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Previously on
"God Friended Me"...

I got a good friend,

teaches marketing over at Harlem College.

You should take his class.

- You're DJ Trek?
- I also go by Nia.

It's Eli.

You gonna give him another shot?

I don't know.
Not sure what to do.

The Blue Danube
has a house band.

We could meet here
and walk over.

Yes.

That's the piece of the
God Account code I sent you.

You want to find Falken?
Post it on the internet,

lure him out of whatever hole
he's been hiding in.

Make him come to us.

New York City,

the most diverse city
in the world,

but in a time where
technology and faith

have collided instead of
providing a way for us

to share our ideas
and our beliefs,

we're left feeling
more disconnected than ever.

That's why my podcast
is so relevant.

The Millennial Prophet
is a podcast destination

for those looking to bridge
the divide

between believer
and non-believer.

Thank you, Miles.

Your assignment this week is
to perfect your elevator pitch.

Now turn to the person next
to you,

and this is your new partner.

I want you to familiarize
yourself

with each other's products
and give productive feedback.

See you next week.

Hi, partner.

I'll send you a link
to my podcast

so you can listen to a few
episodes before we meet.

I've already listened.
I like it.

You've a voice, Miles.
I think it's gonna catch on.

Wow, thanks.

I did have one question about
your podcast.

This God Account you talk about,

is that for real?

The account, yes. God, no.

So when you get
a Friend Suggestion,

you have to figure out
how to help them?

Yeah, and it's not easy.

Here we go.

Wait.

Are you messing with me?

No, they send me
a Friend Suggestion

when I'm talking about them,

they're probably
listening to us right now.

Yeah, it's 2018,

our phones are listening
to all of us.

So how are you going to find
this Blair Lewis?

I have no clue.

Excuse me,
can you hold the elevator?

Thanks.

No worries.

Having a good day?

For a human beach ball,
it's as good as it gets.

You?

- So far, so good.
- All right.

- I take that back.
- What's happening?

I think the elevator stalled.

It's okay. I'll call security.

I think it's broken.

We're stuck and nobody knows
we're in here.

We got to get out of here now.

Don't worry, I'll call 911.

But there's no service.

Hey. Hey! We're stuck in here!

Can someone please call
the fire department?

My doctor told me
not to put myself

in stressful situations.

It can induce labor,
and my baby is breech.

I can only deliver by c-section.

Okay. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me,

My name is Miles. This is Nia,

and we're here with you.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm Blair.

So have you picked a name yet?

No, I'm hoping I'll be
inspired when he arrives.

Mymy mom didn't have a
name before I was born either.

She said that

a name is a mother's
first gift to her child,

so she wanted it to have
a very special meaning.

So when I was born,
my mother looked at me

and saw the face of my father

and she saw the face
of her father,

both of whom marched
on Washington and Selma

for equality.

My mother never wanted me
to forget

the miles and miles that
my father and my grandfather

walked for my Civil Rights.

That's beautiful, Miles.

You okay?

I think I am.

Thank God.

Who knows what would
have happened

if you two hadn't been there
to talk me down?

Thank you, guys. I owe you one.

I'm glad we could help.

You sure did.

Thank you, Miles.
Thank you, Nia.

Talk about
a great elevator pitch.

You knew exactly
how to help her.

So that's it?
Just on to the next one?

Usually I'll get another
Friend Suggestion

to let me know that my work
here is done.

Um...

kind of like this.

But it usually doesn't
happen this fast.

Well, Miles, looks like
you're gonna have a busy day.

Morning.

Morning.

What?

I have to meet someone
about a story.

Let me guess. Miles?

Great guess.

Have you told him we're dating?

No.

I mean, this just happened.

Miles and I are just friends,

but you're right.
I should tell him.

We send out a piece of
the God Account's code

hoping to lure out Falken,

and instead we got every
nut job on the Dark Web

claiming to actually be Falken.

Can you blame them?

Falken's been an urban legend
for almost a decade.

Nobody knows who he really is,
beyond being a genius coder

and a giant fan of the movie
"War Games."

You ever read
his manifestos on AI

that he posted when he first
appeared on the chat rooms?

They are sublime.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Gogo back up to that message
from FIBONACCI61.

Fibonacci?
As in the mathematician.

The God Account's
got a thing for Fibonacci.

Open it.

1,600, 400,
with coordinates to a location.

It's for Strawberry Fields
in Central Park.

The seed pattern on strawberries

adhere to the Fibonacci
sequence.

Whoever this is, they're legit.

Wait, so you and a girl from
class saved a pregnant lady?

No, no, no. We talked her down

from having a panic attack

and saved ourselves
from delivering her baby.

You made me come
all the way over here,

and you've already helped
your Friend Suggestion?

Okay, sorry, guys. Sorry.

Lucy and I might have made
contact with someone

who knows Falken.

- No way. Who are they?
- I don't know.

Justthey go by the username

and they sent us coordinates
related to the sequence,

and they want to meet later
this afternoon.

- Is it legit?
- Not sure.

Let Lucy and me check
this one out first.

I don't want to scare him off
with too many people.

Okay, well, I'm gonna head out,

Unless there's anything else...
Actually, yeah, after Blair,

I got a new Friend Suggestion,

and this time I'm really not
sure how we can help.

Come on. We always say that.

How bad could their problem be?

His name is Sal Thompkins,

71, he was a divorce lawyer,

and as of a month ago...

he's dead.

Yeah, that's pretty bad.

How does the God account
expect me to help a dead guy?

Well, think of this way...
You can't make it any worse.

Maybe we're supposed to help
someone he left behind.

Did he have any family?

Nah, according to his obituary

he had no surviving relatives.

His wife died years ago.

Then why send
the Friend Suggestion now?

Guys, I think I know.

His estate sale's today
at his brownstone in Brooklyn.

Well, whatever's going on

it looks like the answer's
at Sal's brownstone.

I love estate sales.

You guys ever seen
"Estate Sale Wars"?

I am obsessed.

You don't think it's weird,

shopping for a dead person's
stuff?

Absolutely not.

- Nice paintings.
- Look around.

There's no photos of his wife
or friends.

So how do you know
what's for sale?

Everything is for sale.

- This fork is for sale?
- Yeah.

- That lamp is for sale?
- Yeah.

- Can we focus?
- Okay.

This a three-floor brownstone.

We need to divide and conquer.

There has to be something
in here

that will tell us what
we're supposed to do for Sal.

Hopefully,
we'll know it when we see it.

Dad, I'm sure Trish will be
here soon.

- I know.
- I thought detected

some nerves.

Why would I be nervous?

Trish and I have gone out
on one date.

It was a very nice time,

and so we are going
to go out again.

It is as simple as that.

Right.

And there she is.

Dad, she's a fox.

- Trish.
- Hey, Arthur.

- How are you?
- Good, how are you?

Good to see you.

I'd like you to meet
my daughter, Ali.

I'm a hugger.

I'm a hugger too.

I'm so glad we're getting
to do this.

Thank you.

So your dad has told me so much
about you and Miles.

Everything good I assume.

I want to thank you so much
for fixing my dad's sax.

You should hear him play.
He hasn't lost a step.

I don't know
that I would go that far.

I keep telling him he needs
to get out and play.

I mean, don't they have

those open mic nights
for musicians?

They do, and, in fact,

my friend who runs
the Blue Danube,

he puts one on every
Saturday night.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
that is tomorrow night.

- That would be so much fun.
- No.

Arthur, this is so low key.

We could pack the house with
family and friends.

I would really love
to hear you play.

Sure, why not?

Yes.

So how did your date
with Eli go, by the way?

Yeah, it went well.

You gonna see him again?

Yeah, well, I mean, probably.

Cool.

Hey, you guys find anything?

Not yet.

What?

My dad has this same desk
in his office at the church.

It's the only thing in
the entire house not for sale.

You guys think the God
Account sent us here

to find this deck?

It's possible.

Look at this.

"To Alfie."

Looks like a younger version
of Sal.

The kid must be Alfie.

Sal's obituary didn't mention
anything about him having kids.

Matthew 621.

That's a Bible verse.

"For where your treasure is,
there your heart will be also."

Wait, treasure? So, what,

Sal left behind a clue
to a treasure hunt?

I don't know, but this is
the only personal thing

in Sal's entire house.

Plus, he kept it safe.

This has to be what the God
account sent us here for.

Hello, I'm in charge
of the estate sale.

Can I help you?

Actually, yes.

Do you know who Alfie is?

He was Mr. Thompkin's stepson.

This desk was left to him,

but when I contacted him,
he declined to accept it.

I got the impression
they were estranged.

Probably why he wasn't listed
in the obituary.

Any chance you can give us
Alfie's information?

Sorry, I'm not permitted
to give that out,

but let me know if you'd like
to purchase the desk.

No reason to hold on to
it any longer.

Whatever the God Account
wants us to do for Sal,

it must have to do with
his stepson.

We need to find Alfie.

All right, well,
let me know how it goes.

I kind of have a FaceTime date
with Jaya,

get camera ready.

Don't judge me.

You think Rakesh could be
right about the verse?

This is about some treasure
hunt for something.

Sal left for his step-son?

Well, maybe.
We just need to find Alfie.

Question is how.

I mean, I looked up
Alfie Thompkins online.

I didn't find anything.

You know, his mother's maiden
name was Collins.

Maybe he goes by that.

Great. I'll run his name through

the IdentitySeal system,
see if we get a match.

Miles, don't bother.

- What do you mean?
- Look.

Your honor,
Alfie Collins on behalf

of the plaintiff, Mr. Joe Ellis.

We're seeking damages
in the amount of $50,000

that stem from
a debilitating injury

he suffered after falling
in a City Foods Market.

Thank you, Counsel.

This matter is set for trial
next Tuesday at 900 a.m.

They're gonna try
to settle at 25.

We'll meet 'em in the middle.

Get ready for
a nice payday, pal.

- Alfie Collins.
- Yes.

Miles Finer. This is Cara Bloom.

We called earlier.

Right, said you're
looking for an attorney?

Not exactly.

We were hoping to speak with you

about your stepfather,
Sal Thompkins.

I told his estate
I didn't want anything.

We're not actually
with his estate.

We found this photo of you two.

Do you know why he wrote
Matthew 621 on the back?

What?

Where did you get this?

I haven't seen this photograph
in probably 20 years.

Any idea why he wanted
you to have it?

No, Sal wasn't exactly
sentimental,

least not towards to me.

He reached out a few times
before he died,

but I didn't return his call.

Well, maybe that's what

he was calling
to talk to you about,

to explain why he left
the photo.

What does it matter?

Look.

My dad died when I was two.

My mom remarried Sal
when I was around eight.

He tried to be a father
to me at first,

but I don't think
he ever wanted kids.

Well, why do you say that?

He and my mom had only been
married a few years,

and then she died

and whatever relationship
I had with Sal died with her.

He sent me off
to boarding school,

and we'd only talk when
I needed something,

or when I got into trouble
and he'd send a check.

I never wanted his money.

Worked my ass off to be twice
the lawyer that he ever was.

Soon as I could support myself,
never saw him again.

And now...

I never will.

How did you know him?

About that.

We were sent a Friend
Suggestion on Facebook for Sal

from someone calling
themselves God.

Okay, really wish you would
have lead with that.

Think we're done here.

Look, obviously it's not God.

Okay,
but there is someone out there

sending me Suggestions
for people who need help.

Trust me, I get how it sounds,

but the account
hasn't been wrong once.

Well, then this is the first,

because you can't help
a dead guy.

I see, you're here to help me.

Is that it?
Make my peace with Sal?

Let me save you the trouble.
I'm at peace.

He wrote the name of
a Bible verse about treasure

on the back of this picture.

Isn't it possible
he left you something

that he wants you to have?

What difference
is it gonna make now?

He didn't want anything to do
with me when he was alive.

Why should I want anything
to do with him

now that he's dead?

Nice meeting you.

Sounds like Sal shut down
after Alfie's mom died.

Yeah, I mean, my dad did
the same thing after my mom.

You know,
he vanished into the church,

and for a long time
I hated him for that.

Well,
you guys are better now, right?

Yeah, yeah, much,
but it took us a long time

to realize that the past
is in the past for a reason.

Speaking of my dad,
Ali texted me

and said that
he's playing the sax

at the Blue Danube
tomorrow night.

You should come. It'll be fun.

Yeah, yeah, sounds great.

Should bring Eli.

Thanks,
but he actually has plans.

So the God Account, you know,

they send us Sal to help Alfie,
and then they point us

in the direction of a
Bible verse about a treasure.

Maybe that's the key?

Right, but how are we
supposed to find it

if Sal didn't leave any hint
of the location?

Well, maybe he did.
What if the location

is where the photo was taken?

Almost forgot, I'm...

I'm paired in this marketing
class I'm taking.

We're supposed to meet,
but I can cancel.

No, no, no,
don't worry about it.

I'll call Rakesh.
We'll look into the photo,

and I'll text you
if we find anything.

Thanks.

Nice set-up.

Maybe I'll guest on
your podcast sometime.

I don't know.

I have a pretty rigorous
screening process.

Really?

I've heard you talk
to your turtle

on more than one occasion.

Okay, Neil deGrasse Turtle
has insight.

Joining me today is my really
good friend, Nia.

AKA DJ Trek.

Nia, you should know

from being such a huge,
huge fan of the podcast

that the Millenial Prophet
is about creating a dialogue,

sharing
our personal perspectives

of how we arrived
at our beliefs.

Okay.

What about a survivor's
perspective?

Survivor's?

Leukemia.

Diagnosed the day
after my 13th birthday.

Spent a year in and out
of the hospital

doing nothing
but listening to music.

That's when I fell
in love with it.

You're in remission?

11 years cancer free.

But I don't thank God for that.

I thank science

and all the amazing doctors
and nurses I watched heal me.

You just earned yourself

a spot on the Millenial Prophet.

Now that is a very big deal.

It's highly competitive.

I'm honored,

but I do have one question
for the host.

Fire away.

I was wondering what he was
doing tomorrow night.

Actually, my dad is playing
sax at the Blue Danube.

You should... you should come.

Like a date?

Yeah, like a date.

Kay, I'm running a location
match on the photo.

Hopefully,
it won't take too long.

- Thanks, Rakesh.
- Yeah.

So you coming to the jazz club
tomorrow night?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Bringing Eli?
Wanna meet this guy already.

Yeah, I wasn't planning on it.

I kind of told Miles
that Eli had other plans.

The whole keeping
the worlds separate thing?

- What?
- Yeah, no, I get it.

Secret's safe with me.

No, I'm not separating anything.

That's not a thing.
Yeah, it is, Cara.

You've got your world with Eli
where you go out for dinners

and have romantic evenings
on rooftop gardens,

and then you have
the God Account world

where you got Miles,

where you go for adventures,

where you get inspiration
for your articles.

It's two worlds.

Separate.

It's not true.

Not at all.

Kay.

Hey, bingo. We got a match.

Looks like the photo was taken

at the Marina
in Battery Park City.

Great.

All right, I got to go.

Lucy and I are gonna go meet.

Good luck.

I'll see you.

Might as well make
ourselves comfortable.

23 minutes late.

I'm beginning to think
he got cold feet.

He isn't gonna show.

No, my girlfriend.

She canceled on a FaceTime date
with me earlier.

You wanna talk about it?

It's just the whole long
distance thing, you know?

Like, I'm all about technology,

but not as a conduit
for a relationship.

Makes sense.

What about you?
You seeing anyone?

- Who has the time?
- Yeah.

Speaking of which,
I'm thinking we should call it.

Whoever sent that message
isn't coming.

Kay.

Looks like this photo was taken

somewhere around here near
the Marina.

Those lamp posts look similar.

Hey, so, is it still cool
if I bring Eli tomorrow?

His plans fell through.

Yeah, yeah, of course,
why wouldn't it be?

I don't know. I guess, um...

Well, we're actually kind of
seeing each other,

like, officially.

That's great.
No, I'm happy for you.

Thanks.

You know, you're actually
the one

that gave me the confidence
to take a leap...

You better not say of faith.

I wouldn't dare.

Hey, it looks like the photo
was taken right here.

I don't see anything.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe it's not about where
the photo was taken.

No, no, no, no, you were right.

Matthew wasn't a Bible verse.

Look.

That must be Sal's boat.

Yeah, whatever we're looking
for must be inside.

The paintings at the estate
sale were his.

Sal was a painter.

There must be something
that we're missing.

It's safe.

Wow. Looks like it needs
a 3-digit code.

Matthew 621.
621 could be the code.

Yeah, yeah, try it.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

We could ask you the same thing.

You lied to us

about not knowing where
the picture was taken,

about Matthew, all of it.

Why?

Because I don't know you,

and you were claiming God
sent you.

Why would I tell you anything?

He has a point.

You still think Sal left me
some kind of treasure?

Yes, we do.

His safe has a 3-digit code

just like the numbers on
the back of the picture.

Well...

what are you waiting for?

It's a book.

"A Day At Sea," written and
illustrated by Sal Thompkins.

He wrote a children's book.

- No way.
- Here.

See for yourself.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why would Sal write
a children's book?

Wait, wait, wait. Alfie, wait!

Miles...

you have to see this.

"I love you."

The story's about the father
Sal wished he could have been.

All the things he wanted
to tell Alfie.

- He loved him.
- Well, you know,

you'd think
that'd be good news for Alfie.

Why would he take off?

When you grow up thinking
a parent didn't love you,

it kind of becomes a part of
who you are.

I used the pain just like
Alfie did to motivate myself,

prove myself.

Alfie said he became twice
the lawyer Sal was,

but you saw Sal's house.

He was pretty successful.

Yeah, and Alfie's
an ambulance chaser

advertising on bus stops.

Yeah, what did he mean by that?

Guys, I think I might know.

Look at this. Alfie used to be

one of the top litigators
in New York.

Alfie? Are you sure?

Yeah, this article
I just found says that

he was one of the youngest
partners at a power law firm

until about six months ago
when he suddenly left.

What happened six months ago?

Doesn't say.

Well, Sal died a month ago,

so whatever happened
wasn't about that.

Can you check
his Facebook history?

Maybe he posted something back
then that can give us a clue.

- This is weird.
- What?

Well, Alfie posts a lot,

but if you go back six months,
there's this huge gap.

Maybe he took a break
from Facebook.

I mean, we all do it.

No, this was deliberate.

I think Alfie did a major purge
around that time.

You know how people scrub
photo tags or timelines

in order to hide things?

Alfie scrubbed pretty much
everything from that period.

Something must have happened,

and he doesn't want to be
reminded of it.

I mean, I can try and recover
what he erased,

it's just gonna take some time.

If he was at
a high-powered firm,

he'd have an assistant, right?

Maybe a paralegal who knew what
was going on in his life then?

- That's a good idea.
- On it.

Kay, firm directory,
employee list,

backlog history.

Here we go.

His assistant was a woman
named Janet Bell.

Thanks for meeting us.

I only get 45 minutes for lunch,

and I'm not sure what
I can tell you.

Any cases he was working on
back then are privileged.

We understand,
and like we said on the phone

we just want to help him.

Can you tell us why he left?

Look, I like Alfie.

Are you sure this is about
helping him?

Yeah, we promise.

Alfie was driven,
obsessed with work,

with proving himself,

but then something changed
in him.

I wasn't sure what it was

until he started having me send
someone roses every week.

He had a girlfriend?

He never told me her name,

but every Friday for months
I'd send them to an address,

and then one day,
out of the blue,

he told me to stop.

Let me guess, six months ago?

He tried to bury himself
back in work,

but whoever she was,
she changed something in him,

for the better if you ask me.

He quit soon after.

People just assumed he burned
out, but I knew better.

You wouldn't be able to get
us her address, would you?

Please, every Friday for months?

I know it by heart.

Ali, hey,
what are you doing here?

A daughter can't pop in

and say hi to her dad
for no reason?

Well, I don't know. Can she?

So Trish came to the bar
to see me.

She said you changed

your mind about playing tonight.

Yeah, I'm just not ready to play

in front of a bunch of people.
It's no big deal.

I know.

I wanted to give you this.

A pocket square.

I haven't worn one of these
since...

your mother.

I know.

I also know how much you loved
playing for mom.

I was too young
to really remember,

but I imagined

it was one of those special
things between you two.

Dad,

is this about playing for Trish?

When you mother was
in the audience,

I played every note for her.

I mean, the house could have
been packed,

but it was like there was
a spotlight on her face,

on her smile,
that only I could see.

Now, I know
it's tragically old-fashioned

not to want to play
for anyone else, but...

it's like you say,

it was something special
just between us.

I get that, Dad...

but I also think it may be time

for you to play
for someone else.

And if you want it
to be for Trish...

that's okay.

Mom would want you to.

Think it's the next one over.

Just hope she still lives here.

Me too.
I wonder why they broke up.

Alfie obviously took it hard,
so what happened?

Guess we're gonna find out.

- Blair?
- Miles?

You guys know each other?

What are you doing here?

We'rewe're here because
of Alfie.

He's the father, isn't he?

How do you know Alfie?

It's a long story,

but one I think you need
to hear.

It's a lot to take in.

We know, but it brought us
here to you.

So that must mean something.

And this has some sort of
Happily Ever After Ending?

I thought it did too.
And then you got pregnant?

Alfie tried to be supportive,
but I could see it.

His relationship with Sal
scared him.

He thought he wasn't equipped
to be a father.

And then...

the day that we were supposed
to find out the sex of the baby

he didn't show up.

He just walked away.

I couldn't break through.

I'm not so sure about that.

After he left you,
he quit his job.

He wasn't the same person
anymore.

Look, I think he's lost.

Caught between the person
who he thinks he is

and the person that he wants
to be for you.

God.

It's not too late, Blair.

No, I mean, God,
I think my water just broke.

Okay.

My ready bag isis in
the hallway closet.

I called a Lyft.

Stay with Blair.

- Where are you going?
- To find Alfie.

Are you sure that's such
a good idea?

I don't know, but I have to try.

You again?

I know about Blair.

I'd tell you to leave me alone,
but that doesn't seem to work.

How did you find me anyway?

I have a friend that knows
his way around the web.

He was able to retrieve

most of the photos of
you and Blair that you erased.

This place was in more
than a few of them.

What do you want, man?

Blair is on her way to
the hospital with Cara.

Today's the day.

In a couple of hours,
you're gonna be a father.

What do you think you...

Come down here,
give me some speech,

and I just change my mind?

No, I think you came
to the place

that was most important
to you and Blair

because that's exactly
what you were hoping you'd do.

I think you became twice
the lawyer that Sal was

to try and prove that you
weren't anything like him.

Now's your chance
to be twice the father.

- I can't be a father.
- Man.

I am doing her and that baby
a favor by staying away.

Don't you think that should
be her choice,

his choice?

- It's a boy?
- Yes.

The only thing I know about
fatherhood is how not to do it.

Actually, that sounds like
a good place to start.

Plus, I'm pretty sure they have
a few books on the subject,

but I'd start with this one.

It's about a boy and his father
who go sailing.

The boy keeps asking
him questions,

but the father's too sad
to respond,

so the wind starts answering
for him.

Telling him all the things
he wished he could have said.

The seagull that followed me.

I can't believe
he remembered that.

Being on that boat was one of
the few...

times that I didn't feel
invisible,

like, Sal could actually...

see me.

He did.

This is his way of telling you.

You have a choice, Alfie.

You can come with me right now

and figure out a way to be
in your child's life,

or you can wait for 30 years

to write a book
about how you wish you had.

Hey.

Blair got here
in plenty of time.

Baby wasn't in any distress.

What if she doesn't want to
see me,

doesn't want me to be part
of his life?

Then prove to them
you deserve to be.

Hey.

He just wants to talk.

No.

You said you owed me one.

In the elevator, remember?

All I'm asking you to do
is listen.

You left us, Alfie.

You don't get to just waltz
back into my life,

or this baby's,

and pretend like nothing
happened.

You're right.

I don't expect you to ever
forget what happened.

I'm not asking you
to take me back.

I'm only asking you
let me be a part of his life.

In whatever way you allow.

And while I have

absolutely no reference

for what being a good dad
looks like,

I know more than anyone
how much it matters.

I'm not making any promises,

but if I was open to it

what would that look like?

I'd start by reading him
a story.

I think he'd like that.

Sometimes it's hard not
to see our lives as a story.

We assume that the past
chapters in our lives,

our history, have led to where
we are now.

We feel beholden to it,

tied to the story
that got us here.

But what happens when that
story starts to change?

Hey, man,
thanks for inviting us.

Thanks for coming.

Hey.

- Hey, man, Rakesh.
- Lucy.

Eli.

Do you know what changed
his mind?

You know musicians,
could have been anything.

- Hey.
- Here.

Hey, I'm Nia.

Hi, how do you guys know
each other?

Well, Nia was the DJ

that kept covering up
my posters,

and then somehow we both ended
up in that marketing class.

I'd say it was fate,

but who believes
in that kind of thing, right?

Right.

Sometimes the stories
we thought were over

are anything but,

and we realize that

happy endings are rarely
easy, or simple,

or expected as we thought,

but that doesn't mean they
aren't worth it.

What?

Look.

It's Falken.

I know it.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna find him.

But in the end,

whether a new story
is taking shape,

or an old one

is suddenly being replayed
in a new light...

You good, Cara?

I'm just gonna grab us
another drink.

Whatyeah, no, I'm good.

You never know where
a really good story might go.

Greg, move your head.