The women continue to have no luck with the third fire. Heidi complains that she's trying to block the wind, but of course she's doing so by just standing there. Besides, considering that she's got less surface area than a Slinky, she's not exactly doing much good. The guys, on the other hand, are blocking the fire by sitting so close to it that Matthew is literally yelping in pain. Man, I'm surprised the doctor didn't pull them back from this, because they look like they're getting hurt. They get their payoff, though, when their third banner falls. They seem to transport their fire almost intact to the fourth rope, so you can quickly see where this is going. "Cheer it on, fellas!" Dave yells, and they all clap and yell. It's rare that you can actually see a team experiencing a turning point, but this is definitely one of those rare times. The rope catches fire and breaks, and indeed, the guys are going home with the fridge. In retrospect, it's hard to tell whether the women just screwed up in their efforts to move the fire from point B to point C, or whether their failure to block the wind doomed them, but either way, they certainly gave that one away. As the women dejectedly walk away from camp, the guys crack open cans of Coke. I certainly think the Cokes would taste good after all that fire. If nothing else, they can use it to douse their flaming legs. (Now would you not book Jungle Scrunchie and the Flaming Legs to play at your wedding or bar mitzvah? Of course you would.)