PREVIOUSLY
City dweller!
Come on over!
-See! -It is that scarecrow.
I told you.
Plamedi. I really want you to tell me who you're going to use it on.
I choose Elias, man.
I didn't see the mussel coming. Not at all, actually.
The votes are counted. And it was really close.
Shanta, you're also in the danger zone.
Would you then point out for me
the person who deserves a second chance?
Okay.
One of you two will be back in your own bed tonight.
HEELS IN THE HAY UPSET INFLUENCERS - SEASON 2
For one of you two, this adventure ends tonight.
But a choice has been made.
Shanta, you get a second chance.
Elias.
For you, the adventure is over.
Well done.
-Yeah, what can I say? Didn't expect it. -No.
-But yeah, it is what it is. -Yes.
-Farewell. -Yes.
-Unfortunately, it ends here for you. -Yes.
Say goodbye to the group.
-Luca. -Hey, man.
Your choice, yes?
Beaten.
-Amigo. -Amigo.
-Get them, dude. -Mate.
-Will do, mate. -Yes?
-Don't cry, darling. -Good luck.
Yes, I think it's a pity, of course.
I was actually the closest to him here.
And now he's gone.
-Yes, still. -You may go that way.
Elias.
Checking off Cassidy was the plan. Deborah too.
But getting screwed?
No, that wasn't the plan. Exit.
Elias' departure hits hard,
just like the early hour at which our influencers have to wake up
on a Sunday morning.
In the city, they'd normally be rolling into their beds straight from the club.
And this is not the bell for the final round.
I hear a bell and I think, "What is this? It's Sunday."
Half past six?
Pretty intense to get up on a Sunday at half past six
to go work in the countryside.
-Morning. -Good morning.
We're going to plant seedlings.
If you get ready, we could start soon. Yes?
It's way too early for me. No way.
My body is stiff. I still need to shower and have breakfast.
Let me be. It's too early.
It's terrible.
What the hell?
-Yordi, you didn't snore. -Someone here is snoring.
I think it's Harléya.
Guys. Are you coming?
They're in the mood.
Trudge, trudge, trudge.
You can see who's in the mood.
Vegetables of the ground.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
We're going to do two things.
Clean the chicken coop with neighbor Henk
and plant with me.
There's the planting machine in the field.
Four people are going to help me.
Shanta, Daniëlle, Deborah and Plamedi.
And the rest go with Henk.
The piggy bank can be filled again
with two tasks that Farmer Max has planned for the influencers.
There's as much as €200 to be earned per person.
TEAM CHICKEN CART
Look, you can get in here.
There are wooden boards underneath.
They need to be pried off with the slide that's in it.
And onto the manure pile, so it's quite the job.
That's basically shit, manure.
-It's fine. We'll help you. -Yes.
What I do with all the farmers is just really suck up.
As soon as he walks away, I stop giving a fuck.
-Which side should I use? -I'd use the sharp side.
Okay. Should I go in now?
Sure. You can try first and see how far you can get in.
Then you start cleaning at the front.
They smell?
I'll be honest, my shit smells worse.
-You do it with your hands. -He has no extra tools.
Yuck.
I've never seen someone on the farm with such long nails.
Someone who comes to work with glitters and little stones on those long nails.
HENK FARMER
This is really nasty.
Why do I have to pick up poop with my bare hands
just because Mr. Farmer doesn't have enough tools?
-It's no big deal. -Okay.
It's just poop. It won't bite you.
Instead of shoveling shit,
the planting team does something constructive.
They place seedlings on the conveyor belt,
which are then planted in the soil by a machine.
You're on a planting machine.
The machine plants four rows of plants on one bed.
In this case, it's chard.
What you're doing is making sure
-that the belts stay full. Yes? -Okay.
-Are we getting gloves? -No.
That's clear, then.
Get seedlings on a conveyor belt as fast as possible. What could go wrong?
Hey, stop.
I dropped two of them.
Daan, you're doing well.
Shanta, if you take the other row, you can keep up with it.
-Shanta has two. Should I help her? -Two rows.
-The three of you must do it together. -I get it.
Not that Shanta has two and you have one.
You have to hurry.
Grab the trays, put beet seedlings into the soil.
A piece of cake, but not for Daniëlle.
Shit. It's suddenly going fast. Fuck.
I don't think she has that coordination
while taking the seedlings and putting them in. I literally see her…
-Shit. Plam, I dropped one. -Yes.
-Plamy? -Yes.
Daniëlle isn't cut out for work.
The cleaning crew has cleared the manure from under the coop.
Now it's time for the coop itself.
-Luca? -Yes?
Please come inside?
-This one needs to go. -Do I have to stand there?
Yes, at the back.
The chickens can't be trusted.
Put me with the pigs and cows. I'm always such a scaredy-cat.
-This is scary. -They're harmless.
That chicken must go.
Luca is afraid of chicken.
I don't get how you can be so afraid of them.
Those chickens, they're just sitting…
-I'm sweating all over. -Don't exaggerate.
You see all those chickens,
and you think, "You might be in my stomach tonight."
-Spray the walls and the roof clean. -Really, like this?
Yes, wet it thoroughly and then start using the brushes.
Yes.
Spray the chickens to the wall.
-Sorry. -Hello!
Yes, scrub. That pipe, the belts. Everything needs to be cleaned.
A shitty job.
-They're still scrubbing. -Yeah.
Then you can spray along the outside with the pressure washer.
Yeah. Okay.
-Luca! -Who's doing that?
Luca is spraying down the outside.
With Team Planting, there's less laughter.
Daniëlle's fumbling and whining is driving the group to despair.
I've hurt my hands.
How many plants have we handled already? I think five million.
Daniëlle is a little princess when it comes to work.
I dropped one.
Lots of sighing, not much working.
Plam, I dropped one.
Please don't drop too many.
My back.
Maybe it wasn't her day, but it was annoying for me,
because I have back pain and I didn't want to bend to pick things up.
But she kept dropping them.
A tricky crate, huh?
Then I thought, "Fuck her."
A seedling has fallen.
It's under the tractor.
A seedling has fallen.
Sorry, a seedling has fallen.
Yordi is still doing his best, but the team inside is fed up with it.
At least, while farmer Henk is out of sight.
-It's clean, so we can still-- -He's coming.
How's it going?
-Good. -Look, nice.
Another clean coop.
-That scrubbing agent is really important. -Yeah, it works well.
-Yes? -Okay, thanks.
-Okay, it's ready. -Yes?
You can check for leftover seedlings, then we're done.
-What did you think of Max? -I thought he was pretty chill. You?
-Earlier, I thought he was a bit arrogant. -Yeah?
I thought he was in a better mood today. I don't know why.
I think Max got laid, because he's in such a good mood.
He got a little action.
TEAM CHICKEN CART
-Do you want to hold one? -Hold one?
You know what? Luca is afraid of chickens.
-You first. -Overcome your fear.
I thought if I grabbed a chicken and gave it to him,
it would complete the circle.
-If you can catch a chicken, I'll hold it. -Okay.
This one.
I thought he'd never manage it.
That one is too fast. The brown one.
Come on, mate.
I just didn't get one.
Difficult, man.
Mate.
Yes. He has a chicken.
-I wouldn't dare. -You can do it. Easy.
-No way. -It's easy.
This one is sweet. Not a pecker.
Okay.
Easy now, buddy. This one's a sweetheart.
Don't squeeze, okay?
Good job, mate. Proud of you. See? A sweetheart, right?
Sorry, I don't like it.
I'm proud of myself. I held a chicken.
I held a chicken!
I'm calling him Juan, because he's the only one I'm holding.
We're going to stop now.
-Are we done? -Great.
Yes. That'll do.
-Fantastic. -Yeah?
-Thank you. -You're a very sweet farmer.
-Can I have a hug, Henk? -Thank you.
Okay, bye.
Thanks, Henk.
Love Henk. Finally, a nice farmer.
Max is nice too.
TEAM PLANTS
-I'm glad I worked with you. -Yes, me too.
But don't vote for me anymore, bitch.
Sorry.
I don't give a fuck that I voted for her, because she'll be on the list again.
Even when I'm sitting next to her.
It's not nice for her, but I want to be in that final.
Do you forgive me?
-Forgiven, but not forgotten. -No.
All over the farm, the game is truly on now.
-Can I ask something? -Yes, what was that?
I walked to the toilet and saw you talking to Deborah, bitch.
-No. -I freaked out right away.
Don't worry. We just chatted.
Everyone's talking. No one can be trusted.
I told her I'm going to vote for Daniëlle.
She wants to go for Yordi and Daniëlle. She told me that.
They want to go for Yordi.
They want to pit Yordi and Daniëlle against each other.
-But we're not going for Daniëlle. -No, not her.
Daniëlle is on our side. It'd be stupid to take her out.
I decide to trust Esmee.
She's in my alliance,
and we're going to see how we're going to nail this game.
Shanta and I want Deborah out.
It's about Luca, Deborah, and Les.
There's still one person who has to go from their group.
-One. -Yes.
Then our majority will be even bigger and stronger.
-Why are you so quiet? -I…
-I hear you. -Okay.
I have bonds with Lea, Shanta, Esmee and Daniëlle.
And a bond with Luca, Lesley, Deborah and Yordi.
I'm everywhere.
Can I trust you?
-Absolutely. -You won't tell Deborah anything?
-She doesn't trust me. -I don't trust you.
I don't know which side you're on.
You're dangerous.
Esmee isn't the only one who senses trouble.
I'm changing upstairs and I hear my name being mentioned.
This isn't coming from the mouth of someone in my group,
and I'm like, "Strange."
So I lean over the hay and look down,
and I find out that Esmee and Shanta are going to vote for me.
-She shouldn't see us like this. -No.
And I'm like, "The fuck? Am I already such a threat to you?"
Well, the atmosphere is nice
and the money hasn't come in yet.
Dinero, dinero, dinero
Give me my moolah.
-Can I go first? -Harléya, go ahead.
Why not that €200?
€180. Okay.
Disrespectful. I find it so disrespectful
that I earned only €10 more than Daniëlle.
I still think €180 is a lot for how Daniëlle did.
She was sighing in my ear the whole time.
-€190. -Then you should get that too.
I got the full 200, and I deserve it.
Shanta too?
Deborah and I did the same work. She has €200 and I have €190.
If I had known, I wouldn't have done anything either. Just one basket.
-€190. -A good hit.
Because I held a chicken. I called her Juan.
Things aren't going my way this season. I haven't gotten a full haul yet.
The group earned a total of €1,720.
The pig has been fattened up to €8,185.
But not everyone is happy.
Daniëlle got almost as much as Shanta,
and she's pissed.
I have €10 more than Daniëlle.
She should've gotten €50. She didn't do anything.
That's what it's about. That's unfair, end of story.
If I'd known, I wouldn't have bothered.
Oh, my God, look.
-A letter. -Here we go again. Jeez.
"Dear city dwellers, your workday on the farm is almost over."
"Before you can rest, there's still one tradition on the schedule."
"Here, the harvest of your choices weighs more than a full wheelbarrow."
"Get ready for the rural tradition. See you soon. Regards, Robbert."
Probably a tough race or something.
Hopefully, there's immunity to win. That would be nice.
Since you can't trust everyone, that'd be really nice.
-Luca farted again. -So gross.
Sometimes I let out a stress fart.
I can't help it.
Apparently, there's tension in the air.
I understand, because something is about to happen.
-I see all kinds of bottles. -It looks like a board game.
I love games. I love competition, not losing.
Good day.
I'm here with two farmers from Brabant.
Stefan and Jeroen.
-Welcome, everybody. -Hello.
Gentlemen, welcome.
-Harléya. -Hi.
I heard something. What did you say?
They're all right.
-They're handsome. -They're all right.
-Thank you. -Thanks. You're all right too.
-Thank you. -I want to hear it again. Hello.
Okay.
Deborah, how did you sleep last night?
-In Elias's sleeping bag. -To keep his scent on you?
Yes, something like that.
Plamedi.
-You're responsible for Elias' exit. -Correct.
-Any guilt left? -No.
Plamedi is just playing the game too. Lying, deceiving.
It's a game. Someone had to go, and it was him.
If it were up to me, I'd send her home.
Today, we're going to play an old Dutch game.
It's called clog throwing.
A tough-as-nails game,
where you quickly find out who your friends are,
and more importantly, who aren't.
You'll come here one by one.
Then you choose whose bottle you're going to knock over.
Whoever's bottles get knocked over first
is immediately in the danger zone.
-That explains those friends. Got it. -Do you get it, Daniëlle? Good.
If someone knocks my bottle over, it's war. War.
That was a real bummer,
because you couldn't strategize with your team beforehand.
You'll be deciding today
whose adventure might actually end tomorrow.
Now we're going to see their true colors.
This is a real tradition for you.
What makes it so fun?
Normally, we do it with friends or family.
STEFAN FARMHAND
Usually in a pleasant atmosphere, with a drink on the side.
When you knock a bottle over, do you have to take a shot or something?
That's how it works.
So sad. Just enjoy a vodka-Red Bull or some champagne.
Luca.
You may start.
Come on, Luca. Be smart.
Who will you throw it at?
A few people had voted for me. I'm going for Esmee first.
It's payback time now, and then we'll be even again.
Missed.
Harléya.
It's my turn.
I look at the group and think, "I can't do this to my girls."
-Who are you throwing at? -Yordi.
So you want Yordi to go?
Of everyone here, yes.
It was a matter of time before this happened.
This is how they get all the strong players out.
Nice.
-Daniëlle. -Hello.
-Deborah. She's voted for me a few times… -All of us.
…so I think it's time to get to do something back for once.
I think Deborah is an annoying bitch.
A hypocrite.
I want Deborah out.
Nice.
Lesley.
Shanta, because I voted for her yesterday.
That way, I don't make new enemies.
-At the bottle, not each other. -I did my best.
Okay, Yordi. Who's getting your clog?
Harléya.
She opened fire on me, so…
-Did she shoot herself in the foot? -Yeah.
My God. What have I gotten myself into?
And he hits it right away.
Of course! Nice!
Took one out immediately.
-Who are you going to throw at? -Shanta.
And why Shanta?
Because when I was upstairs,
I heard her telling the group that they should vote for me.
Hear, hear.
-Yes. A hit. -Beautiful clog, Deborah. Very beautiful.
Our newest recruit, Esmee. Come on.
I was so nervous. It doesn't happen often, but I had palpitations.
I knew I had to make a choice,
but I was thinking about it so much and I just couldn't decide.
I was thinking Yordi or Deborah.
I'll follow my teammate. Yordi, then.
I really don't think that's normal.
I was startled when Esmee chose me.
What is she doing? She follows her partners and goes straight at me.
-My God, though. -Sorry.
I'm being attacked from all sides.
Plam.
Yordi.
-Yordi? -Yes.
-Shit. -Very nice one.
Nice. You throw well.
I dug my own grave.
Okay, Shanta.
I have to choose between Lesley and Deborah. They chose me.
I don't know what Deborah meant, so I choose her.
Don't you know what you said?
I never told them to go for you.
-You didn't? -Certainly not.
Really, Shanta? Seriously?
-Yes, seriously. -Sorry, though.
You'll have a problem if you're lying.
I never told them that we should all go after you.
Shanta, I was watching you from above.
-Everyone came up, not specifically-- -Really, girl.
Learn to lie. You suck at it.
-Deborah it is. -Okay.
Just like your lies. Not good enough.
Who do you choose?
They're going for my sister, Deborah, so I might as well go for Shanta.
Fuck. Motherfucker. Fuck
I took it personally.
They say it's a game, but it's a whole group against you.
-Who are you going for? Yordi? -The same.
Pathetic, man. Three against me and not even one down. Really pathetic.
-What did you say, Yordi? -Just one. Nice.
Of course!
Yordi and Shanta have one bottle each.
I don't want to any more. What a hassle this is.
I saw one bottle at Yordi's and one bottle at mine.
Then it was Daniëlle's turn and I thought, "I hope you hit Yordi."
On the other hand, since we're here now…
She didn't even look at Yordi. She just went for Deborah.
I'm thinking, "Daniëlle, what the fuck are you doing?"
"You see all of us throwing at Yordi, so you follow us, right?"
Well, there we go.
Why do you go after Deborah alone
when you see everyone choosing Yordi?
He had one bottle left.
Looks like it's between Shanta and Yordi.
Luca.
-Come on, please. -I'm really trying, man.
Yes! Nice, man.
-Shanta, you don't seem popular here. -No.
Your spot here on the farm is no longer safe.
You're in the danger zone tomorrow.
I thought, "Fuck, I'm done for."
With Shanta officially in the danger zone, the clog game is over.
But Daniëlle's decision to throw at Deborah instead of Yordi
heats things up.
You see one, two… Yordi still has two, she has one,
then you start thinking, right?
Daniëlle was the only one going for Deborah,
and she let us down.
She should have followed us and gone for Yordi too.
There's one bottle there, and what do you choose? You choose…
-I thought it was a better target. -No way.
The worst part is that she still doesn't get it.
I've explained it a hundred times.
God damn it.
These timings aren't normal.
-Good morning. -Good morning, Max.
We start in about fifteen minutes.
A bit early, huh?
Half past five, six o'clock. Those aren't normal timings.
We're going to harvest pumpkins.
Get ready quickly. I expect you in the courtyard in ten minutes.
-Yes? -Fine.
Ouch, my back.
Good heavens, that farmer is in front of me again. "Out. 15 minutes."
Those farts of yours last night, seriously.
-Sorry. -Abnormal.
-I'm sorry. -Really.
The alarm clock rings mercilessly.
Fifteen more minutes before the real work begins.
On the farm, that is.
Getting up early never gets easier.
Well, they need to be ready in two minutes.
I need to get dressed first.
It's early, but I won't let it get to me.
I'm going to do my job, get my money, and we don't complain.
-Good morning. -It's almost noon. Where are the others?
No idea. Brushing teeth, showering?
-Really? -I guess.
Yeah, I'm not going to protect Daniëlle, because she's always late.
She's always busy and she showers four times a day.
-We're about to start. -That's fine.
We'll be harvesting 90 kilos of leek
for packages that will be packed today and delivered tomorrow.
And we're bringing in the pumpkins.
Harvesting is doing something out in the field.
Plants, seeds, I don't know.
Something like that.
They'll have to work very hard.
Team Pumpkin Harvesting does that under the leadership of farmer Max.
Team Leek Harvesting goes with farmer Broos.
Everyone can earn €200.
TEAM PUMPKIN
-Are those the pumpkins? -Yes.
Here's a pumpkin for you. You cut it off
and take the stem with it, about three centimeters of it.
You cut it off, lay them in a row,
and then we pick them up with the tractor.
It took a while, but Daniëlle is here too.
-What's your name again? -Daniëlle.
I was late. I was still getting dressed.
I don't know how fast I'm supposed to get downstairs
and put on clean underwear. It takes a few minutes.
-You have to join the other group. -You're kidding.
Yes, really.
What stamina.
I was on the wrong team.
When I saw you, I was already there. I walked…
You weren't dressed yet. You hadn't put on your overalls.
-No, that's right. -No. Exactly.
Fuck.
What a mess. I was already late. I saw Max, and he wasn't happy.
I've explained it already, so I'll keep it short.
Sorry I'm late.
When Daniëlle came, she said, "I was in the toilet."
She had such a layer on.
You weren't in the toilet, you were putting on makeup.
You cut the pumpkin off and put it in the net.
-Right. All the way to the back? -Yes.
-Daan, why were you late? -Toilet.
Probably still taking a dump. She always has an excuse.
When she came later, her excuse was that she was in the wrong group.
But truth is, she's just slow.
Come here for a moment, and I'll show you.
Take that leek out. See, you pull it out.
Tap it against your foot.
Done. Now you have nice leeks.
You should be able to fill up at least three or four crates an hour.
Make sure you grab it from underneath.
Sorry, farmer Broos? Take the "r" out, he's farmer Boss.
Hello. Two people huddled together? That doesn't work.
Bring that wheelbarrow over here.
-"Bring that wheelbarrow"? -Yes.
Fetch that wheelbarrow. Come on, hurry up.
He's unbearable and fucking disrespectful. Sorry.
-This one isn't good, is it? -A small one.
No, look here.
Do you see it like this in the store?
It has to be neat.
You have to hold the leek here. Not there, you'll press sand into it.
What should I say? A bit of a grumpy man.
It's probably not very nice at home.
Come on, guys. Hurry up.
Hurry up. After a while, you'll have to work faster.
Don't sigh. Work.
-That's how I breathe. -That's how you breathe?
-Then you should keep doing that. -Yes.
He was right on our asses. He kept a close eye on me.
Rushing us like dogs.
Come on, Yordi. Hup, hup, hup.
-What's that? "Hup, hup, hup?" -Quick, quick.
Quick. Okay.
-I thought so. -What did you think?
That you were calling a dog.
-You've cut this too far. -Yeah?
Here too. You're clearly cutting too far.
-Don't do it again, okay? -Okay.
He was condescending to us and sweet to Deborah.
I think you'll become a real farmer girl.
Yes, you really have a talent for it.
It seemed like farmer Broos wanted to check if Deborah was single,
because he asked certain questions that had nothing to do with cutting leeks.
Maybe you should join Farmer Seeks Wife.
You'll get a lot of letters.
A whole lot of letters.
-He's going to sign up. -Yes, himself.
Farmer Seeks Girl.
A bit awkward, but okay. Thanks, I guess?
That's why Deborah keeps getting a lot of money. The farmers find her sexy.
-Yes. -Yes? He said yes.
Broos has a crush on Deborah, but don't act so tough.
I'll call your wife. He has a wife.
TEAM PUMPKIN
Look. Nice pumpkin.
-Sweet pumpkin. -Look!
Two of them are stuck together!
-Just keep them together. -How nice.
I like picking pumpkins.
It's nice to be outdoors, and they have a cheerful color.
Those damn brown-nosers.
Yes, Lesley. You have a sad life and you love pumpkins, but shut up.
A pumpkin patch is not for me.
I don't see the orientation or organization clearly.
I don't know. I'm a bit dizzy. I haven't even had coffee.
She drains energy and draws all the attention to herself.
-I don't like this. -Is there any task you did enjoy?
Those seedlings yesterday were fun. But this hurts. Those prickles.
Daniëlle isn't doing so well.
She doesn't understand the task either.
What will you do tonight?
It's a bit early to talk about that now.
A strong player beside her.
We'd rather put a strong player opposite her.
-Yes. -But Esmee prefers a weak player.
She wants to save Shanta, and we don't.
So you'd rather face a strong player in the final, is that right?
I'd rather face people of equal level in the final.
Nice. So maybe you want to face me.
Yes, for example.
We would be evenly matched in the final.
And me? Am I on the same level as you?
That depends. If we have to work, I don't think so.
I don't think of Daniëlle when I think of a strong player.
I'm sure I'm not the only one.
-I work really hard, you know. -Well, that's not what I've heard.
It rubbed her the wrong way.
That's not cool.
It's insulting when people say--
Don't get so offended right away.
See how dirty my hands are? I'm working really hard here.
Why do you say that in front of farmer Max who's standing right next to us?
At a moment when I'm already late?
We all know that you struggle with it the most.
Maybe, but I did work hard.
Yes, you worked really hard. It's okay.
Go enjoy some gangbangs and shut the hell up, girl.
Have another pumpkin.
Two-thirds of the desired amount has been harvested.
Keep working hard and you'll be done in half an hour.
-Is this enough? -You're doing great.
Thank you.
Deborah was nailing it.
I felt a bit intimidated.
I kept hearing, "Deborah, good job."
"Deborah, very good." "Nice, Deborah."
I was like, "I want to hear that too. 'Harléya, nice. Very good. Keep it up.'"
A bit faster. Look, it's taking a long time.
At least Debbie has the pace.
You even gave her a nickname?
He couldn't pronounce "Deborah."
I told him, "Just call me Deb."
And he said, "Is Debbie okay?" Yes, that's fine too.
-Well, that's just-- -No, sorry.
-It's clear, you know. -Yeah. We get it.
Deborah. Debbie is her nickname.
We understand what's going on.
When I heard that, I knew we were done.
No matter how hard we work, we're all 5-0 behind.
Daniëlle and Lesley, get on the cart.
-Yes. -Esmee and Luca,
you can throw the pumpkins towards them.
-And they catch them? -Yes. They absolutely must not fall.
It's not the best idea to put Daniëlle and Lesley on that cart.
What? Are you going to throw at me?
Yes, what… Wait now.
Daniëlle isn't doing anything. She can't catch either. She can't do anything.
-Seriously, that one hit my head. -Sorry.
One hits Daniëlle in the face…
-It happens. It wasn't on purpose. -I didn't say it was.
I just said, "Ouch." Is that allowed?
If you don't yell.
Something snapped in Daniëlle.
They started yelling at each other.
I'm allowed to react to what's happening, right?
-I'm just saying it wasn't on purpose. -No…
-I don't say that. -Oh, don't start!
Daniëlle and Lesley are arguing.
I see Lesley standing in between.
Lesley is my best friend here and I know she's not the fiery type.
-Shut up. I can't stand you anymore. -Shut your own mouth.
Lesley losing it? That's intense.
Daniëlle…
Who are you talking to like that? Fuck off, man.
I see Daniëlle there and think,
Focus on the work, Les. Come on. Otherwise you'll lose points.
I'm going to ignore Daniëlle for a while, because…
No, I just can't deal with her.
We come back and are together again,
and everyone wants to know what the screaming was about.
We were talking about who we did or didn't want to face in the final.
I want people who are equal to me.
And Daniëlle walks by.
She said something like, "Do you think I'm equal to you?"
I jokingly said, "When it comes to working, no."
And then she went, "You know, blah, blah…"
I didn't react strongly to that.
-Yes, you did. -I got a pumpkin in my face.
I said, "Ouch, that hurts."
-You said, "That wasn't on purpose." -That was later. I was long done with you.
Before that, I had no issues with you.
-That's your own insecurity. -Insecurity?
Who's insecure with that much makeup on?
I like myself with makeup. That's not insecurity.
Get a better mirror with the way you look, girl.
-What are you saying to her? -Are you gonna stand up for her?
-She says I'm insecure. -No, you say…
-Mind your own business. -I'm not.
Black. Everything's black.
-Mind your own business. -Let me finish!
-Shut the fuck up! -Don't yell at me like that.
Don't yell at me.
-Don't shout. With your little finger. -Get the hell out of my face.
-Two for you. -Don't, Daniëlle.
-Don't do it. -Fuck off!
What's all the fuss about? Act normal.
-You need to shut up. -Speak with respect.
What are you gonna do?
At some point, they got really close and we had to intervene.
-Speak with respect. -Come here.
Something snapped in me.
You're kissing her ass. You're defending her.
Yes, I snapped.
Dirty, filthy suckers, all of you.
Drama has been unleashed, and the tension is palpable.
Tension and excitement in the camp. It's going back and forth.
I'm really enjoying myself.
I'm going to eat. Let me be.
-Look at you, dirty filthy bitch. -She disgusts me.
We're not doing this.
And now a little kiss. Ass-lickers, all of you.
I give her a kiss on the forehead and I hear her calling out to me.
"Now she's sucking up to Lesley." I'm like, "The fuck?"
Am I not allowed to kiss? Crazy broad.
-You're snapping at everyone. -Who, me?
-Can't I give her a hug? -Why am I snapping?
Can't you see I'm having a conversation?
She was angry at the world. We couldn't say or do anything anymore.
You're a grown woman. Act like it.
Take your hand away, dirty slut.
She was pissed.
Who do I think I am? You're your mother.
-Your mother. -Fuck you.
-Please. Stop it. -Dirty bitch.
Go fuck ten guys, you dirty, filthy whore.
I don't like fighting. I don't want to freak out or be angry.
So I go into a little cocoon and shut myself off.
I was so wrong about her. I was defending her the whole time.
I'm always kind. I say one thing, and she acts so mean.
Come on. You're right. Don't let it get to you.
I'm not someone who fights. I don't want to fight.
That's why I'm always kind to her.
I see everyone acting mean, and it's just sad.
Then I make one joke and she starts attacking me immediately.
Yeah, I really felt sorry that a bitch like her
could make Lesley cry. Really.
I'm not allowed to hit someone on this show, am I?
You can say what's bothering you, but such words aren't necessary, right?
I think she's a fucking bitch. Lesley, I think you're a fucking bitch.
-Yeah. -With that witch face.
The vibe was already explosive, and it seems to be getting worse.
Maybe those €200, the maximum they can earn, can save the vibe a bit.
€40.
I didn't expect to earn much, but €40 seems extremely little.
€60.
What do I get?
-I should get €200 too. -You should, and Luca as well.
Okay, €150.
I would have preferred €200, but I can live with €150.
I got the full amount.
I know myself.
I know it's not just because he likes me.
I've gotten the full amount several times because I work hard.
Zero?
Zero.
This really is karma.
Saying you work just as hard as me and then earning zero. Hilarious.
Zero is intense. How is that even possible?
Not even €5 or €2? Oh, my God, Daniëlle.
The four of us, we don't even have the full amount together.
I didn't deserve that either. Make it €10 then. Zero?
The farmer decides the earnings.
So Daniëlle goes to confront him.
Farmer Max, do you have a moment?
Tell me.
I got my pay slip with zero euros on it, and I was wondering why.
Do you want me to spell it out?
Zero euros is very little for hours of work.
-I've always done my best. -I don't think so.
But zero? I might as well have slept in.
You did. You were too late.
-I was two minutes late-- -No, we had already started.
I was on the wrong team.
First you were on the wrong team. Before that, it was the toilet.
Before that, you weren't wearing your overalls.
We were already in the yard.
We formed groups and told them what we were doing.
We walked to the field--
-And I was too late. -Let me finish.
Only then did you go to the other group.
After more than five minutes.
And the harvesting itself did not go smoothly.
But zero is really nothing. I think it's a shame.
I think it's nothing.
-I want to thank you for that. -You're welcome.
-That's how it is. Yes. -That's how it is.
It's unfair.
Daniëlle is left empty-handed,
while three others take the full share.
The yield adds up nicely.
€1,080, good for a total of €9,265.
The pot grows, but so does the tension.
No one wants to be nominated next to Shanta.
Do you want to go for Yordi or for Deborah now?
For me, logic applies.
I always want to go for Deborah, but I can't do it alone.
That doesn't work. I go for what works.
With Yordi, you have a chance to stay, so we keep going for him.
Okay, that's fine with me.
I want to go for Deborah, but not if that doesn't work.
-Then she's going home. -All right, Yordi then.
It doesn't look good for me. I haven't forgotten the clog-throwing game.
So, I will be really nervous at tonight's elimination.
-Hello, dear influencers. -Hello.
Welcome to your fourth elimination.
First of all, I want to say that you all look fantastic.
-Thank you. -Harléya, legs in the oil.
Shanta, with your welding glasses.
-Fantastic. -Thanks.
Yesterday, during the clog-throwing, you were the first to be eliminated.
Yes.
What did you think last night?
Yeah, it's not nice. So, yeah.
-Are you prepared to go? -Yes, definitely.
If I go, I go in style.
Daniëlle.
Not exactly your day, I guess.
This was the most intense day I've experienced here so far.
I heard you were late, earned zero euros.
I was just late. I was with the wrong team.
Being late is never good.
I tried to make it up with the farmer, but it didn't work.
Okay, guys. We're going to vote now.
We already know who the first nominee is. Shanta.
As a group, you'll determine who the other one is.
I'll call you up one by one, just like always.
Esmee.
Shanta.
Daniëlle.
I don't have to explain why.
Yordi.
Harléya.
Today, we're going to look at the votes together.
The first vote…
Daniëlle.
The second vote…
Yordi.
The third vote…
Daniëlle.
The fourth vote…
Daniëlle.
The fifth vote, Daniëlle.
Daniëlle. Daniëlle. Daniëlle.
Wow.
The ninth and final vote…
is also for you, Daniëlle.
-Thanks for your vote. -You're welcome.
Daniëlle, it seems clear to me.
The whole group voted for you.
Unexpected from some.
I was pretty good with Plam and Harléya, but not so much with the others.
I was wrong about them.
-Yes. That's it then. -Obviously.
-You may go pack your bags. -Okay.
I'll go consult with the village council.
See you soon.
It is the unforgiving village council that has the final say.
What are Max, Henk and Broos going to decide?
-Good day, gentleman. -Good day.
-I have two nominees with me. -Great.
Daniëlle and Shanta.
The choice is yours. Who gets a second chance?
-Neither of them are top performers, no. -No.
If you have to win the war with them, it will go wrong.
I'm so done with this.
Do you also have something positive to say about this lady?
Yes, that she's going home.
-Okay, gentlemen. Thank you. -Goodbye.
-Welcome back. -Yes.
Daniëlle, Shanta. Your fate lies in the hands of the village council.
And a choice has been made.
Twan, what kind of farm are we on?
We're on a Turkey farm.
NEXT TIME
It looks like the male genitalia.
I have nothing against that, but not on a face.
I'm getting all wet.
Keep working. You have to clean properly.
Farmer Guus is a bit arrogant. Actually, extremely arrogant.
He is not friendly at all.
I see a few of those tents…
Not again.
This is just inhumane.
Do I have to sleep in the meadow?
In the manure? Are they completely crazy?
Welcome to your fifth elimination.
What some of you don't know yet
-is that the first nominee is known. -No.
It's the first elimination that I'm going to find really scary. uncil.