Run Lola Run

Run Lola Run Script

"We shall not cease from exploration...

and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started...

and know the place for the first time."
- T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

"After the game is before the game."
- S. Herberger

Man...

probably fhe mosf mysterious species
on our planet.

A mystery of unanswered questions.

Who are we?
Where do we come from?

Where are we going?
How do we know what we fhink we know?

Why do we believe anyfhing at all?

Countless questions
in search of an answer...

an answer thaf will give rise
to a new quesfion...

and the next answer will give rise
to the next question and so on.

But, in fhe end,
isn't it always fhe same quesfion?

And always the same answer?

The ball is round. The game lasts
minutes. That's a fact.

Everything else is pure theory.


Here we go!



Written and directed by Tom Tykwer




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And then I ask myself
what I'm doing here.

How long will this go on?
The secrecy, all this damned lying?

Should I grow old, waiting for a man
who won't stand by me?

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Manni?

Do you love me?

Sure, I do.

How can you be so sure?

I don't know. I just am.

I could be some other girl.

Why not?

Because you're the best.

- The best what?
- The best girl.

Of all the girls in the world?

Sure.

How do you know?

I just do.

You think so.

Okay, I think so.

- You see?
- What?

You aren't sure.

Are you nuts or what?

What if you never met me?



What do you mean?

You'd be telling the same thing
to someone else.

Okay, if you don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear anything.
I want to know how you feel.

Okay, my feelings say...

that you're the best.


Who is "your feelings" anyway?

It's me.
My heart.


Your heart says,
"Hi, Manni. She's the one."

- Exactly.
- And you say...

"Thanks for the information.
See you around."

Exactly.

And you do whatever
your heart says?

Well, it really doesn't
"say" anything.

I don't know.

It just feels.

So what does it feel now?

That someone's asking
rather stupid questions.


Man, you aren't taking me seriously.

Lola, what's wrong?

You want to leave me?



I don't know.

I think I have to make
a decision.


But I don't want to.
I don't want to leave.


Stop.


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Lola.
What would you do if I died?

- I wouldn't let you die.
- Yeah, well...


what if I were fatally ill?

I'd find a way.

What if I were in a coma,
and the doc said, "One more day"?

I'd throw you into the ocean...
shock therapy.


What if I were dead anyway?


- What do you want to hear?
- Come on. Tell me.


I'd go to the Isle of Rugen
and cast your ashes to the wind.

And then?


I don't know.
It's a stupid question.

I know what you'd do.
You'd forget me.

- No!
- Sure you would.



What else could you do?
Sure, you'd mourn for a few weeks.


Not a bad idea.
And everybody's real compassionate...

and everything's so incredibly sad,
and everyone feels sorry for you.

You can show everyone how strong you
are. "What a great woman," they'll say.

"She really pulls herself together
instead of crying all day."


And all at once this really nice guy…with green eyes shows up….and he's super sensitive, listens to you all day.

And you can talk his ear off.

And you can tell him
how tough things are for you...


and that you have to look after yourself
and don't know what's gonna happen...

and blah, blah, blah.


Then you'd hop onto his lap and cross me
off your list. That's how it goes.


- Manni.
- What?


You haven't died yet.


No?
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The Overcoat by Gogol

There is nothing more irritable than departments, regiments, courts of justice, and, in a word, every branch of public service. Each individual attached to them thinks all society insulted in his person.

And the young man covered his face with his hand; and many a time afterwards, in the course of his life, shuddered at seeing how much inhumanity there is in man, how much savage coarseness is concealed beneath delicate, refined worldliness, and even, O God! in that man whom the world acknowledges as honourable and noble.

trying unsuccessfully for three minutes to thread his needle, and was enraged at the darkness and even at the thread, growling in a low voice, “It won’t go through, the barbarian! you pricked me, you rascal!”

FOREST GUMP

Forrest Gump. Momma said that the Forrest part was to remind me that sometimes we all do things that, well, just don't make no sense.

Don't ever let anybody tell you they're better than you, Forrest. If God intended everybody to be the same, he'd have given us all braces on our legs.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Jenny: Do you ever dream, Forrest, about who you're gonna be?

Forrest: Who I'm gonna be?

Jenny: Yeah.

Forrest: Aren't I going to be me?

Jenny: I'll always be your girl.

Dick Cavett: Forrest Gump, John Lennon.

John Lennon: Welcome home.

Dick Cavett: You had quite a trip. Can you, uh, tell us, uh, what was China like?

Forrest: Well, in the land of China, people hardly got nothing at all.

John Lennon: No possessions?

Forrest: And in China, they never go to church.

John Lennon: No religion, too?

Dick Cavett: Oh. Hard to imagine.

John Lennon: Well, it's easy if you try, Dick.

Forrest: (voice-over) Some years later, that nice young man from England was on his way home to see his little boy and was signing some autographs. For no particular reason at all, somebody shot him.

Buddha

In this world the wise one holds onto confidence and wisdom. Those are the greatest treasures; all other riches are pushed aside.

He, who by good deeds covers the evil he has done, illuminates this world like the moon freed from clouds.

H.G. Wells, the distinguished thinker, assigned to Him the first place amongst the seven great men in the world.

The poet Tagore calls Him the Greatest Man ever born

He had realized that whatever truth a man may reach is reached best by a nourished brain in a healthy body -- From H G wells A short History of the world

The starting point of his teaching was his own question as a fortunate young man, “Why am I not completely happy?” It was an introspective question. It was a question very different in quality from the frank and self-forgetful externalized curiosity with which Thales and Heraclitus were attacking the problems of the universe, or the equally self-forgetful burthen of moral obligation that the culminating prophets were imposing upon the Hebrew mind. The Indian teacher did not forget self, he concentrated upon self and sought to destroy it. All suffering, he taught, was due to the greedy desires of the individual. Until man has conquered his personal cravings his life is trouble and his end sorrow. There were three principal forms that the craving for life took and they were all evil. The first was the desire of the appetites, greed and all forms of sensuousness, the second was the desire for a personal and egotistic immortality, the third was the craving for personal success, worldliness, avarice and the like. All these forms of desire had to be overcome to escape from the distresses and chagrins of life. When they were overcome, when self had vanished altogether, then serenity of soul, Nirvana, the highest good was attained.

-- From H G wells A short History of the world

I have not explained that the world is eternal or not eternal. I have not explained that the world is finite or infinite.

Decay is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence.