Back on the beach, Ray and Yolanda were hauling some branches now, and elsewhere on the island, Jeremy and Eric were boarding the 9:15 AM ferry back to Fremantle. They were the only team on board, and just like old times, these idiot savants had a commanding lead once again. The Hippies, meanwhile, just barely missed the boat; so they took another ferry to a place called Hilarys, and from there, they were going to cab it over to the prison. As for the old folks? They decided to wait for the Fremantle boat, and in the meantime, they made use of the nearby visitors center and had a guy call them a cab that would be waiting for them once the ferry arrived. Very smart, Frankenberry!

Well, at 10 AM, the next ferry arrived, and by then, all the remaining teams had finished their Detours. Everyone got on the boat and began their journey to Fremantle. Meanwhile, Jeremy and Eric arrived at the abandoned prison where they encountered the next Roadblock. "Who's ready for a great escape?" the clue asked. Sounds intriguing. And it was. In one of the more elaborate Roadblocks of the season, one member from each team had to search for one of several cells within "Division 4" for some Duracell Batteries (Product placement! Yay!) and a flashlight. Then that person would have to go underground and search through tunnels to find the next clue. Oh yeah, there were two types of tunnels: wet and dry.

Anyway, Jeremy volunteered to do the challenge, and it only took him about three seconds before he was totally confused. He couldn't find Division 4 for the life of him. Here's a hint: trying going inside the prison. That's usually where CELLS ARE.

"Are there like big number numbers that I'm missing?" Jeremy then asked. YES. INSIDE. Finally, Jeremy managed to infiltrate the prison (ie. he walked in a door), and after more hopeless wandering, he finally found Division 4 and his Duracell batteries. Next step: find those tunnels. Easier said than done. Jeremy ran around and around the prison, searching nearly every door in the process. At one point, he even looked inside a hut, but oops, "That's an outhouse," he said. Chances are I wouldn't have searched for underground tunnels in a tiny little shack, but then again, you never do know.

Meanwhile, the 10 AM ferry arrived, and while Monica and Joseph had a cab waiting for them (they too had called ahead), Fran and Barry's hack was nowhere to be found. And even worse, there weren't any spare taxis hanging around. Yes, they were screwed. "Have you ever seen a town without taxis?" Fran asked. Actually, uh, yes. Not such a crazy phenomenon.

Back at the Roadblock, Jeremy still couldn't find the tunnels. If only there were some fresh promise of manmeat in those catacombs. Then he'd be able to sniff out the tunnels in no time. After what seemed like ages, Jeremy finally figured out where the hell he was supposed to go, squandering his team's lead in the process. Mojo soon showed up, followed by the Hippies who managed to lose a good deal of time on their side jaunt to Hilarys. In the jail, Tyler was totally confused, and he kept on asking Joseph for help, but the Mojo man gave him the cold shoulder, acting as if he didn't know where the hell anything was -- even as he quickly scooped up the batteries and flashlight. You'd think that Tyler would get the hint, but no. He kept asking. "Is this all Division 4?" he asked at one point while standing under a Division 4 sign. God, when did he turn into Fran and Barry?

Where ever could that Division 4 be?

Speaking of which, the oldsters finally caught a bus to the prison, which meant that they arrived at the Roadblock last. The two opened up the clue and read, "Who's ready for a great escape?" Barry turned to his wife and said, "You are. You're good at it." Huh? Is Fran some sort of expert at prison breaks? Or is she merely an amateur Houdini fanatic?

Anyway, down under the prison, Jeremy was rowing through the wet tunnels but to no avail. He couldn't find a clue for the life of him, and so he tried his hand at the dry tunnels, and wouldn't you know it? He found one right off the bat. He then climbed out of the tunnels, and as he passed Joseph in the hallway, he told him to use the canoe. Oh, so very tricky. I hope Joseph spends three hours rowing under the prison.

With the clue in hand, Jeremy and Eric learned that they'd be heading to the Pit Stop next. We then cut to the Fremantle Sailing Club where Phil perilously balanced atop some rocks near the ocean. Again, the threat of a PhilSplash™ was heavy in the air.

Well, the Pit Stop was a mile and a half away, and when Jeremy and Eric tried to steal Mojo's cab, the driver said they didn't even need a car. They could just run there. And being the silly guys that they are, Jeric said okay and began to hoof it over to Phil. Unfortunately, running a mile and a half with heavy bags and no sense of where to go isn't the most efficient way to get to the Pit Stop. Even though they were in no danger of elimination, the last thing I wanted was for Mojo to earn any sort of prize.

Posted by B-side on April 27, 2006 3:32 PM