Fack ju Goehte 2

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Gimme that.

Yes?

' Get up!

Miller my name. Goethe High.

I have to visit a student intern.

Last name?

- Miller.

The student's.

- No idea.

Chantal! Where are you?

Trunk!

- How's it going?

OK. That b*tch from

Schiller private school is here too.

She's constantly

dissing me, Mr. Miller! - Well...

Is this your social worker?

Watch your mouth, baby tits.

How dare you?

- I'd like coffee too.

It's only for customers.

Whatever. I take mine

without gum anyway.

Oh, God!

Do you at least get to test drive?

Please, let's not put ideas

into her head.

Chantal, you may continue

cleaning the floor mats.

I simply can't imagine that

anyone would hire her.

Mr. Miller, we're taking a golfie.

Blah blah. We both know

these 'interns-ships' are useless.

Internships.

- I was speaking the plural.

Start the motor.

Turn that motor off immediately.

- And

Are you nuts!?

Damn, out of focus.

- Out!

You have to tell her

she's not actually gifted - Can't.

She'd flip out.

I just got her under control.

Too much stress

getting involved like that.

Your students relate to you.

You serious?

Nobody relates to a teacher.

I'm still pen pals

with some of mine.

Yeah, well, you're into teachers.

Especially cruel and strict ones

that grade you in sex-ed.

Memo to the janitor:

Dead leaves in the back yard

still need to be raked.

Garbage cans overflowing.

Deposit bottles everywhere.

Yes. - Mr. Badebrecht from

the dept. of education. - Send him in.

I want the

dept. of education ad campaign

it's perfect PR for Goethe High.

You're almost level

with Schiller school.

To beat them, you need

an international class trip.

We're going to the North Sea.

Don't kid yourself.

You need something international.

An emerging nation.

Human rights and so on.

Stick your finger into the wound

of a global educational disaster.

Your Goethe High needs to step up.

So sorry. I can't help

thinking about our time together.

Eckhard, the school

needs all my energy.

In two weeks, we decide which school

gets the dept. of education ad campaign.

Gudrun.

- Eckhard.

Show Erika who's

the better principal.

Right.

Oh, Ploppi, you have to pick up garbage?

Daniel, put the toys back in the box.

They're for poor Thai children.

Ms. Meyer, you can't switch to the enemy

and then hang around here.

Just chatting.

- Don't care.

How's the Schiller school?

Enjoying it?

Long smoke breaks,

good coffee, rich parents?

Yes. All I really wanted

was to lead the choir.

I offered you that.

You offered to re-name remedial German.

So, couldn't you sing the alphabet?

What's blocking the escape route?

The Schiller school is collecting toys

for its partner school in Thailand.

I want it gone by tomorrow.

And no smoking here.

You look like a parrot.

What parrot?! I'll give you parrot!

Leave Ploppi alone!

- She touched and bit me!

She can't do that!

- He said I looked like a parrot.

He's an ugly f***er with his man purse.

Chantal, watch your mouth,

or else we'll make an example of you.

Make a what?

- Don't know.

Mr. Miller, I still need

your certificate of conduct.

Forgot it at home. I'll bring it.

- Good.

How did 10B's internships go?

I wanted a job for intellectually...

- Ouch!

I was with the cops. Sucked.

I couldn't even drive of the police car.

- What weren't you allowed TO drive?

Of the police car. - Daniel: grammar!

- No, I think it was an Opel.

I can't wait for the reports.

Of course, I'll correct them.

There's trash here.

Ms. Schnabelstedt, as environmental

watch, you're endangering our eco-badge.

Shut up!

I'll take care of it.

Ploppi!

- Quit it!

You could've at least noted

the easy spelling mistakes.

Yeah.

F***ing job,

handing in a new form every day.

If you would invest only 50% of your

criminal energy into lesson prep.

You didn't mention

teaching was so much work. - Yes.

Getting up early!

Here we go again! Another depressive

episode, like the therapist said.

No.

- Come on.

No!

'Yes!

I'm not sure if this one

should be lower.

Grotesque.

I'd rather own a bar.

- You can't afford a bar.

You'll work until 10B graduates...

or at least tries to.

That could take decades.

I asked, you'd get a loan.

We've discussed it.

You can quit.

But only when you've saved up

enough money to build a life.

It's important to me.

You need to learn to finish things,

or you'll end up back in prison.

Laura, turn the music down!

Since she's been seeing Daniel,

all she listens to are ridiculous 'raps'.

Laura Katharina Schnabelstedt!

In other news, a prison inmate

died in the hospital yesterday.

Mustafa K. fell six meters to his death

after using a bed sheet

to escape.

He was imprisoned

in 2012 for a robbery and

police assault shortly after the arrest.

I saw it.

What letter?

What does it say?

Dunno, I only read the first line,

'for Zeki.' - Where'd you get it?

Somebody smuggled it out of prison.

A fat guy came by with it.

He said he still owes Musti.

If I'm shot trying to escape,

my loot is in your tank.

That's it?

Give some to Charlie!

So sweet! - You wrote that. I'm not

stupid. Different color and writing.

Whoops. You got me.

You're supposed

to wash the car, not the dog! - Shut up.

I don't get it.

- We were running.

We split up. 'Cash for me

diamonds for you.' Hide them.

Then we both came to you.

He got busted on the way,

put the loot in my tank

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