Fack ju Goehte 2 Page #5

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And, here, my fanny pack.

Mr. Miller! Mr. Miller!

Mr. Woelki! Mr. Woelki!

Get him, Mr. Miller!

Break it up!

Burak, Danger, grab Mr. Miller!

- Let me go!

What?

- You f***er!

The outing was really sweet.

We saw lots of slanty-eyed people,

but we can't say that

since we used to be Nazis.

Victory!

Maybe someday they'll dig up our houses

and an archeologist will find

the MP3 player I lost 6 weeks ago.

Sh*t!

You have one night

to get that thing back. - Why?

No questions!

Ms. Schnabelstedt says

I should consider what I do.

You can ask

if you plan to shoot someone.

Why do you care about our mascot anyway?

Don't question me!

It's annoying.

He's going psycho.

I'm not going psycho.

No, not there, it tickles.

Mr. Miller, I walked all the way back.

But I couldn't find your mobile, sorry.

Shitty camp.

Why did we come at all,

if he didn't even feel like it?

She bit me, that whore!

I'm not a whore!

Quiet or I'll smack you!

Calm down!

Ooh, cool nails.

Where's the mascot?

OK.

She's not talking.

OK, time for waterboarding.

- Hold her hands!

Enough, she wants to talk.

You're sick!

She wants more.

No, no, no. My mobile!

No.

I'll tell you where it is, you c*nts.

Tsk, so abusive suddenly.

Go!

OK. Mr. Miller f***ed up.

If my sister finds out, she'll flip.

If they tell Ms. Gerster,

he'll be sacked.

Maybe he murdered someone.

He almost killed Mr. Woelki.

We need to know. it's our right.

No sh*t, you just talked

like a thing...

lawyer.

- Yeah.

Done.

- I could've done that.

But I don't have my computer.

You looking for this?

Go!

Did you kill somebody for these?

Are you nuts?

- You were leaving? - What?

You promised

to teach us until we graduate.

Give me the diamonds.

You're not getting them!

So how does it work?

Like I said, put your arm in here.

But it's not dangerous, right?

- No, it's fun. You'll see.

Hey, dipshit!

Hey! Are you crazy!

You motherfuckers are not

screwing me again. Danger, stop!

F***!

He's coming! Zigzag!

Faster, Danger!

It's broken.

I can't.

- You can't?

Watch it, cliffs!

Get off the boat!

No! The diamonds, motherfuckers!

F***!

Are you dead?

No!

- Good.

Then I can kill you,

f***ing kids.

Man, Mr. Miller.

We were trying to help you

not to do something stupid!

You're so stupid! Especially you!

You're not gifted

as you might've noticed today!

I can think of 5 million things

better than spending

one more hour teaching you.

Like being crapped on and castrated!

If you don't stop,

I'll tell Ms. Gerster you're a criminal!

Watch it!

You should watch it!

Or you might be out of a job.

I'm quitting anyway.

The next teacher won't keep his mouth shut

when no parent shows up to parents night?

Or you shove ping-pong balls

up yourselves, or get plastered?

De-escalation!

- What?

As a trained conflict mediator,

I suggest

we all sit down and write down

which expectations aren't being met.

I'm not a teacher.

I can't do this.

And I'll never be able to.

Do you think

he seriously meant I'm stupid?

Two beers.

- You only get a beer with a tire.

All I want is a beer.

What kind of sh*t shop only

sells beer with a tire?

Exit the water before the last curve.

There's a waterfall.

Come on, shut up!

Did you tell him about the monkey?

- No, he was a shithead.

What if he never comes back?

Who cares, let him die.

Piss off!

- That's my bag!

That's mine!

What, man? I'm taking a sh*t.

My phone! Hands off!

Chanti, she's got my bag.

Leave those!

Those' re ours, stop, stop'.!

Danger, you loser!

I don't have a back-up!

My YouTube videos!

Sh*t, my nude pictures!

F*** your phones! This would never

have happened with Mr. Miller.

I told you we should look for him.

He left us, remember.

- So you never flip out?

Without him, you wouldn't even

be in school anymore. Come on.

Like, today!

Splitting up makes sense, Chantal!

So sorry I'm not the FBI!

You go with them,

or they won't even look.

Mr. Miller!

He rented a tire and bought beer.

Which way did he go?

- The river only flows one way.

Yeah, maybe in Germany!

You have to steer, Chanti!

- Careful.

Faster!

Why're we going backwards?

- No!

Mr. Miller!

We.

re sorry'

Mr. Miller!

Mr. Miller!

Danger!

Wa-te r-fall!

Waterfall ahead, you idiot.

We need to get out,

the waterfall's coming!

My God, my God, my God.

Hold on!

There he is! There's Mr. Miller!

- Mr. Miller!

Human chain!

Danger, Chanti, careful!

He's dead. He's not breathing.

Etienne, do CPR,

you know everything!

30x cardiac massage

and 2x ventilation.

On the mouth, Chantal!

Do it!

Isn't the heart more up here?

I need a paper bag,

I'm hyperventilating.

Remember on The Real World,

when she died?

What? - There was the club owner

married to the porn star,

and her implant exploded

and she had to be revived.

Yeah, so do it the way they did.

I don't remember, I was

making out with Volkan. - He's dying!

No!

Please Mr. Buddha

and God and whoever else.

I'll finish school, I swear.

And I'll give

my sister the 30 euros back.

And I'll never steal eye shadow again.

Please, please, don't let him die.

I'll read anything you want!

Chantal, use your fist!

Goethe, Schiller and Kamuz!

I swear you're so medical!

Yeah, huh?

Want a pick-me-up?

If you take it with wine,

it really works.

My mom always takes one

when she's too tired to shop.

And it works.

But she usually only buys underwear.

Chantal, stop feeling me up.

Please don't kill yourself again,

Mr. Miller, OK?

I didn't kill myself.

A monkey shot me.

A monkey?

Like in a movie? Could he talk?

I didn't mean to piss you off.

Are you all OK?

- No.

Certain pieces of my clothing

need to be replaced. They got wet.

I shouldn't have yelled at you guys,

I'm sorry.

But the diamonds are my future, OK?

I inherited them and I need them back.

What did you mean

you can't be a teacher?

That it was a great time,

but it's over now.

Man, I just can't do this.

It's way too much - Responsibility?

Yeah, maybe. - But you're

the best teacher in the world.

Yeah. - I don't even understand

the books we're supposed to read.

I started reading that 'Faust.'

I looked at it and thought,

what is this?

You'll never graduate with me

as your teacher. - Without you either.

Besides, you can't give up.

You would not be a a role model.

Are you afraid you're not good enough?

What are you after?

- Just answer.

I don't have to answer a child.

He lacks objectivity.

And he has massive complexes.

We should call our parents.

You're not calling anyone

until I have my diamonds!

None of you! Or I'll sell you

to a Cambodian textile mill.

Forever 21?

No name.

Dive!

I can't see the bottom.

It's a billion meters deep.

Your asses weren't even under water.

I can't breathe.

Diving is unnatural.

My body refuses.

That's from smoking five butts

at recess, you pubescent seniors!

So you do it!

Peace, not piss!

Stop this sh*t!

They already attacked us once,

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