Heaven's Waiting (Hintayan ng Langit)

I'll take care of that later.

Manolo.

Manolo?

-Manolo, are you listening? -Yes.

Sorry.

I'm listening.

It's OK. Let me ask you again.

Why do you think you weren't sent straight to Heaven?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

But do you think your time was well spent?

Manolo, do you have any regrets?

Loudmouths!

You're all pestering me! Be quiet!

Give me a moment, sir.

When are they coming to fix it?

It's only a wall, for crying out loud!

If I could fix it myself, I would have done it ages ago!

Yes. No!

Otherwise, I'm not signing his papers. He can rot here for all I care.

I'm sorry. I hate delays.

One guest was having a bad day. Lashed out at the wall.

-Anyway, are you feeling better? -Much better.

Thank you. This is delicious.

It's a special mix. Calms you down.

Have as much as you want.

Ah! Your room assignment.

EVALUATOR

What does it say?

I'm sorry, Manolo.

Your assigned room is still under renovation.

And all the other rooms are already full.

Just a moment.

There! I think I've found you the perfect placement.

-You're going to have a roommate though. -Who will I be staying with?

Lodging's a little tight right now.

But the person you're staying with won't be here for long.

You'll have the room to yourself in no time.

Besides...

your new roommate is someone you know.

Someone I know?

Lisang, your temper always gets you in trouble.

Just relax, OK?

How am I supposed to relax?

Those animals are always running around with no regard,

acting like they own the place!

Just try to ignore them.

You could stay in your room for a little while.

Do you want to get delayed again?

Fine!

But, Jesus Christ, you need to tell those kids to shut up.

The ride is over!

Hey!

This isn't a field trip!

Goddamn pests!

Lisang. Watch your language.

OK, I'll tell them. Noted.

Don't worry, Lisang.

Your husband's pulling some strings upstairs.

He's doing everything he can to expedite your case.

Here, have a drink.

Hang on. Why are you here anyway?

I'm here to remind you of your schedule.

It's your turn to assist the support group.

Before I forget,

any news about the key to the Indulgence Hall?

Don't tell me you're not granting me this.

Not after all that community service!

With all due respect, Lisang. That's nothing compared to your offenses.

But, OK, I'll follow up on your request.

Oh, I have to go.

By the way, I love this look.

Your husband will be so thrilled to see you.

Hey, Twiggy! Did someone...

-Manolo, don't forget what I told you. -I won't.

I'm sure you will be tempted to leave.

But The Middle just takes getting used to.

Thank you.

Sir, you wanted to see me?

-My suitcase is over there. -No problem, sir. I'll go get it for you.

Shall we?

Welcome, travelers!

Please remain on standby.

In a few moments,

your respective Guardians will bring you to your assigned rooms.

Let us go.

We won't see each other. Why can't we just go together?

Here's your room.

Are you sure they won't mind?

Not at all. The Middle has been a bit crowded lately,

-so everyone's sharing a room. -Darling, you're flattering me.

Of course.

Darling, I miss you.

We'll finally be together again.

I love you, darling.

Lisang, you've been smoking in your room again.

What's the big deal? So what if I smoke?

It's not like I can die twice.

My goodness.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

Wait.

Who are you?

Who is this old man?

Easy on the old. We're the same age.

Lisang, this is Manolo. Manolo, Lisang.

Lisa. Only my friends can call me Lisang.

Sorry. Manolo, this is Lisa.

OK, I'll leave you two to talk.

Manolo, I'll come back for you later.

-OK. Thank you. -See you.

What did you say your name was?

Classic sign of aging.

You don't remember my name?

Manolo.

Ah! Manolo? Is that really you?

I don't know what's worse, your memory or your eyesight.

Well, can you blame me?

You've gotten so old, Manolo.

Look at me. I stopped aging two years ago.

How are you?

Still looking for answers.

-How about you? -Still looking good.

-Have you been here long? -I just got here.

Don't worry,

I didn't listen to your phone call.

I don't care if you did.

And that's not what I meant.

I'm asking if you've been here long in The Middle.

No. I arrived today.

I just finished my post-mortem counseling.

They dug up my entire life. And now... pending case.

I find that hard to believe. Pending case?

You should have gone straight to The Basement

after all those years of misdeeds.

Says the woman who's been dead two years but still can't get into to Heaven.

You must be so sinful.

Now, if only I could figure out how things work around here.

You want me to help you?

I am not your welcoming committee.

Let your Guardian teach you.

You haven't changed a bit.

I hear you lashed out at some kids in the hallway.

The bus crash victims.

Serves them right!

Why put "rest in peace" on my grave

if I can't even have a single moment of solitude?

Lisang, what was your cause of death again?

Ah, now I remember.

Your maid strangled you in your sleep because you were so mean.

You're funny.

It was diabetes.

A complication in my lungs.

Hang on. Was that Nestor on the phone?

Ah, yes. That was Nestor. He called me from upstairs.

Isn't he sweet?

Imagine, he's up there in Heaven and all, but he still wants me beside him.

Anyway, I have to be somewhere.

-Where are you going? -I'm meeting my girlfriends.

-What for? -That's none of your business!

What's her problem? We're just passing by.

Good thing you're here.

I think my remote is broken.

No problem, Manolo. I can get you another.

But right now, we have to go.

Where are we going?

I'm not dead.

I need to go back to my store!

-What now? -Please calm down, sir.

-What do you want from me? -Please calm down.

Money? Well, you kidnapped the wrong man! You won't get a cent out of me!

Sir, drink. It will calm you down.

I don't want that!

Listen to me.

If you don't drink this, I will burn your hardware store to the ground!

Lisang!

I've been here for two days.

It hasn't been so bad.

I'm surviving.

And I think I'm slowly coming to terms with my death.

Thank you, Jolina Marvie.

Miss Baby?

-Baby Ruth Ortega. -Hi, Miss Baby.

I'm 55 years old. Hypertension.

Dead at a single stroke.

I just got here yesterday.

And praise the Lord!

I was up to my neck in debt, you see. It was a mess.

The authorities got involved.

I couldn't see a way out, so I prayed to God

and asked Him to end my problems.

And here I am! Praise the Lord! He answered my prayers!

I can't thank Him enough!

I can't tell you how happy I am to be here with all of you.

Lisang, are these the girlfriends you were talking about?

You want to get scalded?

So mean!

Manolo?

My name is Manolo Rivera.

-Hi, Manolo! -How are you?

I'm 71 years old.