When we come back, Tyler says quietly that they've been here for about an hour and fifteen minutes, and it's about 90 degrees -- so it's not Africa hot -- and BJ is really struggling. To his credit, Tyler is awesome in the camera-talk, saying that while the other teams are gone, there's nothing they can do, and BJ has obviously done his best. And I think Tyler means it, which most tooth-grinding partners in this situation emphatically do not. Finally, BJ comes up with the bag. Tyler hollers approval. "We are not far behind," he promises. Tyler insists on a hug, which I'm betting is not what BJ is in the mood for. They open the clue and leave for the pit stop. BJ looks like hell. Hell -- Now With Extra Dust.

MoJo on the road to Jabreen Castle. Wary of the approaching Fran and Barry, Eric and Jeremy have decided to take a shortcut in hopes of improving their standing, because they're dying to be first and show off how awesome they are and win another free trip in the Travelocity Gnome-mobile. Ray and Yolanda are on the road, but they are -- you guessed it -- fighting over the map and the directions.

In the BJ and Tyler car, Tyler has taken the job of telling the camera guy that they've done their best and will be fine. "The Philiminator will not eliminate us," he says, stating the obvious. Seriously, this is the problem with the structure of the show at this point -- everybody knew this was non-elimination. After briefly experimenting, they almost always do the eliminations at very similar times, so it's hard to care.

In Nizwa, MoJo and Fran and Barry are both closing in on the pit stop, with Fran vowing to go "as fast as [her] legs will take [her]." (Fran's legs: "Eh.") Tension builds, and it builds, and then you see MoJo have to pull over and ask directions. They get the help they need, but when they're back in the car, they know that they've probably given up first place.

Mat. Phil. Fran and Barry. When he sees them, Phil gives the most delightful "You have got to be shitting me" look of all time. He was not ready for them to win a leg. It's a novelty to him, like an egg with two yolks or a potato chip shaped like Nebraska (which I totally saw this weekend). Welcome, Fran and Barry -- you are team number one. And you win a trip to Rome, which is almost as old as you are. Just kidding! How does it feel to be number one? "It feels so good!" Fran says.