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This series is based on the experiences of Christiane F.

Individuals and events in her familial environment

and friends are fictitious or fictionalized.

CERTIFICATE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT

What are you doing? Let me go!

Not my hair.

-You're to stay here! -You can't tell me what to do.

disorientation, blackouts, slurred speech,

loss of libido, constipation, irritability, insomnia,

hallucinations, organ damage and death.

Before it gets that far,

she should enter rehab.

I won't do it without Benno, Mom.

Mastiffs.

Robert?

Robert?

-Robert, are you there? -Karin, this is

Something wrong with Christiane?

Trouble at school?

I need you to come with me.

Hey, Michi! Have you seen Benno?

-He doesn't have anything for you. -Know where he is or not?

No.

Don't lie to me.

-Why don't you know where he is? -What's with the crowd?

-We've been looking for you. -This is him?

Are you my daughter's boyfriend?

Where's the bus?

What?

The one with the people who want to know.

Benno

Huh?

Come here

-We're getting clean together, okay? -What?

WE CHILDREN FROM BAHNHOF ZOO

One tablespoon of this every three hours.

Ephedrine

No more than three a day of those.

Christiane!

That's not enough.

-Don't worry, mum. I can handle this. -This is Christiane's dad.

Your son is staying with us and will go through withdrawal here.

Hey, want a good time? Blow job 60, hand job 40.

-No. -Okay.

Then 50 for a blow job, but only because you're so cute.

I have to get home.

40! Please!

You're a child.

I'll swallow.

Here, buy yourself something to eat.

Go home.

More people die at home than anywhere else, you know!

In their warm, stuffy, stinking homes!

Square!

-Hello. -Hello.

A few things for him.

Hello, Father.

Would you like to come in?

I wish you all the best.

Mom, I can't do it.

I can't take this anymore.

Where are you going?

Robert?

Lamai?

A shit-day!

"A skeleton bird stood before him,

spreading out its wide, featherless wings with a rattle.

And a lizard with a long tail

rose up threateningly.

It too had neither

It too had neither skin nor flesh on its bones.

The pale skeleton

glowed in the light of the moon,

which suddenly burst forth from behind the clouds."

-That's no death's head moon. -Oh, yeah?

Everything okay?

Yes, fine.

I made you some dinner.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I can never eat again.

I'd rather have a quarter gram.

We're going through with this.

And when we're clean

we'll go to Paris.

Why Paris?

It's the City of Love.

Good idea.

Oh, shit!

Stella?

Wait!

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

What can I do?

Out! Get out!

You look totally clean.

You too.

-I think you should go outside. -May I?

Do something nice.

-Want more juice? -Yes, please.

We have to tell the others we're clean.

Good idea.

Hey, Christiane!

Wow, Axel!

-What happened? -I'm a journeyman now.

Wicked!

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

-We're clean. -What?

-No way! -Yeah.

So we're all starting a new life.

We have to celebrate!

Yeah, and it was really easy.

Sure, it was painful. But that passed.

Go ahead and laugh.

But I'm clean. Believe me.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Come here.

Come over here.

Come here.

We want to tell you something.

We're going to Paris.

We'll start a new life there.

Good,

then we'll all quit.

Like Christiane and Benno.

Let's make a Clean Pact.

One last shot and then we'll stop.

You can do it.

Did I ever tell you the story

of how a Stasi hooker got me hooked on H?

A few times.

Not me.

-Well, I'd been kicked out -Axel.

Because I'd been smoking hash.

It was Christmas, freezing cold.

I went to a hooker, because it was warm.

A hooker?

Not for sex. She was ancient, like 40.

-At least 30. -"At least 30."

You jerk!

But in any case

she gave me my first shot of H.

Since then, the Stasi has followed me.

It's only fair if we join in.

Yeah.

Axel.

Hey, Axel.

Axel.

Hey.

-What's wrong with you? -Axel?

Wake up, Axel.

It's his circulation. We should lift his legs.

Help me with them.

Help me!

Higher.

Axel.

Axel!

Axel!

Man!

Resuscitate him!

It's not working.

Closed.

Look, how lovely!

I can't do this.

I need something.

Stella?

Shit, my pants.

What's up?

My old man lent me these.

Screw this.

It's not like Axel will notice.

-Now what? -Benno?

Say, are you mad?

What kind of friends are you?

Hey! Excuse me?

Could I maybe have a balloon?

They're for other children.

Just one, please.

It's for a funeral.

All right.

Here you go.

Oh, my boy.

Hey, my bag!

I bet you live alone.

I'll make you a great offer.

I'll live with you and give you a hand job twice a day.

And I'll clean.

Then go fuck yourself.

Changed your mind?

Stop!

Let go!

-That your bag? -Of course!

My old man does my head in.

Thinks just because I live with him, he can make a grade-A mailman of me.

Can you imagine?

Me, a mailman

I think your Paris idea is full of shit.

It's a tourist trap.

I always had the couples sitting near me.

Always prettily holding hands, snogging, flirting.

Here's the Eiffel Tower, there's Montmartre.

Paris is the City of Love.

Paris is the City of Fucking.

Granny

I don't want this.

But I want it so badly.

I have to go to a mental hospital.

And I shouldn't be allowed to come out again until I'm healthy.

I need help!

Must be flickering because of a loose connection.

Robert couldn't fix that in ten years.

Evening.

Where'd these come from?

Your dad brought them.

You need vitamins, he said.

-Didn't know he knew what they were. -My condolences, by the way.

And? How was it?

Sad.

Benno and I are going to Paris.

Why do you want to go there?

Why would I want to go to Paris? I just do.

I only know Eisfelden and Berlin. Not much, is it?

That's true.

Any idea how much that will cost?

Anyway, you have to catch up at school.

When your grades improve, we can talk.

You can't eat that.

It's full of maggots.

You're scum.

You miserable wretch.

-Axel always let me go first. -Did it bring him luck?

-I worked much harder than you. -Huh

Without me, you'd have no work here at all.

Without you, I wouldn't be back on H.

-I was nice and clean. -Who was it that said we had to join?

-Give me the syringe. -No.

Stop!

Give me the syringe!

Careful!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Please!

You'll hurt each other!

-How would you know that? -She's changed again.

I'm absolutely sure.

Accepting your own child's addiction is a difficult process.

We provide non-medicated withdrawal,

supported by vitamins and mineral supplements.

A sweat treatment helps remove all traces

of the narcotic from the body.

Then the addict's psyche is diverted with various exercises.

It is steered away from pathological structures

back to normality.

How long does that take?

On average, three to four months.

-And how much does it cost? -We have a success rate of 75%.

I was an addict myself up until two years ago.

I need your help.

Karin.

I need an advance.

It's important.

-What for? -My daughter.

You know Christiane.

She's addicted to drugs.

What?

What do you mean "addicted"?

Like the kids in the papers?

She needs therapy. It's expensive.

An advance

Karin, that's not so

It was different when you

when you were still nice to me, but

-When I was still nice to you? -Yes.

My daughter is dying and you want me to be "nice" to you?

-I'm not your goddamn whore. -Karin!

I'm a reliable employee!

My kid dies if I don't fuck you?

That's not what I said!

I didn't think you were this spineless.

How much do you need?

Two thousand marks.

Arms up.

It's perfect.

Try that on.

-Oh, it's you. -Is Benno there?

This isn't a good time.

-Christiane. -Hey.

-Come in. -Not at this time of night.

We're not receiving visitors.

You crazy?

Come.

Fancy, right?

I'm sorry about what I said.

You're not to blame.

Neither are you.

Everything's fallen apart since Axel died.

Stella's in jail.

I haven't seen Babsi in ages.

She just disappeared.

My parents want to send me to Narconon.

That's a good thing.

I know people who got clean there.

I don't want to go.

I can't do it on my own.

You don't have to.

We'll go to Paris, kick the drugs there,

and come back when we're really truly clean.

Promise me that you'll never, never be a mailman.

I promise.

The companion who is there for you.

The friend who protects you.

Here at the clinic, we help each one of you according to your own needs.

Very good, Babsi.

I think it's great

that you're making space for your imagination.

Too often, we allow society's view of reality constrain us.

You need comfortable clothes

for the exercises.

You like blue.

Thanks, Mom.

And how are you feeling?

They're professionals.

They'll help you.

And when you're back we'll go away somewhere.

Just the two of us.

-To Vienna, maybe. -Cool.

Coming to eat?

I don't know where Benno is.

No. You.

I'm not stealing his johns. Get lost!

I don't want Benno anymore.

Will you come with me?

No, I can't take you with me.

You're free. Go where you like.

I'm sorry.

Benno.

-I have to get out of here. -What's up? Bad trip?

Stuttering Max

I've fucked up.

Dear Christiane,

I never had much luck with family.

But in you I see what I've always been seeking.

I know that we belong together. And I'm sure you feel it too.

Yes, you're with Benno.

But I can wait.

One day we will definitely be united.

My dear Christiane... That's it, I love you.

More than I have ever loved anyone.

FAITH, LOVE AND HOPE

Edited by: Andrés Jiménez www.plint.com

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