What Dreams May Come Page #3
- PG-13
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- 1998
- 113 min
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'you wouldn't have been|in the tunnel.
'A whole family lost|in car crashes.
'Enough to make a person|buy a bike.'
[Chris] Where are they going?
- To help others be reborn.|- Really? Reincarnation?
Albert says to cheer you up.
- You have difficulty...|- ..losing my wife, yeah.
- And your children?|- They died years ago.
That's why I'm worried|about my wife.
They died|in a terrible collision.
The nanny was driving.|It wasn't her fault.
And your wife?
My daughter|had asked her to drive.
[Children's laughter]
It was a trucker's fault.
But my wife believed|that if she'd been driving,
her protective instincts|would have...
Are you OK?
Come on, Katie!
[Leona] Where were you just now?
Your mind's been wandering|all afternoon.
Thinking of someone.
Your wife must have loved|her children very much.
Very much.
But you don't have to break|in half to love somebody.
Tell me a memory of your own.
Say, with your daughter.
Hey...|That's somebody else's art.
What's the difference?|You weren't looking anyway.
Your move.
Is this where we go when we die?
It's a dream, baby.|It's beautiful,
- but you know, dreams...|- ..I know, aren't real.
- It's after midnight.|- I haven't won yet.
- It's your first time.|- No, I like that.
Means you're not cheating.|And when I win, I really win.
I wanna play till I do.
- Unless you wanna stop.|- No. Let's play till you win.
'She died three months later.'
She never won.
I didn't look like this|in the body, you know.
We flew to Singapore once.|And...
..my daddy smiled at|the flight attendant who...
looked like this|and wore this name tag.
lovely...and graceful...
- and intelligent.|- He didn't mean only.
I know.|It was something he said.
And I thought, when I grow up,|I wanna be that.
You still play chess?
I think I waited for my partner.
'I swear that California|is the strangest place.
'They push you into it
'so you can do it before|your shrink commits you.
'Thoughtful legislation there.
'Mine is suspicious.
'Another week,|he might commit me.
'For my own safety.
'I had the husband|I was meant to have.
'Two spectacular children.
'Blessings no one would|dare expect from life.
'And the truth is, simply...
'that it's over.
'Just this one loose end|to ravel up.
'I didn't get to say goodbye.|You're dead and I blew that.
'I don't get to say goodbye.
'But I'll tell you what -
'across whatever|distance there is,
'I send you my love.'
Hey.
- Where were you?|- Far away.
I got called back.|I was working.
There are no words|to thank you.
For finding Marie.
[Sighs]
- Is she OK?|- She's fine.
You'll see her soon.
She sends her love.|Especially now.
We'll go through|something very hard right now.
I'm with you. You're not alone.
Annie is dead.
She killed herself.
It's nothing I ever expected.
Like I said, you don't know us.
Is that an occupational hazard|of soulmates?
One's not much|without the other?
But she's OK.
Because her pain is over.
- You don't understand.|- She won't cling like me.
- When do I see her?|- Never.
You'll never see her.|Suicides go somewhere else.
- Why are you punishing her?|- It's not punishment.
- She's suffered enough.|- There are no judges or crimes.
Everybody's equal.|That's the way things work!
And suicides go to hell?.
You wanna fight?
You can hide from it|or understand it.
"Hell" is for those|who don't know they're dead.
They can't realise what|they've done or what's happened.
- Too self-absorbed that they...|- Self-absorbed?!
That doesn't apply|to Annie, all right?
No, it doesn't.|Suicides are different.
They don't go to hell because|they're immoral or selfish.
There's a natural order|to our journey.
Annie has violated that.
She won't face it.
She won't realise,|accept what she's done.
She will spend eternity|playing that out.
- You still say she's in hell.|- Everybody's hell is different.
Real hell|is your life gone wrong.
I'm her soul mate.|I can find her.
- You don't understand how...|- It's not about understanding!
You said there are no rules.|And the tree?
You were pretty surprised then.|Hey, if there are no rules,
how can you say|ALL suicides are the same?
- I can't, I can't.|- OK.
-Or she doesn't know she's dead?|-I can't.
No one has ever seen|a suicide brought back!
Stick around, Chief.|You ain't seen nothing yet.
OK. You deserve your chance.|We'll find a tracker.
Hey!
This the guy|who doesn't give up?
Anyone tell you too much|persistence can get stupid?
- Constantly.|- I hear the same thing.
I also hear I read too slow.
I don't need glasses. Eyes being|a figment of my imagination.
You'll hear a lot|of smart stuff here.
It's usually right.
- Don't let it screw you up.|- I won't.
Your wife love you as strong?
We'll find her.
But when you find her...
nothing will make her|recognise you.
Nothing will break her denial.
It's stronger than her love.
In fact, reinforced by her love.
You can say everything|you long to say.
Including goodbye.
Even if she can't understand it.
You'll have the satisfaction|that you didn't give up.
That has to be enough.
Get me there.|I decide what's enough.
When do we leave?
Close your eyes.
- [Chris] Albert's a sweet kid.|- [Tracker] He is that.
There's a tenderness|I never knew in life.
I didn't know him|when he was young.
Were you proud of your own kids?
Of course.
That's an easy bullshit answer.
Think about it.
I said "Of course."
I like this sore point.
It's juice, juice is strong.|It connects.
Makes you|a better receiver for Annie.
She's the transmitter,|sending thoughts of you.
- What did you do when alive?|- You mean the last time?
We can be reborn.|But only if we choose to.
- I did the same work...|- You were a shrink!
Fairly perceptive.
- Oh, my God.|- You expected physical danger?
What could it do, kill you?
No, in hell,|there's real danger.
Of losing your mind.
[Screaming]
[Annie] Because|he's drowning, that's why.
- He's 13 years old!|- I know.
He needs to hang out|with his friends.
Veg out in front of the TV,|read a f***ing book he likes!
- He doesn't wanna let me down?|- No, it's worse...
He's so into you, he feels|he's letting himself down.
He thinks he's sh*t.
How sick is that?
How can you take me|out of school?.
How can you?
This is my life!
Don't you think|I can make it?
- If I really dig in...|- You have to show me more!
Come on! You're blowing it, Ian!
I'm not you!
[Moaning]
[Chris] Shipwrecks...|What is this place?
[Tracker]|The gateway to hell.
How are we doing?|Picking up any signals?
Actually...not a ripple.
That's because|I was thinking of somebody else.
It's a slap in the face|when you see kids taking a test
and they're breezing through it.
And for you|it just...kinda goes.
Every day I see...
how I'm not as good|as you and everyone else.
But that doesn't mean I give up.
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