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David!

David!

David!

I love you, Joseph. / i

Hey, I can wait out here all day.

Jesus.

Your last book sold 5 million copies.

Surely you could've done better than this.

Glad to see that you're writing again.

Yeah, well there have never been a problem

with that, I write every day.

- So, what is the problem?

- I'm done.

This doesn't look like you're done.

This looks like a bestseller.

That's not even a book. It's personal.

All your writing is personal.

That's why it sells.

I write dime store thrillers,

so spare me the pretense.

You have a legion of followers that would disagree with you.

What's this?

That's none of your concern.

- It's just a diary.

- An autobiography?

It's a diary!

I'm part of this support group,

and now we write about our pain.

You know, your writing is a lot more

important than you may think.

I can't begin to fathom what you must be going through.

I'm fine.

Stop punishing yourself Joe.

You've got to get out of this room.

I miss you.

The day that Sarah and David died,/ i

So did my faith in that there was

some sort of higher power./ i

There's no divine beings and a master architect./ i

Surely no deity could be responsible for so much pain, / i

so much f***ing misery./ i

God is dead.

Or maybe he was never alive./ I

All my friends had these, careers,

and I just had a job.

It didn't matter. When I met Henry,

everything changed.

I quit my job ... and I was a wife.

Full time.

I was the most important thing in his life.

He needed me and he was the only family I ever had.

And I was good.

No, I was great.

When he died,

I died too.

I never realized the importance of family,

until the one I had was taken away.

But now, I wake up every morning ...

I write my journal ...

and I know that tomorrow is a new day.

Don't loose those.

High street value and all that.

Yeah.

- You know you're up?

- I don't think that's gonna happen.

- Why not?

- I just don't have very much to say.

You've been coming here for months

and you've not said a thing.

I'm pretty sure you have an encyclopedia

of things to say.

- At least I see you're following the steps.

- Oh yeah.

No it's just ... I don't wanna go in there

and just bore everybody.

My story ends the same as everybody else's,

in Tragedy.

You know for someone so good with words ...

I find it hard to believe you can't find the

right ones to share.

You shouldn't look so surprised.

I read quite a lot you know.

Yeah, sorry.

Hey, um ... seems a bit stupid now, but I read

somewhere that you don't like using computers.

And I saw your tattered notebooks in group, so ...

- I know it's lame.

- Wow, thanks! It's not lame, it's great.

Okay, bye!

Call 911!

Joseph.

Mr. Crone?

Mr. Crone, can you hear me?

- You're one very lucky man.

- Am I?

Yes you are. You are in St. Luke's hospital now.

Mr. Crone, do you remember what happened?

Yeah.

I do not know who your guardian angel is,

but you might consider giving him a raise.

- The other driver?

- He didn't have your luck.

Can I come in?

Sorry, I can leave.

I just didn't know who to call or ....

- There's no one to call.

- Looks like you're gonna need a new watch.

I get to bed every night praying I won't

wake up in the morning.

I pray I walk out of the house and get

struck by lightning.

I pray to a God I know doesn't exist to run me down by car,

and the day it finally happens I walk away

without a scratch.

- It wasn't your time.

- No it is my time, I have no purpose.

You're a famous author, with legions of fans.

Your books inspire millions of people.

- But you have no purpose?

- This is not group therapy. Okay?

Look. I know what it's like to feel sorry for

yourself, and it's dangerous.

I used to be alone and have no reason to ...

- Yeah, I know, you found God.

No. I met someone who showed me something

that changed my outlook on the world.

We all have our purpose.

Just because you feel alone,

it doesn't mean you've lost yours.

- How you're getting home?

- Taking a cab.

No you're not.

I'll get the car and meet you outside.

Do not answer the call, Joseph.

They are watching you.

But do not answer their call.

Will I see you at group tomorrow?

I can give you a lift if you like.

That's probably a good idea considering

my driving skills

See you.

Joseph.

Don't forget this.

Hey ...

I just wanted to say thank you for being there for me.

And thanks for this!

Bye!

Sh*t.

Hello?

Hello?

Joseph?/ i

How'd you get this number?

Dad's dying./ i

The hospital released him to spend his

last days at home./ i

I don't expect you to come,

I just thought you should know./ i

Barcelona, Spain/ i

That address is 45 minutes from Barcelona.

It's a very expensive trip.

- I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish.

- No, no. English.

Returning to Spain brings back so many memories./ i

Things I never wanted to revisit/ i

My old man ... his faith.

A God that abandoned me./ I

My brother, who ...

although we have the same blood,/ i

remains a stranger to me./ i

Hello?

Hello?

You must be Joseph.

- And you are?

- My name is Anna.

So, you are a famous writer?

I don't like your books.

I only believe in one book.

Well, I'm taking care of your father until he passes.

I will give you some time to be with him.

They're watching, Joseph.

They're coming for him.

You must save him.

Are you ready to save him, boy?

- I understand what you're talking about.

- He needs your help.

Dad, I don't know what you're trying to tell me.

He cannot do this by himself.

I'm gonna get Anna, for you.

It's good to see you son.

Joseph?

I can't believe it.

You made it.

- I'm not staying, I can't be here.

- What? Where are you going?

- Hotel.

- A hotel?

Joe, I read online you were in a car accident.

You didn't even call us.

- What could you have done?

- Been there for you.

We've never been there for each other.

Not when we were kids, and you're not

gonna be there for me now.

That could change. We've changed.

The lord has a plan for you brother.

The lords plan hasn't quite worked out for me has it?

Do you resent us that much?

I don't resent you Samuel.

I resent what you represent.

What he represents,

what this whole place represents.

They do not think he'll make it past the week.

I do not think he'll make it past the night.

So whatever hatred you have for the church,

don't take it out on us.

Please.

Stay the night.

- So what happened to your church?

- Congregation dwindled.

More and more lost their faith.

We hope to find a new place as soon as the

messages from our sermon spread.

Perhaps you can lend us some of your loyal readers to the cause.

Yeah ... What cause is that?

Transcending the world's perception of religion.

Yeah, I don't know if my readers would be

buying what you're selling.

You'd be surprised what your fans would believe in.

You know why mom bought this thing

when we moved to Spain?

To remind us that angels are all around us.

Ever since Sarah and David died,

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