All language subtitles for Schoolgirl Report Volume #12 (1978)

Schoolgirl Report
Part 12

"if Mom Only Knew"

Adapted from the book with
the same title by Gunther Hunold

Starring many uncredited
adolescents and parents

So when I see
our letters to the editor,

all I can say is that our school
newspaper is a complete success.

- I would have never thought.
- It was a great idea.

"Total woman
or loss of femininity?"

Well, what I've presorted here
is great.

We can't issue this many editions
to print them all.

That's what I've always said.

"In today's world, can a girl
still be called a girl?"

No!

Hang on. "They behave
like garden hoses."

What?

"Just look at how they walk,
how they speak, how they laugh."

That was written by a guy, for sure.

- Wrong, a girl.
- There you are!

But it's amazing how many letters
came from guys, too.

Maybe each of us should take
a stack and present it.

Okay, I'll start.

Hello, Helmut!

Anne, how nice
that you're picking me up.

I'm so glad that you're back!

And that nothing happened to you!

What should have happened to me?
Go on, get in.

So, off we go.

It's hard to say
when the story actually starts.

My brother was already 15
when I was born.

I never knew my mother.
She died when I was born.

That's why my dad hated me.

Of course he never showed it,
but I could feel it.

Only my brother was always
there for me.

That's why I loved him
even as an infant.

When I was 12, my father died.

He left my brother and me
quite a lot of money

and this house here.

Hello.

And lbeth, our housekeeper,
was like a mother to me.

She got the name lbeth from me

because, as a toddler,
I couldn't say Elisabeth.

So it stayed lbeth.

My brother became a flight captain.

When he was in his 30s,
he fell in a love with a stewardess

and married her.

The marriage went awry
and they divorced after one year.

It never interested me
whose fault it was.

I was always on my brother's side.

My life progressed in a rather
quiet and well-ordered way

except for the fear for my brother
when he had to fly.

When he was by me again,
Hound it wonderful and was happy.

I'm almost done, Helmut.

I just wanted to wash my hands.

You can. It doesn't bother me.

Has anyone ever actually told you
how beautiful you are?

But of course.
Several already.

And also what a nice body you have?

I'm sure you'd like to know.

Hand me the towel.

Really, Anne,
you're very beautiful.

My brother saw me naked
often enough,

as a child,
and, of course, later on.

But he never looked at me
like that before.

And I suddenly realized
that I'd never seen him naked.

Anyway, not while being aware of it.

I began to feel strange.

The vacation was ending.

My brother took a brief
week-long vacation, just for me.

The day before school started again,
he invited me to dinner.

What is it, kid,
do you want dessert?

I'm about to burst.

I can't be responsible for scaring
all these people with a pop.

Nah, I could careless
about the people.

What do you think, kid...?

What's wrong, Helmut?

Oh, gosh.

Hello, Winnie.
How are you?

My, what a coincidence.
My divorcé.

And this young lady
seems to be your sister.

Yes, this is Anne.

Amazing how you've developed.

How's school?

Thanks.

And this is Captain Sterling
from the American competition.

Which, for that matter, is not bad.

Hello.

Hello.

We don't want to disturb you.

Nice to see you again.

How long has it been
since you got rid of me?

Next Wednesday will be
one year and 35 days.

Maybe.

You're very well-informed
about your brother.

Good-bye.

- Shall we sit here?
- Okay.

If only we hadn't gone
to that damn restaurant that night.

I felt really sorry for my brother.

Apparently he still loved
that tactless bitch.

Would you mind if we go now?

On the contrary.
I'd like to go.

Let's go, then.

- Good night.
- Good-bye.

Well, then, good night.

Good night.

- Anne.
- Yes, Helmut?

It was a little unsuccessful tonight,
sorry.

But I couldn't foresee it.

Oh, it doesn't matter.
It wasn't your fault.

You're sweet, kid.

Good night.

Good night.

But Anne...

Kid...

What's come over you?

When I look at myself like this,
I can actually feel happy with myself.

For a schoolgirl,
I already look like a real woman.

If I think that Helmut lay in bed
with Winnie,

I feel sick.

How could he even marry her?

Amazing how you've developed.

What all can become
of a little school girl.

Stop, Helmut!

And this is Captain Sterling
from the American competition.

Which, for that matter, is not bad.

Not bad.

Not bad.

I always saw those two
in front of me.

I felt a strange excitement
that I couldn't get rid of.

I almost became scared
of my own desires.

Hey, kid.
You can't sleep either?

- I always think of Winnie.
- Of Winnie?

- May I?
- Of course.

Why do you always think of Winnie?

Did you love her a lot?

That's over.

How can it be over
if you really loved her?

I hope that you never have
any bad experiences.

Do you love me, Helmut?

Of course I love you, little sister.

And I always will.

And why do you always love me?

The questions you ask.

Because you're my little sister,
that's why.

That's something different than...

Than what?

Than the love for a woman.

Aren't I a woman?

And what a woman you are!

And a damn appealing one.

Then why can't you love me like --

like a woman?!

Say, do you even know
what you're saying?

Yes.

Are you crazy?

Crazy about you, Helmut.

You said I had a nice body.

And you said I was damn appealing.

And you said you love me.

Then love me!

I'm not a pig.

Why do you say you're a pig
if you love me.

I'm not dirty.

As long as I've been able
to think and feel,

I've been in love with you, Helmut.

Stop, now, Anne.

This is insanity.

No, please, Helmut, stay.

Don't send me away.

Go now, Anne.
Go to sleep.

Helmut, forgive me.

I couldn't help it.
I love you so much.

Well, I have to go to school now.

My, I can't remember you ever
going to school so cheerfully.

And right after a vacation?

Yeah, well, sometimes
even miracles happen.

What's with the child, Helmut?
Do you know?

Maybe...
Maybe she's in love.

What? With who, though?

I would know about it.

I have to go to Frankfurt today,
lvette,

to fill in for a colleague.

I'll take the car.

If you tell Anne this afternoon,
that's soon enough.

Hello, ladies.

I hope you had a nice vacation.

Yeah, thanks!

- Wonderful!
- Yes.

For our first reading material,
we'll go over Manfred by Lord Byron.

Please get the English text.

What do you know about Byron?

He's the greatest English poet
of Romanticism.

Yes, correct.

And what else?

Didn't he die in the Greek War
of Independence?

Yes, in Missolonghi. Correct.

Great, I've gotten two replies.
Does anyone else know anything?

I once read a novel about him.

He had an affair with his own sister,

and she even had his child.

Her name was Allegra.

Well, no one knows for sure.

It's been said.

Come in.

Excuse me, Professor,

but Anne Walters should immediately
go to the Principal's office.

Well, Anne,
what have you been up to?

Go ahead.

Lord Byron was a contemporary
of Heinrich von Kleist.

Anne...

A police officer just brought
some terrible news.

Helmut was in a bad accident
on the freeway to Frankfurt.

He's dead.

He had an affair with his own sister,

and she even had his child.

She even had his child.

She even had his child.

Poor girl.

But I think we should pick the story.

- Ag reed?
'Okay, yeah.

Okay, then I'll continue.

So, now, pay attention.

Here is a girl named Barbara
writing about a terrific school trip.

I'm already annoyed.

Every autumn,
to begin the new school year,

the classic school outing is due.

I, myself, was due as well.

Completely overdue, in fact.

AH that happened then...
I can only laugh about it today.

In nature, all weak creatures die.

Of course, not a soul was listening

to what our biology teacher,
Dr. Filbich, was rambling on about.

Are you coming, Barbara?

Where?

Let's see if we can find a beer.
And I wouldn't mind a smoke.

Any why do you need me there?

Oh, the questions you ask!

Don't be cold.
Just come along.

In the wild, he wouldn't be able
to survive one week.

And what about procreation?

In wild nature, I mean.

You know, humankind,
like any other creature,

is controlled by two strong urges --

the urge to eat
and the urge to procreate.

That's why the poets say
first comes feeding, then morals.

Well, the urge for procreation
in humans always works.

Even in nature,
if that's what you mean.

In humans, the rigorous principles
governing breeding

don't function anymore,

thus, more and more negative traits
are accumulated.

Finally, humankind will only be able
to live under a cheese dome.

It stinks here.

And that's why there's so much
stinking nonsense.

I won't tolerate this inept nonsense!

You don't have to take it
so seriously, Professor.

Look how appropriately
the creatures of the great outdoors

are constructed.

Yes, and built so daintily!

There's no one here.

Yeah, so?

Were you expecting something else?

Thankfully, no.
Come on.

No, no.
It feels good, huh?

Just feel me down here.
You can't torture me like that.

Don't make such a fuss!

Oh, man, stop!

Has your fuse blown out?

Stop that, you idiot!

Don't rip my panties, otherwise
I'll smack your face with them!

Stupid goose!

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
break-time.

We're near the Forester's Lodge.

All right, then, in one hour
we'll gather here again

in front of the Forester's Lodge.

But no one better leave!

Come on.

Come on, guys, let's play Skat.

Hey, you had disappeared
with Barbara.

Did she send you packing?

Leave me alone
about these stupid geese!

Now you know the value
of your friends.

Stop with that stupid chatter.

So, are we playing or not?

- So, who's dealing?
- The one who asks stupidly.

A chamomile tea, please.

Barbara, Rosie, come quick!
I have to show you something!

You've never seen
anything like it before!

Let's go! Come on!
Hurry, get up!

- Calm down!
- What's going on?

Let's go! Come on!

- Okay, fine, we won't argue!
- Let's go!

In there.

- In there?
- Yes.

- What's in there?
- You'll be amazed.

Go on, crawl inside!

Boy, is it gloomy in here.

Be quiet.

Oh, damn, my pants.

Wow, how nice.

If I didn't know
that they were screwing,

I'd say they're wrestling.

- Yeah, freestyle.
- Yeah.

What's she doing now?

Now, she's diving.

What is she looking for down there?

- Well, what is she looking for?
- Hopefully she finds it.

Man, he'll break her back!

Wow, she'd get an "A"
in our floor exercise class.

Awesome.

Great.

WOW, Olympic-ready!

Great.

What now?

Dr. Filbich would say
that's how the boars do it.

Oh, it's so good.

Gosh!

Well, have you seen
anything like this before?

No, and never had
in my hands either.

Here comes the big climbing tour.

Gosh, just look!

With her thick ass,
he can barely get her up.

Now he's got her!

What's he doing now?

I don't know it either.

Yes.

Damn! My mind can't take it!

My body neither!

And it's already the second time
that they're doing it.

No way!

Well, like I said,
they're at it like rabbits.

I can't anymore.
Come, already!

Soon!

Gosh, is he good.

He's great.

Where are you coming from, Babsy?

Crawl through there,
you'll get something to see.

You'll easily forgo the TV for a year!

Come on.

Now, drop your pants.

- Hey, Heiner, come with me.
- What's going on?

I have to tell you something.
Hurry up!

- Can't it wait till later?
- No, later is too late.

Can you please fill in for Heiner
for a moment?

What is it?

I can't tell you here.

Where are you even dragging me?

Up there.

What's up there?

Just come up.

Hey, Heiner, do you still feel
the same as before?

What do you mean?

Well, you know.

Is nothing bothering you there
anymore?

What's suddenly gotten into you?

My gosh, you can ask
stupid questions.

Just kiss me, finally!

Finally, you twit.

Hurry, to the Forester's Lodge!

Let's grab the boys!

What do you mean, "grab"?

We'll show them how it's done!

You're not badly-built either.

What did you think?

How come you can even assess
something like that?

From art!

There are a lot of naked men.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

- Come on! Out with all of you!
- What's going on?

Did you get some itching powder?

Where in the world
are those dear kids going?

Surely nobody will see us up there.

Well, then, let's climb up.
Ladies first.

Come on.

The hay is a little moist.

The smart woman plans ahead.

- My raincoat.
- Great.

- Not like that.
- Then how?

We're all alone here.

You see?

What a great little place.

No one will bother us here.

Whoosh, whoosh, in the bush!

The break is almost over.

Where is the group?

- It's almost eerie.
- They're fine, right?

Stop sign?

I'll easily break through.

Break through?
You know it's a one-way street.

I'll risk it.

But careful
that you don't get a flat tire.

Oh, there's a piece of straw
between us!

What do you mean,
"a piece of straw"? That's him.

Oh, your piece of straw,
he's becoming as rigid as a board.

Let's put the glasses away.

There.

You're well-built.

What a tree trunk.

Yes.

Rolf, are you feeling something?

Somethings coming in motion.

One stroke, two strokes,
three strok--

Ouch! Now he's broken off!

Have a look. Maybe the other
half is stuck inside of you.

This is unbelievable!
Already 15 minutes late!

Instructor! Instructor!

Did you see
how the majority of them

disappeared back there
in the shrubs?

- In the shrubs?
- Yes!

Maybe they're hiding there.

- Well, then, lead me there!
- Yes! Yes!

We'll spoil it for them!

There it is.
That's where they all crawled in.

- Yes, then show it to me.
- Yes, yes.

It's probably better if you go first.

Yes, of course.

My glasses! My glasses!

Where are my glasses?

Oh, yes.

My glasses...

What's going on over there actually?

- Nice.
- Oh, I can't anymore.

Just come, finally.
I have to go to a piano lesson.

Marianne!

- My father!
- Run!

Who? What?

Marianne, my pants, my pants!

I forgot them!

Moron.

My own daughter.

And she told me she's going
to a piano lesson.

I can't see it,

but I don't think anyone
played the piano here, Instructor.

Excuse me, up there!

UP there?

- Well, what's up there?
- Why, you shameful...!

I don't even know what there is
to laugh about.

It's understandable
that I want to see something, too.

Excuse me, Instructor,
I have to look for my glasses.

Yes, go ahead.

Well, that story
was really exasperating.

I thought it was funny.

I suggest we first see
what else we have.

Hey, here writes a certain Gaby

about how she, as a foolish
schoolgirl, got taken by a doctor.

What, by a doctor?

The story starts with Gaby,

who was getting horrible migraines
lately

every time
a Latin test was due

and couldn't attend class.

Oh, Mom, do I have to?

Since yesterday,
I don't feel anything anymore.

The migraines are as good as gone.

Yes, Gaby, you have to.

First of all, you have to be
thoroughly examined,

even if you momentarily
don't have any pain.

And secondly, I've already made
an appointment for you this afternoon

with Dr. Meisentopf.

- But...
- Here we are now.

It's embarrassing.

Who knows
what kind of brute doctor this is?

I don't know Dr. Meisentopf
personally,

but my bridge friends all go to him.

You don't have to be scared.

He's supposed to be
an excellent doctor.

What Sylvie, Gaby's charming
mother had blocked out,

was the date
of the examination appointment.

It was for Thursday,

and, well, today was Wednesday.

Thus, the office was closed,

and the only person there,
in any case, was not Dr. Meisentopf,

but rather the plumber,
Herbert Ballermann.

Well, evidently the young man
liked himself.

It had always been his dream
to be a doctor,

but, unfortunately, it didn't happen.

In any case, he looked good,

and with the stethoscope,

he was hardly distinguishable
from a real doctor.

Now he imagined his first patient.

What could be wrong with her?

Of course, a luscious 17-year-old
that he thoroughly examines --

the breasts,

and even the most intimate areas.

From the front to the back...

...and from top to bottom,

that superb bottom.

No one's there.
Let's go.

There, you see?
Come on.

Hello? Doctor?

Why is nobody here?

Hello, Doctor.

This is Dr. Meisentopf,

and you certainly don't have to be
scared of him.

Of me?

You see how foolish girls can be,
Doctor?

You don't have to be scared.

You see? What did I say?

Well, Madame,
I think there is a mistake here.

Yes, Doctor, I know
we're a little too early.

- I apologize.
- That doesn't matter at all.

It's just that today is Wednesday

and the office is closed
on Wednesday afternoons.

Oh, that's awful.

But that must have been
an oversight by your receptionist.

We were expressly
given an appointment.

Well, where is she?

Why, where is she?

Where is she?

You see yourself, she's not here.

And without a receptionist,

I can't have consultation hours,
naturally.

Not even if we beg you,
dear Doctor?

Yes, but I urgently need to clear
an acute case of constipation.

But, Doctor,
just a small examination.

You were so well-recommended to us.

I'm sure it's just a small thing
with Gaby.

Ah, always these cases
of constipation!

Almost done! Just a moment.

Constipation!
Doctor, you said it!

Maybe that's what's causing
Gaby's perpetual migraines.

Please, just take a closer look
at Gaby.

Thank you so much, Doctor.

- Yes, but I must ask you...
- Of course, Doctor.

I'll wait outside, naturally.

The little one has to learn
to be independent.

Yes.

Ouch!

And Gaby,
trust the doctor completely,

and do everything
that he deems right, okay?

Yes, but please leave us alone now.

So, migraines.

Yes, Doctor.

Let's drop the silly titles.

We're all just people.

Just call me Herbert.

And how do the migraines
express themselves?

In my head, of course.
That's where it hurts.

And altogether an awful feeling
before tests.

I think it comes
from the stress at school.

I don't think so entirely.

You know, with such young girls,

it's often because they wear bras
that are far too tight.

But I don't wear any bras.
Definitely not.

Indeed, it can't be because of that.

Doctor, I can see
how one can make a mistake.

My friend Fritz said that rubbing
nipples is foreplay to humping,

and now I see that it's part
of medical examinations.

Yes...

Does it hurt?

No, on the contrary.

Very normal reflexes.

You think so?

And how.

I fear we won't get any further
like this.

I think we have to take things
a little deeper...

I don't have any migraines
down there, Doctor.

Undress.

I want to see.

Open your mouth.

Turn around.

It tickles.

Now, keep nice and still.

I have to insert this slowly.

Do you feel anything?

Is it getting hot?

Turn around.

Now let's measure in the front.

Girls are most vulnerable here.

My temperature has never
been taken down there.

Well, that's my method.

150 degrees! That's a case
for the fire department.

- I'll extinguish it myself.
-150...

And now keep very still.

I have to feel everywhere here.

Be brave, dear Gaby.
Keep nice and still.

The doctor just wants
the best for you.

Don't worry, Madame.

Gaby's not scared at all anymore.

Well, thank God.

Wait, the heart is on the other side.

I'm following a very specific theory.

Do you know the Ballermann Effect?

No, what is that?

I'll show you.

Is that necessary?

Yes, otherwise you won't get
to the problem.

So this...

In professional jargon, this is
what we call the "Bermuda Triangle".

Oh, yes, where so much
gets engulfed.

Do you feel something?

Oh, that's nice.
Is that the Ballermann Effect?

No, this is just the effect.

I'll show you the Ballermann now.

So there he is.

That's the Ballermann.

There you are.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Is plumber done with his work?

How should I know?

You can never rely on workmen
these days.

I expected more from you, too,

than you just sitting around here
and reading.

Excuse me, what else should I do?

Well, for goodness' sake,
aren't you the cleaning lady?

Cleaning lady?

Do I look like a cleaning lady?

Nowadays, cleaning ladies all look...
like you.

Well, I've never been told
that before.

Who are you even?

Meisentopf.

Oh, then you must be the father!

Your son is presently
treating my daughter.

Well, then...

Yes...

Now, let's see...

Wait!

You know, the child is so sensitive.

But your son does it superbly!

He's a fabulous expert
of human nature.

My son is 11 years old.

What are you talking about?

You're joking.

I never joke!

But will you tell me
what's going on here?

But...

Isn't your son Dr. Meisentopf?

I already said that my son
is 11 years old.

I'm Dr. Meisentopf.

For Chrissake,

then, who's he?

Who, "he"?

The man inside
that's treating my daughter.

We're just about to find out.

Mom! Imagine,
I'm completely healthy.

One can see that
without an examination!

What took place here?

May I introduce myself?
My name is Herbert Ballermann,

pipe installer of all types --
the Ballermann Method.

And you dare examine my daughter?

Well, you asked me to yourself!

You begged me, even!

I can't believe it!

Gaby, my child.

Did he do anything to you?

Only good things, Mom.

He treated me
with the Ballermann Method.

Oh, that, too!

Well, help me, dear colleague.

Of course.

Now, get lost
and leave me alone with the lady.

Come on.

Mom, say something.
What's wrong with you?

I wish I had a Ballermann, too.

Now I wonder if he's also using
the Ballermann Method.

I think so.

Exit

Well, if you ask me, I think
the Ballermann therapy is great.

But no one's asking you.

I think you'll be kicked out,
after all.

So, the next letter, Sandra.

This is from a girl named Etta.

What handwriting! Not even
a pharmacist could read it.

When you hear my story,
you'll think,

"She's dreaming up something.
That's impossible."

I swear it's possible.

Excellent, Etta.

Really outstanding.

You have a first-rate
mathematical talent.

I have to confess that I, myself,
had trouble finding the answer.

Compliments.

Please take out a piece of paper
and write...

You heard it,
I have a first-rate talent.

And my name is Etta.

I won't tell you my last name.

As far as I'm concerned,
call me Huber or Muller or Meyer.

What difference does it make?

I'm 17 years old.

Sometimes I think I'm 70.

Why?

For that, you'll have to know
a few things.

Let's say you come home from school
in the afternoon,

and instead of a warm meal,
you find this...

Don't look so stupidly.

Get lost!

That's my mother.

I don't know who the man is.

It doesn't make a difference.
It's always a different one.

When I see something like that,
I masturbate like crazy.

I always think of men and humping.

Am I a nymphomaniac
or just insanely horny?

My entire family is sick,

but that's not my fault.

My father is already in rehab
for the third time.

Because he's a public official,
the government pays for the clinic.

Before, it was called
a mental institution for drunkards.

He started boozing
when my oldest brother died.

That was five years ago.

I still see it like it was today.

I came home from playing outside.

I had just turned 12.

My brother was highly gifted
musically.

At 14, he was already composing.

No one knows why he hung himself.

That's when my father
started drinking.

He is, or actually, one must say,
he was part of an orchestra.

Violin in the city orchestra.

That's Paul.

He came to my class one year ago

because he flunked
for the second time already.

Filthy rich parents, divorced.

Paul has his own apartment
that his father finances.

Moreover, he's a motorcycle fan.

Before long, he invited me out
for a drive.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

I had absolutely nothing against it.

You're not a virgin anymore.

Did you expect it?

No.

But I was actually still a virgin.

He couldn't know
that I pierced through my hymen

while masturbating
with a beer bottle.

I can still remember how I bled once.

Paul's place was a real hump-pad.

From then on, we were together
as often as he wanted,

or, should I say, could.

In any case, soon he wasn't
enough for me anymore.

I did it as often
as I had the chance.

When I was working
on my homework,

I never succeeded
in concentrating for long.

It frequently took over me,

whether I wanted to or not.

I had to do it, again and again.

I was just powerless.

I thought about it so intensely

that I imagined the craziest things
while screwing.

Mentally, I was disgusted
by these perverse dreams.

Come!

Just come! Come!

Here we go!

Bravo!

I had no sense of shame anymore.

It was all the same to me.

I would have pulled
anyone's pants down,

just as long as it was a man.

Yes, now! Yes.

Come.

Yes.

Yes.

What's with you?

For Chrissake, Etta,
what's wrong?

You're very pale in the face.

Yes, I don't feel well.

Excuse me, may I go out?
I'll be right back.

It's best you go home.

You won't miss anything today.

Thank you.

What's wrong with you?

She didn't take the pill.

Quiet, please!

Please, quiet!

It was Adi who gave me that trash.

Adi is an employee
in a scrap-processing company.

Hold on.

I hid the stuff in there.
One has to be careful.

Do you feel something yet?

It feels like Christmas and Easter
together, right?

How do you think it'll feel to fuck?

The damn stuff worked indeed.

It felt so great as never before.

It was insane.

I have a bunch of acquaintances
who have a lot of money.

And the drugs have to be paid for.

I think the two of us
will work well together.

From then on,
I was addicted to the stuff.

Of course, it cost money.

Drugs are expensive.

Well, all right.

If I did it for free before,
now I take money for it.

Paul organized it.

He's good at that.

Soon his apartment became
an exclusive, private brothel.

He made good money with it.

There are enough schoolgirls
that unfortunately fall into it

and can't free themselves
of this vicious cycle.

They need help.

I know that it can't go well with me
much longer.

But I don't give a damn anymore.

Maybe one day I'll do it
like my brother did.

Anonymous.

Too bad. The girl doesn't want
to openly let herself be helped.

But we'll most certainly
take the letter.

All right.

Then I'm next.

But I'm giving a fair warning --
afterwards I have to go.

Me too.

Well, then, let's just
close up shop now.

Now, don't get mad, Ulrike.

I have to go, too.

All right.

But we'll stop afterwards.

We'll listen to this piece, okay?

Okay, go ahead, Fritz.

Don't make such a face, Ottokar.

If I could make faces,
you'd both have other ones.

Ouch, that hurts.

Don't get cheeky!

I didn't say anything!

You said, "Ouch!"

Leave the child alone.

Dina can't help it that
our exchange student didn't come.

Typical French girls
are so unreliable!

How do you know that?

You see it yourself.

She writes us a letter
with the train arrival time,

then she doesn't come.

Everything is so-so with them,
“comme ci, comme ca,“

"Bonjour, tristesse."

Look over there.

Oh, excuse me.
Balloon.

I'm right?

What is he?

He's "Right", he says.

Balloon, the symbol of recognition,
the Kubler Family,

the exchange.

Hello, Mr. Kubler.

Yeah, yeah.

- Hello, Mademoiselle.
- My name is Dina.

Oh, Mademoiselle.
ls Mademoiselle's sister Dina?

Oh, but no, no, no, no.
I'm the mother, Monsieur.

A wonder!

Tell me, Mr. Right,
what is it that you want from us?

I'm Niki Beyard.

You?

How so? We were expecting
a young lady.

Oh, no, I'm Niki Beyard.

My passport.

And you always alert me
when I speak French

because I only should speak German.

Yes, of course.

Tell me, how did you get here?

Oh, I hitchhiked here.
It was cheaper.

I sent a telegram.

We didn't get that.

This is all a misunderstanding.

- But Beyard is right, Ottokar.
- Yes, yes, I know.

Excuse me for a moment, please.

Do you think I'll let a young
Frenchman live in my house?

Wall-to-wall
with my 17-year-old daughter?

And with a connecting passage?

But we can push a cabinet
in front of it.

As if that would be any good.

I was young once, too.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

You were younger, too, once.

The man has to take
the next train back. That's it!

That's absolutely out of the question!

What would he think of us?

I don't care!

But we can offer him a cup of coffee.

That's the least that we owe him.

- Please, sir.
- Yes, Madame.

Of course Niki stayed with us.

It wasn't easy, but my mother
was on my side from the beginning,

and my father was powerless
against that.

But he grumbled a lot.

For him, every French man
was like a lecher.

Ottokar, help out, too.

Oh, I am.

Well, not the youngest anymore, huh?

Gosh, is he well-built.

He's so cute.

He could be dangerous for me.

If he'll be my first?

He looks so kind.

I could imagine it would be
really nice with him.

Niki, why don't you caress me?

Oh, Niki!

Why do I always think of you?

And the guy is really that great?

Yes, that great!
But he only thinks of sports.

Sports? Me too.

I know your sports.

I'm gonna take a look at your guy.

A Frenchman?
That's missing from my collection.

He's really great.
I'm going to borrow him.

No way! This is my territory!

Well, then, you haven't heard
of a free market economy.

First come, first served.

My, how she's pouncing,
our good Betty.

It's great how you do that, Niki.
What are you training for, actually?

For a competition on the 17th.
Until then, I only know training.

And after that?

After that, I have to train
for the next competition.

You absolutely have to visit me

and tell me
all about your competitions!

Yes, I gladly will,
but now, I have to be excused.

I have to take my pulse.
Excuse me!

What a guy!

Just watch out that you don't
break anything on him.

Exactly. Competitive sportsmen
are so sensitive.

You're just consumed with envy.

Envy?

Excuse me while I giggle.

When I want one,
I just have to beckon with my pinky.

Who's banging there?

But Ottokar!

There's no banging in my house!

Unfortunately.

What's going on?

Where is the banging?

Not here.
In the next room.

What is it?

Would you like to photograph me
like this for the family album?

Cover yourself up!

Why, in my time...

He's always jumping around alone
in the next room.

He should jump around here
with me!

Idiot.

1...

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2, 3, 4...

No, Niki.

Keep yourself together.

Abstinence.

Abstinence.

1, 2, 3, 4...

What a damn stupid guy!

I really didn't know
what I was doing wrong.

I couldn't get one step further
with Niki.

I was head over heels
in love with him.

- Hello, Niki.
- Hello, Betty.

Let's go.

Of course it was mean of me
to spy on Niki,

but I had to warn him
of the dangers

that he would have otherwise
run into.

Betty, the beast!

Just wait!

Come on.

The sauna is the best for athletes.

Go on, undress.

Yeah.

Niki, open my zipper.

Thank you.

I always say that afterwards
one feels newly born.

Don't you think so, too, Niki?

Oh, yeah, I do.

Let's go.

Come on.

You'll see, Niki.

Sweating will do you good,
most certainly.

Gee, what a coincidence!

Hi, there.
Do you have a seat open?

You skunk.

Won't you let me a have
a little spot in the sun, too?

Get lost.

I wouldn't even think of it.

Hey.

What a surprise!

- Hello, friends.
- Hey.

Why are you making
such sour faces?

Hello, Niki.
You're here, too.

Damn!

I could do what I pleased,
but I couldn't get closer to Niki.

But I had the impression
that he liked me.

Was it because
of the damn training?

Oh, what a shame!

Tuesday I have to go back --
training camp for the competition.

Then back to Paris.

Training camp?
Oh, that's important.

I'm very sad.

Oh, that's too bad.

It was so nice here with you all.

That was mental cruelty.

Now something had to happen.

I didn't know what yet,

but I was ready for anything.

When Niki leaves, it's all over,

and I like him so much.

I absolutely have to keep him here.

I already have a plan.

Niki.

Dina.

What are you doing here?

I was just sleeping a little bit.

I mean, in bed.

It was so cold by me.

With this weather?

That's why.

I can go.

No, no, no. Cover yourself up again,
otherwise...

Otherwise what?

Dina, I think you're my ruin.

What do you want from me?

Are you a Frenchman, or not?

Yes, yes, but I don't understand

what German girls always expect
from a Frenchman.

Every person has his preconceptions.

Which preconceptions?

Come here.

Closer.

Even closer.

I think I love you.

I think I love you, too.

And why haven't you told me before?

Or shown me?

But there's the competition
and half a year of training for it.

I know something that's better
than your competition.

Not here.
That's unfair.

Unfair?

I have a completely different opinion.

This is it.

How do you say...

I can't restrain myself anymore.

If I didn't know that Niki
was training,

I'd think something else.

Finally.

You're so tender, Niki.

I love you.

Of course, Niki skipped
the competition

and stayed with us.

The remaining days
were very enjoyable.

My French knowledge
increased considerably.

My teachers were very pleased.

Next year, I'm spending my vacation
in Paris.

Well, and what the future holds,
we will see.

Yes, yes.
Our modern-day schoolgirls.

Often attacked
and not understood,

they're no better and no worse
than the schoolgirls from before.

They're a part of our youth

and are growing up with a freer
and more modern attitude

towards love and sex.

Women will fill out
their role in society

just as their mothers did
before them.