8 a.m. the morning after Abie's party, Blake and Joanna are still asleep in bed, oversleeping from being tired from late night partying at Abie’s, and still having to come home and catch up with what they missed on God’s Plan TV. Of course, Joanna went straight to bed, she has work this morning, but Blake can do whatever the hell he likes; one of the perks of being unemployed. Now, there's knocking on the front door that each of them, gaming the other to be the tool, decide not to acknowledge. But Blake knows it has to be him to get it. Joanna has work to worry about, and she better not be bothered by anything to keep her from getting to work, and bringing home the beans. So, Blake grudgingly gets off his ass, swearing to himself at whomever it is that has decided to stress him in this manner. And he knows it's probably that doofus; Olly. The knocking continues rather annoyingly. “I’m coming, I'm coming.”
“It’s me, dude,” says Olly.
“Your point?” Blake unlocks the door, swinging it open to reveal a smiling, satisfied Olly. This guy has just slept with his ex, a woman he's still in contact with, and actually still cares a great deal for, but it's cool; “I'm doing his sister,” Blake thinks. And of course, Olly thinks likewise. But really they're both reasonable enough to understand that there's nothing to it: No one’s cheating on anyone. “Hey!” Blake cheers, “There’s my main man. Ain't you the best version of yourself now, you older women mongering, barely layable young boy.”
“I needed to get laid,” Olly smiles, walking into the door, Blake shutting it behind him. Olly continues, “very desperately in fact, I woulda taken whatever I could get, anything, hell, I was starting to consider dudes…”
Blake nods, solemn, knowing for a fact that Olly's being serious. He'd been wondering how the boy survives without the tender loving care of a girl, the outlook of a lay.
Olly continues, “And then, last night when I went to Abie's to check her TV, she seemed extremely alluring, and get this, she was actually hitting on me in a kinda polite, level-headed way. It was clear she knew what she wanted, and she was very tender, and reasonable, and kind, and slutty,” Yes, truth be told, Olly loves the slutty type. Don't get me wrong, it's not like he's a whore monger, or in any way at all patronizes prossies. But he likes the kind of girls with quasi-prossie mentality: Girls that always dress extremely scanty, flirt with other guys, but not taking it too far of course---as he himself wouldn't mind making dirty jokes with any random girl---and are routinely needing his magical touch, and always willing to experiment. And in all this, they must reasonable, level-headed, and care about the environment---Olly's a devout Greenpeace member---On the whole, you may say Olly has a fetish for dating girls he suspects are two-timing, just as along as he can't prove it. “She felt like a completely differently person, and I had to admit to myself I was falling for her. And rightfully so, she's an extremely pleasant person now.”
“ ’Course she is, man.”
“She’s just what I need in my life.”
“Sure?” Blake asks.
“Absolutely. I never felt this way about anyone the morning after.”
“Nice.”
“I’m sticking with her, man. I'm sticking with her for life.”
Blake can't help but smile, “Well in that case, I'm happy for you, bro.” He draws Olly into a hug.
“Thanks, man,” Olly begins getting emotional. “It’s like everything good I want for myself began happening when that insane lightning struck the house last night. First,” he motions to the playing TV, “we get TV from the future, then I find the girl of my dreams, and she lives right next door. And I know money's on the way from God's Plan TV to impress her with. Things are finally lining up, and I know it's gonna be a good life.”
“Yeah, man, the good life is here, and nothing and nobody can keep us from it.”
“Yeah.” Olly gets teary, “I love you, man,” he hugs Blake, and this whole emotional thing is kind of awkward for Blake, but seeing the profound relief Olly's having, he has to conform with it, and accommodate his friend Olly, “I love you too, Olls.”
Joanna appears in her dressing gown, staring at the hugging, solemn men. “What’d I miss?”
“Olly’s fallen in love with Abie,” says Blake.
“She’s the one, Jo,” says Olly.
“Abie,” Joanna ponders, “Well, at your own risk.”
“Yeah,” Blake giggles. “Okay. You're in love with Abie, we get it, congratulations.”
“Yep,” says Olly, smug.
“So,” Blake continues. “You have a website to build, an untraceable website. And find out everything we need to know about that Henry Cassidy fella.”
“Who?” Olly asks.
“The program director at Ent, man, keep your head in the game.”
“Right.”
Later at night, Blake, Joanna and Olly are sat on the couch watching God's Plan TV; It's showing Ent News yet again. Olly works a laptop.
“Gosh,” says Blake, “I can't believe you're not done with the frigging website yet. And you still haven't told us anything about the Henry Cassidy man. What have you been doing all day, man, you’re dragging us back.
“Hey, I was busy attending classes, and commuting. Not all of us are as out of the job as you. And besides, the site’s really complicated. It has to be untraceable, remember?”
“Well,” says Blake, “you said you could do it in your sleep.”
“And that's what I'm doing, bro, and even that takes a measure of time.”
“You seem to be taking a measure too long. So, d'you have anything on the Henry Cassidy?”
“Come on, man,” says Olly, “the website comes first, it's the one at our full discretion. We gotta focus and finish it first, so at least, money can start rolling in.”
“Olly, you don't think I know this shit? Just give us something we can use, man.”
Something on the news makes Joanna's eyes go wide, “Hey guys! Check this out.” On this Ent News story, the caption reads, ‘Mysterious blog predicts unforeseeable incidents in Hollywood.’
‘Whoa!’ Blake and co say in unison. They stare, rapt, as Richard and Constance anchor the news:
“Now, guys,” says Richard, “this is gonna seem strange. We here at the station, can't wrap our heads around it. Some blog has surfaced on the internet that appears to be predicting totally unplanned and unforeseeable incidents in Hollywood. Out of nowhere, this blog surfaced and has got everyone gripped because all its predictions and postulates do come true. It predicted the results of the Oscars; Every little detail. At first, people thought the results just leaked, but the situation's proven to be infinitely more spooky than that.” He now looks to his Co-host, “Connie, run us through.”
“Okay, guys,” says Constance, taking over, “along with the Oscars, the blog also predicted some really unplanned, unforeseeable events, like Riley Stevenson breaking his back in a motorcycle crash that happened yesterday the 25th. The blog posted about it in complete detail on Tuesday, the 20th, five days before it actually happened, spooky huh? Now, this blog doesn’t name names of the people it's predicting about, probably because it doesn't want them to know their futures so they can't try and avert it, but it gives dang accurate descriptions of the people and incidents. Now, guys, there isn't any reasonable explanation, or in fact any explanation at all as to how this blog is able to predict events that happen out of nowhere. It also predicted Amanda Fisker flashing her tits on live TV, five days before it actually happened. The blog is named God's Plan by whomever or whatever it is that created and runs it.”
“Yeah guys,” Richard adds, “God’s Plan. And so far, it's lived up to its name.”
“Yeah, guys,” Constance herself adds “and the web address is God's plan dot com. Now, we can’t show you the blog page here on TV because of copyright restrictions, but you can go check it out and tell us what you think via our email and social media handles that appear on your screen now. Tell us what you think, or what you know, like who … or what is behind it.”
“Well, I'll be damned,” says Blake.
“I have to say,” says Olly, “I’m still getting spooked by this whole thing.”
“Well,” says Joanna, “they just told us God's-Plan-dot-com's gonna be a success. But we still have to do the work to get there.”
“And that,” says Olly, “we shall.”
Blake's head now cocks as he gets an idea, “Guys, this gives us leverage.”
“How d’you mean?” Joanna asks
“If the blog becomes a hit,” Blake now motions to the TV; “Which it does, we can use it as our bargaining chip, you know, to negotiate with Mr. Henry Cassidy. If he thinks we're the people running God’s Plan dot com, he's gonna wanna meet us. We won't even have to kidnap the son of a bitch.”
“Yeah,” says Joanna.
“What if,” says Olly, “we revealed ourselves to him, and he simply can't fathom how our TV is showing broadcasts from the future; I mean, we ourselves can barely wrap our heads around it. What if he thinks we’re orchestrating the things we post on the blog, man, like the Riley Stevenson crash. What if he thinks, someway somehow, we just made Riley Stevenson crash so it would seem we're predicting the future. He might think we're criminals and call the cops on us.”
“We’re not gonna reveal our identities to him,” says Blake, “we’re gonna wear masks or something when we meet with him. We're gonna show him that God's Plan TV is real, that our TV really shows the future, then we’re gonna watch his reaction; If he's intrigued and willing to follow up on the sport update agenda, then we can reveal ourselves to him. But if he doesn't believe us, and turns out completely useless, then we don't reveal our identities to him. That being said, I really would love to be the guy that does the sport segment on Ent News, I mean, I'm fit for TV, I speak very well, and it's high time I got a job hosting the sport news that I'm gonna be watching the future broadcasts of to know what to bet on and become stinky rich, or don't you think so?”
“When money starts to roll in from the blog,” says Olly, “I don't think you'd be thinking of getting a job.”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? It's not about the money, man, I wanna do something with myself, I wanna be on TV.”
“Since when?” Joanna asks.
“Since forever.” Blake, after growing up in a trailer park outside Anaheim, was sponsored by a woman friend to study at University of California, Irvine, where he studied journalism with the hope of moving to Los Angeles, and landing a job as a broadcaster, or even a job in the TV or film industry, especially one where he gets to be on screen. But, it took him six years, looking for just that kind of work, and living on meagre unemployment benefits, before he gave up and decided to take any well paying job at all. To him, story editing was the next best thing. He wouldn't get to be on TV, or even work with and be close to the people that get to be on TV, but at least he'll get to work with, read, and polish stories and novels, and hell, some of them may make it to the screen; That gave him slight solace in the first real disappointment of his life, and it opened his eyes to the fact that life's not made up of fantasies and fairy tales. Although, I myself may beg to differ. So he applied for a job at Prowse Publishing, and to his “disappointment,” he got it. And now he'll have to be stuck in a job that doesn't really bring him all the desired joy. And he’ll work this job for some 5 years, trying to bury his disappointment and sorrow before, to his astonishment, he gets downsized. Then he realizes just how much he really loves the job: way more than he could have ever imagined. He really was devastated. And then at such a time, when despair had never seemed so real, the paranormal should befall him: His TV begins showing more than just quality entertainment, more than just TV gold. It starts to show him information so precious, he starts to think he'll probably get everything he hoped for in this life after all. More in fact. So, why shouldn't he milk it for all it's worth. If it could actually get him a career on screen, then why the hell not? Now, he’ll pursue it with the new asset he's got, the greatest bargaining chip he never could have imagined. “I just didn't mention it cuz I don’t want anyone thinking I'm not satisfied with my life. When I first came to L.A., I came with the hope of getting a job on screen. It was my utmost objective. But it was not to be.”
“Did you try porn?” Olly asks.
“Of course I…” Blake pauses. Joanna cocks her head. “Nothing worked,” continues Blake. “I spent 6 years trying, and I couldn't get anything. I got desperate, so I decided to settle. I applied for the job at Prowse, and got it. I had to take it. But now, I see a golden opportunity. Even, with being downsized and out of the job, I have every reason to pick up where I left off five years ago. And this time with the greatest leverage anyone's ever had.”
“So,” says Joanna, “you weren't satisfied working as an editor in one of the best publishing companies in the country. And being in a relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“That’s right,” says Blake. Olly can't help but chortle. Joanna stares daggers at Blake, who quickly explains what he means; “Oh, that's not what I mean, baby. I mean, that's right that you're the most beautiful woman in the world.” Joanna smiles. Blake continues, “And of course I was satisfied, baby, and I still am. Being an editor was sufficient when juxtaposed with having the most beautiful woman in the world to call your own.” Joanna's smile widens as she beholds her boyfriend with twinkling eyes. “And even, losing that job meant no discomfort, cuz I knew I still had the most precious thing anyone could ever wish for. Having you is all anyone could ever wish. But I just wanna be on goddamned TV.” Joanna’s smile fades. Olly giggles. “It's not about satisfaction or dissatisfaction, baby. It's about opportunity, and that opportunity's come and I'll be damned if I don't take it.”
“Whatever, man,” says Joanna, “Don’t get your hopes up too much, no one wants to see you getting your hopes crushed. Again. No one really knows how long God's Plan TV's gonna last.”
“If you have anything against me having a career on screen, just come out and say it, Jo, no one wants to be snubbed about something they don’t know of.”
“Are you kidding?” says Joanna, “I too given the chance would grab a career on screen, but it's not like it's keeping me up at night or anything.”
“Of course not, Jo, same here. It's no do-or-die affair.”
“It's just I don't want you getting your hopes up too much.”
“Come on, Jo, you think I don't know that. I just told you I spent six years trying to get it, and turning up with nothing. I will never get my hopes up too much, I just have to appreciate the present situation, follow it up, and see where it leads. How much more crushed could someone be than after trying for 6 years to get their desired job, and failing miserably.”
“You’d be surprised,” says Olly. And Joanna motions him to Blake like, ‘what he said.’ ”
“Whatever,” spouts Blake, smiling, “I’ma be on TV!” Joanna rolls her eyes. Olly chuckles. “Listen, guys, God's Plan TV's gonna open great doors for us, and it's not just the money, it's the benefits, the privileges … the rise to stardom.”
“Oh yeah,” Olly concurs.