It's just a text. It doesn't necessarily mean the worst.
His daughter sent him a text that said, "Are you with Dory?"
Okay? That is not a good sign.
Yeah. Well, maybe we'll just kill and bury her, too, huh?
Shouldn't be a problem for us.
I mean, Jesus, Dory, I thought you said
you weren't even close with him.
I wasn't. I didn't know
that h-he told anyone about me!
Yeah, well, his daughter knows your name.
So that actually seems very close to me.
Maybe she means a different Dory.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Exactly how much does the daughter know about you?
There's no way for me to know.
I didn't know that she knew anything about me.
It's so gross and sad.
She's still texting him like he's still alive.
Oh, God, should we just text back, "I'm dead?"
Dory, Dory, think,
is there any reason to suspect that his family
might know that Keith is in Montreal
- or that you're with him? - Okay.
There is literally no way for me
to know what he told people about me.
None of this would be an issue if he was still alive.
- God damn it, Dory. - Okay. Guys, guys, guys!
I don't know what you want me to say. All right?
I barely knew the guy. I only knew him for 2 weeks.
Okay. Everybody shut up!
Let's not freak out about this.
We have no idea what his daughter knows.
And there's a crack in this.
- God damn it. - Guys, let's not freak out.
If only there was a way to make it seem like he was still alive.
Obviously, Portia.
Maybe we can make it seem like Keith never died here.
Okay? Maybe he was, like, on a vacation.
And we take all of his stuff.
And we put it on a train or something.
And we put it far away. Do you know what I mean?
Yeah.
That's actually not the worst idea.
Yeah, Dory, because sometimes I have good ideas, too.
Jesus, Dory, stop touching everything.
The less fingerprints, the better.
Okay. Yeah, I-I-I just want to make sure
that there's no, like, P.I. photos of me or anything.
I don't want to leave a trace.
Did you guys have sex in here?
- No. - No, okay.
Well, you don't have to lie to me, Dory.
- Because I know you did. - We didn't have sex in here.
I know you did! I can feel it. I can feel it.
Okay, we only did it once!
God, Jesus, Dory,
I don't want to hear that.
What the hell is this?!
Matthieu, I trusted you!
And this is how you repay me?!
No. No, no, it's not what it looks like.
Do I look stupid to you?!
You wake up in bed with another woman
and expect me to believe that nothing happened?!
You're a pig, just like all men!
- What did we do? - Nothing.
Okay? Nothing happened.
She snored the entire night.
I was pushing her off me.
And I-I was begging her.
I was begging her to stop. Okay?
My mother warned me about guys like you.
All you crave is sex, sex, sex!
That's not true! I'm a romantic.
Matthieu, get out!
This seems like a fine place, right?
I bet people leave cars here for days. Nobody cares.
Yeah. So when we go in there, I think you should be the one
to buy the ticket. All right?
In case they I.D. because you're a man.
You guys are so hard to find.
This car really blends in with the environment.
Okay. Can you just park the car?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Trying to have a little fun.
Okay. So I'll be right back.
Young woman, you forgot your telephone.
Oh, um, no, I didn't. Thank you, though.
Yes, you did. It's right there.
I can see it.
No, look, I-I have my cellphone.
So I'm fine. But thank you, though.
Then you have two telephones.
No, I don't.
You walked to that seat and stuck your telephone in it.
And then you walked away. And I watched you do every bit of it.
Oh, my gosh, you're right.
Okay. Thank you.
Oh, shit.
Loss of impulse control,
accelerated sex drive,
absence of accountability.
See? It was definitely the sleeping pills.
I would never consciously betray you like that.
Hey, hi, hi, hi. Hi. We got to go.
- We got to go right now. - Why? Where's Dory?
Uh, well, she's at the Drummondville station.
- Why? - We'll tell you in the car, babe.
Just go clean up your little hideout and let's go.
Okay. But I was going to make eggs in a basket.
Chop, chop, Chantal, chop, chop!
- It'll be... - It's going to be so fun.
Yeah, it'll be fun. It's a road trip.
- Okay! So good. - Yeah. It'll be fun, Chantal.
- It'll be fun. - Whoo! Whoo!
Is she okay? Where's Dory?
Everything's fine. Dory's just trapped on the train.
So we just need to make this look like we were never here
and get out as soon as possible.
Okay. Okay. All right.
Someone left poop streaks on the upstairs toilet.
I'm going to flush it a few times.
Okay. Hey, let's try to be out of here in 20, please.
Go Katie Bird!
You got it, Katie.
Let's go... shoot.
You all right, sweetie? You okay?
All right. Hey. Come on. Get up.
Chantal, are you, like, scared of what people
are going to think when you get home?
What do you mean?
I just think about if it were my family
and, like, if I ran away for no good reason like a child,
they would be so mad.
I...
I mean, I hadn't thought about it like that, so...
Oh, I hate change.
Hi, Dory, great to see you here in Drummondville.
I need air! I just... I need a little air.
- Oh. - I need a little air.
- Okay. - I'm feeling...
What's going on? What's... What's going on?
I think she's just a little nervy about going home.
I said something. Sorry. I'm sorry.
I just, like...
My family's going to think that I'm such a disgusting,
disappointing, stupid idiot!
Agnes is going to kill me.
And Agnes' Aunt Noni is going to kill me.
Everyone's going to kill me.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, Chantal, look at me.
Look at me. Take a deep breath.
Everything's going to be okay.
You're just under a lot of pressure.
No, I'm not under pressure!
I'm a stupid idiot! Everything thinks so!
My mom thinks I'm an idiot. My dad thinks I'm an idiot.
My sister definitely thinks I'm an idiot.
And now I'm just going to go ho...
I don't know what I'm going to do.
I don't want to go home.
I don't... I don't...
- I don't... - You know, Chantal,
hey, hey, hey. Listen. Guess what.
You don't have to tell people the truth.
What do you mean?
Well, I-if you're feeling anxious, you know,
about what people will think about you
or, you know, Agnes' Aunt Noni,
you don't even have to tell people that we found you
- in her house. - Oh, my God, Chantal,
I'd be feeling so anxious about that, too.
Yeah, I mean, that's true.
Yeah. So don't say that. Just don't say that.
I mean, Chantal, we are here for you.
We will literally say whatever you want us to say.
Yes.
Okay? Right, guys?
100%, Chantal.
- Yes, yeah. - Okay.
Um, I mean, this is kind of weird.
But I...
I wrote this poem a few years ago,
um, that I really thought was going to do the rounds online,
but everyone just decided to hate it,
um, about, this motel in New Hampshire.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Okay, that's a start.
And my first plan when I ran away
was to hide out in a hotel in New Hampshire
kind of as like a "screw you" to everybody. You know?
Still kind of regret that I didn't do that.
- Yeah. - Oh, well...
well, what if... if we love that poem?
And... And somehow, in reading it, we were able to...
to figure out where you were?
And, you know, none of us ever even had to be in Montreal.
- Yeah. - Yeah. I mean,
does that make sense? Mmhmm.
Yeah, I mean...
- Yeah, I guess I'd be into that. - Yeah?
I honestly love how this is all coming together.
All right, guys. Passports.
And nobody has anything weird on them
like Canadian cocaine, do they?
- Nope. - No.
- We finished it. - I, uh,
I just want to remind everyone
that my passport is fake in case
that makes anybody uncomfortable.
What? Sorry, Chantal,
you say you don't have your real passport with you?
- No, I left everything behind. - Oh, my God.
Chantal, that's a federal felony. Do you know that?
Why didn't you say this earlier, Chantal?
I did! I just did!
So if you're not comfortable, you should get out.
We're not going to get out of the car
because we're right in front of border patrol!
- Okay? - We could literally
all be detained, Chantal!
- Aah! - "Margaret Wartime."
Your name is Margaret Wartime?!
I don't know. It's from Chinatown.
- Wha... - Why did you pick
Margaret Wartime? It sounds like a fake name!
Should we turn around? Should we just turn around?
No. No. Guys, stop it. You're really freaking me out.
Well, you should be freaking out, Chantal!
Guys, none of us know Margaret Wartime.
She's a hitchhiker.
We picked her up on our way because we're nice.
And we let her have the front seat?!
- God. - All right. Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Portia.
- No. Turn around. - Portia, Portia, Portia, stop.
- Okay. I'm okay. - It's okay. You're okay.
Morning, officer. What's going down?
- Morning. - Morning.
It's a beautiful day, huh?
I got five in the car. We're just coming from Montreal.
So we had a nice, quaint little weekend there.
It was really sweet.
Yeah, we, um, stayed at the Radisson downtown.
And they had a pool and everything,
which we weren't even expecting.
The French is confusing, too.
I didn't know we were going to be busting out
the Rosetta Stone, you know what I'm talking?
Yeah. Can you roll this window down?
Yeah, totally.
Everything all right, officer?
Just never seen this before.
Seen what, exactly?
Are you on "Surviving Essex"?
Yes.
I am.
You are the very first celebrity
I've ever seen come through here.
- Oh! - She's a gay icon.
Can I get a selfie of you giving me a kiss on the cheek?
Oh, I would love to kiss you on the cheek!
Okay. Hey, hold on to these, champ.
Absolutely. Thank you, sir.
Aww.
- Okay. Ready? - Yeah, hold on.
One, two, three. Aww.
Get both your lips on there.
Okay.
We're here.
Chantal, you got everything, babe?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
Well, it was such an honor to find you personally,
Chantal, and know that you're just home safe and sound.
And I would love to get brunch with you soon, girl.
Yes.
Okay.
You know, Chantal, actually...
what if we kind of came in with you for a second
and, um, helped you settle in, you know,
Just to go... go over explaining everything that happened?
You know, we could help you with that a little bit.
What do you think?
Yeah? Guys, is that something we could do?
- Mm-hmm. - Sure.
Yeah. Sure.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Let's do it. Let's go.
Go inside. That sounds good.
Oh! Ms. Linda! Ms. Linda!
Ms. Linda!
Ms. Linda! Oh! Oh!
- Ms. Linda! Oh, my God! - Jesus, what is it, Chana?!
Robert! Robert!
Mommyyyyy!
Chantal! It's Chantal!
Oh, my God!
I'm so sorry.
Oh, God.
Chantal!
Oh, sweetie.
- Come on. - Oh.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Well, you did it, Dory.
You saved Chantal.
Thank you.
This is so uncomfortable.
Are we supposed to co-mingle or, like, give them space?
Do you guys think that, like, maybe we could
all spend the night together tonight?
- I really kind of need that. - Yeah, of course.
You can... you can stay with us today.
- Thanks, booboo. - Yeah, Dory,
I think you should find somewhere else to stay tonight.
Maybe I could just come by to get some stuff
and clothes, like, for the night, though?
I don't know. I mean,
you don't live there anymore.
So I don't think you can just invite yourself over.
Hi. I thought I should tell you that Chantal is okay.
She's just in the shower.
Poor thing looks like she's been run over by a freight truck.
I want to apologize for my conduct at Chantal's vigil.
I should've listened to you, and I didn't.
It's... It's really okay.
I mean, it all worked out, right?
I have issues with women exercising authority over me.
So I'm trying to work through that.
Okay.
For what it's worth, I'm deeply ashamed.
Mm.
I love you guys so much.
Aww.
I feel like I owe you a huge apology.
No, my God, baby. What makes you say that?
Katherine, I'm so sorry that I ruined your bridal shower.
Chantal, no way.
You'll never understand how hard it was for me
to watch you plan your perfect wedding,
all the while, concealing that my life w-was in danger.
What kind of danger?
I thought I was going to die every single day.
How, honey?
God damn it, Linda, let her talk.
I was seeing someone, um,
that thrived on keeping me
in a state of paranoia and f-fear.
Oh, my God.
Did he do that to you?
What?
Oh!
Oh, my God, baby.
Yeah, we, um, actually we found her at a motel.
Yeah. We found her camping out in a motel
in, um, in New Hampshire.
And we were very big fans of her poem,
her fantastic poem.
Do you guys remember, um, "Dirty Old Motel"?
Yeah. I-I think so.
Um, "Sitting on the floor of a dirty old motel",
counting down the minutes till my compass works again,
"somewhere between Massachusetts and Maine, dirty old motel."
Oh.
If we hadn't known, uh, Chantal to be
the kind of artist who really escapes into
her own art, uh, I don't think we ever would've figured it out.
Life imitating art, incredible.
I don't think there is any greater horror in life
than when a parent and child are separated.
That is absolutely right.
Well said, Robert.
I would go so far as to say that,
when a man and his future sister-in-law are separated,
that perhaps that is the second greatest horror in life,
of course, after two sisters are separated.
So parent and sister, and then sister's husband,
I'd say that's the order.
Okay, Ted.
You know, it's kind of a shame that I never want to go back
to Montreal, like, ever again.
I thought it was really cute.
Yeah, I think I'll go back, like, in a few years, probably.
- Mm-hmm. - I want to go back.
We're going to be the only people we know
who have gone through something like this.
No, Dory. Um, no, I mean, for all we know...
about "taboos" like this.
- It's in our culture. - I have to admit,
- Yeah, but, no. - Do you know what I mean?
Because it's bonding in a sense, right?
We're, like, bonded.
Yeah, not really.
I mean, there's something deeply...
...deeply disturbed about that girl.
Yeah. Thank you for saying that.
Thank you so much for saying that.
Because I feel like, as a woman, it made me so angry.
Because it's not okay to lie about abuse.
Oh, my God, I would never lie about abuse.
- And I lied about cancer. - I know. I know.
I mean, it's kind of like the worst thing you could do.
You guys, I just have to say, I have a really good feeling
that everything's going to be okay.
Like, thinking back on it,
we did such a sophisticated job
covering this up.
Yeah, let's hope so.
Everything's going to be okay.
You know why?
Because we're good people.
We're good people.
Yes. Yes.
Yeah. And, you know, that...
that's the way that we should look at it.
You know? I-Is that...
we are good people who were subjected
to a-a really unfortunate situation.
Yeah. Yeah.
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