He Sees You When You're Sleeping

Four!

Would you?

Yeah.

Is he there?

While we're young.

Hold on, dude.

One sec.

Check this out.

Oooh, man.

Man.

And into the drink.

Ouch.

Another quadruple bogie for Mr. Brooks.

Yeah whatever, sandbagger.

I'll still save par.

Sterling Brooks.

Hi Mrs. Goldberg.

No, you don't want to sell those.

Kipper Foods is on the upswing.

It's young, aggressive, expanding.

If anything I should be selling you more of those.

Pushing the house stocks.

I know.

I know,

but the market's bouncing back.

If I sell now,

and that stock takes off like I know it will,

you're going to call me back asking me

why I didn't try harder to talk you out of it.

So here I am right now,

trying very hard to talk you out of it.

Will you at least consider it?

Fine.

I'll sell but under protest.

There is nothing worse

than an 87 year old woman

who had just discovered the Wall Street Journal.

She'll be dead in a year,

the stock market is the least of her concerns.

Your compassion man,

it gets me every time.

And don't forget,

loser buys lunch.

Yeah, yeah.

This day just keeps on getting better and better.

What else could possibly go wrong?

Four!

Huh?

What the?

Where?

Hey, guys?

Hello?

I just put a brand new battery in.

It's not a dream, mate.

You're dead.

Hit in the head with a golf ball.

Killed instantly.

This is heaven,

but don't get too comfortable.

Your case is still pending.

I'm dead?

That's right,

very sudden, very tragic.

Now, regarding your status you've been designated--

Wait a minute, wait a minute this,

this is way too--

Weird, strange, bizarre?

Take your pick.

But I can assure you,

it's all very real.

This is heaven?

Exactly the way you pictured it,

the image of your choice.

Some people see their childhood homes

or a stream through a forest.

You've always had a thing for clouds.

Not very original but then again,

you never were much of an original thinker were you?

Who are you?

Joe.

Joe.

Joe.

That's it, just Joe?

That's it just Joe.

And what are you?

Are you some kind of an angel?

That's right.

Hey aren't you supposed to have wings?

Or haven't you earned those yet?

Is that it?

That's right.

That's right, that's right, that's it.

And when I do little Susie will hear a bell ring

on a Christmas tree and we'll all have a good cry.

Look, guardian angels appear

the way their wards want them too.

You like to golf,

so here I am.

This is nuts.

Your choice, not mine.

You're the best heaven could give me?

You get what you deserve.

Hop in, come on we got a lot to do,

but not much time to do it.

Wait, not much time for what?

Your status for inclusion

has been designated priority level three.

Case pending.

Meaning there's a problem with you getting into heaven.

What kind of a problem?

Your life.

You haven't been exactly what we call

pillar of decency, or compassion, or generosity.

What are you talking about?

I was a great guy!

I was a hard worker,

I succeeded in business.

I was the top broker in my company.

I gave to charity.

Once.

$50,000 to your alma mater in exchange

for your name engraved on a seat

in their new football stadium.

In addition to the write-off,

you made sure there was media coverage,

which resulted in six new clients for your brokerage.

That's right, I know everything about you.

It's all right, all is not lost.

Hop in.

The heavenly council has decided that

despite being an arrogant,

self-absorbed and emotionally stagnate person,

there's still a kernel of goodness at your core.

Huh, is that supposed to be a compliment?

It means you got another chance to prove yourself.

Demonstrate to them that they are in fact correct.

Now by proving yourself,

maybe then you'll be allowed into heaven.

Maybe.

Okay, so how do I prove myself?

Helping someone in need.

Who?

A kid?

I have to help a kid?

You got it, buddy.

Hey wait a second, what happened to your accent?

What happened to your crazy golf outfit.

That was your image not mine.

I hate golf.

Yeah well I hate kids.

I'm terrible with kids,

I have no patience with them.

Yeah I know.

Come on pick somebody else, anybody else.

I can't.

It's already decided.

Well then tell me who I need to talk to you.

Who is on this heavenly council?

If I could just talk to--

Marissa.

Who's that?

Marissa.

Time's up.

Come on we gotta get you home.

Your mom's gonna be calling soon.

So?

Do I have to chase you down with the Zamboni again?

Is that her father?

No.

That's somebody who's watching over her

while her mother's away.

Away?

Where is she?

Could you at least warn me

the next time you do that?

Relax, you'll live.

All right arrived in the plane.

All clear, it's all clear.

And B team, roll the perimeter.

Watch your step.

What is this?

My God.

Annie?

I know.

Hey easy.

I know this woman.

This is Annie.

We went out for like three years.

We met just after college.

We were

practically engaged.

Practically, but you never could bring yourself

to ask her to marry you, could you?

No that's right, you weren't the marrying type.

Just a few minutes.

Yes, sir.

So the little girl at the ice rink,

that's Annie's daughter?

That's right.

All clear.