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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