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Felix Phelps.

My dear child.

I'm almost amused you've lasted this
long.

Really? I mean, shouldn't you have
already known how long I'd last?

Self -amusement is not a sin.

In most denominations.

But I'm afraid you're not staying for
long.

I'm not?

No, silly.

You're heading back. And you're heading
back with a message for all mankind.

And that message is...

That message is... That message is...

That message is...

It

was dark when I sort of died.

I saw light and I walked to it.

I went through a tunnel and saw heaven
all happy and bright.

Angels greeted me.

And then, I saw God.

He looked sort of like Santa.

He said, Hi.

And then said, Felix, I need you to give
a message to all of mankind.

And that message is...

Lord God, once again I ask you to share
your divine wisdom with me.

Please, finally, give me your message.

Okay.

I understand.

Hi everyone, this is Lyric.

Thanks for tuning in.

A lot of you have left comments asking
about my hair. If it is my hair, what I

do to my hair, when I last cut my hair,
if when I cut it I will send you my

hair. These are all valid questions and
I believe you all deserve answers.

So to start with... Which leads me to my
inspirational quote

of the day, which is inspired by this
video.

It's true that I was born with great
hair, but it wasn't always silky.

In order to get what I wanted, I knew I
had to really go for it. So I cut out a

hair ad and I taped it onto the mirror
in my bathroom.

And then I didn't stop until my hair
looked like that hair.

And so to all of you, I say, don't stop
until you achieve your dreams.

Thanks for watching.

When I looked down into the tear
-stained eyes of that little 11 -year

I said, Drew, your mother probably
didn't go to hell.

But that doesn't mean you have to.

Damnation.

Not hereditary.

I know I'm not supposed to clap in
church, but... Wow.

I forgive you.

Just prepping for Sunday.

Of course, of course.

I know I'm early, but... I couldn't
wait.

I finished it.

Well, then.

What are we waiting for?

Leave.

I can't believe we'll be out in print in
a few months.

The beauty of faith.

And the whole story with the drugs, bad
behavior, sex, and death is so

inspirational. Very.

And it inspired me to fix a very real
problem that is facing the Christian

today.

Bible sales are down.

The word of God is not getting out like
it used to.

Part of this is God's own fault.

God's fault? Mm -hmm.

And I'd say it straight to his face if I
was his literary manager.

He doesn't do public speaking anymore.

He used to have the burning bush.

He spoke when Jesus was baptized by John
the Baptist, but since then, not one

soundbite.

It's hard to make fails when your main
subject won't do interviews.

But the Lord, he likes to work through
people.

Felix.

You died, went to heaven, and came back.

Just like someone else I know.

I hadn't even thought of that.

Marketing did.

I knew you'd like it.

Yeah.

Take a look at these pages.

I was born in Van Nuys, Cali, in 1989.

I think I was born in the morning.

I was a fat baby. I weighed 10 pounds.

My mom thought my dad's name was Felix,
so she named me Felix.

End of chapter.

Okay, very unique start.

Like it?

You know what I'm reminded of looking at
you?

Noah.

Noah did some bad things. He got drunk.

He got naked in a tent and people saw
him.

King David, he did a lot of bad stuff.
He committed murder and adultery.

But the Bible didn't hide these things
from us.

The Bible gave us the unchristian
details so that we knew not to repeat

mistakes ourselves.

We need to hear it and read it in order
to avoid it. I guess I see that. I mean,

if you don't know bad things can happen
when you light fireworks indoors, you

might light fireworks indoors.

Exactly.

So, um, chapter 10.

You list all the bad, bad things you
did. It's a big list.

But the chapter itself is surprisingly
brief.

One paragraph?

I was trying to be concise and avoid run
-on sentences.

Appreciate that. But why don't you read
and I'll critique.

Chapter 10.

All the bad stuff I did.

When I got into high school, I drank a
lot.

I thought beer tasted super good.

Now, right there.

We need more.

Maybe an illustration.

But definitely more detail. How much is
a lot?

A 12 -pack? A 24 -pack?

Now, who bought it for you? Your mom or
one of her many, many boyfriends?

Well, I was just trying to... No
explanations. Just read on.

My girlfriend and I stole a car, then we
shoplifted stuff, and we got caught

twice.

What? Did you shoplift condoms?

Or were you stealing gifts for an
ungrateful and ungodly girlfriend?

I, uh... I had sex with my girlfriend.

A lot.

Now...

When did you first have a sexual
experience and how did you do it?

Was it a successful liaison in that you
both achieved orgasm? See, Christians

are going to want to know these kinds of
details in order to protect their kids

from these transgressions.

Um, end of chapter.

You don't need to write that at the end
of every chapter.

Gotcha. But before we even tackle that,
um, I want to discuss this ending.

Longer? For one thing.

For another, I want to make sure we're
clear on God's message to mankind.

Don't stop until you achieve your
dreams. That's nice.

But it's a little fortune cookie -esque.

Is it possible you remember it
incorrectly?

Why would you say that?

Well, you swigged a bottle of vodka and
downed an entire bottle of Vicodin.

Maybe when you reached heaven, the
effects hadn't worn off yet?

Maybe.

Hmm.

Just... Just think about it.

The last thing I want is for anything to
screw up this release.

God.

I know I've been making this request to
be for about the past six months.

But that's only because it's still a
problem.

I know you've already done so much for
me, what with bringing me back and all,

but I've been good.

Very good.

I now donate to 15 animal charities per
month. I use no drugs, no alcohol, have

no sex, no physical contact with any
women.

If you could just clear up that message
for me.

Show me a sign.

patient.

Hey friends, today's video is on
something very near and dear to my

getting kissable lips.

So lips are a very important part of
your face, the only part that can

kiss, unless you count butterfly kisses,
which I haven't since I was like three,

and I don't remember them being very
sensual since they were with my parents.

This is what you'll need.

Now,

not... Everyone you meet is going to be
a good kisser, but you can't let that

get you jaded because they might be good
at other things that kissing may

eventually lead to.

And that leads me to my inspirational
quote of the day. You have to kiss a lot

of frogs before you find your prince.

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before
you meet...

I'm sorry I missed your call earlier.

You declined it.

I had a meeting.

How exciting.

Let me guess, the preacher?

Good guess.

That is so sad.

I have to disagree.

It's not healthy for you.

Lyric, why can't you ever be like that
nice girl who we see in your videos?

Sometimes we have to stretch the truth
to make a living.

By the way, how's your book?

What do you mean by that? I mean to show
a sincere interest.

But sincerity is harder for some people.

Well, my book is going very well.

Can I read the parts about me yet?

No. I just want to make sure that you're
at least being honest about me.

Lying can lead to some pretty bad
things.

Goodbye, Lyric.

You bet!

Yes?

Um, hi.

I think I've died and I ended up here.

You think you've died?

Well, yeah.

Because I end up going back.

I will be going back.

Well, that's not usually how these
things work.

I know, but I'm special.

Most people think that.

What do you mean I can never see him
again? He was supposed to be here.

They think that, but they're not.

So, do you have a message for me before
you send me back?

You still think that's going to happen?

I...

This much?

That's only the advance, once they
receive the first draft.

That's $100 ,000 more than I was
expecting.

Yeah.

Psalm 37, 4.

Delight thyself in the Lord, and he
shall give you what is desired of your

heart.

I can finally live now.

I can get a decent place.

Pay off some debt.

Donate two more animal cherries.

Yeah.

Even with the 60 -40 split.

Yeah.

Totally. Ah, reformed bad boys are such
a thing.

Every good, proper Christian girl wants
to make a rebel come to Jesus.

And with God's help, she can.

Tellers realized this, especially given
the additions.

I told them you were making a chapter
10. I've added eight more sentences.

That's wonderful.

What a start.

And the end?

Good.

I knew it would be.

Which is why I told them they could see
it in a week.

Oh.

You do want that advance, don't you?

Tell me a message.

God, please.

I need a sign.

Something I can use. I can't wait
anymore.

Job? Job?

One of the most miserable people in the
whole Bible?

That's who you guide me to?

I'm trying to do your work and inspire
people, and you can't give me just one

fucking motivational message for all of
mankind?

The first two will take too long, so no
oxygen it is.

Hey everyone,

a bit of a rant. today, but do you know
what I hate?

Liars.

Liars, frauds, hypocrites.

People who don't own their experiences.

Those who live in glass houses.

Shouldn't throw stones.

I know I'm

not perfect.

I look it, but I'm not.

Have you ever known the truth of
something?

The truth that would really ruin
someone's plan?

I know something.

The question is, should I tell?

You should not.

No. Six months ago, I had a boyfriend.

We'd been together for a really long
time, all the way since middle school.

I loved him.

I still love him.

We both had bad childhoods. My parents
died. His mom OD'd, and who knows who

dad is.

Anyway, one day, we made a decision.

And he's lying about that decision.

Or what happened after that decision.

Then he found God, and now he wants to
profit off of it. And I just don't think

that's right.

So, everyone, cast your votes below.

Should I tell?

I feel you like this.

So good of you to make it.

We've been expecting you.

Where am I?

What do you think?

Look around you.

Angels.

What?

Death.

You received like heaven to me.

But it's not.

No.

But you're sending me back, right?

What you did before!

Did I?

Was that really me?

What do you know about me?

Please, Mr. Satan, please!

I'm sorry.

I'm never letting you go.

I forgot how persistent you can be when
you want something.

Well, I want something else now.

You say that.

I mean that.

Lyric, are you going to tell?

I haven't decided.

You should be writing this with me.

God saved you too.

Shut up, Felix.

What? Are you going to argue and say
that the paramedics saved you?

God was working through those
paramedics, guiding their hands as they

your stomach.

What will you offer me for my silence?

Eternal gratitude?

The knowledge of the story of my
salvation will help so many people?

You think so highly of yourself.

Eric, I was a sinner.

A base, low sinner.

More useless even than Judas, but God
saved me.

He let Judas hang himself, but his holy
light burned right through the alcohol

and illegal prescription drugs in my
system. I got a second chance, because

loves me.

But you're lying.

Not totally.

So what did I swap going to heaven in
for going to hell?

I still came back from it.

Honestly, God pulling me back from hell
is more impressive than him sending me

back from heaven. It's just... It's not
as family friendly.

You are lying.

What do you want me to do?

I want to read the chapters on me.

Fine.

I have mail.

They're gonna be...

Rewrites, of course. This is just draft
one.

Your writing sounds like a cautionary
tale for why you shouldn't drop out of

high school.

But it still might be an endorsement for
the GED program.

There are no details, Felix.

Just bland general laws.

How are you going to stir the heart and
soul of the Christian housewife with

this?

The preacher said something similar, but
that's why there's a draft.

Two.

Oh, where you were gonna, what, add a
couple more paragraphs?

Yeah. But no nitty -gritty 50 shades of
gray details, right?

Right. Just the facts. No embellishment.

I won't tell your secret if you write
everything.

Every detail on what we stole, all the
trouble we got into, what color thong

I was wearing when we had sex in the gas
station bathroom.

You didn't wear underwear, Lyric.

Every detail.

Except the end.

We'll see.

So start.

Write.

What do you want me to write?

When I first saw you?

How my 13 -year -old heart suddenly
skipped a beat like an 80 -year -old

How my breath cut in my throat like a
chronic asthmatic.

You would love it if my request went
along with this born -again image,

you? It would be convenient, yes.

That waiter at Lola's.

You know, the prissy one with the big
mouth who was a part -time actor?

Tell that story.

I wasn't going to write about that.

I know. You are going to just gloss over
certain things.

Focus on shoplifting candy bars and
having premarital sex.

No mention of the guy who needed his
knee replaced.

And something else replaced.

Why are you so mad at me?

Keep writing.

Maybe you'll find out by the end.

Stop, I'm sorry.

Do I look 21 now?

It's your fault!

and you were supposed to be here at 11 o
'clock.

Where are you?

Felix, I don't like to be kept waiting.

You know, with modern medicine today,
near -death experiences aren't quite the

rare event they used to be.

Sure, if I looked hard enough, I could
find someone else to step in with a

story.

Just putting that out there.

Everyone keeps messaging me about the
boyfriend, or the ex -boyfriend, that I

want to tell on.

So I was going to do a video on how to
create the perfect cat eye, but instead

think I'll just do another video on
this.

So some people are asking me if I just
want revenge and if that's really the

right thing to do.

Look, it's not just about revenge.

It's also about getting back at him.

And these feelings are perfectly
healthy.

They keep the world in balance.

So, the story.

Do you all know the story of Jackal and
Hyde?

So I never actually read this story, but
I think it's about this man, Hyde, who

takes something and turns into this
monster, a jackal, one of those dogs.

I wish I had read that one in school.

So what happened with my boyfriend was
sort of the reverse.

He started out as a monster to everyone
except me, and then he took some pills

and turned into a nice guy, again, to
everyone but me.

I hate it.

I felt like he understood me before, and
now he just judges me.

And he has no right to judge me, because
we're the same.

He may have forgotten, but we are.

Anyway, what happened that night?

I hated my foster family.

Well, my third foster family.

I hated all of them, but number three.

I never wanted a brother.

I just didn't know why until I got to
that house.

I hadn't seen him since I was 18, so I'd
had a couple years to forget.

But then he moved down the hall from me,
and I just felt down.

My boyfriend started stalking him,
threatening him, which was really nice

him. But then my foster brother took out
a restraining order.

My boyfriend was already in a bad mood.

His mom had OD'd before, but it was
never permanent.

And this time it was.

I was broke and he didn't have a job.

They were going to evict us.

We had no one left.

So, one day he had an idea.

Please? He said, let's just kill
ourselves.

Everyone's already taken everything from
us.

We might as well take the last thing
ourselves.

So, we liked vodka, and we liked
Vicodin, so that seemed like a pretty

to go out.

So we took them, and then... That's what
he's not telling the truth about.

So most of you told me to tell, and if
he doesn't do what I say, I'll tell

tomorrow.

You never told me about this.

You said you shoved some nerdy kid's
head into a toilet.

I did that to him.

I'm sorry.

What else have you done? Other violent
things?

I was a troubled youth.

So, yes.

You have done other things.

Yes. A lot of things.

On this level?

Yes.

This level?

Yes. Yes, I was a fucking asshole.

No.

No, you're a sinner.

And you're confessing.

1 John 1 .9 If we confess our sins, He
is faithful and

just, and He will forgive us our sins
and purify us from all

unrighteousness.

So, we're all good?

Well, I won't deny I was horrified by
this, but God

has taught me that every setback is just
an opportunity to grow.

This terrible island has opened up a
whole new demographic for us.

What do you mean?

No one will buy it now?

No. No, I mean more people will buy it.

Some of them weren't going to go for
that tragic love story between you and

Lyric, but gouging someone's eye out,
that's going to hit them right here.

You think so? I know so.

I'm glad you told me about this terrible
event, Felix.

It's really opened up doors for us.

Nothing happens by accident. Everything
happens for a reason.

Praise God.

Praise God.

My mom was always concerned about me not
having a father.

So she made sure all of her boyfriends
were involved in my life and taught me

how to be a man.

So by 14, I had seen a ton of porn.

So I had seen naked women before, but I
hadn't seen one in person.

Lyric looked pretty cool when she was
naked.

Before we started, she said, if you
finish sooner than 30 seconds, I'm going

tell everyone at school.

I said, wouldn't me getting done that
fast be a compliment?

She looked at me and said, I hate
compliments.

Sorry I missed all your frantic messages
earlier.

It's fine, because I wrote it and I
showed the preacher.

And? He loves it.

He says it's going to help so many
people.

Except the guy you maimed. His sacrifice
was not in vain, because everybody has

a part in God's plan.

And... That was his role.

To be assaulted?

Yes. So I could tell people about it and
bring them to God.

That's a real odd route to go.

Isaiah 55, 8, 9.

My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor
are your ways my ways, says the Lord.

For as the heavens are higher than the
earth, so are my ways higher than your

ways, and my thoughts than your
thoughts.

So he's just smarter than us, and so we
have to trust him?

He sounds like that high and mighty
arrogant kid at school.

You know, the one who's angry about
being a virgin.

God has us on lyric.

By a virgin birth, Felix.

You missed me those months you ignored
me.

I did.

You know that I'm sorry, right? About
not looking for you at the hospital.

Just...

When I woke up later after the ambulance
ride and the preacher was sitting

beside my bed and I told him sort of
what happened.

He just said we should start over.

Be truly born again.

Should I not be talking about this?

No, no, no, no, no!

I admit it, I missed you!

No!

Hi, it's Lyric. Leave a message.

But please!

Feel it?

What is it? You have to help me.

In the hospital, you agreed to give your
life to Christ in thanks for him

bringing you back. You were born again.

And you said you'd renounce all negative
influences. Well, she's a negative

influence. I did say that, and I did it
for two months.

But it was torture not knowing how she
was doing after. I just left her there.

couldn't stop thinking about it.

Are you still in love with her?

No.

No, no, absolutely not. I know there's a
higher love now.

But you reached out.

No, it wasn't.

Hmm.

You said you think she's going to
dispute certain things that happened.

Yes. Like what? What does she think
didn't happen?

Well, I feel like I'm living in my
office.

I spent last week's offerings on
advertising space on mommy blogs.

I am as invested in this as you are.

She says I didn't die and go to heaven.

Oh.

Where does she say you went?

Um, hell.

She says I went to hell because I
committed suicide and that's a sin.

Did you go to hell?

No, no, absolutely not.

Well, why would she say that? To hurt
me.

Because me ignoring her hurt her.

And you say she's influential now?

A million views per video.

Mm -hmm.

And she uses these videos to give makeup
tips, complain about things that bother

her, get lots of followers, earn ad
revenue.

So, to promote pride, wrath, gluttony,
and

greed.

And... We know that she had lied,
stolen, engaged in premarital sex.

Felix, I have a sneaking suspicion.

I think Lyric's conversion experience
was different from yours because God

didn't bring her back.

Satan did.

I think so.

Any logical person would drop everything
and give their lives over to God.

If they brought him back from the dead.
But she won't give him any credit.

Because maybe she's giving the credit to
Satan.

I think she gives the credit to science.

It's the same thing.

It's the same thing.

This whole time I've been treating her
with kid gloves, not taking her

seriously. And she has used my leniency
to worm her way back into your life and

put God's message at risk.

It's time to fight fire.

With fire and brimstone.

She needs to be... She needs to

be... What?

There is the salvation of millions and a
$100 ,000 advance on the line.

Your second chance is on the line. Your
soul.

I know.

Mutualized mean?

Oh, it means no longer a problem.

How'd that happen?

Many number of ways. Saul was blinded
before he saw the error of his ways.

But some people have taken a lot.

Felix, can I count on you to deal with
this?

Yes.

I'm going to see that you do.

Wherever my finger lands will be your
guidance for me.

Take her camping for hope.

Of course.

Out of the way. No distractions.

Nothing between her and me.

Hi. Why are you here?

I want to talk to you.

What part of me blocking you would make
you think that's okay with me?

What?

I haven't actually seen you in six
months.

That wasn't my choice.

Lyric.

Please don't post a video.

Please, Lyric. Please.

Can we just talk? Can we go somewhere?

And talk.

Go somewhere?

Yes.

Camping, maybe.

To be alone.

Miles from any distractions.

You're upset with me for threatening to
post something you don't want known, and

now you want me to go camping with you?

Alone?

No one around for help?

I'll go.

You will?

Yeah.

Pick me up at 9 a .m.

The date?

Not.

You need to be on the lookout for
demonic powers.

Precognition. Meaning she knows what
you're going to say before you say it.

Strange marks on her body.

She's going to try to tempt you. The
devil will direct her to.

I hope you're prepared.

I am.

I'm Tanger camping.

What?

Near Barstow. It's secluded. There won't
be people there to interrupt. Should

you really be saying this on the phone
right now?

What do you mean?

We need to make sure this is taken care
of.

It will be. I promise.

You look nice.

Yeah? Well, I do makeup tutorials, so I
would hope so.

You're incredible.

Do I have any shine on my nose?

No. Good. One sec.

Hey, all. It's Lyric.

Now, I know you're going to be mad at
me, but try.

Try and understand.

I'm heading out for a bit.

If you don't hear back from me tomorrow
on my way home, call the police.

Love you. Bye.

Seriously?

With your reach on the internet, have
you ever thought about doing something

more inspirational than makeup videos?

What's more inspirational than teaching
young girls how to cover their acne? I

wish someone had been there for me with
that.

You didn't have acne. You were always
perfect.

Have you ever been camping?

No. You?

No.

It's another first together.

First kiss.

First... Yeah.

First time I ever got arrested.

And first person I ever died with.

So I guess that makes sense.

So... What do you think?

Oh, are you hoping I saw hell like you
so you're not alone in that?

Did you?

Look, my life was hell.

I don't think I would have known any
different.

So, what'd you see?

I didn't see anything.

Did you feel different when you came
back?

Altered, like you're...

Thoughts are darker.

Why? Do you feel different?

No. I feel better. I was just going to
say that if you felt... Influent.

We could talk about it.

Are you fucking serious right now? Why
do you seem different sometimes?

Where is this coming from?

Just because I'm not as nice to you
anymore, you think I'm possessed or

something?

Look, I'm not as nice to you because...

You took off from the fucking hospital
and were moved out by the time I got

home. All because some idiot preacher
convinced you that you needed to start

again.

After 12 years, you did that. You're the
one under the influence.

Are you supposed to turn the other seat
so I can hit the other side of your

face?

Did you bring two tents?

No.

It's almost as if you weren't expecting
two people.

Or I'm just used to us being us.

Didn't Jesus go out into the wilderness?

Yes, he did.

What for?

To fast and then be tempted by the
devil. And what happened?

Jesus won.

Who is that?

Where? The car down the road.

How should I know?

Maybe it's someone else who heard about
this great camping spot.

No one's supposed to be out here.

Really? You want me all to yourself?

I'll be back in a bit.

I need to take care of some things.

What are you taking care of?

You'll find out.

I wanted to see how mad at me you really
were.

If you would leave me to my fate.

Are you crazy?

You almost gave me a heart attack.

That's sweet.

You set up the tent?

Oh, yeah, I figured it out. It was easy.

Are you mad?

It's not like I couldn't have done it. I
hardly had a chance.

Don't act so emaculated.

I didn't realize you lost your balls in
hell.

Though that would make sense.

I still have my balls.

Good to know.

Don't you need, like, rope and twist
ties to keep it up?

What?

Nothing. The stuff in the trunk, I
thought.

Never mind.

What is this?

An example.

Trying to show you the great state of my
emotions.

For the first two weeks after I came
home from the hospital, I had these

terrible nightmares every time I went to
sleep.

I saw you lying there, just rotting.

If the paramedics had gotten to us one
minute later, we would have been done.

Just lying in a place like this, you
wouldn't smile again, you wouldn't laugh

again, or hug me again.

When I woke up in the hospital, I woke
up feeling so hopeful, like I had a real

second chance. And then, when I
reconnected with you, and I saw how

were,

I worried.

Lyric.

Did I ruin your second chance?

When you woke up alone, did that prevent
you from embracing God? Stop!

I wouldn't have embraced God if I woke
up with you and a million dollars.

One kind gesture from him doesn't erase
all the shit I went through.

And I can't believe you fell for it.

I didn't fall for it, I felt it!

Maybe you were deprived of oxygen for
longer than they thought.

I'm so happy you're alive.

You want to know why I'm so mad about
this book?

Please.

Because you're so desperate to prove
that God loves you when I loved you.

Why wasn't that enough?

It was.

You're the only reason I survived.

I don't know.

Sometimes I think I want to stick it to
people.

My mom.

My teachers.

Everyone who told me I was worthless.

But I'm not worthless.

I'm worth $100 ,000.

Seriously?

Lyric, can you just let me write my
book?

Let me sell it. I'll split the money
with you. We can use this to start over.

can be happy.

Okay.

Thank you.

We're going to start over. We're going
to have a happy life.

Right?

Right.

I'm gonna put the sleeping bag in the
tent. Want me to grab your bag from the

car? No, that's okay. Just leave it
there.

Feel it?

Yeah.

I've really missed you.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

Wait, what's that?

Oh, my phone. I left it outside. Hold
on. No, don't.

There's no reception out here.

How are you getting texts?

I don't know. Let me go get it and see.

Okay.

I love you.

Lyric?

Lyric?

Lyric?

Come on.

Lyric!

Lyric?

I can't talk right now.

Why not?

Lyric disappeared. I don't know what
happened.

Oh. If you can get through the mincer's
reception now, I need to get off the

phone and call the police.

No. Don't do that yet.

Why on earth not?

She disappeared while she was out with
you.

All you have to do is look at her videos
to know she was threatening an ex.

Are you sure she's not just punishing
you for leaving her? I need to go.

Eric, where are you?

I love you.

I just want to hear your voice again.
Please call me back.

Please call me back!

Are you there?

What did I do?

What did I do?

going to be mad at me, but try, try and
understand.

I'm heading out for a bit.

If you don't hear back from me tomorrow
on my way home, call the police.

Love you. Bye.

What? Well, what a greeting.

I'm sorry my manners have left me out of
time like this.

Has she called you?

No, and she hasn't been online either. I
knew I should have called the police.

Remember what I said about God teaching
us to turn a negative experience into a

positive one? I see no way that this was
positive.

She was threatening to lie about our
book, to put a damper on the hope and

we were going to sell.

She already changed her mind about
telling what we were camping.

Oh.

I was going to when I got home.

I need to drive back out. There was this
creepy car hanging around, and maybe it

took her. Well, did it take her bag and
her cell phone, too?

Felix, if someone kidnapped her, they
would have left those things.

It's more likely she ran off with them.
No!

Why would you say that? I gathered it
from what you've told me about her. I

never said she did anything like that.
Then call the police.

What are you going to say, officer? I
wanted to convince my ex -girlfriend not

to tell her one million YouTube
followers a devastating lie about me.

So I took her camping in a secluded
place, and now she's missing. Oh, no, I

didn't do anything.

You're sure?

Seriously, Lord?

Felix Felt.

Yeah?

I'm Officer Thong.

I'm here because we got a few hundred
calls about a blogger, Lyric Lee, going

missing. Oh.

I can tell from past records that you
two have quite a history together.

Yes, we do.

Quite a history.

Do you know where she is?

I don't.

Have you spoken with her recently?

We still talk online.

But you don't know where she went?

No. I wish I did.

You okay?

Yeah, just worried.

Did you know she was missing?

I knew she hadn't posted in a day or so.

How about you come down to the station
tomorrow?

What if she comes back?

That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Then you wouldn't have to visit me.

Tomorrow.

10 a .m.

Do I need a lawyer?

Do you?

No.

Is there something you want to tell me
now?

No.

If you attend.

Help me.

You know I didn't do anything to her.
You know it.

The police were here. They asked me if I
knew where Lyric was.

They think I'm a suspect.

Well, you won't be anymore. She just
updated her page.

That's it?

What do you mean? She's updated.

Did she?

Who else would have?

The person who took her and her phone.
She ran away from you. She's trying

another method of distracting you from
finishing the book, and frankly, it is

working. That's not true!

Just call the police and tell them she
posted, please.

Fine!

Maybe they can trace it and see if she
actually posted.

Mr. Felt.

I just wanted to let you know that Lyric
Lee posted a new video. Oh, wonderful.

Did she say where she was?

No.

Well, what did she say?

She didn't say anything. She just wrote,
I'm back.

That's convenient for you, isn't it?
What do you mean?

That right after we talk, she posts a
faceless video.

I bet you hoped it'd get you off the
hook.

I was thinking maybe you could trace it.
Why were you thinking about us tracing

it when you just told me she posted?

Did she not post it?

She did, but I... Think on it.

We'll talk soon.

I'm here for support.

Did you show them the video?

Yes. And they don't care.

Really? That didn't help. It made things
worse.

I'm sorry.

It's not like it's your fault.

I'm not even thinking about that book
right now.

Oh, come on. Surely by now you've got to
be thinking that she's safe. I mean,

she's probably even contacted you,
right?

Where were you last night?

Where I always am.

Serving God. I don't believe you. You
need to tell me now! Calm down, calm

Let's just focus on the things we can
control. You need to tell me where she

right now!

Back off, Felix! I know your history.
And you know why it's in your best

interest to tell me where she is!

911. Open it. 911, I'm being attacked.

I barricaded myself inside a bath. Jesus
Christ, hang up the phone.

Hurry up, please. I'm at 77 Longfellow
Avenue. Hang up the phone. I'm being

attacked by Felix.

Where's Lyric?

Where's Lyric?

How are you?

Do you want something?

Water? Bag of chips?

A bottle of vodka?

No, thanks.

Have you heard from Larrick?

We'll get to that later.

First, what was going on with your
preacher?

A business disagreement.

What business?

None of yours.

That is a good one. You certainly shut
me down.

So now that I have you here, do you want
to tell me about the last time you saw

Larrick? Friday.

Online.

Want to tell me the truth?

I am.

Felix, your records, they don't

point towards you being a very nice guy.

I wasn't, but I've changed.

Congrats. I'm relieved to hear that.

It's true.

Did I sound sarcastic?

I'm sorry.

I love Lyric.

I wouldn't hurt her. There should be no
record of domestic violence or anything

like that between us in there. Did I say
you hurt her?

Well... Because I don't understand why
you're bragging about the fact that your

long rap sheet doesn't include one
offense.

You're implying I hurt her. No, I'm not.

Maybe that's your guilty conscience
talking.

I'm just asking where she is.

And I already told you, I don't know.

So why did the two of you break up?

I was vulnerable, and I was given some
bad advice.

So it was someone else's fault?

No, it's mine.

I was looking for someone to blame for
what I was. My mom isn't around, so I

limited on my choices. You didn't pick
God to blame? Most people do.

No, I couldn't.

He saved me.

He saved you?

Yeah.

Do you have any proof of this?

Yeah.

Good. Because to throw away a
relationship based on something that's

is kind of stupid.

It was 100%. God saved me. So again,
when was the last time you saw Lyric?

Again, last Friday, online.

Felix, if God saved you...

Then you're certainly doing him the
disservice by lying right now.

Where was the last time you saw Lyric?

Come on, Felix.

Be a good Christian.

I saw her last night.

We went camping. She disappeared. I've
been looking for her, but I don't know

where she is.

You're not being a very good Christian
right now, Felix.

I just told you the truth.

No, you didn't.

I don't know where she is. I'm looking,
but I don't know. I didn't do anything

for her. When was the last time you saw
Lyric, Felix? It was not last night.

It was!

That's impossible.

Impossible?

We were camping in Barstow.

She left her phone outside the tent. She
went to get it, and she disappeared.

That is a lie.

No, it's not. It is.

I have proof.

Proof of what? I'm telling you what
happened.

Look at this.

What is this?

You don't know?

Look again.

No.

It is a dead body that's been lying in a
hot apartment for the last two weeks.

The flies and the maggots really get in
there, don't they?

Why are you showing this to me?

Would you look at that?

Lyric just updated her vlog.

Is it her?

Is he okay?

Is he okay?

Yes?

Hi.

I think I died and I ended up here.

You think you died?

Well, yeah.

Because I end up going back. I will be
going back.

Well, that's not usually how these
things work.

I know, but... I'm special.

Most people think that.

What do you mean? I'll never see him
again?

They think that, but they're not.

He's supposed to be here.

Lyric?

Lyric? Lyric!

Lyric, I'm coming!

Lyric!

Thank you.

going to learn that God doesn't love
you?

God never loved you.

The only person who ever loved you is
there, rotting right next to you.

This was your last two weeks together.

You thought God saved you.

You put your whole heart into it.

I don't think God really thought of you.

Where is Lyric?

Did she go after she left the tent?

Haven't you been listening?

You haven't seen Lyric in six months!

Hello?