What Dreams May Come

[Splashing water]

'When I was young...

'I met this beautiful girl|by a lake.

Ow! Hey!

Scusi! Scusi!

Dov'e la Svizzera?

- No capisce.|- No capisce? Ou est la Suisse?

S-Switzerland?

Oh, Suisse. Yeah.

Yeah, Switzerland. Hi.|Oh, you're American?

- So are you!|- Yeah.

Keep going till you smell|money or step in chocolate.

OK...thank you.

- Watch your head. You OK?|- I'm fine.

Can I sit here?

Actually, no.

Two years ago,|I reserved this specific area.

- What if I say please?|- That's the one exception.

Oh...

Careful there.

You find Switzerland?

Ahm... I did.

I claimed it for Missouri.|Planted my flag...

and sold beads to the natives.

They had sandwiches there.|I brought you some.

I'm Ann.

Collins.

[Swiss accent] Oh, the lady|who discovered Switzerland.

I'm Chris Nielsen.

- How did you know I'd be here?|- Ahm...I didn't.

[Children laughing]

Let's make it.

You've got to eat something.

- I can get something at school.|- I know what!

- I gotta carb up, I got a game.|- And a math test.

Yeah, I'm ready.

I'm cool.

If you get me, I won't|have to wait at his game.

Sorry, I have a meeting.|Angie's gonna pick you up...

before she gets your brother.

I'll let her take the van.

I'll see|your chorus thing tomorrow.

- I thought you couldn't.|- I don't wanna miss it.

We're late, guys!|I'll pull out the van.

- Hey, ace it, OK?|- Yeah(!)

Love you.

Do you...

want his breakfast?

[Car horn]

You mother puts|healthy stuff in. Don't...

..trade it for|chips and cookies.

'It was the last time|Annie and I saw them alive.'

[Minister] When death claims|the life of our children...

..we are left with|too many questions.

How do we make sense of|the feelings we're left with?

The Gospel according to Luke,

even the First Corinthians,

tell us of the extraordinary|paradise that awaits us.

The lucky winner is...Jacobs!

Stacy Jacobs.

Hello, Stacy, I'm Dr Nielsen.

Hi.

Ah, too late.

Nice stream. He's feeling|better. He waited 10 years.

Stacy Jacobs!

What were you thinking?

It's all right.

My kid used to say,|"What's the difference?

"You weren't|looking anyway."

You like rabbits?

Yes? Then go like this.

Good.

We've given her|MRIs and... Whoa!

Wild rabbit. Watch out.

And also a CAT scan,|I believe.

Look at that. You have|more pictures than a supermodel.

- Do you ever wear glasses?|- No, she doesn't need glasses.

- Does your head hurt a lot?|- All the time.

Cup your hand, cover your nose|and mouth and breathe.

- Mrs Nielsen on four.|- That's my wife.

If you can do it longer than she|can talk, that's an achievement.

Christy, I've got a meltdown.

OK, take a breath.

Eight pieces from Germany|never arrived.

I've gotta choose replacements|the night before the opening,

re-hang them,|re-light them and I...

OK, focus.

It's our Double D-anniversary.|I'm ruining it.

- Double D, yeah.|- I'm sorry, I can't leave here.

'I'm sorry.'

Tell you what, how about this...

How about the Hudson Rivers?

'That gives us three.'

And the Hollenbeck...

'and the, uh,|Hennik 16, 19 and 23...'

- and the bridge.|- But they're in Fairfield...

I don't have anybody to send.

I'll get them|and take 'em to the gallery.

Huh... You'd do that for me?

Only if you're|incredibly grateful.

That's a chance to show yours.|It's very sexy.

OK, weirdo...

I'll be home late,|but I'll be home.

I love you, Bella.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Do you like art?

My wife fixes paintings|and also makes some.

To me, paintings are the most|important things in the world...

next to your brain.

You feel better, don't you?

Migraines...

'I said, "I love you, Bella."

'I'll always remember that.

'At least I got to say it.'

[Car horns blaring]

- You all right?|- I think so.

I'm a doctor.

Don't move.

[Man] Chris?

Hm?

[Man] Do you know|what's happened?

[Chris] I had a bad piece|of fish before bed.

Who are you? A doc?

Are you operating on me?

[Monitors beep]

Who are you?

Why can't I see you?|[Beeping increases]

[Dog barks]

[Chris]|Ginger, you see me?

[Man] She does.|Dogs are different.

Can you see me now?

[Chris]|Why are you so blurred?

I'll get clearer. Confused|how you got home so fast?

[Chris] Dreams don't deal|in time. Time doesn't count.

You've died, Chris.

Doc, if I were dead,|would I need you to tell me?

I guess you do.|Everyone's different.

I wish everybody would go home.

[Chris] Why do I see everyone?|Everybody but...

[Doc] You don't wanna see me.|You don't wanna be dead.

[Annie]|The kids were so young.

[Doc] You want to|remember your kids.

When they were still alive.

When she goes to the hospital,|I'm going too.

Marie... Katie's not...

Katie's not going there|to get better.

Sugar?

They're gonna give her a shot

- and she'll fall asleep.|- You're going to kill my dog?

I'm going to help her die, yes.

Honey, she hurts very...

..badly and nothing can help|her. I'm going to stop that,

- because I love her.|- You're killing my dog.

You get angry.

Death does that.

What'll happen to her?

Um... She'll go where we all go.

And how can that be bad?

[Ian] Come on, Dad!

Oh, my leg!

Thanks for not listening to Mom.

- About what?|- Just coming out here.

This whole day. She didn't want|us doing this, because of...

grades and stuff.

Your mother and I talked.

We always listen to each other.

So, I mean,|what'd you talk about?

About taking you|out of Head-Royce.

The school is wrong for you.

[Minister]|While this is a time...

[Minister]|While this is a time...

[Chris] Where are we now?

[Doc] Maybe you won't want|to stay. This is your funeral.

What am I on? You're real fuzzy.

[Doc] At least you're willing|to see yourself.

You're losing your fear.

Fear?

[Doc] That you disappeared.

You didn't. You only died.

A woman...who lost her children|just four years ago.

Every day in the Lord's Prayer.

Celia...come on. Whoa.

Shhhhh...

This one is a present...for me.

It's our Double D-anniversary.

Kind of our special day.

It's her version of our place.

- Your place?|- Where we first met.

Where we were|going to retire, I guess.

Live out our lives.|Be old farts together.

Right there.

That's our dream house.

That one's me, I guess.

The blurry one is Annie.|Looks a little familiar, Doc.

[Laughs]

The funeral is over. Why is|this going on past the funeral?.

[Annie] 'Dear Diary,

'I'm writing because|my shrink is crazier than me.

'He thinks you're therapy.

'If two babies can|hammer me into a psycho ward,

'what'll I do with this?

'He's so stupid.

'He thinks he pulled me|through the breakdown

'when it was only Christy.

'Always. Only Chris.'

Jesus...

'I was looking through|his postcards.

'Paintings were his obsession.

'He used art to love me,|to help me.

'To keep us always together.

I'm here, babe.

I still exist.

You're thinking of me.

Keep thinking of me.

Come on, with me.

You were always with me.

The people who finished each|other's sentences. Remember us?

I still exist.

I still exist!

(I still exist.)

Just write it down.

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