Original subtitles

Schoolgirl Report Part 13

"Don't Forget Love During Sex"

Let's get started.

With, "I swear."

Please.

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops --

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

that monthly changes in her circled orb,

lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

What shall I swear by?

Do not swear at all.

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self...

Stop.

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

Why? It's very clear.

Well, in any case, I don't have that impression.

Why are you spouting out the verses like that?

Folks, this balcony scene is the most superb love scene

in the world of literature.

Do you actually know what love is?

What do you mean by that?

You treat us like little kids.

Screwing, of course.

Take it slow.

If you use a rough word like "screwing",

what does that have to do with love?

A good deal.

Well, Romeo and Juliet screw, too.

Yes, but not until the third act.

"It was the nightingale, and not the lark."

That, at 14-years-old. Great.

Correct, Juliet is 14 and Romeo is 15.

And that's why I think the piece should interest you.

But Shakespeare wrote it,

and he was considerably older and more experienced.

Well, to be able to write it.

But do you really think that you can learn love?

Screwing, definitely.

Right, you can learn sex.

But love...

What is love without sex?

No. What is sex without love?

Pure pleasure.

I'd say it's a better form of masturbation.

I think both belong together.

Yes, only one must not forget love despite sex,

and love has many faces.

Sex, too.

Yes, and Shakespeare certainly knew that, too,

because he was not a prude.

Look it up in Shakespeare!

I don't know if you necessarily need Shakespeare for that.

I recently read about a case in the newspaper --

Are we telling stories now or are we rehearsing?

Let Peter go on.

Maybe his story will help us interpret the verses.

What is it about?

It was a real crime story.

So, that's it. Disgusting.

Yeah, okay.

We were notified about it by a phone call.

When we arrived, the perpetrator was still here.

She was quite confused.

- And where is she now? - Next door.

Well, carry on here.

Show us the position of the corpse.

Well...

Please stay seated.

I'm Inspector Behrend.

I think we should have a little chat.

You have the right to request a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

What's your name?

Irina Anakopulos.

Are you Greek?

Yes.

I've been in West Germany for 10 years with my parents.

My father is a worker in a heating oil company

and on the side he works as a janitor.

My mother cleans.

How old are you?

16 years old.

Well, then I can address you informally.

If you'd like.

What all happened tonight?

Tonight I went to Mr. Kurt Hemmerath's.

At first I rang the bell, but no one opened.

Then I realized that the apartment door was open.

I went inside...

Mr. Hemmerath sat on a chair and slept.

And then?

Why did you even go to see Mr. Hemmerath?

He blackmailed me.

What for?

To sleep with him.

What did he blackmail you with?

For Chrissake, girl, talk already!

Because...

It was like this.

For three years, I've been going to a German school.

Before, I went to a Greek school.

Yes, that's how it was.

After school, we often went to eat ice cream.

I bet lrina's never done it before.

No, model students don't do things like that.

What haven't I have done before?

What else? Stealing!

Stealing? - Yes.

I'm no thief!

Rubbish.

"Thief." It's not theft if you make off with something once

in a department store or in a supermarket.

Just as a joke.

They expect it. That's calculated into the price.

Look at everything I've stolen.

A scarf, a fountain pen, a doll.

And then I stole something else.

- But I can't show it to you here. - What is it?

Black panties.

- It's not true. - Yes, it is.

Then show us.

Fine, but you take the responsibility!

Wow, Susie, it's great!

Can I book this show, too?

Go to hell!

Forget it. You just need a little bit of courage for stealing.

You have that, don't you?

My father would kill me if I did something like that.

Well, you Greeks did invent morality.

But you should do it sometime.

Stealing is an incredibly strong feeling, a tingling sensation.

It replaces the act of sex.

Don't like talk like that.

It acts like poison on me.

I don't know why, but one time, it happened.

Many thanks.

If you stop by again next week, we'll certainly have something new.

Good-bye.

Go ahead and have a look around.

You!

Come to the back to my office.

Come.

Sit down.

Pretty, isn't it?

It looks good on a naked bottom.

Is this a case for the police, or how do I see this?

Please, not the police.

"Please, not the police," now that it's too late.

- What's your name? -lrina Anakopulos.

Irinia Anakopulos. A camel jockey, too.

- How old are you? -16.

16?

You guest-workers steal like ravens.

It's about time that we make an end to it.

No, please, not the police.

I swear this was my first time.

But, of course.

Everyone I've caught has said it was their first time.

And the things I find in their purses

got there just like the child did into Virgin Mary's womb.

No, sorry.

I don't know why I should make an exception with you.

Please, I want to pay for it.

At the least.

One must pay for everything in life.

Put it on.

Go on.

Wear the panties.

I want to see how it looks on you.

But first take off the old one.

Well, then, not.

No!

Go on. Or should I call the police?

Go on.

There.

Now, take the old one off.

Yes, like that.

Slowly.

You don't need to hurry.

Now, the black panties.

Yes.

Lovely.

Lovely.

And now...

Now show me.

Show me how it looks. Come on.

Let's see what you have.

Now, come forward.

Go on. Show me how it looks!

That day, he didn't demand more from me.

But he wrote down my name.

And where I go to school.

He gave me the black panties.

For that, I had to sign an admission of guilt.

And then what happened?

A few days later, he found me in front of school.

What should we do now that class got canceled?

I'm not going home yet.

What do you have planned, Susie?

- How about some ice cream? - Great.

- Are you coming, too, Irina? - Of course.

What does the guy want?

Hey, Irina, I think he wants something from you.

Go on ahead. I'll be right there.

Why are you here? What do you want from me?

Hold on, girl, not in that tone.

You're forgetting that you're still in my debt.

What do you want?

That you come to my apartment this afternoon at 3:00.

Here's the address. Then you can pay your debt.

My wife is on a week-long shopping trip.

No one will disturb us.

Got it?

Maybe the good uncle will give you your admission of guilt back.

And don't forget the black panties!

I had no other choice.

Now, undress yourself.

Nice and slow.

Take it all off,

except for the black panties.

I'll do that myself.

The skirt.

Come on, come on!

The shirt.

Lovely.

Yes, lovely.

Now, come here. Come.

Come.

Come, don't be uptight.

You're really a beautiful girl.

Lovely.

No.

On that day, I lost my virginity.

I had never been with a man before.

Back to today.

You said he ordered you to come to him again today.

That's what he did all week long,

every day, always afternoons.

Today I was supposed to come at 7:00.

It was temporarily supposed to be the last time

because his wife comes back tomorrow.

What happened today?

L---

I had an argument with my boyfriend.

You have a boyfriend?

Yes, but not how you think.

I never did anything with him.

He's Greek, too, and his name is Niko Afrinos.

He wants to be an engineer and goes to the technical university.

What did he know of your blackmailer?

Nothing, until this afternoon.

My parents aren't home in the afternoons.

That's why they didn't notice anything.

Today at around 3:30 came my friend, Niko.

Irina, how long have we known each other now?

- A long time. - Yes.

You were 8 and I was 13 when we first saw each other.

Even back then, I felt that we're made for each other.

And I still want to believe it today.

Do you want to or do you really believe it?

I don't know anymore.

I only love you.

Then clear my doubts.

How can I if you don't believe me?

I know many think I'm old-fashioned,

but I always wanted my wife to be a virgin when I marry her.

We were kids as we got to know each other, Irina.

I grew up, and you were still a kid.

I respected that.

I'm not a kid anymore!

I know.

You don't know how often --

how often I've desired your body.

I wanted to keep you for marriage.

I always trusted you,

but now I'm pleading with you, prove to me that you love me.

No!

I suddenly came to my senses.

What I had done seemed like a cruel deception.

I told him everything.

You're not saying anything?

Imagine I'm in a car accident

and I fly through the windowpane head-first.

My face is shattered, my eyes are popping out,

and my nose is ripped down to my mouth.

It's all a bloody, squashed mess.

Would you kiss me then?

Would you still kiss that face?

Would you kiss me?

You see? Now you've answered your own question.

Anything would have been better than what you've done.

Niko!

You disgust me!

I was clutched by an unconscious rage.

I had to go to Hemmerath to end it, one way or another.

Oops.

Hemmerath?

Mr. Hemmerath, I have to speak with you.

Give me the admission of guilt.

You've invented a nice story. And we should believe you?

Yes.

Inspector, can you come out for a moment?

Yes, all right.

-Inspector Behrend. - Yes?

- I'd like to make a statement. - Is that so?

I killed this man tonight with two stabs of a knife.

I also informed the police of the murder.

Oh, the telephone call.

I didn't have the courage to turn myself in right away.

Pardon me.

And this is the murder weapon, a Greek dagger.

Come.

Well, what do you think of that?

A sad case.

I can't help it. I think Nike's viewpoint is rather idiotic.

Me too.

To murder because of an outdated sense of honor?

A kick in the ass would have been enough.

You have to see it in the mindset of a Greek.

They have other notions of honor.

Excuse me if I say this right to the point.

A defiled girl is just as repulsive as a smashed-up face.

I can absolutely understand Niko.

- You've spent too long in the sun! - You must have fallen on your head!

You're quite the dreamer!

I can't agree with you.

I feel sorry for the girl.

We don't live in the Middle Ages anymore.

Even so, she's not completely innocent.

What should she have done in your opinion?

Admit that she stole.

She was just too cowardly.

Excellent. Just like in Shakespeare.

Here, a boy obsessed with honor, an idealist.

He wants to bring down the sun, moon, and stars.

There, Juliet, very realistic,

for whom sex is seemingly more important than love.

But love is more than just romantically holding hands!

Love is like a volcano, and sex belongs with it.

And that with 16. Neat.

Let's hear our balcony scene again.

What are you laughing about, Erika?

Excuse me, Dr. Burkhard, but I just remembered a balcony scene, too.

My friend told me about it.

And, for example, you're the kind of guy

who makes the little girls get weak in the knees.

I have no problem being seen in that regard.

Anyone can say that.

Well, I'm not anyone.

First you have to prove it.

Okay, if you like. Any time.

It could be that we take you by your word.

I said, any time.

What are we betting on?

Whatever you want.

Three boxes of champagne for a cool party.

Agreed.

Okay, next item, who's the girl?

- Bo Derek. - Brigitte Bardot.

Katja Ebstein.

Stop the nonsense. That's idiotic.

We'll do it much simpler.

Do you know her?

Which one?

Jeanne d'Arc.

Isn't she in 12-B?

Right. Class representative and brainiac.

Her name is Jana Holzmann,

the iron maiden, La Pucelle.

You'll break your teeth on her.

Not even if she were a lesbian.

Good, then we just need evidence that you did it with her.

Yeah, some sort of intimate piece of clothing.

- A bra. - She doesn't wear a bra.

- What then? - Her panties.

Hopefully she'll be wearing some.

- Okay, then her slip. - Deadline?

- One week. - Okay.

I'm eager to see how you'll do it, Achim.

The boy has surely gone mad.

But that's how it is.

I know it from Ludwig, under the seal of secrecy.

He made me promise not to say anything.

All the more reason for you to immediately say something.

Now, listen, Jana, am I your friend or not?

It's okay. I know it now.

What impudence!

What's the guy's name?

Achim Steinberger.

Achim Steinberger.

I'll organize a first-rate funeral for him.

Grandma, sorry, can I bother you?

"And she burst into tears..." What nonsense!

What is it?

Grandma, you have to help me.

Me?

What is it?

Grandma, you were young once, too.

And how!

I didn't leave anything out.

Long, long ago. What's going on?

Grandma, I need something from you.

So, dear Achim, you're the guy

who makes the girls get weak in the knees.

Where did you get that from?

Cheers!

But my knees don't feel weak yet.

But who says that?

I think you and your friends.

- Well, somebody must have... - You're right.

Listen. I'm for fairness. I know about your bet.

And...

From the panties as evidence, of course.

Then I can go.

But why?

After all, I want to have some fun, too.

For that matter, I've already prepared a written confirmation.

"Herewith I declare

that the panties taken from me by Achim Steinberger

are my personal property.

Signed, Jana Holzmann."

Is that right like that?

I think I'm dreaming.

If you really want my slip, you'll have to get it yourself.

You're an odd girl.

You really want to?

If you still can.

And how I still can!

Then come here.

Almost got it.

But... yeah.

What's that?

Why? It's good for physical health.

For your health, hopefully you'll take it off.

Of course.

It won't work with it on.

And what about you?

Is something stuck?

Stay calm, dear Achim.

Just wait and see.

Achim!

No!

No!

Not there.

Not so hastily.

It's just my disposition.

Achim!

Jana, are you there?

Damn it! Who is that?

For Chrissake, my grandmother!

She can't find us here!

Go, quickly! Out there!

- Go on! - Yeah.

There, take this and scram!

Come in, Grandma.

It was high time!

It got very close!

And then?

Phew!

- Is he outside? - Yeah.

But why did you come so late?

I wanted to leave you two a little bit of time.

Cover yourself up!

Cover yourself up, good idea.

You stupid apes! What are you doing here?

To cash in on our bet.

And we brought the champagne with us!

Good. Hopefully you've already paid for it

because I won the bet.

Here you go. Here are the girl's panties.

And here is even a written confirmation

of the property situation.

"Herewith I declare

that the panties taken from me by Achim Steinberger

are my personal property.

Signed, Jana Holtzmann."

Congratulations.

Young man, where are you coming from?

Where are you going?

How dare you?

If it consoles you, it was difficult for me to remain steadfast.

Forgive me, I just won a bet.

Here, read it.

This must be a mistake, young man.

I won the bet.

Those are my underpants,

and I signed the piece of paper.

My name is also Jana Holtzmann.

And now, off with the pants!

Now he's gotten weak in the knees!

And from me, an old frump.

Well, that balcony scene is a real parody,

but back to Shakespeare.

Juliet is a practical girl.

Despite all her love, she always stays very realistic.

So then love and sex after all.

Of course.

It'll be interesting to see what Romeo has to say to that.

Not much.

Yes! And you have to say it in a really astonished way

and while stuttering.

And now Juliet again. Very loving and always very tender.

What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

Very good.

You have to compel the boy to be realistic.

- By the hour of nine. - Exactly.

Now, all of the boy's enthusiasm,

all of his confusion is removed.

Now the love will be realistic,

and now comes the psychological stunner,

precisely because of this practicality.

From this awareness, from this assurance,

a new tenderness arises from the girl.

I would I were thy bird.

Sweet, so would I.

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good. Very nice.

You have the exact experience that maybe we've all had

or will have.

But sometimes something like that topples over in complete frustration.

And then...

And then you're completely freaked out.

I'm thinking of Daniella.

You all know the story.

It happened right in front of my eyes.

Look how she's following us already, that bitch!

- Who? - Her, over there.

She's watching us so that you don't give me anything.

Do you think I'm that irresponsible?

Nonsense! irresponsibly!

What's wrong with a little alcohol?

I'm not addicted to the stuff.

I can give it up just as well.

Then you'd hardly be here.

It's not because of that bit of booze.

Then what?

Well...

I admit that was probably the external cause,

but if it had been like that for you as it had for me,

you would have gotten boozed up once, too.

Once?

Bitch.

If you want to lecture me now, too, then it's better you scram right away.

Don't get excited, Dani, I'm not saying anything.

It's better like that.

After all, I can cope with it alone.

Have you ever drank before?

Of course I've drank something before.

I mean, really drank.

Probably not how you mean.

The first time I got plastered was when my father killed himself.

Something broke in me.

I loved him very much.

I never got along with my mother.

I was 15 then.

That was the first time you drank?

Everything has its first time.

I felt incredibly good afterwards.

- Then I did it more often. - Why?

Oh, you don't know my mother!

Besides, the stuff just lay around by us.

Dani.

Dani!

What is it?

Where did the alcohol go?

What alcohol?

There, in the bar.

Uncle Bernt was just here.

I wanted to offer him something, and there's hardly anything left.

Well, maybe you drank it yourself.

Don't be impudent!

You know I don't drink a drop.

So, where did all this stuff go?

How should I know?

Do you think I drank it?

That would be great --

my daughter, a boozer.

A boozer. Maybe it was your bridge crones.

One day I was doing a translation from Middle High German for school.

Hello, Daniella!

We've gotten a rare visit, fresh from India.

This is Stefan, my cousin, export merchant in Delhi.

Do you remember him?

Daniella, my God, how you've grown!

Give me a hug, little cousin, or little niece.

Or maybe I should address you formally. Then I take it all back.

Oh, nonsense.

One can't caution enough about Stefan.

He's the family Casanova.

What a lie! I live in India like a monk.

You mean to say that down there they don't catch you as quickly!

That's what you get when you have family that slanders and slanders.

It's best to just kill all relatives.

Of course, I would have come much sooner

if I had known how pretty you've become.

Stefan, Stefan.

Leave the child alone.

Well, if this young lady is a child, then I'm a student in a monastery.

Enough now.

Daniella has to do her homework.

Homework, what a terrible world.

It reminds me of the most agonizing time of my life.

What are we doing?

Walther von der Vogelweide.

That's what you read in school?

Until that point, I had only read that such a thing existed --

love at first sight.

I had become incredibly infatuated with Stefan.

For the duration of his stay in Germany

he rented a fantastic apartment with all comforts,

but he never invited me there.

From the very moment I first saw him,

I didn't drink anything anymore.

He came often to us.

He invited me to go outwith him or to drive around.

Come, Dani.

Let me quickly take a picture of you.

Yes, very nice.

And another. Yes.

He showed me the big world,

the most expensive hotels.

He went with me to parties.

And with every opportunity, he photographed me.

It seemed like he had time for only me.

A nice feeling.

Just a small sip at least.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I got accustomed to Whisky in India.

What a country...

Without this, one can't stand it.

Down there, it's pure medicine.

Do you want a swig? Please!

No, thanks. I rather not.

You know, no culture exists that doesn't use such stuff

for religious, social, or magical purposes.

In South America they chew coca leaves.

In Asia...

Stefan could narrate incredibly amusingly.

More and more often, he hid erotic innuendos.

I sensed it completely.

I knew what he wanted.

I had the feeling that he was really softening me up

with every trick in the book.

I only had a single desire --

to lie in his arms and to give myself to him.

But I couldn't start with that, and he...

he didn't say anything.

Not a word, not a hint.

His damn nonchalant superiority almost drove me mad.

Then, suddenly, I learned from my mother that he had to leave.

Daniella. I knew you'd come.

You never told me that I should visit you here.

Well, now you're here.

I was waiting for you. You sensed it.

You've driven me insane. Completely mad!

That's exactly how I like my women.

Women?

You, of course, my darling.

Why didn't you tell me that you have to leave?

Then maybe you wouldn't have come, my darling.

But that's why I came!

How sweet of you.

Then we should hurry up a little.

Hurry UP?

My dear child, I'm leaving tomorrow. I still have a lot to do.

Do you want to "do" me, too?

Did you come to me or not?

Yes, I came to you.

All right, then.

What is it? Don't you want to undress?

Yes, but...

I'm... I can't...

Well, it really doesn't work with clothes.

This isn't how I imagined it.

Now, listen here, girl.

Deflowering a girl is hard work.

Don't make it harder for me than it already is.

Please, don't!

Damn it, what is it you even want?

Did you come here to play me for a fool?

Sorry, Stefan, but I imagined this all differently.

Like in books, maybe?

No, my child, reality looks different.

I can't.

Then it's about time that you learn.

Please, Stefan, stop. I want to go home.

You must be out of your mind.

If someone teases me with null ouvert,

then it's contra and pants down.

I don't like to make a fool out of myself.

Please, Stefan. Give me a little time.

I gave you enough time.

You came on your own, and now I...

No!

I don't usually assault a woman, only when it's necessary,

and now I have the impression that I have to!

Undress yourself!

Or should I do it?

- No, Stefan, please! - Stop it!

That's how it was.

He used me like a towel.

You're hurting me.

It's because it's your first time. You'll get used to it later.

Just sex, no love.

After that disappointment, I began to drink again.

I was doing well for a while, no one noticed it,

until that scandal happened at school.

You witnessed it.

Goethe, as a poet and as a person,

was obsessed with eroticism until old age.

Think of Faust, think of his Gretchen...

Go on, make him hot!

...think of: "Do as you like,

do as befits."

My dear Miss Angelika,

if you want to fluster me,

I have something much better at home.

These two quotations...

Now it's your turn.

...you should explore them.

Which perception of humanity underlies them?

May I go out?

You should put on a somewhat bigger sweater.

Well, all things considered, I'm pleased with your work.

There's just one I haven't graded yet.

Daniella, what's going on with you?

With me?

I was really appalled by your work.

Your trains of thought aren't just boundlessly superficial,

but much worse.

They contradict themselves, they're imprecise,

blurred, so to speak.

Can't you think anymore?

What happened?

You don't want to tell me?

Do you want to speak alone with me?

I'd like to help you.

I haven't graded your work yet.

Your grades are already disastrous enough.

Please tell your mother I'd like to speak with her.

Dani.

If you're searching for the bottle, I've thrown it in the trash.

Dani.

How awful.

You're drinking!

Mom, why did you throw the bottle away?

Should I be responsible for my child becoming an alcoholic?

How could you do that to me!

If Father had experienced this...

Dani, child, what will people think?

I don't give a damn what people say!

Is that the only thing you can think of?

Your teacher is worried about you, too.

Your grades in school are so bad.

What kind of daughter do I have?!

Do you have to be such a disgrace?

Why did you throw the bottle away?

I rummaged through the garbage bin outside.

I got very dirty doing so.

I found four bottles.

Four bottles in one week!

What should become of you?

Better ask yourself what has become of me!

Give me something to drink!

No drop is getting past my doorstep.

Pull yourself together!

That was a rather unpleasant scene.

The most unpleasant was my mother.

She always thought about what people would say.

Then she brought a doctor. He grilled me.

It went well for a while, until...

Do you remember Werner's party?

It was about a year ago when his parents were out of town.

Do you want some, too?

No, I'm not drinking anything.

I'm fed up.

I'm going home.

Now, right when it's getting cozy?

You're crazy.

Hey, Werner!

Don't be stupid, Dani. You can't just leave like that.

Let me go, Werner.

Stay here, please.

You know I've staged this whole thing just to be alone with you.

I knew that was the case.

Werner had become infatuated with me.

Oh, well, I liked him a lot, too.

We don't have to stay here with them.

We can be all alone for ourselves downstairs.

I knew exactly what would happen now.

Things went wrong the first time with Stefan.

Now, it was all the same to me whether it was sex or love.

But maybe it would be different with Werner.

Not all men can be the same.

You're hurting me, Werner.

What's wrong with you?

Don't you want to or can't you?

I can't. Not like that.

Don't tell me it's because of me!

Maybe, maybe not. You're just so awkward.

What? Awkward?

It's because of you. You're like a block of ice.

Well, Werner, it was better if I had left after all.

Too bad.

Get lost!

Is something wrong?

No.

She's so spaced out.

I felt lousy.

It went wrong again.

Maybe it was because of me.

I took to the bottle again.

From then on, it was all the same to me.

That's almost a year ago now.

I admit it, I drank.

So what?

Others drink, too.

Have you looked around during break?

Today, everyone talks about hashish in the schools,

but alcohol is much more common.

When I was on the wagon, I felt like crap.

But when I had something, I felt incredibly good.

When I saw my face in the mirror, I was disgusted by myself.

But I couldn't any other way.

I just had to drink.

My mother acted like she didn't notice

because of the dear neighbors, and so on.

When she puts on her agonized face,

then I really feel like having a drink.

She just didn't give me any more pocket money.

Well, fine.

Then I just stole it.

Cheers!

- Cheers! - Come on, guys!

Here we go.

Drink something.

She took a good gulp.

Besides, there are other ways for a girl to get a few Marks.

My mother acted like she didn't notice anything.

She left me completely alone with my problem.

The main thing was that her own life wasn't disrupted.

I didn't go to school anymore.

What for?

Teachers are just assholes.

And then it happened one day.

Get lost! Out with you!

Hey, look over there.

Someone's lying there.

For Chrissake!

She's still alive.

You stay here. I'll get the police.

Yes, right.

And that's how I came here.

First they stuck me in an ordinary mental institution,

then they got a hold of my mother.

Now she has to pay for this cool place here.

You didn't bring me anything to drink?

No.

Well, you could have.

- Miss Gottschalk. - What do you want?

Why are you always creeping around like a snail?

It's meal time.

We have to be mindful that we're on time.

Please end your conversation.

Oh, well, it was nice to see you again.

Take care, Peggy.

Take even better care, Daniella.

Poor Daniella.

It wouldn't take long before she'd become a normal person again.

Thank God you can't generalize something like that.

The first time, Daniella got sex for love.

The second time, love for sex.

That's bad luck both times.

That's no reason to start drinking.

To each their own.

Don't be so cynical, Klaus.

I really feel sorry for those who are stuck in a lousy situation

and can't get out.

Yes, that's right,

but I fear we'll stray from the subject

if we keep discussing this.

There are women and girls

who inherently have this instinctive knowledge

of physical emotions.

Juliet is one of them.

Shakespeare recognized it.

But I think that most have to have a few experiences

before they figure out what such a poet really means.

I know a little story that happened in our school.

What's Rollie doing for so long?

No idea.

She can't be buying out the whole store!

There she is!

- Did you get it? - Not quite.

What do you mean, "Not quite."

Show me.

Toothpaste?

Tanning oil?

You've got to be kidding me!

Well, it was like this.

There was this salesclerk

and he saw right away that I'm still a schoolgirl.

Just confess that you didn't dare to do it.

Your sister's too dumb to buy some condoms.

Why don't you go yourself?

She's right. You go.

Why me?

I organized it with the boys. That's the most important.

Why did you have to tell them that we're on the pill?

Gosh, they're experienced guys. They wouldn't come otherwise.

They wouldn't show.

But not with me.

Well, if you want to wuss out now...

The pill? You must be joking!

They'll notice right away that we've never done it before.

We have to make sure we get condoms somehow.

What is it?

I have an idea of how we can maybe get the things.

Hey, come.

I bet that there are automate in every men's bathroom

where you can buy the things.

And how do you know that?

It's common knowledge.

So it's very simple.

We need a few Marks.

Who's going into a men's bathroom?

You can have three guesses.

Always me.

You have to be good at something. There's nothing to it.

I've never been in a men's bathroom. Why don't you two do it?

Just go already. There's no one there.

And what if someone sees me?

You just have to be careful.

Now, do it. Over there in the hallway.

The girls are already there.

But there's three bicycles.

I don't know.

I hope they don't ask too much of us.

I have a good mind to go back.

Somehow, I imagined this differently,

the first time.

With more feelings and all.

Feelings?

You're silly.

This is just about sex.

Hopefully we have enough experience with screwing.

You think that's one of them?

Definitely not.

Hopefully.

No one's there.

Extra thin, Slightly moisturized Value Pack

"Extra thin, slightly moisturized..."

"Anti-baby condom."

What's this?

"Moisture film."

Moisture film, mm-hm.

That's the right one.

Damn it!

Who's that?

Oh, that's just my sister.

What is she doing here?

She just came with us.

-"Just"? - Did you get them?

- Negative report. -ls something wrong?

No, no, no. Nothing.

Oh, gosh!

Well, then, shall we?

What damn weather!

Where to now?

We're just looking for a quiet place.

Something like this has to be well-planned.

But if it's possible, somewhere dry.

The shack over there would be a great place.

Great. Come!

Rollie, watch the bikes.

I'm always alone.

Oh, what a vacation! Always just rain in Bavaria!

Shh.

Keep going.

And what if someone walks by?

Who would walk by here? Nonsense!

Is something wrong?

There are gnats here.

Hello, what are you doing here, girl?

What should I be doing? I'm just sitting here.

Where are the others?

Picking mushrooms?

That's another way to say it.

Heave-ho!

By the time I get you up there, I'll be beat.

Keep pushing!

What if someone walks by?

Oh, crap! Let's just screw here.

Egon, come on! Push me up!

Yes! A little more!

I'm almost there!

Finally!

What are they doing there?

You have three guesses.

Egon, you with your dirty fantasies.

I'm falling down!

Wait, I'll help you.

There.

They left you to sit alone.

Those bastards.

You know what, girl?

I'm Tony, and you?

My name is Rollie.

What do you say, Rollie? I can't let you hang dry here alone.

Oh, that did me good!

Really nice here.

And now?

First you have to undress.

Is that really necessary?

Otherwise it won't work.

Okay, fine, but only if you do, too, Flo.

Of course. I will, too.

Then do it already.

And you two?

Aren't you going to?

It's enough if I take my pants off.

That's out of the question!

We want to see something, too.

I thought you guys were the experienced ones.

Us?

I thought you two were.

Us?

Do you at least have condoms?

But you guys are on the pill.

Oops, then we just have to be careful.

I can't believe it!

They're all undressing.

Egon, you have to intervene!

I'm not crazy.

If I'm on vacation in Bavaria,

I want to have some excitement, you understand?

- Good? - Yes.

- Do you like me? - Yes.

- You don't have to be scared. - No.

I can't believe it.

Hey, what's the big idea?

There was a gnat.

What do Caroline's gnats concern you?

I agree.

Yeah, okay.

MY gosh!

And that's the youth of today!

Shameless how they're doing it here in the open!

And you're watching!

But, Jettchen, this warms an old, married couple like us up.

And what now?

And now we have to grope around first.

Why are you holding on to my behind?

Well, then.

No, it won't work standing.

Now, just sit down.

Ouch!

But the hay prickles!

What's prickling?

What great breasts you have!

Now, don't stare like that.

Haven't you ever seen a naked man?

There's nothing to see on you anymore.

Now, this is outrageous.

First she gets upset because of morals,

and then she gets hot.

That's unbelievable.

That was so nice.

Hey, Rollie, will you stop by again?

Yeah, tomorrow.

I'll be there.

Until then.

That was a surprise!

That was such a nice place.

What's going on there?

That was a flop.

Why are you running like that?

Cut and run!

What happened to you?

Nothing happened, unfortunately!

We're sick of screwing.

I'm not.

I don't know what kind of experiences you've had,

but with me, it happened very similarly.

I don't know.

Theoretically, every seven-year-old kid knows these days.

There are sex books and sex education classes in school.

Yes, but the situation becomes strange

when theory and practice diverge.

What's the use of sex ed then?

Now, listen.

She should at least have a sharper awareness

for what one does, and maybe a sense of responsibility.

When you fall in love, then your brain is out the window.

I won't contradict this thesis.

Let's put it to use.

Thea, keep going after: "Well, do not swear."

Although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract tonight:

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be.

Ere one can say, "It lightens."

Thank you.

That's it.

And that's what you can take away from this magnificent scene.

Keep your feelings clear.

If they're repressed or blurred,

true tenderness or love can never arise.

That's the lesson that Juliet gives Romeo.

Ah, there's probably something true to it.

I know a story that proves it.

A guy from our school told it to me.

Very well. Then we'll break off for today.

Actually, this is just the story from a few summer vacation days.

Maybe it's not a very moral story,

but for that, it has a moral.

We'll get to that later.

It all started...

Well, you see it yourself.

My friend Walter is also important in this story,

but we'll first get to him later, too.

Classical music always turns me on like that.

Come.

No, not again.

Play the same one again, Michael.

Let's keep going.

If you keep going, you'll have to bring me a walking stick.

Come, let's first smoke a cigarette, yeah?

Not now.

Sometimes I like you better as a mummy.

Oh, forget the stupid telephone.

Ye S?

Hold on, I can't understand a word.

Claudie, it's great that you're calling.

If we can meet up?

Of course.

Today?

I also have another appointment in town anyway.

If I'm glad?

Of course I'm glad. I'm incredibly glad.

When?

Let's say in an hour at the Adria on Leopold Street.

Bye. See you soon.

Damn it.

Who was that?

Walter's girlfriend, or his ex-girlfriend.

She's having some problems with him again,

and because I'm his friend, she's hoping I'll help her.

And you're incredibly glad.

If you want to screw me over, then just say it now.

What do you mean, "screw you over"?

Just look at how you're talking to me.

Your perpetual jealousy is getting on my nerves.

How about a little trust?

Now I've lost my desire.

Besides, now I'm first meeting Walter.

Claudie's phone call hit me hard in the gut.

Claudie is a petite French girl that I met a year ago in Paris

during a student exchange.

I was head over heels in love with her.

And with her phone call, I fell for Claudie again.

On the one hand, there was Claudie,

on the other, Ingrid.

Claudie had to return to Paris, and I didn't want to lose Ingrid.

Hello, my Mozart fan.

Take some headphones and listen to some decent music.

- I need your help. - What's wrong?

I've got a visitor from Paris, and I'm crazy about her.

Congratulations.

And what should I do with Ingrid?

A real problem.

- You don't want to lose Ingrid. - I can't decide.

Gosh, Michael, put an end to it.

You can forget Ingrid.

She just wants to own you.

She needs a guy, a strong guy on her side, for her image.

You can't help me with logic.

- Then what are you suggesting? - You have to take her from me.

- Who? -lngrid.

I think now you've lost it.

I'm supposed to keep your girl warm

while you enjoy yourself with the other one?

You should pull off things like that by yourself.

Geez, you're not supposed to screw her,

you're just supposed to help me intercept her.

Listen up.

I'm meeting the French girl in half an hour at the Adria.

Ingrid overheard the date and will probably spy on me.

The only thing I'm asking of you is to hold Ingrid back.

So that she doesn't catch me with the French girl at Cafe Adria.

Then I'll bolt as fast as I can with Claudie to the Cheetah.

Hey, can't you do your dirty business somewhere else?

Get lost.

We're international slave traders.

I didn't feel so great about the whole thing,

and Claudie kept me waiting.

Ingrid could turn up any second, and what then?

Oh, he's there.

I was longing for you.

Claudie! Come with me! I have to show you something!

A much nicer place. It's too hot here.

But Michael, why? What's going on with you?

It's nice here.

I'm a little tired from the drive.

Let's drink a coffee here, please.

No, it takes too long here for the waiter to come.

Okay, fine, but first I have to introduce you to my friend Kristel.

- This is Michael. - Hello.

Come now. Come, come.

Hello, Ingrid!

Hey, what's gotten into you?

Is it Christmas for you?

No, nothing has.

I must have missed Michael somehow.

Do you know where he is?

Yes, at the Adria.

But leave me, now. I'm already too late.

But hang on. He's not at the Adria.

Listen, Ingrid, I've been there the whole time.

I don't believe a word you're saying. The two of you stick together.

I know that he's with another girl right now.

If you want, you can go to the Adria with me.

What? You're staying here for three weeks?

Let's drive away. Three weeks, just for us.

Claudie, you're an incredible woman.

I couldn't forget my time with you.

I waited very long for you to say that or write it.

I want to be with you.

They're not here.

Maybe in Wienerwald

because I'm not likely to look for them there.

Or maybe in Cafe Central.

Come on, Walter, just open your mouth and say something!

What should I say? It beats me.

You know what, you idiot? I don't believe a word you say.

I'm going to go search for him.

He's probably at the Cheetah.

He likes that place.

And you wanted to play me for a sucker!

Make a call!

Is this the Cheetah?

Please page Michael Mainwieser immediately.

It's a matter of life and death!

Michael?

Watch out.

Ingrid somehow found out. She's on her way to the Cheetah.

Bye!

Sorry.

Sorry, I have to go again -- a damn urgent call.

Claudie, please don't be angry.

I'll be back in an hour.

What are you doing here?

Another one who wants to play me for a sucker!

Don't cause trouble.

Be a doll and let's go to the movies or let's eat something.

No, no. Now I'm gonna have a look at your cafe lady.

But...

Introduce Ingrid as your girlfriend.

I told you he's not completely kosher.

That's probably his girlfriend in Munich.

But you can't expect for him to be faithful to you the whole time.

I have an idea.

Let's invite all three to my parents' inn.

Then you'll see if the guy feels something for you or not, okay?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Michael! Hello! We're here!

It's hot in here, isn't it?

Gee, how do you get something so unattainable.

This is Walter, my best friend,

and this -- this is Ingrid, a friend of ours.

What?

My darling, you wanted to drive away.

Kristel invited us all out.

Can someone explain to me what's going on here?

Quite frankly, I felt really lousy.

I think the only one who stayed cool was Kristel.

Claudie saw me as a deceiver

and preferred to look at me from afar.

And Ingrid preferred to hang outwith Walter

so that she could badmouth me.

Michael is probably out with that French bimbo.

She wanted to see him again.

How can he help it if he incidentally met her

through the student exchange program?

Incidentally?

He intentionally let her come.

Don't get upset.

She doesn't want anything to do with him anyway.

I don't believe a word you're saying.

You can really be annoying.

Besides, if it cheers you up, I really like your behind.

I can tell. That's enough now.

Then I'll just rub in Claudie.

I'm sure your friend Michael already took care of it!

Come, Michael. Sit next to me.

Tell me, my Casanova,

is this French cow stealing you away from me?

But you'll go have some ice cream with me, right?

- Do you like it? - Take your hand off me.

Let's go swimming.

I don't feel like it. We'd rather chat.

Okay, let's chat.

I'm out of cigarettes. Will you get me some?

Okay. I get it.

Why are you so horrible to him?

Even a blind man would see that he's in love with you.

He's just an idiot like Michael.

Come on, let's go inside.

I can't look at that French cow.

It looks like Michael's made his choice.

We'll see about that.

Another double whiskey.

May I sit down?

Of course.

This is a public venue.

Hey.

Another double.

Statistics claim that France is the classical country of prostitutes.

Is that true?

I don't know.

I just know that so many dumb questions aren't asked in France.

You think you can take me for a fool, don't you?

Yes.

French hen!

Tusnelda!

What did you say?

Tusnelda!

That's what we call the geese and sometimes the goats, too.

It's all your fault.

Just because you can't decide, you ass.

Before I explode in here, let's continue this outside.

Sure.

Well, then.

I'll say it again, you French hen!

You'll see!

Now you have to decide soon!

You can keep Michael!

For all I care, you can have him! I'm sick of all of you!

Go!

Come, let me help you.

Ouch!

I hate you!

Stop that!

Get lost!

I have to be alone with you.

And that was impossible until now.

This is the kidnapping of an innocent girl,

and in France, it is severely punished.

But now you're with me.

I'll scream.

Scream as much as you want.

Go to your Ingrid.

I will not.

But I don't want to be with you!

That coward!

He cheated on me the whole time!

If he had at least said something!

Yeah, that's exactly right.

That French fleabag!

If I had only had a knife with me.

I thought I had a chance with her.

I'd like to know what the two of them are doing.

What they're doing?

They're doing it sweetly.

Exactly what we should have done long ago.

You're crazy.

You can't get your revenge with someone else.

Come off it! I don't give a damn about Michael.

As of this moment, I'm through...

...with him.

Come on, I really like you.

I will not be led on by you

to make your Ingrid jealous at my expense.

Not with me!

It's over and done with me!

I have no more feelings left for you!

Do you hear?

- Now, listen to me, you bitch. - No!

Give me a chance!

I've decided, do you hear me?

I've decided!

I can't and don't want to believe you anymore.

You're too jaded.

You arranged everything just to get me in bed!

I didn't arrange anything, do you hear me?

I'm cold.

Let me go and take me home!

That's too dangerous.

There's a cabin over there. Come on!

Take off that torn bathing suit.

You look like someone has raped you.

- Take my blanket. - No.

Don't be such a prude.

You'll freeze to death.

Come on, love, undress.

I won't look.

Done?

Done.

Have you really decided?

I'm still cold.

I love you so much.

I think I'm over Michael now.

It was really good with you.

And Michael is probably over you, too.

He probably didn't sit on his hands all night.

Look who's coming.

A cute pair of lovers.

I'll have a little fun pulling Michael and his girl's leg.

What do you think?

But you have to play along.

Come, come! Come here, you miserable dog!

Come on, a little faster!

Well, my friend, did you spend the night well,

or do you want your warmed-up Ingrid back, you stud-muffin?

Man, that you even dare to show up here!

Some great friend you are!

At the least, I'm going to lay one on you so that I calm down...

...out of sheer joy, Michael,

that, because of you, I have such a great girlfriend.

Let me introduce Ingrid, my girlfriend.

And now, a token of my gratefulness...

And so this turbulent summer story ends with a moral.

And our couples found each other.

Young people have understood

that sex without tenderness and love

can't bring happiness.