DOTTIE: 

Dottie, a swamp-side fisher with a love for failure, and an untamed spirit. She’s caught every musty shoe, rusty bucket, and questionable secrets that lurk below. If fish exist, they’re either extinct or just too scared of her groovy dance moves. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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DOTTIE'S TESTIMONY:

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Int - Interrogation Room - Day

INVESTEGATOR

Take your time, Dottie. Just tell me what you saw.

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DOTTIE

Blonde hair with chunks of black and white,

like some mangy dog. Skin shimmered like fish

scales. And she had these... things on her

neck—like gills, I swear. If she was a

person, God really botched the

blueprints.

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INVESTEGATOR

You're sure? Gills?

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DOTTIE

I fish, Mister. I know gills when I see 'em.​

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Beat.

DOTTIE

Strutting. Proudly like she'd just won a trophy for

something twisted.

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INVESTEGATOR

And April?

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DOTTIE

I found her in her bed. Face all peaceful, like she

was dreaming... 'cept for the nail scissors jammed

between her eyes....I guess welcome to Kansas City; 

Where the fish walk and the people die in their beds.