Back at the Bohunk Hilton, Kasey's quietly having a meltdown. Frank goes in to talk to him, I'm sure at no prompting from the producers, and the topic comes around to Kasey's tattoo. "I'm not trying to stick around. I'm trying to be the man of her dreams." Yeah, maybe trying a leeetle too hard.
After the ads, Ali's out on a glacier, holding onto the reins of a small herd of ponies. And I mean, it's not just a small group; the ponies themselves are small. She looks less like a frozen cowgirl than a very short dog-walker. The guys show up, and Ty is pretty confident, what with all his equestrian experience that's apparently factory-installed when you live in the South.
The ride begins. "I'm all about going fast on anything," Ali says. That's (literally) what she said. Chris L. battles his pony like it's a wild mustang, and actually falls off. Ty helps him out, then they ditch the ponies and walk along until they just happen to come along a cave opening. Looks like its time to spelunk. "What's going to happen next, playing with snakes?" Chris L. asks us. Offscreen, the producers furiously take notes.
Back at the hotel, Justin talks about what he's going to do to send Kasey home, what with Kasey's little trick "up his sleeve." So he goes and gets his cast cut off. It's not as dramatic as it might seem, because he still has to wear a boot-brace. But on the way out, he sticks his crutches in an outdoor trash can. They don't fit, of course, because Icelandic trash cans are tiny as a result of Icelanders either recycling everything or putting it into their gas tanks or both. "One small step for Justin, one giant leap for Rated R," Justin smugterviews.