All language subtitles for Schoolgirl Report, Part 6 (1973) eng

For the last two years. we've kept you informed...

about the problems of schoolgirls today.

We wanted you to understand the sexuality of young people.

We have received a flood of new information...

prompting us to continue with the Schoolgirl Report.

SCHOOLGI RL REPORT: PART 6 WHAT PARENTS WOULD GLADLY HUSH UP

Based on the book by Günther Hunold

With an epilogue by Kurt Seelmann Former Director, City Youth Office of Munich

Starring many anonymous youths and parents

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A classroom.

It is 1.1 5.

School is over.
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Achim and Sybille have a date...

like every day for the last two weeks.

- I've been waiting for you. - Me too.

What if someone comes?

Don't worry, Sybille. They've all left.

You're so sweet.

So are you.

Know what I've been thinking?

I've been thinking about introducing you to my parents.

At 1 7, it's all right to have a girlfriend.

They'll toss us out.

Then we'll do what the couple in the newspaper did last week...

go to the woods and take poison.

- I love you so much. - I love you too.

You're so caring, so sweet.

It should always be like this.

Come to me.

Will you be true to me?

I don't notice other girls anymore.

You're so big today. That really gets me going.

Me too.

You're so sweet.

If you like, I could do it again.

Me too.

But we'll take more time.

You're a bad boy.

I love you.

I love being with you.

It's so big again.

My dear parents' council and colleagues.

Mr. Bader has some troubling news.

Ladies and gentlemen...

you may already know.

I'm talking about the scandalous situation...

that forced me to file a report.

Forced? That's exaggerating things a bit.

You could have tiptoed out of the room.

That would have been another solution.

Mr. Burkhard, I hold you in high esteem...

but any irregularity at school must be reported.

Quite right.

We can't tolerate such behavior.

Terrible things. It makes you want to pull your kid out of school.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided to take unusual measures.

We've asked both students here to explain themselves in person.

Please bring them in.

- I can't wait to hear it. - They'll just lie to us.

Those are biases. I don't know if that's appropriate at this time.

Come in.

- Hello. - Hello.

Ms. Sänger, Mr. Bornemann. You know what this is about.

What do you have to say for yourselves?

Headmaster, first, I'd like to know why we're here.

Because we loved each other, or because we were caught?

- Quite fresh, the young man. - Your question is beside the point.

You had sexual intercourse and were caught.

If the administration tolerated that, it would be guilty of procuring.

Then just expel us and everything will be all right.

- Don't be so shameless. - Impertinent, too.

Morality and decency are foreign concepts to you, eh?

Morality and decency? Everyone has different ideas about that.

It's absurd that we should have to defend ourselves...

for something that all of you do every single day...

in your so-called marital beds, or wherever you like.

Bornemann, you forget where you are!

No, I don't.

But if you summon us merely to expose us...

then you must also accept that we'll defend ourselves.

Do you know what goes on in your school?

Have you ever sat in the benches when films are shown?

We can now trace the stages ofhuman evolution with precision.

Basically. there are three periods.

the wild. the barbarian and the civilized.

The wild and barbarian periods are each subdivided into three stages.

The origin ofhumanity is in tropical and subtropical forests...

Such a sweet pussy.

Will I get some of it?

It is probable that during the wild period a great number still lived in trees.

It is disputed whether they lived in groups...

but all have asserted...

that sexual intercourse was wild and promiscuous.

The first major event may have been the development oflanguage.

Do you like it like that?

Spread them.

They learned to use fire...

to erect stonework. and employ weapons.

During this time. begins the use of roots. tubers. muscles and fish.

Harder.

Clothing is woven.

The first primitive dug-outs cut across rivers.

Stay.

The first forms of common property are found.

Sexuality comes into the barbarian period...

with unstable partners.

Polygamy. or the custom ofhaving several wives. is common.

Be careful about the claims you make.

I admit, it doesn't happen all the time.

But that's just how it happened.

No wonder kids bring bad behavior home.

Just imagine, teachers covering up sex games.

You've stirred up a hornet's nest.

But you're wrong.

Sybille and I are not bad students.

But the atmosphere in the classroom is sexually charged, that's no secret.

Or have you forgotten about the case of Ms. Lensing?

- That's enough! - No, let him talk.

More debauchery?

It's hardly been three months...

but it was covered up because it also involved teachers.

- Was that here? - No idea.

Was it at our school?

That girl was in our class. She's still here. Ingrid.

I've always been a loner.

The boys and girls in my class were too stupid for me.

I told them to leave me alone whenever they talked about sex.

But I shouldn't have. I haven't had a quiet moment since then.

Picasso here.

- Your power is impressive. - Looks like that of a giant.

- Done. - Let's see.

Like the one from Monday.

Say, is that a drill for the subway?

Coming through.

Here. Whet your appetite and tell us what you think.

Here. Take a look. They want an expert's opinion.

You and your filthy minds.

Here comes Miss Lensing.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Still don't want to tell me who these are coming from?

- Thank you. - Please ask, Miss Lensing.

No, I'll consider it a gift from all of you.

How sophisticated.

I would've been more pleased if your papers had been better...

the results are horrible.

And I thought I had given you a particularly easy translation.

When you write, ''On july 1 4, there was a carnival atmosphere in the streets''...

it's misleading.

What's the correct version?

Ingrid?

- Is your mind on your work? - Yes.

- She must be in love. - Thinking of her guy.

You're nuts. She's a lesbian.

Ingrid, I've noticed that you're distracted lately.

- Any reason? - No.

Yes. there was a reason. one reason. Miss Lensing.

Every time I saw her. I got nervous.

I would start to get excited.

Whenever she talked to me. I drew a blank.

This had been going on for half a year...

since she'd become our French teacher.

Miss Lensing was very popular with the class...

so I didn't worry at first.

But my feelings for her grew stronger and stronger.

She would never have guessed that the rose on her desk was from me.

I had put it there because I admire Miss Lensing.

But is it only admiration?

When she walks around the class. I eat up her body with my eyes.

In my mind. I always see her naked.

I love Miss Lensing.

I want to kiss her mouth. her breasts.

I madly want to caress her.

And I want her to caress me.

But how do I do it?

This is Klaus.

I did it with him once. my first and only time.

I don't like thinking about it.

It was disgusting.

But Klaus wouldn't leave me alone.

Hey, is this really your car?

Got something against it?

Did you find a sugar daddy?

- You're off your rocker. - You could invite me for a ride.

- Why would I? - Silly question. Can't you guess?

- I'm not into that. - Nonsense.

Nonsense or not, men don't do it for me.

Okay, the first time was shit, but it'll get better.

Not for me, and you know it.

It was horrible.

Not for me.

You might have liked taking my innocence...

but you are the first and last man in my life.

You're all so selfish. You don't understand women.

Please, Klaus. Don't be mad, but we're through.

Okay, maybe I behaved badly. Let me make it up to you.

There are lots of girls who are keen on someone like you.

I called Miss Lensing.

I asked her if I could come see her. I had problems.

She was nice as always and said...

''Come then. child. I always have time for my students. ''

I was very nervous.

But one thing was certain. I had to get her.

So tell me, Ingrid, what's the trouble?

You're getting an A in French.

Are you having other problems at school?

Is it something at home?

I see.

Then it's probably about a man.

Whatever it is, can I help you?

Yes, you can help me.

- Only you. - And how?

I love you.

I'm crazy about you.

Stop this nonsense.

I'll make you a proposition.

We'll forget about this, and fast.

Now, please go home. I'll see you tomorrow in class.

Go.

No, I won't be turned away just like that.

I love you. Understand.

That's enough, Ingrid. I have work to do.

If you don't love me, I swear...

I'll hurt myself.

Just show me a little kindness.

I don't get what I need anywhere else.

Ingrid, I'm trying to understand you, but this is crazy.

Fine, it's crazy.

These roses...

I laid them on your desk, because I love you.

- I want your love. - You're crazy.

Kiss me or I'll-

Ingrid, what's gotten into you?

- Be reasonable. - I am.

I'll end it.

You are my one great love.

I need you.

Only you can give me happiness.

Please kiss me.

Kiss me.

I must have you.

Your breasts.

Your body.

Yes?

Miss Lensing, a caller for you, a gentleman caller.

You're getting me into trouble.

And I am not the right object for your passion.

Hello, darling. You have a visitor?

- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.

Ingrid was about to leave.

Thank you for trying to understand me, Miss Lensing.

One of your students?

Yes, and she's troubled.

How?

She's a lesbian and is in love with her teacher.

You shouldn't have come. You know how the landlady is.

How do you mean?

Whatever the papers say about the sex wave...

it won't happen in my house.

Is that clear?

So Miss Lensing had a lover. Mr. Dornseif.

A German teacher at our school.

That's a doozy. The worst of it is that Dornseif is married.

I don't know what drove me to it. but I felt compelled to watch them.

My marriage? I'll get a divorce.

I watched through the keyhole of the teacher's lounge.

I followed them on their days off.

They acted like little kids.

They did everything together. She really threw herself at him.

The kisses I wanted from her. she gave to Dornseif.

I followed them to a hotel.

They had a room there. as Mr. and Mrs. Müller.

I had a good idea of what went on behind that window.

She'll fuck him.

I imagine that it's me she's caressing.

My hate for her keeps growing.

I feel her behavior is humiliating.

I become more and more obsessed with the thought...

that I really must have her.

just to think that she's happy with Dornseif now...

and how disgusting it was when Klaus and I did it.

Isn't it great?

Careful. I'm a virgin.

We'll take care of that really quickly.

And now for the premiere.

Darling.

Yes, darling.

Yes, darling.

I heard her screams ofjoy. again and again.

I burned with jealousy.

But then I had an idea.

- Can I talk to you? - Sure, Ingrid. What's up?

This is what's up.

- What's in here? - See for yourself.

- Who took these pictures? - Me.

I have been watching you and Mr. Dornseif...

committing adultery.

What are you going to do with this?

It's quite simple.

I want your love, and if I don't get it, I'll give these to Mrs. Dornseif.

You'll regret this. I swear.

I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

I'll show you. Miss Lensing.

Come in.

HEADMASTER'S OFFICE

For the sake of our school, we disposed of this painful matter...

without causing harm to anyone's reputation.

You transferred the teacher, and that was it for you.

But when it involves students, you only think of expulsion.

Don't you know that this can screw up an entire life?

Sybille and I really love each other.

Yes, it's true.

As for sex, I have seen bad things too.

As for the school's reputation. Headmaster...

you're lucky I kept my mouth shut.

- I like her. - Me too.

I've fancied her for some time.

Hey, sweetie.

How about a kiss?

You shouldn't have done that.

- I'll scream. - Scream if you like. I don't care.

What do you want? You dogs!

Just a little fuck.

That was my first sexual encounter.

But I didn't say anything because I was embarrassed...

and scared of an investigation.

I only found love here at school when I met Achim here.

- Am I too fast? - No.

We wanted to study together for the German test...

so we went down to the river.

Fucking Calderon. I'll never understand it in this heat.

- Let's go for a swim. - Shit. I don't have a bathing suit.

There's no one around. Just swim in the nude.

- Or are you embarrassed? - Nonsense.

- I've seen naked girls before. - I'll bet.

If you want, I'll take my trunks off too, the fish won't mind.

Okay. But you go in first and you must not turn around.

No problem.

I'm off.

I made a belly flop.

Careful when you come in. It's really shallow.

It's so cold.

Just keep moving.

You're so sweet.

You too.

My darling.

- May I make love to you? - Yes.

And that's how we fell in love.

We also love each other at school.

We truly love each other, which must sound strange to you.

What a touching story.

At least it's a fairy tale that goes over well with people.

Typical. You think it's impossible for young people to love each other.

- Bring on Romeo and Juliet. - No need for sarcasm.

If I tell you my friend's story, you'll stop ridiculing us.

Hey, I heard there's a nudist beach not far from here.

We could go skinny dipping.

What for?

Stupid question. Because it's fun.

You only want to see naked men.

Men?

The boys in our school are still all green, except for-

Except for who?

No one. You can find out for yourself, Uta.

- I know who you're talking about. Hans. - Think what you like.

Tell me, did you do him?

I won't tell you. You're just jealous.

Me,jealous of that lady-killer?

Everyone's after him.

- And you're not? - He only wants to fuck.

He sleeps with you and then flicks you away like a cigarette butt.

- How do you know? - I hear things.

Yes, Hans knows his stuff.

He's a stud.

Hey, Annette.

What's wrong? Are you a cigarette butt too?

Me, how?

Wallflower.

That's how they talk about Hans.

On the one hand. they call him a lady-killer...

and on the other. they all pretend they've done it with him.

They only show off. I know Hans better.

I love him. And he loves me.

Some of us were on a school trip.

Hans and I agreed that no one should know about our love.

Still. we met every night in our love park. as we called it.

Hans was my first love.

He came from rich parents and was so relaxed.

He would always joke around and was the center of attention.

He was very gentle with me.

He soon taught me...

that both must be caring in true love...

and that a woman must do everything the man likes.

It's so nice that you know exactly what I want.

Take it. Make it big.

You like it really big too, don't you?

Yes, darling.

Come now.

Come to me.

What was that?

That's Leopold, the poor devil.

For 1 0 marks, he makes sure we're not disturbed.

Well, Leopold.

Not in bed yet?

I don't want to smoke inside. Do you want one?

In this fresh air? No, thanks. I hardly ever smoke.

Two more night owls.

That's a bit much, Headmaster.

Annette and I got stuck over a biological issue.

Forget studying. You're supposed to relax on this trip.

I agree, Headmaster, but Annette really wanted to know.

- Good night. - Good night.

Well done. I won't forget it.

You'll get your money tomorrow.

Tell me, you never get aroused, eh?

You're really just a dirty little pig.

One does what one can.

You know what happiness is?

I couldn't stop thinking about Hans. how nice it had been with him.

But on that day. he and the others went over to the island...

I didn't go because I might have been too obvious.

Hans was odd about this.

He felt our love was only beautiful if it remained a secret.

Come, Uta. Don't pretend you've never done it.

I like it when you play with me.

It's a great feeling for a woman when it gets bigger and bigger.

I don't feel like it.

Come on, put your hand in my pants.

I'll fire you up too.

Don't be so prudish.

You did Annette yesterday.

Why would you think that?

Don't lie. Leopold told me.

That rat. He can't get it up, but shoots off his mouth.

All right, I fucked her, but it was disgusting.

- She could turn me gay. - Was she that bad?

Bad doesn't even come close. With every thrust she whimpered.

''My darling, I am so happy.

Our love must remain secret.''

But you're totally different.

At least, you're really hot.

You're like a dream.

Let's not think about that twit from last night.

Come on. Come a little closer.

Get me going.

You're so good.

Let yourself.

That silly cow couldn't ride me.

So I was just a cigarette butt...

a silly goose. a stupid cow.

I won't stand for that.

We must meet again tomorrow, in our love park.

That bastard. that swine. I want to kill him.

Not kill him. but I have to do something.

Hello, Annette. All alone?

- Bastard, why did you do it? - What?

You told Uta I slept with Hans.

Sorry, but she gave me a tenner.

I couldn't turn that down.

You're a swine, Leopold.

I'm a trusty friend for the right price.

Don't make me laugh.

The whole school probably knows by now.

So what?

He's done them all, all except for Elli and Erika.

And he'll nail them too, wanna bet?

Didn't you know? He throws girls away like-

Like cigarette butts, I know.

Now you want revenge, don't you?

I know women.

It could be arranged if the price is right.

You would sell your best friend?

Sure, but let me tell you something.

He's not my friend. I can't stand him.

The whole school hates his guts except for you chicks.

I would like to fuck too, but no one wants me.

I'm not your type.

If there's anyone who wants to teach that puffed up baboon a lesson, it's me.

Maybe you could do something without asking for money.

- Sure. -just showing off?

I'll get him, and it won't cost you a penny.

- What? - I've seen what you can do.

You want me to-

Only death is free.

- I have many good ideas. - To teach him a lesson?

Yes, one he won't forget.

How about it?

- When? - Now.

Prepare to be fucked.

Okay. But make it quick and don't expect me to participate.

You have to undress yourself.

Otherwise, they'll say I raped you.

You know, I've watched many of Hans' girls.

But none has ever excited me as much as you did yesterday.

I never thought I could hate so much.

So very much that I allowed that creep to touch me.

But I was so hurt. my pride so wounded...

that I would have done even more for revenge.

I know today that it was wrong.

If I had known it would go further. I would have stopped right there.

Today I know that revenge comes really cheap.

Leopold had promised he would get even with Hans...

and he did. in his own way.

Hans really needs to be stopped. He stole my Francie before I got her.

And he took my Uta. She won't even speak to me.

And my Lolli. His cock should be cut off.

Sure, he's crossed all of us, but we can't do that.

It's not about castrating, but giving him a real drubbing.

Right. Let's kick his ass.

And a few broken teeth.

- Okay. - We're agreed. Let's do it.

What's going on?

No idea. Looks like a conspiracy.

What are they doing?

- Hang on, Hans. - Hey, are you nuts?

Sorry, but I have to ask you.

The guys need to discuss something and felt you should be there too.

- I have nothing to do with them. - But it's really important.

Typical. Without me, they're lost.

And I was just getting Erika worked up.

Looks like a tribal council.

A bunch of wankers.

So, losers, what's up?

Someone sneeze at you?

Tell me.

We're sick and tired of you.

Are you drunk?

Your showing-off is no longer desired.

So you want to take it up with me. Here I am.

Ridiculous.

We'll finish these wankers in no time at all.

Sorry, count me out this time.

Leopold sides with the strongest.

Fucker.

You think everyone is an asshole, but we'll teach you differently.

Don't touch me.

This is for Lolli.

For Uta.

This is for Barbara.

- For Christina. - Get your death certificate.

You should have your nuts crushed.

You dog.

Uta, Lolli, Annette, Erika, Susi, Christina!

We've had it with you fucking our girls.

You rotten pig!

This is for Nonni. For fucking her and then calling her a whore.

I didn't want that.

I didn't want that.

I didn't want that.

I didn't come here to listen to such stories.

Yet you should.

Only through such examples may we better understand young people today.

On TV they had a show about young girls...

that was quite different.

Even the serious papers write...

''Schoolgirls are innocent, serious and chaste.''

This should be our basic principle...

when dealing with isolated cases of moral abnormality.

Ladies and gentlemen, there are forces at work today covering up the facts...

the Institute of Sexual Science at the University of Hamburg...

has published the following numbers based on thorough studies.

I think you'll find them interesting.

According to the figures from this institute...

not only puberty. but sexual activity as well have moved up three to four years.

This is tremendously significant.

Many girls start menstruating at age nine.

By age 1 3. 40 to 60% ofboys...

and 20 to 30% of girls have already masturbated.

By age 1 6. it was 80 to 90% ofboys and 30 to 50% of girls.

Almost all boys and over 50% of girls have stated...

they would rather have actual sexual intercourse...

than the self-pleasuring which awakens the longing for a partner.

As for petting. the fondling of secondary and primary genitals...

without intercourse...

is oflittle importance among 1 3-year-olds...

five to nine percent stating experience with breast petting.

But by age 1 5. it's up to 50% of students.

just imagine that.

By age 1 6. 70% ofboys and 80% of girls have experienced this.

As for petting that involves touching the genitals...

two to six percent of 1 3-year-olds have experienced this.

By age 1 6. 50% ofboys and almost 60% of girls.

Notice that girls make up the biggest percentage.

Those who have not had sex. engage in petting once or twice a month.

Sixty percent ofboys ejaculate. and 40% of girls reach orgasm.

By age 1 5. 1 0% of girls. and 1 5% ofboys have had sex.

Any exceptions tend to point upwards.

With consent of the parents at an all girls'school...

where none were older than 1 4...

one study found that out of 48 girls...

47 were no longer virgins in the Biblical conception of virginity.

By age 1 6. 30% of girls...

and 35% ofboys have had sex.

By age 1 7. 50% have had sex.

That's one in two. regardless of upbringing. education or gender.

We may therefore assume that 50% of girls...

have had intercourse by age 1 7.

Those are the results of scientific research and hard to refute.

Moralizing or manipulation won't change that.

And one more thing.

The Hamburg institute also determined that 67% of all fathers...

and 41 % of mothers...

don't know that their daughters have already had sex.

That really makes you think.

From this, man derives the idea...

that he is the crown of creation.

But he's wrong.

Let's take an example from history.

Look at Catherine the Great, empress of Russia.

What were men under her rule?

Marshals, generals, princes, counts. She subjugated them all.

She ruled with maternal wisdom...

beyond the sheer jealousy, ambition and pride of men.

She represents proof of my theory...

that men must be assigned certain positions.

Down with the Italian.

What you doing? I'm going down.

Put me back up.

Put me back up.

In reality...

we women are the stronger sex.

This is even seen in play.

For example, what girl plays with a toy train?

Besides, everything men do is a kind of play.

Imagine a train conductor without his hat...

and he wouldn't be a conductor anymore.

Take a manager's secretary away, and he's a nobody.

Girls, what's so funny about my lecture?

Professor, there's a man in the window.

A man in the window?

You must be dreaming. You only think about men.

How could my lecture make you think that?

But that's typical of puberty.

You must therefore learn to focus only on reality.

Where were we? Yes, the play instinct.

This is expressed especially in sexual behavior.

As part of my research, I observed a bowling club...

and what did they talk about?

You can guess.

They only talked about women, their own sexual performance...

and tried to one up each other on the size of their penis.

By the way, ladies, you must keep in mind...

that a man's penis is only half as big as he says it is.

But please, girls.

I am flattered you're amused...

but don't forget that sexuality...

and the ensuing problems...

are quite serious indeed.

They can be vital, which they are...

because of the aspect of procreation.

Even here, when it comes to joining the penis and the vagina...

we women are stronger...

because we decide whether to tolerate the act or not.

What's more-

- You weren't here before. - She had diarrhea.

How remarkable of you to show up all the same.

A man would take a small problem like that and turn it into a drama.

Be still, my child.

So note again that we women are in truth the stronger sex...

as your behavior proves so clearly.

The decisive factor that has made the position of women stronger...

is the invention of the pill.

There are some women...

who, while performing their so-called marital duties...

experience joy in orgasm.

And there are also-

What's going on?

Where was I? Oh, yes.

Who experience joy in orgasm.

And there are also sad cases where women fake these orgasms.

That's on the one hand.

On the other hand, among men, as a rule...

it's not about a fleeting union...

but sexual intercourse together with a lasting partner...

as evidenced by families with many children.

Come, darling. Let's make amore.

Look at my big cannon.

Now you'll get the big one.

What's going on?

Must be the janitor working on the supply lockers.

I really don't know what's so funny.

Is it my lecture or the clumsy janitor?

Mr. Hamstengl, please.

We were talking about intercourse. Sometimes, the woman is on top...

and sometimes on the bottom.

This is the interplay of the sexes that runs throughout all of history...

and is determined by affection.

In practice, you lie on your back, spread your legs...

and slowly count to 33.

With older couples, women tend to close their eyes...

and count sheep.

Hey.

- Have a go with me too, okay? - Okay.

There remains the question of the frequency of intercourse.

Concerning this topic, there are thousands of old country sayings.

It must be contractors, I can hear sawing.

Yes, the old country sayings.

Men have 5,000 ''shots'' in their life.

Pardon the expression, it's not mine.

If a man marries young...

starts having sex at 20 and does it every day...

his capacity would be exhausted after 1 3.69 years.

Now I've had enough.

Will this thumping ever stop?

Where were we?

Yes, frequency.

These are only vague numbers...

in which the action- the operation-

the flow of the partner plays a role.

We must also talk briefly about another subject: same-sex love.

On the one hand, there is love between men...

and on the other, between women.

Mr. Hamstengl, will you stop that banging for once?

Surely, you must have finished.

This is completely uncalled for.

She's never heard of Italian thoroughness.

How can I teach with such a racket going on?

Where was I? Gisela?

The queers and lesbians.

What language!

Well, same-sex relations...

to describe it more properly...

were typical among wealthier families.

Think of the circles of artists and philosophers.

Same-sex love has also found expression in criminal law.

I've given you a comprehensive insight into sexuality...

and in conclusion, I hope I've demonstrated to you...

that it is not the men who dominate in life...

rather, it is us women.

Miss, since you seem to enjoy this class so much...

it will certainly give you pleasure...

so demonstrate what you have learned.

But that must be done in front of the class.

Please come to the board...

take a piece of chalk...

and show us what you have learned.

Now draw the male genitals on the board.

Gisela will provide the proper terms for each part.

However, please use only the terminology from the Sexual Education Atlas.

We don't want to finish class with filthy language.

The scrotum, the penis, also called phallus...

the glans...

the pubic hair...

and the urethra.

Good.

Very good.

You have artistic talent. It must be stated.

What's so funny?

I think it's time to wipe it off.

A cock!

I admit, this is not a moral, but a funny story.

I've seen a sad example in a village in the south.

It was so shocking that people could hardly believe it possible.

Hello.

- Herbert. How did you get here? - I snuck in through the back.

Nobody saw me.

- I have to study. - You'll enjoy a little love.

Your schoolwork can wait.

- You're so forceful today. - I like you, you know.

- Let me make love to you. - What if Dad finds us?

He's probably drunk and passed out.

- You excite me so much. - That tickles.

- I don't know if this is right. - Most natural thing in the world.

- I'm scared. - Nonsense.

Please don't.

You'll see. I'll be really nice, Marlis.

- You like me kissing your tits? - Yes.

- That feels good. - You see?

Well, I never!

There you go, Herbert.

Stealing my innocent daughter's virginity.

I got up just in time, it seems.

Don't get worked up.

It was nothing. Nothing happened.

We'll see.

You get back in the house, I'll speak to you later.

What's-

What's your problem?

We men have to stick together.

The girl is still legally protected.

You're in for a major shock.

A bit of fucking doesn't have to lead to marriage.

You rich farmers think you own the world...

but I'll haul you into court...

and you're gonna bleed, big time.

You like a good drink.

Here.

Now we're friends again. Let's just forget what happened here.

My memory is much better than that.

Here. So you forget it once and for all.

You can put your daughter on ice, for all I care.

A farmer will be a farmer...

and a poor bastard will be a poor bastard.

- Do you love him? - I don't know.

Where did you meet him?

At a dance. Where else?

Of course you like him, the rich big farmer.

You think he would marry you?

Silly goose.

Stop crying.

Here. Buy yourself something.

Get back to your schoolbooks and make something of yourself.

- Hey, we need to talk. - I'm eating.

- You owe me money. - You're a tough one.

- Here. Now let me be. - You're a hundred short.

I know, but I don't shit money.

You're a bachelor. What do you need the money for?

- For the girls. - A lady-killer, eh?

You can say that again. I won't pass up a chance.

Say, how much would you pay for virgin quality?

Nice tender veal.

All nice and round and firm.

Doesn't sound too bad. I'd be interested.

I have one for you.

Really?

But one thing, you'll forget about the hundred if it works out.

Sounds reasonable.

- Marlis? - Yes?

Keep the window closed.

- I have the shutters down. - Good. That's reasonable.

- Marlis, would you do me a favor? - Sure.

You know the thing with Herbert, when you were fooling around?

Yes, so?

You enjoyed it. Do you want to do it again?

- Me? - Who else?

With Herbert?

No, not with Herbert. With someone else.

With a total stranger? No, I won't.

But it's safe.

I'll get there just in time and toss the bastard out.

- Will you do it? - Why should I?

I want to get even with someone who's bad-mouthed you.

You deserve better, because you're my good girl.

So you're the girl who wants to do it.

You know, I'm a big lady-killer.

I love young things like you.

Don't fight it. I'll give it to you.

Hey, couldn't you fight him off?

I barely turn around and my daughter turns into a whore?

Why didn't you come and help me?

I didn't know you would give in so quickly.

Well, don't worry about it. It can't be changed.

It's not so bad.

Things like that happen a thousand times every hour in this world.

Here's a consolation for you.

And stop crying. It's starting to get on my nerves.

This story is already bad enough. But let me be brief.

The father continued to pimp out his daughter for months.

He sold her as a schoolgirl...

and it seems that for certain men. schoolgirls are considered a delicacy.

Nevertheless. this story has an ending...

which restores one's belief in humanity.

Hi, Marlis. Nice to see you again.

I'm going to town. Come on, I'll give you a ride.

That's nice of you.

You've been avoiding me, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

- Why? - Because I'm ashamed.

I know everything. This is a village and people talk.

Everyone knows your dad is pimping you out.

You know it?

Then I can tell you why I've avoided you.

I like you, and I didn't want people to see you next to a whore like me.

Those silly people again.

We'll go to your place so they see that we're together.

And I'll teach your father a lesson.

- You belong in jail. - Watch your mouth.

Wonderful father that pimps his own daughter.

How's that your business?

- I will marry Marlis. - You, marry Marlis?

What did you have for breakfast?

I feel sorry for you.

If Marlis stays with you...

then she has to prostitute herself for your addiction.

Marlis and I are leaving.

How could such a nice girl have such a bastard for a father?

If you cause trouble, I'll have you arrested.

That fucking brat. What can you do?

I believe this story proves...

that young people often have better morals...

than we tend to think.

You keep pestering me about that.

I'm a passionate educator, and we have raised great boys and girls.

But I'll tell you a story that demonstrates...

how quickly we teachers can get into risky situations.

It involves a schoolgirl. Let's call her Lore Brinkmann.

Positions. Go.

Further back.

Riposte.

That's it.

Smaller steps.

Good job. You kept yourself forward.

But you should be looser in the elbow.

Don't stare at me. I think you're talented, and I want you to get even better.

I want that too.

Thank you. That's it for today.

Did you see Mr. Wedekind fooling around with Lilo?

- I think Lilo likes him. - Here she comes.

Hi, Lilo. Will you help me with my paper?

I don't have time today, but you can copy mine tomorrow.

That's good, because I have a date today.

He's a real banger.

You and your guys. As good as the last one?

Bye, Lilo.

Lilo planned to stay a bit longer in the shower.

Later. the men would come in. including Mr. Wedekind...

with whom she was in love.

For schoolgirls to have a crush on a teacher is not uncommon.

- You're still here, Lilo? - I've finished here.

I want to thank you. You're a great partner.

- Why are you the only one here? - I've been waiting.

For whom?

For you.

I'm not a child anymore, I know how it works.

Lilo, I'm your teacher. Pull yourself together.

- I love you. - I like you too, but-

I must have you. I watch you in class...

and I imagine you have me, that you're doing me.

You have to fuck me, or I'll go nuts.

But, Lilo, no matter how much I like you, there are boundaries.

Not for people who love each other.

Lie down. You're right.

Why should you seduce a schoolgirl? I'll seduce you.

I'll fuck you and show you I'm a real woman.

Just like I imagined. Just as sweet.just as strong.

You're driving me insane.

What we have done...

must never happen again.

Never again.

How did you get in my car?

I have longed for you, my big, strong bear.

Lilo, get that out of your head.

I won't, darling.

You're sweet, but we have to be reasonable.

I'll be reasonable when I am 7 5.

Please stop.

Can't we go somewhere and be alone?

Somewhere I can make you happy.

It is certainly permissible that people can love each other...

without regard for theirjobs...

but for teachers. who are in an especially delicate situation...

it's entirely different.

The public sees the teacher as an institution...

and forgets he is human.

I have been with other men...

but none has understood me sexually like you.

- We're not allowed to do this. - Can love be forbidden?

You certainly know what I'm getting at.

We mustjudge people who are in love.

But first. let me finish Mr. Wedekind's story.

What's wrong?

Lilo...

I love you...

but our love is forbidden.

I'm scared.

This won't have a happy ending.

We're not alone in the world.

What we're doing is insanity.

If this is insanity...

then insanity is the most beautiful thing in the world.

I can't live without you.

Please stop.

I think I should mention that Mr. Wedekind was married.

You never smoked in the bedroom before.

And you don't have time for the children anymore.

You've ignored me too.

Darling, what's wrong?

Do you have problems?

No, I'm just exhausted.

I have a lot of work.

You're exhausted all the time.

You're imagining things.

Is it that girl? Tell the truth.

What girl?

Where did you get that idea?

That girl who always calls and hangs up when I answer.

A girl? Where did that come from? You're imagining things.

You're lying...

and you're a bad liar.

You're either a coward or you're worried about hurting me.

But it doesn't matter.

One day, and it may be soon...

you'll have to choose.

It's either this young thing or me and your children.

Good night.

Darling.

- Lilo, please. - I've been waiting for you.

- I need you so badly. - It's over.

We're just getting started.

You know I love you.

Stop it.

I want you.

No.

I said it's over.

Get it?

I can never see you again.

You need me as much as I need you.

I love it when I can feel you...

when you're inside of me.

It's over.

Christian!

What's wrong?

You're the hottest lover I've ever had.

Please let us be happy.

I said it's over. You're obsessed with sex.

Find another.

But I only love you.

That's not love. It's animal lust, nothing more.

You're crazy about my body as I am about yours.

- Don't drag us through the mud. - We're behaving like pigs.

There's no real feeling between us.

Were we ever tender? Did we ever have a conversation?

No, we only did one thing, get it on like animals.

I'm human. I can't go on like this without going crazy.

But, Christian, what about me?

You'll be better off too...

or you'll break down like my wife, my kids...

and like me.

Be reasonable.

But I need you.

It's over. It must be over. I have a wife and kids.

Go!

That's the story of my colleague.

But let's finish the girl's story as well.

The breakup was a terrible shock for her.

She was completely dazed and felt burned out...

as ifher world had collapsed on her.

Miss, what are you doing?

Good afternoon. I'm glad you're feeling better.

Who are you, and where am I?

My name is Carsten Vollmann. I found you on the road back there.

I almost ran over you. Now we're in the service area.

- Do you need a doctor? - No, I'm fine.

Miss, if you have troubles, tell me.

I know about trouble.

If you need a friend, I'm here for you.

There are things that make you want to kick yourself.

You're very kind to me. Why? Are you attracted to me?

First, I believe in helping others, and second, you're cute.

Don't look at me like that.

It's only natural...

you're a great person.

And not just because you're really pretty.

Gratitude became friendship. and friendship turned to love.

True love. that is.

The feeling that satisfies not only the body. but also the soul.

Through Carsten. Lilo experienced that great feeling...

that makes a person human.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've heard a lot...

but now we must reach a decision.

As for Achim, Headmaster, the decision has been made.

I'm sending my son to a private school.

Sybille can visit any time she wants.

If only I had the money to do that.

Don't beg, Mother. Their minds are made up.

Is that really so?

They act based on what they know.

And that may be a bit too little...

for the understanding that our schoolgirls need today.

The right decision would have been to keep the two at the school.

Because the relationship between Sybille and Achim...

is based not on sex but love.