Bad Luck Page #2

Okay, take one but then go.

I'm so lonely at home.

Come back tomorrow.

Dagmar, we're bound to fail.

We won't fail.

I won't do it.

Find someone else.

Then I'll do it myself.

We can't do it without a car.

We can take this car.

It belongs to Susi's brother.

We'll give it back afterwards.

Okay.

The freak and his mum won't be long.

Hello!

10 euros, please.

Holdup!

Give me the money!

Holdup!

Give money!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

What the sh*t?

What sh*t? I haven't a clue.

You need to wait for the signal.

And why don't you just call me?

No we're going by the plan.

Gosh!

Bloody Plan!

I don't need a signal!

This is a holdup!

All down!

Give me the money!

Bag!

Fill up!

Come on!

Faster!

Come on!

Get with it!

Hands up!

I said hands up!

Go away.

Robert! Go!

This one's locked!

What is it?

I've never used a gun and now

I shoot a cop.

Why was it loaded?

I wanted to do it properly.

I can handle it,

just drive off, okay?

The money isn't here.

The money's still inside.

Sh*t.

Alright?

-Yeah.

I left the money.

Freeze.

Okay?

Robert?!

You're bloody well out of your minds.

The gun!

What are you going to do?

Shoot me or what?

He's right, what shall we do?

Tie him up!

What?

Tie him up with something, anything!

Stop it, Dagmar.

You won't get far.

Why did you come back?

I didn't want to eat pizza alone.

Are you alright?

Yeah, somehow.

My head hurts a little and a graze.

May I smoke?

Yes, sure.

You're going to end up like your dad.

Stop bothering me with my dad.

I don't want to end up like all of you.

There's nothing.

-What?

No rope, cord, nothing!

What shall we do now?

Get up!

Gerhard.

What?

Faster!

In there.

I'm sorry.

-I don't care. You won't get far.

The money!

Sh*t!

What?

What now?

What happened?

We're out of petrol.

We didn't fill up.

So...

I'm going to find a petrol station.

See you.

Dagmar!

Dagmar, wait!

-Stand still or I'll shoot!

I only want to talk.

-I'm serious, Gerhard!

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

We'll work it out.

Do you think I'm happy?

That isn't a life.

Then let's run away.

Where do you want to go?

Dagmar! Wait!

What have you done now?

You beat him dead?

And?

What shall we do with him?

I had to do it or we'd both

be in trouble.

Get it? Both of us!

I can't take it much longer.

Wrong again.

No way.

I've had it.

He's going in the lake.

What's wrong with this guy?

Murderer!

You are a murderer.

I'm not a murderer.

You are.

He was already dead.

I haven't heard about Karl since.

But knowing him...

He probably just sat there,

until he ran out of cigarettes.

And then turned himself in.

He was an honest soul, really.

We all want to escape fate.

We rush from one corner to another.

All of us searching for happiness.

Sometimes it's just a big new car.

A house... sometimes recognition.

But most of the time it's

all about money.

I spent hours running through the forest.

And then I came to a decision.

My mum will take it.

She'll call it fate, I'll call it luck.

For me, it was the start

of a new life.

I simply can't stand it...

When I'm called an idiot.

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