The Stuntmen are feeling good about themselves in the cab to the temple. "I don't see anybody else doing this leg," Mark says. "Everybody's going to think that it's really hot and really hard and I think we tore it up." Plus you were the only ones with inflated tires. The temple comes into view, and as the taxi drives them onto the grounds and drops them off so they can run in to the mat, Mark says, "It worked. Whatever we did, it worked." That remains to be seen. They reach an open-air space where Phil is standing next to a gorgeous young Thai woman in a gold-laden local costume, who tells them, "Welcome to Phuket, Thailand." As if he hasn't been obnoxious enough this leg, Mark leers at her. Phil says their names, pops an eyebrow at them, and lets the moment stretch out while Michael holds up one hopeful finger, signaling that they're waiting to be told they're team number one. But that's not quite what Phil tells them. "You're the first team to arrive," he says instead. Completely missing his phrasing, the brothers have a long, loud celebration for themselves there on the mat, hugging and hooting and, in Mark's case, babbling. Phil lets them go on like that until they've burned themselves out, at which point he says, "However." "Uh-oh," Michael says. Phil tells them they've incurred not one but two thirty-minute penalties. "First, for intentionally tampering with the pumps and putting them away." At this, Michael kind of taps Mark on the chest with the back of his hand. Yes, it was Mark's idea, but I didn't see Michael trying to talk him out of it. Phil continues, "And secondly for breaking the rules and hiring help by having the taxi driver lead you guys along the route." Phil sends them over to sit at the base of a nearby tree to wait out their penalty, and the sixty-minute clock appears on the screen. Looks good on them.
After the ad break, the clock is only down to 49:48, but they're still waiting. Mark explains in an interview why they got their penalties, leaving out the part where they got one for being dicks and one for just being morons.
Victor's still pulling Tammy along at a walk, which would probably be easier for him if he had air in his tires. She offers to spell him for awhile, but he declines, because that would put him in charge of navigation and the next thing you know they'd be in Indonesia. Or, as he puts it, "I didn't want to take control in a chaotic situation. My natural tendency is to take everything away from her and want to do it." So he's like an alcoholic, but with control. He apologizes for not being able to run, but she says it's fine. Cara is now pulling Jaime, getting directions from locals they pass. Good method; as long as they don't slow down too much, Jaime won't have time to piss people off. As Luke pulls Margie, she tries to get him to stop for directions as well, but since he's got his back to her and can't hear her, it takes a minute. Well, at least her arms are getting a rest from signing.