The guy was pleading for his life. Yet she waited for God to tell her what to do and, while the man was still alive, got some friensd to help her dump the dying man in a park.
I liked the prosecutors way or arguing. She claimed being incapable of taking a decision. He started "you decided to take extacy at xxpm? "yes" "and smoke pot at xx" "yes" "and drive a car?" "yes". "And you still claim to be unable to make decisions?".
I hope she gets at least what is life in Denmark. Just imagine your son, daughter or wife lying on the windscreen begging for help, only to be unceremoniously dumped by a drug addict who, under the influence of three different drugs, mows you down.
I didn't feel sorry for her at all. Maybe I am becoming heartless.