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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...

- And that message is?

(tapping)

That message is...

That message is...

That message is.

(sighs)

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..."

That message is...

That message is...

That message is...

Lord God, once again I ask

that you share your divine wisdom with me.

Please.

Finally give me your message.

Okay.

I understand.

(calm music)

(upbeat music)

- 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.

And 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.

- And that message is...

Don't stop until you achieve your dreams.

(computer ringing)

(sirens wailing)

(peaceful music)

- When I looked down into
the tear-stained eyes

of that little 11 year old boy,

I said "Drew.

"Your mother probably did go to hell.

"But that doesn't mean you have to."

Damnation!

It's not hereditary.

(applauds)

- 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?

Please.

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- 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.

It inspired me to fix a very real problem

that is facing the Christian world 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-hm.

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,

who spoke when Jesus was
baptized by John the Baptist,

but since then, not one sound byte.

It's hard to make sales

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.

Now, let's 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.

- Do you not 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, well, 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 these
un-Christian details

so that we knew not to repeat
the 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 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?

And who bought it for you?

Your mom or one of her
many, many boyfriends?

- Well, I was just--

- No explanations, just read on.

- My girlfriend and I stole a car,

then shoplifted stuff
and we got caught twice.

- [Preacher] What did
you shoplift, condoms?

Or were you stealing gifts

for an ungrateful and ungodly girl?

- I...

I had sex with my girlfriend a lot.

- Now.

How much is a lot?

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 gonna
want to know these kinds

of details in order to protect their kids

from these transgressions.

- End of chapter.

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

- Gotcha.

- But before we even tackle that,

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 remembered 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.

- Well, just think about it.

The last thing I want is for anything

to screw up this release.

(gulps)

- God.

I have been making this request

before 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,

so you could just clear
up that message for me.

Show me a sign.

Patience.

Your silence means I need
to be patient, right?

- Hey, friends.

Today's video is on something very near

and dear to my heart,
getting kissable lips.

(kisses)

So lips are a very
important part of your face,

the only part that can actually 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, you're gonna--

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 your prince.

Damn it.

(computer ringing)

I'm sorry I missed your call earlier.

- You declined it.

- I had a meeting.

(claps)

- 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.

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(vomiting)

Holy shit.

(clanks)

- Yes?

- 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.

I think.

- Most people think that.

- [Woman] 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?

(sighs) Yeah, sure.

I got a message.

(beeping)

- Can you speak up?

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Seriously?

This much?

- That's only the advance.

Once they receive the first draft.

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

- Yes.

Psalm 37:4.

"Delight yourself in the Lord

"and he shall give you the
desires of your heart."

- I can finally live now.

I can get a decent
place, pay off some debt,

donate to more animal charities.

- Yes.

Even with the 60-40 split.

- Yeah, totally.

- Former 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.

Fellas realize this,
especially given the additions

I told them you were making to chapter 10.

- I've added eight more sentences.

- That's wonderful.

What a start.

And the end?

- It's 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?

- Yes.

Yes I do.

Tell me a message, God, please.

I need a sign, something I can use.

I can't wait anymore!

You're not gonna answer me.

(bangs)

(shatters)

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 vision or message

for all of mankind?

The first two will take too long,

so no oxygen it is.

You're making me do this.

(gasps)

(choking)

Message?

Give me your message.

(coughs)

What the hell?

- 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 plans?

I know something.

The question is, should I tell?

- You should not tell.

- 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 ODed,
who knows who his dad is.

Anyway, one day we made this 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?

(slow music)

(ominous music)

(smacks)

(growling)

(jumbled whispering)

(growling)

- Felix.

So good of you to make it.

We've been expecting you.

- Where am I?

- Where do you think?

Look around you.

Angels.

What?

Death.

Sure seems like heaven to me.

- But it's not.

- No.

- But you're sending me back, right?

- No.

- Well, you did before.

- Did I?

Was that really me?

It doesn't sound like me.

- Please, Mr. Satan, please.

- (laughs) I'm sorry.

I'm never letting you go.

(laughs)

(gasps)

(growling)

(cracks)

(screams)

- [Woman] He's come to, he's back.

- [Man] You're okay, kid, you're okay.

- Lyric, where's Lyric?

Lyric?

I went to hell.

I went to hell.

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- 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 gonna tell?

- I haven't decided.

- You should be writing this with me.

God saved you too.

- Shut up, Felix.

- What, are you gonna argue

and say that the paramedics saved you?

God was working through those paramedics,

guiding their hands as
they pumped your stomach.

- What will you offer me for my silence?

- Eternal gratitude?

The knowledge that the
story of my salvation

will help so many people?

- You think so highly of yourself.

- Lyric.

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 God loves me.

- But you're lying.

- Not totally.

So what that I swapped 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 not as family friendly.

- You are lying.

- What do you want me to do?

- I want to read the chapters on me.

- Fine.

(dings)

- I have mail.

- There are 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 blahs.

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.

- Where you are gonna, what?

Add a couple more paragraphs?

- Yes.

- 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 man's?

How my breath caught in my
throat like a chronic asthmatic?

- You would love it if
my request went along

with this born again image, wouldn't 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 gonna write about that.

- I know.

You were gonna 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.

(cracking)

- [Man] Stop.

Stop, I'm sorry!

- Do I look 21 now?

It's your fault!

- [Man] No, no!

- I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(slow music)

(phone beeps)

- [Preacher] Felix, it is now 11:02

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

Where are you?

(phone ringing)

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.

I'm 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 gonna do a video

on how to create the perfect cat eye,

but instead I 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 Jekyll and Hyde?

So I never actually read the story

but I think it's about this man Hyde

who takes something and
turns into this monster.

A jackal, you know, 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 them 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.

See, my boyfriend started stalking him,

threatening him, which
was really nice of him.

But then my foster brother
took out a restraining order

and my boyfriend was
already in a bad mood.

His mom had ODed before
but it was never permanent.

And this time is was.

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

They were gonna evict us.

We had no one left.

So one day he had an idea.

- Lyric, 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 nice way 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.

- Do not tell, please.

- You never told me about this.

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

- I did that too.

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."

Who am I to argue with that?

- So we're all good?

- Well, I won't deny I
was horrified by this

but God has taught me

every step back is just
an opportunity to grow.

This terrible violence has opened up

a whole new demographic for us.

- Well, what do you mean?

No one will buy it now?

- No.

No, I mean more people will buy it.

Men.

Some of them weren't gonna
go for that tragic love story

between you and Lyric.

Gouging someone's eye out, that's...

That's gonna 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 gonna
tell everyone at school."

I said "Wouldn't be getting
done that fast be a compliment?"

She looked at me and said
"I hate compliments."

(computer ringing)

- 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 gonna 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 a son, 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.

It's 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?

Oh, no, no, no, no!

I admitted I missed you!

No!

(phone beeps)

(phone ringing)

- [Lyric] Hi, it's Lyric, leave a message.

- God, please!

(knocking)

- Felix.

What is it?

- [Felix] 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, I
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.

- I was weak!

- You said you think she's gonna dispute

certain things that happened.

- Yes.

- Like what?

What does she think didn't happen?

- Well...

- Felix, 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?

- 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?

- Million views per video.

- Mm-hm.

And she uses these videos...

- 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 has 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.

- No.

- I think so.

Any logical person would drop everything

and give their lives over to God

if he brought them back
from the dead but she...

She won't give him any credit

because maybe she's giving
the credit to Satan.

- No.

I think she gives the credit to science.

- That'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.

(laughs) It is time to fight
fire with fire and brimstone.

She needs to be...

She needs to be...

Neutralized.

- 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.

What does neutralized mean?

- Oh, it means no longer a problem.

- How's that happen?

- Any number of ways.

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

But for some people, it takes a lot less.

Felix?

Can I count on you to deal with this?

- Yes.

- I'm going to see that you do.

- God, please, send me a sign, God,

some sort of sign.

Wherever my finger lands
will be your guidance for me.

Huh?

What's that mean?

Just hope you answer me?

Pitch my tent?

Tent.

Camping.

Take her camping.

For hope.

Of course!

It's out of the way, no distractions,

nothing between her and me but God.

(knocking)

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?

- Yes.

(laughs)

- Sure.

I'll go.

- You will?

- Yeah.

Pick me up at 9:00 a.m.

- It's a date.

- It's not.

- [Preacher] You need to be on the lookout

for demonic powers.

Precognition.

Meaning she knows what you're
gonna 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 taking her camping.

- [Preacher] What?

- Near Barstow, it's secluded.

There won't be people there to interrupt.

- [Preacher] Should you
really be saying this

on the phone right now?

- What do you mean?

- [Preacher] 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?

- [Felix] No.

You?

- No.

Another first together.

First kiss, first...

You know.

First time I ever got arrested.

First person I ever died with,

so I guess that makes sense.

- So...

What'd you see?

- 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 your thoughts are darker?

- Why, do you feel different?

- No, I feel better.

I was just gonna say that
if you felt influenced,

we could talk about it.

- Are you fucking serious right now?

- Well, 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.

(slaps)

Are you supposed to turn the other cheek

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 so used to us being us.

- [Lyric] 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?

- [Felix] 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.

(slow music)

(cracking)

(screaming)

What the hell?

- 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.

Hardly had a chance.

- Don't act so emasculated.

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?

(laughs)

What?

- Nothing.

The stuff in the trunk, I thought...

Never mind.

- Come with me.

I want to show you something.

- What is this?

- An example.

Trying to show you the
grave 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.

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 angry you were, I worried.

Lyric.

Did I ruin your second chance?

When you woke up alone,

did that prevent you
from embracing God or--

- 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.

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.

- 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?

- Yes, 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, we can be happy.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

We're gonna start over, we're
gonna 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.

Felix?

- [Felix] Yeah?

- I've really missed you.

- I love you.

I love you so much.

- I love you too.

(phone beeping)

- 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!

(cracking)

Lyric?

(screaming)

Lyric!

Lyric!

Lyric!

Where are you?

(jumbled whispering)

Lyric!

Lyric, where are you?

Lyric?

Lyric?

(gasping)

Why is it filled in?

(screaming)

Lyric?

(grunting)

Lyric, Lyric.

Lyric.

Lyric?

(car engine starting)

Lyric?

Lyric?

Lyric!

Lyric!

Where's her bag?

(beeping)

(phone ringing)

I can't talk right now!

- [Preacher] Why not?

- Lyric disappeared, I
don't know what happened!

- [Preacher] Oh.

- If you can get through, that
means there's reception now.

I need to get off the
phone and call the police.

- [Preacher] No, don't do that yet.

- Why on earth not?

- [Preacher] 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.

- [Lyric] Hi, it's Lyric, leave a message.

- Lyric, where are you?

I love you.

I just want to hear your voice again.

Please call me back.

Please call me back!

(knocking)

Lyric!

Are you there?

What did I do?

What did I do?

Are you okay?

(mumbles)

(jumbled whispering)

- [Lyric] Hey all, it's Lyric.

- Fuck.

- 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.

(phone ringing)

Hi, it's Lyric, leave a message.

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- What?

- [Preacher] Well, what a greeting.

- I'm sorry, my manners have
left me at a time like this.

- [Preacher] Has she called you?

- No.

And she hasn't been online either.

I knew I should have called the police.

- [Preacher] Remember what I said

about God teaching us to
turn a negative experience

into a positive one?

- I see no way that this is positive.

- [Preacher] She was threatening
to lie about our book,

to put a damper on the hope
and joy we were going to sell.

- She already changed
her mind about telling

while we were camping.

- [Preacher] Oh.

I wish you had told me that.

- 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.

- [Preacher] 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?

- [Preacher] I gathered it

from what you've told me about her.

- I never said she did anything like that.

- [Preacher] Then call the police.

What are you gonna say?

Officer, I wanted to
convince my ex-girlfriend

not to tell her 1,000,000
YouTube followers

a devastating lie about me,

so I took her camping in a secluded place

and now she's missing.

- They'll know I didn't do anything.

- [Preacher] You're sure?

(knocking)

- [Felix] Seriously, Lord?

- Felix Phelps.

- Yeah?

- I'm Officer Song.

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.

- Hm.

How about you come down
to the station tomorrow?

- What if she comes back?

- That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

And you wouldn't have to visit me.

Tomorrow.

10:00 a.m.

- Do I need a lawyer?

- Do you?

- No.

- Is there something
you want to tell me now?

- No.

See you at 10.

Fuck.

Help me.

You know I didn't do
anything to her, you know it!

Help.

(phone ringing)

The police were here.

They asked me if I knew where Lyric was.

They think I'm a suspect!

- [Preacher] Well, you won't be anymore.

She just updated her page.

- [Felix] That's it?

- [Preacher] What do you mean?

She's updated.

- Did she?

- [Preacher] Well, who else would have?

- The person who took her and her phone.

- [Preacher] 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!

- [Preacher] Just call the police

and tell them she posted, please.

- Fine!

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

(phone ringing)

- Mr. Phelps.

- Hey, Officer.

I just wanted to let you know

that Lyric Lee posted a new video.

- 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 talked,

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--

- Think on it.

We'll talk soon.

- Lyric.

What did I do?

(knocking)

Go away!

- Felix, it's me!

I'm here for support.

Did you show them the video?

- Yes.

And they don't care.

- Really?

That didn't help?

- Made things worse!

(groans)

- I'm sorry.

- It's not like it's your fault.

- Um.

- I'm not 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?

- [Felix] Preacher, 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 down.

Let's just focus on the
things we can control.

- You need to tell me
where she is right now!

- Back off, Felix.

I know your history.

- Then you know why it's
in your best interest

to tell me where she is!

(screams)

(banging)

Open the door!

- [Preacher] 911.

- Open it!

- [Preacher] 911, I'm being attacked.

I've barricaded myself inside a bathroom.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, hang up the phone.

- [Preacher] Hurry up, please.

I'm at 77 Warmfellow Avenue.

- Hang up the phone!

- [Preacher] I am being
attacked by Felix Phelps.

- Where's Lyric?

Where's Lyric?

(sirens wailing)

(rattling)

- How are you?

Do you want something?

Water, bag of chips, bottle of vodka?

- [Felix] No, thanks.

Have you heard from Lyric?

- We'll get to that later.

First, what was going
on with your preacher?

- 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 Lyric?

- Friday, online.

- Wanna 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.

- Right.

So why did the two of you break up?

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

- So, 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
was limited on my choices.

- You didn't pick God to blame?

Most people do.

- No.

I couldn't.

He saved me.

(laughs)

- He saved you?

- Yeah.

- Do you have any proof of this?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Because to throw away a relationship

based on something that's
not 100% is kinda 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 to 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?

(phone chimes)

(laughs)

- Would you look at that?

Lyric just updated her vlog.

- Is it her?

Is she okay?

- Is she okay?

(voice distorting) Look for yourself.

- [Man] Yes?

- Hi.

I think I 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.

- [Woman] What do you mean,
I'll never see him again?

- They think that but they're not.

- He was supposed to be here.

- Lyric?

Lyric?

Lyric!

Lyric, I'm coming!

Lyric.

(growling)

(smacking)

(grunts)

(screams)

(splashes)

(screams)

Lyric, where's Lyric?

Lyric.

I went to hell.

I went to hell.

Please.

I can't, stop, stop.

Stop!

(growling)

(screams)

God, save me, please!

- Felix, when are 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.

(sirens wailing)

This was your last two weeks together,

six months ago.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

You really thought God saved you.

You put your whole heart into it.

I don't think God's even thought of you.

- Where's Lyric?

Where'd she go after she left the tent?

(laughs)

- Felix, haven't you been listening?

You haven't seen Lyric in six months.

(groaning)

- No.

No.

No.

(slow music)

No.

No.

(bangs)

(laughs)

(groaning)