I Will Follow You Into the Dark

Try to drink this, sweetheart.

He's not gonna make

it through tomorrow.

But you know, he's not

going to be alone.

Doesn't that give you

any kind of comfort?

I've spent so much time

with you and your father...

When we were waiting for

your mother to pass...

Don't you think she's there

waiting for him right now?

Why don't you go in

there, talk to him?

He's awake.

He'll be up for a little while.

Go talk to your daddy.

Hey, you think you could

get me out of here?

Where to?

I could go for a cold

beer right about now.

Is that game on?

Yeah.

We're playing Boston.

- Yeah?

- We're losing.

Alright, hold still.

Where's your guy?

Come on, stop it.

What's his name?

There is no guy.

After we lost your mom...

It occurred to me...

Just how great that stuff was.

I don't want you alone

out there, Sophia.

I know.

I want you to be

struck by lightning...

Floored by someone you

just can't live without.

Like I was.

You make it sound so easy.

I know.

But if you pay attention...

Something that profound

could actually happen.

Something that profound, huh?

I'm serious.

I've come to a realization that...

This life may actually

be all we really have.

I spent my entire life

trying to live up...

To something...

For the church.

But...

Now I'm finding...

I'm more alone than I ever was.

I know you've been here for me.

But...

Everything I ever believed in...

Was tested after your mom died.

And the more I cried out...

- The lonelier I got.

- Sshh...

I don't feel it anymore, Sophia.

- I think it's never really there.

- Hey, come on.

I need you to consider the possibility

that I was wrong about it.

I was wrong about

everything I taught you.

- Dad, come on.

- Sorry.

- I'm so sorry, Sophia.

- Dad...

Dad, come on. Relax.

Sshh... Don't do this.

- There's nothing here.

- Daddy.

Many of you watch

me grow up here...

In this place that my father

started more than 20 years ago.

And as you know, he devoted his

life to a God he believed...

Was worthy of it.

That he believed was real.

And as you know, he gave

his heart and soul...

To a God that...

Eventually took his beloved wife...

My mother, from us, 6 months ago.

After a year long

battle with cancer.

He gave his heart

and soul to a God...

That mere months

after she passed...

Allowed him to be stricken

with an illness so severe...

That he begged and pleaded

with this God to take him.

Night after night.

Just so he could have

a moment of peace.

I'm not here to talk about...

Where my father is going or...

A God that will received him

at the holy gates of heaven...

I'm here to talk about a man

who was an embodiment...

Of an entire set of

believes for us.

For me.

Because...

I've realized that that set of believes,

as solid as it may have felt...

It was based entirely on his.

Without him, I have

never seen a shred...

Of evidence to validate...

What I had naively

accepted as facts.

As my father lay

on his death bed...

His last words confirmed

something for me.

He said he was wrong.

He was wrong about all of it.

And after days of soul searching...

I believe he was right.

There are no ghosts or demons or loved

ones waiting for us on the other side...

There is nothing.

There is nothing.

Those children stories

we grew up believing...

A grown man living in a whale...

A talking bush...

They're just that,

they're children stories.

I'm sorry to say this here...

And now.

But this earth...

Is all we will ever know.

And I defy god of any kind

to prove me otherwise.

Everyone I have

ever loved is gone.

And the idea of a life

after this, it's a myth.

It's a sham.

And if there is a God

and you can hear me...

Then f***ing prove it.

Are you for real right now?

Seriously, Sophia.

I love your work as much

as anybody else, but...

Don't you think it's time

for some new stuff.

Aha. So you were

thinking about it.

No.

- By the way, they're almost here.

- Who?

This little Penny and her brother.

- They're new in town.

- Here for what?

We're taking them out tonight.

- No, Sam.

- I'm telling you.

This is just what you need.

It'll snap you right out your funk.

I haven't even showered yet.

Don't worry, you smell like roses.

Oh, and bring the camera.

You probably see something

that'll kickstart you a little bit.

James is dying to meet you.

- He likes brunettes.

- Who?

The brother. I told him how fun

and charming you used to be.

Come on.

- I'm busy, Sam.

- No, you're not.

You're hiding, Sophia.

Come on.

Sam... I beg you.

- Hey guys.

- How are you doing?

Great.

James, slight change of plans.

Sophia's got a migraine, so it's

just gonna be the three of us.

Okay.

But they are beautiful,

thank you mate.

Well, physically

everything is normal.

Same as it was a

couple of weeks ago.

Sophia, you're going to live

a long and healthy life.

Good. Good cause I've...

I don't know, I feel like things

haven't been right lately.

Grieving is a journey.

Takes time.

I know it does.

But I feel...

I feel like...

Like what?

Come on.

I've known you since

you were in braces.

I can't even explain it.

I just feel like...

It's the way people look at me.

Is it similar to how you feel

when you're in high places?

Because I know you've been noticing

your fear of heights a bit more.

Yeah, I think that'll

always be there.

Well, that's true. But I think

the fear of height...

Has something to do

with a lack of control.

What about your personal life?

You getting out

there a little bit?

It's a little slow.

Sophia, I see girls your age

coming here all the time...

And they all have this...

Spark of hope in their eyes.

They've got the whole world

laid down in front of them.

That's in there, somewhere.

Do you feel alone?

I am alone.

But that's okay,

that's just how it is.

Doesn't have to be.

I think maybe it does right now.

Why?

Because how can I possibly

lose someone else?

You know? It's like...

I'm not physically

built to endure it.

You know? I give up another

piece of me and I lose it...

So this is it, and

I'm okay with that.

Are you?

Yes.

Oh my God!

I am so sorry. Are you alright?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Is there like a bruise

or a cut or something?

No, it's okay.

Here, let me help you up.

I'm so sorry.

I... I run sometimes.

To get there quicker. I scared

the crap out of you, didn't I?

No.

Yeah, you scared me half to death.

Yeah, I...

Don't know how I could miss you.

I'm Adam Hunts, by the way.

Sophia Monet.

- Like the painter?

- Yeah, exactly like him.

Do you paint?

No, I'm a photographer.

Well, Miss Monet, I totally get being

startled in the dark. It happens.

It might have been the creeper running

through the darkness that did it.

Yeah. Yeah, it might have.

What's wrong?

Oh no, nothing.

Are you sure?

It doesn't look like nothing.

Yeah, it's okay. I just...

I keep seeing these

blank of spots.

Are you serious?

Here, wait just look at me.

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