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

This series is based on the experiences of Christiane F.

Individuals as well as events in her familial environment

and circle of friends are fictitious or have been fictionalized.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are going through an area of turbulence.

Please remain seated. Thank you!

Sit down!

Don't worry. We won't crash.

I'm immortal.

10 YEARS EARLIER

It's like straw.

What? You have lovely hair, Christiane.

I don't think so.

Damnit!

-The elevator is broken again. -Hey, Dad.

Hey, sweetie. Are you feeling nervous?

Not too bad.

Karin, I'm sorry.

This goddamn door!

Karin, truly! I'm sorry.

You stole them from the flower bed.

-And I'll get in trouble with Schimke. -As if these grow down there.

Christiane, you're not wearing my shoes.

Oh, please!

I bought them fair and square, and...

I can prove it.

You're crazy! You can't even walk properly in them!

-Oh, just let her. -You stay out of it.

Yes, I can.

-I need 28 marks for my student ticket. -What?

It was in the information leaflet.

-Robert? You took money from the tin? -Now just calm down.

Okay, Karin? I just borrowed it.

-So how will I get my money? -Tomorrow will do.

It's always tomorrow with you. I'm kicking you out today.

-Karin, honey... -You're not normal!

It crashed down from the 11th floor.

It was a miracle.

No, really! I swear!

The elevator is bent out of shape.

Like you are in the head.

-Christiane, Banana. -Quiet!

-Be quiet! -Shut up, would you!

-Stella, please! -You can start now, Miss.

Sit down.

Take out your books.

Reverse osmosis.

Can anyone tell me what it is?

That was smooth of you just now.

Didn't mean anything.

Here comes Matze.

Got a light?

Thanks.

Listen, Banana. This is where we smoke.

-Not where we stand around like idiots. -I was just leaving.

This is the number of my divorce lawyer.

Not in a hurry to leave today, ladies?

-No. We're doing overtime today. -That's what I like to see.

-I like my new school. -Great!

I have to pick up my student ticket from Zoo Station myself.

I'll give you some money. My boss helped me out.

Karin, I've been thinking. I'm going to take a new direction.

"New"?

When have you ever had any direction?

I crunched the numbers. It'll pay for itself in four months.

-What will? -Breeding dachshunds.

Breeding dachshunds?

Well, I love dogs.

Hello!

You little monkey!

Hello.

You're looking good.

Take that?

I'll take him.

-Let's get ice cream. -Yes.

It's all full.

Ah, here. Yes.

Thank you.

Don't put me to shame at your new school.

I won't.

There. This is my last hope to put an end to these antics.

They'll make a respectable young lady of her there.

He would never let me cut his hair.

Yes?

Vanilla ice cream for my son.

Then two peach melbas. For the young ladies here.

And a glass of prosecco.

-Will that be all? -Yes, thank you.

My Mom will have an orange juice.

Stella!

Prosecco, please.

Those six weeks did no good, then?

I have it under control.

-I won't watch this again. -Sit back down, Missie!

I guess not, then.

A packet of Mallboro, please.

"Marlboro." It's on the packet, if you're old enough to read.

They're for my dad.

Stella?

What are you doing here, Banana? Following me?

Want a smoke?

Are you here alone?

Me too.

Train stations are pretty sad places.

No one ever wants to stay here.

Stella!

Have we calmed down again, young lady?

Come on!

Sorry.

I didn't mean to...

I wanted...

Your hair is so nice.

Hm, thanks.

-Should I tell you my secret? -Yes, please.

Wash it once a week with two egg yolks mixed with cognac.

-Egg yolk and cognac? -Two, and the real cognac.

I'll give it a try.

-Thanks. -No need to thank me.

Cross your fingers for me. I have a job interview.

I sure will.

-Next! -I'm Axel, by the way.

Christiane.

-You'll be okay. -Your dog has a constricted esophagus.

Hence the vomiting.

It's quite serious.

-It can be operated on. -Yeah?

-We'll do it. -It's complex and very expensive.

I'll figure it out, I promise. Okay?

-I promise. -I have 13.50.

-Want a trip? -Only on the weekend.

Okay.

How am I supposed to get the money?

Go give it to some gays at Jebens street.

You'll get the money together real quick.

What?

There's this guy. Moustache. Bald patch.

I heard he's a priest.

It's enough to take your clothes off, you don't have to do anything.

How do you know this stuff?

You just pick stuff up.

Or you go to one of Frank's sex parties. You can make real money there.

So I've heard.

What a load of crap. I can't believe this.

So do I have the job?

Not looking like that, you don't.

Hey, careful!

It belonged to the late Dr. Morell.

The Führer's personal physician.

Cool.

Is that hashish or something?

I won't have that on my premises.

Will you please give me a chance?

Right!

May I say a few words?

As you may have noticed, I'm back!

Thank you! I'd like to take this opportunity,

to thank all of you for coming back after my break.

And especially, my darling Stella!

I brought you something.

I made it myself. We had to do handicrafts an hour a day.

I'm not very good at it. I had to unpick it 100 times.