What Dreams May Come1998

[Flashback — Chris and Marie are playing chess]

Marie:
[looks at a cardboard cutout of Heaven] Is this where we go when we die?

Chris:
It's a dream, baby. It's a beautiful one, but you know dreams...

Marie:
I know, aren't real. I know.

Chris:
[glances at his watch] It's after midnight.

Marie:
I haven't won yet.

Chris:
It's your first time.

Marie:
No, I like that I haven't won yet. Means you're not cheating. And when I win, I win. I just want to play 'til I do. Unless you want to stop.

Chris:
No. Let's play 'til you win.

[back to the present…]

Chris:
She died three months later. We played every night. Meant the world to me. But she never won.