Olly drives his new Aston Martin Vanquish to class at UCLA, turning heads and getting they who know him flabbergasted when they make out who it is behind the wheel. Olly parks the car in the lot, and it's immediately the center of attention. He steps out of the car dressed in crisp fresh clothes, and sparkling jewelry; You could tell from afar, the man is polished and classy. He even carries himself differently now, moving more slowly, poised and confident, looking chicks in the eyes, mighty proud. He's walking through the lot, headed for class, when he's met by Steve, the douche that ran him and his bicycle off the road before. Steve's girlfriend, Becky, and her friend, Olivia, are to the side, sat on the trunk of Steve’s Mustang. “Hey bicycle boy,” Steve calls to Olly, who ignores him and just keeps walking, and Steve walks with him, “Hey bicycle boy, you deaf? I'm talking to you,” he puts a hand on Olly's shoulder, and Olly wards it off, raising a warning finger at him,
“Don’t touch me.” Everyone around’s watching the scene, and Steve persists, walking with Olly; Steve should have a screw loose cuz this is a stand off he should know he's already losing. Well, unless big, strong Steve wants to get violent, in which case, Olly should be very worried.
“How can you afford that?” Steve asks, motioning to the Aston Martin, “You dealing drugs now?”
“Not everyone has to be as pathetic as you, Steve.” And for the fact that a mob is watching, and they'll all want to cooperate and make the scene as juicy and memorable as possible, they exclaim wildly at this,
“Oh!” and laugh their guts out. The more Steve can be embarrassed, the better. And Steve sure is humiliated … or maybe he just acts that way, playing the humiliated fool, trying to give the scene drama and perfection regardless of the compromise it'll do to his image. Some people really are like that; they'd rather create some drama, even just for their own savory, than avoid humiliation. So Steve just stands there, speechless, glaring at Olly as he walks away, beholding the crowd snickering at him, savoring the scene.
Blake and Joanna themselves get two luxury cars; a Bentley New Continental, and a Mercedes Maybach. And they know it's kind of weird that these spectacular cars will have to make the street outside their dilapidated apartment building their home, but these days they begin to think that apartment building, as just the most beautiful, spectacular, divine building in the world. And all things put together … it sure as hell is.
And now, things are really moving forward with Olly and Abie. Even, I tell you, Abie's one more person that knows about God's Plan TV; Even, she's known for long now, way long; before Cassidy and Archie. She's known since the night of her birthday, when Olly was enchanted by her spell, adoring and feeling so close to her, that he felt anything other than showing the woman he completely trusts and worships her will be insanity. And he sure as hell disclosed everything about God's Plan TV. And at first Abie thought he was just delirious from the sex, but he persisted, telling her he'll try and show and prove it to her whenever the situation permits. And Abie then thought he was just fooling around, and she also thought that’s a great idea for a novel, and wondered if Olly’d be offended if she wrote it without his consent. Then she decided it had to be written, and she'd get him in on it if this their new hook-up proves something more than just a fling. And a few days later, he showed her footage of the Oscars that hasn't happened yet, and she was flabbergasted. Then, he told her everything he, Jo, and Blake intend to do with and about God’s Plan TV; The blog, influencing Ent to start giving sport news---It's scarcely appreciated how much of a blabbermouth Olly really is--- And then Abbie decided, that Olly, is the best thing to ever happen to her. Not to mean that she's a gold digger; The woman's actually genuinely smitten with Olly, especially from her birthday night when he serviced her better than anyone ever has. And then being that the boy has shown to adore and trust her, and have a future; and a very spectacular one at that, she decided she herself can trust him, and she makes him feel it, telling him her deepest, darkest secrets; even, things about Blake that are just shocking. And Olly was extremely grateful she reciprocated his trust and affection. And now, they're totally in love. And Abie’s one more person in on God's Plan Betting, making an enormous fortune, extremely grateful to Olly. And of course, Olly’s moved in with her, and they both, even all others involved with God's Plan TV are the happiest they've ever been---Cassidy and Archie have cleaned up their acts. Cassidy's wife finally agreed to take him back after much pleading and crying. And of course he's told her everything about God's Plan TV, and eventually, when she came to see, to her bewilderment, that it's true, she appreciated the fact that Henry has come to appreciate her worth even at a time when he has something so transcendentally awesome in his life. And it hints to her that things are headed in the right direction. And as Cassidy’s repentance rubbed off on Archie, Archie's wife is very pleased to see that her man is now really caring and committed. No need now for her to really investigate whether the man’s cheating on her. And that’s a big relief to her because who knows what she’d do if she confirmed Archie’s cheating? Someone may just end up maimed or dead. And she wouldn't want to end up in jail even if she won't regret showing that son of a bitch that no one breaks their contract or vows with her--- And now, even in that middle-class apartment building, Olly and Abie live the lush life of an extremely rich couple, totally in love, and life couldn't get any better.
Blake and Joanna themselves can't believe how good they've got it. The whole thing still feels like a dream to them. Joanna's of course quit her goddamned secretary job; Of what use is it, playing someone’s lady in goddamned waiting, when you yourself are already a billionaire, and may just as well become the first ever trillionaire. In fact, some sport betting companies are already feeling the impact, and wondering, what the fuck is going on here?! And of course, the IRS had to look into Jo' s, Blake's, Olly's and the other's finances cuz it just didn't seem right. And the IRS couldn't detect any foul play, but the whole thing just didn't make any sense to them, so they alerted the FBI, and the FBI looked into it and saw that these people are making a shit load of money betting in sports. And of course, it doesn’t make sense to the FBI or anyone else the kind of bets these people are winning, and how they keep winning; They’re guessing scores, exact scores, exact statistics too; It just doesn't make sense! These are major league games that could scarcely be fixed, and these people are guessing exact scores and winning?! Not to mention the fact that many of those scores are just impossible?! And they bet on assorted sports, not just one kind of sport. Who in the world could have that kind of influence? Not to mention that these people combine these crazy bet in just an infinitely insane way and still win. And they've never lost. Combination upon combination upon combination, they keep on winning. And how in the world could anyone guess the exact ball possession statistic to any game? How?! What the fuck in the world is going on here?! The FBI would launch an official investigation, but they just don't know how to spin it. The last time anyone checked, ‘winning’ is not a crime. So, the IRS and FBI just marvel on the case, their hands tied. But if the FBI were half-ass good at their job, they should deduce that all the predictions on the God’s Plan Blog, and the game results these people are betting on all have one thing in common; All that information ends up on Ent TV programming. And why in the world did a TV station dedicated to celebrity lifestyle, and fashion all of a sudden start giving sport news? The FBI should see that Ent is a major lead in the case. But for some reason they don’t. Maybe those guys just don't watch TV, or they just are plain shit-bad at their jobs.
And now, even if God's Plan TV decided to take a hike, everyone that's been using it is already set for life. But that's not to mean that they should relent in the betting, or even the blogging, after all, the more the merrier. And who knows how long one so endowed, comfortable, and entertained really could live for? Hell, they might even live forever. And according to Blake, God’s Plan TV doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. After all, there's been so many thunderstorms in some ways like the one that brought it, and it's endured all of them; Although, there was one during which God's Plan TV went blank for a moment, and Blake and Joanna, the ones watching it at the time, their hearts jumped out of their chests, horrified, but they immediately told themselves to chill out, after all, they're already set for life. And the TV came back just then, and they had to confirm it was still God's Plan TV, or just plain-old regular TV. And to their gratification, it was still God’s Plan TV. And they swore to themselves about how they must be very good, righteous people, because God sure loves them more than anything in the world. But he should stop the bullshitting, though: He almost gave them a heart attack. So, they retain the spectacular splendor that is God’s Plan TV, beholding its glory, cashing out on its beneficence, relishing their lives. And in all of this, Blake realizes it's high time he and Joanna really get hitched. And on a certain sunny afternoon, he kneels before her, popping the question, and Joanna's just delighted, but not very surprised---Things were well headed in this direction--- And the engagement ring Blake holds up to her’s beyond exquisite; A twenty-four carat, round brilliant cut diamond on a platinum setting and shank encrusted still with diamond pieces. And Joanna smiles warmly, of course answering in the affirmative, and they embrace, kissing passionately. Then two weeks later, they have their wedding at the L.A. County Courthouse. And friends and family are just delighted. Olly and Abie are especially ecstatic; They know Blake and Joanna's had it a long time coming, but the financial stability just wasn't there, and they were too occupied, trying to get their goddamned careers in focus. But now, life's even better than expected, way way better, in fact perfect. And the marriage now has to happen. Blake and Jo themselves of course are ecstatic, relishing and savoring their special day. And as they genuinely love and worship each other, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind, that it’s a match made in heaven. And after the courthouse, they have a party in a reception hall, and it's such a beautiful, lavish affair. A-list ballad singer, Terrence Gibson, is hired to play his Grammy winning single, ‘Surreal Affection,’ for the couple’s first dance, and they dance to the delight of the guests, or at least, Blake doesn't embarrass himself and his wife too badly, stepping on her toes incorrigibly.
And for their honeymoon, they jet off for Rothenburg, a picturesque little town in northern Bavaria, Germany; They being city-bound folk knew they’d better go somewhere serene and scenic. And of course, they take God's Plan TV with them, feeding in their tablets. And in this period, Blake, of course can't host the sport segment. Olly’d fill in for him, but he’s too busy with school, so Abie fills in for him; No need for fortunes to be passed up, just because Blake isn't in town. Blake and Joanna luxuriate in Rothenburg for two weeks, and then set off on a tour of Europe. They have an absolutely fabulous experience, visiting all the hot spots, discovering bizarre places, making new acquaintances, eating exotic food, and blowing off cash like no man's business. And on the last stop of the tour, they're in Monaco, where they've chartered a super-luxury yacht costing them well over €400,000 which doesn't leave any kind of impact on their financial power. Blake and Jo don’t know jack about boats or yachts, so, all in good fun, they take some time learning from an expert yachtsman, and soon therein, they become considerably competent. They spend the days sailing, driving, swimming, lounging, enjoying the top notch gourmet meals the onboard chef prepares, and of course making love. And on this particular sunny afternoon, they're in recliners, lounging on deck. The yacht is at harbor, and the place is perfectly calm and tranquil. Joanna’s fallen asleep, while Blake watches the sport segment on his tablet. He’s back on it as host, as opposed to his placeholder, Abie, as he and Jo plan to leave for L.A. the day after tomorrow. He's watching, jotting in his notebook, when the Blake giving the sport updates is totally distracted by something and goes silent, looking away from the camera, his eyes going wide. Mr. Cassidy's flabbergasted voice shouts off camera; “Helen! What the-?!”
BANG BANG! Gunshots blare off-camera. The-onscreen-Blake’s face fills with horror, and in the surroundings people scream and run. Blake-watching-the-tablet now springs up from his recline, eyes popping out of his head utterly focused on the screen. Joanna remains asleep, calm, tranquil. On the tablet screen, Helen comes into frame, pointing a revolver at the horrified Blake, her face, blank. Blake pleads desperately;
“No, Helen, no! You don't gotta-!”
BANG BANG! She shoots him twice in the heart. Blood spatters, and he goes down. Dead. Pool of blood forming around him. Blake-watching-the-tablet is just gobsmacked. Helen walks away, poised, unfazed.
“Oh my fucking God,” says Blake, staring at the screen. And there’s a moment of silence as he processes what he's just seen, in all its meanings and consequences... “Oh my fucking God.” He keeps staring at the screen, mind reeling. The surrounding harbor is perfectly tranquil with the gentle gusts of the coastal breeze and the calm sloshing of sea ripples against yacht hulls, and Blake just remains frozen, staring at the tablet screen, while Joanna remains peacefully asleep. Blake’s phone begins ringing; He doesn't move. Joanna remains asleep.
And, hey … Abie's novel’s really coming along.