All language subtitles for Schoolgirl Report 2[1971]

Today's youth.

Self-critical and rebellious...

both down-to-earth and romantic.

The young people who triggered
the sexual revolution.

The first Schoolgirl Report
told you all about...

masturbation...

petting, that is,
playful intimate contact...

deflowering or
losing one's virginity...

intercourse and same-sex love.

Filled with sensational information,
the film opened many parents'eyes.

So we had to do further studies...

gather more information...

and reveal the facts that even
young people don't like to talk about.

SCHOOLGI RL REPORT 2:

WHAT KEEPS PARENTS AWAKE AT NIGHT

A Wolf C. Hartwig Production

Based on the book by G�nther Hunold

With an epilogue by Kurt Seelmann

Former Director, City Youth Office of Munich

Starring many anonymous youths and parents

And as reporter:

Written by

Music by

Theme written by

Photography

Design

Editor and Assistant Director

Directed by

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Friedrich von Thun.

I did the interviews
in the first Schoolgirl Report.

At the time, we had not planned
on making a second episode.

But the overwhelming response of viewers
forced us to do a sequel.

We received 1,665 letters.

Out of these true stories,
we've selected the most interesting.

We've also invited some viewers
to introduce them to you.

I'm Annemarie Schmitt, 40 years old.

I'm a doctor of philosophy
and teach at a girls' school in Munich.

Can you confirm...

that the cases we portrayed
in the first Schoolgirl Report...

are typical of today's youth?

Not all schoolgirls are like that.

But the film never claimed they were.

There's no doubt that today's youth
have moral beliefs...

different from those of
their elders' generation.

I see you have a certain understanding
for the young girls' behavior.

After all, you can hardly
close your eyes to the facts.

That's certainly right.

But even if today's girls
reach sexual maturity sooner...

intellectually,
they're still not grown-up.

One case comes to mind...

that had to do with
18-year-old girls at school.

"To Doctor Kurt Mallinger."

I hope he doesn't recognize
your handwriting.

Give me a break.
Don't worry, I typed it.

We'll show him.

Here he comes.

Why aren't you in the classroom, ladies?

Pardon me.

Please adjust your clothes.

I wanted to,
but I've lost a button.

Well, that's all right.
Now back to your seats.

Dr. Mallinger, my father
asked me to give you this.

Can't your father come
to the parent-teacher meeting?

I'm afraid he can't.

He only has time tomorrow afternoon.

He's got a plane to catch.

Him and his weird job.

Civil engineer is not a weird job.
Even if he works in Africa.

But I'll make an exception for him.

Tell him I'll come by
tomorrow at 4:00.

Fine, Dr. Mallinger.

Hold on, Eflie. Why don't you
demonstrate today's experiment?

That way, I can tell your father
something positive tomorrow.

Attention, please.

Today, we're dealing with friction
and the warming of conductive bodies...

and how we can make use
of this fact of physics.

In short, it's the way electrical fuses...

What's wrong, Krista?

Nothing, I'm just tingly all over.

Well, we haven't turned on
the power yet.

Not yet.

- Elfie, the line must be taut.
- I'll make sure of that.

Don't be childish and pay attention.

It'll help you later on
if, after all the theory...

you get some idea of the practical_

Elfie!

The current's running
in the wrong direction.

You just got a good jolt,
Dr. Mallinger.

If you're so tingly...

then I advise you
to take more cold showers.

But without electricity, because
that could come to a nasty ending.

Touch�!

- Are you ready, Elfie?
- I'm always ready.

Then switch it on.

Since you seem to be
so interested in electricity, Krista...

describe the experiment.

Well, here's how it works.

An electrical current
runs through a line...

which creates friction.

The more power you have,
the more friction there is in the wire...

and the hotter it gets.

I mean, it depends on
how thick the wire is...

and at some point,
it gets hot.

Too bad you switched it off.

Now it's all limp.

And now it's blushing.

Continue, Sibylle.

The more juice it gets,
the more red it gets.

- More red?
- More red, redder, who cares?

There it goes.

Bang! Serves him right.

Elfie, summarize please.

From this experiment,
it can be seen...

that during climax...

you can blow a fuse.

Krista, are you completely
out of your mind?

I have to go to the washroom.

Go.

These events actually happened
during science class.

Rut yourself in the teacher's shoes.

And the letter from Elfie's father?

Here's what happened next.

Get ready.

- And if it doesn't work?
- It'll work.

Now let's get going.

Hello, Dr. Mallinger.
Thanks for keeping your promise.

- I'm a bit late.
- No worries.

Thank you.

I'm afraid I'm in a hurry.

I need to grade some papers.

Have a seat.

Cognac or whiskey?

My father's bar
has everything you like.

- I'll have a cognac.
- Fine.

Tell your father I'm here.

It's French cognac.

Thank you. I'll do it myself.

- See, that's what happens.
- I'm so sorry.

I thought you were
already holding the bottle.

That'll stain.
Cognac stains.

Take off your coat.
I'll get hot water and a towel.

No, just tell your father
that I'm here.

First I have to remove the stain,
or I'll be in trouble with Dad.

- What now?
- You'll see.

Give me a towel.
Second drawer.

Don't stare at me.
See what he's doing.

You were right
about the towel, Elfie.

That's why I got one.
Do you want it?

Take it, Dr. Mallinger.

It's a beautiful towel.

Elfie, have you gone mad?

This is outrageous.

If your father sees us_

What would he say?

You, half-undressed...

the whole apartment
reeking of cognac...

and me, well...

Get dressed now.

What are you trying to do to me?

What are you afraid of?

No need to be afraid.

My father left for Africa
three days ago.

And mother is off playing cards.

We're all alone.

You know, Dr. Mallinger...

the whole class has the hots for you.

And you're so helpless in a cute way.

Such a dedicated teacher...

deserves a big thank you.

You trapped me.

So you think it's a trap?

Man, she's putting on a good show.

He's so shy. I feel sorry for him.

Oh, Doctor, do me!
Do me several times!

That's what I dream of
every day in science class.

I like it orally first.

Well, here's how it works.

An electrical current
runs through a line...

which creates friction.

The more power you have...

the more friction there is in the wire...

and the hotter it gets.

It depends on how thick
the wire is...

and at some point,
it gets hot.

"Today at my place at 4:00,
Dr. Mallinger."

My parents aren't home either.

You know what you're doing, Sibylle?

Of course I do.

Then you must also know that
I won't be blackmailed like this.

No?

What a shame.

I'm as good as Elfie on the couch.

Nice shot, eh?

You can keep it.

I've got more copies.

- Are you coming?
- Good morning.

We talked about friction yesterday.

We talked about friction yesterday.

Of course, we talked
about friction yesterday.

About lines and electricity.

And today we have the pictures.

We each have a photo.

Will you flunk anyone ever again?

Will you ruin anyone's chance
of graduating?

Now we know what you are.

We know how you are in bed.

In bed?

You fucked her
right there on the couchl

What do you want to tell us?

What else can you tell us?

In the first Schoolgirl Report,
I interviewed people in Munich.

This time, I've come to Berlin.

Can I ask you a few questions
about Schoolgirl Report 2?

Would you have an affair
with one of your teachers?

Depends on the teacher.

No, I wouldn't.

Why not?

With the teachers at our school,
no way.

I don't know.
I never thought about it.

Hard to say.
Depends on the teacher.

Yes, I am having an affair.
I'm American.

Would you have an affair
with one of your teachers?

Yes, I even know one.
If he wanted to, I'd do him.

Do you think some students
do it to get better grades?

Yes, that's possible.

There are some attractive teachers.

Do you think some students
do it to get better grades?

Yes, certainly.

That's possible.

It's better to sleep with the teacher
than fail a class.

Why not?
If she's smart.

Should a teacher be punished
for sleeping with a student?

No, if he doesn't rape her,
both had fun.

- No.
- Even if she's a minor?

She should know what she's doing.

Would you sleep with an older man...

or someone your own age?

Same age.

- An older man.
- Why?

Older men are more tender
and more experienced...

so they can make you come faster.

Mr. Gephart, you're a legal adviser
for the city's school board.

- Do you know of Dr. Mallinger?
- Yes.

How do you assess the case
from a legal point of view?

First, under the Criminal Code...

Section 174 states...

that anyone who sexually abuses
a minor under 21 entrusted to his care...

shall be punishable
by six months' imprisonment.

But the abuse
was initiated by the girl.

That has no bearing
on the culpability of the offense.

The teacher is an adult
of sound mind.

The minimum sentence is six months.

If the court imposes a sentence
of more than one year...

the teacher will automatically
lose his position as a civil servant.

So he'll have to find
a different occupation?

Yes.

He's coming!

Quick!

Quiet!

Good morning, Principal.

Good morning.

Please be seated.

Dr. Mallinger, your science teacher,
will never teach this class again.

He was found dead
in his apartment this morning.

I know you must be as devastated
as we teachers are.

Even more so
since the police have determined...

that it was clearly a suicide.

The suicide of a man who was known
for his impeccable conduct.

Please remember Dr. Mallinger
as an honorable man.

Thank you.

Yes, Principal.

The foolishness of some minors
has driven a teacher to suicide.

Minor, a taboo in our society.

Why?

Maybe because we adults need
an excuse for our own sense of guilt.

The innocence of the child.

What is the innocence of a child
who hides behind innocence?

The people concerned in this case
are students in a village school.

I always thought it came out
in the back with girls.

- Pepe!
- The old Huber is here.

Come here!

- What are you doing?
- Nothing, Father.

- But you were doing something.
- Not me, nor Hansi.

- But Zenzi was.
- And what was she doing?

Pee-pee.

- And what were you doing?
- Watching her.

You damn brat.

What's wrong with that?

We watch the cows all the time,
and they piss a lot more than she does.

The age of discovering one's own body.

Innocent games.

Do you always have to be
naked to do this?

I think so.

If you push too hard, it hurts.

- Take off your pants.
- You first.

No, you first.

Funny, you're getting goose bumps.

I feel it down to my toes.

How hard your nipple is.

Do you also touch yourself?

Mother says only pigs do that.

Your father touches her breasts too.

That's all right.
That's why they're married.

Look.

This is nice.

It's getting really hard...

hard like cement,
my older brother says.

It's supposed to feel really good...

if you stick it into a girl's hole.

Some girls like it so much
they scream.

Do it slowly,
and it tickles really well.

How do you know?

I've played around down there.

That's nice, really nice.

What's this down there?

My balls.

- They're hard.
- My hard balls.

It's nice how you do that.

I'm about to come.

Something's coming up for me.

That's the juice.
That's where babies come from.

Do you want to do it?

You're beautiful.

Nice tits.

You don't need that.

My heart is beating like crazy.

What do you call yours?

My mother used to call mine a "ding-dong."

Vulgar people call it a cock.

My mother always told me
to keep my pussy clean.

And never to let anyone
touch my breasts.

Beautiful breasts.

Does that feel good?

- It's a crazy feeling.
- Same here.

My ding-dong gets bigger
when I touch you.

Nice pussy, good pussy.

Keep still.

I've always wanted to look
at a girl like that, with the breasts...

the pussy and the ass.

I've always liked that.

As a man, I could just eat you up.

- Let me do it a bit.
- Yeah.

I'll put mine in yours.

- That's thin.
- That's not it. That's the straw.

This is it!

What are you doing now,
you brat?

What are you looking at?

I always get spanked
when somebody else is doing it.

- What are they doing?
- They're fucking.

What are you doing?
You damn pigs!

You whores, pigs,
doing it in the barn!

We were only trying out
what we saw in a magazine.

A magazine?
I'll show you. I'll report you.

When should a girl be told
about the facts of life?

At 12.

As early as possible.

- When were you told?
- At 13.

Twelve or 13.

- Do you think that's the right age?
- No. It should be done sooner.

- How much sooner?
- Depends. At nine or 10.

- At nine or 10 years old?
- Yeah.

How did you learn,
at school or from your parents?

No, from friends.

Did you learn about it from your parents,
at school, or from friends?

My friends, playing doctor
and touching each other.

Dr. Hollmann...
"Psychologist"

you're a psychologist
at the youth office.

You dealt with this case.
What is your opinion?

For me, it's wrong to call
the events in the barn a "case."

A "case" implies a punishable offense...

and young people exploring their bodies
in a barn is hardly an offense.

So you think the young people
in the barn acted correctly. Why?

According to our basic human nature,
they certainly acted correctly.

- Please explain.
- It's simple.

The child absorbs culture
and language through imitation.

The same is true of
discovering one's sexuality.

Then why did the police officer
make such a big mistake?

Adults tend to be in denial...

because of moral beliefs
and social prejudice.

As if a growing child had done something bad
in trying to discover himself.

I know my answer is shocking,
but that's how it is.

The events that transpired in the barn
only could have happened...

because the school teacher had refused
to teach the children about sex.

If someone is guilty, it's her.

Mr. M�ller, you are 45 years old
and an architect.

Do you think that the sexual
permissiveness of schoolgirls today...

is exaggerated in public debate?

Yes.

Most of what they do,
they do in search of adventure.

Take the story of Monika
and Emi, two runaways.

They were students at a rural school.

One day they ran away...

leaving a note for their parents.

"Fuck schooll We want to be freel"
They wrote.

- Good day.
- Good day.

- What can I get you?
- Two Bulgarian yogurts.

We only have Bavarian,
and even that, we don't have.

But you have some back there,
in the freezer.

No, sorry.
It's reserved for somebody else.

- But I do have some scented cheese.
- That'll do.

Well, well.

Girls like that
make my hair stand on end.

What?
Stop them, those dirty witches.

Stop them. Police!

Stop!

Stop them! Shoplifters!

Dirty bastards.
They should be drowned.

Here, take this.

Over there.

No, they went straight ahead.

I can't take it anymore.
I wanna go home. I'll turn myself in.

Are you crazy?
I thought we wanted to be free.

Free, yes, but not like this.

Admit it, Monika.
You're sick of this too.

Come.

Munich, on...

So...

first you steal,
and now you want to go home.

Let's hear it.

It wasn't stealing.
It was only petty theft.

My name is Monika Reinhard.
I'm 16.

I'm Emilie Stradmann, also 16.

We went to Munich,
where the action is.

You go crazy in a small village.

We wanted to see a friend...

but we'd lost her address.

And she doesn't have a phone.

Well, we could have gone
to the registry office.

But we didn't think of that.

So we waited around
the train station.

And that's where it happened.

There must be a place
for information around here.

Yes, over there.

- My suitcase!
- What a welcome.

My suitcase gone,
along with 500 marks in cash.

What a mess!

We wanted to go to the police...

but what would you have done?

You'd have sent us straight home.

That's when we met Uschi...

and she overheard that
we didn't have anywhere to go.

She was quite charming.

If that's all,
you can stay with me.

No one has ever been lost in Munich.

That's really nice of you.
We don't want to impose.

No problem.

Uschi, as she called herself,
had a cute apartment.

She wanted us
to make ourselves at home.

But we didn't want
to kick up our heels.

So, let's have a drink.

You can take a bath
if you want.

Coming to Munich was a great idea.

I have to pop out...

but a friend will be by
and he'll entertain you.

And entertain us he did.

Man, you can really make
stupid mistakes sometimes.

He led us on,
like stupid rubes from the country.

We had no idea
about people in big cities.

But I wouldn't give in.

"I'll show him,"
I thought to myself.

Boy, was I ever wrong.

He showed me.

Then, he went for Emi.

She only wanted
to fool around a bit.

You don't have to say that.

Why not? It's the truth.

Reople will know
you hadn't done it before...

and that he deflowered you...

that he did you, just like me.

What a great guy.

Never had one like Egon again.

I think he can make
a girl very happy.

At least that's what
I thought that night.

But the next morning, he tried to talk us
into becoming his prostitutes.

We could stay with him forever,
he told us.

But we didn't, so we beat it.

We were back on the streets,
and he'd stolen Emi's money.

So we ended up with the bums.

They helped us a lot.

So you expressed your gratitude, right?

I do have manners.

But things got too hot.

They knew our parents
were looking for us.

And you guys have it in for bums.

Then Roland took us in.

Where did you find these two?

Couldn't you find any bigger bores?

Stop that nonsense.

- Get comfortable.
- You got any dough?

- What?
- He wants to know if you have money.

I should have known.

- Did you hear about that band?
- Man, they're lame.

The Anglo-Saxons
are playing at the Grotta...

complete with lesbian organ players...

two gay guitarists
and a transvestite drummer.

When they play,
they really kick it up.

You know,
I pictured Munich differently.

So are you gonna just sit there
and put down roots?

In for a penny,
in for a pound.

By now we knew that guys
were only interested in fucking.

Maybe it's silly,
but that night I thought...

that marriage is probably no different,
with the guy saying, "Come here."

No matter ifhe's drunk or whatever...

you have to be a good wife
and lie down.

Don't put them down.
They were great people.

I'd have loved to stay with Roland.

They also gave us these clothes.

But after two months...

they started getting antsy.

Someone had told them about
"new freedom"and a "new community."

And "man's responsibility."

They became unbearable.

They traded their things in
for motorcycles and headed south.

They wanted to go
to a kibbutz in Israel...

and when they got tired of that...

perhaps to Kathmandu,
the city in the Himalayas.

Over 200,000 young people
are said to have gone there last year.

Joining the flower children there is
supposed to make you a better person.

We were in trouble again...

and sleeping on a construction site
is not exactly a dream come true.

We were hungry.

So we went to that store
and used that yogurt trick...

so that we could get some stuff.

And now you want
to go back to school, right?

Yes.

- That is, if they'll take us back.
- I think they will.

The biggest problem: Immaturity.

Boy and girl,
both the same age.

At 17, she may already
be a woman sexually.

While he, also 17,
acts like a kid sometimes.

Hence, the following story...

deliberately shown in a humorous way.

What do you think?

Shouldn't we go to the movies instead?

That's out of the question.

You said we'd go to the woods
to make love.

Now we're in the woods
and we're gonna make love.

Promises made to a woman
must be kept.

You know that you're my first?

But you told me
you were so experienced.

I've got a feeling you won't like me
anymore afterwards.

I'm really a super guy.

That's why I've been
looking forward to this.

I think it's gonna take a bit longer.

Making promises
you can't keep.

- My cock will be ready soon.
- Well, I'll be...

You're doing well up here,
but nothing's going on down there.

I'll come over you like a storm.

You'll be struck
by the lightning bolt of love.

You'll see, I'll do you really well.

- I don't see anything yet.
- I have to build up to it.

Well, keep building then.

Something's distracting me.

But you'll see...

and my friend down there
will take you.

And I'll tell you then...

then...

Hey, our clothes are gone.

Hello there!

- Give back those clothes!
- First things first.

You'll get them back
after you sing a song.

I'm not crazy.
Give them back now.

But, Heini, start singing
or we'll go home naked.

Come on.

- A little man stands silent in the woods
- Come on.

Wearing a bright crimson coat

Who could that little man be

Standing all alone in the woods

With that little crimson coat

A little man stands silent in the woods

Quick.

Wearing a bright crimson coat

Give me a call when you learn
how to make love. Bye!

Bitch!

I almost lost my virginity
to that bitch.

I'm feeling so limp.

Here's Tessie.
She just turned 16.

She's now beyond the reach
of the Rrotection of Minors Act.

She's allowed to be in a pub
after 9:00 p.m. When accompanied.

She met two young men,
who got her drunk.

They took her to a party.

Just what kind of party it was
will shock even you.

Come.

Stop. Sit down.

Okay.

Now you'll have lots of fun.

- Where are we?
- At the gates of heaven.

This is the party?

Nobody's here.

They'll come.
They're never on time.

You have to stick it in deep.

Not too much.
I need mine too.

Whoever invented this shit
should get a medal.

- What did you pay for it?
- 50.

Pretty expensive for a trip.

Cheaper than a whorehouse.

Should we give her some too?

Sure, she's grown-up.

So, do you want to try it?

What is it?

Quite harmless, but it'll make you feel
like the eighth day of Christmas.

Where are the others?

Screw them.

They probably got lost or something.

Give me your arm.

I don't know.
Doesn't it hurt?

Not a bit.
You won't feel a thing.

Now a nice tie,
like at the doctor's.

- She fell for it.
- We got her.

Put her on the mattress.
The stuff won't last long.

Gotta work fast.

- Wanna do her first?
- I'm not a can-opener.

Don't take too long.

Watching makes me really horny.

We can each do her a few times.

Man, we got a really
hot chick this time.

That was great.

Let's beat it now.

Tessie is one of 12 young students...

found like this by the police
within five weeks...

raped and drugged.

Fred and Charlie always
used the same approach.

They gave the girls
very sweet cocktails...

so that they couldn't taste the alcohol.

Then they lied about a party...

and pretended to shoot up.

In reality,
they drugged their victims.

The statistics reveal a terrible fact.

An alarming number
of schoolgirls are addicted...

a danger of our modern times.

Did you know that one in four schoolgirls
in Germany have smoked a joint?

I had a feeling.

- Have you ever done it?
- Yes.

- Have you had a joint before?
- Yes.

Do you think it's right
for young people to take drugs?

No.
We'll have to get much tougher.

Do you think girls who do drugs
are more sexually active?

Certainly, it lowers your inhibitions
and lands you in bed.

It depends.

You have all sorts of feelings
when you smoke a joint.

- Do you think it's unhealthy?
- Yes, I think so.

Today's schoolgirls aren't shy
when it comes to material benefits...

as the following case demonstrates.

You are Ingeborg Bayer,
aged 35, and a housewife.

I experienced this with my own
16-year-old daughter.

It happens more often
than people think.

The compulsion to shop...

drives girls to do things
that would leave you speechless.

Look. This one looks great.

- How much you think it costs?
- Don't know. Go and ask.

- That's silly.
- That's what salesclerks are for.

- Go inside.
- Why me? Do I want it or you?

Well, forget it then.

- What do you want with a wig?
- It's chic and something new.

My mother wants me to have long hair...

and I can hardly cut it off.

She'd love to see me in braids.
What crap.

If I could just get some money.

- Careful, the enemy is listening.
- What?

The guy at the next table.

- What can I get you?
- Two chocolate cakes and two coffees.

He's interested in us.

That's no reason to leave.

He's too old for me.
I'm going. You can stay.

If you leave, I'll go too.

I don't have much money.
Can you lend me some?

I don't have a cent.
I was going to ask you.

Don't fool around.
Check it again.

Like reaching into the pocket
of a naked man.

This one's on me, ladies.

- Out of the question.
- Who do you think we are?

Two very pretty girls.

Anyone can run out of money.

He's right.

- But only if we can repay you.
- If you insist.

Jasper?
Is that your first or last name?

A pseudonym.

Photo studio?
Are you a photographer?

Can't deny it.

Do you do things like
nude pictures and stuff?

Yes, nude and stuff.

For the magazines?

If the models are as beautiful
as you two.

- And you get money for this?
- Yes, that's right.

- Why, are you interested?
- Me?

Not on your life.

- Why would I?
- Why did you come then?

I was thinking of a head shot
or something.

There are magazines
that print photos like that.

With 5 million girls in Germany
and 500 million in the world...

you think you're the one?

Let's see what we have here.

I thought so.

What?

Nothing more than
another head shot.

What do you mean?

- You ain't got it.
- Only my head?

- Listen, I have a great body.
- Really?

I haven't seen it.
You'll have to show me more.

Quite nice.

But only from behind.

Why only from behind?
You got sagging breasts?

Sagging breasts?

You have to cover some girls up
with a towel.

- Not me.
- There you go.

You've got nothing to hide.
On the contrary.

You've got beautiful breasts.

Step into the light.

That's good.

- No, that doesn't work.
- Why not?

It looks dirty with the panties.

I won't take them off.

That's the problem.

Half-dressed is porn,
only total nudity is natural.

Forget it. Get dressed.

Don't you want to take
a picture of me like this?

No, it's not worth it.

- Not even if l_
- If you what?

- If I take them off?
- Well, take them off then.

- You have to turn around.
- I'm not in love with you.

I see so much flesh every day
that I'd rather have pasta.

There you go.
That's going to be great.

That's good.

Fantastic.

Yes.

Now look right here.

Take a breath.

Beautiful eyes.

Slender neck.

Now the eyes.

Let's be creative.

That's gonna be great.

Now a little bit distant.

Now look here.

Now the calm after the storm.

Come. Look.

I have to tell you something.

Look at the picture.

A wig?
Did you let him take pictures?

- What is it to you?
- You_

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Morning.
- Morning, Mr. Taschner.

Can I help you?

Hello. I'm here now.

And what do you want?

I also want to earn money for a wig.

Just like Margot.

Well, let's see.

I'm just as pretty as Margot,
and slimmer.

My pictures should be great.

They tell me I've got today's look.

You aren't wearing panties.

No, I figured they'd
have to come off anyway.

- What's your name?
- Jutta.

Do you like me?

- Good morning, Mr. Taschner.
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Hello.

- Good morning, Mr. Taschner.
- But_

What's going on with the girls?

Their tits are real,
but their hair is fake.

I'll be darned.

If I didn't know for a fact that
these were Swedish porn models...

I'd swear they were some of our girls.

But our schoolgirls are innocent.

I'd swear it
with my hand in the fire.

Would you pose
for nude pictures?

Possibly. In private.

- Have you done it before?
- Yes.

- How old are you?
- 18.

Would you pose for nude pictures?

Why not? I have a nice body.

Yes. I haven't done it,
but I would if it paid well.

- Do you have nude photos of yourself?
- Yes.

Do you have nude photos of yourself?

Yes, but I can't show them,
they're too risqu�.

Do you think the pornography ban
should be lifted?

Yes, when you're 18,
you can do what you want.

No.

Everyone should know what's right.

It should be lifted.

The more you ban something,
the more people do it.

There are already a lot of
illegal imports, so why not?

Should they lift all restrictions,
or leave some, like an age limit of 18?

Yes, there should be restrictions.

But not at 18, at 16.

Yes, an age restriction, 16 or 18.

No. Girls should work or study...

and not waste their time with that filth.

- Does porn excite you?
- No.

- Does porn excite you?
- No.

Yes, but if it puts me in the mood...

I'd rather masturbate
than jump into bed with a man.

How easy or difficult is it
for young girls today?

They can find objective
information on their problems.

I met this girl in a sex shop.

But what does she learn here?

She's faced with technical tools
that her parents might enjoy.

But this young girl
doesn't need things like that.

On the contrary, it would make
her relationships harder.

- Do you fancy that?
- I find it quite funny.

- Would you buy it?
- No, I'm just looking.

Would that excite you?

You and your questions.
Honestly, not much.

- How old are you?
- Guess.

- Eighteen.
- Thank you. I'm 15 and a half.

Would you tell me about the first time
you had sexual contact?

As a child, playing doctor,
or do you mean the real thing?

The real thing.

- Half a year ago.
- When you were 15.

- Yes, do you think that's late?
- No, no.

Can you tell me about it?

- But it's an unusual story.
- Even better.

I'm in high school, 10th grade.

Half a year ago,
I was a real virgin.

I wasn't interested at all.
Silly, eh?

Why? You're still young.
Everyone's different.

I felt really silly.

The girls in my class
had all had sex.

Or at least they'd
done petting, they said.

Mondays were really bad.
The stories they'd tell.

How, where and with whom
they'd done it on the weekend.

I couldn't stand it.

- He's got a great way.
- You're putting us on.

- Do him, then you'll know.
- I don't fuck just anyone.

You're funny.

How else could you make comparisons?

- I never let one slip through my fingers.
- I need one every day.

I need one who can do me several times.

Well, serve him up,
and let's see how often I come.

We'll all see.

Two days later
I'd forgotten what I'd said.

I said I'd give up
my virginity to that guy.

Surely my classmates
were all talk as well.

Pass it on to Elke.

THE STUD SAYS YES.

Pass it on to Elke.

Elke, give me that note.

Give it to me.

Stand up.

As a teacher,
I can't reach into your blouse.

As a man, however, I can.

As a student, I can't do this.

But as a girl, I can.

That's what you'd call
getting even, right?

Carry on.

Saturday night, it happened.

Gitte had actually
organized a party.

And the stud showed up?

Yes.

His name was G�nter.
Not as ugly as I'd thought.

Still, I felt silly for having
to give up my virginity...

just because of my bragging.

Have a drink first, G�nter.
Courtesy of my dad.

To his health.
Where is he?

He and mom took off,
saying it'd be too loud for him here.

Then, let's get started.

Horst, stop smooching
and put on some music.

Everyone knew
I'd be the one tonight.

And everyone else
had already done him.

I wanted to leave,
but if I left...

I would have been
finished at school.

Well, how do you like him?

Can't say yet.
I'll find out once we're in bed.

I could have slapped myself.

Once again I'd said something totally
different from what I was really thinking.

I felt sick.
Was it anxiety or_

Chris, did you put
something in my drink?

- What makes you think that?
- I'm feeling sick.

If you want to back out_

Me? Back out?
I must be hearing things.

I'll take him with my eyes closed.

He took me back to his room.

I was hoping that the others
hadn't told him I was a sly one.

Lfhe found out that I'd never_
and ifhe told others_

Take off your coat.

- You want something to drink?
- What have you got?

I've got some whiskey somewhere.
Would you like some?

No, I'd rather not.

Let's cut to the chase.

What? Come on.

That's why we're here, right?

Okay. Have it your way.

Can't you turn off
the lights at least?

Damn it! Haven't you ever
seen a naked girl before?

Yes, but not often.

But I thought you were
the town stud.

That's baloney.

Gitte made that up to trick you.

What?

Trick me?

- What are you doing?
- I'm getting dressed.

- What a waste.
- Says who?

Don't touch me.

I may not be the town stud,
but I'm no fool either.

And then it happened.

He was no stud.

Thank God he was no stud.

He was a really sweet guy,
inexperienced like me.

You should have told me
you were a virgin.

I'm not anymore.

That was it.

Disappointed?

No. Why? And the other girls?

We told them quite the story
the next morning.

- By the way_
- Yes?

They were wild themselves that night.

Gitte told me so.

- This is lame.
- Why didn't you invite more guys?

I've got an idea.
This could be the idea of the century.

- What's your idea?
- Don't keep us in suspense.

Well, get ready for your surprise.

But you have to play along.

- I'd take anyone tonight.
- You won't find anyone now.

Is this the cab company?

Could you send a car
to Brunnstrasse 11?

Thank you. How long?

Five minutes. Great.

I'm sorry,
there's been a mistake.

I'll give you your two marks outside.

If he walks past a cemetery,
the maggots will eat him up.

Don't panic.

I'll call another one.

So, ladies,
where do you want to go?

Well, the thing is,
we're looking for a nude model.

- No.
- Yes, a real male model.

And nude.

We're budding artists,
painters, you know?

We need to do more studies...

- on a live subject.
- Totally naked?

I get off my shift at 12:30.

You can earn a nice bundle.

Not much going on at this hour.

- No, it's busy_
- Isn't it comfortable here?

Yeah, but...

a hundred bucks at least.

Agreed.

Go into the next room
and take your clothes off.

Well...

- What now?
- I can't paint.

You don't need to.
Everyone got a pad?

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Then come on out.

You know what?

Stay there, the light is good.

- But drop the towel.
- Yeah.

We didn't hire you for the towel.

Okay. If you insist.

Come, girls. Let's console him.

Get undressed!

That's what I call recreation.

- Can he take all four of us?
- The way he's built?

Come on.

The new way
to health and beauty.

Let me go.

Don't pull it, it hurts.

Dispatch.
Car 19 here.

No, I'm still booked.

But send three more, I need help.

No, no police.

It's personal help I need.

Three drivers.

And young...

and strong.

When should a girl
have her first sexual contact?

When she's found the right boy.

- It doesn't depend on her age?
- No, if she's ready.

When should a girl
have her first sexual contact?

At 16, when she realizes
masturbation doesn't work...

and real intercourse
is the best solution.

Did you have sex for the first time
because your boyfriend demanded it?

Yes, because if I'd said no,
there'd have been a hundred others.

What was your reason
for having sex the first time?

The reason? It was the boy.
He was nice, and I liked him.

I was interested in him...

and had no concerns
about sleeping with him.

What was your reason
for having sex the first time?

I was drunk,
but I really enjoyed it.

Did you enjoy it?

The first time, no. But later,
I couldn't hold myself back.

Do you think a girl should be a virgin
when she gets married?

No. Why?

No, that's not important today.

In fact, men actually like
experienced women.

The responses to our survey
clearly show...

that girls who are still virgins
do not feel better morally.

Quite the contrary is true.

What used to be known
as one's sexual honor...

is being denounced today.

Just how questionable certain laws
for the protection of minors can be...

is documented by this case.

It was recently in the press,
and I followed it closely.

We've changed the names
to protect the individuals.

- Your name is Susanne Liphold?
- Yeah.

- You're 15 and a student.
- Yes. I graduate next year.

You're father is a civil servant.

Yes, with internal revenue.
My mother doesn't work.

Susanne,
you know why you're here today.

You've had some very nasty experiences.

I'd like to help you deal with them.

- You must believe me.
- Yeah.

But you must help me too.
That is, you must tell the truth.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Be honest. When was
the first time you had sex?

I was 14 and a half.

For once, my parents had
allowed me to go to a party...

at a friend's place, and_

And?

There was a bank trainee.

He was almost 19.
He took me with him.

Took you where?

To his place.

Quiet or you'll wake my mother.

Too late.

- Who's that?
- Susanne, she lost her key.

And you're the cavalier
who will let her sleep here.

Well, you know what you're doing.

I didn't see anything.
I didn't hear anything.

Tomorrow morning
the kid's out of here, you hear?

- Then it happened.
- Did you like it?

Like it?

I didn't feel anything.
No orgasm.

- Never did.
- What do you mean?

I was with two others later on.

One was older.
I'd met him at a caf�.

- The other one was from school.
- And no orgasm?

- I don't even know what that is.
- Why do it then?

That's the crazy thing.
I love to excite men.

- Excite how?
- When I show them my body.

Did you see them often?

Often? Again and again.

Again and again...

and again...

and again...

And again nothing.

How are you doing in school?

In the top half, I think.

I like German and history.

Math is my weakness.

That's the problem.

Problem?

That Mr. Doderer.

After my brother and sister
got married...

and moved out of the house...

the house was really empty.

So my parents rented a room
to Mr. Doderer, an actuary.

He could tutor Susanne.

A mathematician in the house.

Then we'd have to give him
a discount on the rent.

So what?

We need to make sure
Susie keeps up at school.

You say it like I was a bad student.

- That bit of math.
- Very important in life.

I'll talk with Mr. Doderer.
He's a solid individual.

That's how things started
with Mr. Doderer.

Please have a seat, Susanne.

Let's see how advanced you are.

My parents wanted
a mathematician...

and they drove me into his arms.

Of course,
I wanted to impress him too.

Is your room always this hot?

I can't stand it.

Let's start.

I played with him like
a cat plays with a mouse.

He focused on math,
and I wanted to get him.

I excited him so much
he almost fainted.

One day, with my parents gone...

the big moment came.

I knew when he usually
went into the bathroom.

It was easy.

Sorry.

Oh, it's you.
Come in, I'm almost done.

If you do my back,
I'll be done even faster.

He shouldn't have done that.

Now, I had to have him,
no matter what.

Yes?

Why did you leave?

Never heard of Susanne in the tub?

I expected him to throw me out,
to beat me.

Men are said to react like this
when they get too excited.

That was the first time I came.

And he had probably never
done it so often with a girl.

He was in a world ofhis own,
and I wanted more and more.

In short, I drifted off
into a world of my own too.

How embarrassing.

You_

You damned...

molester!

That was it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't it.

The father believed his innocent daughter
had been the victim of a molester.

He reported him to the police.

The accused lived with you
for over a year.

He must have known
you weren't 16 yet.

- Yes, but_
- But what?

You mean he didn't use force.

No, no force.

That's the nature of seduction.

Otherwise, it would be rape.

Let's say,
even if you hadn't done anything...

the charges would still be justified.

- Do you understand?
- No.

It's irrelevant anyway.

An important question:

Did the accused have
intercourse with you...

or was it oral or manual only?

Let me rephrase.

Did the accused insert his penis
into your vagina?

Yes.

I didn't hear you. Speak up.

Yes.

And justice was being done.

Rarents who wanted punishment
for an alleged injustice...

ended up causing an even bigger one.

"Anyone who has intercourse
with a minor...

shall be imprisoned for up to one year.

It does not matter whether
the behavior of the minor...

contributed to or furthered
the criminal actions or not."

Based on the evidence,
the facts are clear.

- Questions from the public prosecutor?
- No, thank you.

- The second prosecutor?
- No questions.

- Questions from the defense?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Susanne, did you have intercourse
with other men besides the accused?

I must interject.

Why are you torturing her like this?

She's only 15.

I'm aware of that.

But I asked the witness, not you.

You bastard!
That's slander.

- Quiet please.
- Well, Susanne?

A terribly awkward situation.
What can I do?

If I say no, he goes to jail.

If I say yes, my parents
will think I'm a whore.

Susanne, you're a witness.

You're too young to be sworn in.

Nevertheless, you must tell the truth.

If you don't tell the truth,
or if you conceal anything...

you'll face serious penalties.

Have you had intercourse
with other men?

- Yes.
- That's a lie.

Please, Mr. Liphold.

- How many?
- Three.

Besides the accused,
you slept with three men.

Yes.

Therefore, you admit...

that you had intercourse
with four different men...

including the accused.

- How often?
- You're going too far.

How can you ask these questions
with her parents present?

We are in court.

I did not bring the charges
against my client.

I'm here to defend him.

I must ask you to stop interrupting me.

- How often?
- I don't know.

- Give us an approximation.
- I didn't count.

Twice, three times?

Four times?

Or 20, 30 or 40 times?

- Yes, maybe 40 times.
- Oh, God.

I think that's all.

Section 182 of the Criminal Code states:

Anyone who has intercourse
with an innocent minor, etc.

According to her testimony...

there is no doubt that this girl...

is not an innocent minor
as indicated by the Criminal Code.

Therefore, the accused
must be acquitted.

I want their names.

Their names!

Tell me their names.

I'll put them all in jail.

Take it easy, Hermann.
Don't make yourself unhappy.

I've seen what results are achieved
by your upbringing.

There. You've created a whore
no one wants to touch.

I made a fool of myself
believing in my daughter's innocence.

And I have to pay the court fees.

But I'll show you.
I'll put you into reform school.

They'll teach you about morals!

I don't want to see you anymore.

Get out!

Go to your room.
Father will calm down.

Protecting her, eh?

Women!

She's left.

What if she hurts herself?

What whore hurts herself?

She's in the attic.

Susanne!

That's all I remember.

When I came to,
I was at the hospital.

My father has been very nice
to me since then.

The discrepancy between today's reality
and the outdated laws...

is of little interest to the courts.

With an almost perverse fervor...

the authorities investigate the sexual
behavior of girls between 14 and 16.

The consequences are neuroses
and other mental defects.

And they are far more detrimental
than any sexual contact at that age.

Do you think schoolgirls today
are worse than in the past?

Why worse?
We live in modern times.

No, certainly not.

Worse?
No, why should they be worse?

Because they have more freedom.

More freedom?
No, I don't think so.

They do the same as we did.

Do you think that
this freedom is worse?

It depends.

Freedom is not for everyone,
but it's good for most of them.

Times have changed,
and so have morals.

Even if they have
sexual encounters sooner...

they're still quite romantic.

And now for the last case
I'd like to present to you.

It was sent in
by Mr. Otto Langenbauer.

45 years old, married,
commercial clerk.

This case is a refreshing contrast
to the other cases we've seen here today.

It shows that not all parents
insist on outdated moral norms.

Rather, some are understanding
and use common sense.

It's the case of Barbara Martin.

There.

Now stay in bed and get some rest.

It's not serious.

You'll be well soon.

- Doctor, what's wrong with her?
- Just a case of nerves.

Nothing serious in her condition.

I don't get it.
Babsie and nerves?

Her condition? You mean_

Your daughter is pregnant.

Oh, God.

What will my husband say?

I can't breathe.
This happening to us?

In the past, kids were brats.

And today the brats are having kids.

Bad jokes won't help.

What are we going to do?

Don't patronize me.

I'm desperate.

Think of your liver.

Forget about my liver, Helga.

It's about our Barbara.

She's barely 18
and having a baby. Immoral.

- May I come in?
- You!

Paul.

This concerns me too.

What were you thinking?

Not much, I tell you.
Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened.

But that doesn't help now.

We have to get through this.

Get through this!

Get through this!

Would you be so kind as
to tell me who the father is?

- You don't know him.
- No?

At least you know him.

When are you going to get married?

Get married?
Daddy, that's impossible.

Horst is still in school,
and I haven't told him yet.

Great.

But you won't marry him?

A baby is no reason
to get married today.

We don't know
if we're right for each other.

You should have thought of that first.

No sense of responsibility.

But that's today's youth.

The youth are always today's youth.

Have you forgotten?

Cut that out.

Now's not the time.

What about school?

They'll expel you.

And you can forget about
going to college.

Horrible.

The school won't make any trouble.

They're not as harsh as they were
just because you're expecting a child.

Good God, expecting a child.

And you say it
like it didn't mean a thing.

It's already happened.
I can't change it.

As for Horst and I,
the future will tell.

The future?

That's outrageous.

I'm barely 40, and you're making
a grandfather out of me.

Can't you take pills
if you have to fuck_

But Paul!

Sorry.

- When are you due?
- In seven months.

Seven months. Terrible!

Don't think I'll be your babysitter.

I think she wants to drink.

She's already had
more than enough.

- She's taking after your father.
- Thank God for that.

I think I need a drink now.

They're beautiful.

- This is Horst.
- The father of the child.

Horst Heinmann, yes.

We've met before.

As for us,
we never should have met.

Paul.
Don't start that again.

- Do you want a little drink?
- Sure, make it a double.

Here you go.

By the way, many thanks.

I had the birth entered
into your family register.

- And acknowledged paternity.
- Yes, that too.

I had a look at your register.

So?

You have no reason to complain
about Barbara and me.

Barbara was born a year
before you were married.

Well, you don't have
to do everything I did.

Cheers.

Does that mean_

Yes, Babsie.

Many things you think you've invented
already existed long before.

Just ask Daddy.

Hush, she's sleeping.

- I'm lost in biology.
- Have Babsie explain it to you.

She's lost herself.

- Hi, guys.
- Hi.

- How's your baby?
- I wish I were in her shoes.

At least she doesn't have to
go to school like her mother.

- That's right.
- Are your parents okay now?

I think they were never really mad.
They're reasonable.

If this had happened to me,
my father would've killed me.

My father too.

Nonsense. Parents aren't
as bad as they seem sometimes.

I don't know.
There's all kinds.

The schoolgirls of today.
They're realistic and romantic.

They want a new objectivity...

and call themselves
the Generation of Hot Hearts.

Are they bad, or is it ourselves
who make them seem bad?

What their parents
don't think is possible...

may simply be
what they don't want to see...

or what they can't see.