Search Party

- I understand you three wanna report a missing person?

both: Yes. - Yes, that is right.

We are here to do that.

In an ironic twist of fate,

our friend Dory Sief has gone missing.

- Your Honor, there's a twink that we believed to be dead

who may have kidnapped Dory Sief.

Now, we're currently working on retrieving

his contact information from, um...

a ca--a catering company. - Yeah.

Let me stop you right there.

Dory Sief is not missing.

- What? - No.

- She just wants to be left alone.

Well--well, where is she?

- That is none of my business, nor is it yours, either.

- Um, what the heck are you talking about?

Dory Sief is in hiding,

and it is our duty to protect her privacy.

She let us know she didn't wanna be found

and that you three might come looking for her.

I can't stop you from contacting her further,

but I might just consider this

an unofficial... restraining order.

- What? - That's insane.

Yeah, no.

- I'm sorry, what? What?

She doesn't like you,

and she wants to be left alone.

It's very normal for people like her

who have become unfavorable in the public eye

to drop out of society

to try to build a new life for themselves,

find some peace.

Can't you just respect that?

- God. - Wait...

- Oh, sorry to interrupt. Frank needs you.

- Okay, I'm just very confused right now, as her friend.

Like, did Dory come

and tell you all this personally?

No.

She sent us a beautifully written letter

stating her intentions

that also said she appreciates

the fine and handsome men in blue.

- Are you talking about Dory Sief?

Yeah?

That was such a nice letter.

You could tell she put thought into it.

Oh, and she also included this watercolor painting

of the police seal.

Oh, God.

So nice, and talented.

- If you wanna go down this road,

you can fill out all the paperwork you want,

but just know this:

Dory Sief is safe,

and she just doesn't need to be put through any more hell.

- - We love her here.

And just like that,

I'm talking to Twinkies Catering.

They've got the address of the Twink, yeah.

- Are you serious? - Yeah. So it was that easy.

It was actually that easy. You were of no help, sir.

Thank you for nothing.

- I'm so sorry about that, and thank you for your time.

- Drew! - Yeah, sorry. Okay.

Good morning, sleepy lady.

Where am I?

What's this?

- Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Leave that in.

Leave it in. -

- Oh, careful, careful. No, no, no, no.

The doctor said you need to take it easy for a while.

Okay?

We can't have you walking around

with a concussion.

A concussion?

- Do you remember anything that happened?

I remember...

You were...

upset.

Did you...

Did you hit me?

Oh, my gosh.

No.

No.

You took a really nasty fall when we were out there

hanging up Christmas decorations.

Remember?

With Paula?

- Paula. - Mm-hmm.

She's dead.

You killed her.

- Hey, now, she may be a bit of a busybody,

but I would never kill anyone.

Oh, my head.

- I think you're just really mixed up right now.

Oh.

- I don't think this medicine's working fast enough.

Wait.

Wait. Wait. Oh.

There we go.

Just relax.

Ooh.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just breathe and relax.

Okay?

You think you did a lot of things

that you didn't do.

I'm here to help you.

But I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to trust me.

And I need you to just...

breathe.

And relax.

- - Yeah.

Focus...

On the sound of my voice,

just fine

as it is,

and any feeling you may or may not have

and any thought you may or may not have

will feel just...

fine as it is.

- Guess it is kind of nice to be on the water.

I do feel like the water's, like, kind of healing in a way.

Hey, El, Twinkies Catering--

they didn't say anything about the Twink having,

like, a criminal record or anything, right?

- No, all the catering company said to me was,

his name's Zacky Twiggs, he's 30 years old,

and he's mostly a bottom.

That's all the info I have on him.

- Kay. - Drewby, I'm so confused.

Can you just please tell me where you've been

for, like, the whole past three months?

- Yeah, I was just living at home

with my parents in Chicago.

Doing what?

- Uh, just chilling and eating and--

yeah, just was chilling, good.

- So who's Cindy? - That's nice.

- What? - She keeps texting you.

- Ooh! - No, no, no, no, no, no.

That's just-- no, it's just an app.

That's an app that-- and it texts you cute things,

like, so you don't feel so sad and lonely,

and the app's name is Cindy.

- No, it's not. - So that's it.

- Okay, this is it.

- This is it? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Okay, you guys. You guys.

Honestly, my concern here is that it's, like, too obvious

that a kidnapper lives here. Do you know what I mean?

- I mean, this is the houseboat.

Drew, knock on the door.

- Wait, wait, no. - Knock on the door.

Knock on the door. - You have to.

Why do I have to go in there?

- Because he knows what Portia looks like,

he was at my wedding, he's gonna remember me,

and I'm sorry, Drew, but you don't have kids,

you're not married; like, you kinda can bow out of life.

- Okay, I'm sorry, do you guys have

some secret kids that I don't know about?

Okay, this is crazy!

Why are we doing this? This sucks!

Why are we risking our lives? Let's just go.

- Okay, you know what, Drew? You're a baby.

You're a big baby. - I am not a baby.

- Yes, you're a big baby. - I am not.

- I can't believe you're gonna make me do it.

- Then go do it. - The girl that got honeyed.

The girl that got honeyed is gonna do it, but guess what?

Because I'm brave and I'm strong

and I have guilt, so I'm gonna do it.

Don't try to stop me. - Okay.

- Have fun. Have fun. - Thank you.

- Big girl. - So much.

No shrimp today, thanks.

Uh...

it's not--it's the-- it's the mail woman.

I have a package, a very big package for you.

- Ugh. All right, one second.

Where's the package?

Did something happen to the big package?

- - Portia!

- Ow! Ow! My hand. My hand.

Go, get her, get her, get her!

- Okay, okay, okay! - Oh, my God.

- I punched him! I punched him!

I don't think that's him!

- I punched him! - Oh, my God.

Okay, she's not even in here, and there's so much shrimp!

It reeks.

Oh, my God!

You guys hurt me so bad! - Stop. Stop.