Step on it, guys.
-Step on it. -Hey.
-Get out. -Dammit, dude.
I'm the only immigrant who has ever worn this.
-Good morning. -I'm tired of him.
I'm quitting, sorry. My head hurts.
-Look, some of it is already coming off. -Must've inhaled too much nitrogen.
-The game is actually on now. -I'm about to explode.
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.
Such drama.
I don't think this is drama, it's a regular Tuesday afternoon for me.
Shani, Marc, you can pack your bags,
while I consult with the village council.
I can't lose to him.
Yeah, I'm fully choosing this person.
All right, that's clear.
I'm voting for this person.
One-one. That means that you have the deciding vote.
Yes.
Marc.
Shani.
All good things must come to an end.
HEELS IN THE HAY
Marc.
Shani.
All good things must come to an end.
Shani.
Your journey ends here.
-What? -Oh, this is bad.
-Bullshit. -This is ridiculous.
This is not… Based on what?
She did everything better than Marc, looking at the money and stuff.
She did everything better, he's a hypocrite.
Is that how they do it in the countryside?
I show them two photos
and then your fate lies with the village council.
Because of that idiot over there, I have to leave?
Dear Shani,
it is what it is.
Marc is a slimeball.
If you touch him, your hands will get sticky.
Just a scumbag.
We couldn't get rid of him again.
I'm getting more annoyed by him.
A nerve-wracking elimination round.
Shani had to go, fortunately.
We dodged the bullet,
and she did say we had to go our separate ways,
so that was the sole reason for me to eliminate her.
You can say goodbye to the group.
-Unbelievable. -I've counted the votes.
-That idiot. -How's this possible?
I told you. This is how it goes.
I'm close with Shani, so I didn't want to see her leave.
Especially after that dirty game,
because I had started to hate her,
as I thought she would vote for me, like Marc told me.
I started to hate her, so he ruined our last day.
People feel screwed over by me. I totally understand why.
I wanted to save myself and Yordi this round.
We're still in the game, so it did work.
I'm so ashamed that I have to leave before this idiot.
I'd rather see Marc leaving, he's a snake.
He turned us against each other to save himself.
And get those two idiots.
I'm proud to have been here and to have made it this far,
but I should have thought more logically and not be naive,
because apparently some people just can't be trusted.
Well.
Now it's even more fun here…
-Yeah… -...after this mess.
Hundred percent.
Yeah…
Marc is just a lying, stankin' ass ho, and... I'm so frustrated.
I've never been so frustrated with someone.
We have voted against him three times, why does he still want to stay here?
-Yordi, let's go for it, dude. -Respect.
Great show.
I'm here for Shani.
-I understand. No problem. -I respect that.
Do you know those pull-string dolls that can only say three things?
-Yes. -That's him.
-That's me. Correct. -He can only say three things.
-Good guess. -"Good guess."
What happened?
From cute bromance to a power couple
that is hated by absolutely everyone.
How did Marc-Junior and Yordi let it get this far?
I think it's better to leave to our last destination of this journey.
And that's Deurne, Brabant,
where the six remaining city dwellers are met by 37,000 chickens.
Their bosses are farmers Harm and Annemieke
who can use some help.
Let's see how this plays out.
Gross, those caravans.
I think we'll haveto sleep in there. Gross.
Hey.
Welcome to Deurne.
We're at a chicken farm.
This is the place where you'll be working the coming days,
but first, the sleeping area.
I can imagine you are tired of the stables by now.
-Yes. -Very much.
-Yes. -Yes.
So,
I arranged three wonderful caravans for you guys.
-Ew. -Nice.
-I like that. Yes. -Yes?
I've made a video in of those things, it was really horrible.
It's up to you to make it nice and cozy.
-Thank you. -See you later.
-Bye.
How fun. It's nice to be in a caravan
with a little terrace in front, a lamp.
-It looks nice. -I think so too.
Quite unusual.
Double bed, dude.
-This one has two double beds. -We'll take this one.
How about we put them on the grass there,
in a corner, with the tables in the middle,
so we create a little square.
That will never work.
-Okay. -Are we putting it here?
Yes, right? Now turn it 360 degrees.
Look at him go.
-No, this doesn't work. -There is a brake. It's on the brake.
Okay, push. Three, two, one.
Okay.
-I can't do it. -No, it's not possible.
Ours is absolutely unmovable.
It's really hard.
Of course, hotshots Marc-Junior and Yordi
are the fastest to get their caravan in place.
Yes, Shir, push.
And so they can enjoy...
watching the rest continue to work hard.
They only think about themselves.
We're helping each other,
but Marc and Yordi are dirty, narcissist and selfish hos
who only push their own caravan.
I thought, "Are they going to help us?" We're struggling.
Yes, Marc, could you help?
-We're pushing. -Try it now.
We do need him. That's bad.
Only thinking about yourself again?
What "thinking about myself"?
Just come.
-You can see we're struggling. -So now you need my help?
All eyes are 24/7 on Marc
and on me as well, because I'm with him obviously.
So yeah…
I don't think we'll be in the game much longer.
-Now it's moving. -Yes.
Yes.
-Yes. -A little bit more.
Now put the nice things outside.
You know what? It's just a a game.
-Yes, exactly. -But I do know...
-we really have to watch out next round. -Yes. Hundred percent.
We have a higher goal. One team, one mission.
We're here on a mission,
so I don't care about all the pleasantries.
Bassie and Adriaan
The vibe is really bad, because everyone hates Marc.
So, yeah, it's not really a good vibe. No.
Now that the whole group is against me, I'm giving not 100%, but 1,000%.
I will work extremely hard on every assignment.
Even if there's a break, I won't stop. I will just keep working.
Yordi put it on brake.
How bad.
I want Lisa gone, because...
she doesn't respect the countryside. She does whatever she wants,
and halfway into our journey through the Netherlands
she came to interfere, but that has to stop now.
Things are about to explode, so I'm fearing the worst.
It seems they forgot they just have to work as usual,
because there is plenty of work to do.
May I introduce to you Annemieke and Harm?
-Hey. -New Harm.
-Hello, good afternoon. -Hey Harm.
It's a nice group. They never fight, listen well,
-and every morning they're motivated. -That's positive.
So that won't be an issue. I'll hand them over to you. Good luck.
-Thank you. -It will be fine.
I don't know that much about influencers.
They have a different schedule everyday.
In the morning we know what work needs to be done,
and at the end of the day we want everything to be done.
I think influencers wake up
and then they decide what they're going to do for the day.
"What will my day be like?"
Harm and Annemieke divide the group in two.
Shirley and Marc-Junior have to clean up chicken shit.
If they do that well, each of them can earn €330.
Yordi, Jasey, Lisa and Faisel have a more delicate job to do,
and so they can earn the same amount by carefully sorting eggs.
TEAM EGGS
-Well, welcome. -Yes.
-How fun. -Come in.
-Nice. -Oh, wow.
How special.
-Oh, eggs. -Are those chickens we hear?
Those are chickens. They are on the other side of this wall.
This is the egg sorting room.
So, in a moment we turn on the machine,
and the eggs will go on that belt
and come down here to our egg sorting machine.
So the idea is to pick out the dirty eggs,
and the eggs that have dents,
and we pile them up here.
Six racks is a stack,
we lift that and put it on the pallet.
-Yes. -You'll be helping me with that.
-Fun. -Nice.
That black button…
-This one? -Yes, turn it to the right
-and the belt will start. -Let's go.
-Look. -Fun
-Collect all eggs. -This is cute, I guess.
-Is this one dirty? -Yes, that one is dirty. Very good.
Is that diarrhea that's on it?
-Yeah, it's manure. Chicken manure. -Manure, sorry.
Yes, Faisel,
you have wet and dry manure,
and manure shovelers Shirley and Marc-Junior
are going to shovel loads of the latter
TEAM CHICKEN MANURE
while being watched by the national chicken king and farmhand, Ruud.
-Is that all shit? -Yes.
-That's crazy. -That's the bump.
And there I see this Mount Everest of shit.
I was like, that's too much.
-Gosh. -It's not that bad.
Not that bad? I've never seen so much shit.
-Come. Let's go. -Okay.
The idea is to put the manure in the wheelbarrow
and then we walk to the other manure shed
where it needs to be dumped.
I'm glad it's at least dry.
At the pig farm, everything was wet and dirty and I was covered in it.
-I can do this... -Chickens are clean animals.
That's what the pig farmer said about pigs.
I can do this.
-Good luck. -Thanks.
It gets stuck to my lip gloss.
Look at that.
I had to shovel shit with Shirley, so I gave it my all.
I made sure I was five to eight wheelbarrows ahead of Shirley.
They have to see I work harder, try harder.
They have to see that I can become a real farmer.
I can't breathe. It's so stuffy.
I haven't seen wet spots yet. Oh yes, wet spots.
-No. -Not on my back, but look at my forehead.
TEAM EGGS
Is this a big one?
-It's moving fast. -No, that one is fine.
They're like ping pong balls. Very funny.
-And now we lift it? -Put in on there.
-You have to pay attention. -That you don't miss one?
Yeah, to make sure there are no dirty eggs…
It's going fast now. What a shitty job.
It's going really fast now.
My tactic is to work well.
Work well, earn money,
so I'm in good graces with them.
This is the hardest day of my career.
TEAM CHICKEN MANURE
Marc-Junior, especially, has been very good at giving the impression
that this is the most fun job he has ever done,
but he can't fool Shirley.
-It's different than working on a laptop. -Yes.
RUUD POULTRY SPECIALIST
Is your wheelbarrow smaller or does she just work slower?
One of those two.
Marc is just a dick.
He just knows how to get all those village council members on his side.
-You're still enjoying it. -Yes. For sure.
Sorry, but I'd rather lose instead of kissing asses like Marc does.
Just looking at his face makes me sick.
Shirley is tired of everything, she longs for the city,
but she wants to leave a winner.
And so, she also uses some tricks she has up her sleeve.
Hey.
Pamela Anderson wannabe, what's this?
Wannabe?
-Yeah, back to work. Okay. -Yes.
We can't do it all by ourselves. We have to keep up the pace, or...
Oh, no, my hair clip in the chicken shit.
Who's going to leave with the prize money that has been earned these past few weeks?
That's on everyone's mind.
And because everyone is afraid Marc will waltz into the finale,
they want to get rid of him.
Lisa, come on. Do it for Marc.
Where should this go?
Yes, pull.
I still absolutely detest working.
The only reason I do this is to win against Marc.
That's my motivation, because he screwed me over
and if someone screws me over, I have to screw them back as hard as possible.
-Harm. -I need a pair of hands in the stable,
so who wants to help out?
Yes, me.
I will start with you, but there are some rules in the stable.
Okay.
They are living animals, so don't yell.
They are kind of hectic.
Yeah, and we have a stable full of hectic chickens,
so I don't think we need more of that in there.
Hi, chickens.
I'm coming to grab some eggs.
Oh, my God.
A guy with a high pitched voice…
What happened?
-We are not used to that. -No.
-Oh, yes. Right there? -Yes. Just put it…
What are you doing?
The first thing I thought when I dropped the egg,
"There goes my money." This is bad.
-I'm so sorry. -This can't keep happening.
This is really bad.
Here?
Just put it through there. It fits. Yes.
There you go.
I wanted to rub the dirt off.
Now it's broken.
-So now-- -Just my luck.
Grab a new egg from the second type.
Minus €100.
-Tomorrow is a new day. -Tomorrow is a new day.
The chicken manure has been cleaned up as well.
Marc-Junior thinks he has won over farmhand Ruud.
Shirley fears the worst at the village council,
so she takes this moment to tell him the truth.
It's pretty hard work.
Just keep working. To look good to the council.
I went all in for the council.
I don't want to be standing there with my bags
and have you send me home.
It's mean that you've been stirring things up.
I understand your lies. But stirring things up...
-is just mean. -I know.
You're kind of a dick.
-I am a dick. -Yes.
It's time for the feared pay slip.
Time to find out what the farmers think of the work that has been done.
I need it. I tried so hard.
What do you have?
-How much? -You go first.
-€300. -That's good.
-€230. -Now I'm curious.
I'm scared. Okay, wait.
-What do you have, Fais? -€230?
These farmers are so stingy. Chicken farmers, pig farmers.
-€260. -That's good.
Well, now I'm curious. €270.
€ 270.
You too.
I did my best, so I deserve it.
-Were you a slimeball? -I still have some slime left.
-Absolutely. -Me too.
-Some more slime for the coming days. -Me too, for three days more.
-Too much slime. -Me too.
Nice.
To be fair, our Flemish friend did it again.
The difference is just €40,
but it will help him at the village council.
But also Lisa has risen above herself and she has earned good money.
Just like good ol' Jasey.
The laziest workers of the day are Faisel and Yordi.
They missed out on the most money for the prize pot
which, with only two assignments left, is now worth €17,225
Is your caravan secured?
-Yes. -Okay.
-He earned a lot again. -Was he kissing ass?
Yes.
We really need to try our best during the next task.
Even if it's rolling through chicken shit. We have to do it.
Now we have to work together as a group
to try and play him out of the game.
It's clear. Apart from Yordi, everyone is tired of Marc-Junior.
So I think it's a good idea to enjoy a fun afternoon of sports and games
to release some pressure.
Hello, everyone.
-Hey. -Robbert.
I think it's time for another countryside tradition.
Today it's a mix of two different traditions.
The first one is wife-carrying.
It's pretty simple.
You need to carry a woman in a wheelbarrow.
And the other tradition is the well-known egg game.
The aim of the game is to get six eggs across while going through the course,
but please note, the one who's riding the wheelbarrow
is blindfolded.
The winning team earns a lovely bottle of wine.
You can also lose something,
so make sure not to finish as the last team.
The team division... Lisa.
I want Marc.
-Yeah. -Okay.
Yes. Marc.
So at least I know he can't win more than I can.
She's been nagging me all day, but still she chooses me.
That's kind of… Are you using me to win or…
Quite remarkable. Now he is good enough, when it comes to a game.
Shirley.
-I'm staying with Jasey. -You're staying with Jasey.
I was like, "He's not stupid." Let's go for it.
So am I Yordi's wife now?
Am I Yordi's wife? Yordi has to carry me over there?
The three teams are formed. Faisel is Yordi's wife,
Jasey is in Shirley's wheelbarrow,
and Lisa very sneakily picked her arch enemy.
Okay, guys. In three, two, one…
Go!
Right. Other side.
-To the right. -This is the right.
Yeah. No. That way.
Yes, go down. Easy, easy.
-To the right, other side. -What do you mean? That's right.
-You're going left. -This is right.
I know what's left and right.
Shirley doesn't. She has to do this.
-No. -What are you talking about?
Squeeze my hand.
-That way. -I'm going that way.
To the left. To the right.
Yes, okay.
I'm stuck, dude.
-Am I in front of it now? -Yes, go left now.
-What do you want? -Lift the wheelbarrow.
-And? -No, no. Back. Not yet.
-Are the eggs still whole? -Yes.
Yes.
Yes. Okay.
Marc and Lisa got their first two eggs across safely.
-Get out. -That's not possible.
Okay, straight ahead. All the way.
Yes, we're here.
-Are we here? -Yes.
Yordi and Faisel also got their first two eggs safely across.
-Even Yordi and Faisel. -This is impossible.
Marc. Yes, okay.
The seesaw is broken.
From the corner of my eye I see the others are way ahead.
We are still at the seesaw and they are going back already,
so that stresses me out, "This is not going well."
Yes, now straight ahead. No, back up!
I'm going crazy.
I'm going crazy. Can we transfer the bandana, because Jasey
can't give directions.
That's not how you give directions.
Come on. Go sit, Shirley. Sit.
He is stupid after all.
Dammit. My egg broke.
Okay, get the eggs. Go back.
Wait, wait.
Honestly, it was so heavy. I was exhausted.
I thought I was having a heart attack. So exhausted.
Left. Stop.
Stop. Oh, yeah.
Yes. Okay.
Lisa and Marc have four eggs.
Everything for the wine, right, Mac?
We take the seesaw with us. I take it with me.
-Okay. -Stop.
Yes. Marc and Lisa got their six eggs across safely.
Congrats, guys.
Back up.
Put the wheelbarrow straight. Okay.
Shirley.
Yes, stop.
Yes. Faisel and Yordi, congrats. Second place.
Shirley and Jasey.
-Are we done? -It's done.
It's done. Stop.
-It's like a circus. -What the hell is this?
Good job, bro.
What a joke.
This was the worst circus act I've even performed.
-Congrats. -For what?
-A nice second place, right? -Thank you.
-Well done. -Thanks.
-Marc, Lisa. -Yes.
-Congrats. -Yes.
-Well done.
Who would have thought you could win
-as a team today? -That's right.
Always stay close to your enemy, right?
Well, you've earned a bottle of wine.
-There was also something to lose. -Yes.
Tomorrow morning,
you will have to get up a little earlier than the rest,
because you will serve the other four...
breakfast in bed.
So enjoy your evening together.
We had to serve breakfast in bed the next morning.
Well, if that's all it is…
Jase and I will make you a lovely breakfast tomorrow morning.
Do you want it in bed or shall we set the table nicely?
-I want it in bed. -Me too. I want you to come next to me.
-As a dessert. -Yes, as a dessert. I'd appreciate that.
I want it in bed.
-Let me think about it. -That's fine.
-Take your time. -I will.
I'm not going to lie next to Marc and Jordi.
It makes me sick.
Gross.
-How fun. -There we go.
-Like Christmas. Nice. -It looks like Christmas.
Well, guys.
-Thanks to you. -Yes.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Hopefully we can leave the past behind us.
You mean yesterday? Is yesterday the past?
-I understand your hope for that. -Nice try.
Honestly, all is forgiven and forgotten.
Forgiven, no hard feelings is what Yordi wants.
Sorry, I think men are a bit mentally challenged.
Yeah, and it shows again.
-Oh, lovely. -Nice, right?
Good night, sweetie.
Have a good night. Sweet dreams, count the chickens.
-Yordi, good night, dude. -Good night, Marc.
Look at them sleeping like babies.
Could things turn out well for them after all?
Away from the city with no social media, it looked like things were going nowhere,
but they are just like normal people, those influencers.
The fresh air seems to do them some good.
This morning I woke up early and I felt "eggcellent."
Here is some powdered sugar to add some flavor to it.
Good morning.
Salt? Do you want pepper or not?
No, it's fine.
Did you do something to Marc's food?
Do you think it's been poisoned?
-You want him gone so badly. -We could have put in a sleeping pill.
Antihistamine.
Letter. Behind you.
What does it say, bro?
"Hello heroes."
"The six of you are close to the semi-final,
but only four of you can participate."
"That means two of you will be sent home tonight."
Oh, no!
Two people will leave tonight. That's pretty harsh.
So it was a bit tense for a moment.
"That's why I suggest walking on eggshells,
because whoever shows the least effort at the next task,
or makes a mistake, will get an extra vote,
which puts you one-nil behind the rest in the upcoming elimination."
I heard we can get an extra vote.
So I was like: "I just can't deal with that right now."
Because I already have these two idiots who are going to vote for me.
I really can't use that extra vote right now.
"P.S. Think carefully about who you are sending home."
-Can I-- -I definitely will.
-Ratatouille, think about it carefully. -Yes.
There was no "P.S."
-Hi. -Good morning.
Good morning.
I saw Harm walking to us with three scythes.
I thought, "Death has come to get me," but I wasn't that lucky.
We got some more work tasks for you.
-Do you know what this is? -Yes.
-A scythe. -A scythe, yes.
We already have a number shelters for our chickens,
but 15 more still need to be placed in the pasture.
I want to go with Harm.
-Me too. -And me.
-I want to help with the shelters. -Cutting off heads.
Cutting off heads. I'll keep my distance.
If it was legal, I'd have cut off his head.
Oh, help me. Forget what I just said.
Lisa with a scythe, next to the bro's,
seems pretty dangerous.
Hopefully everyone keeps their eyes on the prize and will try hard,
because today everyone can earn €300 for the prize money.
I've always wanted to do this.
-Yeah? Never done it before? -No, I've never held a scythe before.
Me neither, but I wish I had one for my exes.
Watch out for Lisa with a scythe, she can't be trusted.
If you stick your head out, she will chop it off.
Parts of the pasture are too swampy for the lawn mower.
So it needs to be done my hand, because chickens don't like tall grass.
So a good old scythe comes in handy.
But a scythe is razor sharp and Lisa is seriously agitated.
-Your tongue is out of your mouth, why? -Because I'm working hard.
I thought you were tired.
Our chickens would get lost in the tall grass.
-No problem, we'll cut everything short. -Yes, there you go.
-Then no one will get lost anymore. -Good.
-There is some more here. -Yes.
Listen, I can't do more than my best,
but sometimes that's not even enough. Especially not to such a crazy farmer.
Marc, I'm thinking of your head. That works for me.
I felt I was moving like lightning.
I went for it. I kept cutting.
It was heavy work, but I thought, "The whole vegetable garden
thingy, it all has to go."
-Try to cut it shorter, Lisa. -Even shorter?
Yes, look here.
-Even shorter. -Or I have to come back next week.
-That's not what I want. -Okay. Yes.
If you do this every week, you don't have to go to the gym.
-This is better, right? -Yes.
-And you make me happy with it. -Yes.
We both get something out of it.
-It's actually easier. -Hundred percent.
Maybe I'm kissing ass,
but sometimes you need to fake it till you make it.
-If I carry two, will it be too heavy? -Yes, I wouldn't do that.
I was excited. It didn't seem heavy work to me.
Squats, squats.
The chickens want a shelter from the sun, the rain or from a bird of prey.
I also feel like a chicken now.
-Annemieke, am I a pretty chicken? -Beautiful.
But you're no use to me, because you don't lay eggs.
Sometimes in the toilet I lay eggs.
Gross.
Faisel, Jasey and Shirley's work assignment is a lot less heavy.
They're going fast and they have time to watch
how Lisa is being lured into a reaction.
Look at Lisa with her hatchet.
-Where? Oh yeah. -In the front. Wait.
She needs to give everything, because she's with the two biggest slimeballs.
-I can't anymore. -Guys.
TEAM LAWN MOWING
What do you think of taking a small break?
Yes.
-Or… -Yes.
-You don't have to say that again. -I can keep going.
-Do you want to keep going? -Yes.
The farmer said: "Time for a break." I said: "No, no break.
"I'll keep going." I saw him looking at me like, "Okay, nice."
If everyone takes a break, I'll take one too.
If everyone takes one.
-If everyone takes one. -I'm not taking a break.
Then neither will I.
-Then we keep going. -Let's go.
"Yes, we keep going."
I thought, "Now I have to keep going too." I'm so tired of him.
-We keep going. -We keep going.
-All of us, we keep going. -No break.
You have to go home. Even if I have to do 30 miles more.
No break.
I won't give in,
because I'll get the extra vote. So I thought, "I won't let this happen."
But I also thought, "You're such a scumbag."
Really, I was so pissed.
We are here to support Lisa in her battle with Marc.
Yes.
-Work, bitch. -"Work, bitch?" What did you say?
Work.
-Did you say "bitch"? -Work, bitch.
And then something exploded in me.
I ran towards him and I slapped him,
but he was immediately like, "No, don't hit me."
Behave yourself when you're working.
Those are points deducted, sir.
-Yes, absolutely. -He called me a bitch.
I don't care, it doesn't hurt, right?
-No one calls me a bitch. -Points deducted.
-It needs to be shorter, Lisa. -Shorter?
-I will make your hair shorter. -Come here then.
Lisa is at her boiling point.
She's going to lose it and will throw something at Marc.
Are you stroking it?
-Stroking? -Yes.
-I don't do that. -Look at that.
If you look left and then right,
you see how nice and short it is, how Marc has done.
-And here… -You're a real dick.
-What did you say? -That's not really collegial, Marc.
-I know. -I think it's best to end this.
I can keep going.
-Please. -This is making me sick.
I can honestly keep going.
You keep going a bit more.
We're going to put the equipment away.
It's wise of farmer Harm to end it,
before real accidents happen.
The idea of getting voted out just before the finale
is making people agitated.
Lisa and Faisel in particular are stirring things up.
Hey.
The dickhead is coming this way.
Put on your dress, because you're a bitch.
Wait a second.
-What? -She dropped the dress.
She can't take it.
-Lisa, are you okay? -"Put on your dress, you're a bitch."
Oh, my. The game is starting to get the better of Lisa.
And then there are the pay slips,
which probably won't help either.
Whoever earned the least, will get one extra vote
at the next elimination.
€250.
-That's good. -Then I definitely have less.
-€250. -Really neat.
What!
-How much? -€200.
-€200. What did I do less? -€300!
Marc.
The maximum.
€300.
-Ah, Shirley. -Nice.
-Very good. -But what did we do differently?
-€200. -Well done, Yordi.
-I'm most curious to see yours. -It's probably nothing.
Watch this.
-How much? -Surprise.
-€100. -€100?
That farmer is gay. He likes Marc, I think.
I didn't hurt Marc or anything.
He still has his toes and fingers,
so why would I get so much less?
Get out of here.
Yes, get out.
The farming life is not for me. Just get me back to the city.
Lisa had the least money and she will get an extra vote.
-This doesn't make sense. -It's weird.
This is not okay.
I didn't agree with my pay slip,
because I was sweating so much, I was exhausted
just completely exhausted,
and I got the second least amount.
I'm done with it!
I don't want to see that farmer. Or I'm going to release a wolf here.
Yordi and I have little for no reason. They don't like brown or red people.
They also don't like women with big boobs, apparently.
-Well, Shirley earned quite a lot. -They like small dicks.
It almost seems that every time Marc shows his teeth,
the farmer gets hypnotized, and is like, "Marc is the best."
Yeah, really. We need to knock out his teeth.
-I'm going to lie down for an hour. -Yeah, me too. Lie down for a bit.
-Discuss some things... -Lock the door.
-They really annoy me. -I'm going to throw something at his head.
They are getting stressed out. I love it.
I see it in their faces
and in their behavior, everything. It's great.
While Marc-Junior and Yordi are discussing their strategy
in their caravan,
Faisel and Lisa are preparing themselves for a hard confrontation.
Lisa, move aside.
Wait.
Hello, open the door.
Open the door.
I was going crazy. I had to go into the caravan.
I just had to.
Hello.
Open the door.
I really thought: "I'm losing it and I need to break something."
Watch out, dude.
-You guys are insane. -You're not opening the door.
-Come outside. -I didn't run.
-Don't you want to battle? -Those nutcases smashed the window.
-This is crazy. -They smashed the window.
They crossed a line.
If you try to make us go crazy by banging and stuff, okay,
but smashing our windows… That's fucked up.
We can't sleep in the cold. So we're going to smash their windows too.
-What did you say, Yordi? -I didn't say anything.
You did. Say it to my face.
-I didn't say anything. -Talk with me here.
I'm talking, right?
-Be normal, dude. -You be normal, idiot.
-What are you doing? -What are you doing?
Smashing our windows, what's with that?
And all these damn chickens.
They completely lost it. They're psychopaths.
Because we don't want to talk, they lash out. There is glass everywhere.
Let's take Lisa's broom so she can't fly away.
Yeah. She won't have a ride home tonight.
Well, who's going home on a broom is not decided yet.
First they will have to vote.
On the chicken farm only Shirley and Marc-Junior
earned the maximum amount of €300.
The rest disappointed, with Lisa getting the lowest wage
and already one vote against her.
A bad start for the elimination where this time not one,
but two influencers will have to leave.
Dear people, it's time for the moment
you've all been afraid of.
Today we're going to say goodbye to two of you.
We're close to the finish line.
Tomorrow some of you will play the semi-final,
and the day after tomorrow the final.
And then we will find out who among you goes home
with all the earned money.
But from all that hard-earned money,
I am going to skim some off.
Lisa, I heard you caused some damage this afternoon.
Yes, I had a little error.
Marc, what happened according to you?
Me and Yordi didn't want to talk to them and they couldn't take it.
Okay, but I'm going to deduct €500.
That caravan is not even worth €500.
If you break things, you have to pay for it.
Lisa, this morning you got a vote,
-because you earned the least money. -Yes.
I won't keep you in suspense any longer.
It's time to vote.
If I call you to come forward, I would like to ask you to give me one name.
Who wants to go first?
Marc, come forward.
The extravagant is standing here. The dickhead is standing here.
You want me out, so I'm voting for you, Faisel.
-What? -I told you so.
Thanks for smashing my windows. I accept it.
-Did I smash it? -I don't know, and I don't care.
-Okay. -You can go home.
Thanks.
What?
I told you so.
Who wants to go next?
-I'll go. -Okay.
My vote goes to the dickhead,
the extravagant.
You're making me sick. That's my reason.
My votes also goes to the white teeth,
and that's because I can't trust him, and because I can't beat him.
Shirley, thank you.
Two votes for you, Marc.
Jasey.
My vote goes to Yordi.
For the ambiance in the group, it is better if you leave.
Sorry. I like you, but you're also a strong player.
Thanks, man.
Yes.
That means two votes for you, Marc,
one for Yordi, one for Faisel and one for you, Lisa.
There are two more votes to cast.
Go ahead.
Lisa.
It'll probably not surprise you, but my votes goes to Lisa.
Because this guy…
This guy clearly
has his own opinion.
It's not that I don't like you. It's not a personal attack,
although you probably think it is, but…
Lisa,
you're the last one.
Yeah, it's no coincidence,
Yordi, I'm voting for you.
That's because I don't like liars and cheaters,
but what I especially don't like are copycats.
-That's why I vote for you. -Thanks.
You're welcome.
Okay, that means, Yordi, you've got two votes.
Marc, you also have two votes.
Faisel, one for you.
Lisa, you also have two votes.
This means the three nominees are known.
Lisa, Yordi and Marc.
I'm going to the village council and I'll get back to you.
Yes.
-Hello. -Hi.
Village council, good to have you here.
This time the village council consists of an "eggcelent" trio
with farmer Harm, his wife Annemieke and farmhand Ruud,
who watched Marc-Junior and Shirley do their work.
They have just voted,
and three people had the most votes.
It's up to you to decide which two will go home,
and which person you want to save.
The first one
is Lisa.
-Okay. -She did work hard at some point,
but that enthusiasm went away.
And I also heard that she demolished something.
Yeah, that's something...
you're not supposed to do.
Okay, that was Lisa.
We also have Marc.
-We expected that. -Yes?
This morning when we were cutting the grass,
-everyone was attacking Marc. -Yes.
And finally…
-Yeah, same there. -Same story.
We heard from the other candidates
that he's also…
But is he someone who does his job well?
He has good commitment, but the execution is not great.
-Yes, exactly. -That's right.
I heard there was an incident this morning between...
Marc and Lisa.
They were challenging each other.
That's not how you treat each other.
You could say things about both of them.
One was provoking the other, and other took the bait.
Yes. Are those things you take into consideration?
-Yes. -Yes.
Okay.
We're close to the finish line.
It's an important vote you guys have.
-Yes. -But I do want to hear
who you're going to save and who can stay a bit longer?
Yes.
I'm leaning towards saving Yordi.
Of course, Marc's commitment is great
and Yordi's commitment is no less.
No, but we need them the coming days.
-Yeah, that's right. -I'm going for Marc.
-You're with me, right? -What?
Since when? Tonight I will be, yes.
-Hey. -Yes, the crown. Nice, Lisa.
-Lisa, how bad. -Yes.
-And those flipflops. -The bag and those flipflops.
-Lisa. -That's quite a look.
Unfortunately, we're going to say goodbye to two of you.
I've talked to the village council. They couldn't agree entirely,
but a decision had to be made.
I won't keep you in suspense any longer.
NEXT TIME
Next time in the final of Heels in the Hay…
I got shit in my mouth.
…we will see the ending of the harsh journey through the Netherlands.
-Get it. -It's stuck.
With a peculiar countryside exam...
"What body part determines the color of the egg?"
Are you writing down "cloaca"?
-Yes. -Dude, that's the vagina.
...a delicious last meal...
I think I have to go to therapy because of this work.
...and a nerve-wracking endgame,
where there will only be one winner who goes home with the prize money. me.