Blake is at the Roadblock, looking snazzy but rather concerned under his hard hat. Basically, he cannot hit the container with the crane at all, and quite honestly the jokes about that are so numerous and so distasteful that I prefer to pretend that we never discussed them. Is that all right? Thank you so much. Paige looks on with her best approximation of deeply felt concern.

Finally, Mary and Peach find the tea. That's the good news. The bad news is that the Fruit, as if they need more problems, is the first person to actually choke on the part of the task where they have to drink the icky tea. "Why should I make myself sick and drink that?" she complains, in a moment I think is really one of her worst. "Because I walked this far," Mary says. "Well, so did I," Peach counters. "And I want to get the next clue," Mary continues. She has a seat while Peach considers her plan of attack for the tea. Oh, come on, Fruit! Down the hatch! "It tastes like castor oil, and it makes me want to vomit instantly," she continues. What the Fruit is doing here is overthinking, I do believe. Drink it, and don't think about it -- I think that's the key to this particular Detour. She drinks it eventually, but then she goes around a corner and throws up. And this is where you see it: Killer Fatigue. "I just want to go. I can't do it anymore," Peach says finally. Yep. Killer Fatigue for sure. It ate Paul and Amie, it ate Momily, it ate the Frats...I think it even ate the Guidos. And I'm not talking about physical exhaustion (or not just about physical exhaustion) -- I'm talking about the mental fatigue that leads to a lack of concentration and the making of mistakes. Very understandable indeed, but it basically means you're done.

Commercials. Don't you like singing that Barenaked Ladies song in the car? Yeah, me too. Do you know what car that commercial is for? Yeah, me neither. Back to the drawing board, Bad-ison Avenue.

Things aren't going well for the Teeth at the Roadblock. Blake's crane is not cooperating. Finally, though, he clomps the jaws down on the container, and it lifts up off the truck. They read the pit stop clue, and they're off.

Back at the tea shop, Peach is apologizing for her behavior. "I'm sorry," she says. "We've had a slightly rough day," Mary dryly exposits to the shop lady, who finally coughs up the clue. As she and Mary sit and talk, Peach says that she's just run out of steam, and she's done her best, but she's plum worn out. When Peach says that her legs don't just "keep going," Mary gently points out that they don't have to walk anymore, they can just take a taxi and stop and have something to eat, and then they can make a decision when they're feeling a little more rested. I suspect that Mary knows they're eliminated, she just would rather not actually quit in the middle of the leg. She wants to finish the leg, no matter how slowly.