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Woman: Chantal?!

Chantal?!

Man: Chantal?!

Chantal?!

Chantal?!

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.

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.

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.

Never mind, it's --

Excuse me. Yes.

You or your friend.

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.

You know...

...I think I'm gonna do that

Leading Women to Lead thing.

That's something you think

I'd be good at, right?

[ 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.