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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 all these letters to the editor, ...

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

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

"Complete woman or loss of femininity?"

Well, the ones I've selected here are the best ones.

We could never publish
enough 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 letter and read it to the others.

Okay, I'll start.

- Hello, Helmut!
- Anne, how nice of you to pick me up.

I'm so glad that you're back!

- And that nothing's happened to you!
- What might have happened to me?

Go on, get in.

So, off we go.

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

My brother was already 15 when I was born.

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

That's why my father hated me.

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

My brother was the only one who was 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.

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 airline 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.

I didn't care whose fault it was.
I always took my brother's side.

My life progressed in a
rather quiet and orderly way, ...

... except for my anxiety for
my brother when he had to fly.

When he was with me again,
everything was wonderful and I was happy.

- I'm almost done, Helmut.
- I just wanted to wash my hands.

Go ahead, it doesn't bother me.

Has anyone ever actually told
you how beautiful you are?

Of course.
Several have.

And also... what a nice body you have?

I'm sure you'd like to know.

Hand me that towel.

Really, Anne, you are very beautiful.

My brother saw me naked often enough,
as a child, and, of course, later on.

But he had never looked at me like that before.

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

Anyway, not that I'm aware of.

I began to feel strange.

The vacation was coming to an end. My brother
had taken a week-long vacation, just for me.

The day before school was to start,
he invited me to dinner.

What'll it be, kid, do you want dessert?

I'm about to burst! I don't want to
scare all these people when I explode.

I could care less about these people.
What do you think, kid ...?

What's wrong, Helmut?

Oh dear ...

- Hello, Winnie. How are you?
- My, what a coincidence... my ex.

- And this young lady must be your sister.
- Yes, this is Anne.

Amazing, how you've filled out.
How's school?

Fine, thanks.

And this is Captain Sterling
from the American competition.

Which, as a matter of fact, isn't 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.

- My compliments.
- Good-bye.

- Shall we sit here?
- Okay.

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

I felt quite sorry for my brother.

Apparently he still loved that thoughtless bitch.

- Would you mind if we left now?
- Of course not. I'd like to leave.

Let's go, then.

- Good night.
- Goodbye.

- Well then, good night.
- Good night.

- Anne.
- Yes, Helmut?

It was a little unpleasant 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 back on that,
I can actually feel happy with myself.

Although a schoolgirl,
I already looked like a grown woman.

When I think of Helmut lying
in bed with Winnie, I feel sick.

How could he ever have married her?

Amazing how you've developed.
What can become of a little school girl.

Stop, Helmut!

And this is Captain Sterling
from the American competition.

Which, as a matter of fact, isn't bad.

Isn't bad.

Isn't bad.

I always pictured those two in front of me.

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

My desires were beginning to frighten me.

Hey, kid.
You can't sleep either?

- I kept thinking about Winnie.
- About Winnie?

- May I?
- Of course.

Why were you thinking about Winnie?

Did you love her a great deal?

That's over.

How can it be over
if you really loved her?

I hope you never have any bad experiences.

Do you love me, Helmut?

Of course I love you, little sister.

And I always will.

Why will 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 damned appealing one, too.

Then why can't you love me like ...

... like a woman?!

Say, do you have any idea what you're saying?

Yes.

Are you crazy?

Crazy about you, Helmut.
You said I had a nice body.

And you said I was damned appealing.

And you said you loved me.

Then love me!

I'm not a pig.

Why do you say you'd be
a pig if you made love to me?

I'm not filthy.

As long as I've been able to think and feel,
I've been in love with you, Helmut.

Stop this now, Anne!

This is insane!

No, please Helmut, stay.
Don't turn me away.

Go now, Anne.
Go back to bed.

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 miracles do happen.

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

Maybe...
Maybe she's in love.

What? But with whom?

I'd know about it.

I have to go to Frankfurt today,
lvette, to fill in for a colleague.

I'll take the car.

You can tell Anne this afternoon.
That'll be soon enough.

Good morning, ladies.

- Did you have a nice vacation?
- Yeah, thank you!

- Wonderful!
- Yes.

For our first reading assignment,
we'll review 'Manfred' by Lord Byron.

Please get out the English text.

What do you know about Byron?

- He's the greatest English romantic poet.
- Yes, that's correct.

And what else?

- Didn't he die in the Greek War of Independence?
- Yes, in Missolonghi. Correct.

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

I once read a book about him.

He had an affair with his own sister.
She even had his child.

Her name was Allegra.

Well, no one knows that for sure.

But it's said to be true.

Come in.

Excuse me, Professor, but Anne Walters
needs to go to the Principal's office right away.

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 print the story.

- Agreed?
- Okay, yeah.

Alright, then I'll continue.
So pay attention now.

Here is a girl named Barbara
writing about an amazing school trip.

I was already feeling annoyed.

Fall is the time when the traditional school
outing is held to start the new school year.

As for me, it was my time as well.

In fact, it was way past time!

All that happened back then...
I can only laugh about it today.

In nature, the weakest creatures all die.

Of course, no one was listening to what our
biology teacher, Dr. Filbich, was droning on about.

- Ccome with me, Barbara!
- Where?

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

- So why do you need me?
- Oh, the questions you ask!

Don't be so cold.
Just come with me.

In the wild, he wouldn't survive a week.

And what about mating?
Out in the wild, I mean.

You know, humans, like all other animals,
are controlled by two strong urges.

The urge to eat, and the urge to reproduce.

That's why the poets say,
first came food, then morality.

Well, the human urge to mate always works.
Even in nature, if that's what you mean.

In humans, the principles of natural selection
governing breeding don't function anymore.

Thus, more and more negative
traits accumulate over time.

Eventually, humankind will only be
able to live under a glass dome.

- It stinks here.
- That's because of all this stinking nonsense.

I will not tolerate such foolishness!

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

Look at how the creatures of the great
outdoors are made to fit their environment.

Yes, and built so daintily!

- There's no one here.
- Yeah, so?

- Did you expect to see someone?
- Thankfully, no. Come on!

No, no.
That feels good, eh?

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

- Don't make such a fuss!
- Hey... stop!

Have you blown a fuse?

Stop that, you idiot!

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

Stupid goose!

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

We're near the forester's lodge.

Alright then, in one hour we'll meet
here in front of the forester's lodge.

But no one better leave!

- Come on guys, let's play some Skat.
- Hey, I thought you'd disappeared with Barbara.

Did she send you packing?

- Don't talk to me about that stupid goose!
- You'd think he could tell his friends.

Stop with all the stupid chatter.
Are we playing or not?

- So, who's dealing?
- The dumbass who's talking.

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, no need to argue!
- Let's go!

- In there.
- In there?

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

Go on, crawl inside!

- Man, it's dark in here.
- Be quiet!

Oh shit, my pants!

If I didn't know they were screwing,
I'd say they were wrestling.

- Yeah, freestyle.
- Yeah.

What's she doing now?

- She's taking a dive.
- What is she looking for down there?

- Well, what is she looking for?
- Hopefully, she'll find it.

Man... he'll break her back!

- She'd get an "A" in our floor exercise class!
- She's awesome!

Great...

Wow... Olympic caliber!

Great.

What now?

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

Oh, it's so good!

- Oh my gosh!
- Did you ever see anything like that?

No, and I never held it in my hands, either.

Here comes the big climbing act.

Gosh, just look!
With her fat ass, he just barely lifted her!

Now he's got her!

- What's he doing now?
- I don't know ...

Yes...

Damn! My brain couldn't handle that!
Nor my body!

And this is the second
time that they've done it.

- No way!
- Like I said, they're at it like rabbits!

- I can't go on.... come, already!
- Soon!

Man, he's good!

I think he's great!

Where did you come from, Babsy?

Crawl through there and you'll get an eyeful!
You'll foregt about television for a year!

Come on.

- I'll beat your pants off.
- Oh, shit...

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

I need to tell you something.
Hurry up!

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

Can you fill in for Heiner for a while?

- What is it?
- I can't tell you here.

- Where are you dragging me?
- Up there!

- What's up there?
- Just get up here.

So, Heiner, do you still feel
the same as you did earlier?

What do you mean?

Well... you know.

Isn't that bothering you anymore?

What's gotten into you all of a sudden?

My gosh, you sure ask a lot of stupid questions!

Just kiss me, already!

At last... 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 pretty well built, yourself.
- What did you expect?

- And how is it you can judge something like that?
- From art! There are a lot of naked men.

Oh... yeah.

- Come on! All of you get out here!
- What's going on?

Did you get into some itching powder?

Where in the world are those dear children going?

- I'm sure no one will see us up there.
- Well then, let's climb up. Ladies first.

Come on.

- The hay is a little damp.
- 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 everyone?

- It seems a bit strange.
- They're okay, aren't they?

- Oh!! There's a piece of straw between us!
- What do you mean, "piece of straw"? That's me!

Oh, your piece of straw...
it's becoming as stiff as a board!

Let's get rid of the glasses.

There.

What a body!

What a tree trunk!

Yes.

Are you feeling something, Rolf?

Yeah, I'm feeling like having you on top!

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes ...

Ouch! I think it's broken off!

Take a look. Maybe the
other half is stuck inside of her.

This is unbelievable!
Already 15 minutes late!

Instructor! Instructor!

Did you notice that most of them
disappeared back there in the bushes?

- In the bushes?
- Yes! Maybe they're hiding there.

- Well then, show me the way!
- Yes! Yes!

We'll ruin their fun!

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

- Yes, lead on...
- 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 actually going on over there?

That's nice...

Marianne!

- My father!
- Run!

Who? What?

Marianne... my pants, my pants!

I forgot them!

Moron...

My own daughter!

She told me she was going to a piano lesson.

I couldn't see, but I don't think anyone
was playing the piano here, Instructor.

- Excuse me... look up there!
- Up there?

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

I don't know what you're all laughing about.

It's quite simple, I just wanted
to see what all the fuss was about.

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

Yes, go ahead.

Well, that story was quite bizarre.

- I thought it was funny.
- I suggest we see what else we have.

Hey, a girl named Gaby writes about how she,
as a foolish schoolgirl, got taken in by a doctor.

What, by a doctor?

The story starts with Gaby,
who of late had been getting bad migraines ...

... whenever a Latin test was scheduled,
so she couldn't attend class.

Oh, mother, do I have to?
I haven't felt anything since yesterday.

- The migraines are as good as gone.
- Yes, Gaby, you have to.

First of all, you need a thorough examinination,
even if you have no pain at the moment.

And secondly, I've already made an appointment
for you this afternoon with Dr. Meisentopf.

- But...
- Here we are.

It's embarrassing.
Who knows what kind of brute this doctor is?

I don't know Dr. Meisentopf personally,
but all my bridge club friends go to him.

You don't need to be afraid.
He's said to be an excellent doctor.

What Sylvie, Gaby's charming mother had forgotten,
was the date of the examination appointment.

It was for Thursday, and today was Wednesday.
"No Appointments Wednesday Afternoon"

Thus, the office was closed, ...

... and the only person there was not Dr. Meisentopf,
but rather the plumber, Herbert Ballermann.

Evidently the young man thought well of himself.

It had always been his dream to be a doctor,
but, unfortunately, that never happened.

In any case, he looked good, and with a
stethoscope, he could easily pass as a real doctor.

Now he imagined his first patient.

What could be wrong with her?

Of course, it's a luscious
17-year-old that he thoroughly examines; ...

... the breasts, ...

... and even the most intimate areas.

From 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 isn't anyone here?

Hello, Doctor!

This is Dr. Meisentopf, Gaby, and you
certainly don't need to be afraid of him.

- Of me?
- You know how foolish girls can be, Doctor.

- You have nothing to be afraid of.
- You see? What did I say?

- But, Madame, I think there's a mistake here.
- Yes, Doctor, I know we're a little 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 too bad.

But that must have been
an oversight by your receptionist.

We were expressly given an appointment.

- Well, where is she?
- Yes, where is she?

Where is she?
You can see for 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 treat
an acute case of constipation.

But, Doctor, this is just a quick examination.
And you were so highly recommended to us.

I'm sure it's just a minor issue with Gaby.

Ah, that's what they always say about constipation!
Almost done! Just a moment.

Constipation!
Doctor, you may have it!

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

Please, just take a close 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 whatever he deems necessary, okay?

Yes... now please leave us alone.

- So... migraines?
- Yes, Doctor.

Let's drop the silly titles.

We're all just people.

Just call me Herbert.

Now then, where are you having these migraines?

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

And I feel awful everywhere
else right before tests.

I think it comes from the stress at school.

I'm not entirely sure of that.

You know, with young girls such as yourself, it's
often because they wear bras that are too tight.

But I don't wear a bra.
That's definitely not it.

Indeed, it can't be due to that.

Doctor, I see now that I was mistaken.

My friend Fritz said that rubbing
nipples is foreplay before screwing, ...

... but now I see that it's
part of a medical examination.

Yes...

- Does that hurt?
- No, just the opposite.

- Very normal reflexes.
- You think so?

And how!

I'm afraid we won't get any further like this.
I think we need to look a little deeper.

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

Undress.

I need to see this.

Open your mouth.

Turn around.

That tickles.

Now, hold very 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.

No one has ever taken
my temperature down there!

Well, that's my method.

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

- I'll extinguish it myself.
- 66... ?

Now, hold very still...

I have to check you everywhere.

Be brave, dear Gaby. Hold very still.
The doctor just wants what's best for you.

Don't worry, Madame.
Gaby is no longer afraid.

Well, thank God.

Wait, the heart is on the other side.

I'm following my own special theory.

- Have you heard of the Ballermann Method?
- No, what is it?

I'll show you.

- Is that necessary?
- Yes, otherwise I can't get at the problem.

So this...

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

Oh yes, where so many things gets sunk.

Do you feel anything?

Oh, that's nice!
Is that the Ballermann Method?

No, that isn't it.
I'll show you the Ballermann now.

- So... there it is!
- That's the Ballermann?

Ah, there you are.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Is the plumber done with his work?
- How should I know?

You can never rely on workmen these days.

I expected more from you, too.
Not just sitting around 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 called that before.

And just who are you?

Meisentopf.

Oh, then you must be his father!

Your son is examining my daughter right now.

Well, now...

Let's just have a look...

No... wait... Ballermann!

You know, the child is so sensitive.

But your son is handling her superbly!
He's a real expert when it comes to human nature.

My son is 11 years old.

What are you talking about?

You're joking!

I never joke!

Will you just tell me what's going on here?

But...

Isn't your son Dr. Meisentopf?

I already told you, my son is 11 years old.

I'm Dr. Meisentopf!

For Christ's sake, ...

... then, who is he?

Who is "he"?

The man who's examining my daughter in there!

That's what we're about to find out!

Mother!
Can you believe it, I'm completely healthy!

Anyone could see that without an examination!
What's been going on in here?

May I introduce myself?
My name is Herbert Ballermann, ...

... installer of all types of pipe,
inventor of the Ballermann Method.

And you dared to examine my daughter?

Well, you yourself asked me to!
Begged me, even!

I can't believe this!

Gaby, my child.

- Did he do anything to you?
- Only good things, mother.

He treated me with the Ballermann Method.

Oh no!

- Well, give me a hand, my dear colleague.
- Of course!

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

Come on.

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

Do you want a Ballermann, too?

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

I think so.

Exit

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

But no one asked you.

Anyway, I think we'll toss that one out.

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 dreamed that up. It's impossible."

I swear, it's possible.

Excellent, Etta.
Really outstanding!

You have a first-rate talent for math.

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

My compliments.

Now, everyone please take
out a piece of writing paper.

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

And my name is Etta.

I won't tell you my last name.

For all I care, you can call
me Huber or Muller or Meyer.

What difference does it make?

I'm 17 years old.
Sometimes I feel like I'm 70.

Why?
For that, you need to know a few things.

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

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

Don't stand there like an idiot.
Get lost!

That's my mother.
I don't know who the man is.

It doesn't matter.
It's always a different one.

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

I'm always thinking about screwing men.

Am I a nymphomaniac,
or just incredibly horny?

My entire family is sick,
but that's not my fault.

My father is in rehab for the third time.

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

At one time it was called
a mental institution for drunkards.

He started drinking
when my oldest brother died.

That was five years ago.
I can still see it like it was yesterday.

I came home from playing out in the street.

I had just turned 12.

My brother was a gifted musician.

At 14, he was already composing.

No one knows why he hanged himself.

That's when my father started drinking.

He is, or was, part of an orchestra.

A violinist in the city orchestra.

That's Paul.

He came to my class a year ago because
he'd flunked for the second straight year.

Filthy rich parents, divorced.

Paul has his own apartment
that his father pays for.

He's also a motorcycle enthusiast.

He soon invited me out for a ride.

I knew exactly what he wanted.
And I had absolutely nothing against it!

You're not a virgin anymore.

- Did you think I was?
- No.

But I actually was a virgin.

He couldn't have known that I'd broken my
hymen while masturbating with a beer bottle.

I can still remember how I'd bled that time.

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, before long he wasn't enough for me.

I did it as often as I had the chance.

When I was working on my homework,
I wasn't able to concentrate for long.

It often overwhelmed me,
whether I wanted to or not.

I had to do it, again and again.

I was completely powerless.

My fantasies were so intense, that I
imagined doing the wildest things while screwing.

In my mind,
I was disgusted by these perverted dreams.

Come!

Just come! Come!

Here we go!

Bravo!

What's with you?

For Christ's sake, Etta, what's wrong?

Your face looks quite pale.

Yes, I don't feel well. May I be
excused to leave? 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 forgot to take the pill.

Quiet, please!

Please, be quiet!

It was Adi who gave me the drugs.

Adi worked at a scrap-processing company.

Hold on.

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

Do you feel anything yet?

It feels like Christmas and
Easter rolled together, right?

How do you think it'll feel to fuck?

The damned stuff really worked!

I'd never felt so good.
It was insane!

I have several 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 hooked on the stuff.

Of course, it costs money.
Drugs are expensive.

That's alright.

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

Paul organized it.
He's good at that.

Soon his apartment became
an exclusive, private brothel.

He made good money at it.

Sadly, there are plenty
of schoolgirls who fall into it, ...

... and can't break out of this vicious cycle.

They need help.

I know that I won't last much longer.

But I don't give a damn anymore.

Maybe one day I'll go the way my brother did.

Anonymous.

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

- But we'll certainly use the letter.
- I agree.

Then I'm next. But I'm giving fair
warning, I have to leave afterwards.

Me too.

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

Now don't get mad, Ulrike.
I have to leave, too.

Alright, let's stop after this one.

We'll listen to this last letter, okay?

Okay, go ahead, Fritz.

Don't make such a face, Ottokar.

If I could make a face,
you'd both have new ones.

Ouch, that hurts!

Don't get smart!

I didn't say anything!

- You said, "Ouch!"
- Leave the child alone.

Dina can't help it if our
exchange student didn't show up.

That's typical...
French girls are so unreliable!

So... how do you know that?

Ah... you saw for yourself.

She sent us a letter with her train's
arrival time, then she doesn't show up.

Everything is this or that with them,
“comme ci, comme ca,“ ...

... "bonjour, tristesse."

Look over there!

Oh... excuse me.
The balloon. I am right?

- Who is he?
- He's says he's "Right".

Balloon, the recognition symbol,
the Kubler Family, exchange student.

- Hello, Mr. Kubler.
- Yeah, yeah...

- Hello, Mademoiselle.
- My name is Dina.

Oh, Mademoiselle.
ls Mademoiselle Dina's sister?

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

Impossible... a wonder!

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

I'm Niki Beyard.

- How's that? We were expecting a young lady.
- Oh no, I am Niki Beyard.

My passport.

You must always warn me when I speak French,
because I'm only supposed to speak German.

Yes, of course. We will.

- Tell me, how did you get here?
- Oh, I hitchhiked. It was cheaper.

- I sent a telegram.
- We didn't get that.

- This was all a misunderstanding.
- Then this Beyard is "Right", Ottokar.

Yes, yes, I know.
Excuse us for a moment, please.

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

In the room next to my 17-year-old daughter?

- With a connecting hallway?
- We can push the wardrobe in front of it.

As if that would do any good!
I was young once, too.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

You were young once, too!

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

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?

Naturally, 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.

To him, every Frenchman was a lecher.

- Ottokar, you can help out, too.
- I am!

So... not as young as you once were, eh?

Gosh, is he well-built!

He's also cute.

He could be dangerous for me.

Will he be my first?

He looks so kind.

I think it might be really nice with him.

Niki, Niki... why don't you caress me?

Oh, Niki! Niki!

Why do I always think of you?

And the guy is really that great?

Yes, more than great!
But he's only interested in sports.

Sports? I am too.

I know your kind of sports.

I'd like to check out your guy.

A Frenchman?
That's missing from my collection.

He's really great.
I think I'll borrow him.

No way! This is my territory!

What, you haven't heard
of the free market economy?

First come, first served.

My, she jumped right on that, our good Betty.

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

For a competition on the 17th.
Until then, I can't do anything but train!

And after that?

After that, I have to begin
training for the next competition.

You really must come see me,
and tell me all about your competitions!

Yes, I'll be glad to,
but now you'll have to excuse me.

I have to take my pulse.
Excuse me!

What a guy!

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

Exactly.
Competitive athletes are so sensitive.

- Ah, you're just eaten up with envy.
- Envy?

Excuse me while I laugh.

When I want one,
I just have to wiggle my little finger.

- Who's banging up there?
- Ottokar!

There'll be no banging in my house!

Unfortunately...

What's going on?

- Where's the banging?
- Not here. In the next room.

What is it? Would you like to take
my picture like this for the family album?

Cover yourself up!

Why, in my time...

He's always jumping around by himself in the
next room. He should jump around in here with me!

Idiot.

No, Niki.

Control yourself.

Abstinence.

What a damned stupid guy!

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

I was getting nowhere with Niki.

I was head over heels in love with him.

- Hello, Niki.
- Hello, Betty.

Come with me.

Of course it was wrong to spy on Niki, ...

... but I had to warn him of the dangers
that he would have otherwise encountered.

Betty... the beast!
Just you wait!

Come on.
The sauna is the best thing for athletes.

Go on, undress.

Yeah.

Niki... help me with my zipper.

Thanks.

I always say that afterwards, one feels reborn.

Don't you think so, too, Niki?

Oh, yeah, I do.
It's great...

Let's go.

Come on.

You'll see, Niki.
Sweating will do you good, most certainly.

Gee, what a coincidence!

Hi, there.
Are there any seats left?

You skunk!

You don't mind if I spend a
little time in the sauna, too?

Get lost.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Hey!

What a nice surprise!

- Hello, my friends.
- Hey.

Why are you making such sour faces?

Hello, Niki.
You're here, too?

And there's Dina!

Abstinence!

Damn!

No matter what I did,
I couldn't get closer to Niki.

But I had the impression that he liked me.

Was it because of all the damned training?

Oh, what a shame! I have to
leave on Tuesday for training camp.

Then back to Paris.

Training camp?
Oh, that's very important.

- I'm very sad.
- Oh, that's too bad.

It was so nice here with all of you.

That was mental cruelty.

Now something had to happen!

As yet, I didn't know what,
but I was willing to try anything.

Once Niki left it would all be over,
and I love him so much!

I absolutely had to keep him here.

So I came up with a plan.

Niki?

Dina!

What are you doing here?

I was just gettting a little sleep.

I mean, in my bed?

Mine was too cold.

In this weather?

This is why... I can't go back there.

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

Otherwise what?

Dina, I'm afraid you'll ruin me.

What do you want from me?

Are you a Frenchman, or not?

Yes, yes, but I don't understand what
German girls seem to expect from a Frenchman.

Everyone has their preconceptions.

What preconceptions?

Come here.

Closer.

Much closer!

I think I love you.

I think I love you, too.

So... why didn't you tell me sooner?

Or show me?

But there's the competition,
and half a year of training I've put into it.

I know something that's
better than your competition.

Not here.
That's unfair.

Unfair?
I have a completely different opinion!

That does it!
How do you say ... ?

I can't take it anymore!!

If I didn't know that Niki was training,
I'd think something else was going on.

Enough!

You're so tender, Niki.

I love you!

Of course, Niki skipped the
competition and stayed with us.

The rest of his time with us was very enjoyable.

My knowledge of French increased considerably.

And my teachers were very pleased.

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

As for what the future holds, we will see.

Yes, yes.
Our modern-day schoolgirls.

Often attacked and misunderstood,they're no
better or worse than schoolgirls of earlier times.

They're a part of our youth, ...

... and are growing up with a freer and
more modern attitude towards love and sex.

Women who will fulfill their role in society,
just as their mothers did before them.

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