Misfire

Stanislaw:
But Father, the only reason I was stabbed was because I chose a different route home than usual and by some misfortune, happened to pass the church at that time. How am I to know which chance God was controlling?

Achmet:
What are you going to do? Shoot me?

The Conjurer:
Yeah. Catch.

Theodor:
Don't tell me you need the money. I don't care. I need the win.

Theodor:
But this... this is Russian Roulette. Actual, live-bullet Russian Roulette. The fascination... how can I pass this up?

Charles:
I can't live with not knowing.

The Conjurer:
And hey, if I die - at least this will still be entertaining, right?

August:
[the Gun] is heavier than I expected.

Stanislaw:
There's more weight on it than usual tonight.

Ivan:
Yeah, a lot more.

Theodor:
It's the weight of your life. What do you have that's worth dying for? You wouldn't be here if that weight wasn't pressing down on your shoulders.

Charles:
What are you thinking?

Theodor:
How I should hold it.

August:
Depends. Open or closed casket.

Theodor:
You know they say that only works in movies.

Achmet:
Well with practice, anything works.

Theodor:
And what about the things you can't practice?

Achmet:
Like hanging yourself?

Theodor:
Or putting a gun to your head.

Charles:
You've worked the numbers.

Ivan:
We all have. 16 percent the first round. Slightly more as each person's eliminated. By the end, there's a three-sixths chance

Theodor:
Of what?

Ivan:
Survival.

Achmet:
Death.

Theodor:
Glass half full. Glass half empty. Either way, fifty percent? I've bet with worse odds.

Charles:
And lost?

Theodor:
And won,