive A-grade, yet their triumph is marred by the unwelcome presence of two lifeless bodies. Undeterred by the accolade, Luis embarks on the grim task of extracting blood from the deceased, leaving Dolores to confront a sobering discovery—Gideon's pacemaker, a glaring piece of evidence overlooked by Luis' haste.
Fueled by indignation, Dolores rushes outdoors, seeking solace in the fresh air, only to be inadvertently jostled by Jeremiah's truck's flapping mirror. His confession is jarring—he knows of her bloody deeds yet harbors no intention of exposing her to the law. Instead, he requests her aid in dispatching others, revealing a sinister motive.
Dolores is jolted into realization; she, in her rage, has unwittingly shattered Jeremiah's innocence. Firmly declining his macabre proposal, she turns on her heel and strides away.
Returning to the eatery, Dolores' voice is stern as she issues an ultimatum to Luis: the reign of murder must cease. Her own status as a serial killer, with Hector and Ruthie's lives now weighing heavily on her conscience, is undeniable. With Jeremiah's involvement a looming threat, they stand precariously close to capture. She whispers a proposal, a whisper of escape: a fresh start in a distant land, a chance to wash away their sins.
Dolores urges Luis to secure their funds, offering a glimmer of hope through Jonah's buyout deal, before embarking on their own path of redemption, leaving behind the bloodstained trails of their past.
