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Hey!
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ!
Grab my hand.
Reach out.
Alright.
Try again.
Come on!
I'll get some help.
30 YEARS LATER
Dust it off.
Morning, guys.
We get out and get rid of all the unnecessary stuff.
You know what I mean.
Just as the rules say.
Follow me.
All electronic devices, please!
-Julek Rosiejka. -Spell it.
R-O-S-I-E-J-K-A.
Just kidding.
-Sokołowski. -Like the sausages producer?
I hate them.
-Next! -Kowalczyk.
-Thanks. -Czajka.
Move it, guys! We have better things to do.
And the tablet. Come on, chop chop!
-And if it gets lost? -You get lost.
Aniela Turek.
-Wait! -Aniela Turek.
-I'll take it. -Check.
Wójcik.
-Speed it up! Name? -Wrońska.
Why so sad? You are at camp.
-Zosia Wolska. -Another one.
Take your luggage and gather here!
Move along, buddy. Come on.
-Next. -Take your luggage off the bus!
Chop chop, get some life into it, move it!
Some of you are here for the second or even the third time.
Robert.
I am not surprised.
It makes me happy, though.
You know it's worth it and it's fun.
I want this camp to be a kind of holiday for you.
We'll have fun, we'll make new friends,
we'll enjoy the nature, while dealing with our problems.
Why are you here?
Because you're addicted to your smartphones and laptops!
To electronics, to technology!
Is it really so hard be offline?
This camp will demonstrate that apart from being easy,
it is awesomely pleasant and fantastic!
You'll learn new skills.
You'll rediscover yourselves.
Kids, a hearty welcome
to our offline survival and trekking camp Adrenaline.
Bravo!
-Here you go. -Draw your numbers!
Go on.
The numbers represent different groups.
-What's the best one? -Each group has a different task,
but there is one goal and common objective…
adventure!
You'll be off into the wild on your own.
Away from civilization.
I'm four too.
Facing the wildlife dangers every step of your way.
You will meet savage beasts. Maybe even some local madmen.
A week of adventure and awesome fun. Your one and only chance!
All of which is offline!
Adrenaline!
It's out of tune, check it out.
Robert.
-Mustard only. -Is there any vegan sausage?
Fuck, I don't eat meat!
It's all right.
Play it.
-With mustard. -Mustard and ketchup for me.
-Smaller or bigger sausage? -A bigger one.
Let's sing together now.
-Ketchup, mustard? -Mustard.
You all know this one.
-With bread or without? -With.
-Join in. -With bread.
A week off of Instagram is really cool.
You don't get the info
about who's in New York, on Bali, in Sri Lanka,
who's running the marathon,
who's having halibut with sun-dried tomatoes and green pepper.
This makes me feel stupid, because I only run
when the elevator is out of order, stay home and eat noodles with ketchup.
And here you know nothing. Pure detox.
Hey.
Ewa, come on!
Attention, campers!
Fifteen minutes to lights-out!
ADRENALINE – OFFLINE TREKKING CAMP
Wakey-wakey, guys!
-Hot water is on! -Coming!
Hey, that's my paper!
MEN'S ROOM
God Almighty, I'm asking You,
through the Blessed Virgin and all the Holy Angels,
grace us with the will to chase away the evil
from those young addicted hearts.
Through the Passion of our Lord Jesus, His holy blood He shed for us,
through His wounds and His agony.
Jesus, send down your angels, so they may drive…
the sinister forces of civilization into the depths of Hell.
Let Your Kingdom enter the hearts of your servants
and relieve them of their evil addictions.
Hi!
I'm Iza, your group leader.
Girls, are you comfortable?
Thank you.
We're off for a three-day hike. It's a heck of a trip,
so we stay close, we make an effort, we keep up, and no one lags behind.
Is that clear?
Who is the slowest one in the group?
And why is everyone looking at... What's your name?
-Julek. -Julek?
He'll surprise you all, you'll see. Well, off we go!
Hi there.
Your necklace looks just like T-800.
Excuse me?
T-800. Arnold from The Terminator.
No, that's just a family memento.
But it really looks like T-800. And you look a bit like Sarah Connor.
Wasn't she a blonde?
I mean your face.
-Do you play any sports? -Nope.
-Do you? -Ah, you know...
not much.
You look athletic, though.
Ah, you know...
In my spare time...
Right!
Gym and pool every day, and weekend marathons, huh?
Yeah.
A bit of swimming, a bit of cycling.
Hey, Daniel?
What?
-Are you a selfie fan? -Jesus!
What?
Do you like taking selfies?
-Fuck off, pal. -You do, don't you?
-Do you shave your legs too? -Bartek, leave him be.
-Daniel? -I'll shave yours.
Cyclists shave, maybe you are a pro.
-Bartek! -Maybe you like sucking dick.
Jesus! Bartek!
-Are you nuts? -What was that?
Everything okay? You're just like him.
Okay.
Alright. Let's get it cleaned up.
Right so. Enough.
Give me two of those.
You're not so eloquent now.
Okay.
And now...
Gosh, I have no scissors.
All set. Let's move.
Can you get up?
-Sorry. -I got carried away.
Can I go for a quick pee?
Hurry up.
Let's get ready.
Backpacks on.
Help me.
Oh shit!
Fuck me!
Shit.
Come over here!
-Hunters? -Nope.
Not hunters.
A carnivore of some sort.
A big one.
Fifteen thousand people disappear in Poland each year,
a third of them in the woods.
-We'll beat the statistics. -That's not funny.
Is this your first time in a forest?
-Relax. -That's right.
Animals don't attack for no reason. And Totter-Tot will protect us.
Let's move on!
That deer was something else, huh?
Did you watch An American Werewolf in London?
It goes like this:
two guys go hiking through the woods, just like us now.
They walk and hear a kind of growling.
Like a dog, a rabbit, or a wolf.
They ignore it and walk on.
And there's that growling again, kind of circling them.
They keep walking, and one of them gets attacked!
He gets his arm bitten off...
Daniel?
-Yeah? -I have no idea how to do it.
Maybe like this?
I'll do it.
I need to bathe, I feel icky after that walk.
Julek, why are you here?
-Games. -Computer games?
And console ones.
Go on, Julek.
Everyone shares.
Go on.
I play games.
The second best player in Poland.
I stream, I run a YouTube channel.
-I planned... -How many subs?
-…championships in Korea. -How many subs?
-I have a channel too. -Exactly 900,334.
And you?
-More or less the same. -Julek, go on.
You mentioned Korea.
I was planning to take part in the championship games,
but my parents cut me off the internet and sent me here.
-On probation. -There are camps in Korea too.
Joke.
You can win half a million dollars.
So, you dropped out of school, because...
you overdid the internet, right?
Anyone else flunk out for this reason?
Nobody.
Just like I thought. And I heard that all of you did.
And it's Zosia's turn.
Zosia Wolska.
What have we here?
Zosia.
Let's leave that for tomorrow.
Or whenever you'd like. Okay?
-Hear that? -What is it?
-Shush, shush... -Something's out there.
Sit!
Stay put.
Miss Iza?
-Yeah? -Be careful.
Good idea.
What a cutie.
A little fox.
I wish you'd seen him. Enough for today.
-You all shit your pants. -Bedtime!
Puffety puff.
That's better.
Jesus.
Wanna give me a heart attack?
I can't sleep with all that noise.
What noise?
All those crickets, owls,
ticks and what not.
-And how about you? -Just chillin'.
So I see. Give me a hit.
You smoke?
We have similar names.
Really?
Daniel, Aniela. Add a D, take away the A.
Coincidence? I don't think so. Do you have a girlfriend?
No. I mean, yes.
Sometimes. You know how it is.
No, I don't.
Well…
I date several girls. Depends on the day.
Got something too.
You know what it is?
So?
-Meaning? -You want me to help you?
No, there's no need… I mean…
No.
I don't need help.
What's wrong?
Nah... nothing.
You're gay?
No.
I just...
It's the nerves.
I dunno.
No...
You're a virgin?
-And you said you had someone. -I did.
Over the Internet.
So you've only had cybersex?
Sorry.
In that case, call me "Teacher."
How was it?
I need to crash.
But we'll do it again, right?
We'll see. Goodnight!
Thanks.
Wait.
Let's get this out.
Right.
Before falling asleep.
Julek! Wake Zosia and Daniel up.
-He's not here. -What do you mean?
Just like that. He's not in his tent.
-Maybe he went to shave his legs. -So where is he?
Anyone seen Daniel?
-Did he say he was leaving? -How should I know?
-Who's seen him last? -Maybe something happened to him?
Alright. Who was the last person to see him?
Me. We sat by the water together.
And?
Now I'm pregnant.
Show me the exact spot.
That's not mine.
-What else did you two do? -Nothing.
You had to do something.
We sat, we chatted, I went to bed.
That's cool.
What did you talk about?
Just piss off.
-Why won't you tell me? -Fuck off.
Take a look.
Looks like blood.
-That's massive. -What's up?
Blood.
No, that is...
-What? -That's probably sap.
-That color sap? -Sure, a lot of trees secrete juices.
-What are they called? -They don't grow in Poland.
-They sometimes do. -Like where?
-Like here. -That's blood.
No. That's...
Listen, stop panicking, alright?
-We should look for him. -Or head back.
Okay, go back and look.
Let's take a vote. I say we get back.
Stop panicking. Alright.
Bartek and Aniela stay here in case Daniel shows up.
Don't go anywhere, clear?
-Zosia and I will look around. -So we're splitting up?
-We have to. -Can I say something?
-Be brief. -In horror movies,
when groups split up, people die.
Julek, please!
Relax.
I'd feel more relaxed if we called the police.
We have no phones.
If we don't find him in an hour, we'll head back to base. Clear?
-Yeah. -Let's go.
-And what about me? -I don't know... stay.
Wait for the police.
What a bummer.
Daniel!
-Can I say one more thing? -No!
In horror movies, there are six deadly sins.
Curiosity. "I wonder what's inside, Let's take a peep."
Disbelief.
"It's just my imagination, no need to fear."
Confidence. "I'm going inside. Why shouldn't I?"
That was number three.
Number four: unattractive people never survive.
Five: sex.
Sex is a death sentence.
And six: splitting up, just like we are doing now.
Let me.
Thanks.
What if they don't come back?
Why wouldn't they?
No idea.
Hypothetically.
If we were left alone here…
what would you do?
What's that?
Let's go in.
-But it's private property. -Julek!
Give it a break. Maybe they've seen Daniel.
I won't fit through.
Hello?
What a fucking mess.
Good morning!
Is anybody here?
Excuse me.
No one's here; let's go back.
-Did you hear that? -Yes.
Hi, little one.
Wait...
Miss Iza...
Zosia, be careful.
Oh, Jesus.
Someone's coming!
Let's fucking run!
-He's coming! -Hide, quick!
Someone's fucking coming!
Quiet!
Be quiet.
-Calm down. Get a grip. -Fuck.
Quick!
I can't climb!
Hurry up!
Hurry!
Miss Iza!
Run!
Come on, you pizzaface motherfucker!
-Fuck. -Miss Iza?
I always knew I was gay.
You just feel it.
But still, I need to hide it.
Try being gay in this country.
It sucks.
-Don't take it to heart. -Seriously?
You're a nice, intelligent guy.
I am constantly being labeled too.
A dumb bimbo, a blonde.
Just good enough for a fuck.
But I just ignore the rules, and I'm happy with it.
But deep inside, I wish I could find...
true love.
A real true love.
Is he chasing us?
Now what?
I don't know.
It's fucking over. What are we going to do?
Fucking locals, B class Poland. What am I doing here?
I told you all not to come here!
But nobody listened! I want to go home!
Pull it together.
Julek.
It will be alright, okay? Just calm down.
-We should go back for Daniel's phone. -No, let's not do that.
Please.
Okay, listen. Here's what we'll do.
We'll move on and we'll find some help.
We can do this.
Promise?
Promise.
My father is so blind...
He'd sooner believe I was a far right extremist than a faggot.
I guess that's his fantasy of me.
Even when I invite a boyfriend home…
he thinks it's just a buddy.
If I ever grabbed my "buddy's" butt in front of him,
he'd be likely to think... I don't know.
He'd take it for a macho goodbye.
The guy is...
so fucking out of touch with reality.
Let's go back to Aniela and Bartek, if they're still alive.
-Don't say that! -We wouldn’t find them anyway.
We have no idea where we are, we're running in circles.
If the fat guy doesn't kill us, starvation will.
I can't imagine us fishing, eating moss, hunting, or mushroom picking.
-Poor Miss Iza-- -Shut it!
Hello?
Open up!
Good morning. Will you help us?
Our friends are dead.
There was an accident, we need help. Will you let us in?
The door!
Is there a phone here? We need to make a call.
Tell me what happened.
I don't know how to say it, as this will sound weird...
-You won't believe us anyway. -I've seen many strange things.
We stumbled upon this huge fucker, all crooked and deformed.
He attacked us, and then killed our friend and our guide.
What? "Killed"?
Something is fucked up, and people are dying.
Have you been drinking? Taking drugs?
No.
Alright.
Calm down.
I can't calm down! I need to call the police or somebody!
Or else we're doomed.
Sit down.
I don't have a phone.
I have a cellphone, but we're out of range.
Let's try the landline.
No signal.
We've been having some violent storms lately.
We will go to the police station.
But you claim that people are getting killed.
So would that be really safe?
Calm down.
Come on.
There.
Hi again.
I remember you from last year.
I know your kind.
Clingy…
Enticing...
Ready to lure others in.
You are a bit like…
the plague.
Wait here.
Jesus!
You don't know who you're dealing with.
I first encountered them a long time ago.
I have a souvenir after that meeting.
I'll keep it till death.
"Them"?
Two of them.
What?
Once there was a family living in those parts.
A mom and her two boys. Twins.
They led a rather poor life, but they loved each other dearly.
They were happy.
And everything was fine until one fateful afternoon.
"Once upon a time,
in her gloomy hut
there lived a witch as ugly as a bat.
She ate little girls for breakfast,
and little boys for dinner.
She'd ride her broom
to the village and back,
to stuff plump little children into her great big sack.
But before they reached the pot,
she would sing this to them:
Nobody sleeps in the woods tonight.
Nobody sleeps in the woods tonight."
Goodnight.
-Goodnight, mommy. -Nobody sleeps in the woods tonight...
Nobody sleeps in the woods tonight.
In the name of…
Boys?
She was in a shock.
She put them in chains and locked them in the cellar,
so that no one ever found out.
And so that they'd never come out.
Years passed and she fed them and hid them.
Until she lost her mind.
Anyone would go insane.
Poor dear woman, innocent as a lamb.
All fucked up.
We really have to go and get some help.
Stay here, if you want to survive.
I have some food and ammo.
And we would just wait?
-Maybe it's not such a bad idea? -You're free to go.
It will take you two days to get to the nearest village.
As you wish.
Your choice.
We have to act.
Let's get Daniel's phone. We have no choice.
Zosia, be careful.
-What's he doing? -Get back!
-Is he there? -Shush!
Get a grip! Here's what we're going to do.
-We wait for him to leave. -He may take a week.
Do you have a better idea?
Julek!
I'll make some noise up front and you go in.
-Alright. -I distract him, you grab the phone.
Okay.
No, wait!
-What if he chases you? -I'll run.
-See you in a moment. -Julek…
can you run?
Zosia, we can do it, right?
We can do it.
-Alright. -Wait!
Take this. Just in case.
Open up, you fat asshole!
Let her go!
I'm sorry.
Julek!
Fuck!
Julek!
Wait, I'll call for help, just wait. It will be alright.
Hush, hush...
What?
I don't understand.
I don't understand a word.
Everything will be fine.
It will be fine.
Sarah Connor...
That's not from The Terminator.
That's Captain Walrus.
I found him on summer holiday I spent with my parents.
My sister called him Captain Walrus, you know.
Put an end to this, please.
Finish me off.
No. I can't.
No...
No!
Come on in... you motherfucker.
The last call I had: a panicked guy called
saying a black guy was repairing the waterworks.
And a woman was driving a bus.
A woman behind the wheel?
Once in a blue moon something serious happens.
I catch a drunk shithead driving.
And it always turns out that his father is someone important.
And I get massive shit instead of a medal.
Dear officer, this is Poland, not Miami Vice.
Last time I used a firearm?
At a training, in 1992.
My brother joined the force too,
but he said, "Fuck it", and opened a repair garage.
Good thing, 'cause I can fix the car. At my expense.
I keep applying for a new one.
Nothing.
And that's how I serve the force.
The fucking life runs through my fingers day in and day out.
And I achieved nothing.
Right.
So… I'll be going, hon.
See you on Tuesday.
Thank you, sweetie.
Two thirty seven?
Two thirty seven, over.
Keep your eyes peeled for Mariusz and his brother.
Someone saw them in World War II uniforms
celebrating Hitler's birthday in the woods.
-God! -Help!
Help me!
-Please help! -Child…
What happened? What's wrong?
Are you hurt?
Shit!
I'll be right back.
Officer!
Mister?
Are you alright?
Officer!
Son of a bitch!
Drop it! Police!
Fuck!
The anthem.
How does it start?
Golden rays glow all around us
The white eagle upward goes
Let us raise our heads in pride
See the emblem, see the cross!
We shall build a brand new Poland…
Wait, here's the tricky part.
-We're... -Well?
-We're the future, we're the hup! -The "hub".
"Hub".
God, honor, and fatherland!
God, honor and fatherland!
-I hear you. -I love Poland.
Hey.
A boar?
A boar. Light it up.