Does life really end after seventy? Perhaps that’s true for most of us. However, there are two people living on a suburban Hungarian housing estate for whom life is only just starting. Love between Emil Kis and Hédi Felleghy goes back about fifty years in the course of which the couple have suffered severe blows from fate. One fine day Emil, threatened by debt collectors, walks out of their small flat, leaving his wife behind. He hops into their Chayka – a huge veteran number – in order in his gentle and courteous manner to hold up the first post office that comes his way. You suspect it’s not a one-off operation. The subsequent petrol station robbery catches the attention of two country detectives, the talented Ági and her colleague, the hot-headed Andor. A shadow is cast over their joint work by the fact that Andor, Ági’s partner, is caught with a prostitute during a stag night. Hédi joins Emil, and the two of them set off on a journey to freedom. A journey that makes up for their wasted, silent lives and unfulfilled wishes. Of course the two pensioners always remain a step ahead of the detectives. Eventually, they are put up by Emil’s old friend Juan, the Cuban emigrant, who drags them into a fifty million-forint robbery. The police cordon gets tighter and tighter round Emil and Hédi, the so-called Blood Money Pensioners. All escape routes seem to be barred. The Chayka’s journey is gradually coming to an end. But can the trip itself come to an end too?