Julian Po

Well, you just wasted a dollar.
I'm not gonna do it today.

Didn't you hear me? I said
I'm not gonna do it today.

Why are you guys
still following me?

A guy who'd kill himself
might lie.

Mr. Po, I'm so glad to see you.
- It's not today, is it?
- No.

I see you've made friends with
some of our younger citizens.

Well, they bet a dollar
I'd die today.

Boys will be boys, but that's
exactly what I wanted...

to talk to you about...
death and so forth.

I mean, what is it, exactly,
that you expect to find there?

- Where?
- Heaven.

You do believe in heaven,
don't you?

I don't know.
Me, too.
I often wonder what exists...

and something must,
don't you think?

If it were just the end,
it would be too terrible.

In Sunday school,
we teach that heaven...

is a kind of a picnic
in the country...

with the choir singing
all the time...

but suppose
it's more like a city...

or the middle
of the ocean or a cave...

or like being a bird...
always flying around alone
above everything.

Where do you think
you'll end up?

Uh, I don't know, but, uh...
probably get what
you didn't get here...

what you wanted
and you didn't get.

If you wanted a church choir
in the country, you get that.

If you wanted something else,
you get that.

I think God...
if there even is a God...

has a lot to apologize for,
and he does it in heaven.

And if he doesn't feel
like apologizing...

then you're in hell.
I never thought of it that way.
So, at least you do
believe in God.

Well, somebody
has to apologize.

Excuse me.
Mr. Po. Julian.
I thought we might take
a little drive in the country.

I packed a lunch.
Oh, I got
to get out of this town...

take Sarah with me.
Said she's been waiting
her whole life for me.

Maybe I'm the one who's been
waiting my whole life for her.

Is there such a thing as fate?
That's my question...