Drew and Emily find the swords. "Oh, my gosh!" she yells. She also figures out that perhaps they can use "those pole things" to grab the swords. "Drew!" Kevin yells. "Drew!" "Yeah, we got 'em, Kev, we got 'em!" Drew and Emily carefully pull two swords through the bars.

Frank and Margarita run up to the entrance. Well, Margarita runs. Frank asks her, "Is there a reason why you're running?" She inexplicably decides to say, "Because I feel like it," rather than the more obvious, "Because it's a race, you dope." Honestly, what happened to Mr. Move-It? When did he become Mr. Casual-Stroll, anyway? Frank takes the torch.

Paul and Amie show up, and I realize that, in some incredibly strange way, I have developed a weird affection for them. I'm stuck with this grudging admiration for the fact that they screw up over and over again -- they NEVER seem to do the right thing at the right time, and they get screwed with the constant cab problems -- and yet here they still are. It's like they endure forever, no matter how much bad stuff happens to them. And that is why, with great appreciation for yolliebear, the poster who said this long before I would ever have thought of it, I christen Paul and Amie "Team Cockroach." And I mean that with great affection. My giving them this fabulous name means, of course, that they will be eliminated next week.

It appears that, rather than untying the swords like everyone else did, Drew and Emily burn through the ropes with their torches. Hey, there's more than one way to skin a cat. Then we get the best teamwork shot yet, with Drew and Emily running side by side, him with both torches, her with both swords. "Take the elevator to the Coliseum floor!" Kevin calls out with a grin. I love Drew, but I think I double-love Kevin. Drew and Emily are reunited with their partners, who rejoice and congratulate them. They turn in their swords. "Welcome to El-Jem," they are told. Kev and Drew are named team number two, and Nancy and Emily team number three. Kevin rubs Drew's head. "We don't care [who's second and who's third]," Emily grins as she and Drew clasp hands and then hug. The two teams have a big group hug, and right now, I'm just loving these four folks to death.

Here comes the train. Lenny and Karyn and Rob and Brennan all scamper from it and head for the Coliseum.

"Pit of Death, here I come," says Loud Pushy Frank. Don't tempt me.

Paul and Amie open the clue. "I'll do it," she immediately says. A visibly relieved Paul, who is apparently as afraid of the dark as he is of heights, says in his obligatory way, "Are you sure?" and she says she is. "I gotta pee," she says, "but I'll do it." Paul points out that if she's in the dark, she can pee. In the Coliseum? Geez, Paul, you've already littered in France; does Amie have to urinate on a landmark in Tunisia? I shudder to think what you're going to do next week. I mean, I know he's kidding, but…eww. Team Cockroach almost has some sort of torch-lighting mishap, and then Amie takes off clockwise. "Olympic torch, kiddos!" she yells. How did Amie start growing on me? What is happening to me? Maybe it's me that's been eating the funny mushrooms. Anyway, Paul voices over (correctly) that he did the Eiffel Tower AND the steaming raw sewage, so Amie's going to do the dark stanky caverns. She and Frank are both wandering, as the suspenseful music stalks them. Frank finds the swords and climbs over the gate. He does not, however, fall into the Pit of Death, although he suffers the slightly less serious fate of getting his shirt caught on the spikes. "How're we doing, Ame?" Paul asks. "Not good, babe," she calls back with surprisingly little of the whiny-ass quality she's shown so many times before. Pushing his luck, Paul asks her whether she might be going the wrong way, and she says, "Shut up, please, you're not helping me." Ah, there's our Amie.