PREVIOUSLY
I don't know which side you're on.
I have bonds with Lea, Shanta, Esmee and Daniëlle.
And a bond with Luca, Lesley, Deborah and Yordi.
I'm everywhere.
You're dangerous.
Seriously, that one hit my head.
-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.
You're kissing her ass. You're defending her.
Dirty, filthy suckers, all of you.
What's all the fuss about? Act normal.
PREVIOUSLY
Yes! Nice, man.
-Shanta, you don't seem popular here. -No.
You're in the danger zone tomorrow.
-Daniëlle. -Okay.
Daniëlle. Daniëlle. Daniëlle.
Daniëlle, it seems clear to me.
The whole group voted for you.
Wow.
HEELS IN THE HAY UPSET INFLUENCERS - SEASON 2
Daniëlle, Shanta, your fate lies in the hands of the village council.
And a choice has been made.
For one of you, it ends today.
Daniëlle…
-you're going home. -Okay, yes.
Happy.
-Yes? -Yes, I'm really happy.
Yeah I definitely feel screwed, but…
it's okay.
It was a fun experience,
and I'm also kind of glad that I'm leaving.
-Will we see you again in the countryside? -No.
It's not my thing.
I don't take it personally. These people are not on my level.
Shove those pumpkins up your ass. Fine.
-You can go back to the city. -Great. Thank you, Robbert.
For the first time, two alliances worked together to get Daniëlle out.
It went really well.
Say goodbye to the group.
-Good luck, all. -Thanks for participating.
Thank you.
Bye, bitch.
Did you hear that?
-Silence. -Stillness.
Yes, because she's gone.
Sink into the cow dung here, all eight of you. I'm done.
After this heartwarming farewell, it's time to leave Brabant.
The influencer caravan heads to Limburg,
to farmer Twan and his son, Guus.
God only knows where we are. I smell a strange stench.
-I smell cheese. -It smells like butter.
The smell of butter makes me gag. I've had that since I was little.
It smells like butter here. Like warm spreadable butter.
I can't describe it. It makes me nauseous.
It makes me hot too. I hate butter so much.
I think it really stinks. Damn.
-Good morning, guys. -Good morning.
Welcome to beautiful Limburg.
-Cheese. -Yeah.
It smells like cheese or butter that's past its expiry date.
It also smells like dirty feet.
I miss farmer Max.
A bit of a creamy, pungent smell.
I can't quite place it.
Well, gentlemen, these are our influencers.
-Good day. -Welcome.
-Hello. -Good morning.
-This is Twan and Guus. -Hi, Twan and Guus.
Guus is a handsome guy.
Beautiful people.
They're quite good-looking for farmers.
He must be 22 or 23.
At this moment, I'm at the age where I can go for both father and son.
So, basically, I don't care.
I think Deborah has shit in her eyes,
because I don't see what she sees.
-Yes, the middle one. -Now you're exaggerating.
He has a typical farmer's face.
You're into Dutch cheeseheads?
He's got something.
I'm not really into that. But she can have him.
I'll take a felon. Not a farmer. They both start with a "F" anyway.
You don't see this very often in the countryside.
It's definitely a unique sight.
You don't see people like this very often around here.
They're a bit attention-seeking, I think.
GUUS FARMER
Twan, what kind of farm are we on?
We're on a turkey farm.
Oh, my God.
Luca, that sounds fun.
Birds again.
First ostriches, then chickens, now this?
I don't feel too great.
Shanta, what do you know about turkeys?
I thought a turkey… It's not a male chicken. That's a rooster.
A turkey would be its cousin.
Don't worry. In a few days, you'll know everything about turkeys.
There's no time to waste. You'll get to work immediately.
And pay attention.
Today, you can earn up to €250 euros per person.
That's the highest so far.
I'm quiet. I'm not complaining. I want to see the money.
Our bird friends are divided into two groups.
One group goes with farmer Twan, and the other with his son, Guus.
They have no idea that there's a golden paycheck to earn.
It's going to cause quite a stir.
We're going to spread sawdust among the turkeys so they stay dry.
You can do that.
I'm not expecting much, because they're real city people.
They seem more concerned with themselves and their appearance.
I'm afraid we'll get more trouble than help from them.
It looks like the male genitalia.
I have nothing against that, but not on a face.
I'm kind of scared.
I see all those labia everywhere.
It reminds me of a cunt, you know what I mean?
A whole lot of turkey.
I think he said there are 3,000 turkeys.
And they suddenly flapped those wings really hard. I was scared to death.
Luca, you'll startle them if you scream that loud.
Sorry.
You shouldn't do what Luca did.
Stay calm. No sudden movements. It scares them.
Luca is Luca. If you tell him not to scream, he screams anyway.
Sorry. Oh, this is terrible.
-We need to be faster than them. -Yes.
I want to do my very best today and get the full amount.
If I'm in the elimination round, I want the farmers to choose me,
like they've done twice already.
-Yes, more, Shanta. -Okay.
I see Shanta working. I've never seen that before.
We need the full amount.
We went really fast, like…
And we started filling the wheelbarrow.
Then we went back and…
It's mind-numbing work. Yeah, Shanta did great.
You need to walk in front of the wheelbarrow.
The other team is with the son, Guus.
One of the barns has to be cleaned by the pink brigade.
Guus may be young,
but he sets high standards for his employees.
Very high.
We aim for efficiency.
It's a lot of teamwork, and you need each other.
So these are important points that you need to demonstrate.
Everything goes over there, to the drain holes where the water can go.
If I spray the ceiling and they're underneath, they get wet.
-That's not my problem -Okay.
-Not at me, okay? -Sorry.
We'll switch it on.
I'm getting all wet!
All that water straight in my face, into my eyes.
And it's dirty water, because you're spraying on shit
and it drips back on your face. Nice.
The others are spraying. Shit from the roof is falling on me.
What am I doing?
Sorry! Sorry!
Sorry!
It was anything but relaxed. It was hell.
You know, I like getting wet when I'm in the shower.
Not when I get really dirty and can't shower afterwards.
Yordi, you have to clean this one too.
And that bratty farm boy was constantly on our backs.
Hey, work harder. They need to be really clean.
No, farmer Guus isn't what I expected.
He's a bit arrogant. Extremely arrogant, actually.
He's not friendly at all. It gives me a serious ick.
But I try to be nice.
He might be on the farmers' council. You never know.
When this is done and I see him walking, I won't say anything to him anymore.
No, then I'll just walk by.
In the other barn, Esmee and Shanta have set their sights on €250.
They decide to pull out all the stops to impress farmer Twan.
How clever of you.
We pulled our overalls down a little bit
so he could see how cute we were.
You have to keep your overalls on for hygiene reasons.
Keep the overalls on, please.
"Put the overalls back on."
We thought we'd seduce him, but no.
Boobs won't turn that farmer on.
You'll have to use cheese or something.
I'm going to suck up to every farmer.
I'll be out otherwise, and I don't want that.
-Tits don't help. -No.
I can't stand that smell. It really smells like feet.
It smells like morning breath here.
When you're in bed with someone and they say, "Good morning."
-No, sorry, but it's really like that. -Yeah.
All those smells on the farm. Stop. I don't know how these farmers do it.
You know what he said? "We think the city smells bad."
-They think the city smells bad? -Yeah. They're nuts.
This is natural. I don't find this natural.
I really don't find it natural either.
A barn further, farmer Guus can no longer stand to watch
the chaotic work of the city dwellers.
If the three of you lined up, you'd form a single front.
Because you spray there and it runs off here.
If the three of you work together as a team, it will be much easier.
We had to clean the floor as a team.
Final position: Lesley is in front. Completely alone.
At least I'm still with Deborah and Yordi.
I think we did work as a team, and Lesley didn't.
Yordi, it's still very dirty here.
Stop. I'm getting chased like this by Yordi.
That boy keeps standing with his back to me…
Things will go well for the three of you if you do what is asked.
It won't work this way.
-Oh, sorry. -Yordi!
How's it going, Guus?
I hope they don't clean this way at home.
-They don't know how to work together. -Not going well?
Will it be clean when they're done?
Not clean enough.
-Soaking wet. -Soaking wet, dude.
They're not the type who usually come to help us.
They're not the kind of people you expect on a farm, just so you know.
Yordi, you need to go there!
One team, one task. They've never heard of that before.
One works on the right, the other on the left. One forward, one backward.
I gave them tips to make it easier and use teamwork,
but they found it hard to work together.
After their first meeting with the more or less working influencers,
Twan and Guus get to write out the pay slips.
Plamedi was the worst. She asked for help with everything.
Shanta stood out to me. She keeps working.
If they were talking, she didn't let it distract her.
She could do two things at once. She kept working.
-I'm curious to know what we earned. -Shanta, we have to earn the same.
Esmee did her best, too,
but she was trying to butter me up.
She did her best, but less than Shanta.
She worked hard, but a golden pay slip?
I don't get it, because I've never seen her do anything properly.
I don't know what she did, but something's not right.
Should I check too? Because we worked together.
Shanta had the golden ticket. Not sure what that involves.
-Fuck. -€230?
That's not fair. We worked just as hard. It makes no sense.
€200?
What the fuck? I only got €100.
I'm really mad at Guus. I only got €100.
-€150. What is this? -Why €150? I had to do everything alone.
I have €100 euros less. That's the least I've made so far.
€200.
Screamed hard twice.
€25 per scream. I'll take it.
€100.
I made the same as Yordi. I think it's really unfair.
Did you seen him in that stable?
I think he's a cutie, but he can't work.
-Yeah, bye. €80. -Only €80?
I think I've done what he asked. I've done my best.
I'm not happy with it.
So far, she's gotten away with everything.
She grabbed some money here and there, but now she's finally been exposed.
There was €250 to be made per person,
but only Shanta managed to make the full amount.
Plamedi ended up at the bottom of the list with only €80.
After the day's work, the piggy bank is worth €10,575.
Can I have your attention? Why is our stuff there?
No, I don't want to sleep in a tent again.
-What the fuck? -No.
-Amidst the sheep. -No, that won't do.
I see my suitcase lying among the sheep. Why?
I'm not going among the sheep either.
I was like, "With all those sheep? No way."
I don't like… I'll be honest, I don't like animals.
There's shit here.
Fuck off, dude. I'm not going to lie down there.
-I'm not going to lie in the shit. -No.
There's shit everywhere.
And 20 sheep.
I'm not doing this.
I couldn't handle it. Too much shit.
Suddenly, I get a whiff of fresh sheep poop in my nose.
The smell goes down my throat and then comes back in my mouth. I can't handle it.
No.
Then I see a few of those tents. Unbearable. Not again.
Sorry, but this really is inhumane.
Are we seriously going to sleep in a meadow with shit all around us?
Are they out of their minds?
Can you guys do something? Instead of sitting on your butts?
Come and help with that tent.
Nobody understands how to set up that fucking tent.
I think it's okay to sleep on the ground at this point.
-Yordi, can you manage it? -No. Can you hand me the other pole?
It kept failing. An hour later, we still hadn't managed to get it done.
-Are you going to sleep alone? -Yeah. You can always join, you know.
I'm not a camper, so this is a tough situation.
Fucking tentpoles. I've had enough.
This was the worst day of my life.
-Where are you? -Here.
It took a long time.
We managed it somehow. Kind of.
It's quite a mess.
They're not very organized when it comes to work.
It's quite chaotic.
Taking pictures for Instagram is very different from putting up tents.
Luckily, they're not on our farm every day.
-Are the tent pegs working? -It's done.
It's going to be windy, right?
I'm pretending to help.
And I'll go sit with whoever sets up their tent first.
-Two mattresses just barely fits. -Yes.
I think here.
I'm like, "This still needs to be done." I did that with Lea.
-Okay, looks good. -Yes.
And with Luca.
Yordi and Luca have to sleep together.
Plamedi will sleep with me. Two by two.
Why do the three of us have to be in that tiny tent?
Luca, would you please go sleep with Yordi?
So, it's two, four, six, eight.
Let me get this straight. I have to set up a tent for someone else?
You're just sitting there. I'm helping with someone else's tent.
And now I have to sleep somewhere else?
That tent is bigger. You have more space.
-Why don't you go there then? -I'm fine.
Everyone has worked hard and dealt with the crap.
Help each other set up the tents.
I don't get it.
Then they tell me to sleep somewhere else.
Do you really want to stay with us?
Honey, I'll just go in that tent. Done.
-You're giving me a headache. -Thank you.
He's sleeping with Yordi now.
-Are you mad at me? -I'm annoyed.
-Why? -I'm setting up two tents.
I help while they're sat down, and then they're like,
"We think Luca should stay in that tent."
That's not fair. I set up three tents while everyone was sitting around.
What a great idea. Luca can go in that tent.
-Do you understand? -How to be happy?
It doesn't matter. I do my thing. I'm just annoyed.
Understand?
-You're kind of sexy when you're angry. -Thank you.
A letter.
-A letter. -No.
-Hell no. -Where are the letters coming from?
I look away, and there's a letter. Robbert, where are you hiding?
"Dear influencers, welcome to this cozy farm campsite."
"Your new home for the next few days."
"You'll have to do the work yourselves."
-"You have potatoes, meat and vegetables." -No.
Is it so difficult for that farmer to make food for us?
This is too much. I swear.
"Shanta, you got a golden paycheck."
"This one is good for a fully-catered dinner for two
and a delicious bottle of bubbles."
Yeah, bye.
I want that too.
We thought we could enjoy a nice meal.
But we have to cook ourselves.
And half of us can't even cook, mind you.
"You and a person of your choice will be greeted by a personal butler."
"Completely at your service."
So, Shanta gets a luxury dinner
and we have to cook amidst the sheep and poop. Wow.
-Darling, who will you dine with? -With Esmee.
I wish everyone could do that.
-Sorry, darlings. -No, have fun.
Bye, have fun. Enjoy your meal.
While Shanta and Esmee get ready for a luxury dinner,
there's a box of traditional Dutch ingredients waiting for the rest.
It just needs to be prepared. And tell me, how hard could that be?
-What are we going to do? -What the…
Two wheelbarrows with potatoes, beets, and some kind of chicken in a bag.
And then I thought, "Oh, no, maybe it's a turkey."
-Are those herbs? -Can I peel them? I can do that.
This is one of those moments when I want to go sit on a rooftop.
Just nice, good food. Tasty, seasoned food.
Ready in front of me. Not cooked by myself.
Look at them.
-Beautiful ladies. -Wow!
All dressed up. Nice makeup, nice hair. Beautiful dresses. I'm super jealous.
He's pouring drinks.
No. I want a personal butler too.
I want nice food and dessert, too.
And I want sauce. I want it all.
This is what poverty looks like.
Something's coming.
I was craving fries with peanut sauce, a picanto, a cheese soufflé,
frikandel special, bami slices, nasi slices, meatballs with mayonnaise.
I'm so curious, Shanta. I'm forever grateful to you.
I could smell it.
I see a hamburger in front of me. With fries. So delicious.
-We have a burger. -A burger!
-A hamburgers and fries. -They have a hamburger. No.
I see a hamburger.
I hope you choke on it.
Burger with fries. Delicious.
We have to hurry. I see dark clouds over the camp.
That too.
-I smell gas. Why do I smell gas? -They're gas stoves.
-It's not the meat, right? -Of course not.
We have to turn on the gas.
The burners aren't on.
No? That's what I mean, I only smell gas.
These blunt knives suck.
We have to peel and cut potatoes with blunt knives.
The beets are so hard.
I can't cut them with this knife.
My God. My Jesus.
This is really just survival.
This is impossible, right?
This is really for poor people.
This is impossible.
Is it tasty, Esmee?
-Yes, dear. -Do you want a bite?
Did you mean that?
I was like, "Is it fair to the group if I take a bite?"
But I'm here for myself. I'm going to take a bite.
I shouldn't have done that. I was so hungry afterwards.
That burger was so tasty.
I give Harléya a bite. She eats for ten. Half of my burger was gone.
-Esmee, can I taste yours? -No, she took a bite for three people.
I'm not doing that again.
-The burger was delicious. -They'll get fewer potatoes.
I hope they get a stomachache and diarrhea from that hamburger. I really hope so.
-Is my mouth clean? -Yes.
-Don't lie, bitch. -A little.
-No, fuck off. -Get out of here.
I look to the left and happen to see the second course.
I see Shanta opening a letter.
Oh, my God. They have something. It's a letter.
"Welcome to your dinner for two."
"Enjoy the food, the bubbles, and the power."
"Because tonight,
you may choose one person who will be in the danger zone tomorrow."
"Enjoy your meal."
I hear them laughing and reacting happily. So that's good news for them.
It's bad news for Luca, Lesley and me.
-Maybe it's the menu. -No, they got a letter.
Deborah. For sure.
This is great.
We can write someone's name down and vote for them.
Or we could do Lesley and Luca.
No. Deborah is much stronger.
Deborah is annoying, and Luca can go too, as far as I'm concerned.
-Deborah? For sure? -Yes.
I notice that Luca and Deborah are the only ones stirring things up.
That's why they need to go.
It's fine if they know nothing and do their work badly tomorrow.
Are we going to play it safe or take a risk?
If that gamble works, then we really have a chance to be in the final.
Well, Shanta…
-Here's to The Final. -To The Final.
-But this takes hours. -It won't take hours.
Now it's really hot. We just have to add more butter and fries.
Plamedi has been at it for 100 years, making fries that cause diarrhea.
The only thing that's edible is the boiled potatoes.
So I'm going to eat only that and go to sleep.
I might end up catching a sheep tonight
and make myself a nice kapsalon.
-Was it nice? -Really nice.
You got a letter. We saw that.
-You're not going to tell us, are you? -No.
We have to write down a name.
That's all we know at the moment.
We had agreed to say nothing.
I might not be the smartest, but I'm not that dumb.
-But we're not allowed to-- -Will you shut up?
I'm just screwing it up again.
-We've been given a position of power. -Yeah.
Exciting.
I don't know if I should believe what Shanta and Esmee are saying.
It's very hard to believe anyone at all right now.
They think they can't vote for us, and that's clever.
I guess I'm clever after all.
We're going to change. I'm really cold. See you soon.
-You look nice, though. -Thanks, Yordi.
Nice.
The atmosphere is getting grayish and dark, mainly thanks to Deborah.
She puts her hood on, looks down at the ground a lot.
She creates a gloomy atmosphere for the entire group.
Don't respond. Don't even look at us. I'm glad we wrote her down.
-Now that I've seen this… -Bitch.
-She's a real bitch, man. -Yeah.
A real bitch.
Shanta's announcement hits the group hard.
And it makes them think.
We wait until tomorrow to see how much we've made.
We see what Esmee or someone else has earned.
If we earn crap and Esmee earns top,
then we'd better sacrifice Yordi to save ourselves.
As shitty as that sounds, yeah.
Sad? That's how it is in the countryside. Dog eats dog.
What would be worse, him leaving or Yordi?
-Are you thinking about that? -No, I'm just nodding.
Nagging, whining.
-We're going to bed, Yor. -Yes.
I don't want to go into that crappy tent, but I'm mentally exhausted.
Physically too, from all the work. I'm exhausted.
The energy is gone. I need rest.
Sleep well, everybody. Love you. Just kidding.
-Good night, mate. -Mate.
-Plamedi. -That's my name.
-Move over. -You're hurting me!
Good morning.
Hello? Good morning.
-Plamedi, wake up. -I don't want to.
No, please, go home.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Guus's voice cuts straight to the bone. Go back to sleep, boy.
I don't see anything. It's night. It's pitch black.
You're going to help farmer Jan.
You need to be ready in 15 minutes. It's 5:15 a.m. now.
I haven't peed yet and I haven't brushed my teeth.
This early isn't normal.
No one can do that in 15 minutes.
Close the zipper when you go.
I put on my suit. I hadn't brushed my teeth. I had to go.
Now that I'm a target, I have to work my butt off.
Good morning.
-Good morning. -Hi.
Yordi forgot his overalls.
I don't have any overalls. They're lost.
It can happen to anyone. I looked, but it was pitch dark.
He's too stingy to bring a flashlight.
You can walk to farmer Jan's. The second house on the right.
We had to walk, too. He didn't arrange any transport for us. Nothing.
Hurry up, we're leaving.
All right. I'm in some kind of sick dream.
But it's harsh reality. We have to work.
Taxi!
The second house. The first house is 200 meters away, damn it.
Normally, a neighbor lives next to your house.
There's, like, 48 pastures between you and a neighbor here.
He said "neighbor." We walked for 20 minutes.
It wasn't pleasant.
-It's starting to smell now. Shit. -Yeah.
I could smell it from a distance.
Here we go again. Cows.
Right, Yordi. Nothing's wrong with your nose.
It's a dairy farm where you'll be doing an internship today.
At farmer Jan and farmer Toon's.
-Good morning. -Good morning, farmer Jan.
I've worked with a lot of interns, but I've never seen people like them.
We're going to milk at 6:30.
Why do they have to be milked at 6:00 a.m. if it can also be done at 8:00 a.m.?
We have two groups.
One group will do the milking and the other will shovel the cowshed.
It's important that they put in the effort and try to do their best.
They shouldn't immediately step aside and not want anything to do with it.
That was quite clear.
Our influencers will work in two teams.
While one group will be milking cows, the other will be doing a familiar task,
shoveling manure.
But it's not for nothing. There's €250 per person to be earned.
-Come here. -Nice. So big.
What a dirty anus.
It's fine. We'll clean that up. Just not in my face.
Crap. Shitty farmers.
It's easier if you do it at an angle.
-And you put the piles in a wheelbarrow. -Yes.
This isn't normal.
They're a bunch of drama queens.
It'll get stuck if you do it that way.
-Hold it at an angle, get it? -At an angle, yeah. Good one.
Is Toon going to tell me how to shovel shit too?
I know how to shovel shit. What a shit farmer.
What is the machine for?
We're doing it manually now, but normally, the machine does it.
-I thought so. -You figured that out.
-But it happens to be broken. -Yeah, I thought so, too.
Right before we arrive for work,
the machine that shovels shit breaks down. Figures.
He's the umpteenth farmer with a broken machine.
It's the same everywhere, the machines are broken.
No money to buy new stuff, no money to fix machines,
and no money to pay us properly. Stingy, shitty farmers.
-Looks neat. -Thank you.
-Les is working diligently. -Yeah.
You know what she's like. Little Miss Front-Runner.
Oh, wow.
The milking parlor smells really musty.
It's like the smell of six vintage shops.
There's a button here.
There's no vacuum yet to suck the milk out.
If you put your finger in it… I was just talking about milking.
-It actually does that. -Yeah. Look, there's suction now.
And then it starts sucking the milk out.
Look how much milk is spraying out.
A cow produces semi-skimmed milk,
and at the factory, they make whole milk from it.
Or am I stupid now?
I didn't know a cow could produce that much milk, really.
Once the semi-skimmed milk is out,
they add breadcrumbs to thicken it.
Do them one by one. They won't stick otherwise.
Then you suck it out.
You really need to pretend that you like doing it
if you want a high payout.
-Why is it yellow? What is this? -Pee.
-What is this? -Pee.
Pee? From the udder?
No, the pee comes from back there.
So take it with a smile
and go cry in your tent.
Keep one hand underneath. Connect them one by one.
If you do two at once, they won't stick.
-Okay. -It won't work otherwise.
Deborah wanted to start right away. She was very active.
She went to the pre-treatment
and wanted to hang the milking unit right away. That was fun.
Oh, it works.
She was really annoying with the cows today.
Once you get the hang of it, it goes quickly.
Yeah, more or less.
I'm being extra friendly, giving him a compliment.
Come on.
She acts like she's been working here for ten years. I can't deal with that.
Acts like she knows everything already.
She's constantly taking the lead. I can't stand it.
What do you guys think of a farmer's life?
Respect.
Some things are really fun, but it's pretty tough.
We have respect for it now.
You don't realize that when you buy milk at the supermarket.
-Do you have any idea what we do? -No.
I have no idea. Tell me.
-Well, Les, what do you do? -Yes.
We mostly make videos and photos and post them on social media.
That's how the world works these days.
We didn't have that back in the day. It's a different world.
And what kind of photos are those then?
Oh, you're terrible.
What kind of photos, Lesley?
I wanted to kill Luca when he started talking about it.
I did a photoshoot wearing a cow costume once.
-Really? How nice. -Yes.
I'm not telling him what content I make, because the man will have a heart attack.
He's 86 years old. He can't believe what he's hearing.
-You should've been wearing that gear now. -Yeah, I actually should have.
Toon didn't quite guess the kind of work I do.
But if he knew, he would subscribe.
Time for the big countryside swap.
From milk to shit, and from shit to milk.
This one's nasty.
Watch out, she's pooping.
-What an asshole, man. -This one doesn't.
There's shit in my eye.
I had trouble with those things in the…
What do you call those things on a cow?
What's it called? I call them nipples.
The cow's nipples, you know.
I had trouble getting them in the thing
because I'm small.
-Do you give your cows names? -Yeah, they have names.
-Really? Who is this? -This is Fientje.
-Fientje. -Yeah.
I thought it'd be interesting to know. I wasn't sucking up.
Hello, Fien 408.
But I do ask extra questions, of course.
I'd really like some milk right now.
-Should I tap some so you can taste it? -Yes, please.
I said I was craving milk to be nice.
Open the tap.
That tactic might work. Act happy and nice.
I don't like milk.
-It smells good. -Yes, nice.
The best milk I've ever tasted. Yummy!
-It's not sour. It's really tasty. -Yeah.
It's straight from the udder. Doesn't something need to be done to it?
-You can drink it. -Thank you.
Cow Fien 296. We drank from that one.
In farmer Toon's poop barn, they long for the smell of fresh milk.
Harléya, especially, has a hard time.
And it's not the first time that she's really had to throw up.
No, sorry. I really don't like this.
Harléya, shut up. Don't complain. Poker face.
My nose can't stand it.
I breathe in at some point and the smell hits my nose.
I couldn't handle it.
This is too much.
Harléya suddenly had a vomiting fit. I've never seen anything like it.
Damn. She's a bear.
-She can't stand the smell, I guess. -No.
I've never seen this before.
It probably has to do with the air and the ammonia.
I breathe through my mouth so I don't smell it.
It doesn't smell nice. But my shit smells worse.
I'll be back in a second, I promise.
Human shit is worse than animal shit. I know that for sure.
If that 86-year-old man can do it, we can too.
Yeah.
She'll make less money because of the vomiting.
She might as well go home.
As long as I can stay.
While the influencers are still recovering from their cow adventure,
further down the line, paychecks are being issued.
They did their best.
Some of them got the hang of it quite fast.
But some of them needed to be told repeatedly
to keep the shovel at an angle and not get it stuck in the groove.
-They talk a lot. -Yes.
Especially to each other, about their observations.
And they talk to the cows a lot. Especially the second group.
They all did well, but I would hire Luca.
-The tall one with curly hair? -Yes.
-I would like to hire Luca. -I'd do the same.
I did make a good impression. I think I scored well today.
Let's see if we earned anything. Right?
I did my best today.
I didn't do anything wrong, and I expect a high amount.
That's nice.
I made €200.
I think it's okay. But it's not great. I worked hard.
I just want €250.
€230.
It's okay. I earned a lot. €230 euros is a lot.
-€175. -Huh?
I don't know why my salary is so low. I did my best.
Yesterday I earned a lot, and today too. I'm doing great with these farmers.
Nice job.
€200. Okay.
That's fine.
I get it. I threw up.
So I understand the €50 less from farmer Toon.
€175. I don't get it, mate.
Back with the low earners. At this rate, it's going to be tough.
€250!
I got the highest amount.
Work it out yourselves, damn farmers.
I hope all his milk turns sour tonight.
On that positive note, we can add up the earnings.
With today's work, the piggy bank will be topped up to €12,265.
But Shanta and Esmee carry an even bigger prize with them.
They put Deborah in the elimination seat.
Now they're going to share it with their allies, Plamedi and Harléya.
-You'll be happy. -We got something good.
It's in our favor. You'll be shocked.
We received a card that said,
"You may choose one person who will be in the danger zone tomorrow."
-You know who we wrote down. -Deborah?
You want her out, right? She's too strong.
Now comes the rest that you need to understand.
We're down to four, and so are they.
If Yordi votes for someone other than these three and we vote for Luca,
Luca and Deborah will face each other.
We need to split up their group. Luckily, they agree.
-You think you can convince Yordi? -Yes.
-Do that. -Just show him your tits.
-Exciting. -I find it really exciting.
For the first time, we don't know what will happen.
We have always been able to steer it,
and only they can do it this time.
I think that's quite unfair. Really unfair.
I know I'm competitive.
I just want to reach the finale. Period.
I'm going to scoop up money, not just poop.
I'm in the danger zone now.
I don't know. My brain stopped working.
We need to play it safe and go for Yordi.
-Feels like I'm stabbing him in the back. -Same here.
I don't want to vote for Yordi.
But I don't want to vote for Plam, either.
She's my buddy.
I definitely won't vote for Deborah or Lesley.
And not for Harléya either. I don't want to stand up to her.
It's just so hard.
We're stabbing everyone in the back.
I have no sympathy for the rest. They've stabbed me in the back, too.
But not Yordi. I don't feel good about this.
Me neither.
Are you on their side?
I've always voted with them.
-Yes. -I'm honest about that.
Shanta and I are in a position of power.
-But I can't tell you what. -Why not?
Because I don't trust you 100%.
Yordi feels safe with the other team,
but he doesn't know that they might vote for him, too.
You have to listen to me if you want to stay in.
I don't know who they'll vote for, either.
Yordi needs to use his head and think more carefully.
Just make his own choice and not go along with them.
-Do you trust me? -That remains to be seen.
Yes. Okay. It's fine.
I'm the lone wolf in a flock of sheep. I have to hold my ground.
I do my best. I do my thing.
In the end, we'll see who gets to compete with me in the final.
As far as I'm concerned, Shanta and Esmee can go home.
-Hi. -Hello, hello.
If they have immunity, I'm with them.
But then…
I think it's Yordi.
Because he's never made the full amount.
We don't know yet who we're going to vote for.
Because we don't know what they'll do, and they don't really have a plan yet.
This is the first elimination that's scaring me.
I'm not afraid about my position, and yet I end up there every time.
So, yeah, every day is scary.
Look at that. Here they are.
My favorite influencers.
Good to see you. Welcome to the fifth elimination.
We're over halfway there.
-Plamedi. -Yes?
-Are you enjoying it? -No.
I've heard that the work is starting to suffer because of it.
I worked really hard.
-It wasn't because of you? -No.
Have the others made an observation?
-You're being awfully quiet. -She works hard. She's doing her best.
Sometimes doing your best isn't enough.
-Shanta. -Yes.
-You had a nice dinner yesterday. -Thank you.
-How was it? -We had a nice burger and fries.
You just ate?
What some of you don't know yet
is that the first nominee has been decided.
Shanta and Esmee were told yesterday to write down a name during dinner.
I have that name in my pocket.
This person has been directly placed in the danger zone.
Well, I didn't see that coming.
And I fear for Deborah.
But not for myself.
You must be curious.
Deborah, enjoy the fresh air while you can.
Your spot in the countryside is not safe anymore.
You're in the danger zone tonight.
-Did you see it coming? -More or less.
It's still a game. It was in the back of my mind.
I thought, "Bitch, if only you knew."
Her gut feeling was right. She was right.
Let's move on to the voting.
You may come forward one by one. and write down one name.
The two people with the most votes
take a seat next to Deborah in the danger zone.
-So, three? -Exactly.
And then one goes home? Or two?
Really bad.
They're coming up with a sick plot twist.
Three men on the village council. Deborah was on the map.
Yes, I'm curious to see how this goes.
What kind of game is this, dude?
The farmers think it's time to relax.
NEXT TIME
It really was one vulgar mess.
-Is that dog food? -No, that's not possible.
This isn't normal, man.
-I really want the best for everyone. -Yes.
-I want to be sweet and honest… -Honey, I know.
…and then she acts like a bitch.
If I can throw you out, I'll throw you out.
The end is near, the final is in sight. The village council can only save one.
This scares me. the final is in sight. The village council can only save one.