God Friended Me

Previously on "God Friended Me"...

I got a good friend,

teaches marketing over at Harlem College.

You should take his class.

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

- - It's Eli.

You gonna give him another shot?

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

The Blue Danube has a house band.

We could meet here and walk over.

Yes.

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

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

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

Make him come to us.

New York City,

the most diverse city in the world,

but in a time where technology and faith

have collided instead of providing a way for us

to share our ideas and our beliefs,

we're left feeling more disconnected than ever.

That's why my podcast is so relevant.

The Millennial Prophet is a podcast destination

for those looking to bridge the divide

between believer and non-believer.

- - Thank you, Miles.

Your assignment this week is to perfect your elevator pitch.

Now turn to the person next to you,

and this is your new partner.

I want you to familiarize yourself

with each other's products and give productive feedback.

See you next week.

Hi, partner.

I'll send you a link to my podcast

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

Oh, I've already listened. I like it.

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

Wow, thanks.

I did have one question about your podcast.

This God Account you talk about,

is that for real?

The account, yes. God, no.

So when you get a Friend Suggestion,

you have to figure out how to help them?

Yeah, and it's not easy.

Here we go.

- _ - Wait.

Are you messing with me?

No, they send me a Friend Suggestion

when I'm talking about them,

they're probably listening to us right now.

Yeah, it's 2018,

our phones are listening to all of us.

So how are you going to find this Blair Lewis?

- I have no clue. -

Excuse me, can you hold the elevator?

Thanks.

No worries.

Having a good day?

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

You?

- So far, so good. - All right.

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

I think the elevator stalled.

It's okay. I'll call security.

I think it's broken.

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

We got to get out of here now.

Don't worry, I'll call 911.

But there's no service.

Hey. Hey! We're stuck in here!

Can someone please call the fire department?

My doctor told me not to put myself

in stressful situations.

It can induce labor, and my baby is breech.

I can only deliver by c-section.

Oh, okay. Look at me.

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

My name is Miles. This is Nia,

and we're here with you.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm Blair.

So have you picked a name yet?

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

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

She said that

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

so she wanted it to have a very special meaning.

So when I was born, my mother looked at me

and saw the face of my father

and she saw the face of her father,

both of whom marched on Washington and Selma

for equality.

My mother never wanted me to forget

the miles and miles that my father and my grandfather

walked for my Civil Rights.

That's beautiful, Miles.

You okay?

I think I am.

Oh, thank God.

Who knows what would have happened

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

Thank you, guys. I owe you one.

I'm glad we could help.

You sure did.

Thank you, Miles. Thank you, Nia.

Talk about a great elevator pitch.

You knew exactly how to help her.

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

Usually I'll get another Friend Suggestion

to let me know that my work here is done.

Um...

- kind of like this. - _

But it usually doesn't happen this fast.

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

Morning.

Morning.

_

What?

I have to meet someone about a story.

Let me guess. Miles?

Great guess.

Have you told him we're dating?

No.

I mean, this just happened.

Miles and I are just friends,

but you're right. I should tell him.

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

hoping to lure out Falken,

and instead we got every nut job on the Dark Web

claiming to actually be Falken.

Can you blame them? Falken's been an

urban legend for almost a decade.

Nobody knows who he really is,

beyond being a genius coder

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

You ever read his manifestos on AI

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

They are sublime.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Go... go back up to that message from FIBONACCI61.

Fibonacci? As in the mathematician.

Mm-hmm, the God Account's got a thing for Fibonacci.

Open it.

- _ - 1,600, 4:00,

with coordinates to a location.

It's for Strawberry Fields in Central Park.

The seed pattern on strawberries

adhere to the Fibonacci sequence.

Whoever this is, they're legit.

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

No, no, no. We talked her down

from having a panic attack

and saved ourselves from delivering her baby.

You made me come all the way over here,

and you've already helped your Friend Suggestion?

Okay, sorry, guys. Sorry.

Lucy and I might have made contact with someone

who knows Falken.

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

Just... they go by the username FIBONACCI61,

and they sent us coordinates related to the sequence,

and they want to meet later this afternoon.

- Is it legit? - Not sure.

Let Lucy and me check this one out first.

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

Okay, well, I'm gonna head out,

- unless there's anything else... - Actually, yeah, after Blair,

I got a new Friend Suggestion,

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

Come on. We always say that.

How bad could their problem be?

His name is Sal Thompkins,

71, he was a divorce lawyer,

and as of a month ago...

he's dead.

Yeah, that's pretty bad.

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

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

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

Did he have any family?

Nah, according to his obituary

he had no surviving relatives.

His wife died years ago.

Then why send the Friend Suggestion now?

Uh, guys, I think I know.

Oh, his estate sale's today at his brownstone in Brooklyn.

Well, whatever's going on

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

I love estate sales.

You guys ever seen "Estate Sale Wars"?

I am obsessed.

You don't think it's weird,

shopping for a dead person's stuff?

Absolutely not.

- Nice paintings. - Look around.

There's no photos of his wife or friends.

So how do you know what's for sale?

Everything is for sale.

- This fork is for sale? - Yeah.