We Children from Bahnhof Zoo (We Children From Bahnhof Zoo)

This series is based on the experiences of Christiane F.

Individuals and events in her familial environment

and friends are fictitious or fictionalized.

Give me another two.

It's for my friends.

She didn't go back to class after the break.

The teacher showed her this to scare her. What an asshole.

She'll come home.

She has always come home.

We're going to look for her.

Get up.

Take me with you.

Go home, Christiane.

WE CHILDREN FROM BAHNHOF ZOO

Hey, you. I need some girls.

Sex costs ten, blow jobs five.

You're too old.

Wait a minute!

What do you need? I can arrange something.

Is 13 okay? I can do that easily.

Three girls for tonight. Under 14.

I'll get it done.

150 per girl, and 250 for me.

Make sure they look good.

Well-groomed.

200 each, and you get top-quality goods.

-Who are you even? -Me?

A capitalist.

Babsi was my best friend.

I didn't want this.

It's my fault.

There's no smoking in here.

Mom?

Mom?

-Stella! -Hey, you.

I'm here to pick up some stuff.

Will you eat with us?

You have time for a quick meatball.

Where have you been the last weeks?

Here and there.

Are you coming back?

What about school?

I won't be coming back.

Then don't come to me when you need something.

When have I ever needed anything from you?

-You'd better not steal my stuff. -Why would I want kids' clothes?

Mom's doing fine.

Mostly.

If not, I'll take care of things.

-Does Pauly still come? -Pauly? Yes, of course. Every day.

Look after yourself.

-We'll try again tomorrow. -Yeah.

I have to get going.

Yeah.

Mom? Dad?

Christiane!

I don't feel anything anymore.

Am I dead?

Your boyfriend called here a few times.

Benno?

He's in prison.

-What did he want? -That doesn't matter now.

You have to say goodbye anyway.

Say goodbye? Why?

Dad and I have been thinking.

Hey, you old junkie broad.

I don't have that much time.

I just want to know why you didn't come.

I was waiting. I nearly lost my mind.

Michi really needed me.

I needed you too.

I wrote you from Prague.

I wanted to come back to you, but it didn't work out.

My father reported me for stealing his savings.

What a dick.

I don't know.

I'm getting my school diploma.

You had to go to prison to get that?

I'm going back to school too.

But not in Berlin.

Oh, right.

No more fixes from now on.

You're in here. And I'll be in Eisfelden.

We're going to do it this time.

Are you still hanging around here?

Shouldn't we call an ambulance?

Just let him die in peace.

He's a goner, as you can see.

I killed someone.

What did you say?

I'm a murderer.

You're going to make it.

Come on.

-Wow! Is this part of your apartment? -Of course.

It's the best part.

And who are those girls?

-They work for me. -How?

They're my hookers.

I make sure they don't do anything stupid.

And that no one does anything to them.

No one gives you anything for free. You have to take what you need.

If you're too weak, they'll destroy you.

How much do they earn?

60 for sex, 40 for blow jobs.

Angie makes 250 a day.

If you're pretty, you can make even more.

You're making it difficult for yourself.

Why?

Maybe you should switch to rubber boots.

How would that look?

Oh, Chrissie.

Your dad called this morning.

Finally.

His daughter was born last night.

You have a half-sister.

It's quite nice, really.

Yes.

Doesn't she look like Hildegard?

-Who? Uwe's girlfriend? -No. Christiane.

-Let it go. -You don't think so?

You couldn't have helped your sister either, Karin.

Max Korte?

Not being treated as suspicious. Domestic accident.

The case is closed? I see. Very well. Thank you.

You didn't do anything.

There was no murder.

Everything is fine. Very fine.

Want some?

No.

I'm going to get my school diploma.

You go crazy in here without any.

Letter for you.

I'm the cleanest bee under the sun. How about you?

It's really quiet here in the country.

And you haven't written in so long.

I'm coming to Berlin. Next week already.

I have to testify as a witness in a court case against Günther.

I think it's about the fact that we're underage.

And all that shit that went on at his place.

I'm feeling a bit uneasy about it. But we'll see each other.

I'll come visit. I really miss you.

Oh, man. Where did you get that from?

Next week in Berlin, I'll get you some really good shit.

Everyone's betting you won't come back.

Of course I'll come back.

Hey

Hey!

Hey, are you crazy?

Jealous?

Let's go.

Your boyfriend isn't screwing you right.

Yes. My boyfriend is in prison, going cold turkey.

Hang on.

You're the little whore from Berlin.

Hey, it's the little whore from Berlin. How much?