Wild Republic

What happened?

No idea, we just found him here.

- What did you do? - Nothing to do with me, man.

- I didn't do it... - She called the cops.

You stay out of it!

E2 to E4.

Everything OK?

You feeling sick?

The blonde girl next to me is feeling sick.

Jessica. It's cool you look out for her.

- Come sit with me. - Shut it.

Here.

Thank you.

It's a ten-minute walk to our starting point,

where you get your outdoor clothes and equipment,

and hand over your phones.

Let's go.

Kim moves F6 to C4.

Cool, nice move.

- Big man. - What?

- You talking to me? - Yeah.

Yeah?

Treat them rough, huh?

- Are you her protector? - You gonna hit me? Go for it.

- What now? - You're out.

- What? - You're not coming.

- Chill, I'm just messing. - He's going home.

I was only messing.

You're here voluntarily, you know the rules.

- What the fuck? - Easy.

- It's not his fault she can't walk. - You want to go home too?

- You know violence is off-limits. - This is bullshit.

For Marco, the trip's already over.

I'd like you all to stay the full eight weeks,

but I'm also fine with fewer of you.

Let's go.

- What'll happen to him? - He'll go home and serve his sentence.

Your clothes go in here. Yu get them back at the end, OK?

Same goes for you, Jessica.

You can get changed over there.

Kim, your clothes go in the box, OK?

Clothes in the box, I get them back at the end.

- Correct, Ron. - Thank you.

Have fun.

Steffi...

They've gotta be kidding.

Better than a bullet in your head.

Hunters...

D1 to H5.

- Go over to Georg. - Turn around. I need to pat you down.

Hands up.

Took me ages to find the right size.

Grab your backpack.

Turn around.

Hands in the air while I pat you down.

Everything in the box.

Anything else?

Rebecca will do a final check.

- Don't touch me. - It's OK.

- If you have something, hand it over. - I don't.

I'll pat you down.

- Don't touch me. - I need to pat you down.

H5 to F7. Checkmate.

I'm out. Go beat someone else. Stay out of trouble till I get back.

Love you.

Done?

Done.

Where are you?

He'll be here any second. Hurry up.

Pick up, pick up, pick up...

- Kim? - Yes.

And... row!

And... row!

Hello.

I'm Johann.

You can call me Baumi.

You're at one with nature now. You are the mountains.

The trees, the animals.

Take a good look around. I'm taking you into the wilderness.

If all goes well, you'll get out too.

Did you all get that?

Baumi is here for our safety. It's best if we just do as he says.

And don't forget... row!

Good.

Row!

Punishing someone is usually an expression of helplessness.

According to Lars Sellien's book which looks at juvenile offenders.

Mr. Sellien, you hope eight-week nature trips will reform young criminals.

- Why do you think they need our help? - Firstly, I'm not "reforming" anyone.

But you believe in the good in the criminals?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to sugarcoat it.

Most of them are... self-absorbed, manipulative, anti-social,

and often a danger to society.

So, what gives you hope?

Juvenile offenders develop strong behavioral patterns.

They will automatically reoffend. We need to break that behavioral pattern.

We can do that by spending time with them in the mountains.

We change their routine, seek out their true personality.

That's all theoretical blather.

Tell that to the officers who take the hit.

Punishment is necessary.

I wouldn't be who I am today if my father hadn't kept me in line.

- You support corporal punishment? - I didn't say that.

You were beaten, Mr. Bäumler? So was I.

I haven't forgotten a single blow.

But friction generates warmth.

Warmth and closeness were alien concepts to my father.

I sometimes even provoked a beating.

To show him what I could endure, so he would finally be close to me.

The harder he beat me, the closer I got to him.

Do you know the feeling?

You know what I mean?

Punishment is such a complex and subtle interaction.

It has never made people better.

On the contrary. It leads to more crime and more violence in the world.

- What's wrong? - Why would anything be wrong?

Are you clean?

I did the test.

When did you last take it?

Withdrawals will be tough here.

- What are you doing? - I'll take this.

Do you at least know what you took?

Drink some water.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Kim... I'm driving. - Only on the parking lot.

- He's really good. - I'll call the cops, you prick.

- My brother is disabled. - I found him strolling along the highway.

For real?

Why are you not at home?

Chris, I'm talking to you.

He didn't want to get on the bus. Some guys were bullying him.

You picked him up?

Thanks, that's... nice of you.

No worries. I know his face.

And yours.

Mine?

Let's say... I've been buying less recently.

But coming more often.

So you've been stalking me?

Yeah, you could say so.

It's a little slushy here.

Don't touch me.

- Mind your own business. - Sorry.

Give me that. Thanks.

Ever been in the mountains, Marvin?

Piece of shit tent.

Could you give me a hand?

Come on, I don't want to sleep outside.

- When do we get to eat? - Your ingredients are in your backpack.

- Those hardtacks? - You get pasta for good conduct.

Drink lots of water. It's even more important at high altitude.

This tent is driving me crazy.

Shit.

Wake up!

- You need to wake up. - Shit.

I'll take her legs. Let's get her inside the tent.

Or should I mind my own damn business?

Come on...

- Hi! - Hi!

Update from camp one. Everyone tired, everything going to plan.

And you? How was the show?

Good. It was fine.

Marco's out.

It was to be expected. Not good.

How are you doing?

Good. I'm fine.

- Do you feel sick? Nauseous? - What?

Lars?

Do you feel sick?

What's wrong?

I just checked the mail.

There was this letter...

I opened it by mistake, I thought it was for me.

It contained some lab results.

Let me quote:

"The high hCG levels in the patient's blood indicates pregnancy."

- Why didn't you tell me? - I only just found out myself.

No. Not like this.

And not now, Rebecca. We had a deal.

- I know, Lars. - We had a deal... a baby?

Why...

- You shouldn't have gone. - I can't talk now.

- Let's do this some other time. - We can't, you're not here.

- I'll call tomorrow, okay? Bye. - Don't hang up...

- Are we disturbing? - Not at all. Everything okay?

Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Okay... E2. E2, E3.

- Your bro's a crazy guy. - He has superpowers.

- He's real brainy, doesn't belong here. - E2, E3.

Okay, E3. Do you have superpowers too?

F1, H3.

Stage fright. Pity it's not in the Olympics.

- You don't belong here either. - G1, F3.

I'm imagining a nice house in the countryside.

With a garden and a dog.

- Maybe a Dalmatian. - A Dalmatian?

Yeah.

And kids who can do whatever they like. Not go to school if they don't want to.

E3, E4.