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Previously, on "God Friended Me."
- Take that, old man! - Old, who you calling old?
You, Uncle T!
I know that you think that he looks up to me
more than you, but that is not the case, Arthur.
- What did you do? - The God account is gone!
It must have been awkward bumping
into your ex with Miles.
- You free Sunday? - Maybe.
Helping people isn't a burden.
- It's an opportunity. - _
Six weeks ago, I got a friend request
from someone calling themselves God.
They started sending me people in need of help.
For the very few of you that have stuck around to listen,
you know that I have resisted. Not anymore.
I am going to see where this road takes me.
Now, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking
for who's behind it, but there's a freedom
in accepting this new path.
A clarity for what I'm trying to do.
I am ready to start growing my audience
one listener at a time.
So if you see any of my posters,
please get the word out.
The Millennial Prophet is making a comeback.
You know, I got to say, bro. This poster is pretty fire.
Yeah, it's smart, Miles.
I mean, grassroots marketing will get you a new audience.
Yeah, well, it's what I need, you know?
Considering I lost most of my listeners
after I changed my message.
Well, you are the atheist working for God now,
so I kind of understand the confusion.
Dude, there is no confusion. We all know it is not God.
True, but whoever's doing this already unfriended you.
All right, this could have all been over.
You know, you're the one who chose
to friend that maniac back. Why?
Because it gives me a sense of purpose.
So you're basically working for the God account?
I'd say it's more like a partnership.
- - _
- What's up? - Uh, it's Eli.
He wants to get dinner.
- Official date? - Yeah, but I'm...
I don't know if I'm ready to go there again.
- Why not? - I mean, we broke up for a reason.
Who's to say it doesn't end the exact same way?
Just because you guys have a history
doesn't meant it'll repeat.
Okay, all this talk about dinner has got me starving.
Dude, you're always starving.
- You know what? - What?
- Dinner's on me? - What?
Just a little thank you for helping me spread the word.
You guys figure out what you want,
- and I'll just hail us a cab. - Okay.
Taxi, taxi!
- - _
Look, guys, guys.
I just got a new friend suggestion.
- Who is it for? - Some guy named Hasan Amir.
Hey, there's our cab.
Where to, my friends?
Have you decided where you would like me to take you?
The Lower East Side is a big place.
Can you narrow it down a little?
Uh, no, yeah, we haven't decided
where we want to have dinner,
but if you could just give us a second, please.
- Of course. - Just pick a place,
and get him talking.
Ooh, can you drop us off at Insomnia Cookies on Orchard?
- Sure. - Cookies, really?
What... yeah, that was the first thing
that came to my mind. Besides, you love desserts.
That is true.
So, um, how long have you been driving a cab?
Almost 15 years, since I moved here.
- Where are you from? - Afghanistan.
I was an engineer in Kabul.
We won the green card lottery,
- so I moved my family here. -
I'm sorry, my wife.
I... I'm sorry, there is a problem with my son.
I have to drop you off,
but we are on the highway and I can't pull over.
Yeah, no, don't stop for us. Family is important.
Thank you.
I'm 24 years old, I can't live like this anymore.
Please, don't go. At least talk to you father.
Mateen, your mother told me
that you have a cell phone hidden in your room.
Who are you talking to that you don't want us to know about?
Why do you have to know who I call, who I talk to?
You don't have to control every aspect of my life.
I feel this guy's pain.
As long as you live under this roof,
you will listen to what we are telling you.
Then I guess I shouldn't be living here anymore.
Mateen! Mateen!
Uh, this really isn't necessary.
Oh, you said you were heading out for dinner.
True, but when we got in the cab,
we were just expecting the ride, not the actual meal.
- It's really good. - After my husband
drove you all the way out here,
the least we can do is feed you.
Well, thank you.
Um, and really, with everything that's going on,
I hope that we're not intruding.
Oh, things will blow over with my son.
It always does.
If you will excuse me, I need to study.
We're having guests, Tarah.
Our guests aren't going to help me study for the LSATs.
Tarah graduated top of her class at Colombia.
One day, she will be a great lawyer.
- Go ahead, bubbah. - It was nice meeting you.
My children have spent more time here in America
than in Afghanistan,
and I'm grateful that they have grown up here,
but it's very difficult
to maintain our Islamic faith and values.
My daughter, Tarah, remains devout.
But I fear my son is slipping away.
Faith...
is the most important thing in our lives.
Clearly, you feel the same way, Miles.
Where'd you get that idea?
I saw the poster you had in my cab.
Um, The Millennial Prophet?
Clearly, it's a podcast about your beliefs.
Yeah, it's more of, like, a play on words kind of thing.
- What do you mean? - I'm an atheist.
- Thanks for the ride, Hasan. - My pleasure.
- All right. - May I say something?
Yeah.
You are a very nice person, Miles,
and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but...
I believe you are lost.
Just because I don't believe in God doesn't mean I'm lost,
just like Mateen wanting some independence
doesn't mean he's slipping away from you.
You should talk to him,
try to find some common ground.
- I appreciate your concern. - Mm-hmm.
But I have faith that my son will return
when he is ready.
See, me and my dad disagreed
about that same thing in the past.
Trust me, the longer you let this go,
the harder it will be to fix it.
It was very nice meeting you, Miles.
You, too.
- Good night. - Good night.
No, no, no, no, no. The inspector comes tomorrow,
which means I need the windows installed today.
Hell, my brother-in-law baptized your first child,
which makes us practically family.
Great, thank you.
Arthur, I'm sorry. Sometimes, I just have to
use our relationship to push people.
Don't apologize. You're in the home stretch.
Yeah, that building's going to be a game-changer.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Lena, how are you? - Eh, doing okay.
Just wish I could see a little bit more
- of my husband these days. - Ah-ha.
Uh, baby, baby, I know I've been working long hours,
but I promise you I'm going to make it up to you, okay?
Well, just as long as we're together tomorrow night.
That's all I care about.
- What's tomorrow night? - Our anniversary?
Okay.
So help me, Terrence, if you forget our anniversary,
you will be sleeping in that building of yours.
- You think she bought it? - I believe she did.
And Ali has everything set tomorrow night at the bar?
- It's all taken care of. - Which reminds me,
- the jazz band we hired. - Mm-hmm?
They can't do it. So, you mentioned that
that woman that fixed your sax
is tapped into that community.
So do you think you can make a call?
See if she can get someone else to do it?
Sure, I'll go down there this afternoon.
And, uh...
if you want to invite her to the party, uh, I'm cool.
What?
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