KamiKarli is carrying the beef for her team, and she turns and says to the camera, "Nothing like a big chunk of ass in your face." Which is fine, but...I think she really has ribs in her face, doesn't she? Jim and Marsha, meanwhile, are having their meat schlepped by the injured Jim, which seems wrong. Especially when he tells her he can't go much farther. He voices over that indeed, he was very tired and his leg had just about had it. I'd think they could at least carry it cooperatively, Marsha.

In one of those unintentionally funny moments you couldn't make up if you tried, Mirna is telling Charla, "We can do it all on our own! We don't need anybody!" as the guy behind them walks along, carrying their packs. In a further misfortune, they have freely and independently walked four streets too far, and one of the locals tells them that they've overshot the butcher. (But they did not overshoot the deputy.) Interestingly, as they get going back toward the butcher, they do let their guy help with the meat a little, and I'm kind of surprised they didn't get dinged for that. They get their meat dropped off, and almost run into Jim and Marsha and Kami/Karli on the way into the shop. These three teams all rip the clue.

Alison and Donny bicker in their cab about who has the clue, and the pack, and blah blah blah somebody's controlling and something something, and whatever. I hate her, and when she gets into this mode, I'm just going to ignore it, if it's all the same to you. Linda and Karen and Bob and Joyce are also heading for the hotel.