Don't forget to enjoy the city a little.
Wow. Obrigado. Atención.
Come on. - We'll never finish all that.
Isabel, come on. - Shouldn't we rather keep going?
We probably have to make that pastry by keeping our hands on this.
Am I almost there? - Yes, yes. Wait.
Yes, good. - Spider-Man, let's go.
Come on. Give it everything. - Go, go.
Come on.
They're not going to make it.
Can you tell me the time you had today? - 54 seconds.
That is very long. - Yes, but I'm genuinely really good at that.
5000 euros or the exemption.
I want to go. - I won't let you go, Maxim. Sorry.
I want to go now. - I won't let you go. Sorry.
Come on, buddy.
Yannis.
(bell tolling)
The finale is in sight.
Of the twelve contestants dropped on an island weeks ago,
four of them remain.
Two men, two women.
And one of them has been playing a double game the whole time.
Could that be Isabel?
Determined and stands her ground.
From the moment the game started, it's started.
But let's not be too firm now.
Doing well, Isabel. Doing well.
Or should we look at the youngest?
Maxim, frontrunner and a man of principles and noble intentions.
I have always gone for the group.
The question is whether you should always follow someone like that.
I don't think Vincent is telling the truth.
Or is the mole Wout?
The big, friendly giant, the reliable friend to everyone.
I do have trust in Wout, actually. - Yes, me too.
But is he worth that much trust?
Come on.
Damn, I can't start anymore.
Or perhaps Julie is the mole.
The frisky foal. Bubbly, uninhibited and playful.
What the fuck? So naive of me, madness.
Unless it's really about the money.
Sorry, guys, but it's purely tactical.
That is genuinely the only reason why I pressed it.
There is only one mole.
And to unmask them,
there really isn't that much time left.
(humming along to music)
I think they're going crazy in the front.
(music: 'Dancing on the ceiling' by Lionel Richie)
For the final chapter of the journey, the contestants drive
to the most southern region of Portugal.
Algarve. Algarve.
What a feeling...
I am a bit hungry, actually.
I'm in the mood for chips. - Already? It's morning.
On the way, they stop for a snack.
For Isabel, it's clearly not the first time
in a Portuguese gas station.
Here, Filipinos. Those are my favorite cookies.
What is that? - You have three flavors, these are the best.
Here, those candies. These are the best.
Sour on the outside. This is good.
That is typically Portuguese. I'm taking that. - I believe you.
Do you guys like that? - Chips Ahoy is always good.
These are going to be gone immediately, you'll see. Then I won't have any again.
Then we'll get two. - I'll get two of these.
I took another bag like that. - Another bag?
Or a chocolate muffin like that. That also looks really good.
They have something else here, Monstermix.
Obrigado. Ciao. - Thank you.
Wow, I have almost no hands left.
I think it's really cozy, buying things in a road restaurant.
You should actually open that up too. That's good.
Then air will come through and I think it will go better.
No, no, stop.
I'm covered in coffee.
Wow, look how dry it is over here on the left.
What now?
This really is a holiday feeling.
Maxim also spilled on his white T-shirt.
The four of us on a trip. - Driving. Through the fields. That is just.
Guys. - What is it, Julie?
This reminds me of my parents ignoring me in the backseat
and that I have to wait until they listen.
Julie, be quiet for a second, Dad and I are talking.
A soccer field. - Oh my God.
Playing soccer, let's go.
Friends, welcome to the Algarve.
Today it's all about the most famous Portuguese person in the world.
And that is? - Ronny.
Cristiano Ronaldo. - Ronny for the buddies.
You're going to play soccer.
Not against the real Ronaldo,
but against the future Cristiano Ronaldos.
(cheering)
Really. - Oh my God.
It scares me.
(match whistle)
They are really cute.
You'll be playing a match against these little players soon,
one hundred future Cristiano Ronaldos.
And if you win,
you earn 4000 euros.
That won't be easy, friends, because the opponent is talented,
there's little you can do about that, and is numerous.
And you can do something about that.
So friends, good luck. The whole country is counting on you.
Thank you. - Thank you.
Tonight, the match Portugal-Belgium is on the program,
with 4000 euros at stake.
The four contestants take on a hundred children,
ninety field players and ten goalkeepers.
A very unequal battle.
But they can eliminate a bunch of opponents beforehand.
As many as possible must go. - That's not going to be easy.
First, the goalkeepers. There are ten.
To get rid of five, Wout just has to head a ball into the goal.
But of these three only one is a real ball.
Julie has to figure out which one.
Which country is sung about in this song?
(music by The Bangles)
This is the flag of Egypt, Germany or the USA.
It certainly doesn't sound like a German song.
I'm going to have to guess, I think.
But it seems unlikely that this song would be about Egypt.
She should know that. Come on.
I'm going to choose the USA.
Julie chooses the United States.
USA. Okay.
Is that also a real ball?
Julie. - Yes.
That's not a ball, that's a pie.
Come on, Julie, that was this.
Walk like an Egyptian.
I don't know that. I've never heard of that.
The first attempt to eliminate goalkeepers failed.
Maxim and Isabel get a chance too.
Which country's grain withstood the hurricane?
Italy, Belgium or Spain?
Grain, that seems like something warm.
He's hesitating.
The Spanish grain withstood the hurricane,
a famous Dutch-language pronunciation exercise.
But it apparently never reached West Flanders.
Grain, that really doesn't seem like something Flemish or Belgian.
And also not something Italian.
So I genuinely think Spain is the only possible answer.
Yes, okay. He chose Spain.
Come on, Isabel.
Yes, it was a real one. - Well done, Isabel.
My hair stayed perfect.
Isabel scored, and with that, they eliminate five goalkeepers.
That means there will still be five under the bar tonight.
And now they are starting on the outfield players.
Friends, Cristiano Ronaldo was in his prime
with the ball at his feet, perhaps the fastest person on earth.
If you want to eliminate outfield players,
you will have to be faster
than Ronaldo.
(he whistles)
Wow.
Then Ronaldo
the bird of prey.
I was really scared. - Rather terrifying.
To eliminate outfield players,
Maxim must score before the bird of prey lands on his head.
Oh my God. Wow, my heart.
Julie has to get the ball to him through a dribbling course.
The departure of Ronaldo the bird of prey is fortunately postponed for a moment.
What is that, man? I feel thick seams. Hard.
A baseball.
Wout and Isabel each get five seconds
to demonstrate their ball control.
Ping pong balls.
Only when they make a mistake does the bird leave.
That's exactly like a kiwi.
Bouncy balls.
No. - Come on, Julie.
What the fuck. What is that, man?
That makes noise. That is I-don't-know-how loud. I don't know.
Come on, Julie.
Come, faster. Keep it still.
What the fuck. My heart.
Maxim scored, at the last second.
That will be twenty fewer outfield players soon.
That was just in time. - That was so close.
And so they get three more attempts.
(whistle)
Petanque balls.
What is that? Oh my God, I don't know.
Are those olives?
(music: 'Blade' by D'Angello & Francis)
Fast, fast.
Come on.
The bird is faster than Wout, and this chance is therefore lost.
Isabel goes next.
What are those? I really don't know.
Are they tomatoes?
Oranges.
Those are Christmas ornaments.
Petanque balls.
Come on.
Come on, Isabel, fast. Sprint, sprint.
Faster, Isabel, faster.
Wow.
They have still only eliminated twenty outfield players.
Oh, shit.
If they don't want to be wiped out later,
this last attempt better succeed.
That is in my opinion... tennis ball.
That is in my opinion an onion.
What is that, man?
A lychee.
Come on, Maxim. Come on.
Good, Maxim. Well done.
Wow, that was good.
And?
Did you see that ball go?
I thought: no, missed. - Me too.
So the team lineups are known.
They will play later against 55 Portuguese children:
five goalkeepers, fifty outfield players.
If they can win the match, that earns 4000 euros.
A very good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Algarve
for the football international between Portugal and Belgium.
We first listen to the national anthems.
...Belgium, oh holy land of the fathers.
Our father is the great servant.
For king, for freedom and for law.
Come on.
They won't win a singing contest with that,
but still better than most international football players.
Now listening to Portugal.
Heróis do mar, nobre Povo.
Nação valente, imortal.
They all know that. That's impossible.
Entre as brumas da memória.
Ó Pátria sente-se a voz.
Magnificent, that passion, that fervor among the Portuguese.
Both on the bench and among the 55 starting players.
Here is the Portuguese lineup.
A very logical 20-20-10. No surprises there.
Julie, I would say, you go in goal. But also try to play along a bit.
Otherwise we'll only have three on the field and that is really too few against that gang.
From where do I jump on the ball? When they are where?
From that big box, you may... - Ah, that big box.
Then you may take the ball with your hands.
Let's go.
Some tactical guidelines there from Wout.
He also had to explain the rules to Julie for a moment.
Out of the circle.
They are eager, the Portuguese.
They have to get out of that circle, and Maxim is going to make that clear now.
We have started. This match lasts ten minutes.
And to mention once more that there is 4000 euros at stake
if the Belgians win.
But it is the little Portuguese who are all storming forward,
now on the left side.
Wout has to hurry over there and has the ball.
He also has to get away now. That doesn't quite work.
A poor touch there by Portugal.
It is out now. What is that then?
Give it to me.
Julie immediately gives it to Maxim.
In daily life a player for KSC Heule, near Kortrijk.
Now he has to try to make a play.
He goes past a number of Portuguese,
but then there is always another new Portuguese ready, of course.
Maxim.
Dribbles himself completely stuck.
That really doesn't work.
They are just like cockroaches.
Frustration for Maxim. That's early in the match.
He has lost the ball though.
Come on.
Towards the Portuguese. They can now go alone at Julie.
Can he also shoot? No, excellent save by Julie.
She has it secured in two touches.
Proves here why she is in goal for the Belgians.
The enthusiasm among the Portuguese on the bench has certainly been stoked.
Throw-in for the Belgians now, with Wout on the right side.
Wait. Isabel. Isabel.
No, not to Isabel.
Chooses the long ball towards Isabel.
Has some trouble there with the control
and has lost the ball again.
Good, Isabel. - No, no.
The Portuguese are now also eliminating Wout.
Now they can storm alone towards Julie again.
The Portuguese with the 1-0. The cross.
Oh no, he misses it.
He won't sleep well tonight because of that, I think.
Wow, lucky.
The Portuguese goalkeepers still unemployed.
Luckily, they can enjoy themselves with each other.
Yes, okay.
Maybe Wout can change something about that.
Player from Union Malinese, near Mechelen.
Making the Portuguese knock each other over there.
Clear path for Wout.
The ball too far from his foot and then he loses it again immediately.
We can take another look here.
Number 7 is running there behind number 7
and then they tackle each other.
Lucky break for the Belgians, but Wout can't take advantage of it.
Now Portugal again.
Then Julie comes out very far from her goal there.
Fuck, the goal is open.
Then the Portuguese can go alone towards an empty goal.
Goal by number 7.
It was to be expected, he's already been the best man on the pitch this whole time.
Joy for the Portuguese.
1-0.
Despair for Maxim too.
I'm already dead, mate.
A downer for the Belgians who were playing well.
But then Julie comes out very far from her goal. She loses the ball.
And then the Portuguese alone towards an empty goal.
Then it's child's play, of course.
The Belgians intervene immediately.
Isabel goes in goal and Julie takes a place on the field.
It's impossible to run into that crowd, because they'll steal the ball anyway.
You can't dribble between them.
You get past one and there's immediately one behind it.
You have to try to find a hole, just shoot into it, and run after it.
It has to be a good ball though. Should I pass it?
You shoot.
You take off immediately. - Does that help?
It's searching for ways to dismantle that Portuguese block.
Yes, okay.
It goes with a deep ball towards Wout.
That's just not clean enough.
Though it did immediately eliminate forty Portuguese with one pass.
But here they are again.
No, no. It's already starting. It's already starting, really.
Really. Yes, okay.
Maxim returned excellently. Then the ball must go forward.
Nice, outside of the right foot towards Wout.
They find each other blindly.
Wout now, one against eight.
He lost the ball again. Though a throw-in for the Belgians.
Then Wout runs deep immediately.
Then now the cross.
No, kicks immediately at the goal and it's in.
Had of course seen that the goalkeeper of the Portuguese
was not one of the tallest.
1-1. They know their classics,
the Romelu Lukaku and Kevin De Bruyne of the Algarve.
Wow, that was really good. Really good.
1-1 is the score with a little less than three minutes to go.
Now renewed courage for the Belgians after that equalizer.
Maxim to Julie.
Go ahead.
She lost the ball, but then goes to put pressure on.
Julie, harder, harder.
The Portuguese are running to the wrong side.
It's to the other side, guys. That seems to be dawning on them now.
A deep ball. Intercepted by Wout who gets an open shooting chance.
Wout.
Scuffs his shot.
Yes, yes. Maxim.
Maxim now.
Chooses to take action. That's difficult, of course.
Still gets his foot against it. Misses it.
At this level you have to finish these chances.
First Wout who completely misses his shot.
Maxim pokes it past the keeper.
But then there's another one, of course.
For now we are on our way to extra time.
This might be the last attack of the match.
A long throw-in. Julie behind it.
Julie, leave it.
Knocks over a Portuguese there.
Wout does the same thing again.
The Portuguese do have the ball and they can now go alone
towards Isabel's goal.
This has to be it.
2-1 for Portugal.
The Belgians played completely out of position.
Man, man, man.
What now? That ball must go forward immediately.
Eight seconds left on the clock.
Maxim towards Wout. Can he control it?
Headed away by number 7.
And then it's done, I'm afraid.
The Portuguese storm the field. They win this international match.
Yes, deserved. They were simply too strong and there were too many of them.
Good game, guys. Well done. Good game.
Good game, guys. Well done.
Well played. Come on.
Good, Wout.
Wow, you ran your socks off. Really.
Wow. - Ouch, ouch.
If there were twenty players fewer, we would have won anyway.
Yes, that's really stupid.
Those were those balls in those little cabinets. - We earned nothing again today.
(music: 'Boa memória' by Capitão Fausto)
Thanks. - Amazing.
The nation is disappointed. - Sorry.
But nothing to be done. I propose that we drink to the Portuguese.
And maybe also to the mole. - There you go.
Come on, cheers. - Cheers.
It's going to be a wait for a hamburger. - We can skip some people.
Five, please. - Five?
Five.
Anyone else want a hamburger?
Today was truly a highlight of the trip for me.
It was a unique experience to stand there with those sixty small children.
Oh, Kevin De Bruyne.
Everyone who knows me a little, knows that I am obsessed with football.
Today everything was football themed. It was truly crazy.
Pro player? - Yes, yes.
Which club? - Anderlecht.
First division? - Yes.
And you?
Club Brugge. - Club Brugge?
Yes, Club Brugge.
Those men had made those little kids believe
that they played for Club Brugge and Anderlecht,
so suddenly those kids went crazy.
Do you want an autograph?
I have never in my life given an autograph,
so I thought it was super cute that they asked me for one too.
Because I didn't play that well.
A high point, and certainly for Portuguese-Belgian relations.
But money was not earned here.
What was the reason for that?
Or better yet, who?
Maxim, Wout and I did know the song, Walk like an Egyptian.
It seems far-fetched to me that this song would be about Egypt.
My children know it too, because it is often played on TikTok.
I don't know that. I've never heard of that.
Which is a bit suspicious.
Isabel's penalty was so slow, aimed right in the corner.
I feel a bit strange about it.
What is that? Oh my God, I don't know.
At the feel box, Maxim hadn't felt that there were limes in the box.
Are those olives?
If he had guessed that, I would probably have reached the spot just in time.
Then there would have been twenty fewer eliminated contestants.
I think it would have been a bit more doable then.
Fuck, that goal is open.
Twenty fewer players and we would have won that match.
The mole knew: we don't stand a chance anyway, so I'll make myself look unsuspicious
and I'll just play along really hard.
Amazing.
Yeah, really crap.
No, stop. Stop. There.
After the tough match last night
the contestants need some rest.
(calm music)
My big toe hurts.
While running, it felt like it suddenly popped out of its socket.
Oh. And you just kept going? - You know me.
I do have stiff calves.
If there's one thing I'm good at, it's massaging calves.
You're welcome to.
That's really good. Long time ago since I've been pampered like this.
I think I'm having some trouble with my shoulder too.
I'll come by to see you later.
After the pampering it's time for action again.
The contestants are leaving for the coast.
She's an easy lover.
She'll get a hold on you, believe it.
Is that from one of you? - Yes, from me.
Wow, good choice for a 26-year-old. Tasteful.
She doesn't know Walk like an Egyptian. - But she knows this. Really.
(music: 'Easy lover' by Philip Bailey and Phil Collins)
Hello friends. - Hello.
We've been in the Algarve for a day and a half now
and we still haven't been to the beach.
Shall we change that today?
Yes. Please. - Yes.
The coastline here, dear friends, is fabulously beautiful.
The perfect picture.
The wet dream of every influencer on the planet.
You're going to take the perfect Instagram photo and earn money with it,
like real influencers,
at the beautiful Praia do Amado.
That's a bit of a distance from here, so make sure you arrive on time.
By bike.
Friends, your followers and I expect nothing less than total perfection.
Good luck and have fun. - Thanks.
Some seventeen kilometers of cycling from here
is one of the most beautiful beaches in the Algarve.
They have to take a photo there.
If that works out, they'll definitely earn 1000 euros.
An amount that they can still significantly increase along the way.
In exactly ninety minutes the photo will be taken,
plenty of time.
Come on, let's go.
As long as you don't stop too often on the way.
Oh my God, there's a spider on my leg.
Wait. - Where?
Turn around. - Just let it be.
I don't see anything.
Wow, it is really unusually beautiful. - Guys, look here.
Amazing. - Look where we're cycling.
I wanted to do a bike ride to my horse.
That is sixteen kilometers. - That's the longest you've cycled?
In high school maybe unconsciously a bit longer once.
Unconsciously. - Yes, certainly not voluntarily, shall I say.
I don't have a bike. - You don't have a bike?
I still have my communion bike.
Is it not going to work to cycle a bit faster?
Now we are going really slow and are cycling at our leisure.
I actually think this is fast.
Oh.
Something's already here, guys.
Two birds with one stone. Two contestants.
On the way to the beach they can collect items
that will make their photo a whole lot more Instagram-worthy.
Like this kite, if it's in the picture later on,
that earns 1000 euros extra.
It says: two contestants. - But we don't know what the assignment is.
Otherwise you two? - That's fine.
That's fine by me.
Let's go, Isabel. - Yes.
To earn the extra items,
they will take on some viral challenges just like real influencers.
Oh, a drum.
The Whitney Houston challenge, for example.
Hitting the drum at the right moment.
* And I... *
...dreamed of.
And I wish to you joy and happiness.
Isabel hears the music. Wout has to go on her signal.
I wish you lo-o-ove.
And...
(drum in song)
Yes, too late.
Come on.
How, too late? Has the moment already passed?
No, that hit came completely different than I thought it would come.
After every mistake they have to switch.
Sing along, because now I know roughly where the hit comes, I think.
And I wish you joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you
Lo-o-ove.
Ah, fuck.
What the fuck, how long does that take?
It's not here yet? - It's just now.
But how is that possible?
They can try as many times as they want,
but the clock is of course still ticking.
If they give up on the kite, they'll definitely miss out on that 1000 euros.
We can also stop if we want. But I want to achieve this.
We'll do this, man.
They can try as many times as they want. - Yes, tick-tock.
We still have to get there. - Yes, voilà.
I wish you lo-o-ove.
(Wout hits just too late)
Fuck, switch, switch.
It's of course not an easy challenge.
(Isabel hits too early)
What the fuck.
Timing causes quite a lot of difficulties.
(Wout hits too early)
And frustration.
(Isabel hits just too late)
Damn, almost. It was really something like that.
It just keeps going
and that doesn't sit well with the ones waiting.
Now it's really taking too long. That's ridiculous.
Lo-o-ove.
One, two, three, four.
Five. Four. - Four? On four.
After four. After four, beat. - Four, beat. Or four?
I wish you lo-o-ove.
One, two, three, four, beat.
Wow, okay.
Lo-o-ove.
One, two, three, four, boom.
One more second.
Actually on five. - Actually on five.
Lo-o-ove.
One, two, three, four.
(they cheer enthusiastically)
Good. - Yes.
Blood, sweat and tears, but they finally got their kite.
Come on, little singers. - We got it.
That's good. - Come on, jump on that bike.
They are four kilometers in,
but almost a third of the time has already passed.
It's certainly not going to be a Sunday bike ride.
That wind, I am completely out of breath.
That kite catches a lot of wind. I am going super slow because of that.
What do you call that kite?
A kite. Don't you know that? Isn't that a kite?
I'm learning.
Watch out, followers. - Watch out, followers?
On the route there are a few zones where our influencers
will be chased by a follower.
And he's hunting for selfies.
As soon as a follower catches up to the candidates,
they have to spend three minutes taking selfies with him,
and valuable time is lost.
Oh, fuck. There's one already.
There's really one. - That's thingy...
Luckily, they can stop the followers.
If they recognize the logo of this well-known app before they're overtaken,
the follower will leave.
Does anyone know that? - No.
Fuck, I really don't know it either.
ChatGPT.
ChatGPT is correct, and this follower can forget about his selfies.
The mid-way sprint really takes it out of the legs.
Ça va, Julie? - I'll answer in a second,
because I need to pay attention to how I'm breathing.
Unfortunately, right now, there's a climb through the dunes waiting.
We're going to have to ride up. - Oh my God.
Fuck, man. I can't get up this either.
Just take it easy now.
Come on, Julie, we'll just stay together. Then it'll work out.
We'll keep at the same pace. - Very good, just take it easy.
Low gear.
Can I get off? Then I'll be faster.
Go ahead.
I'm going.
Julie has to let go and continues on foot.
The others are waiting for her at the top.
Look, how beautiful. - Stunning.
Wow. - Stunning.
Where are we?
Luckily, they can enjoy a breathtaking view.
* Darling, hold my hand. *
Nothing beats a Portuguese holiday.
Okay, Julie.
Look, that's how it goes.
Wow. - That's cool.
Wow, genius. Brilliant.
Milk teeth. - For a swim ring.
Once again, they can earn an object worth 1,000 euros
if it's in the photo with them later.
You two, right? We just went.
This time by playing the tortilla challenge.
Slapping a tortilla in each other's faces
while keeping milk in your mouth.
Cross-border behavior that they can luckily avoid
by recognizing types of milk.
If they manage that with all seven, then the duck is earned.
Almond milk.
Rice.
Sorry, Maxim.
Sorry. No, wait. Keep it in.
If Maxim can keep the milk in his mouth,
then Julie can continue playing.
Unfortunately, that doesn't work, so they have to start over.
The cups are swapped, and now it's Maxim's turn to taste.
That's coconut, I think.
Ah, damn.
Ready?
Even now, they can keep trying as long as they want.
How long have we been going? - One more time? Once more, come on.
I'm starting to get hungry now. - Me too, really bad.
Fries with beef stew, applesauce, and mayonnaise.
And you, vol-au-vent with applesauce? - Vol-au-vent with applesauce.
And with fries too? - Yes.
Goat milk.
That must be soy milk, I think.
Shit.
That's coconut.
Oh no, that's oat.
Almond.
You can't taste. Come on, let's get out of here.
You're suggesting it. - No, that's a question.
Almond, question mark.
Aren't we going to... Come on, let's move on. - You're good at that, aren't you, tasting?
I'll try it one more time then. - One more time.
It's taking a very long time.
Yes, it's taking a long time. We're losing a lot of time now.
The milk teeth make one final attempt.
This time Julie has already made a lot of progress.
Goat milk.
She already has four out of the seven milk types.
Oat.
Sorry.
Good job, Maxim. Keep it in.
Keep it in.
We're almost there.
Sorry. - Ugh.
Sorry, Julie. - Okay, we're stopping. Seriously.
Come on, let's move on. - You're pushing me up the whole hill. Seriously.
They continue the journey without the 1,000 euro duck.
Check that out, all those cliffs.
What the hell.
Five kilometers to go with just under 25 minutes on the clock.
That should be enough, if you don't lose any more time.
Here, a sign.
Watch out, followers.
I don't see anyone yet. - Just keep cycling.
Be careful. - We're keeping an eye out.
Soon the follower is right on their heels.
But no one notices him.
Good job, Isabel. Good job.
He's already here. What is that? - What is that?
I don't know that. What is that? - Telenet.
Bumble.
Rumble, I don't even know what that is.
A dating app.
Oh my God.
It's the dating app Bumble, but they're too late.
There's nothing for it but to spend three minutes taking selfies
with their enthusiastic follower.
(music: 'Pretty little baby' by Connie Francis)
Wow. - Stunning.
Guys, another task.
Crowdsurfing. - Crowdsurfing.
Four. - Four candidates.
Okay, let's go.
One last object worth 1,000 euros for their photo later,
a surfboard.
Three, two, one.
Yes, good job, Julie.
To get that,
Julie has to successfully complete the crowdsurfing challenge.
That's going well. I'm surprised myself.
They have to cover fifteen meters.
The board can't touch the ground, and Julie can't fall off either.
Three, two, one.
Julie, Julie.
Stay standing. - This isn't good, guys.
Wow, my maternal instinct. Come on. Fast, fast.
Three, two, one. - Wait, I'm not there yet.
Keep rolling.
Oh, Julie. - One more time, come on.
No, no. Come on, let's go. - Yes, that's not working.
We'll do it again. - I'd do it again.
One more time then. - You do it.
It's about stability. We can roll.
Shit.
Okay. Wow, I think I'm doing that alone.
Shit. - I just lost my shoe.
Oh, wow.
Roll, roll. - Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
- Go, go. Come on, Julie.
Three, two, one.
No, one more. Isabel.
Very good.
Well done. - Come on, let's take that with us.
We need to hurry a bit. - Soon I'll be flying through the wind.
Yes, let's go. Driving.
If we're going too fast, just say so. - I can't look forward very well,
because my helmet is pressed against that board. I can only look down.
The surfboard is in and like that they are playing for a total of 3000 euros.
If they take their picture on time.
Three more kilometers, the final sprint.
Doing great, Julie. Doing great, Isabel.
Now pick up some speed, ladies. Come on. - We're almost there.
I think it's over there.
Come on, guys, come on.
(music: 'First class' by Henry Jackman)
With a little less than three minutes left they arrive at the beach
and they discover what their perfect photo should look like.
Damn.
Okay. - Okay, Wout in the water.
I get the heart.
First Isabel. We'll mark a cross there. - Tell me where to stand.
They are on time, so that 1000 euros is in the bag.
To earn the money for the objects,
the kite has to be in the air
and the surfboard has to be visible in the heart.
Go ahead. - You just leave already.
I would... A step back.
Like that, head down. You need to go back.
Does it fit well in that heart? - Your heart needs to go down.
Stop, stop.
Higher, higher. - Stop, stop. That's good.
Get in the water. - Get in the water, yeah.
Your hands down. - Stop, stop.
No, Wout is gone. - Hands up.
Down. - Wout.
Stop. More over there.
Up, your hands.
A bit more to the right, Maxim isn't in it.
Down with your hands. Okay, stop.
Stop. Down with your hands. Stop.
Okay. Stop, stop.
There.
Friends, I hadn't lied, it's beautiful here.
Yes. - Stunning.
Taking Instagram photos is hard work. You've proven that.
But the photo is there. So that's already 1000 euros.
And then the objects.
I see a kite, beautifully in frame. 1000 euros.
I also see a very nice heart.
But I don't see a surfer in that heart.
So you miss out on that 1000 euros.
That does mean 2000 euros added to the group pot.
Amazing.
Brilliant. - Enjoy your evening.
Thanks. - And your photo, of course.
Where is he? - You should have made your heart smaller.
I just did what Isabel said.
Well, shall we have a drink? - Let's go celebrate. Come on.
Voilà.
Thank you. Cheers, men. - Friends, to another wonderful day.
Great day. - Come on, cheers.
(music: 'Never felt better' by Sampha and Florence + the Machine)
2000 euros added and so the group pot rises to 16,620 euros.
(screams of fear)
Has anyone ever died doing this?
Oh my God.
(music: 'Sorron rensóde' by Cordas do Sol)
Yes, good. - Good, right.
Yes, good, Wout. - You have to keep your focus.
For more than two weeks the contestants have known
that being good at hula hooping will come in handy in the finale.
The much practicing is starting to pay off.
I think I can keep going for a long time like this.
How long have you been hooping?
No, focus. Yes.
Imagine we have to do that while walking.
Good, good. - Maybe you have to cover a distance.
Well done.
The contestants head to Albufeira,
a tourist city which is mainly known for its nightlife.
Albufessa. - Does that exist too?
Albufeira? - Albufessa, you said.
I said Albufessa because it's the nightlife area.
Ah, okay.
(music: 'Temptation' by Heaven 17)
Over there. See that over there? What is that?
That is also with height, Maxim. - Oh my God.
Oh my God. - Yes, yes, that's it. Here, here.
I don't know if I should cry or be happy.
That's really high.
Dear friends, fantastic news.
You get to call home. - Cool.
With a great view.
And it can earn a lot of money for the group pot too.
The longer you call home, the more money goes to the group pot.
That's wonderful, right? - Cool.
To all of this, there is only one small condition attached.
On the phone, you may only use words
of one syllable.
Wait, I'll demonstrate.
(screams of fear)
Oh, damn.
Maxim, what do you think, you first?
Prefer not to, but...
Oh, Maxim.
Maxim gets to start and leaves for the top.
Come on, Maxim. - Come on. Go, go.
He will soon make a free fall of fifty meters,
without elastic, with only a safety net.
Wow, I really must not look down.
And not look up either, actually. Oh my God.
It's higher than I thought.
Wow.
Oh my God.
Don't look down, Maxim. Just look up.
Come on, Maxim, push your limits.
Maxim is ready to call home, to his brother Gilles.
The longer it takes, the more money he earns.
10 euros per word, on condition that every word
consists of one syllable.
Hey Maxim.
I hear you.
The connection is made. His brother doesn't know anything.
Okay.
Are you allowed to say the word 'um'?
Maxim remains error-free for now.
The more one-syllable words, the more money for the group pot.
But with three mistakes he falls down.
(Maxim screams)
Oh my God. Wow.
Good, Maxim. - Man, man, man.
Very strong. - I am shaking completely.
Oh no, you are trembling really hard.
A good conversation? - No, it was really a short conversation.
I had too much stress. It really didn't work.
During his phone call Maxim spoke 24 correct words.
So 240 euros goes to the group pot.
The others can really drive that amount up.
Has anyone ever died doing this?
This is really high.
Oh my God.
Whoa.
Wout, Julie and Isabel also take their attempt.
10 euros per word of one syllable
in their conversation to the unsuspecting home front.
Bye honey.
Oh my God, what are you doing?
I see it.
Yes, I am super happy too.
Everything is completely okay here.
Bye little lady.
And how high is that?
Fifty.
Hi mom.
How are things there?
Yeah, I get it.
Really good.
Also good, I think.
Good. I just won a JBL speaker.
Me too.
Thank you. You too.
I love you too.
I miss you too.
I am counting down so hard.
In a couple of days.
Wout is at two mistakes. Next one and he's got it.
I love you too.
Wow, what's going to happen? That's hilarious.
Oh my God.
Fucking hell.
What kind of idiot am I anyway?
400 euros for Wout's phone call.
For Julie, the nerves are starting to get to her.
How much time until you fall?
(music: 'The feels' by Labrinth)
Wow, I'm so glad I never have to do this again in my life.
Julie called up no less than 810 euros.
Isabel is also on a roll.
Yes.
Always.
The second mistake. Now Isabel really needs to start paying attention.
We have a storm.
Yes.
Yes, it is very cold in the country where I live.
How is your illness, by the way?
Oh my God.
What the fuck.
That's hilarious.
Well done, Isabel.
I am still speaking in one word.
Your conversation with Anaïs yields...
1000 euros.
Good, Isabel. - Well done.
2510 euros in total.
The group pot rises to 19,130 euros.
That's good, right? - That's starting to look like something.
That is also the amount we are taking into the finale tomorrow.
Anyone who wants to be there must overcome one final obstacle:
the last elimination.
That is for later. I wish all four of you the very best of luck there.
Thank you. - See you later, friends.
Well done. - Yes.
This was good.
It is not the first time I'm going all-in.
For my current mole, I have already been all-in on others a few times.
Hopefully, I am actually right now.
It was really a short conversation. I was too stressed. It really didn't go well.
Maxim has been saying the whole series: I am afraid of heights.
So that could suit him well.
Knowing full well that there is still a height challenge to come.
I'm acting a bit nervous there and only bring in 300 euros.
That could also be very suspicious.
Wow, what is this?
Wout is hanging on that cable, but in the end he said forty words.
I think he listened a lot and didn't do his best
to utter words himself.
I think as the mole during the bike ride you want to waste as much time as possible.
Julie is super sporty
and it surprised me that she had such a hard time on the bike.
Can I get off? Then I'll be faster. Go ahead.
We've got him. - That's good.
Come on, jump on that bike.
Wout and I come out of that first challenge and get yelled at
that it took way too long.
With Maxim and Julie it took even longer.
And they even came back without money.
Ah no, it's oats.
In that tortilla challenge Maxim kept guessing wrong.
He kept wanting to keep trying again.
Come on, let's move on. - You're good at tasting, right?
The times I was tasting,
we were really almost there and he just spits it in my face.
I did get the impression it was on purpose.
Oh no.
When the eliminated contestant came, I was cycling in front together with Julie.
We didn't see the eliminated contestant coming, while Maxim and Isabel were cycling behind.
What is that?
They didn't even warn us and suddenly an eliminated contestant came by.
We didn't have time anymore to even look at the logo.
Okay, stop, stop. There.
With the photo on the beach, it went wrong everywhere, except for me.
I was the only one standing in the right place.
Julie's hand was all over the photo.
Wout wasn't in his place and Isabel had coordinated it completely wrong.
So I can hardly say that this one or that one did it wrong.
All three of them did it wrong.
Dear friends, let's not beat around the bush, this is not a fun moment.
The final farewell is always difficult.
Because you, and I mean that very sincerely,
form a lovely group.
Who the mole is,
we don't know for sure tonight yet.
But who plays the finale, we do.
Maxim.
(rhythmic ticking over tense music)
Isabel.
(rhythmic ticking over tense music)
Isabel, the game is over.
The others apparently played better. Brutal.
Really brutal, because I thought I had one question wrong.
But then I'm probably on completely the wrong mole.
Very strong candidate. - It was fun.
Very strategic too, I think. With the slogan: it's a game.
It's just a game. - That is what it is.
You played that splendidly, I think.
She wrote everything down, every detail.
She had almost all our music tracks, that was two hundred,
written down in her little notebook.
Until it became tiresome, she asked everyone: Is this your song? Is this yours?
Does this belong to one of you? - Yes, mine.
Wow, good choice for a 26-year-old.
Isabel was the first person I saw at the cross,
but she was also the first person I could hold in real life.
That first hug was so warm.
You could feel the sincerity and the enthusiasm was bursting from it.
A candidate without fears.
On the slackline, cruising through Lisbon.
Little. - Falling into a net. Few fears.
That's right.
Isabel is not so different from my mom.
She was so youthful. All the things she did, super much respect for.
What did you consider the highlight?
I think the cycling yesterday. - Okay.
Look how beautiful. Where are we?
We sang together and we laughed our heads off.
She also said: I think this is so cool.
Lo-o-ove.
I think she did that wrong on purpose
to be able to do it again, because she liked it so much.
But I still think it's a shame, Isabel. - Me too.
I am going to...
miss that wonderfully big mouth of yours.
They will take over. They will keep it going.
I think so too.
I'll give them my best regards and we'll see each other very soon.
Bye Isabel. - Thank you.
Bye Gilles. Bye bye.
Come.
I am so happy.
I will pick you both up.
One, two...
Who is the mole?
Maxim?
Julie?
Or Wout?
Yes.
Hey
mackerel.