♪♪
Woman: Chantal?!
Chantal?!
Man: Chantal?!
Chantal?!
All: Chantal?!
♪♪
Woman: Girl,
you standin' in shit.
Huh?
Nasty.
Don't wear them
on the train.
Make the whole MTA
smell like shit.
♪♪
♪ Obedear,
the sky is low watch ♪
♪ Fluent seamen
rig their rudders, so... ♪
So, Kristine
runs up to us
with, like, shards of glass
literally still in her hair.
Mm-hmm.
And she's, like,
"Help me flip my car over!"
And I was like,
"No. Call the police."
You know, and, like,
I felt so bad for her,
but it was like,
"You can't bring us
into your mess," you know?
This is not enough
ketchup.
I'm gonna need
some more ketchup, sweetie.
Do you guys remember that girl
Chantal Witherbottom?
Mm.
Uh, no. Who is that?
I do feel like
I remember that name.
She was like --
She was like this girl --
You know, we went to college
with her.
She -- I'm just
trying to think of
a way
you would remember her.
Um...here, look.
Do you have ketchup?
Oh.
Dory: Remember?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, she sucked.
Why'd she suck?
Because she had
nothing to offer.
She always, like,
brushing her hair in public.
Yeah.
It's, like,
brush it home, please.
Right.
She was always just,
like, around,
and she was, um --
I mean,
she was very jealous of me.
Do you?
Portia:
It was -- It was like --
No. I don't
recognize her, no.
It wasn't always that way.
Nice picture, though.
Because,
you guys remember?
Hey, big man!
It was, like, off the bat,
I was cast as a freshman
in all the plays.
And, you know, it was, like,
some people got it,
but her job
was to read lines with me.
Uh-huh.
So, she didn't
like that.
Well,
she's gone missing.
What do you mean
"gone missing"?
She's, like,
a missing person.
There's posters of her,
like, all over the city.
Dory,
what happened to her?
I mean, she's missing.
Well, where is she?
That's --
That's the question.
Why?
Portia,
no one at the table knows.
[ Voice breaking ]
Oh, my God.
I feel like -- I feel like
I'm about to cry.
I know, right?
I mean, it's insane.
Dor...did I sleep with
that waiter a few years ago?
I don-- I don't know.
Because he's acting like
he doesn't remember me.
Drew: And we've been severely
under-ketchuped.
Excuse me. Hey.
It's just crazy 'cause we --
we were friends.
Friends?
You just described her as
"That girl,
Chantal Witherbottom."
Yeah, but...she was
really nice to me.
You know, I felt like
she had a really good heart.
Don't you think
it's so sad?
I think it's sad.
It's sad.
I hope she's okay.
Mm-hmm.
Drew: You got crap
in your teeth.
What?
Come here.
Let me dig it out.
Oh, no, it's okay.
Oh, come on.
No, I'm still eating.
[ Giggles ]
Never mind, it's --
Excuse me. Yes.
You or your friend.
♪ I got a roof ♪
♪ Got a roof ♪
♪ Got a master plan ♪
♪ Still I don't give a hoot ♪
♪ I'm on signs,
and I'm on the news ♪
Woman: Chantal Witherbottom
was pursing an MFA in poetry
when she finally
achieved her goal
of self-publishing
her collection of poems.
And then she disappeared
under mysterious circumstances.
Drew: Babe.
Last seen at
her sister's bridal shower
at their family home
in Chappaqua, New York...
Babe.
...Witherbottom's sister
Elizabeth told officials...
Babe. Baby.
...she sent Chantal on
an errand to pick up cupcakes.
Yo.
But she never returned.
Babe!
Hi.
I need to eat now.
[ Beep ]
♪ She tastes like
heat and rain ♪
♪ She tastes like
heat and ra-a-in ♪
♪ She tastes like
heat and rain ♪
You know...
♪ She tastes like
heat and ra-a-in ♪
...I think I'm gonna do that
Leading Women to Lead thing.
That's something you think
I'd be good at, right?
♪ Something
I could be good at ♪
♪ Something
I could be good at ♪
♪ What are you talking
abo-o-ut? ♪
♪ What is up with you,
Dory? ♪
[ Grunting,
breathing heavily ]
Do you want me to --
Aw! Shh. Shh.
Don't talk, baby.
Come on. Don't talk. Don't talk.
Don't talk.
Shh. Shh.
Oh, you almost ready?
Yeah.
Here we go.
[ Grunting ]
Are you okay?
Yeah.
My foot's cramping.
[ Exhales sharply ]
♪♪
Goodwill. Goodwill.
Oh, God. What was I thinking?
Goodwill.
Ah!
This I have been saving
for you.
To do what with?
Wear it.
Oh, yeah, of cour--
Yeah. Oh, okay.
You could belt it.
It's perfect.
Yeah.
Oh, wait.
How on earth are you gonna
carry all this stuff
10 blocks?
I just thought
I'd get an Uber...
Perfect!
...and then I could just pick up
the dry-cleaning on my way back.
Dory, how is it
that you are so good
at all this stuff
no one else wants to do?
Yeah.
I'm just happy I could help.
♪♪
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Look, my parents
were very progressive,
which was great.
Yeah, they were great.
Oh! Hey! One second.
And, um...
And right now I'm working
for a major artist.
I'm producing her show.
I can't really say who she is,
but, um, she's huge.
Um, I'm a stylist.
I'm a designer.
I can act if I need to.
I could curate.
I really
just like projects.
I should introduce you
to Martine.
Oh, I love Martine.
[ Chuckles ]
She's amazing,
so no introduction needed.
Portia: Yeah, but it's just so
cute because "Surviving Essex"
is, like, my parents'
favorite show,
and so they are so sweet
and excited,
and, like, they get it
because I'm --
I'm kind of doing it
as an actor now, which is --
I don't know if you're, like,
a creative type --
I don't really watch TV,
so...
Dory, do you know
my friend Alyssa?
No. Hi.
Hi.
Elliott:
Alyssa's a chef at Glasserie,
and Corinne
is a designer at Vogue.
Oh, wow.
This is Dory.
She is my friend...
from college.
Can I, um, talk to you
for a moment?
Sure.
So, Drew...
were the LSATs hard?
Yeah, I wouldn't know.
I, um --
I go to business school.
Ohh.
We don't take that.
I --
Hey, Portia.
Hi!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Why? Why?
Well, I saw your post
about your friend.
Chantal?
Oh!
It's so hard.
[ Voice breaking ]
Yeah. Thank you for asking.
No, of course.
That's so sweet of you.
[ Normal voice ]
I'm okay.
Good.
I just hope she is.
Yeah. Totally.
We just hope
she's having a moment.
But you are --
Like, your support
means so much to me
and to, like, her family.
Oh, of course.
Of course. Yeah.
Thank you.
Marc, if it looks like
I was flirting,
it's probably 'cause I was,
okay?
It's part of my work,
and you have to be comfortable
with that.
Okay,
but as your boyfriend --
Uh! That word!
Okay,
I swallow your cum.
Shh.
I take your mom to lunch
every Sunday.
To me -- To me,
that means "boyfriend."
Okay, look, look.
I think what we have
is so, so, so,
so, so, so special.
But when you use
that term,
it just kind of undoes
all of that, okay?
If you're gonna make this
into a problem,
I feel like
you should go home.
But we are in love!
See, I feel like we're
saying the same thing.
I set a Google alert
for Chantal,
but it keeps updating
me with this woman who
has the same name,
who just turned 115
in Miami.
Hmm.
Which is, you know,
impressive, but...
[ Grunts ]
What?
Dory!
Don't look! Don't!
Oh, my God.
Should I say hi to him first,
or wait till he says --
[ Whispering ] He's coming.
Which one should I do?
I don't know, but he's here.
He's here.
[ Normal voice ] Hey.
Hey. Hey.
Hi.
[ Laughs ]
Hey, what's up?
Hey.
How you doing?
I'm okay.
Good.
Yeah.
Well, hey, I-I think
I'm gonna head out of here.
Oh, but you
just got here.
Yeah, I just --
I just realized
I'm not really up for this.
But, hey, it's good to see you.
It's been a minute.
Yeah.
You're not still working
for that rich lady, right?
No.
All right.
I-I mean, no, yeah,
yeah, I am,
but it's just like --
just for now.
Sure. Sure.
Yeah.
Cool.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
This is nice.
Mm.
Uh...
Bye.
I made you a little drink.
Thanks.
[ Both chuckle ]
♪♪
[ Muffled shouting in distance ]
Should we do something?
There's no point.
Something terrible
could be happening.
Yeah, something terrible
is happening everywhere
all the time.
[ Thudding, shouting continues ]
Oh, my God.
Okay.
This is horrible.
Yeah.
This is horrible.
Okay, how about this?
If we hear, like,
a glass shatter
or something like that,
I'll go over there.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
[ Glass shatters ]
Oh, my God!
Uh, yeah, I don't --
I -- That could have
been anything.
I don't know.
I just -- Look.
Honestly, if you want
to go over there
and deal with that,
that's fine.
I don't know.
Wha-- Well,
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do, either.
Dory, I can't...
[ Shouting continues ]
[ Papers rustling ]
Paulette: Okay, so...
Look, these girls,
these teenage girls,
they're a very,
very special breed.
They're smart.
They're driven.
They're skillful.
They're passionate.
These girls
need to be challenged,
and I just feel that with you,
they would --
They'd be bored
out of their minds.
I mean [Chuckles] I read
all four pages
of your personal statement,
and...
it -- it seems
to paint a picture
of someone who's immobile,
someone stuck, perhaps.
I-I mean, I [Sighs]
Honestly, you're not even
equipped to teach ticktacktoe.
Right. Um...
I think, uh...
what I was trying
to express was, um...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm, uh -- I'm having a little
trouble finding my words.
[ Stammers ]
Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
I-I-I'm so sorry.
Look, it's just not
a good match.
That's it.
It's clear-cut.
I just feel
a little lost.
Um...
I -- I didn't even really
want to do this program, really.
But I thought
it would feel nice.
It's just, like, everybody
can tell me what I can't do.
But nobody can tell me
what I can do.
How'd it go?
I didn't get it.
What? Oh, my God.
That's crazy.
Yeah.
Well, do you think
they switched up your
application or something?
No, no.
I think they just hated me.
Oh, no.
Nobody hates you.
Come on. Hey.
Yeah?
Let's get
some ice cream.
No, I don't want
ice cream.
I'll get you
Moose Tracks.
I know you like
Moose Tracks.
No, I -- I don't want
any right now.
Okay.
What do you want?
I got you. What do you want?
I want --
I really want you
to just walk like
10 steps behind me
just for...now, okay?
Come on.
I'm not gonna walk --
Here. Come on.
Look, you're upset, all right?
Yeah.
Let's just
take a deep breath, huh?
All right, this is not
the end of the world.
This is, what, some thing?
It's whatever.
I know that. I know that.
It's just whatever.
Look, honestly, when I tend
to get overwhelmed,
I like to just chill out
and think about the things
I'm grateful for --
you, my mom --
Would you please
stop talking?
Please stop talking.
Okay.
Just no words. Just stop.
No. No.
Absolutely.
Yes.
Hey, give me a hug.
Come on.
No, I don't
want a hug, Drew!
Listen to me...
I get it.
I don't want a hug,
I don't want ice cream,
I don't want to
take a deep breath
and think about
what I'm thankful for.
I just want you
to shut the fuck up.
Could you do that for me?
Yeah.
I'm just trying to help --
I said,
"Shut the fuck up!"
I said,
"Shut the fuck up!"
Why can't you do
anything I ask you to do?!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!!
[ Horns honk in distance ]
What's up?
Hey.
Hi.
Hi, guys.
[ Chuckles ]
Hey, Elizabeth.
Hi.
Hey. Good.
How are you?
♪♪
I've just been, like,
waking up,
like, in cold sweats
every morning.
Really?
Yeah, and, like,
in a good way, though.
Pull me down.
Have you been
to, like, a doctor?
Yeah.
Elliott:
Hi, Mark.
Oh, hey!
Elliott!
Hey!
[ Laughs ]
Uh, Luke, uh, Elliott.
Hi. I'm Luke.
Hi.
Are you guys friends?
Uh, well, we met last night,
and now we're here, so --
Right, right, right.
Shh, shh, shh. So sorry.
Um, It's just crazy because
this has been my yoga class
for probably three years now,
give or take a few,
so this guest appearance,
which seems like
such a fun coincidence, is
clearly a very calculated move.
Okay, well,
it is a great class.
Yeah, I love Danielle.
We're very close friends.
[ Both sigh ]
Portia: Hi!
Um, is my mom around?
She is. You can go on in.
Great.
Oh, and congratulations.
Thank you.
[ Knock on door ]
Hi, Mom!
Mom, why are you eating?
We're supposed to get lunch.
I'll be ready in two.
Okay.
[ Chuckles ] It's so sweet
of your receptionist.
She was congratulating me.
I'm, like, so embarrassed
that you can't stop
telling people.
Congratulating you
for what?
"Surviving Essex."
What?
It's the show that I got
the audition and then I got.
Hey, superstar.
[ Chuckles nervously ]
Congratulations --
Senior Policy Adviser?
Get out of town.
Oh, no.
No, that's --
No, that's not me.
That's my sister, Alexa.
I'm -- I'm just Portia.
Oh! Sorry.
It's okay.
Cool.
Eric,
have you had lunch yet?
I have.
Well, why don't you join us
and have some iced tea?
Otherwise
we'll be bored to death.
Sounds great.
[ Knock on door ]
Hey, uh --
Hey, w-what are you doing here?
Um...
can I come in?
Uh, no.
No, it's actually
not a good time.
Oh. Okay.
Yeah, yeah.
Are you seeing somebody?
Y-- No, I mean --
It doesn't matter.
I don't want to know,
actually.
I came here just because
I wanted to, uh,
ask you something,
and, uh, you know,
you're a real honest guy.
[ Chuckles nervously ]
I just wanted to ask,
uh,
what did you even...
like about me,
like, when we were together,
you know?
Come on.
Thanks.
[ Clears throat ]
Julian:
Jimmy, stop the timer.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize.
I can go.
I mean, I don't want to get
in the way of your education.
It's fine.
So, did you stop
the journalist thing, or --
No, no, no.
I'm still a journalist.
I just like
helping the kids.
Oh.
So, tell me and Jimmy
what's up.
Well, it's mainly just...
all this Chantal stuff.
It's just really
got me thinking --
Chantal?
Yeah.
You know she's missing,
right?
It's so, so scary.
What does Chantal
have to do with you?
Well, it's just --
It's made me wonder.
Like,
would anyone even care
if something bad
happened to me?
You're doing that victim-y thing
again.
Well, I'm just very upset
by it all, you know?
And it's --
it's devastating.
Yeah, for her,
but not for you.
Am I not allowed to feel sad
for somebody else?
Jimmy, if someone died
that you didn't know,
would you be sad?
Don't --
That's not fair.
Jimmy, please don't answer
that question, okay?
Okay, look, look --
You asked me to be honest,
so I'm just gonna say this --
I think you've decided
that this matters to you
because you have
nothing else.
I forgot, um...
how you can be.
And...
And I forgot
that I forgot that.
So, no.
I-It didn't answer my question.
Uh, I'm gonna go.
Jimmy, best of luck.
[ Sighs ]
All right, Jimmy.
Let's get you
into college.
[ Muffled shouting in distance ]
[ Loud thud ]
April: Just a second.
Cool.
Drew:
Hi. How's it going?
It's fine.
Oh, cool.
Um, hey, you know,
if you ever need, um,
a safe place to hang out,
we're right upstairs,
and we got
a really comfy couch
and a hot shower,
and, um --
Look, honestly,
I know what it's like
when things get bad,
and that guy you're with is,
like, a total jerk.
It's nuts,
and I want you to know
it's not your fault.
What's the matter with you?
Noth--
Do you have, like,
a little dick or something?
Oh, um --
"Oh, we've got
a really comfy couch,
and we want
to help you out"?
Well, that part's true.
Get the fuck
out of my business,
you baby-cock bitch.
Okay, good shit. Yeah.
You're a bitch.
Uh-huh.
Get the fuck out of my --
Yes.
Can you speak English?
I do, yeah.
Do you speak English?
Uh-huh.
Get the fuck on
out of my fucking house!!
Sorry.
I want to say sorry about this.
Fuck you!
Okay. Good stuff.
I can smell your dick from here,
you piece of shit!
Understood.
Whoa!
♪♪
Man: Chantal?!
Nancy: I've got to go.
Cover me.
Pammy: Oh, Jesus.
Are you kidding me?
There's nobody out here.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Sighs ]
Man: Chantal?!
[ Urinating ]
Oh, Jesus, Nancy!
Sorry.
God!
I'm sorry.
[ Gasps ]
♪ I came down over
the sleeping mountains ♪
♪ Where our wide toes plunged
into the weeping shale ♪
♪ To tear our skin up
off from the bottom ♪
♪ Leaves our ankles bare ♪
♪ Don't just wander
back and forth and leave it ♪
♪ Build it into
pinnacles and shrines of some ♪
♪ Some ghastly predicament ♪
Pammy: Richard!!
Pammy?!
Come here, quick!
You got something?
♪ To a bed of hairs with me
all coiled up near the bottom ♪
♪ With my chest unbared ♪
Chantal?
♪ Obedear, the sky is low ♪
Hey, i-it's me.
It's Dory, from college.
♪ Gather up, it's harm in gauze
with grateful arms ♪
♪ Obedear, the sky is low ♪
Oh.
I'm coming in.
♪ Gather up, it's harm in gauze
with grateful arms ♪
♪♪
That's her blouse.
♪ Obedear,
the sky is low watch ♪
That's Chantal's blouse.
♪ Fluent seamen
rig their rudders, so they'll ♪
♪ Graze it
with their wind arrows ♪
♪ 'Tis in the fathoms that,
that they brush below ♪
♪♪