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.

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?