We're at a chicken farm.
-Gross, those caravans. -Yes, Shir, push.
PREVIOUSLY
Oh, my God.
-Were you a slimeball? -I still have some slime left.
-Absolutely. -Me too.
Nice.
Sorry, but I'd rather lose instead of kissing asses like Marc does.
Work, bitch.
-"Work, bitch?" What did you say? -Work.
-What did you say, bitch? -Work, bitch.
He really screwed me over.
If someone screws me over, I have to screw them back as hard as possible.
Come outside.
-Be normal, dude. -You be normal, idiot.
Unfortunately, we're going to say goodbye to two of you.
I won't keep you in suspense any longer.
HEELS IN THE HAY
We're on the verge of the big final,
but before it starts,
not one, but two influencers will be sent back to the city.
The nominees are Lisa and blood brothers Marc-Junior and Yordi.
Who did the village council save?
-Lisa. -Yes.
-It's an exit for you. -Yeah.
-You have to win. For me. -Well, yeah.
It's not a surprise. No.
I almost destroyed the whole farm here, and Marc too.
I am ready to go back to luxury.
Yes.
I'd like you to come stand next to me.
Yeah, dude.
-There you are, together. -Yes.
It's time to say goodbye to each other.
Unfortunately, Marc, this time…
-I knew it. -…Yordi is going home.
-No, man. -No worries.
It will be fine.
-Get them, dude. 100%. -I'll get them for you.
Oh, like this.
-I will. I'll get them. -Respect.
Your adventure ends here.
You can't always throw sixes and today it was no six.
You can say goodbye.
-Dude. Respect. -Lisa, say goodbye to the group.
-I'll see you in the Netherlands. -Yes.
-Deal. -100%.
-I'm going to miss you. -Me too.
Now no one is going to throw things around anymore.
-Play him out. -Yes.
-Come back again. -Yeah. Bye.
Go for it, dude.
I will. Are you crying?
Yordi really became a good friend of mine.
I'll always have his back. We'll be in touch.
He means a lot to me. A genuine friend, good guy.
He's my buddy.
-Yeah, that sucks. -It really sucks.
-I'm going to miss you. I'll see you soon. -It'll be fine.
I'll win the money for you.
Yordi deserves a part of the prize money,
because he had my back and I had his,
so it won't be for nothing.
-Bye. -Thank you.
Bye. Win it, Faisel.
-This is crazy. -Yes, it really is.
-There goes your pupil. -Yeah.
-Are you okay, Marc? -Yes, I'm fine.
You're welcome in my caravan.
When it's cold, because of the window.
I could never get used to the farm life.
It's too much for me.
Way too early, way too nasty.
No, it's not for me. I prefer the city.
I choked up a bit too. I shed a tear.
It's always a shame leaving the game. I wanted to play in the final,
but luckily Marc is still in the game for me,
so I hope he wins the prize money.
I'm leaving and I'm proud of myself,
and I'm happy I got to experience this with the others.
And then there were only four left.
Marc spent his first night in this countryside excursion
without his buddy Yordi.
And that hurts.
I feel like shit, of course.
I would have rather had them send me home instead of Yordi.
But it's fine, I will keep playing and have Yordi on my mind.
He motivates me. He makes me want to work harder.
Fortunately, Faisel wasn't that bad after all.
He gave poor Marc-Junior plenty of TLC,
and he even allowed him into his caravan.
We had a truce, but that became a sleepover
with face masks, gossip and juicy stories.
Before I knew Marc was sleeping in Lisa's bed. Not in my bed.
-Did you have a good sleep? -No, I was going crazy.
I'm glad you slept here, because it was scary alone.
Yes.
-I'll check if the rest are awake. -Okay.
-Good morning. -That was quick.
-Hey. -How are you?
We're going to play the semi-final today.
Good morning, sunshine.
-Is my makeup still okay? -Yes.
Great. I was hoping that.
How did you sleep with Marc? Did he spend the night in your caravan?
It became some kind of of peace on earth.
-Yes. -It was also scary being alone.
Marc slept in Faisel's caravan.
Faisel is the new Yordi.
-Yordi. -Marc.
Yes, that's Yordi.
That's not okay. Dude. Spiritus Sanctus. Yordi. Marc.
It kind of sounds the same.
You're his Lisa.
Well, guys. Are you excited? I'm not.
I'm going to stay in bed and I'm not going to work.
Throwing eggs at someone's caravan, smashing windows
and getting angry for no reason.
Yeah, that's Lisa.
Great impressions,
but that's not the reason why we're at a chicken farm.
Work has to be done and there is still a lot to do.
I can't stand the fact that there's work to do every day.
I always decide what I feel like doing that day and what I would like to do.
And that's why I have no job.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Welcome to this new day. -Good morning.
I can use some hands.
-Oh, yes? -Oh, yes?
Two with me and two with Annemiek.
-Okay, good luck. -Bye, girls. Bye, dick.
It's time for their last work task.
One that has to be done here every day throughout the year,
sorting eggs again.
A precision task for Marc-Junior and Shirley.
The less precise work is for Faisel and Jasey.
They're cleaning the tractors.
With these tasks they can each earn a maximum of €125.
Yes, very good.
Yes.
Not too hard, Faisel.
Why is it not working? I don't get it.
SORTING TEAM
In the sorting center farmer Annemieke is busy working,
but her peace is being disturbed by Marc and Shirley who are coming to help.
-Hello. -Hi.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-You're coming to help me. -Yes.
-We're going to sort eggs. -Yes.
All those dirty eggs. So if you spot one...
-This one is clearly dirty. -Yeah.
You pick it out and put in here.
They go on the belt which we turn on,
so the idea is to pile them up.
Press start.
No, easy.
Okay.
Place the egg with the pointy side downwards.
I kind of like this.
I play games on my mobile phone
where you quickly have to spot the odd thing.
It was kind of like that. Like playing a game on my mobile phone.
Wait, is this shit?
I don't know.
-Gross! -What's up?
-I got shit in my mouth. -No, gross.
I got shit in my mouth, on my ass, ears…
I had to throw up. I had to…
I already have problems shitting and now I got it in my mouth.
-Gross. What do we need to do? Look. -Jasey, it's shit.
It's all over your head.
-No, you're joking. -Yes, it's on your forehead.
-Oh, Faisel. -It's… What do you call it?
-Is it chicken shit? -I think so. Smell it.
-Yes. -Gross. It's really nasty.
I'm doing it quick.
Gross. Should I take over?
No, it's fine.
That's going well.
It's time to collect the eggs in the stable
which have not been picked up by the belt.
SORTING TEAM
And Shirley is the right person for the job.
-Welcome to the stable. -Wow. Well.
-Yes? -Smells good.
-Is it getting close now? -Yes. I'm not afraid of chickens.
Not afraid of chickens? What are you afraid of?
-Fluttering chickens. -Fluttering chickens?
-That's up to you. -Yes.
If you stay calm, you should be fine.
There is an egg on the ground.
Stay calm.
It's like Easter.
For us, every day is like Easter.
There we go.
Shirley.
Is this okay?
Oh, I forgot an egg.
-Get it. -It's stuck.
-That's not good. -What was that?
What did I do?
How does this come out?
It's everywhere. It's really bad.
How do we get the water out?
I thought, "I'll crawl into it and wipe it clean."
"I do it for the team and my pay slip."
We have to, right?
If I get less money now, I know for sure the farmers hate me.
-At times I wonder to what do we owe this? -Right?
-Am I sitting in shit? -Yes.
The last work task.
SORTING TEAM
-Yes. -I'm going to miss it.
-Now you're exaggerating. -Why?
Marc is always kissing ass.
"This work is so fun."
"You're such a friendly woman." "How nice." "I love this work."
So I had to sort the eggs well, make sure I earn as much money as him.
He can't beat me.
I'm trying my best and I'm constantly working hard,
especially since you've been kissing ass.
It's not like that. I'm just a nice person.
-You're not nice, fool. -I am.
I saw that last week.
I think he's tired of kissing ass
and all that exaggerating about how fun it is working on that farm.
-I dropped one too. -You did?
-Yes. -There goes my profit of today.
Oh, seriously?
You might just as well quit, because this is not working.
Go home.
-Deduction points for both of you. -Yes, for the both of us.
Dammit.
-Well, thank you. -Thank you, Annemieke.
-Yes. -Great.
It was kind of fun.
-That's good. -We had fun chats.
Just go, please.
Work is done for the two sorting influencers,
and the agony outside is also almost over.
-Well. -We cleaned it very nicely.
-You're easily satisfied. -Yes.
He's easily satisfied.
-How are they doing? -I don't know.
-Did they do a good job? -What do you think?
Yes...
It could be better of course.
Oh, there he goes again.
I'm leaving.
The emerging bromance between Marc and Faisel
has cooled down again,
And of course, the pay slips are also a source of much hassle.
Because it's still a competition.
€70?
-You worked pretty badly. -Well.
It's not much, no. I didn't get much for the last task.
Okay...
-Seriously? -€80 euro?
€80?
So you didn't do a good job either?
If I get something like 40, I'll knock over that board.
-€90? -That's good.
-I see it. -€100!
-That's impossible. -That's ridiculous.
You didn't have enough spit.
Now I have, you're spitting all over my face.
I think he gave that guy a blowjob.
Marc kisses ass every day, so I expected he would get a lot.
Today each of them could earn a maximum of €125.
But unfortunately the screaming of some of the semi-finalists
caused them to lose €160.
That brings the total of the prize money to €18,245.
But there is something extra to earn.
Oh, a letter.
The postman.
I actually have a mailbox. Is this a real one?
"Dear city dwellers." That's us.
"The experience in the countryside is almost over."
"You're almost free from waking up early, working hard,
and your digital detox period."
"Hopefully you all have learned something."
I did. Getting headaches and diarrhea attacks.
"We will test your skills with a tough countryside exam."
-I already thought so. -Shirley was right.
"We will find out who stands out and who's being sent home."
"Be ready for the semi-final."
"Regards, Robbert."
"P.S. Whoever answers all questions correctly, wins an extra €1,000
for the prize money, and can stay a week longer with Harm and Annemieke."
-Ew. -Does it really say that?
Yes. Who wants to stay longer with Harm and Annemieke? Not me.
-I thought you like the work. -Yes, but I don't want to…
Who paid attention to all those… Honestly, I forgot everything.
-Me too. -I always said, "Oh, yes."
I did pay attention.
-Of course you did. -You did.
Hopefully it's general knowledge. If it's about chickens, cows,
Pier Jan, and his mother Atsie
or whatever, I will not do great.
Those questions can't be that hard. I can do a quiz about a farm.
-How fun. -Hello, teacher Robbert.
-Hey. -Welcome.
-Who can I copy from? Who's… -You can copy if you sit at the back.
Shit, that's stupid of me.
I always cheated. I didn't copy someone else. I didn't trust them.
But I'd have cheat sheets under my skirt or my pants. I'd write up everything.
I'm dumb. I don't know anything.
-Dear candidates. -Yes.
Welcome to the semi-final.
-I've to take a shit. -It feels like school again.
-Yes. -Yes.
In front of you is a chalkboard. You'll write your answers there.
The one with the least amount of points is out immediately.
Because there are only three spots open in the big final.
Yes.
-Are we ready? -Yes.
Jasey and Faisel didn't really remember anything from the farms.
Faisel just doesn't care and Jasey only wants to dance or whatever.
First question.
"Farmer Pier Jan has 50 cows."
"How many stomachs do these 50 cows have in total together?"
I can do math, but only if it's about expensive shoes
and online shopping.
But the amount of stomachs of a cow, who cares? Sorry.
-Shirley, hurry up. -Yes, okay.
Okay, does everyone have an answer?
-Yes, I think so. -In three...
two, one.
Oh, I thought… Doesn't a cow have three stomachs?
No one has the right answer.
How many stomachs does it have?
A cow has four stomachs.
-Oh, I thought seven. -Fifty times four…
-With seven it would be 400, right? -…is 200.
Three hundred fifty plus zero is 350.
Okay.
A question about a typical Frisian tradition.
"What's the official version of jumping over ditches in Friesland called?"
FIERLJEPPEN
COARSE JUMPING
Coarse jumping?
It was "Wyleryepen", right?
-Shirley… -Yes.
-…you have the correct answer. -Yes.
With that, Shirley earns her first point, and can grab an egg.
Whoever has the least amount of eggs in their basket at the end of this exam,
will be sent home just before the final.
We're going to Urk.
Oh, God.
"Why is the harbor of Urk
-in Harlingen?" -Shit.
-Jasey. -I have, "Urk was under water."
-And then? -He's laughing at him. I have it too.
Why do you laugh?
I have, "Urk was an island, so they didn't have any money for their own harbor."
No. Marc?
I have, "Because of the landslide."
What landslide?
The Big Bang.
No, but the right answer is,
"Due to the construction of the Afsluitdijk,
Urk is no longer connected to the sea."
We move on to question four.
"Farmer Erik has some dirty old pigs walking around."
"You know everything about that."
"Did you also catch what a male pig is called?"
Yes.
I remember it well, Erik saying, "We call them boars."
So I wrote down "boar".
BOAR
A MALE
-That's it. -Well done, Marc.
-I had "Big Daddy" because… -"Big Daddy?"
Yes, because the female pig is called…
It's called a mother and the little one was called…
-"Piglet." -"Piglet" or something,
so I thought, "Daddy, mother and piglet."
-Marc, you have the correct answer. -Impressive.
-Boar. -Thanks.
"Harm and Annemieke have a lot of chickens,
and those chicken lay a lot of eggs."
"But how many eggs
do they place in a dozen here in Deurne?"
I thought, "One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, and then another eight."
A dozen is 12, of course. There's 12 in a dozen.
-Thirty. Jasey? -Sixteen.
-You two have the correct answers. -No.
-How much? -It's always 12, right?
Always 12 in a dozen.
I was shocked so many others wrote down these weird answers.
-Can I grab an egg now? -Oh, what a shame.
Shit.
This question is for advanced students.
"What body part determines the color of the egg?"
I'm more into the human body.
Nice legs, nice dick.
Are you writing down "cloaca"?
-Yes. -Dude, that's the vagina. And his butt.
-That determines the color, right? -I have the earlobe.
-Marc. -I wrote, "The goatee."
THE GOATEE
Does he mean that red thing? I've never seen a red egg.
-I wrote, "The skin or fur." -Fur?
Chickens don't have skin.
If you cut a chicken, he has skin, right?
I don't really see that as skin. Maybe it is, though.
-Again. -Yeah. Shir.
-Shirley. -Another egg.
Shirley was giving correct answers.
I thought, "Maybe Marc is going home."
Then I looked at Jasey and thought, "He did go to college. What's happening?"
Everyone thinks I'm dumb, but that's not really true.
The last question is decisive.
There are five points to earn.
I've got a basket with eggs here in different sizes and types.
Guess the name of the animal the egg belongs to, in order of size.
-Faisel, you go first. -The smallest one is from a bird.
The second and third are from a chicken, and the fourth is also a chicken.
-The last one is a hare, I think. -Interesting.
With Easter you have the Easter bunny egg.
So I thought, "The Easter bunny always has eggs."
But a hare doesn't lay eggs, apparently.
The first one is a quail, the second a chicken.
Then I have a duck, a goose and lastly an ostrich.
First I had a duck, a chicken, a rooster...
But then I thought, "What the fuck?"
Then I wrote a swan and lastly an ostrich.
I have quail, chicken, chicken, chicken,
and lastly a dinosaur.
Yeah, it's…
The egg is this big. That can only be from a dinosaur.
Shirley, you've guessed all answers correctly.
I'm not as dumb as I look.
Our first finalist. Congrats.
-You go, Shir. -Thanks.
Marc, you have two correct answers.
Wow.
Faisel, you had one correct answer.
And Jasey, you had
-two correct answers. -Yes.
-Is that a tie? -Yes. And now?
That means for Shirley and Marc,
you're going to the final.
-Well, fun, Marc. -Shirley!
And then it was Jasey versus Faisel.
Last question.
Faisel and Jasey, this adventure started in Eastermar
and then we went to Harlingen.
From Harlingen we went to Urk.
From Urk to Bathmen and we ended in Deurne.
How many kilometers did we travel?
-In total? -In total.
A ruler is about 30 centimeter. One step is about one meter.
So what's a kilometer?
The one who is closest to the correct answer, is the winner
and will go to the final.
I'm blanking out with these kind of questions. I just don't know.
I don't have a driver's license, no car. How do I know what a kilometer is?
I have 1200 kilometer.
Faisel.
255 kilometer.
-How much? -255.
-1200 is way too much. -That's way too far, right?
The only correct answer is…
-369 kilometer. -What?
Oh, my God. I'm in the fucking final. Me.
-How could I know this? -Ah, Jase…
Well, congrats.
I was so close. That was the first thing that came to mind. I was so close.
-You're not as crazy as I thought. -He is. You're crazier than I thought.
I hate to see Jasey leaving.
He was my baby.
-Bye. -Bye.
-We keep in touch. -Damn egg.
I'm proud of myself,
but at the same time I'm disappointed with myself, because, gosh Jase...
If I'd thought it through a bit more, I could have been in the final.
You can't always throw a six in life, as Yordi would say.
So it is what it is.
You're in the final.
Congrats.
And tomorrow...
we know who's going home with all the earned money.
-Yes. -Yes.
I'd say, keep on going.
The end is near. I'll see you tomorrow.
-See you tomorrow, finalists. -Thank you.
-Bye, Robbert. -Bye, Robbert.
I want to win the prize money. I can't tell you how much.
I will cry with happiness.
I will text Yordi and say, "Dude, we won the prize money."
-Who expected this? -I didn't.
I didn't expect myself to be here. You probably didn't either.
But here we are in the final.
I've never done that before.
Let's go back to the caravan, because I have to pee.
I like Faisel, he's fun, but I don't take him seriously for the final.
It's between me and Marc.
We shall see tomorrow.
Now it's time to relax, but in style, here on the chicken farm.
Oh, dinner.
-There we go. -It looks like Christmas.
-It looks good though. -Is that shrimp and salmon?
-Chicken. -What kind of bottle is this?
-Chicken and fries. -Chicken?
Oh, that's delicious, dude.
-Fries. -I will sit on the throne.
-I like this. -Applesauce.
Applesauce? Well, guys, enjoy.
-Mayonnaise. -Do you have to cut it with a knife?
-I've never done this before. -It's scary.
-I think so too. -Add some mayonnaise.
There we go.
I see that chicken lying there and I'm like, "Gross, man."
I don't want to eat it. I'm not eating from a bone.
-Well, Marc. -Oh nice.
You're pulling it's limbs out.
Fucking delicious.
-Sorry, it's… -I can see that.
-Yes. -Unbelievable.
Marc was eating like an animal. Almost a cannibal.
It scared me.
The chicken juice was all the way up to his ears.
What's happening here?
-Jesus. It's all the way up to your ears. -Just let me enjoy this.
Okay. You do you.
Our first decent meal.
Ladies and gentlemen,
-you can start mashing. -Fun.
-It does smell good. -I don't like the smell.
-No? -No.
Someone blow that farmer, so he takes us to McDonald's with the tractor.
It tasted like asscrack.com.
Urker cabbage with crab and wet sausage.
Kruudmoes is an old Salland dish.
-It smells like a bootyhole, but… -Bootyhole.
It's great.
You eat what you're served.
-Do you remember all the tasks? -No.
-Milking cows, shoveling shit… -Shoveling hay.
I'm pushing my boundaries here.
Oh, God.
Those fish were the worst for me.
-I saw that. -You really didn't like that.
No, I didn't like that at all.
-It will be all right. -Watch out.
-Just grab it. -Together, okay?
-You get the head. -No, the tail.
-Not the eyes. -Okay, the tail.
Okay.
I've never cried so hard.
I can't remember the last time I cried so hard.
-It also feels like a long time ago. -It does.
How was this for you with so many women and gays?
Honestly, I was happy Yordi was here.
-Right on, bro. -All right.
-Respect. -That's the spirit.
-Yes. -Yeah, put it down.
If one begins peeing and stops, the other one starts peeing.
-It's all the same with those women. -Always whining.
-If one starts… -The other starts whining as well.
I had manly conversations with Yordi, you know?
-What does this feel like? -Not like pussy.
The BBL. Shirley with her big boobs.
Just real, deep conversations.
I don't know what it is, but men can be so weird sometimes.
-Who has worked the hardest? -That's an easy one.
Sneaky boy.
-I think it's me. -Please stop.
Sir, we're done after this, right?
I'm not sure. Probably, not sure.
The smell is giving me a headache. This can't be good.
This is crazy. I'm quitting, sorry.
I'm done doing this. Forget it.
My head fucking hurts.
Shani.
-What on earth is that? -That's piss.
I think I have to go to therapy because of this work.
I have to go to therapy because of Marc's knives in my back.
What was the least fun?
-The least fun? -The least fun location.
Definitely the pig farm. That was so bad.
It was heavy, dirty,
and just overall shitty work.
-Apart from petting the piglets. -The piglets were fun.
It's licking my boob. Look.
They were looking for milk, and naturally, they ended up with Shirley
and her milk cannons.
I actually did have a good time.
It was a fun group. I laughed.
Okay...
I'm even going to miss Marc. I didn't expect that.
I think I'm going to miss everyone.
Well, guys, cheers. Cheers to getting to know each other and making peace.
-Yes. -Cheers to us sending people away.
And that we laughed, cried, and that we've thrown flipflops.
-That we have misled people. -Misled.
-Heels in the Hay! -Heels in the Hay!
It's time.
The last day of this hysterical countryside experiment.
Of the 13 city dwellers who traveled with us, only three remain.
Shirley, Marc-Junior and Faisel
will be facing each other today
for the prize money, that has been earned with hard work and agony.
The prize money that's now up to over €18,000.
Final day!
I've never been this happy in the last two weeks.
Never again in a caravan. Never again in a stable.
-No, please. -Or this nasty breakfast.
-Maybe I will go into farming. -Yes, you might.
If my life would be in farming, I'd throw myself off the stairs.
I don't like it. Waking up early every day...
It's been fun and all for a little while,
but I can't imagine doing this every day.
Why are you so rested?
Honey, we're leaving today. We're going to the city.
-I'm going out tonight right away. -Be chill.
I really think…
-I've never been this happy. -Let's meet at 1.00 a.m. Leidseplein.
Fine, I'll hold you to that. I'll be here.
-You too? -No.
I'll be in bed.
I'm just exhausted this morning.
And these two men are happy and talking all this bullshit,
and I'm like sitting there recovering.
They are completely ADD.
Are you going for the money?
-I know about Marc. -Yes, Marc is going for the money.
I'd like to win and use the money to go on holidays.
It just seems nice to win something for once.
I never win anything either.
Cheers, to the final.
Yes!
I didn't expect to reach the final.
It's cool that I'm standing here now.
Yesterday I barely made it to the final,
so maybe I'll barely win this final and I'll go home with €18,500.
I'm ready for the final.
My junior is ready for the final.
Let's go!
There they are.
Our three finalists.
Wow. Hi.
How does that sound, Shirley? Have you ever been a finalist?
No.
I've never reached something this far.
-First time for everything. -Yes.
Faisel, what did you miss the most? Apart from your phone?
I was grumpy during this show,
so I think the sex, because you're not coming for 2.5 weeks,
so that was tough.
So I missed my boyfriend too.
Is 2.5 weeks a new record?
-With sex? -Yes.
I'm not that sexually active, but I have to come
to be happy, otherwise I get grumpy.
I can't get my period, so it has to be that.
-But I see you're laughing again. -Yes.
-You're alone in the caravan. -No, with them. The three of us.
-I was the third wheel. -Stop it.
Yes.
Is there a spark between them just before the final?
-Let's not exaggerate. -I think so.
I want to know. What happened here?
I lowkey think they're going to end up together.
-Ah, please. -Marc is hoping it.
-Did I miss something? -No.
-Something is going on here. -You didn't miss anything.
-What an exciting twist. -No.
-Nice. I know enough. -Stop it.
What kind of set up is this?
-No, I'm joking, honey. -Fool.
-Marc, what did you miss the most? -I'd say my PlayStation,
the ladies.
The ladies.
It happens to be my father's birthday today, so I miss him too.
-Congrats. -Thanks.
-Maybe you should go home. -Maybe I should.
But I'll go home with a big gift.
-€18,000. -Yes, exactly.
So yeah, I'm missing that.
All good things to look forward to when you go home.
Indeed.
But, guys, first you will have to complete a big course.
-How big? -How big?
Where elements of the last weeks will come together.
That's what I thought.
In the first part, the candidates will have to milk a cow.
With that milk they will have to fill up a tube to get to a ball.
When they've done that, they will go on to the next step
where they need to catch five fish with a magnetic rod.
If they do that, they go to step three.
Every influencer has five bags with a total of 49 puzzle pieces.
They have to get them across one by one via a balance beam
above a mud puddle.
Whoever falls, has to start over.
And then they come to the last part,
finishing a countryside puzzle.
The city dweller who completes the puzzle first,
goes home with the prize money.
Wow.
Are you ready?
Yes, maybe.
In three, two, one, go!
Okay.
My hand already hurts.
-Fais, don't complain. -I can't do it anymore.
And Marc has filled his first container with milk.
What? You're kidding me.
This can't be true.
I was fast as lightning. Bam.
Marc is underway with the second container of milk.
You got to be kidding me.
Fill up the container. Run. Go back.
-Mine is not full. -Come on, guys.
Yes.
You have to squeeze hard, and I kept squeezing.
Shirley wasn't doing good either.
Marc was almost done and I'm like, "There he goes again."
-I'm cramping. -Me too.
Shirley, I can't do it anymore.
Don't run like an idiot, please.
I can't do this.
The cow was squirting.
It got on my fingers, hand, pants, clothes.
There was milk in my shoes.
I haven't used my arms in years.
I can't do it anymore.
I wanted to do all four of them at the same time.
But the stool was in my way.
I could do it better from the ground,
where I could grab all four of them and get more milk.
But it went into my sleeves, so that wasn't going well.
Ah, no. Shit.
I dropped a container. I was like, "Shit."
What happened?
-I dropped a container. -How bad.
Come on, guys.
-Fais, I'm in so much pain. -Yes, me too.
It's easy for him, he's milking himself every day.
My forearms were cramping. I thought, "Fuck it. Keep going."
"I can do this at night on my own, so I can do this too."
-He is almost there, Shirley. -Mine is still at the beginning.
-Mine too. -Even you are faster than I am.
"Even?" What do you mean, "even"?
The tube was almost filled, so I was like,
"Fill it up quickly to push the ball up."
Robbert said, "Yes, you can move on." I was like, "Let's go."
Marc has started fishing.
-What? -Yes.
-My fingers can't do it anymore. -Me neither.
The fishing was very hard.
The fishing rod was so long with a long line which had a magnet,
and I was like...
Jesus, I'm still here as the last one with this fucking plastic cow.
I can't do this anymore, I can't.
Marc already has two fishes from the pool.
I can't empty this cow.
Don't give up.
Marc got his third fish.
-Will this be enough for Faisel? -I hope so.
Yes. Faisel can move on.
I'm like, "Am I crazy?" Everyone is so much faster than I am.
I was done with it. Completely done.
Shit.
I can't even see the fish. So I was looking closely,
Marc had three already, and I still need five.
And then I got one. That gave me a bit of hope.
Yes, Marc has five fish. You can move on, Marc.
I don't trust Marc. He can't do puzzles, so I'm taking a break.
I'm cramping.
Do I have to start over now?
I walked across the balance beam and I fell in the water. Shit.
The second time I thought, "Focus."
"Dry your shoes, walk slowly over the beam. Don't worry."
Dammit.
I really struggled with the fact I was so far behind.
So I thought, "What's the point?"
Still not good enough?
I thought, "I'm dragging that cow over this pasture."
And just pour the milk from the cow in the tube. I was going crazy.
Move on, Faisel.
I got the last fish and I ran to the puzzle.
I thought, "This is the easy part."
-Yes. -Yes.
I thought, "This is easy, I used to play this game."
"It was my favorite game with the fish and magnet."
"I have practiced this many times."
This is making me angry. I want to go home.
Come on.
-Come on. -Okay.
It wasn't working.
I didn't see the fish, so I was just guessing.
The magnet went all different ways and the fish were swimming away.
Yes, I'm almost doing it.
I wanted to break that rod. I'm done with this shitty final.
I don't like it anymore.
Faisel has also started to bring puzzle pieces to the other side.
Okay.
Three.
I have to pee. Oh, no.
One more.
Shit.
-I have to pee, Robbert. -Come on.
I have to pee.
Okay.
Little fish.
-Yes move on. Run. -Where to? Okay.
Marc is starting with the puzzle.
Ow, I'm breaking my ankle.
Go, go.
-How much do you still need? -Three more.
Come on, guys. One more bag for Faisel.
I have a collapsed lung, I think.
I'm cramping.
-Come on. -I'm cramping.
Let's see. The cow, the cow.
Faisel is also starting with the puzzle.
I thought, "Shirley still has to start,
and I don't know what Marc is doing." "Just stay focused."
Dammit.
-One more bag for Shirley. Come on. -Yes.
Is this the house?
This one goes there, I think.
"Come on, focus." "Don't look at the others."
"Just keep going. I'll make it."
Okay...
Shit.
-Come on, Shirley. -My shoe.
You can start the puzzle.
-My shoe. -Start with the puzzle.
I lost my shoe.
This is my game.
I suck at the other games, but puzzles…
I think I'm smarter than they are.
I'm having a… I need oxygen later.
This is a mud path. With a pig.
I couldn't find the pieces with the house on it. I had all the other things
and I didn't know how to do it. I was going crazy.
Oh, my God.
I don't know where they all go.
Am I dumb?
From the corner of my eye, I see some sort of painting emerging at Shirley's.
I thought, "No, just focus on yourself."
Can I say something?
I think I'm done.
-Yes, run. Get the trophy. -Am I done?
Shirley, I'm proud of you.
-Am I done? -Yes, you got it.
-To my golden clog. -Hold it up.
I've won the golden clog.
I've never won anything. I like it a lot. It's really cool.
Shirley!
-It's a cute clog. -I'm proud of you.
You've won, honey.
-Congrats, Shirley. -Thanks, Marc.
-I'm happy for you. -Really?
-Yes, really. I'm happy for you. -Shirley!
Shirley, you're the winner!
Fuck, I lost. Stupid puzzle. Shit.
I'm happy Shirley won. But that trophy she won,
hopefully I can win it next year.
Your last pay slip.
The most lit pay slip till now.
€18,415.
This adventure taught me that the farming life
is not for me and I will never go to a farm again.
I'm happy I'm going back to the city.
I'm going on holidays, I'll be ordering cocktails.
I'm buying new shoes, because mine are covered in shit.
I'm relieved I'm leaving the countryside and I'm also proud.
I'm leaving the countryside and I'm heading to Rotterdam at full speed. ey's.