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New York City.
Center of the universe.

Home to 8.6 million people.

A diverse melting pot
of culture.

Everyone searching
for meaning and answers.

I thought
I had it all figured out.

But then, something happened,

and it changed my life forever.

There is no proof of God
anywhere in the universe.

We will debate that and more
on today's episode

of "The Millennial Prophet."

I am your host, Miles Finer,

reminding you that there
is no God, and that is okay.

My guest today
is an old NYU friend,

one of my favorite people.

Ladies and gentleman,
welcome to the podcast.

Rabbi Zoe Schwartz.

Thank you so much
for having me, Miles.

But per usual,
you're misinformed.

There is proof of God
in the Torah.

The miracles of Sinai,
for instance.

You grew up in the church.

You know this better
than anyone.

Yes, it's true,
my father's a reverend.

We got the whole
Luke/Vader dynamic going on.

But be honest, if I told you
that God sent me a message

in the form a burning bush,
you would think I was insane.

- Not necessarily.
- Come on, Zoe.

- What?
- I understand that

it is comforting to believe

that there is someone
watching over us,

but there is no external force

that's going to reach out
and solve our problems.

- What happened to you, Miles?
- Nothing.

I just want to help people

take responsibility
for their own lives.

I think we would all
be better off if we did.

Hi, Eric. It's Miles Finer

I was just calling to see
if you had an opportunity

to listen to my podcast.

I think it would
be perfect for Sirius.

Um, you have my phone number,
and my email.

So... yeah.

All right, bye.

What?

Miles.

Matcha latte.

Hey, man, I checked out
your podcast, bro.

It's dope.
You making a living doing that?

Yeah, yeah.

I got a ton of listeners,
you know?

Advertising dollars
are really rolling in.

I feel like
I'm making a difference.

And when is the last time

you saw your credit card,
Mr. Johnson?

Well, the only way I can
track it is if they use it.

Yes, it does have a chip.

What am I good for?

Um...

You know,
I've been asking myself that

a lot actually, lately.

Um, I th...

Hello? Hello?

Do you know how many people
are on the planet, Miles?

Roughly 7 billion, okay?

You know what the chances are

of finding that one
right person for you?

Your mom set you up
on another date?

Yeah, she's obsessed, man.

She's trying to find me
a soul mate again.

I'm like, hello,
there's no such thing,

and she doesn't care,
she just like.

"You have
a karmic destiny, Rakesh.

You're to marry an Indian girl."

I'm like, why can't you just
let me be miserable

on a dating app
like everyone else?

Yo, Eric from Sirius
just emailed me!

Amazing! Who's that?

He's the guy that runs
that podcast channel.

I sent him my show,
and, apparently, he dug it,

and he wants me
to submit a presentation

by Friday
to see where it's headed.

Miles, you're about to blow up.

You think you'll
get to meet Howard Stern?

Probably not.

Congrats on the podcast,
big bro.

I know you're not down
with the message,

but your support
means everything.

That's good to know.

'Cause I want you
to do me a favor.

- Yeah, anything.
- Anything?

- Yeah, what's up?
- I want you to come to Dad's

25th at the church this Sunday.
Anything but that.

The two of you
haven't spoken in months.

Come on, this is
the perfect opportunity

for you two
to start talking again.

Why do I have
to take the first step?

If Dad wanted me there,
he would have invited me.

Of course Dad wants you there.

You know every Sunday
after church,

he goes to St. Nicholas park.
So he goes to play chess.

He goes there because
that's where

the two of you used to play.

Look, Miles,
what is it going to take

to bring the two of you
back together?

Look, sis, I have to get home
and finish this presentation.

- Thanks for the beer.
- Anytime.

Holy.

Hey! Damn kids.

You come around here again,
I'll call the police!

Who's John Dove?

- Stacy, wait, please!
- Whoa!

- I am so sorry.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Stacy, hold on.
Hey, hey, hey, wait.

Wait, just give me
one more chance.

Just talk to me.
You've changed, John.

I'm sorry, it's over.

Hey, John Dove! Hey!

Hey, hey,
somebody stop that guy!

Whoa, what the hell, man?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think you just saved my life.

Thank you.

Yeah, no, Miles, hey.
That guy was not going to jump.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is all
just some elaborate hoax.

That's what it is.

Yeah, yeah.

Nice try.

Come on.

Yo, who the hell is Cara Bloom?

- Cara.
- Hey.

In my office, now.

Do you see the hotboard?

You used to have
the top trending stories

on our site every week.
Yeah, yeah, I know.

And I'll get back there,
I promise.

I don't want promises,
I want articles.

You haven't written one
in six weeks.

I'm just working
through a rough patch.

You know, it took Hemmingway
ten years

to write his second novel.
Is that true?

I think.

Look, I don't know what's
going on with you lately,

but I can't cut you
any more slack.

I want a story
by the end of the week.

And it goes without saying,

this is one of those
"or else" situations.

Let me get this straight, okay?

You're being catfished
by someone

calling themselves God
on Facebook.

Yes, and I need your
hacker skills

to get me their IP address.
Bro, keep your voice-

How many times I got to
tell you I'm not a hacker?

Okay, I'm a
video game enthusiast.

Plus, you said it yourself,
it's just a prank.

So focus on your presentation.
I will, but first,

I've got to figure out
who's behind this.

Why?

So they're trolling you.
Let it go.

I believe everything in life
can be explained.

That there is no God,
and there is someone out there

who is going through
a whole lot of trouble

to prove me wrong.
I can't let that go.

Okay, you really think
someone paid this Dove guy

to pretend to jump
in front of that train?

Yes, what other explanation
is there?

It's like "The Game."

Great flick. Early Fincher.

Okay, what do you know?

Okay, I looked into
John Dove's Facebook account.

It's a ghost town. My only lead?

Cara Bloom.

Okay, what do you
know about her?

Come see for yourself.

She went to Ohio State,
writes for "Catapult,"

and runs marathons.
Cute and accomplished, bro!

Why can't I ever match
with someone like her?

- This isn't Tinder, Rakesh.
- You mean Bumble, bro.

Nobody uses Tinder anymore.

Look, she just checked in
to SoulCycle.

I'm going to go down there,

and I'm going to
get to the bottom of this.

That's a bad idea, Miles.

What are you going to tell her?
God sent you?

I can't feel my legs,
but my ass looks great.

- So, fair trade.
- Yeah, it does.

I got to run to Trader Joe's.
See you later?

Yeah, see you.

Cara, Cara! Miles Finer.

Come on.

Don't act like
you don't know who I am.

I don't, so have a nice day.

- Wait, are you God?
- Excuse me?

I mean, not like "the" God.
There is no God.

I just really want to know
who's behind the God account.

The God account?
What are you talking about?

Wow, you are a committed actor.

What, did you study with
Stella Adler or something?

Look, I don't know what
you're on, but I carry mace.

And I work at IdentitySeal,

so you tell
whoever's behind this

I will jack up their credit!

Be glad you didn't grow up
with social media.

Delete, delete. Good-bye.

It's time to refocus, and get
this presentation to Sirius.

What the?

What the hell?

You want to believe
in the heavenly father.

- No, my presentation!
- Deep down, I know you do.

No, no, no, my presentation!

Behold his mighty hand!

No.

No, no, no, no! Come on, no!

Where's my presentation?

How do you cure writer's block?

Cara.

What the hell
are you doing here?

This has gone too far.

Hacking my computer,
my presentation, my thermostat.

Who is behind the God account?

Listen, I don't know anything
about the God account.

Or the temperature
in your apartment,

or how did you
even get back here?

Are they paying you for this?

Are you writing a story
about it?

A story. Yeah, I'm staring at

a blank page and my career
is hanging in the balance,

so I would say no.
You're telling the truth?

You're not in on any of this?

I don't even know what this is.

- Hey, you okay?
- It doesn't make any sense.

Why would they send me
your name?

Wait, what do you mean
send you my name?

Look.

Wait, so someone
calling themselves God

sent you
a friend suggestion for me?

Look, I know how it sounds,
but yes.

Cara, where's my story?

I am working on it.
Making progress.

Who is this?

This is someone that I'm
interviewing for my story.

Really? What's it about?

Well, it's a think piece about

the intersection
of faith and science

through the prism
of social media.

It's going to be great.

I like it.
I want 1,000 words tomorrow.

Hey, I did not say you can
write a story about this.

Yeah, well,
this isn't just about you.

Look, they sent you
my name, too.

You want to figure out
who's screwing with you.

I'm a journalist.
I know how to find people.

And I will...

but only if I get the story.

You find them...

we talk.

Deal.

So I assume you've looked into
this God account.

- What do you know?
- Not much.

I tried to get my boy, Rakesh,
to find me the IP address,

but he won't do it for me.

But he might do it for you.

- Rakesh, the door.
- Got it, Mom.

Cara, Rakesh. Rakesh, Cara.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What is she doing here?

- She can hear you.
- Right.

She's not involved.
I told her everything.

She's going to help me
figure out who's behind this.

But we need a favor
from you, first.

This is my workout attire.

I do 60 crunches
every morning, so.

Look, I know
you're not a hacker,

but if there's any way you
can get us that IP address...

No, guys, I'm a hacker.

I'm a badass hacker, actually.

Guys, this can't be right.

The God account's
being protected

by a firewall
I've never seen before.

- Don't mess with me.
- I'm not messing with you.

Man, this code is sublime.

Like, there's only a small pool
of people on the planet

who could've written
something like this.

So there's no way
to track the IP address?

No, I said small pool.

Lucky for you guys,
I'm swimming in it.

Okay, here's the thing though.

If what I see here is right,

there's a good chance that Dove
guy really was going to jump.

Explain.

It's called
predictive analytics.

It's a type of AI
used to determine

the outcome of events.

So theoretically,
someone with this technology

could have just know Dove
was depressed and suicidal.

Even if what
you're saying is true,

there's no way
they could have known

that I would have
stepped in and saved him.

Unless that's the point
of it all.

To see if you would.

I really think
you saved this guy.

Look, we need to find
this Dove guy.

My money says he's in on it.

Yeah, but our best lead
is this IP address.

How long would it take you
to crack it?

I don't know, man.
I'll keep working on it,

but I have a date
in a few hours.

She's not my girlfriend.
I'm totally single.

My mom's making me go.

I have to redo my presentation

for Sirius by tomorrow,
and this thing is spiraling.

Is he always this dramatic?

You should see him
at a Yankees game.

Al, you sure this isn't
one of your psych experiments?

Right before God friended me,

you were trying to convince me
to go see Dad.

Miles, I am not behind this.
You know I detest social media.

Wait, what happened
with you and your Dad?

- Nothing.
- Our dad is a reverend.

Miles is an atheist.
You do the math.

- That explains a lot.
- Wait a minute.

You don't think Dad
is behind this, do you?

Really, Miles?
He can't even use Netflix.

You know what's happening to you

is kind of like
the prodigal son,

except God is using Facebook

to bring you and Dad
back together.

Do you see what growing up

in a house of religion
does to the mind?

- She makes a good point.
- Thank you.

So you believe in God?

I mean, I wouldn't say
that I'm religious,

but yeah, I am spiritual.
Boy, here we go.

Spiritual.

You mean the biggest cop out
in all of religion?

- What?
- Well, you can't have

one foot in the eternal plane,

and the other
in the "I'm cool" category.

It doesn't work like that.

You either believe or you don't.

Or you recognize that there's
something greater at work here.

I don't know, some grand design
connecting us all.

Otherwise, life just seems
kind of pointless.

- I like her.
- Trust me.

There is no grand design.

Whoa, Rakesh.
Tell me you got something.

Miles, I did it. I found God.

He's in Jersey.

Wait, look,
the house is for sale.

Well, Rakesh tracked them here.

Someone's inside.

So how does a preacher's son
lose his faith in God?

- Pretty easily.
- Wait, let me guess.

You felt religion was forced

down your throat,
so you rebelled.

Got your hands
on Hitchens and Dawkins,

never looked back?

Yeah, something like that.

I don't know. Maybe God moved.

Hey, look.
There's a light on over here.

All right, come on.

Open up. Open up.

You're messing
with the wrong guy.

Step aside.

Give me some light.

- What?
- Nothing.

Just admiring your skills.
What, did you write an article

about picking locks
or something?

It was more of a PSA
on how easy it is

to break into your own house.

It went viral in like,
15 minutes.

What?

That is impressive.

Thank you.

Hey, you got a plan, right?

Because I'm guessing
whoever's up there,

they don't want to be found,
and they might not be friendly.

Trust me. I got a plan.

Hey, it's Miles Finer.

I know you're in there.
Come out now.

Great plan.

Yeah, so much for
the light of God.

This was a bogus lead.

Or maybe not. Look at this.

Yeah, it's Jersey.
They're tacky.

No, whoever's behind this
knew I would end up here.

That angel might as well be
giving me the middle finger.

That's ridiculous.
They're painting over it

because they're
selling the house.

No, I got a bad feeling
about this.

- The food is really good.
- Yeah, yeah, it is, yeah.

- Important message?
- Um, it's a friend of mine.

He's in Jersey looking for God.

You're funny.

Most of the guys my parents
set me up with are total bores.

Yeah, you know, honestly,

I don't know why
they've got to do this to us.

I mean, we're perfectly capable
of deciding

who we want
to fall in love with.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
you're gorgeous,

but I'm sure there are
plenty of other guys out there

you'd rather be on a date with.

Actually, I'm enjoying myself.

And I think you're pretty cute.

Okay.

You know what I like to do
to get back at my parents?

What?

Things they wouldn't approve of.

Ioh-.

I also like to do those things.

It's too bad we both
live at home.

I called a Lyft.
Tina, Ford Fusion.

Four minutes away.

Hey, you okay?

It's weird, I had
the same exact bench

on my front porch growing up.

Every day,
I'd sit there, just...

waiting for...

Waiting for what?

Nothing.

It doesn't look like nothing.

Hey, Rakesh, what's up?
You need to get back

to your apartment like,
right now, man.

I think Mr. Robot
hacked your computer again.

Wait, dude, why are you
at my apartment?

Not important. Stay focused.

Man, your iPhoto library
is on loop.

The same song is playing
over and over.

Even I can't make it stop.
What song?

Yeah, I already tried that.

My guess is they used
a smurf attack.

Your pictures are really great.

How many times
I got to tell you,

you got to switch your Wi-fi
to WPA2.

- You just pull the plug.
- No, no.

There has to be a reason
why they're doing this.

- How'd you get it to stop?
- I didn't.

You know, I just
remembered I'm on deadline,

so I got to go.

Cara, hold up.

Hey, what's going on?

- Nothing, I'm fine.
- Cara, is everything okay?

Yeah, I just...
I need to finish my story.

I'll see you later.

- What was that all about?
- I don't know.

She got really weird
when she saw the photo.

Yeah, but why?
It's just you and your family.

My mom's doctor and nurse.

It was right after my mom
had her last chemo.

What?

You think she knows one of them?

You remember their names?
I was eight.

But there is one person
who may know.

God is always testing us,

and we know this
from the Book of James,

Chapter 1, Verse 12.

"Blessed is he who remains
steadfast under trial,

"for when he has stood the test,

he will receive
the crown of life."

You getting ready for Sunday?

Miles.

I used to love
listening to your sermons.

I would sneak in
to the back of the chapel

and watch you practice.

That's until Mom caught me
and made me do my homework.

I remember.
What are you doing here?

I need your help
with something, um...

Do you remember
Mom's doctor and nurse?

Um...

What's this about?
I just need their names.

Sure, son. Um...

This is Dr. John Andrews,
and his nurse, Susan Albright.

They took great care
of your mother.

- Thank you.
- Hey, Miles, wait.

I've been meaning to reach out
to you about Sunday.

Um, the church is celebrating
my 25 years here, and...

I'd like you to come.

It's a good thing
I stopped by so you can ask me.

I deserved that.
I should have called.

I guess I was afraid
that you'd say no.

Or maybe you were afraid
that you would be judged

because your son
doesn't believe in God?

And what am I supposed
to feel about that?

II've devoted my life to God,

and you spread the notion
that he doesn't exist.

III know you think
you're helping people,

but you're not. That's not true.

Name one person.

One person
who's life you changed.

It's a podcast, Dad.
I don't have to see the person

to know that I am
making a difference.

You are taking away
people's hope.

And you're lying to them!

You're telling them that God
is watching over us.

You know better than anyone
that's not true.

What I know is...

Is that you're angry.

You don't think that
what happened

made me question my faith?

What I also know is,
is that we can't

keep having this argument.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right about that.

- Want to talk about it?
- Not really.

Also, if you're still mad
at me for hooking up

with Jaz at your place, you're
kind of missing the point.

No, I'm not mad,
but please enlighten me.

If we don't
go back to your place,

I don't call you about God
hacking your computer,

and Cara doesn't see the doctor
and the nurse in the photo.

So if you think about it...

I'm kind of the hero
of this story.

Okay, here we go.

Into the Department of Records.

It says Dr. Andrews moved out
of the city years ago.

Okay, try Susan Albright.

Moved from Ohio to New York
18 years ago.

Changed her name.
It used to be Susan Bloom.

She's Cara's mom.

Hell of a view.

Yeah, yeah. I love it up here.

Your roommate told me
that you were up here.

Hey, sorry for
running out last night.

I was just stressed about work.

Look, I know the nurse
in the photo is your mom.

She left when you
were a kid, right?

That's who you were waiting for
on the bench?

I don'tl don't really
want to talk about this.

Come on, your mom and my mom
were in the same photo.

What are the odds?

That must be the reason
why they sent me your name.

- Miles.
- They want me to help you

find her... Miles, you're wrong.

- How can you say that?
- Because I already found her.

When?

Six weeks ago.

On the subway.

She was sitting
right across from me.

Um...

Look, you were right.

My mom did leave
when I was seven.

And then, a couple months later,

she came back,

and she told my dad
that she'd gotten sober.

But then, a few months
after that, she left for good.

All I knew was that
she came to New York,

so after college,
I came here looking for her.

But nothing ever came of it
until I saw her that day.

- What did you say to her?
- Nothing.

Nothing, I justl froze.

And when she got off
the train, I...

I followed her
to St. Vincent's Park,

and I sat there, watching her.

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

I thought I would
work up the nerve

to say something to her,
but I didn't.

And I have gone back
pretty much every day since

at the exact same time,

and I sit on the
exact same bench,

but every time...

I lose my nerve.

And ever since I saw her,

I can'tl can't sleep,
I can't write.

But don't you see?
That's why you

have to go talk to her.

Things won't get better
unless you do.

Why do you even care?

You're just trying to figure
out who's behind all of this.

That's not true.

You asked me why
I don't believe in God.

Whenwhen I was eight,

my mother was diagnosed
with breast cancer,

and the doctor said she had
six months to live.

And so I prayed for a miracle,
and then it happened.

She went into full remission.

The doctors couldn't even
explain it.

I don't understand.
If God answered your prayers,

why don't you believe?

Because on the way home
from the hospital,

she died in a car accident.

Miles. I am so sorry.

I tried to make sense of it,

and the only way I could

was that there was no God.

Because if there was,
that means that he is cruel,

and I don't want
to live in a world

governed by someone like that.

Look, I don't know
who's behind this,

or why they chose me.

But I do know that your mom
is still out there,

and you can still have
a relationship with her.

I'd give anything
to say the same.

Yeah, but what if she wants
nothing to do with me?

Then you know,

and you can finally move on.

Um...

There she is.

Okay.

- You can do this, yeah?
- Yeah.

I'll be right here.

Unless I get hungry,
then I'll be

across the street
getting a churro.

- You got it.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hello.

It's a really nice day.

Yeah, it is.

Cara?

Hi, Mom.

How?

It's a long story.

I heard you became a nurse.
That'sthat's good.

Cara.

Why didn't you come home?

I tried, but I couldn't.

Then you should have
tried harder.

- Please let me explain.
- No.

No.

I grew up thinking
that you hated me.

I spent years in therapy

trying to figure out
what I did wrong.

I deserve a better answer
than "I tried."

Mom?

Is everything okay?

No.

Guess that answers that.

Cara, wait.

Cara!

Cara!

Cara! Cara!

- She came out of nowhere.
- Call 911!

Cara, stay with me.
Stay with me, Cara.

Stay with me.

No, no, no. She's not breathing.

What's taking so long, man?
I'm on hold.

John Dove?

You're the guy from the subway.

She needs a doctor.

I am a doctor.

We got a pulse.

I just spoke with the attending.

Cara's resting.
It wasn't pretty.

She has a punctured lung,
and a couple bruised ribs,

but she's going to be okay.

That's good.

So you just so happened
to be driving by

at that very moment?
No one put you up to it?

Put me up to what?
What are you talking about?

Just a hell of a coincidence,
you being a doctor.

Well, technically,
I'm not anymore.

After what happened
on the subway,

I decided to take a leave.

I had just lost a patient
on the table.

My girlfriend broke up with me.

It felt like an avalanche.

When you pulled me back...

I realized, you know,
I didn't want to die.

That's good.

And for what it's worth,

you seem like
a very good doctor to me.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Like I got hit by a car
really hard.

Thought I lost you there.

I'm still here, thanks to you.

You saved John Dove,

and he saved me.

If you think about it, it's
kind of like a grand design.

Have you heard anything
about your podcast?

- I didn't turn it in.
- What?

I couldn't leave without
knowing that you were okay.

You have somebody
here to see you.

Hi.

You called her?

- I'll wait outside.
- No, wait, you stay.

What do you want?

You asked me why
I never came back.

I did.

- What?
- You were in eighth grade.

I came to one
of your track meets.

You were running the 400.

That was my race in high school.

You won, and I saw you.

You looked so happy,
so confident.

Why didn't you say anything?

I was afraid...

If I came back, and things
didn't work out again,

it would shatter you forever.

And I couldn't take that chance.

So I walked away.

I've thought about
that moment every day since.

Hoping one day
I might get another chance.

So I just want you to know,

if you'd let me...

I want to be
a part of your life.

People say that God
has a plan for all of us.

That we're all part
of a grand design.

Well, I never believed that
to be true,

but then, he friended me,

and it kind of turned my life
upside down.

Not that I think it's God,

but in these crazy times
we live in,

we owe it to ourselves
to ask the tough questions,

and to open our minds to
a new way of seeing the world.

A place where we can
find our voice again.

Top story on the board.
Impressive work.

Don't make me wait six weeks
for the next one.

Where old wounds can heal,

and new relationships can begin.

- Hi.
- Liv.

This is your sister, Cara.

Hi, Liv. It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Where we finally understand
our purpose.

And find love
in the most unexpected place.

The world we live in today

asks more of us now
than ever before.

It demands more of us. Why?

Because as our minds
and our hearts

and our ambitions flourish,
so too, the roads to sin.

It's not going to be easy.

Change never is.

We just need to have the courage

to take the first step.

I read your story
about finding your sister.

It was really touching.
Thank you.

Yeah, and I appreciate you
not mentioning

the whole God account thing.

Yeah, you know,
it was never my story to tell.

Besides, I actually really loved

how you talked about it
on your podcast.

Wait, you listened
to my podcast?

Maybe.

You're not the only one.

Eric from Sirius listened
to it, and he loved it.

- What?
- And he wants to meet.

- Miles, that's amazing.
- Yeah.

I'm so happy for you.

So, um, have you heard anything
from the God account?

Not since they
sent me your name, why?

Well, just because I told you

I'd help you
get to the bottom of it.

So I will.

Besides, maybe we'll do
some good in the process.

Actually make a difference
in some people's lives.

Yeah, that wouldn't be so bad.

I have to go.

My sister has a soccer game.
That's crazy, right?

Yeah, yeah, go do your thing.

Okay, whenever you hear from
the God account, text me.