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In Heels in the Hay, we take 12 influencers from their oat cappuccinos,

from their social media addiction, but mainly, from their city life.

-I'm really pushing my boundaries. -God.

I'm covered in shit.

On a trip in the Netherlands,

they are put to work in all corners of the country

to experience the tough rural life.

It's licking my tit.

I've never worked so hard in my whole life.

They will have to work together to earn as much money as possible.

-Shirley, come on. Let's go. -No.

Do you think I'm Rico Verhoeven?

-She's just horny. -Well, Yordi, you go, then.

Fuck that money, bro.

They'll also have to compete with each other.

They're acting crazy.

Because the last remaining city dweller will receive a sum

up to a maximum of 25,000 euros.

-There's still money to earn. -I'm sick.

I'm afraid.

What plot twist turns the whole game upside down?

You're the one getting everyone involved in your plot, so you need to shut up.

-Hey, buddy, calm down. -You calm down, idiot.

I'm done. Get lost, everyone.

Go, go home.

Get me off this...boat.

Upset influencers, this is Heels in the Hay.

HEELS IN THE HAY

This is Friesland.

And this is a limousine full of city dwellers

who think they've seen and done it all.

But they have no idea what awaits them.

These 12 vain people begin their grueling journey in Eastermar,

a small farming village with only 1,600 inhabitants.

Guys, what do we see?

-I see green. -Shit.

I just think everyone here is going to cry.

-Yes. -Too much nature.

-I have to cry already. -Me too.

I'm not that into nature. It sounds lame.

I do like the beach, but I don't like cow shit and fields,

so I'm very urban, I guess.

I also heard that people in rural areas have bigger dicks.

Look at that fat udder.

That's pretty scary.

That horse.

I'm from Rotterdam and I would never leave that place.

People in the city look better.

In the countryside, people don't dress up.

They just roll out of bed,

then they put on their clogs,

and I'm like, "At least wear some lip gloss and mascara."

-I'm very nervous. -I'm really shaking.

-This group is going to be a drama. -We're going to steal clogs.

We're stopping.

-Are we there? -We're here.

-We're here. -I think we're here.

-I can't anymore. -From the stress.

That's right.

I pity them already, because if they find this hard,

it will not end well in the upcoming weeks.

And now they have to hurry up, because they're here to work.

And how should I…

Every time I'm in the car and I drive past a pasture,

I always smell that nasty manure.

Oh, and the smell of cow milk…

Milk is so nasty.

Oh, no, my cape.

I think farmers are rich people who live in villas,

so I thought, "There's probably a butler to help us."

-I can't anymore. -Me neither.

What the fuck?

My boobs are falling out.

I've heard once that when a pig is climaxing,

the feeling lasts for half an hour.

If I have to compare myself to an animal, I would want to be a pig.

Me too.

Why is this? My pussy is exposed.

Farmers don't really look that hygienic.

I don't think they wake up and have a nice shower.

I think they put on their overalls with those stinky boots and step in shit.

This is so heavy.

-Finally. -It's bad for your suitcase.

Are you okay, Faisie?

Yeah, I couldn't keep my balance again.

And not because of my ass, because I've had a butt reduction.

It was because of my heels and my heavy suitcase.

I blame those.

-I'm already tired. -Well, you've arrived.

-Yes, I'm waiting on the other party. -Yes.

If you're a farmer, you just do your own thing, I guess.

You finish work at 2:00 p.m. And then you enjoy

a nice little drive. Or drink a glass of wine in the pasture.

I'm not really sure.

Hello, friends.

Welcome to beautiful Friesland.

How was the trip?

Yeah…

-Amazing. -Long.

-Great. -Horrible.

Great, until we arrived.

-Very fun. -Yordi.

What's your first impression of the countryside?

Yeah, nice.

-Yes? -Very nice.

My name is Yordi. Y-O-R-D-I.

I'm 28. I've lived my whole life in Breda.

City boy. Nice place.

I think it's very cool you want to take on this challenge

to leave the city and go on a tour across the Netherlands.

Marc, sorry.

Calm down, everyone.

Farm life is just a bit nasty. It's just nasty.

Working hard is not really my thing.

I always say, "Work smarter, not harder."

I'm not really used to hard work anymore.

That could be a problem.

In the upcoming weeks you will visit four villages.

You will be guests of a local farmer or community.

A community too?

-With cows? -With your harem.

Chickens.

And all to experience the goal of having a farm.

It will be tough and circumstances will be hard at times.

But for a good reason, of course.

Because... the winner of the finale...

wins the money you all have earned together.

That won't be much.

That's not why you do it.

So we better all go home.

Are you ready?

-Yes. -Very well.

Then I say, "Let's go."

-Well... -Thank you.

Whether they've got the message, I don't know, but we have to go on.

Because our traditional Frisian host is waiting

and he probably has an opinion about his 12 guests.

The way they're dressed is not really common in the countryside.

-Tim, stop. -But he's so boring.

Of course I had expectations with a group of influencers,

like, you don't see them here.

May I introduce to you farmer Pier Jan?

-Hello. -Wow.

-I also have a Pier in my pants. -Welcome to my farm.

-Hi. -Hi, Pier.

-Good morning. -Hello.

Farmer Pier has livestock numbering 50 cows and 50 calves.

Livestock. Isn't that…

It's just the leftovers from all the food and stuff. The remains of the animals.

Right?

Could you use some help?

I can definitely use some help this week, so I'm happy you are here.

For now, you are.

I'm good working with my brain,

but not at working with my hands.

I'm a bit of a show pony.

Well, this show pony will not be eager to discover the stable

that will be their bedroom for the coming days.

-Oh, no. -I can't see anything.

-How bad. -Oh, it smells.

It smells really bad in here.

Smell that.

This can't be true. I'll stay here.

Yeah, Iris says you have to…

I'm going to throw up. I'm sick.

-No. -I'm going to throw up.

Do you smell that or not?

-But how will… -It smells.

-I can't do this. -It smells here.

It smells so much in there. It stinks.

I can't do it. It hurts. The air is suffocating.

It's just nasty. Very nasty.

-I can't take this. -I'm feeling sick.

Our 12 influencers will spend the coming days

among spiders, mice and other pests.

But luckily, they have hard straw bales to sleep on.

That helps.

Shirley, where are those scented candles?

-With Shani. -Okay, so we just have to

-grab that stuff? -Yes.

I think this is a joke.

-I'm grabbing the stuff. -No, man. Cobwebs.

-I can't… -They'll fall.

Stop it, man, with those cobwebs.

-No, I can't. -This means work.

-Ew, I don't want that. -I can't take this.

I'm Jillian. I want to have my own mini petting zoo later.

So, for me, it's just preparation on how to take care of the animals.

I'm going to practice. I'm excited.

Can someone help me?

I'd rather sleep outside on the street.

I'm not doing this. It smells like shit.

-Lice, right? -Lice.

-I'm not doing that. -In your hair.

I'm Jasey.

I'm 20 years old and I'm on social media. I'm a ballet dancer.

The perks of the countryside? Nice, fresh-squeezed milk on the table.

That's how I imagine it. So I think it can be rather cozy.

It's heavy. You need a tractor for this.

Yeah, sure. Using the tractor for every little thing isn't gonna happen.

But working with your hands, yes.

-In those heels. -Nice.

-No, it's heavy. -Shut up.

I want to make my bed.

Make your bed? What do you mean? Am I a pig?

Tom, is that enough?

-Do we need more? Yes, right? -Yes, one more.

We need some more.

My name is Tom.

My age is a medical mystery and I'm from Amsterdam.

I live in my decadent bubble.

Surrounded by champagne and couture.

So if I leave the center of Amsterdam, I take a tetanus shot.

Come, girl. You got it.

Oh, babe.

Yes. Jesus.

I'm itchy.

-I'm also totally… -Almost up to my anus.

-Your anus. -Anus.

It's the big question of this experiment.

Who is strong enough to endure the countryside?

I'm also curious if this group can earn the maximum amount of money.

Not in these outfits, at least.

That's why I provided them with appropriate clothing.

I'm totally in my element in this pink suit.

Do real men wear pink?

If you're a real man, you don't care.

-I can't do this up with my nails. -Me neither, I'll break them.

So maybe I don't have to wear it.

-Oh, Lena. -Well, yeah.

You just fell.

I'm not sure it's the champagne, but this is the third time

Lena had to be helped to her feet.

Pier Jan has divided the group into two.

Six influencers will get the task of cleaning up manure.

That will earn them 150 euros each.

The other half has an easier task.

They have to change the hay for the calves.

But that will only earn them 100 euros each at most.

I'm happy with the hay.

-I don't see shit. There. -No.

Look there.

-No, look out. -Sorry, I can't.

My suit is dirty. Do we have to wear this more often?

My first time in a stable.

Terrible. It's smells really bad.

It's like the shit you smell outside times 100.

Yes, terrible.

I will explain the task.

I want to start with cleaning up the manure.

What's manure? Shit?

Cleaning up shit, manure.

We do two things. The first thing we do is start here at the stables.

Oh, no. Sorry, I can't do this.

Then you have to push the manure through…

-You want to switch? -…the grids.

I thought it was like elephant shit.

They have this compact rabbit poop, but times 1,000.

But every cow had diarrhea, it smelled like shit,

and they peed on it.

If there's one thing that's unwelcome in the countryside, it's complaining.

And that could very well have an impact on the salary of Team Manure.

Sorry, I'm not doing this.

I can't. I'm not doing it.

-No, sorry. -It's so dirty.

-Look at those flies. -I'm going to throw up.

I don't want to. I'll throw up.

I'm done.

-Don't splash it around. -Stop.

The smell is not only shit. It's shit, pee and milk.

I don't know what's in it, but the smell is extreme. It's not okay.

It was really gross.

We stood above these grids, where you had to shovel the shit in.

It then falls down in a container or something.

This really makes me sick.

The smell was really…

Iris, don't you think it's dirty?

-It is dirty, but it's part of it. -Do you want to do this corner?

If it's your baby's diaper and it smells, would you leave it?

-But this is not my baby. -No.

-But you would have to clean it up. -I'd take a nanny.

Sure, Faisal, if it was only that easy.

But here we don't have nannies to clean up the mess.

So Team Hay better get to it without complaining too much.

-It's hot, right? -Indeed.

-You're all wet. -Yes.

Hey, cuties.

I have some food.

Yes.

I made those cows happy.

At one point, I was walking the wheelbarrow and I hear…

He was so happy. That's why you do it. Making animals happy.

-Oh, my God. All those flies. -Yeah, babe.

That's nothing. Try this.

Look at those flies.

No, I can't.

Shit attracts flies. We're shoveling shit and it's full of flies.

They sit on you after they sat on shit.

Leave me alone.

They have enough space. Why do they always need to sit on me?

Look.

No.

-Ew. -I'm all covered in shit.

Nasty.

High-five.

He gives me a high-five.

My back. I'm about to get a hernia.

I really underestimated this.

I thought farmers had an easy job,

but it's really hard work.

We are really used to luxury. That's really bad, actually.

My crack is sweating.

But we're doing well.

I think we did well as a team.

Everyone did his job.

Nobody failed or stopped. Everyone worked through it.

We all sweated.

There we go again.

Where is the farmer? He's not seeing how well we do.

The farmer is currently busy with Team Manure

which he's watching closely.

Because for some, their commitment isn't up to par.

-How is it going? -Well, life is not a party.

But is it good or should I shovel some more?

I'd like it if you could shovel that bit over there.

You can use your anger while doing it.

My anger…

You give me that anger, sorry. You're so angry.

I don't like that farmer at all.

He's arrogant.

Telling us what to do and bossing me around.

I'm my own boss.

I'm helping you and I'm here shoving your shit so you don't have to.

Be nice to me. Sure he can do that.

-My armpits are squirting too. -Mine too.

This shit over here has a different color.

It's just the two of us now.

But where is Yasmine?

Oh, there.

-I really need to… -You need to recover for a moment.

We think we're done.

I think…

This side is clean, so I think you're done on this side.

We were like the Three Musketeers of shoving shit. It went pretty fast.

I'll check the other side to see if they're done.

It's clean here.

It's over. I'm happy, it's done.

They can't blame me for not doing anything.

I've been scrubbing and scouring, so it's good.

If I haven't made any money, the farmer probably lost his glasses.

What I'll be doing regularly in the coming weeks

is sending letters to the new rural residents.

But before they receive my mail,

Pier Jan will distribute the wages of their first task.

Team Manure could earn a maximum of 150 euros each,

and Team Hay could earn a maximum of 100 euros each.

-It has to be here. -That's not mine.

Oh, guys, there is a sign.

-What kind of sign? -Oh, no.

A wooden sign.

Here.

With all our names on it.

Wow, how nice.

-But can you see… -Sorry, I really deserve a tip

with all my shoveling.

I deserve a big tip.

-Payments. -It's our invoice.

Oh, you're getting…

This is how they did it back in the days.

What a cheapskate. He's cheap.

We got the pay slips. I saw my name.

I took out the card and I see 125 euros.

I thought, "What the hell?"

I shoveled so much shit.

-This can't be right? -What?

One hundred twenty-five. You see? He gave a discount.

Honey, that's really…

Why the fuck did I get 75 euros? I'm sorry.

I don't agree with this. It's not fair.

I got a 25-euro penalty.

I worked really hard. Everyone said, "I didn't know you could work this hard."

I was a real farmer.

And Pier just gave me a 25-euro penalty.

That's unbelievable.

I thought everyone got a flat rate or nothing.

-It's all about how you did it. -It's about your effort.

The work we have is not hard. In my opinion.

I want to fill the prize pool nicely.

Obviously, not everyone earned the maximum amount.

And Pier Jan was still being soft.

Because he only financially punished our influencers.

It's Shani, Yasmine, Shirley and Lena

who have disadvantaged the group's prize pool.

-I can't do math. -Should I count it?

What's our total?

Yeah, it's 1,175 and this is 150. So, 1,175…

No, we already added that, so it was 1,175 without this.

-I have 1,175. 1,200… -No, it's theirs.

-1,275. -I didn't add this one yet.

1,275.

What drama. Can one person count here?

It's just a madhouse. Everyone is on top of each other.

Pulling all those pay slips from each other's hands.

Eager beaver in front with all those pay slips in her hands.

Let just one person count, preferably someone who's smart.

How much could we get in total?

-Fifteen… -1,500.

-That's quite a lot. -We can't win 25,000 anymore,

-because we all have a little less. -That's not okay.

Lena and Shirley did a really good job.

The dissatisfaction with the first wages does not surprise me.

Because it's never your fault, of course.

But luckily, my very first letter arrived

and that will certainly brighten up the atmosphere.

Envelope.

Lena. Read it.

Okay. "Dear city dwellers,

I hope you have landed with farmer Pier Jan."

"And that a lot of money has been earned for the prize pool."

"I want to urge you not to go to sleep late,

because tomorrow morning, the cows have to be milked."

-Get out. -"And the stables have to be cleaned."

"Do your best, because you never know what's going on, on a farm."

-"Best, Robbert." Who the fuck is Robbert? -The host, idiot.

-Robbert. -Oh, yeah.

I hate waking up early.

The cows are milked around 6:00 a.m.

-That's really early. -"Do your best, because you never know

what's going on, on a farm."

I still have to sleep. Is this a joke of yours?

"And do your best because you never know what's going on, on a farm."

When everyone heard that sentence, everyone was back in game mode.

There is a plot twist.

There is definitely a plot twist.

Because what the candidates don't know is that their fate in this competition

is not solely in their own hands, but especially

in that of the villagers they will meet at every location.

And those people could easily be on the secret village council.

-Who wants salami? -I don't want that dog around.

-Yeah, and those doors stay open. -Sleep well.

-Sleep well. -Good night.

Sleep well.

-Yeah, sleep well… -Sleep.

Hard work has done the city dwellers good.

But whether getting up early will suit them remains to be seen.

Because farmer Pier Jan has no intention of giving them their beauty sleep.

-Good morning, all. -Good morning.

It's morning and I want to go ahead and milk the cows,

so I want you to be ready and dressed in overalls and boots in half an hour.

Respect.

I was like, "Are you okay?"

I've never woken up this early to do something.

Except going to the airport, so it was very hard.

Oh, how awful.

Every time I think of the bed,

I just have to cry, because it was so terrible.

The bed was not okay.

It's, like, really hard.

Like sleeping on concrete.

It hurts so much.

I have to go to a chiropractor. And it was freezing.

But doesn't he have any help from others? We can do this at 9.00 a.m., right?

No, but the cows can't wait until 9.00 a.m.

Why? They will just squirt it themselves.

Yeah. They will get blue nipples. Blue balls?

I don't mind waking up early.

But I do mind having a farmer standing in the middle of the room

yelling at you to wake up.

I'd like to start in ten minutes.

If you guys are late, I'll have to withhold some of your wages.

Ten minutes is ten minutes. We're coming.

We'll be there.

I'm like, "Leave me alone, I'm not a morning person."

No, I like to sleep.

It's rush hour on the farm before dawn.

That's why Pier Jan brought his brother Hessel

to keep an eye on the city influencers.

Because the big question is, who belongs here the least?

Good morning, everyone. Good to see you dressed in overalls and boots.

Is everyone here? Or…

-No, Yasmine is coming. -Oh, Yasmine.

We're not complete.

Only Yasmine.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

I was there. Just one minute too late.

I hope it won't have any consequences.

-Yasmine. -Yeah, hi.

-Good to have you here, the last one. -Yeah, sorry.

That's a bit of a shame, but okay.

I understand money will be withheld if you're late for work.

The only thing I'm worried about is not enough money in the prize pool.

Today, the tasks have been changed a bit.

The ones who changed the hay for the calves yesterday

are getting another job.

They will have to shovel the manure this morning

for a maximum amount of 150 euros each.

The lucky ones for this job are Deveny, Yordi, Marc-Junior

Jillian, Shirley and Lena.

Oh, that smell. Please.

The smell made me want to throw up. That smell…

The other six enthusiasts are going to milk the cows

and they can earn a maximum amount of 100 euros each.

Can we lie down after milking?

No, you can't anymore.

Some of the questions they ask,

I'm like, "How do you come up with these questions?"

Do all cows have udders?

-Or only the females? -Only the females.

But they're just nipples. Males have nipples too, right?

So they're all female?

Yes, you only milk female cows.

I'm not sure if bulls are being milked. I don't think so.

I think it's only the cows who are standing there

with the udders that produce the milk.

And these six milk-fluencers will soon find out.

The cows are eagerly waiting to be taken care of.

But that feeling is not mutual, oddly enough.

I'm too afraid.

Aren't they just happy?

Come on.

Hurry up.

What's happening?

I'm so afraid of those animals.

-I don't want this. -Me neither.

It looks like a small uncircumcised penis.

Yeah, right?

So crazy someone once thought

-to drink this and… -Yeah, right?

He's peeing.

-At every turn, there is one-- -Look.

At every turn, one is peeing.

Look, two of them are peeing next to each other.

I don't want to see it. I really don't.

Look what's coming out. It's crazy.

It's really disgusting seeing those cows shit like that.

If one begins peeing and stops, the other one starts peeing.

It's all the same with those females.

Yeah, it's always the same. Always pissing.

-If one starts… -The other one starts pissing as well.

Look how much they're pissing. It's crazy.

Isn't coming from the same hole? No, right?

But, guys, they have shit on their fur.

-Shit? -That's shit from other cows.

Look how nasty it is.

I thought it was just mud.

This is crazy.

I'm really pushing my boundaries here.

Oh, Lord.

This is… No, I can't.

I didn't know they could pee. I mean,

I knew they pee, but not there. I thought they already did it.

So I started hearing this… I was like, "What kind of Niagara Falls is this?"

-No, because you… -Oh, my God.

I'm scared.

-Oh, awful. -How nasty.

Honey, we're going to get peed on.

I'm going to be the one again… Look at that one peeing.

-Oh, my God. -It's like a waterfall.

-So, I'm looking for the nipple. -I can't do that.

-And milk is sucked out now? -Yes.

Oh, lots of milk too. I see it.

-So now we have to do this? -Go ahead.

-No, nasty. -Okay, so…

Good news. You will do it later.

I just think it's gross.

And those animals pee like crazy. And they shit at the same time.

No, I can't. I can't do this.

They didn't laugh

Don't slip, darlings.

Who wants… Ew.

-Does this fit? -Yes, go ahead.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

-Sure. -If you turn it over…

-There is rubber underneath. -That's better.

Yeah. Geez.

Just my luck, man.

Cleaning a stable using

-the wrong side of the broom. -Yes.

Just my luck.

This is great.

It's time for teams to change in the milking parlor.

It's now up to Shani, Yasmine and Jasey to show their milking qualities.

And then I'll take…

Look at my head.

There is shit on your head.

Really.

Nasty.

Sorry, I can't do this.

Oh, my God. It's on my head.

Shit on my head. In my hair.

I can't take this.

-Chill. Yeah, it's gone. -It's gone.

Good.

I really don't like it.

Come. Come on.

It's peeing.

No, I can't do this.

Didn't you want to have a warm shower?

Yes, but not a golden one.

I'm covered in shit.

It splashed on my face.

Look. I really tried my best. I'm all covered in shit.

So if I don't get the full amount, I will go crazy.

If…

No, I can't do this.

Our candidates often say that.

But on the other side of the stable, it's going well.

The cows can go outside.

Only Yordi is having some trouble leaving the workplace.

This is going to be fun.

Yes.

There we go.

Yes.

Just my luck, mate.

Go.

We'll get there.

-There you go. -Come on.

-If you don't… Yeah. -Do you want to do my shoes too?

-Thanks, hon. -Nice.

Oh, no, that one is shitting again.

My head…

On my head again.

You have to wash that sweater, because it's covered in shit.

-Was it nice? -Yes.

Honey, the shit goes to your mouth.

-Your mouth? -No.

-Everywhere. -Stop it.

-She had shit in her mouth. -Not in your mouth.

Look at him.

-He's all covered. -That's really bad.

And how was your task?

I think I have shit on my lashes.

I feel something on my eyelash.

-Do I have some on it? -I can't see anything.

I must have earned 100 euros from this, right?

I want to get the maximum today.

But Pier Jan is also the judge of that today.

Whining is not appreciated here.

But working hard is.

I won't get if I get less now. Then I better leave.

Because I really milked some udders today.

Team Manure did a perfect job according to Pier Jan.

But unfortunately, the screaming of Jasey and Shani has cost them money.

Which means the earnings are disappointing again.

And Yasmine was punished.

This time for being late.

But she forgot about that.

What? 25.

I had shit on my hair.

We let ourselves be shit on for what?

This is ridiculous.

I can't buy anything for 25 euros.

I can't even do my lashes for 25 euros.

He really made a mistake, a big one.

I'm not going to work anymore. At all. I'm done with it.

After two work assignments, there is 2,700 euros in the prize pool.

And it has become clear that the early rural life

is filled with dissatisfaction.

But maybe some good food can change all that.

Because it's time for a typical farmer's lunch.

Which is being cooked under the guidance of two local heroes.

-Good morning. I'm Albert. -Good morning.

I live here in the village. Eastermar. And I'm a fellow villager of Atsie.

I'm Pier Jan's mother. And I've lived here all my life.

My first impression was like, this is a small village,

so we're not really used to these eccentric types,

and so, they are kind of looked upon differently.

-You're going to prepare lunch later. -Yeah.

It's stew.

Again?

-Oh, nice. -That's nice.

-Lovely. -It's called Hot Lightning.

Hot Lightning?

I've heard the dish name before,

but where I'm from, it's used for a hot chicken sandwich.

Do you eat that with a bun or some fries on the side?

No, those fries… No way.

Once you've eaten the stew, you don't want any fries.

That's what I thought.

I don't feel like cooking, because I just want to eat.

I want some sushi

or shrimp and salmon from Nobu.

That's what I want.

Yeah, I get that.

But unfortunately, in Eastermar, they love other things.

One group is preparing apple mash under the guidance of Atsie

who shows very little understanding for being high-maintenance.

The dessert is called red fruit porridge

which is immediately popular because of one specific ingredient.

Currants and raisins. And here comes the secret.

-Take a look… -Currants and raisins.

-Smell this. -Does it contain alcohol?

Definitely.

Don't tell anyone.

That makes it nice.

-Can we have a bite later? -Can I have a sip?

Yes.

Can we make the potatoes very creamy?

The idea is that you cook everything in one pan.

And you mash everything together with a pestle.

But it shouldn't be like baby food

that you can just spoon into your mouth.

-You got a handy knife, Yordi. -This one.

-You stole that one from me, right? -I just grabbed it quickly.

Before we start cooking, you're supposed to wash your hands.

They have to laugh…

What a hassle.

It should hold together, because I see cracks.

Then we put the balls in the pan.

Very well.

-Pier Jan's balls. -Yeah, thanks.

-We go around the corner. -This is too obvious.

-Hey. -Nice.

Guys, this isn't going well.

He doesn't mind.

-Just like pea soup. -You're snacking.

-You can't snack already. -Just a little bit, to taste.

Then we put it all in the pan.

-I'll bring it. -What a shame.

-I'll bring it over. -Nice.

Otherwise, it will be gone before it gets in the pan.

-Watch out. -I heard it.

These will be very special balls.

-My gosh. -No, honey, thanks.

Don't we have to flip them?

They're black.

You didn't see that.

-Let me get in between. -Sure.

Put it in here.

I'm being pushed to Mars.

Almost ready?

I just started.

Can I have some of that…

I was like, "Wow." She's a real boss lady.

She wasn't positive. She wasn't enjoying it.

She's been the farmer here and now her son has taken over.

But she still wanted to show us like, "I've been the farmer around here.

"Whether my son has taken over or not. I'm still here."

That's what she thought.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you can start mashing.

-Fun. -It does smell good.

-I don't like the smell. -No?

No.

Divide it equally.

-Enjoy, everyone. -Hot.

Oh, hot.

-Good, right? -Those balls.

Lovely.

Someone blow the famer

so he takes us to McDonald's with the tractor.

Look, I don't want to disrespect someone about a dish

from their mother or whatever, but it really tasted like Asscrack.com.

Where is Deveny?

-Is she going crazy? -She can't stand this sound.

-She has… -Oh, yeah.

Misophonia.

So she can never go to a restaurant?

Honey, what's up?

Honey, I'm triggered by the sound of those potato peelers.

I don't want to make a thing out of it.

Like, "Can you keep in mind?" You know how it is.

I was like, "I don't want any bullshit, so I'll isolate myself."

So they can eat freely and I can do my own thing.

-But how did it happen or… -You either have it or you don't.

Like the sound you hear when someone's nails go over a chalkboard?

-I have that feeling with… -You have it with this.

And other things as well?

And it's called misophonia, right?

Honey, if there's something I can do, let me know.

Yeah.

Or I can eat with you here.

But I don't feel sorry for myself. I could even go without food.

But, yeah, it was very sweet.

-With brown beans. -Can I say something?

-What? -Because Deveny has misophonia.

I'm not sure if I pronounce it right. She can't stand the cutlery sounds.

I understand you make sounds, but…

I feel bad when she needs to eat alone.

I don't like it that you have to speak instead of her.

She didn't tell me to say this.

-People can just eat how they want. -Exactly.

That's why I sat somewhere else.

Ever heard about these things called earplugs?

Put them in if you can't stand the sound.

Let everyone else just do their thing. Leave us alone.

You know what? Go ahead and eat, I'll leave.

Well, that's really mature of her.

-What's not mature? -Just sit and eat. I'm leaving you alone.

The stew should have been so hot

that they would get blisters on their tongue and be silent.

If I'm being honest, it was almost pathetic.

Why are you being so crazy?

-No, just eat. -No, you just eat.

-Yeah, I'm going to. -You're tripping for no reason.

No.

-Just stay here. -No, I don't have to.

I knew at that moment exactly what was going to happen.

That big mouth of hers. Like a Chihuahua.

Honey, are you lacking of attention?

Want to make it about you?

That's exactly what she's doing. I can see through it.

-Are you okay, Shani? -Yes, I'm fine. You?

-Yeah, I'm fine. -Don't pour another one.

One is fine.

There's therapy for that. Maybe I should recommend it.

I hope they will be like… Scratching the chalkboard.

That would be great. I really want to see that.

So much for the messy farmers' lunch with the locals,

who are a bit shocked by the behavior of the city influencers.

And my new letter has yet to make an appearance.

Guys.

There's a letter, guys.

-Shots. -Lena.

Shots?

I can't anymore.

"Dear friends, by now you already know

only one of you can win it all."

"So that means you have to out-play each other

in this rural excursion."

"That's why I'll ask each of you later

to nominate two city dwellers for an exit."

"Think about it while you can, okay?"

-Two? -Two.

-I have to take a shit right now. -Not great.

One is difficult.

Let alone two.

I don't fear for my spot,

because I know they will be voting for me.

And if I have to leave, I'll go. Because I don't care about this shit show.

It's hard.

It's very hard. I hate to ruin things for someone else.

If you're out because of the games, you go home, and that's fine.

Yes, exactly.

For me, it's easy. At least one choice is.

Who?

But I think that speaks for itself… Shani, that's obvious.

I just don't like that.

But all of us have to vote the same two people.

Because otherwise, we have a problem.

-So I'll be good. -Yeah.

If you do the same, I'll definitely be safe.

-Because it… -I don't want to lose to someone like that

because I'll lose face. I'll lock myself up.

I would feel so ashamed.

But there will be a vote, and two names will come out of the ballot box.

But it remains a mystery for the candidates who will stay

and especially, who makes the final decision.

Hello, dear city dwellers.

How wonderful to see you here again.

How is everyone?

-Good. -Good.

-Shani. -Yes…

I'm not made for this, am I?

I have to milk cows who shit all over me. That's not for me.

No?

Maybe later.

-Deveny? -Yes.

How do you like it here?

It was not that bad.

But I've had my first conflict, so that makes it a bit less fun.

Has it been resolved?

No.

Is that still the plan?

-To resolve it? -Yes.

I'm a simple person. If it's good between us, it's good,

-and if not, so be it. -Understood.

Tonight, we will say goodbye to our first city dweller.

I'm asking you to write two names later.

The names of the two candidates you want to get rid of.

-Is that clear? -Yes.

-Yes. -Yes.

Let's start the vote.

Iris, do the honors.

I'm nominating Yordi, because I haven't spoken to him much.

The second one is Jillian and that's for the same reason.

My vote goes to Jillian. She's just here for the money.

And my second vote goes to Deveny.

I thought it was childish that she left.

My first vote goes to Yasmine.

My second vote goes to Shani, because I think the drama is too much.

My first vote goes to Tom.

My second one to Jillian.

I hope I'm writing it correctly.

My vote goes to Shani, because Shani acted tough against me.

I'm nominating Yasmine and Shani, because I don't really click with them.

The votes have been counted.

And the first two nominees are known.

The two nominees are…

Jillian.

And the other nominee is…

Deveny.

One of you will go home tonight.

-Deveny? -Yes?

Did you see this coming?

Kind of, yes.

Why do you think so many voted for you?

I think because Shani was going to vote for me,

-so others did too. -What do I have to do with it?

Jillian?

I retweet Deveny.

Yes.

Oh, so it's me?

Not necessarily, but I think so…

Oh, that's a joke.

Okay, ladies. I want to ask you to pack your bags.

And come back here.

-Yes. -Yes.

Ladies.

But why am I getting the blame?

I saw everything coming. I expected it.

It's funny everyone here has a lot of followers,

but they end up being the biggest follower themselves.

Sheeple.

What the candidates don't know is that they've been watched closely

by the villagers they've met.

They will be a secret village council at every location in the coming weeks

in which harsh words will be spoken.

Because they will decide which of the two nominees

will be allowed to stay and who must leave.

Of course, the host will be part of this council,

together with other locals.

And today, it is mother Atsie and fellow villager Albert.

Good afternoon.

Our first village council.

That's right.

The candidates voted on each other.

I have the two pictures here.

Jillian and Deveny.

Oh, yeah. I get that.

-You do? -Those two, yes.

You see? She was like, "Everyone is afraid of me,

no one dares to go against me."

-But also… -I say everything to her face.

Is she crazy or what?

Thinking no one dares to against her.

Bitch, I will. So what?

-I haven't seen them work. -No.

But I did see them at the table.

Or not, because one walked away.

You're part of the group, so you adapt.

It's almost rude isolating yourself in a group

-of your own choice. -Yes.

I had her in my group and I did see some conflicts at the table.

She was being attacked and cornered.

But for that to be a reason to push someone out of the group…

I thought the behavior of the group was inappropriate.

If you see those two pictures together, who had the least commitment.

I'd pick her to stay, because she was like…

Her effort was good and…

-Definitely. -She was there first.

I also have the impression she is starting to like it more.

-Okay. -Yes.

-Thank you. -Yes.

I'm going to tell them the news.

-Pier Jan, good luck. See you tomorrow. -Good luck.

-See you tomorrow. -Bye.

-Bye. -See you.

I don't play dirty to win. I play loyal.

If that means I have to go, then I go home.

I'm going to tell you who will go home.

But I won't tell you the reason.

Was it your effort?

Because you didn't earn enough money for the group?

Or did one of you simply got the most votes?

The one…

who will go home tonight

is…

NEXT TIME

Who was farting the whole time?

It was Yordi.

This was the second night and I feel like we've been here six months.

I feel like a shepherd.

That's men's work.

We live in an emancipated society.

I should show my boobs. Maybe that helps.

-You're going "Fierljeppen." -What?

Okay.

This is not barely making it. This was being pulled under.

Look how angry he looks.

You guys are too late and we don't do that in the countryside.

-But people can be sick, right? -No excuses.

I'm not doing anything. I'm sick.

Oh, Yasmine. Our princess.