Back from the ads, Brendon is moaning about how hard they work and mess up in the stupidest things. Rachel's over this and says, "We get it. We messed up, okay?" Brendon, who has had a point up until right now, dicks, "Stop. I don't want Crazy Rachel, okay?" Rachel sputters that she' not being crazy, which for once she's not. But I kind of appreciate her implicit admission that she often is.
Other Rachel and Dave's helicopter delivers then to another wooded, park-like area elsewhere on the shore and they run to some clues tucked into the handles of a rescue sled that's leaning up against a tree. "Become North Shore lifeguards?" Dave reads. By the way, the weather on the North Shore is a bit less pleasant today; it's overcast and it'll be pissing down rain on and off for the rest of the leg. Phil walks along the beach as he explains that they'll "get to experience the adrenalin rush of rescuing a distressed swimmer." But how long will they need to wait for a swimmer to get distressed? Over shots of production assistants acting the challenge out, Phil elaborates, "As one team member drives a Wave Runner through the turbulent surf, the other will be towed on a sled. Once they scoop up their victim, they must negotiate their way back through the treacherous waters. When they're all safely back on shore, they'll be rewarded with the next clue." We come back to Other Rachel and Dave debating which of them will do what and she convinces him that he needs to do the rescuing because hauling a person out of the drink will take a lot of strength. He's reluctant to go along with this, of course, because it means letting her drive. But they get dressed in yellow tunics and helmets and go out to the beach, where Other Rachel gets behind the handlebars. Dave backseat-drives her all the way over to a guy out in the water, who's treading water and periodically going under without a visible flotation device of any kind. Get that dude a bonus. Other Rachel pulls up next to him and then he pretty much rescues himself, grabbing onto the sled and pulling himself up. All Dave has to do is hang on, then climb on top of the dude so Other Rachel can drive them back. "You'd probably prefer her on top of you, but sorry, bro," Dave tells the swimmer. I think anyone would, including people who like boys.
Art and JJ are enjoying the helicopter ride or at least Art is. "Whatever it is, let's just jog it in and see what we got, all right?" JJ grumps. I would tell him that his persistently crabby acrophobia is bringing me down, but he'd just say, "Good. That's where humans belong."