He does look a bit like a pig.
PREVIOUSLY
-He's licking my boob, look. -Same here.
Sounds weird, but a mother pig has her own scent.
-So I smell like a pig? -It could be the case.
-Filthy pigs. -Look at this.
This is actually disgusting, sorry.
They eat everything. Even corpses.
If you pass out or collapse here, they'll all eat you up.
€100.
That's it. I'm not getting out of bed tomorrow.
-He can go to hell. -An empty chair.
-Lisa's still fast asleep. -Asleep?
I don't want to see that farmer. He'd get a smack on the head if he said anything.
If she weren't my friend, I'd have kicked her out.
-Will you vote for me? -Why?
I don't want Yordi to go. Vote for me, not for Yordi.
Keep him in the game.
Marc, Iris.
For one of you, the adventure ends here.
I'm sorry, Marc.
HEELS IN THE HAY
For one of you, the adventure ends here.
I'm sorry, Marc,
for you, the hard work isn't over yet.
-Iris... -I knew it.
...you're going home today.
I'm not into those mind games,
where you have to wonder if you can trust someone or not.
No, that's just not my thing.
-Safe travels, dear Iris. -Bye, Iris.
-Bye. -Bye.
I never win anything, and once again, I lose.
Well, shit happens.
I'm used to it by now.
That'll happen to me all my life.
Yordi was pale as a ghost.
Damn, that was intense, dude.
Yordi, soldier, dude. Come here, bro.
-But... -Yeah.
Yeah, that's it for now.
Yeah. Yordi...
I'm just happy I get to enjoy this with you all.
Aw, "I'm just happy."
I'm going to make the most of these days with you all.
-Yes. -It'll be fine.
-It'll be fine. The Holy spirit. -Holy spirit.
-It was razor-close. -Unbelievable.
It's already the third day among the pigs in Bathmen.
Marc-Junior had a plan, and it worked.
His new best friend Yordi is safe,
and he also made it through another round.
But they're not exactly well-loved.
The plan worked.
Yordi's still in the game.
We're still here. We got lucky. It was a close call, but hey, we made it.
-I really wanted to save Yordi yesterday. -Yeah.
-Wow. -What's up?
-Good morning, I didn't see you there. -Good morning, Yordi.
-What's up, bro? -Not much, you?
I'm all right, bro. The cards have been reshuffled.
Who knows, maybe there's another immunity scarf.
If so, I need to grab it, either for you or for me.
Yeah, we'll both have to vote for...
For Jasey.
-Don't say that in front of me. -Yeah, and this…
-Yeah. -I remember a certain gesture.
This is a direct attack on the team.
I've seen this gesture from Shani plenty of times.
I heard someone say the conjoined twins need to be separated.
Well, it's up to us to anticipate that.
On their journey through the Netherlands, the city influencers are tested daily
to see if they can handle farm life.
The grand prize is a pot of money that grows as they work.
Only one of them will win it in the end.
Right now, they've racked up over €14,000.
If no one complains today, they'll earn even more.
I'm curious to see what fun little task farmer Erik
and his son Tim have come up with now.
-I brought someone. -I see.
My son, Tim.
-Hey, Tim. -Your son?
-Yes. -Good day.
Guys, today you've actually got
a pretty tough day ahead.
Oh, boy.
We'd like to ask for your help with tasks
related to nitrogen regulations.
There are filters here.
-Tim, how often do we have to clean these? -Twice a year.
Once every six months.
We're here for a week,
and now they need replacing. No one's looking forward to that.
Who's leading the charge again? Yep, Marc-Junior and Yordi.
Exactly. The two of them have to take down the massive,
filthy nitrogen filters.
The others are tasked with pressure-washing everything clean.
All for a maximum of €150 per person,
which is serious money,
without the risk of getting eaten by the bite-happy pigs.
It stinks, dude.
This is unbelievable.
How do I get in here?
-Fuck. -It's fucking disgusting.
Pure ammonia. Disgusting stench, nauseating smell.
Here it comes.
-This one's a bit heavier, huh? -Yeah.
It was heavy. It was nasty,
all in all, it was just pure grunt work.
Take them off.
Is that actual shit?
-No, just grime. -All right.
The best way is to hold them upright while the other person flushes them out.
Move, Jase.
I think these are just grates filled with crap,
and we have to clean them,
not just one, but like 36,000.
At first, it looks satisfying to see everything wash away,
but I got sick of it after five minutes.
Jasey, can you tell if the water at the back...
It's still filthy.
The water got into my fucking suit.
It's disgusting. You have this waterproof suit on,
but it doesn't keep the water out. You spray and it runs into your suit.
You feel completely covered in brown sludge.
There's a bunch of filth coming off,
so it's really not a fun job.
-Shir, could you hold this? -Yes.
All the water's getting...
Shir.
I got my ankles caught in that garden hose
that doesn't even work, just lying there useless.
My knee, my shoulder, my palms, both my elbows,
all messed up.
Damn.
If I fall on my face one more time, I'm going home.
Hey, dude.
This is insane.
It's fucking disgusting. Shit all over me, piss,
who knows what else, all kinds of nasty waste.
We're not backing down. We need to convince the redhead.
-There he is. -Next one, guys.
If you stand there, you can take it outside. That'll go faster.
He was rushing us. "Shut up and keep working." That farmer mentality.
Help him out, Yordi.
No.
My filter.
Then one of them fell off the railing.
-I broke it. -That's penalty points, man.
-I see Erik looking cross-eyed. -Let's see how we're fixing that.
I thought, "Shit, that's penalty points."
Those filters I dropped, that's at least minus ten.
Yeah, bro. Fuck that, man.
-Right. -Look at what we have to go through.
I'm about to throw them all down.
I'm thinking to myself, "How is this even happening?"
"Do I really have to go through this? Does it have to be like this?"
I can't take it.
The smell is giving me a headache. This can't be good.
This is crazy. I'm quitting, sorry. ...off.
I'm done doing this. Forget it.
My head fucking hurts.
I don't ever get headaches.
I got Botox all over, haven't had a headache since.
Now I do, so it's definitely from the pig stench.
I don't know why I'm still here.
Erik, the smell is giving me a migraine attack.
-Seriously? -Yes, really.
You're just getting used to it.
It's not that bad.
I'm not sensitive, man, but this is really...
-It's next level. -It's inhumane.
Truly inhumane.
Not my face.
Down there, they're just standing around with the hose, hands on their hips,
One's sitting on the ground, the other's just standing there.
Someone's lazily spraying. The rest are just complaining,
and then there's me, sweating like crazy with Marc.
That's not fair.
Were you guys using the high-pressure washer?
-Yeah, the whole time. -Oh, boy.
Then there's a chance they'll break.
Look, some of it's already coming off.
-That was already like that. -Was it?
We haven't even sprayed that part yet.
Yeah… You really have to use low pressure.
This setting?
-That's it. -Yeah.
-Is this filter clean? -Almost, I think.
Farmer Erik is not very nice.
Do it yourself instead of sitting on that Clark all day, resting your fat ass.
He says we broke those things with the sprayer.
Not true. I didn't touch it.
Be grateful I cleaned it. Who does he think he is?
Completely out of his mind.
He's lost it. Must've inhaled too much nitrogen.
If he keeps acting up, the only new thing he'll be buying is teeth.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Farmer Erik and his son Tim have been watching the group,
handing out wages. Once again, money has been lost.
REMOVING/ CLEANING FILTERS
This time, though, it's thanks to muscle man Marc-Junior's mistake.
-Really intense. -Nitrogen overload.
-I don't think we should celebrate. -Me neither.
Shaan...
-That's pretty good. -Quite a lot.
-Pretty good. -125.
Finally.
Oh, my God.
I'm the only one with €150.
Everyone else had either 100 or 140,
but not 150.
I'm pretty sure Erik and I became buddies, yay.
Am I the lowest again?
€0, man.
-€0? -Thanks a lot.
-Because you dropped the panel. -What on earth is this?
That farmer is a real penny pincher, because something's not right here.
Classic farmer tricks.
-See? I told you, he's nasty. -Nasty.
Yeah, Marc, didn't you say, "Erik and I are one?"
Well, fuck him.
I love that he's not getting the full amount.
He needs to get his feet back on the ground.
Who does he think he is?
-This is not cool. -Fuck him, I don't care.
There's the redhead. Hey.
What kind of stunt is this, man?
What's that bullshit move, Tim? He won't even come outside.
-Coward. -Little coward.
I broke something, but I stood knee-deep in shit,
and still got €0. Might as well have stayed in bed.
In total, the job earned €765,
bringing the prize pot to €14,885.
But nobody cares right now.
The hard work is wearing out our city influencers.
Everyone's exhausted, but unfortunately, in Bathmen,
a local tradition is on the agenda, too.
Something everyone has to join in on if they want to win.
The break is short-lived because here comes Bertina,
the neighbor they made kruudmoes with.
-How nice. -What's the plan?
I'll tell you all about it.
I see Bertina coming and nearly have a heart attack.
I think, here she comes with her koolmoes, zuurkruudmoes,
whatever.
We're going to dance in traditional outfits.
Dancing? That's the worst thing ever.
That's fun.
-Did I get out of bed for this? -Fun.
To hear that I have to dance in some weird outfit.
We'll get to that part.
It's going to be hilarious,
because the people here wear super-weird clothes.
-You look like a cream puff. -Not exactly how it should be.
They really can't do this to you.
When I saw what Lisa was being dressed in, I thought,
"No way I'm doing this."
I came here to experience farm life,
not to make a fool of myself on a farm.
-I only dance in the club. -Shani?
I'm trying my best, calm down.
I couldn't handle the fact we had to wear those ridiculous outfits.
One clown nose away from joining the circus.
Oh, Shani. This is my moment of the day. Let's see.
I didn't enjoy it at all. I was in a foul mood.
We have street cred. Am I supposed to walk around in a dress here?
I do have some status, right?
But if I have to present myself like this, no one will ever take me seriously again.
I'm the only immigrant who has ever worn this.
I think so, too.
Yordi looks like a con man.
-Yordi looks like a con man. -Cars for sale.
My pants are falling down.
Yordi instantly ages 50 years when wearing that suit.
He looks like some kind of cheese farmer or something.
It kind of suits you.
They called me "con artist" and "cheese farmer,"
sometimes it all goes right over my head.
The folk dance association of Bathmen in Overijssel
is fading away.
The younger generation isn't interested in keeping this tradition alive.
Maybe it has something to do with the way they dance.
That's why they're in desperate need of new ideas.
-Wow. -Wow.
Hello.
-Hi, good morning. -Good morning.
Welcome.
First of all, you all look fantastic.
-Don't we? -Yeah.
Your task is to breathe new life into
the folk dance tradition of Bathmen.
We've been dancing since around 1920,
back when farm weddings took place on the farm.
That was a way and a place to meet your future partner.
-Dancing… -It was basically a mating dance.
ALLARD DANCING INSTRUCTOR
-That's what they called it. -Yeah.
Your task today
is to come up with a hip, modern choreography.
And of course, there's a prize at stake.
What a surprise.
The two best performers today,
according to these lovely people,
will win an extra vote in the next nomination round.
-So, Yordi, give it your best shot. -Yeah.
-Are you ready? -100 percent.
All right, then I'll leave you in the hands of this group.
We're already adapting to their traditional clothing,
so we'll teach them what we do in the club in the city.
That's twerking, whining, some whine and kotch...
Do you think it's disrespectful to let them drop to the floor?
-You can't do that with elderly people. -That's not okay.
It should be fun.
-You want them to drop to the floor and... -Yes.
No, that's...
Those poor people.
I feel bad that this group
has to come up with a dance
for all these people who are at least 80 years old.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
-New hips for everyone, all costs covered. -By him.
I wasn't afraid of breaking my hip. You?
-No. -He already has new knees.
-So, yeah. -I'm fully rebuilt.
Yeah. Fully refurbished.
Then the woman goes like this,
and the man goes like this.
One, two, three, four...
And the woman goes five, six, seven, eight.
They must have thought, "What have I gotten myself into?"
And then they slide, and go...
No way.
Well...
I thought, "Oh, my God, what am I doing?"
Poor people.
Don't look away.
-I won't be able to get up. -You will. I'll help you.
I got a new knee, that's not happening.
Let's practice. Seven, eight...
One, two, three, four...
-Yes. -Five, six,
seven, eight.
Who else gets to dance with elderly folks who are usually very well-behaved,
and now they're twerking on the ground? I love it.
One, two, three, four... To the floor.
All right, to the floor.
Everyone loved it. They were all shaking with their fake hips, like...
I loved seeing them shake their 80-year-old butts.
Five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four...
Compared to our choreography,
this was definitely a strange one.
One, two, three.
-Normally, I don't get on the floor. -We don't lie on the floor like that.
-Especially not with our legs in the air. -No.
Five, six, seven, eight.
-It's hot. -Yeah, this is making me hot.
-I'm proud of you, ma'am. -I'm proud of you too.
-That was fun. -I had a blast.
I have to say, it was a bit juicy for us,
-but it was manageable, you could tell. -Yeah.
Look, I'm sweating. But you're fine, right?
-No, not yet. -You're in great shape.
-It was fun. -A lot of fun.
-I like the hats. -Yeah.
Dear contestants, fantastic job.
Head back there for a moment,
so I can discuss with the dance group
who among you
will get an extra vote.
-Bye. -Bye.
Thank you.
Yeah, you know how to play this. Casanova.
-Well, that was an eventful afternoon. -It sure was.
Yeah.
They didn't complain at all.
You thought it was too much, but they love twerking.
They went all out, I saw all those little butts shaking.
Do we have to use an extra vote against each other?
Yeah, that sucks.
Snip, snip.
Do or die, bro.
The dancers will decide which influencers
they want in their group.
They will receive an extra vote in the next nomination round,
which could be crucial at this stage of the competition.
Dear contestants, there are only two winners.
And the first contestant
who fits right in on the farm,
-is you, Yordi. -Me?
I love you all.
Yeah, Yordi, right on.
You have a certain humility about you,
which really matches the people from this part of the Netherlands.
Thank you.
Yeah, very nice.
This prize is really important,
because I don't win much in life.
Just winning something for once is already great.
Having an extra vote for the next elimination could really come in handy.
The next winner
was good at counting, took the lead…
Do I need to say more?
Jasey.
Thank you.
I thought, "Yes, I got the extra vote, I really need it."
-Thank you. -Where's my partner?
Thank you.
-Congratulations. -Yes, thank you.
After weeks of working hard in extreme conditions,
in a world light-years away from their city life,
it's finally time to relax and enjoy.
They deserve it.
A beer at last.
Two bottles each, pretty tame if you ask me,
normally, I wouldn't even get out of bed for that,
but after all these days, they actually went down pretty well.
If we were to vote now, who would be the third person?
I have an idea, but I'll keep it to myself for now.
I'll vote for whoever I want, because everyone else does the same.
Indeed.
-Exactly. -Why are you looking at me?
-I was looking at everyone. -You looked at me.
No, I was just looking...
You should be grateful I voted for you last,
I would have done that way sooner.
After the first drink, the tension rises.
People start firing shots at each other, and Yordi becomes the main target.
I never voted for you,
-let's talk about that. -Yeah, let's.
Go ahead. I don't give a...
-Neither do I. -Then why are you looking at me?
I'm just looking around, you're making this about you.
-You looked up, and... -At you, too.
...looked at me.
No business with someone like that.
She can't make deals with me anymore.
Maybe I'll play along to benefit myself,
but I'll never forget this gesture.
-My goodness. -Yeah.
I can't handle those two. Literally. I'm completely done.
-You mean Marc. -Marc and Yordi.
They're playing a dirty game.
-Yeah. -I'm absolutely done. Literally.
I'm about to explode. And being so sanctimonious.
Yeah, bro.
It's time.
This could very well be our last night here.
-I'm going to make sure we both stay in. -We have to.
If we place our votes right and use your extra vote well,
-there's nothing to worry about. -I hope so.
-It'll be fine, bro. -Respect.
You know what it is? It's the end of the game,
people are worried about their position,
so they're pulling out all the stops to secure themselves.
-Good night, guys. -All right, good night.
It's the last day among the adorable piglets in Bathmen.
That means it's also the last chance to make an impression here.
But after another rough night, the enthusiasm has dropped even more.
Should we just not go?
Who even comes up with the idea to start working at 7:00?
That's farmer time, man.
-Good morning. -Erik's here.
-Good morning, sunshine. -How are you?
We want to quit.
-I slept like a baby. You? -No.
Another sleepless night,
my knees, arms and shoulders
are hurting from that fall yesterday, with the garden hose.
I slept like a bum.
We have a lot to do today, so I'll see you later.
-See you later. -Bye.
I'm sick of that guy.
I won't let it drive me crazy. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it.
I'm getting crazier and crazier on the farm, far away from reality.
But it's still all about that prize money.
That pot of money goes to the last one standing,
and that calls for a new strategy.
-What do you think is the best move? -Honestly…
Those girls voted for you last round,
and launched an attack on us, so we need to team up with Faisel.
-You think so? -Yeah, man, I do.
Yordi and I are in a strong position. We have the power to decide. So, yeah…
I'm going to think this through, do the math, and see what works best.
Enough talking. Duty calls,
because here come Erik and Tim again with some fun new tasks.
I can't do this right now.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Hi. -Good morning.
DIGGING OUT MUD PIT WEEDING
Today Jasey, Marc-Junior, Yordi, Shirley and Shani
have to dig out the pigs' mud pit so it can be filled with fresh rainwater.
The maximum earnings are €150 per person.
Faisel gets a pass due to his background and will weed the garden with Lisa instead
for a maximum of €100 each.
-These holes need to be filled. -We need to go over there.
These ones.
Seriously. The task he hit us with.
The stuff we grab from there needs to be spread over here.
I'm back in the shit and piss in no time.
Had to dig out that whole pit where they shit and piss.
Shoo.
These shovels are way too small.
Just like yesterday, that job only needed doing once every six months,
how lucky that it's time while we're here.
Now the rain pipe has to be dug out,
and wow, what a coincidence that it needs to happen today.
My ass.
TEAM WEEDS
Farmer Erik takes Faisel and Lisa to his father Appie,
who's head of weeding today,
and is ready to turn it into something fun again.
This is relaxation.
-We'll see. -It's exercise.
Working gives me a collapsed lung, but maybe I'll relax, too.
TEAM MUD
I don't like this.
No, save the nibbling for your mom, not us. Come on, shoo.
Hey, move. I'm sick of this.
That'd be great. Guys.
Shit, sorry, I got stuck.
I'm covered in crap. Fuck, dude.
Appie, do we start from there to here or from here?
The whole side.
I'm doing my best for Appie, otherwise, I would've walked away.
I thought, "I'll respect an elder, so I'll shovel for Mr. Appie."
I like Appie, but I do think he should retire.
It looks kind of sad seeing him there with that little hoe.
He should be lying in Ibiza, soaking up the sun,
sipping a cocktail, FaceTiming now and then to check on the pigs,
but I don't think a man like him should still be weeding.
Sometimes I see Lisa doing the Macarena or something with her shovel.
What is she even doing?
-Christ, this is intense. -Right?
That paycheck's not going to look good, but oh, well,
she's doing her best, in her own Lisa way.
Why don't they just make cobblestones without holes?
Hey.
-Did he bite you? -This one's gnawing at me.
Please just go away.
He might look like a farmer, but he can't do anything.
Nothing there, listens to Marc. He doesn't belong here. No voice of his own.
Hey.
He's such a dork.
I've got fans.
Look at this one.
-He's completely done for. -That'll be me in the slide in a bit.
Step on it, guys.
-Step on it. -Very well. Come on.
Pull, don't let it tip over.
The struggle continues among the pigs,
but most of the city folks
have their minds set on the nomination round.
Especially Marc-Junior realizes he needs a new plan,
but will it work?
What's our plan?
I don't care.
You should, they're trying to pull you in
-from every direction. -I know.
-They're telling a lot of lies. -I know.
Who do you want to sit here with? Them or us?
Two liars or us?
It sucks for me, too,
I want to join you, but I want to keep myself and Yordi safe.
I want to do what's best for us.
I've played along on both sides, "Yeah, sure, fine."
So they won't vote for me and Yordi.
-The game is actually on now. -It sure is.
I don't think everyone will stay friends.
The other group is talking about us. Sometimes I catch Shani looking,
or Shirley, and I think, "Busted."
We have to be able to trust Marc and Yordi,
or else we're screwed.
-Both sides could screw us over. -It's possible.
-I don't want to stay in that case. -We'll leave together.
Yeah.
-Let me thank you for the help. -Thank you for the great time.
-Yes. -Great time.
-See you tomorrow. -See you later.
-We'll talk on the phone. -We'll be calling you.
-This is the hardest thing I've ever done. -Me too.
Horrible.
Same here, I thought it would be easy.
-But you guys aren't dirty. -Not anymore, but...
We were filthy. My slippers are black.
Good luck, see you next time.
-See you next time. -Thank you.
-Thanks, Erik.
You too, Tim.
-Thanks, Tim. Respect. -Respect.
-If we don't get paid… -Then I don't even know anymore.
All hell breaks loose.
Oh, no, hell breaking loose.
When you hear people say things like that, you know something's up.
-Hey. -No clapping.
Payslips.
-We made some money. -We made money.
DIGGING OUT MUD PIT WEEDING
For digging out the mud pit, Jasey earned the full amount.
The rest had deductions because there was too much talking and not enough working.
Over at Team Weeding, Faisel once again managed to get the full pay.
-Come on, Yordi, you go first. -Yeah.
140.
Surprise, they took ten euros off. Cheap-ass farmers.
I earned the highest possible amount again,
so I figure if someone votes for me, the village council's got my back.
-Lisa. -Go ahead.
It won't come as a surprise.
€50?
-How's that possible? -What a surprise.
Take out mine.
75.
I only got €75 again, half of what I could've earned.
Those farmers don't like me.
Yeah, keep shoveling, Tim. Keep working hard.
I hope that fat pig eats him up. Seriously.
The prize pot now holds €15,665.
A tempting amount,
worth playing a dangerous game with an uncertain outcome.
I talked to Yordi. We're on your side.
I'm voting for Shani and Jasey,
Yordi is voting for Shirley, Shani and one more vote for Shani,
but you and Lisa will have to spread your votes.
Shirley, Shani and Shirley and Jasey?
-Yes. -All right.
-Who are they voting for? -They want to vote for you guys,
and me, probably.
-Do we have a deal? -We have a deal.
-All right. -100 percent.
We still trust Marc, but our gut feeling says,
"Consider your options."
I thought, "Think like a man, not like a gay guy."
Gay guys are men too, but like a gangster.
So I figured, "I'm the gangster in this bitch."
I started thinking and decided to ask Shani what Marc had said.
Marc stood there with him,
and said, "We have to vote for Faisel and Lisa,
-they're not to be trusted." -Dirty dog.
"They're voting for you and Shirley,
so if you want to save yourself, you need to vote with us against Faisel and Lisa."
Dirty dog. He's been saying for days that you're planning on...
We weren't planning on voting for you, but for Yordi and Marc.
-He's lying through his teeth. -Yeah.
He's manipulating everyone.
Marc is trying to pull all the votes from them and turn us against each other,
-because he and Yordi want to be... -Safe.
I swear that neither I, Shirley, nor Jasey
-are voting for you. -Neither are we.
I'm throwing that dog out.
That filthy rat needs to go, and his sidekick is coming with him,
or I'll drag them into the pond myself.
I don't like fake ass bitches,
so either the fake bitch goes home or I go,
but at least I tried.
The strategy Marc had to turn everyone against each other seems to be failing.
Now he has to salvage what he can, especially since Shani's about to explode.
Shouldn't you say something to Shani?
-I have nothing to say. -You don't?
-Not to me either? -Nope.
I'll tell you one thing with that stupid face of yours,
because I've had it.
There's only one liar here, and it's you, lying to everyone.
-Why? -Because you're pulling everyone
-into a conspiracy... -Explain.
-I'm trying to. -Explain.
-I am. -Let her finish.
You're dragging everyone into a plot with Yordi as your pawn.
So I'd shut my big mouth if I were you.
We'll see who'll be standing on that stage.
I'd love to go up against you, but don't act tough. You're worth nothing.
-Absolutely nothing. -We'll see.
-We sure will. -Calm down.
-Or else, Marc? -Nothing, just calm down.
You should have left a long time ago.
Marc. I don't know what he's doing,
but it wasn't a smart move. He messed up.
-You've lost your mind. -You're walking away again.
-I'll beat you up if I don't. -Go ahead.
-Nutcase. -Go ahead.
We were definitely on a roll,
but then Marc thought he could play a double game,
now he's being called a traitor.
-What do we do with a filthy rat? -I'm not a rat.
You are, and you're using that poor guy
-for everything. -Not at all.
-That's not true. -No.
You need to shut up, you don't even have your own opinion.
You and Faisel wanted to go against them too, remember?
Because you're stirring things up between all of us.
You're out of your mind.
I thought Lisa and Faisel were the fake ones, but it's Marc.
They wanted to go against you too.
I was starting to like him,
and then it turns out he's playing a dirty game,
and that he really is the rat I thought he was.
That makes me angry.
-You're not going to win. -Says who?
I'd rather go home. And you'll be next, trust me,
you're a filthy liar.
-Sure. -No clapping.
Everyone's right to be mad at Marc.
Back to Lommel with him, I don't need to see him here,
or I'll drag him through the shit.
-Yordi's following behind. -They're licking their wounds.
They're rimming each other in the bathroom.
Shouldn't you take that table leg with you to stick it up your ass?
-Such drama. -I don't think this is drama,
it's a regular Tuesday afternoon for me.
I'm trying to get us to win.
-This was too risky, bro. -Yeah, it was too risky.
Yeah, bro, this was too much.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
I'll piss myself if they both have to go home.
Me too.
What's our plan now?
One vote for Shani.
-She has to go. -She really does.
If it happens to me...
I don't want to give him the satisfaction.
If I have to eat pig shit to beat him, I'll do it.
The current status is that I really hope
that Marc will sit on that cart, on a bale of hay,
so we can all wave him off back to Lommel.
One of us is getting the boot.
I'm afraid so. It'd be fucked up if you're left alone.
Does this mean the end of the heartwarming bromance
between Marc-Junior and Yordi?
It's time to find out
in the most intense nomination round yet.
Hi, dear countryside friends.
Hey.
I'm saying friends, but are you still friends?
Nope.
-No, Lisa? -No, absolutely not.
What happened?
There are some fake ass bitches here.
Yeah. So Marc is the big clown show.
-The big clown show. -Yeah.
Marc?
She's right.
-Wow. -Wow.
She's right.
-This is the best thing you could've said. -Right?
Shirley, have you learned anything?
Not much about farm life, but you do get to know people.
He's just crazy.
Such a shame.
Let's move on to the official part.
It's time to nominate each other.
When I call you forward, I want you to say one name.
There are two of you, Jasey and Yordi,
with two votes each,
which you earned yesterday,
by charming the elderly of Bathmen.
Lisa.
-Well... -Who has to leave, according to you?
Well, Marc.
You're a fake ass bitch.
And if you get to stay,
I hope for your sake that I have to go,
or it will become one big drama.
Shani.
I'm using my one vote for Marc.
I hope you leave. You screwed over the whole group.
Faisel.
Marc has to go. He turned us against each other with his traitorous schemes,
which I didn't see coming.
My vote goes to the lying, stankin' ass ho from the pigsty,
Marc.
Jasey, you won
-an extra vote yesterday. -Yeah.
That means you have two votes.
Both of my votes are going to Marc.
I'm annoyed by it, and I just want them separated.
A cut has to be made, and they need to be split up.
I think it's a real shame that you played the game so dirty and stupidly.
You could have gone further if you had just stayed true to yourself,
instead of playing a filthy game.
Because you stir things up between everyone,
and try to drive the whole farm crazy,
I have to vote for you too.
Yeah, I understand.
I'd vote for Yordi if I had two votes.
Laugh all you want.
-What else can I do? -Think.
Give it a try.
-Let me wipe my sweat off first. -Please do.
Yordi, you have two votes.
-Who do you want to nominate? -I'm keeping them together,
and I'm voting for Shani today.
What a surprise.
-After the talk in the mud pit. -No backbone after all.
-Anything you want to add? -It's nothing personal.
I can tell she doesn't care for what I'm saying.
I don't want your speech, because it's bullshit.
It's funny to me, I can't take these people seriously.
But if I stay, they'll have a tough time when Marc is gone.
Then a different Yordi will come out, and the jokes will be packed away for now.
My vote goes out to Shani.
It's clear why.
Shani has officially reached the top of my list of who I want gone.
I think she'll stand in my way, so I want her out.
I'll definitely be in your way.
If I go, I won't be the only one,
-so good luck if you stay. -Thank you.
Shani, Marc, you can pack your bags,
while I consult with the village council.
I can't lose to him.
The secret village council this time consists of farmer Erik and his son Tim.
They've been keeping an eye on everyone while they cleaned the nitrogen filters,
and dug out the mud pit.
The third council member is Willy,
the world-famous folk dancer from Bathmen.
They've been working here for four days.
-Yeah. -How's it going?
I have to give some participants credit,
they really did a great job with the tasks.
-Didn't you guys have a foolproof plan? -Those were Marc's words, not mine.
Why go along with it if you don't know if it's solid?
No, dude...
-He has a plan… -You don't have to answer,
it takes forever, and you won't say anything anyway.
I can't stand Yordi, he never has his own opinion.
I've been telling him for a week and half, "Just think."
"I understand that you like Marc and that he's nice to you,
but I think he's using you."
Are there people you'd say, "Well,
maybe there's a place for them here in the countryside?"
Yes.
Marc is definitely a strong one,
he can apply, and he'd have a job with us.
I think I'm the one going home, Shani, don't worry.
-It'll be fine. -Anything can happen.
The votes are in,
and all of them have landed on two people.
It's up to you to decide which one
gets to stay here,
and which one has to pack their bags immediately
and head back to the city.
And the first nominee is...
Marc.
Okay.
I noticed Marc was a bit more withdrawn yesterday.
He wasn't as much in the spotlight.
Maybe dancing is not his thing.
I don't think it is, no.
The second nominee is...
-Shani. -Shani.
-Yes.
Yeah, I'm fully choosing this person.
All right, that's clear.
I'm voting for this person.
One-one.
-That means you have the deciding vote. -Yeah.
Marc.
Shani.
All good things must come to an end.
We're at a chicken farm.
COMING UP
-Ew, those caravans. -Push, Shir.
Yes.
I can't handle this.
Oh, my God.
What do you think, Pamela Anderson-wannabe?
Wannabe?
I'm completely over it.
Fuck those chickens.
Come out.
-Hey, snap out of it. -You snap out of it, ...idiot.
What did you say? it. -You snap out of it, ...idiot.