Mark will be doing this one, what with Bopper's knee acting up, so he gets into his suit. "Gettin' ready to get et [sic] up," Mark says. Other Rachel and Dave arrive, and Other Rachel gives it to Dave. "Come on, David, let us have a first, man," Mark mumbles to Dave, either audibly or not, but ineffectual either way, for sure. On the sidelines, Bopper tells Other Rachel about his knee injury, and Mark tells Dave as well. Bopper explains that he had knee surgery five or six months ago and it's been fine, "but this is gruelin'." I'm sure Other Rachel and Dave will be happy to throw the leg to them in sympathy. Once Mark is suited up, a very serious guide in a pith helmet tells him to be absolutely calm. "These are African bees. They will sting you." What good is the suit then? "The calmer you are, the faster this will happen for you," the guide adds, and sends Mark off with another suited beekeeper as a guide while Bopper tells him to take his time. Soon Mark is at a hive, opening it up and blasting the bees inside with smoke from the handheld smoker they provided him. He does the same to all sides of the first hunk of honeycomb he pulls out. Dave is soon out there as well. "Don't get stung," Other Rachel says. Dave is also busy with his smoker. "That's not bad," he says. "Don't mind the pain whatsoever." I'm not sure he's actually been stung yet.
Approaching the farm, JJ is still obsessing, "I just have to believe Dave would follow his word and U-Turn them." He would be so disappointed otherwise. "We'll find out when we get to the end, brother," says Art, who cares a great deal less about this than JJ does. And then he cackles about Team Big Brother having to do the water task if they're behind them. Because that's what really matters, after all.
At the well, Rachel asks Brendon how heavy the containers will be when they're full, which they will soon be. He guesses fifteen pounds, which sounds a little light, but he's the genius. Soon they're trundling their dripping, heavily laden cart down the dirt lane. Brendon pushes while Rachel says, "This is really fricking hard." Yeah, her job is to hold the containers on top in place. At least in theory, because the one she's holding falls into the dirt sideways. She looks at her hand for a few seconds instead of righting it, so Brendon yells at her to pick it up. She yells back that she is picking it up (well, now she is) and not to yell at her. Brendon insists she can't spill the water. "I'm not trying to spill the water!" she screeches, and then dumps the dropped container back on the cart so hard that it tips over, dumping all but the half-dozen containers it's designed to hold and sending even those six aslosh as the cart rolls backward, nearly flattening Brendon. Rachel screams about how she's bleeding. "Don't tell me what to do!" She's really quite the problem-solver.