All language subtitles for Schulmadcen Report 111

SCHOOLGIRL REPORT
PART 11

"Trying Beats Studying"

Adapted from the book with
the same title by Gunther Hunold

Starring many uncredited
adolescents and parents

Ladies and gentlemen,

the discussions about the subject
of today's show don't end.

Are our laws for the protection
of youth too liberal,

sufficient,
or in need of improvement?

Today, too, we've assembled
another interesting

and, I think, well-balanced group.

I'll introduce the women first.

Doctor Hammacher
is a youth psychologist

and mother of two daughters.

And Mrs. Thea Bertold
is a homemaker

and mother of a grown daughter.

Yes, you could say so.

I gather from your remarks

that you have a lot to say
on our subject.

Well, I want to try.

Next, to our gentlemen.

Principal Dr. Wolters is the head
of a humanistic high school.

And last but not least,
Police Inspector Jenkel.

Well, finally.

Hopefully, there won't be too much
to cut away.

Inspector, I'd like to start with you.

What do you think about the question
regarding our topic?

Do you think the laws
for the protection of youth

are sufficient,
or do they need improvement?

Well, you know, all laws are
essentially in need of improvement.

Times change, and with that,
so do the requirements and situations.

But it's difficult to generalize
something like this.

I mean, with an assessment,

one must always deal
with the individual case.

And that's why I'd like
to first present a case

that recently happened
in my department.

The girl is named Martina Behrens,
and she is 17 years old.

A high-school student, 11th grade.

She's an only child.

Her father is a police sergeant,
and her mother a homemaker.

What's being taken is a math test --

the last before the report cards,
and for many a decisive one.

Especially for Martina,

whose grades in other important
subjects are also catastrophic.

Rolf, help me, won't you?

Where does it itch, honey?

Instructor, can I please go outside
for a minute?

All right, but leave your work
on the table.

Of course.

Rolf, please help me.

That's what I'm doing.

Please, no speaking
and no whispering.

Becca, face the front.

Martina, leave your work
on the table.

Give it to me.

You too.

I will hold on to both your work
and give you a zero.

But, Instructor,
Rolf didn't do anything.

I took the paper away from him
as he went up.

It says a lot about you that you want
to clear your classmate of blame.

I even want to believe you,

but you'll never manage to pass
the exit exams.

You're a hopeless case.

Hopeless?

Hopeless.

Rolf Mertenz offered to let Martina
study with him

because she took the blame.

That's what he said, at least.

But, surely, he had ulterior motives.

Rolf was among the best students
in the grade,

and thus Martina was happy
to get an opportunity.

Moreover, she really liked Rolf.

A battle dominated in school --
each versus everybody --

and everyone was glad

when it was someone else
who got a bad grade.

Tell me, do you finally understand it,
Martina?

I don't know.
Somewhat, maybe.

Somewhat is better than not at all.

Let's stop for today.

Say, Rolf, don't your parents
ever worry about you?

Why worry?

I mean, because you live here alone
and can do whatever you want.

My parents would never allow it.

My dear child, first of all,
I'm of age.

So it's none of my parents' business
what I do.

Besides, they're happy
that I'm gone from home.

And secondly?

Secondly, we could
talk business now.

Business?

But I have no money to pay you.

There was no talk of money.

You're a real cutie.

Don't you think I've earned
a little reward?

Oh, you can have a little reward.

Not bad.
We can have a little fun.

Gee, you're expensive.

Yes, that's how it is.
Now come.

I have to tell you something.

Yes?

L---

I've never been with a man before.

But you like me, don't you?

Yes, but...

Being with Rolf for the first time,
Martina initially felt only pain.

But that changed
as she was with Rolf more often.

Her performance in school
also improved.

- You're bathing, Martina?
- Yes, Mom.

P.E. was very exhausting today.

I have to go again soon.

Again? You're hardly ever home
anymore.

- And your homework?
- That's why I have to go.

You know that I'm studying
with Uschi and Petra.

Will you give me my towel?

Oh, well, it seems to be helping
that you're studying with Uschi.

Child, hopefully you're doing well
in school.

You know Father.
He's always so anxious.

I'm trying my best.

Yes, I know.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

One day, it was all over.

Rolf told her he didn't have
any more time for her

and couldn't study with her anymore.

You just have to understand, Martina.

The demands
are always getting worse.

I'm happy if I even find time
for my own work.

But, Rolf, I'm lost without you.

Oh, come on.
You'll manage.

The way you're built,

maybe you'll find someone else
who will study with you.

But who?

Rolf, you can't abandon me now.

Don't talk like that.
"Abandon you."

We can see each other
now and then.

We don't need to get married
because of a little kiss on the ass.

Rolf, please.

I'm really sorry, girl.

I really don't have any more time.

Bye.

Martina, you?

I told you I don't have any time.

Rolf, please, you have to help me.

I can't figure out the math work,
nor the French.

"And, and, and..."

I told you I don't have any time.
Just go.

Rolf, please.
I'll do anything you want.

I see, you finally like it?

You must need it desperately.

Okay, this has to end eventually.

Come in.

Well, do you finally understand?

I always knew you were dumb,
but that dumb?

It's a crying shame.

See that you get home
and say hi to your parents for me.

From this day on,
Martina began to swallow pills,

anything that she got in her hands,
indiscriminately.

Headache pills, sleeping pills,
stimulants,

and some psychotropic drugs.

She wanted to numb herself

and didn't realize how dependent
she got on this hellish stuff.

Her performance in school
got worse again.

That's why one day her father
was called in by the teacher.

The teacher advised him
to take his daughter out of school.

You have no idea
what work actually means!

Now just eat first, calmly.

Calmly, calmly!

How am I supposed to eat calmly?
I've lost my appetite.

I would have kissed my father's shoes
if he had allowed me to study.

But you have no honor in your body!

But there are also
other possibilities for girls.

Yes.

Working the streets.

Tell me,
what do you want to become?

Have you ever thought about that?

Dumb and lazy!

Egon, stop!

Listen, your teacher says
you have one more chance.

You have one more test.

So get yourself together!

If you fail this one,
you'll see what's coming!

Then you don't have to show your face
around me anymore!

Egon!

Believe me, Martina, you'll never
manage to pass your exit exams.

Why do you torture yourself
and the others?

You're only bringing down
the level of the class.

Your case is really hopeless.

Hopeless.

Hopeless.

That day, Martina took all the pills
she could find,

opened a bottle of water,
dissolved them, and drank it all.

She could have been saved

if she had been found in time.

But the girl locked herself
in her room.

Her mother found her
the next morning

when she wanted to wake Martina.

What's the use of laws
protecting the youth

when something like that
can happen?

It's worse when laws of protection

are scornfully corrupted
and turned around.

We have, for example, a law

which precisely regulates child labor
with many words.

What's going on with our schools?

This cruel stress that already starts
in elementary school.

We demand more work hours a day
from children

than we'd ask of an industrial worker.

Oh, rubbish.
Such a thing has always existed.

What happens
if you want to go back in time...

For that, I can tell you a story.

Regine Schmierhold.
You're 17 years old.

I'm 18 now.

Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Well, then, you know
what this is about.

So, tell me.

He raped me.

Wait a minute.
Not so quickly.

You have to tell me exactly.

So, who is "he"?

Werner Hinterkofler,
my private tutor.

The bastard.

Slowly.
Let's take one thing at a time.

How did it all start?

It started because I needed tutoring

because I wasn't so good in school.

Especially in French, Latin,
and German.

An acquaintance
of an acquaintance of my father

recommended Mr. Hinterkofler.

So I went to him one day
with my father.

I'd be very grateful...

Just the way he looked at me...

He had such a piercing gaze

that I felt like he would undress me
stark naked.

Mr. Hinterkofler is a science
assistant at the university.

He said he didn't have any time
to tutor.

He was only doing it
out of friendship

and for 10 marks an hour.

I had to go to him
three times a week.

So that's how it all started.

Okay, and how long did it go well
until the rape happened?

Maybe three weeks or so.

In that time, did he try to get closer
or try anything similar?

More than once.

You'll have to recount it to me
more precisely.

So, what did he do?

Well, the first time I was by him,
nothing.

The second time,
it was a Sunday afternoon --

That's when he started.

Well, how did he start?

Well, every time he gave me
a written assignment,

he bent over me and touched me.

What did he do, more precisely?

He pulled up my sweater
and touched my breasts.

And you didn't defend yourself?

I tried, but he was too strong.

No!

Stop!

Please, no!

And where did he touch?

Well...

Not in your...

Yes, exactly.

And what did you do?

Me?

You could have called for help.

No, I was scared of the guy.

Scared? Did he threaten you?

And how.

How? In what way?

Go on, tell me.

Get up.

Undress yourself.

You're to undress yourself!

Go over to the chair!

Go on!

Go ahead!

So, I always had to strip naked
and bend over the back of the chair

so that he could punish me.

Punish?

How did he punish you?

He struck me.

Yes, and then?

Then he...

He showed me his penis.

Why didn't you report this sooner
or tell your parents?

I was scared of him,
and I was embarrassed, too.

My father insisted that I go to him
for tutoring.

Great tutoring.

What exactly happened
on October 7th?

Everything okay?

At first, he was normal.

But then he came to me
and wanted to explain a mistake.

And then, suddenly...

Oh, please, don't.

Please, don't.

It was awful.

But the worst was the terrible dog

that was baring its teeth.

Is this correct?

Every word.

Then please sign here.

So...

You can go now.

Please tell your father to come in.

You should come in now.

Wait for me.

Did you let your daughter
be medically examined?

Why? Do you doubt
my daughter's words?

That's not the point.

But a rape can be medically verified.

Are you requesting that I allow
my daughter to be humiliated again

with such an examination?

- Then no.
- No.

Then I'll read you the report
and ask you to sign it.

Come, Regine.

We won't tell mother anything
about what was said here.

Mr. Hinterkofler, please.

The two of us will take
a two-week vacation.

So, you claim that there's no truth
to what the girl said.

Yes, that's correct, Prosecutor.

On the contrary.
I'd say it was the other way around.

Aha. Then the girl raped you.

Not quite that, but you see,
it started with the way she dressed.

She'd wear mostly tantalizing
and provocative clothing

when she came for tutoring.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Have a seat.

On page 14, you'll find excerpts
from the memoirs of Fauche,

later then...

So then let's start with French, yes?

Please open the book,

and we'll read page...

She evidently sought bodily contact
with me as often as she could.

I would have given up
this bothersome student long ago

if her father hadn't always
persuaded me otherwise.

She always took it too far.

Without a doubt,
she tried to seduce me.

Pardon me.

Please stand up.

I don't know what your disorderly
conduct is supposed to mean.

A scandal.

What actually happened
on October 7th?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

In any case, nothing
that could justify an indictment.

Are you doing okay?

Yes, I think so.

See that you don't make
any mistakes.

At first, everything seemed
to proceed normally.

But then she suddenly got
into a crazy mood.

You must be...

Put your clothes on right away.

Leave my house and never
come back here again, understood?

I love you! I can't help it!

That's enough now.

Don't send me away!
I want to do anything you ask of me!

Please, stop with that.

I love you so!
Don't leave me!

Please stop that.
Let me go finally!

I'll kill myself
if you don't sleep with me!

Finally, I was able
to calm her down somewhat.

She then put on her clothes and left.
That was it.

And what about your dog?

Why?

Didn't it attack the girl
while baring its teeth?

- My dog?
- Yes.

Him?

Prosecutor.

As ordered, I picked up
Mr. Hinterkofler's dog.

Here he is.

Ms. Glich, the case will be closed.

When Regine was later examined,

it was determined
that she was indeed still a virgin.

You see, that's what happens.

Did I say otherwise?

I took precautions so that something
like that couldn't happen to me.

Oh, no, do tell.

That's not possible right now.

Oh, it is. Just watch.

Stop, ladies and gentlemen.

We're having
a small technical glitch.

I'm suggesting
a 10-minute smoke break.

I'll be right there.

You see how it's done, sweetheart?

So now it's your turn.

All right, then.

It was during the school days.

I think I was 16.

I had always enjoyed
looking at myself naked in the mirror.

When my hands
grazed over my skin, it tingled.

I became curious.

I always dreamt
of being undressed by a man.

Many of my friends
already had steady boyfriends.

I think that's much nicer...

...than always just doing it yourself.

I don't want to masturbate
my whole life.

Something has to finally
happen soon.

Hello, Gila.

I need help
with the English translation.

Can't we...?

I mean, can't we do it together?

Does it have to be now?

I'll let you copy it tomorrow
during drawing class.

I have something better
in mind today.

You... You don't want to meet
with a guy, do you?

Not just that.

Today I'm going to my premiere.

I bet that's more fun
than English lessons.

Have you already...
here and there?

Theoretically, often.
Practically, never.

I've done it myself before.

Oh, and the poor boy?

Hansi?

He's very savvy, I've heard.

Gosh, is that exciting.

If you feel like it,
you can come with.

I'll call Hansi
and tell him to bring a friend.

Really?

Of course I'll do it.

Hey, I find that really cool of you.

Am I right in the assumption that“?

Tell me, you haven't already...?

No.

Then I'll give you
some development aid.

But don't forget to call!

I'll do it right away.
Wait just a moment.

I wonder if this will go well.

I'd really like to know

why we're going to all this trouble
with these old things.

The chicks aren't coming after all.

You have no idea.
They're coming.

Gila is the hottest girl there is.

Who says that?

Everyone knows that.

Where there's something to bang,
she's the first one there.

She's so hot, you'll get blisters
on your fingers.

And if Gila brings a friend with her,

you can be sure she's not a prude.

Man, I can't stand listening to you
talk anymore!

I'm telling you, they're the right
ones to practice with.

They'll bring it!
You can be sure of it!

And what are you bringing?

Now, honestly, you haven't
done it yet either, have you?

No, but I'm a natural.
You'll see.

Who believes it?

Gabi, what's with you?

Gila, I feel so uneasy.
Shouldn't we turn around?

I don't want to embarrass myself.

Oh, nonsense.

The guys are so experienced,
nothing can go wrong.

If I had only done it before,
then at least I'd know how to act.

Just rely on the two guys.
They know what to do.

Oh, gosh, it's cold today!

Hopefully the guys' things
haven't frozen.

Otherwise, I would rather have
gone skiing!

Oh, you and your skiing!

Hopefully this will be able
to sustain the load.

Man, you couldn't have picked
a worse sound for this.

Don't say anything against this place.
My father got it for a bargain.

It just needs to be
decently arranged.

Don't trample around
like an elephant.

The floor is unsound.

Man, it stinks like paint here.

You can't get it up.

If this doesn't suit you,
you can go upstairs with your chick.

The air is fresher there.

But watch out for the floor.
Better stay near the outside wall.

Well, I don't know.
It's getting on my nerves.

And your chicks aren't coming.

Just as I said.

They'll come!

Oh, man.

Who says the lion doesn't eat grass?
There they are.

Oh, damn.
They're really coming.

Oh, geez.

Well, did I promise too much?

They're great!

You can't pass that up.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Let me out.
I changed my mind.

You would like that, wouldn't you?

You're staying here and screwing,
is that clear?

But I can't.
I've never done it before.

Then we'll just do it
for the first time today.

With those girls?

Oh, you don't need any training.

They'll take care of it.

- Hansi.
- Yeah?

- I have to pee.
- Nonsense. You're staying here.

And if they realize we're beginners?

They mustn't.

Just keep looking at their boobs,
and you'll have a torch in your pants.

I think I'd better turn back.

Gee, Gabi, your anxiety is contagious.
I feel queasy, too.

But there's still time.

That's out of the question.

Now we're here,
and now it should happen.

Now, don't wet your pants.

Hi.

Hi.

This is my friend Gabi.

Hi.

And this is my friend Traugott.

Oh, my God, Traugott!

Well, parents can be cruel
sometimes.

I'd like to know what's so funny.

It's not about the name, rather...

Yes, that's true.

Do you have a rod?

Of course.
What did you think?

Keep it closed.

Here.

Did you bring anything to drink?

Of course, that's part of it,
isn't it?

Right.

Then let's not keep ourselves
any longer with chatter.

Should we have a sip first?

No, after instead.

So, if we don't want
to celebrate Christmas here,

something has to happen soon.

Oh, man.

Say, what should that be good for?

You know that's the first stage.

Then I must have been absent
when they discussed this in sex ed.

Touch the other breast.
The right one hurts already.

Say, do you have a breast fetish?

What's wrong?
Do you not feel like it?

I do.

I imagined my first time differently.

Come on,
let's get comfortable upstairs.

Gosh, your nose is cold!

It'll get better. You'll see.

Yes, that's great!

That's amazingly good!

I'd never have thought
that it could be so nice.

Oh, yes! Yes!

Do you know the joke
about the rabbits?

Tell me.

Yes.

Should I really tell you
the joke about the rabbits?

Do it.

Hold on.

Can you please take it out?
I don't have any free hands right now.

Where?

Tell me how it continues.

First let's screw, and then talk.

Gee, you're built!

Man, what are you doing?

You've jammed it
between the springs.

What?

And I thought you were pinching me.

Hold on!

I wanted to take my socks off!

You can do that later.

Gosh, this is great!

I feel like I'm flying!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

So are we!

I'm coming out.

I think the straw is pricking me!

Oh, no.

Oh, and it was so nice.

I told you so.

This is in a terrible state.

I even have paint on my pussy!

It was fun.

Damn game, this boning is.

- I'm all glued together.
- Come on.

I imagined it very differently, too.

And by doing it,
you should have an orgasm.

I'd say that in the last years --

actually, in the last decade --

a lot of sexual taboos
have been eliminated.

These taboos
haven't been reintroduced.

But there is undoubtedly,
especially among the youth,

a trend which again restricts
the liberality.

Virginity is important again.

For Christ's sake,
do you regret that at all?

As a sexual psychologist, yes.

The consequences
will be sexual repression.

But on the other hand,
and I admit this,

there is sexual frustration
due to too much sexual freedom.

There's just the question of which
is the lesser of the two evils.

In my experience,

many sex crimes are committed
due to sexual repression,

but rarely due to sexual frustration.

Yes, I think so, too.

That's probably similar
to pornography.

Since it's been allowed,
sex crimes --

and this is proven --

have decreased in number.

What do you say, for example,
to the following case.

I experienced it myself.

It was about three-quarters of a year
before the exit examination

when I was compelled
to take a closer look

at the scholastic performance
of the student, Michaela Rautenberg.

The immensely beautiful girl
lived alone

with her mother
who had already been ill for years.

Michaela was a loner,
too serious for her age.

She was an excellent student,
intelligent and hardworking.

For the past few weeks,
her performance had rapidly declined,

and it was right before
the exit exams.

The Parliament passes laws
after the third session

with a simple majority.

The bill will then be sent
to the Federal President

for ratification.

Are there exceptions
to this procedure?

Michaela.

Well?

You don't know it?

Westermeier.

When a bill has concerns
affecting the counties,

then the Federal Council
has to issue its approval.

Yes. Right.

That's it for today.

Michaela, please stay for a moment.

I have to speak with you.

Michaela, I'm worried.

What's wrong?

Recently, your performance
is declining.

So much so that not just I,
but all the other colleagues

are puzzled, too.

Do you have any problems?

- Maybe with your mother?
- No.

Or maybe there's something else
you can't handle?

- No.
- Or something that's disturbing you?

Definitely not.

Then you have to promise me
to pull yourself together from now on.

Do you promise me that?

Well, all right, then.

I couldn't get Michaela's
peculiar behavior out of my mind.

As I came back from a walk
late one afternoon,

my eyes fell on the mailbox

that I had already emptied
in the afternoon.

Evidently, there was another
advertisement inside.

The handwriting was familiar.

It was Michaela's handwriting.

"Dear Doctor Wolters,

When you find this letter,
I won't be alive anymore.

I would have so liked to tell you
the truth in school,

but I just couldn't.

I've been roped into something

from which there's no other way out
for me.

I'm at the end of my strength.

Please try to break the news gently
to my mother.

Maybe she'll believe you
that it was an accident.

You'll find me down
by the bridge. Michaela."

Stay here!

Michaela! Michaela!

I was glad that I was successful

at preventing the awfulness
at the last moment.

The girl was completely broken.

I didn't want to bring her
to her ill mother in that state.

That's why I took her with me,

where she then recounted
her terrible experiences.

It all started when Michaela
found a 100-mark bill

one day after school.

Well, little sister, did I scare you?

Sorry about that.

You didn't scare the sister at all,
potato head.

I think she only flinched because
she has a guilty conscience, no?

Exactly.

Yes, little sister, I know,
you're something better,

and you want nothing to do
with guys like us.

But whether you want to or not,
I have to ask you something.

Did you coincidentally
find something that I lost?

Not that I know of.
Leave me alone!

Look at this rotten little bitch.

Lie straight to my face.

I didn't find anything,
and that's it.

Now leave me alone finally,
or I'll scream for help.

Cut it out, sister.

First you steal my money,
and then you become cheeky.

Should I do a body search?

No, Klaus, it's enough
if we search her purse first.

- Here.
- Give me my purse right now!

Relax.

You'll get it right back,
little sister.

We just want to see
if the 100-mark bill

that coincidentally belongs to me
is in there.

She had it.

That doesn't belong to you.
It's my own money.

Well, if that's so,
she has to give the bill back.

Wait, something just came to mind.

My 100-bill has two pinpricks.

I stuck it to other bills yesterday
with a pin.

There you are, the two pinpricks.

Well, sister, ill-gotten goods
never bring prosperity.

Then we surely have to take you
to the police.

You can't do that.
You have your money back.

If you report me...

Yes, yes, yes.

Then Mademoiselle,
who didn't want to talk to us,

will be thrown out of school.

Aren't I right?

Then come with us.

Wait.

Hey, Grandpa, you're amazed.

It's such a shame
about today's youth, isn't it?

That's my only cane!

Because of her guilty conscience,

Michaela didn't recognize
the hooligans' setup.

You have nice handwriting.

"Herewith I affirm
that I, Michaela Rautenberg,

unlawfully tried to keep

a 100-mark bill
lost by Reggie Taut.

Mr. Taut will abstain
from pursuing a charge of theft

if I practice daily repentance

and bring him 100 marks
in four weeks, at the latest,

which he will donate
to the Red Cross.

Michaela Rautenberg."

Yes, okay.

Can I go now?

Just a minute.

Hey, what are you two
still lingering here for?

Go next door!

Start working now!

What is it?
I have to go home.

My mother is very sick
and is surely worried.

Your mother will have to wait
a little longer.

Well, how do you like my pad?

I think it's very original.

Does your boyfriend
have a pad like this, too?

You have a boyfriend, don't you?

Yes, I have a boyfriend.

I know, I know. I inquired.

He's in the army and comes home
on vacation every six weeks.

What a shame.

- Aren't you lonely in the meantime?
- No.

No?

If I look at you...

Here it goes!

Your boobs are great.

The rest you've got there
is my kind of thing.

Stop! I'll call the police!

Police?

You've forgotten
that I have a hold over you.

And I can turn you in
whenever I want.

Is that clear?

Is it clear?

Yes.

Well, then.

No!

Hey.

This here.

Show me what you can do.

Do it well and you'll get back
the letter you wrote.

Are you getting everything,
potato head?

Are you really getting everything?

I can't click as fast as he screws.

We can sell the pictures
to any porno magazine, guaranteed.

The expressions of the little one
are really awesome.

It's terrific how it looks
when you look at it like this.

Especially from this view,
don't you think?

It must be clear to you
that you're now entirely in our hands.

Entirely.

And now you have to do
exactly as we say.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Baron, as promised.

As punctual as a clock.

Here's the lady.

Lovely. Really lovely.

Well, when one's over 30...

Gentlemen, if I may ask.

What the girl had to endure
in the following days and weeks,

we can only imagine
from her account.

Tell me, Michaela,
how did you actually imagine this?

Your work gets worse day after day.

Hey!

Yeah, sweetheart!

- Toss her over!
- Let me go!

I can't do it anymore!

If only Michaela would have had
a single person

in whom she could confide.

Hey, amigos.

I have something to offer you
that no one else can.

A nice, blonde senorita,
great screwing.

Come on, friends! Come on!
Don't be shy!

Come out of your cubbyholes.

Look at this. Here.

These are tits.

There's nothing like it in Sicily
or in Tehran. Here!

Turn around.

This awesome ass can't be found
anywhere else in the world.

Stay calm, friends.
You can share her.

She's here for everybody.

And the whole thing won't cost
100 marks, not even 80 marks,

but just 50 marks!

Yes, just 50 marks!

So, get in line over there.

Come on, men, get out those 50-bills.

Great. 1, 2...

And you, come.
Come, come, come.

And you with your unemployment
money, come on.

Hurry up, men,
while the lady is still fresh.

Oh, look at her.

So beautiful.

Come on, don't fall asleep.

Yeah, thanks.

Man, if it continues like this,
we'll have to pass out numbers.

Come on, go on.
Beauty before age.

What a business!
What a business!

Huh, what do you say?

1, 2, 3, 4...

What vileness the girl had to endure
during those days

is indescribable.

Go on, next.

No pushing.
Everyone will get their turn.

Slowly, boys.
Stand back.

You don't have to be scared,
young lady.

Ibrahim doesn't make love
for money or under force.

Don't be scared.

Bad men brought you here.

This is no good for a young girl.

Ibrahim will save you,
bring you to safety, understand?

- Really?
- Don't be scared.

Please don't be scared.

This way. Quietly.

Come. Like that.
Give me your hand.

Quietly.

Come.

Don't be scared.

I'll give you money for a taxi.

On that day, Michaela decided
to end her life.

I was able to save her
at the last minute.

She overcame the shock of her awful
experiences rather quickly.

I turned in the three
evil blackmailers,

and they got their due punishment.

It was amazing how quickly
Michaela found herself.

She passed her exit exams
with an excellent grade point average.

She wants to become a social worker
or a youth psychologist.

Yes, good.

You see, that's an example
of how life can often be worse

than anything a writer invents.

The latter case
concerns the protection

that every citizen --
and adult citizen --

has through the criminal code.

When I consider the laws

for the protection of children
and youth,

what kind of laws are these, really?

Just forbiddances.

We regulate everything
that the youth are not allowed to do.

And how many are
initially criminalized

by these prohibitive rules?

I have an 18-year-old daughter.

She told me about something
a few days ago

that maybe is interesting
to you, too.

Hey, look, the guy is well-endowed.

Oh, yes, the ancient Greeks.

Oh, they had ideas.

They always thought
about one thing.

They would have known why.

Just like you guys.

Come on, Heidi.
Don't forever play the iron maiden.

That's so boring.

Heidi, here's someone for you.

Hello, Heidi.

My best wishes for your 18th,

and luck in love, in the game,
in school, in sex,

and so on and so on, okay?

Okay, thank you, that's good.
Don't burn yourself out.

Let's get back to the agenda.

First I have to get rid
of my present.

Here, first the green stuff,

and second, something
for your daily life.

Thank you.
Sit down.

Please, Mom, do me a favor
and put them in a vase.

Of course.
They're pretty!

The pill?

Oh, my gosh! You should have
brought her a man with that.

What should our dear innocent one
do with the pill?

Yeah, exactly.

Heidi would rather wait
until marriage.

By then the pills will have expired.

Don't talk such nonsense.

I just haven't met the right one.
That's all.

You better worry
about your own selves

instead of my sex life.

I don't understand
what the problem with that is.

With me, it was very easy.

One day I wanted to know,
and I took matters in my own hands.

First, I invited my Gustav
for a drive to the countryside.

On the way,
it suddenly began to rain.

Believe it or not,
it was still love in the green

since his father has a huge nursery.

Well, then he made me a woman
between tomatoes and cucumbers.

The only thing that bothered me
was the sand under my butt.

Did it hurt?

No, just afterwards.

We realized that we were lying
on an anthill!

And if it's not true,
then at least it's well-invented.

With me, it was just the opposite.

I was taken by surprise.

My Werner didn't want
to miss out on anything,

and he contrived something nice.

One day he called me
and said he was terribly sick

and he had to stay in bed.

His voice sounded so hoarse
and so weak

that I got really scared
and immediately went to him.

And then, of course, I wanted to know
what was wrong with him.

I feel sick.

Now let's first see
if you have a fever.

No, you don't have a fever.

Why not?

Show me your tongue.

Say, "Ah

Say, where is your swelling?

I don't feel anything here.

- Do you notice it?
- Yes.

Are you crazy?

I don't like such things.

- Why not?
- That's a weird swelling.

So what?

At first I wanted to scream for help

when I realized
what I held in my hand.

But then I felt queasy

and felt sorry
for my poor Wernerle.

And then I thought we had to do
something so his swelling stops.

And it did after an hour.

You won't hurt me?

No.

Bravo.

You just have to watch out.

When the swelling decreases
for the men, it starts for the women.

Yeah, you're right.

I was also scared for a while.

I wasn't prepared
for the medical treatment.

Susie, now it's your turn.

When and where
did it pop with you?

I had to help out a little, too.

My dear Wolfie
didn't have the courage.

Maybe he thought
I'd bite something off.

I was very hot myself
and couldn't keep my bum still.

When I finally realized that Wolfie
didn't want to start the attack,

I had an idea.

- Wolfie.
- What?

Come here.
I want to show you something.

- Just come here.
- Why?

Just come.

What do you want to show me?

I lost my keychain.

Where can it be?

It must have fallen off somewhere.

And what can I do?

Find it. If you find it,
you'll get a reward.

What will I get?

A kiss, and maybe a little more
if you want.

And...

So, then, start.

Where should I start?

There?

Pull my skirt down.
Then you'll see better.

Oh, my gosh. I'm supposed to find it
in there? How big is it?

Very small.

Sorry, but I don't see anything.

I really don't see it.

Keep searching.

Sorry, but I haven't found it.

Look closely, I think I feel
something down there.

Look at the pony.
Doesn't it give you an idea?

Well, in a nutshell,
he finally understood

and fulfilled my wish.

And the key, did he find it?

No, not at all.

Where did you hide it?

In my left shoe, but he didn't
make it there in his search.

And besides,
he didn't need it anymore.

Your wish was already fulfilled.

And not just once.

I think he used his noodle
at least half a dozen times.

Heidi, telephone.

Grandma wants to congratulate you.
Come on.

I'm coming'.

I'll be right back.

Don't let the cake get old.

Kids, we have to come up
with something for Heidi.

Yes, it can't go on like this.

She's going to end up a lesbian.

Or will close up down there.

- We have to find a man.
- From where?

Well, I know one who'll teach her.

How come?
Do you know his noodle?

Only indirectly.

He's my cousin.

We played doctor together as kids.

Do you think that's a qualification?

Listen, the guy has
a thundering reputation.

If anyone can inject our Heidi
properly, it's him.

And how do you want
to get the two together?

That's no problem.

I'll invite the two of them over
under some pretense,

and then I'll close the door.

Once the two are alone,
then it's done.

For that, I know my dear Achim.

The embroidered folklore blouse
looks great.

Where is it from?

A guy brought it back for me
from Greece.

Do you want it?

That's not possible.

Don't be silly.
Try it on.

If you like it, you can have it.

I don't like it anymore anyway,

because the guy that gave it to me,

I recently landed him
one in the face,

and since then,
he doesn't come around anymore.

That's not the blouse's fault.

You must be really bonkers
to give away such a nice blouse.

Am I bothering you?

Nonsense, come in and be quiet.

This is Achim, my cousin
about whom I've already told you.

And this is Heidi.

And what did you say about me?

Well, my dear,
you have to ask yourself that.

Explore your conscience.

- Oh, boy.
- You see, he's still a nice guy.

Thanks.

Go on, kids, help yourselves.

There are drinks in the cabinet.

My private bar is behind the lingerie.

I hope you find everything there
that you need to feel comfortable.

What's that supposed to mean?
Are you leaving us alone?

Who said that?

No, I just have to make a phone call.

I promised Susie.

I'll be right back.

Take care of Heidi.

Be nice to her.
She's really a sweetheart.

Wait...

Well, would you like
something to drink?

No, thank you.

I mean, if there's something
non-alcoholic, I'd drink that.

Well, let me see what Ulla has here.

She said behind the lingerie.

There's only a martini there.

Maybe you can check in the kitchen
if there's some more lemonade.

What's this?
It's locked.

Oh, nonsense.

"You can only come out
when Heidi's no longer a virgin.

Have fun. Ulla."

S he's crazy.

It's probably just a bad joke.

How mean!

I will pay her back.

You don't have to be scared.

I promise you
I won't exploit the situation.

I'm not like they say I am.

And now I think we should
cook her goose.

Hold this.

In any case.

Darn, they hung something
in front of the keyhole.

What a sweet pair of tits.

You're really terrific, girl.

What are you doing to me?

Oh, that's just the beginning,
sweetheart.

Now let's first take off
your cute little panties.

No, Achim, stop.

Oh, well, what do we have here?

Please!

Oh, Achim!

Don't be shy, girl.
Come on, spread your legs a little.

No. Please, no.

No.

Wow, look at this thing.

Oh, God, it's big.

Please, give it to me.

Achim will take care of her.
You can count on it.

Now it's happened.

I told you you can rely on Achim.

Nothing to hear.

I feel funny myself.

Well, was I good?

Fantastic.

Well, I'd give something if we...

What?

When what?

Oh, nothing.

Well, I think they'll let us out now.

Wait.

Wait! You too!

Now we can.

Open up!

Requirement satisfied!

I live over there on the right.

Bye, then.

But I'm taking you home.
That's clear.

Well, I'm here.

- Too bad.
- Why?

As far as I'm concerned, we could
have walked like that for hours.

- You weren't bored?
- Oh, not at all.

One mustn't always chatter.

Well, then, I want to go inside.

Will we see each other again?

If you'd like.

It'd be nice.

Do you want to come inside?

I'm alone. My parents aren't there.

Gladly.

So this is my room.

Can I get you anything?

This, and if you want, much more.

Do you like me?

More.

I love you.

And how many girls
have you said that to already?

Even if you don't believe me...

...you're the first.

That's hard to believe.

You have a huge reputation
as a playboy.

I know, but I have to confess
something.

Yes?

There's no truth to the gossip.

Nothing?

Nothing.

I bragged a little bit
because I wanted to be left alone.

And then the others blew it up
and fabricated things about me

that they would have liked
to experience themselves.

And why didn't you exploit
the situation at Ulla's?

You could have at least tried.

I don't know.

Maybe because I love you.

Or because you were
just as scared as I was.

That's what I got out of it.

When you're a cavalier,
you're taken for a coward.

You girls are strange creatures.

Come.

We want to end our discussion
with this example of trust and love.

Young people have a right to love,

and our schoolgirls,

about whom exaggerated rumors
are far too often spread,

will certainly become loving wives
and good mothers

and are emancipated in a good way.