All language subtitles for Heels in the Hay S01E05.en-us.dialog.subtitle

PREVIOUSLY

Bitches, I'm here to stir things up.

Hi, Lisa.

My first impression about Lisa
is that she doesn't seem like someone

who'll be breaking a sweat.

-It's quite heavy.
-Are they? Oh, you poor thing.

Yes.

No.

Screw the money, man.
I'm not going to sell my soul for this.

-I hate working.
-She's not worth anything.

Forget it, I'm not working for €100.

I'd rather just quit.

I need two names.

Iris, and my second vote goes to Jasey.

-Jasey.
-Jasey, sorry.

Iris.

Iris, and Tom.

Iris, I voted for you,
and my second vote goes to Tom.

Iris, and my second vote goes to Tom.

-Who would you like to keep around?
-Majority rules.

-Them.
-Yes.

HEELS IN THE HAY

The final nomination round
among the fishermen in Urk is a fact.

That means Tom or Iris
will be sent home broke today,

and one of them will no longer
have a shot at the grand prize.

I spoke to the village council,
and they had a lot of good things to say

about both of you,
but a decision has been made.

The person who'll be back
in the city tonight…

That's you, Tom.

-Say your goodbyes.
-Time for bubbles.

-I enjoyed meeting you.
-Me, too.

I kind of saw my elimination coming,

because I am a pretty strong player,

but yeah, maybe I
didn't quite fit in with the group.

Maybe I was the odd one out.

I'm proud that I got to do this.

This one's for the books.
I'll never forget this.

And so the fishing adventure ends
for the eight remaining influencers.

The herd moves from Urk to Bathmen
in Overijssel, where they'll be working

on a lovely-smelling pig farm.

Once again, it's all about hard work,
and complaining as little as possible.

Surely they must have learned
their lesson by now.

-That smell.
-Oh, my lord.

-I can smell it already.
-It's intense, like a slap in the face.

Here on the farm, the stench
is unbearable. It's absolutely disgusting.

It's the worst location so far.

-Good morning, everyone.
-Good morning.

Welcome to the beautiful Bathmen.

You're halfway through
your journey across the Netherlands.

We are at pig farmer Erik's farm,

and Erik has a fun surprise for you.

I hope this farm is kind to the pigs
and that they're not being slaughtered.

I'm happy to take care of them,
but I'm not cutting them up.

-Hello.
-Good morning.

Look at this crowd.

You brought in quite a bunch.

A real farmer, just like you'd picture.

Clogs, old-fashioned, a bit chubby,

dirty fingernails, smells bad.

Yeah, exactly. A typical farmer.

It's a very diverse group,
if I may say so.

-Yeah, for sure.
-Yeah.

I think it's all a bit fake.

These influencers act
like they're so important,

they film it and want everyone to see.

Apparently, that's a new market.
A new culture.

Looking at them,
do you see a potential pig farmer?

-A pig farmer?
-Yeah, a potential one.

Yeah, I'm seeing...

He does look a little bit like a pig.

No offence.

-On the contrary.
-You can't say that.

I see it more as…
You kind of look like my son,

also with beautiful red hair.

I'm sorry, but you really can't say that.

I have to keep this guy on my good side,
so I'll take it.

You can't say that, sorry.

I don't know where this
is coming from, but it's inappropriate

and because of that,
I'm already not feeling it.

I'm nervous about how he's going to be.

Inside, there are little piglets

-that need care.
-Who?

Are piglets baby pigs?

-There's a smart one in there.
-They're not dumb.

The piglets were born last night.

For anyone who doesn't know this dialect,

a whole wheelbarrow full of piglets
was born last night, and they need love,

or whatever.

And a good cuddle
is exactly what our heroes need.

-They need some mothering.
-That's so sweet.

I love this. Makes me want to be a mom.

Yeah, really. So cute, so adorable.

-He's licking my boob, look.
-Same here.

-Erik.
-Yeah?

is this normal?

I don't think it is.

I think some guys would be into that,

-but...
-Yes.

Sounds weird, but a mother pig
has her own scent.

-So I smell like a pig?
-It could be the case

that you have a similar scent
as the mother pig.

They were looking for milk,
and naturally, they ended up with Shirley

and her milk cannons.

The piglets work like magic.
Suddenly, everyone is over the moon,

except for Faisel.

For the son of a Muslim family,

pigs aren't exactly his favorite pet.

You can pick them up.

I'll check off every haram box.

-You can cuddle them.
-I don't want to cuddle.

I'll just pet it. So cute.

I see these piglets and think,
"My family is going to kill me,"

and the online comments,
because I come from a Muslim family.

My name is Faisel, and I'm already gay.

The last thing I need is to be lying
in a pigsty to get completely canceled.

There goes my career and my life.

You've got more work to do today.

Real work.

-Absolutely.
-No cuddling, actual work.

Please follow me outside.

All right.

Yes, hard work is required here too.

The prize pot now holds €12,265,

with Iris and Marc contributing the most.

The first task is placing concrete slabs

in the pigs' mud pit,

so they can reach
the water troughs more easily.

He's assigned Marc-Junior,
Jasey, Lisa, and Yordi for the job.

They can each earn up to €150.

The other four will be shoveling poop
and cleaning the barn.

They can each earn up to €200.

-Right on, bro.
-All right.

-Respect.
-That's the spirit.

Since there are two tasks today,

and Erik can't be everywhere at once,
his very elderly father,

Appie, is stepping in.

You'll be shoveling poop.
As simple as that. Good luck.

And you're going to build
a hardened surface for our pigs.

-Follow me.
-Great.

-You're strong.
-Yes, we are strong.

Let them shovel poop.
I'll do the heavy lifting.

-Disgusting.
-It smells like death here.

I can't get over this.

I started gagging.

I thought, I can't do this.
Once again, no money for me.

At least not much,

because I thought I couldn't handle it.

-Oh, this is bad. Disgusting.
-This is gross.

Yordi, can you keep the pigs back?

These animals stink. Unreal, man.

Come on, people, you don't have all day.

TEAM POOP

-They already know.
-I'm going to throw up.

We're at the fence.

They want out.

That's right.

Oh no, I can't do this.

I once visited a petting zoo,
so I thought I could handle it.

All right.

Then suddenly, I saw 80,000 pigs,

and because of how I was raised,
I developed a fear of pigs.

I wanted to go home the moment I arrived.

You're supposed to shovel that sand
into the wheelbarrow.

-All right.
-Then we'll have to take it away later.

They're sweet and won't hurt you.

Shani.

I had a panic attack.
My armpits started squirting,

I almost passed out
and jumped onto Shani's neck.

I'll end up with Ebola or tuberculosis.
I'm scared.

I'm leaving. I can't do this.
This goes against my principles.

-What on earth is that?
-That's piss.

No.

-Don't cry.
-Oh, sweetheart.

I get that Faisel's religion
doesn't allow him to be near them,

I understand that, but then just step out.

-Pull.
-I want to go home.

-We're getting out.
-I want to go home.

Stand there, darling.

Bro. Hey. He bit me, dude, I swear.

They eat everything, don't they?
Even corpses and stuff.

-Except for teeth. They don't eat those.
-Except teeth.

Bodies always get disposed of
with the pigs.

If you pass out or collapse here,

they'll all eat you up,
and that's the end of it.

No more Yordi in this world.

-Ow, my leg.
-I'll put it here.

And on top. Yeah, perfect.

In the back of my mind, I know
I'm not exactly fitting in with the group,

and if I start slacking off too,

the council won't like that either.
I had to act tough somehow.

Oh, my hands. I need a break.

Yes.

Bro, this one is taking a dump
right in front of me.

I'm not sensitive, but this is insane.
I respect them, but this is too much.

There's shit everywhere, piss everywhere.

-Look at this.
-Filthy pigs.

This is actually disgusting, sorry.

This isn't normal anymore.
I swear, this is just too much.

This is nasty.

At first, I thought,
"Oh, just a bit of mud."

I forgot they also shit and piss in it.

They don't go to a toilet,
they just crap and piss everywhere. Gross.

-He's shitting.
-Nah, man, I really don't wanna see this.

No, I can't handle this.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

You're standing in a pool of piss,

there's shit everywhere.

Oh, this isn't gonna work.

-It's breaking.
-The shovel's busted.

-We have to keep going.
-With a broken shovel.

-That pig is on me again.
-We can't.

TEAM POOP

Where is this supposed to go?

We're taking it--

We have to take each wheelbarrow
all the way over there.

That's where you can dump it. Yes, great.

Yes, just tip it over. Good job.

-I'm breaking out in a sweat.
-I'm so hot.

I thought shoveling poop wouldn't be bad,
but then I was standing there,

dust, dung, piss. All mixed together.

It's just one big mess,
and I find it really disgusting, yeah.

Shani and Faisel
are having a hard time too.

Their wheelbarrow is seriously heavy
and they have to walk quite a distance.

Once again, it's all too much.
They're not going to do it.

-Can't we just dump it in this ditch?
-Yeah.

Not the wheelbarrow, darling.

That marathon is too much for my feet,

I can't take it anymore, so I dumped
the rest of the droppings nearby.

I thought you all did really well
for a first time.

-That's sweet.
-Thank you.

Are you alright?

TEAM CONCRETE

Careful.

Go ahead.

-Yes.
-Yeah, put it down.

Oh, no.

It was terrible. All dirty,

and when he got up
it soaked through his overall.

-Disgusting.
-Shit, dude.

I'm alright. I'm okay.

-Nice little mud bath, right?
-A nice mud bath.

Sir, if I don't get the full wage,
I'll burn the whole barn down.

I don't know if that comment
is very appropriate.

-In that case, I'm joking.
-I see.

The first one is crossing it. Applause.

It's working.

Right on, dude.

Then the misery is over for both teams.

Time to take a short break while waiting
for the hard-earned paychecks.

Lisa.

I petted those pigs,
and now I smell like bacon. So creepy.

Farmer Erik
and his father Appie have judged

who put in the effort and who
let the group down by not doing so.

If I get lousy pay again,
I'm staying in bed tomorrow.

-Me too.
-Me too.

We're not going to stand
in that rain, are we? No way.

-I'll get them.
-Read them to us.

-All right, Iris.
-Exciting.

€200.

Jasey. €125.

Yordi, €100, didn't do shit.

I'll take it.

-Faisel, €140.
-Oh, that's not bad.

-Yeah.
-That's very good.

This is a culture shock for us,

but I'm a culture shock for Appie.
I come in screaming, sunglasses on,

while twerking, so I don't blame him.

This time I understand why I got €60 less.

Drumroll for Shani.

€200.

I got the maximum,

and I was the only one,
together with Iris, so I'm really happy.

Finally I managed
to stand out above the rest.

Appie took good care of me.

Lisa. €100.

That's it. I'm not getting
out of bed tomorrow.

He can go to hell. I'm not doing anything.
Seriously. I mean it. I'd rather go home.

I'm not standing
in that filthy mess for €100.

-I get it.
-I refuse to do it.

Do they think I'm stupid, or what?

I'm not doing it anymore.
They're out of their minds.

I'm just not going anymore,
because I'm standing there in the muck,

Normally I would never do that.

So now I do it for the prize pot,
and then I don't even get paid.

€100?

Do they think I'm a clown, or what?

If I sell one feet pic, I get €1,000.

-Yeah.
-Standing in shit for €100.

A feet pic.

Lisa's slacking off again.

She wants to earn at least a certain
amount, she doesn't want to work tomorrow.

She won't last long. She won't make it
to the last round. No way.

We have €1,255 in the pocket.

Okay, time to check out
the new sleeping spot,

in the piglets' cuddle barn.

I'm not sleeping among pigs.
They piss and shit there.

I'm not a pig, am I?
I don't have to sleep there, do I?

-Completely messed up.
-You could sleep here.

That makes even less sense.

-Well...
-I find it suspiciously terrible.

It's absolute bullshit.

Good luck. I hope you find a nice spot.

We'll have a look,
and if it's really awful...

I think they don't fully realize who I am.

I literally have to work
half an hour to earn fucking €600.

I'm standing in shitty smell all day,

I have to sleep in a pigsty,

on a fucking yoga mat.

You'd better not even
look at me for the rest of the day.

We're not here to survive in a barn.

We did that the first few days
at Pier-Jan's,

I'm not doing that again.

My spine is almost protruding
from sleeping on the hay.

I can't handle this. I'm tripping.

I'm really going to get angry.

You need to stay away from me
when I'm angry, I completely lose it.

Especially if there's no solution,
and clearly there wasn't, so...

then I get mad.

If someone comes one step too close today,
I'll just knock them out.

I swear. I don't give a...

Do we have to blow it up with our mouths?

-I can't do that.
-Me neither. I'll pass out.

It smells bad here, too.

If I sleep here,
do I sleep next to Yordi Fart?

You can't smell any of that here.

-I'm fine with this.
-I find it quite comfortable.

Kill that farmer and sleep in his bed.

-Now that's a plan B.
-Sleeping in his bed?

Can't be worse than this.

His teeth are as brown as my face.

I've slept in the jungle,
had a stinking ex with a small willy,

that was tough too,
but this is even worse than those things.

Yeah, I think it is.

I'm distancing myself from the fuss and
going to the neighbors to set the table,

because here too,
the contestants must experience rural life

by cooking a local dish
with the people here,

and what happens here later
could very well be decisive

in the secret village council.

Look at those characters.

-I'm really curious.
-Me too. Quite a bunch.

-Hi, hello.
-Hello.

-Hi. Bertina.
-Faisel. Nice to meet you.

Bertina. Hello.

I love your golden trinkets.

-Influencers, do you know them?
-No, not at all. No.

I've heard of the word, but that's it.

I have no clue what they do.

This is my mother,
we live together on the farm.

I see that woman and have to hold back
my laughter. What a look.

I was shocked. I thought,
"What on earth is this?"

Mom is wearing the Salland costume.
We're here in Salland.

This is our Sunday best.

When you go out, you wear nice clothes.

A skirt and preferably
four petticoats underneath.

Four?

If you've got it, flaunt it.

Nowadays that's a BBL.
Everyone goes to Turkey for a big butt.

That's prosperity now.
It used to be an old tea towel.

Let's get to work, because we need to eat.

I thought,
"This is going to be gross again."

I want to eat, I just want good food.
I want burgers and fries.

Kruudmoes is an old Salland dish
that farmers used to eat

before working the fields.

-There's raisins.
-Nice.

There's... What's this?

-Barley.
-Barley.

There's sausage and bacon.

Please turn on the gas stove.

-All right.
-Which setting?

-I have an electric cooktop.
-I can't cook.

-You can't cook.
-I eat out or order in.

We always order in.

This guy says he doesn't cook at all.

He has everything delivered.
Well, I don't know such a thing.

I'd never heard of that.
I just cook myself.

No kruudmoes is complete
without fresh herbs.

That's why Bertina takes the influencers
to her vegetable garden,

where she tests their knowledge
of the green gold.

Guess how that went.

-Do you know what this is?
-It's a carrot.

No, cauliflower.

-Or spinach?
-Oh, it's endive.

No, it's kale.

They're amazed by so many things.
They've never seen this before.

-Out in the vegetable garden, too.
-Yeah.

There was a kale plant.
"That's cauliflower."

-Is kale even a plant?
-Yeah.

I thought it was lettuce, but cooked.

I think it's pretty funny.

But also pretty sad.

-What's this called? Fennel?
-Chervil.

They're all just plants to me.

It has to be really clean,
you're the one eating it.

Sand and bits have to come off.

Sand and bits off?

The bits need to be rinsed off.

Make sure your long nails
don't get in there.

It'll be too crunchy.

Back in the day,
you had fingertip covers to scratch with

in the potato fields.

You can't work with those, can you?

I worried they would end up
in the kruudmoes.

Are they secure?

Yes, you may check. They're really secure.

Indeed.

She said, "I can do yours, too."
I said, "No, thanks."

-I don't care for them.
-No.

-No spilling.
-No, that'd be a waste.

Yes.

It looks like
what you see after a night out.

They're not familiar with our life,

they're not familiar with the farm life.

Completely different.

-Yordi?
-No, give me half a portion.

-It smells like bootyhole, but...
-Bootyhole.

-Enjoy your meal.
-I could lick my plate.

Anyone want buttermilk?

-No, thank you.
-No, thank you.

-Maybe later.
-Very interesting.

I'm not sure what to think.

It's great. You have to eat
what you are served.

-It's quite good.
-Yeah, quite good.

They might be on the council,

so if I'm voted out, they'll say,
"Marc, you stay,

the other person can go."

I want this again tomorrow.

-I'll pack you some.
-That's sweet.

They'll never make it again.

-No.
-But they'll never forget it either.

They'll never forget it,
but they also won't try again.

I don't think so, either.

With the mash in their bellies,
it's time to head to the farm,

where Faisel has a surprise waiting.

It has not gone unnoticed
that Faisel is not happy with the pigs.

-Do you feel at home among the pigs?
-No, not really.

-Not really, huh?
-No.

For me, it's just...

I come from a certain faith
and background, where this...

I've never even seen a pig up close.

I'm doing my best,
but I find it pretty tough to handle.

Yeah. I really think
we shouldn't push you any further

than you've already gone.

We have to be considerate
and treat you with respect.

And in future rounds,

we won't involve you
with the pigs every time,

but assign you to other farm activities
that involve fewer pigs.

-I really appreciate that.
-We'll do that.

-May I give you a hug? Thank you.
-Of course.

It got me a bit emotional,

because I had just been in a bad mood,

and I finally felt understood by someone
from a completely different life,

who actually seems to care.

That shows how modern he is
and that he's a really kind guy.

Hi, Fais. How did it go?

I thought he was going to yell at me,
but it was a heartfelt conversation.

-Really?
-He's actually a really kind man.

Being gay is already a lot for me.

Half of my family hasn't even accepted me.

-I'm sorry.
-Poor Faisel.

I do find the culture Faisel comes from
quite intriguing, really interesting.

I think I can handle it well,

and I figure that us farmers don't want
to shut anyone out. Quite the opposite.

-Shani.
-What's up, darling?

Erik is getting me all emotional.

I said his teeth are as brown as my face,

but he's sweet
and his teeth aren't even that bad.

He's here now, and maybe he'll even
invite me to the Amsterdam Gay Pride.

I'll join him.

Farmer Erik's kindness
really knows no bounds.

He heard their complaints
about the sleeping arrangements,

and came up with a solution.

They might be a bit old and a little used,
but I found two of these cots.

-That's good.
-Fantastic.

A beach bed.

I'm not on the floor anymore,
I don't have to sleep on hay,

so I put down my mattress
and drift off to sleep.

-Good night, everyone.
-Sleep tight.

It's he first morning
on the pig farm for our city influencers,

but the day kicks off with drama,

because pigs are early risers.

That means the feed machine
springs to life,

and that's seriously annoying.

This is insane, seriously.
They're trying to drive us crazy here.

Yeah, the feed trough
jumps to life to feed the pigs,

but it sounds like two Apache helicopters
are buzzing right overhead.

I'm like, "It's war.
It's over. They're breaking in."

We have to work. What a bummer, guys.

This is the worst.

I couldn't be in a worse mood.

I'm exhausted, I have a burnout,
a neck hernia and a toe hernia.

Shirley's still fast asleep.

I believe so. And Lisa, too.

-She's not getting out of bed anyway.
-She's not.

Lisa decides to take a day off
and abandon the group.

The others are ready
to do something that resembles working,

but I doubt Lisa's move
will win any sympathy.

-I see an empty chair.
-Lisa's still fast asleep.

Asleep?

If she really doesn't change
her work habits,

that's an easy reason
for me to vote for her.

You need to bring in some cash too.

If she's not around,
you're missing a key member of your team.

-Not okay.
-Not okay?

She could have earned €250 today.
That's a loss of €250, you know?

At that rate, five days in a row
means you've lost €1,250.

Yeah.

Everyone can do what they want,
but I personally wouldn't do this.

She's new, not bringing in any money,
she stays in bed,

she's not contributing to the group,
the pot, or the vibe.

So I think she's putting herself
in a risky position.

WORK ASSIGNMENT

Without Lisa, the city folks
still have an important job today.

Jasey, Yordi, Shirley,
Shani, and Iris will be herding pigs.

They need to move
two groups of pigs from one mud pool

to another.

The maximum wage per person is €150.

As agreed, Faisel gets a different task.

He has to paint the frame of a tractor.

Since he can't do it alone,
Marc will help him.

They can each earn €100 for this.

So the trick is to get those pigs
through the gate into the field.

We have to wake them up.

-Wake up.
-Wake up, guys.

You gotta wake those animals up
because they are still sleeping.

Giddy up.

Giddy up.

You can tell
that they're still a bit groggy.

Pedal to the metal.

They're waking up.
Yeah, go on. Walk through that thing.

If you're blocking it...

-Am I in the way?
-You're right in the middle of the path.

Come on, chop-chop.

I keep yelling, "Let's go."

Hello?

Be careful.

I'm too scared.

I don't know how to talk to a pig.

-What are you doing?
-The barking?

-They're not sheep.
-What else am I supposed to do?

Giddy up.

They're not scared of dogs,
and not of Yordi either.

Move. Move.

It's an absolute madhouse.
Just the way we are.

How do we get this one to move?

-See those ears perk up?
-Yeah.

-What does that mean?
-She's into it.

-She's horny.
-Yordi, can you handle that?

That's not how it works.
I'm not too picky, but this is too much.

Farmer Erik, what are you doing to us?

-There she goes.
-Jasey.

-Yes.
-Yes.

Well done, Shirley.

TEAM PAINTING

-It needs a good sanding.
-I've already sanded it.

Today, instead of herding pigs,

I'm sanding a tractor and painting it.

With Marc, because Lisa is still sleeping
or plucking her toes, or whatever.

I don't have time for this.
I need some me-time,

because I don't want
to see that farmer either.

He'll get a smack on the head
if he says anything right now.

If this is how you treat me, I'm not
helping you out with your fucking farm.

-This is intense for 8:00 in the morning.
-We'll handle that shit, Faisel.

It's pretty intense.

I'm trying to keep Faisel on my side.

He's a strong player.

Everyone likes him,

but I'm not sure whether I can trust him.

-I need your help, dude.
-With what?

Making sure
they don't want to vote me out.

-Yeah...
-Yeah...

I don't know if that will work this time,

because I'm friends with everybody.

-You want to vote for me and Yordi.
-Did I say that?

-It seems like it.
-We've got Iris, too.

Right, so you want to vote
for me and Iris.

-I don't want to vote for anyone.
-Do they want to vote for me?

People do want the two of you gone.

-And Yordi, right?
-Tactical.

Yeah, only tactical.

Let's get this fellow taken care of.

TEAM PIG

Come on, bud, go.

-Yes.
-Yes, Yordi.

Oink, oink.

-No.
-No.

Come back.

He's coming, guys.

-Yes.
-He's coming.

Damn. No.

No.

Such a hassle.

I'm exhausted, dude.

-No.
-No.

Jeez.

Team Paint already thinks they're done,

but we'll see about that,

because farmer Erik
doesn't like half work.

-It's way shinier than before.
-Yeah.

Once the final touches are made...

-Then it's perfect.
-Then it's a job well done.

Well done.

-All right, Erik.
-Thank you.

Team Pig is far from finished,

and might even end up working overtime.

Because they're all
pushing one stubborn pig,

there's an escape attempt
on the other side of the yard.

-The gate is open.
-The gate is open.

The gate is open. The gate. Run.

Oh my, this is bad.

-What a hassle. The fence.
-Go back. He's stubborn.

Go back.

No.

He's really going through
his rebellious phase.

Sorry, you deal with that hooligan.
I'm not coming back.

They just won't listen.
I walked up and down 30 times,

before I thought,
"He'll figure it out on his own."

Your brothers and sisters
are waiting for you. Move.

-Yes.
-Yes.

Yes.

If I had a hat, I'd tip it off.

All the pigs are
where they're supposed to be,

so the team is done for today.

Just like Lisa,
who has been done for a while now.

Her frustration is building up so much
she's about to explode.

-Do you really want to go home?
-Yes, I'm done.

-You've only been here for two days.
-This is not my thing.

I'm not standing in crap again.

I think it's ridiculous.
We're sleeping in that stinking barn.

-In two days it will be over.
-I'm getting depressed in that pen.

I can't stand it.

If she weren't my friend,
I'd have kicked her out.

If you're holding me back
and cutting into the prize pot every time,

then why are you even here?
You could just stay in bed at home.

It's clear the group
doesn't have much use for Lisa.

The others think they've earned
the maximum amount,

but that's not really the case.

-Zero.
-Seriously?

-You don't say.
-Without a smiley?

-Impressive.
-She's not even getting a smiley.

You didn't even get a smiley.

The full wage.

Right on.

Shall I hand out the next one?

-Iris.
-Fifty?

The payment's bullshit.

At the moment,
I'm a bit scared of the village council.

€700.

One person earned nothing,
so we're already coming up short.

-Was that shade? Are you starting shit?
-No.

Team Pig could have earned
€150 per person,

but thanks to all the hysterical chaos,
no one managed that.

According to farmer Erik,
Iris was slacking,

so she only got €50.

Faisel and Marc did their job perfectly,
according to farmer Erik.

That's why each of them gets €100.

There's a letter. Exciting.

"Attention, city dwellers.
get ready for the nomination round."

"Regards, Robbert."

"P.S. For anyone
really afraid of being nominated,

there's an exemption scarf
hidden in the mud pool."

-"Whoever finds it can keep it."
-I'm going for it.

I'm not stepping into that crap again.

You're not seriously going to roll around
in mud, piss and shit for a nomination?

-I'm going for it.
-I think it could benefit you, too.

I desperately need immunity,

as, for two rounds in a row,
I got all the votes, save one.

But Iris isn't the only one
gladly sinking into shit

for an exemption.

Because a money addiction
does weird things to a person.

Especially to influencers.

-Ew, Yordi.
-Shit. Fuck, dude.

Exemption,

I thought, "I've got to get that,
because all eyes are on me."

Yordi...

My boot is full of shit.

That mud pool was hellish.

Our boots filled up with shit.

They were so heavy
I couldn't lift my feet.

Disgusting.

My boot is full of it.

There's a tube over there, but it's empty.

It was disgusting, but I thought,

"I don't give a shit anymore."

Careful not to step on it.

-Who's close?
-Yes.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Yes, I found it.

I'm so happy.

I got it.

I wish everyone the best,
but it sucks that I didn't get it.

I also think I'm going to need it more.

-I could kiss those pigs.
-Go for it, then.

Yes.

-Now it's getting real.
-Yeah, now it's serious.

No one can vote for Jasey.

So it's Iris and one of you.

It sucks that Jasey got it,
he was on my hit list.

I want to get rid of him.
That mini-Martien Meiland

has to pack his bags at some point.

Since Yordi missed out on immunity,

his new best friend Marc
needs to come up with a rescue plan.

He decides to sacrifice himself,

hoping the secret village council
will spare him.

-Will you vote for me?
-Why?

I don't want Yordi to go. Vote for me.

Vote for me, not for Yordi.
All right? Keep him in the game.

Iris, vote for me,
but not for Yordi, alright?

What is he doing?

I feel bad for Yordi.
I don't want him gone.

We made many agreements.

It's my fault they want us out,
because I told Yordi, "We're a team."

Scheming king Marc
wants to save his bro Yordi,

but he'll have to convince a few people
to go along with it.

Faisel is next on his hit list.

-Really sweet of you to do this.
-Isn't it?

How can I ever thank you?

-By voting for him.
-Yes, and for Iris.

-You really want Iris gone, don't you?
-Yeah, dude.

Voting for Iris is pointless,
she'll just come back.

But third time's the charm.

Iris can feel the heat of a third
nomination breathing down her neck.

-Do you think you're in the danger zone?
-Yeah, always.

I don't think so.

If I end up in front of
the village council for a third time,

a third time always means something.
I don't think I'll get lucky again.

I think other people
are in the crosshairs now,

because they're thinking,
"We're never getting Iris out anyway."

I really hope so because honestly...

-It's a shitty position.
-It sucks.

Marc just came to me and said,

-"Vote for me, not for Yordi."
-Yeah.

Marc's probably thinking

"Yordi won't make it
through the council...

so I'll sacrifice myself.
They won't send me home."

So they can keep their bromance going.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure of that.

Marc is trying to be smart,

which makes sense,

but I see right through you,

so you need a better approach.

But Marc tirelessly
continues his charm offensive.

He even goes as far
as teaming up with Yordi to win over Lisa.

Ta-da. Will it fit?

-Push.
-There's my couch.

Push. From the bottom.

-Yes.
-Yes.

-Come on, just a little further.
-It fits.

Where are you taking the couch?

Yes!

I'm so happy.

-You're welcome.
-Let me give you a hug.

-Don't, I'm sweaty.
-There you go. Thank you.

-You too, thank you.
-You're welcome.

I'm over the moon.

You don't know who you can trust,
who's got your back, and who's solid.

Yeah. The cards have been reshuffled,
and I think

this time, the odds aren't in our favor.

It's time to vote.

Marc-Junior takes the risk
of sacrificing himself for Yordi,

because he believes
he's safe from the village council.

A bold move, because Iris
has also made a strong impression,

which has saved her
from elimination twice before.

Hello, everyone.

-Hello.
-Hey.

Jasey, how's it going for you here?

Yeah, great,
because I've got this little red flag,

so for now,
I'm sitting here nice and safe.

When I call you forward in a moment,

I want you to, just like last time...

vote publicly.

But this time

I only need one name.

Wow.

-This is tough.
-Feels like a slap in the face.

Marc, you go first.

-Alright, Marc.
-I'm voting for Iris.

Iris is still a strong opponent.

I'm afraid she'll go home
with the prize pot.

Alright, thanks.

Yordi.

I'm voting for Iris.

-Same reason as Marc.
-Thank you, Yordi.

You know it, Robberto.

Shani.

Oh, my God, all these faces.

Marc, you asked me to vote for you,

and I'm saving you
by doing what you asked,

and hope to see you on the other side.

-Alright, thank you.
-Yeah.

Yeah, bro.

Shirley.

Well, I don't want you to go home,

but you asked me to vote for you today.

I think you're playing a stupid game,

but it is nice of you to do so,
so I'm voting for you, Marc.

I get it.

Iris.

I want to know who you're voting for.

Well, Marc,

because he has voted for me four times.

Thank you.

Jasey.

My vote goes to Yordi.

No way.

I don't like doing it.

I feel bad, but after...

the last vote, I lost faith in him,

-but I do like you.
-Respect, G. No biggie.

Thank you.

Lisa.

I didn't want to vote for the girls
or Faisel,

and the guys helped me out today.

Without them I'd still
be in that filthy pit.

That's why I'm voting for you, Iris.

-Alright, thank you.
-You're welcome.

Faisel.

I'm voting for Iris today.

Alright, thank you.

What a shitty game this is.

All the votes are in,

which means that you, Iris,
and you, Marc, are both nominated.

Let's say
we're on very thin ice right now.

I hope God is with me
and that we can get back in the game.

Iris, that means you're nominated
for the third time.

Yes,

-Everyone wants me gone.
-Not everyone.

-I don't.
-He wants me gone.

-Marcie, Marcie...
-No hard feelings,

not at all.

I'm heading to the village council
and will return with the final verdict.

See you soon.

The weakest workers once again
dodge the nomination round,

but Marc-Junior has successfully
kept Yordi out of harm's way.

Him and Iris are up for elimination.

Who still has a shot at victory,

will be decided by the village council.

Today's council consists of Appie,
farmer Erik's father,

Bertina from the kruudmoes,

and, of course, Erik himself.

How have the past few days been?

I have to say,
they've surprised me, in a good way.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, though there is a difference

in both willingness
and who really has a feel for it.

-There is a difference, yeah.
-Yeah.

What was your impression?

I found it interesting that some
were really motivated, right? That's...

Yeah, and especially Marc,

and the girl with the ponytail.

-Iris.
-Yes, she was very motivated,

with the wheelbarrow and such.

They visited you yesterday.

Yes, they made kruudmoes.

Reactions to that were mixed,
let's put it that way,

because kruudmoes is an old Salland dish,

but it looks like something
that's already been eaten once.

-Yeah.
-You can imagine.

-Yeah.
-And not everyone was a fan.

Alright. A nomination just took place.

-I'm really curious.
-Same here.

-They got to vote for each other...
-Yeah...

-And two people ended up...
-Yeah?

...with the most votes.

Now it's up to you
to decide who gets to stay,

and who has to pack their bags
and head straight back to the city.

Alright.

The first name...

Iris.

Alright.

Yeah... Who else do we have?

The other one is Marc.

-Really?
-Really?

He's the one doing the most work here.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Alright.

He's someone who really...
Don't you think?

Yes, exactly like I just said.

-We have to agree.
-I'd say, let's keep them both.

They're both strong candidates,
aren't they?

They sure are.

Marc, Iris,

I talked to the village council,

and it was a very close call,

but a decision had to be made.

For one of you, the adventure ends here.

I'm sorry, Marc.

COMING UP

Pedal to the metal, guys.

Let's go.

-Hey.
-Piss off.

Ah, shit, dude.

I'm the only immigrant
who's ever worn this.

-Good morning.
-I'm sick of that guy.

I'm done. ...off.
Forget it. My head hurts.

Look, some of it already came off.

You've inhaled too much nitrogen.

The game is really on now.

-I'm about to explode.
-Filthy rat.

-So much drama.
-This is no drama to me,

but a regular Tuesday afternoon.

I've got fans.