[Tree Mail]:
If Immunity is what you seek,
Be sure your tribe is strong, not weak.
Prepare to drag a heavy mass,
The other tribe you’ll have to pass.
[Sampo campsite]
LOBO: What mean?
GEORGIA: We’re going to have to drag something around. Probably a race of some sort.
KITTEN: Yeah, baby! This kitten is ready for action! Grrrrrr!
NEIL: Hmmm. “Heavy mass”. I wonder what that could be?
[Konga campsite]
ANNE: Rocks? Water? Penguins?
GLEN: See, I think the important clue is that we need to be strong.
TORGO: Well, YOU’RE… certainly… STRONG… and GIGANTIC…
GLEN: Yeah, but I’m also hungry. We should eat something, to make sure we’re ALL strong.
VIVIAN: Well, there’s a can of cherries here. Maybe if we each eat just one…
[The can is opened, and passed around. Each Survivor takes one cherry.]
MICKEY: Wait! Glen took two cherries! I saw it! Two cherries.
MELISSA: … Is that true, Glen?
GLEN: No. It was one cherry, split into two pieces. It might have looked like two cherries, but it was just one.
ROGER: A cherry split in half? Yew ‘spect us to b’lieve that?
EULABELLE: Oh my, I think that boy done took two cherries, but I don’t know for sure.
GLEN: One cherry.
[The other members of the tribe are about to interrogate Glen further, but it is time for the Immunity Challenge.]
JEFF PROBST: Survivors, welcome to your first Immunity Challenge. At stake is this, the Immunity Idol. [Holds up the Idol. The Survivors regard it with anticipation.] Now, the Inuit people indigenous to this region have survived for thousands of years with very simple technology. Wheels don’t work well in the snow, so they move things around using the travois. Each team has a travois, and together you must carry one member of your tribe on the travois, along the course marked out in front of you. The team that reaches the end of the course first, with all their members touching the travois, wins Immunity.
LOBO: Sound simple enough.
JEFF PROBST: Now here’s the twist: Each team will chose which member of the opposing team is to be carried on the travois. Konga, who do you choose from Sampo?
[The members of Konga huddle briefly, and arrive at a decision.]
MELISSA: … The bald guy. [She points to Lobo.]
JEFF PROBST: Very good. Sampo?
SAMPO TRIBE [as one]: THE GIANT MUTANT FREAK!
JEFF PROBST: I guess that would be Glen.
ANNE: Oh, come on! That hardly seems fair! We can’t possibly move him!
JEFF PROBST: Survivors ready? GO!
[Glen somehow manages to get onto the travois, and the rest of the Konga tribe labors mightily to move him. Torgo falls down several times. The Sampo tribe wins easily, once they explain to Lobo that he must sit on the travois while the rest of the team pulls it.]
JEFF PROBST: Congratulations, Sampo! You have won Immunity. As for Konga, I’ll see you tonight at Tribal Council.
[Konga Campsite]
MICKEY: Well, that was great. Just great. Thanks a lot, Glen!
MELISSA: … It’s not his fault. Look, why don’t we go try to catch some fish. I know a stream…
ANNE: I’m not feeling well. I think I should stay here.
ROGER: Yew stay here too, Glen. Yew’d prolly scare all the fishies away, anyhow. [The rest of the Tribe walks off, leaving Glen and Anne at the campsite.]
ANNE: God, if only I could get something on my stomach. Glen, why don’t you tear open a can of beans or something?
GLEN: Oh no, not me. After all the crap I took this morning for eating two cherries? Which I didn’t, by the way. You open the can.
[Change of scene mainly for dramatic effect]
TORGO: Melissa… I THOUGHT… you… KNEW… where the… FISH… lived.
[The fishing party returns to Konga campsite.]
ROGER: Hey! Ah smells beans! Who done opened up a can o’ beans?
GLEN: I did, for Anne. She was about to faint, or something.
ROGER: Well, yew stole mah food, you know that? What was you thinkin’ of, you giant freak?
VIVIAN: It really should have been a group decision.
GLEN: I made a judgement call. Anne was really sick.
ROGER: Well, Ah’ll tell you what! Yew made the wrong call, boy!
GLEN: Yes, I see that now. I’m really, really, really sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.
TORGO: IF… you were… IN… the military… the REST… of YOUR platoon… WOULD probably… KILL… you… for… STEALING… food.
GLEN: Well, I was in the military, sonny. Air Force. Which branch of the service were you in?
ROGER: Well, all ah want to know now is, how many of mah beans did yew eat?
EULABELLE: Hey, we got to be steppin’ over to the Tribal Council, now.
[Tribal Council]
JEFF PROBST: Welcome to your first Tribal Council. Everyone take a torch, and light it. As you know, fire represents life in the Yukon, and these torches symbolically represent your lives here. Before we vote, comments from anyone? Does anyone feel vulnerable?
[Everyone looks at Glen.]
GLEN: I made a mistake, and opened a can of food without checking with the rest of the Tribe. I was trying to help Anne, who was sick. And yes, I ate some of the beans, fearing they would go bad.
JEFF PROBST: Interesting. Anne?
ANNE: It was totally his decision.
GLEN: Anne! That is not true! Oh, what sin could a man could a man possibly commit in a single lifetime to deserve this?
ROGER: Ah’ll tell you what sin! Yew ate our beans! And some of them beans was MINE!
JEFF PROBST: So you think Glen was wrong, Roger?
ROGER: Well, it was a mistake. Ah can forgive, but Ah doesn’t fergit.
JEFF PROBST: OK. Let’s vote.
[The Survivors cast their votes, placing them into a bowl. Dramatic music is played. Torgo casts the last vote, and eventually returns the bowl to Jeff, while an odd four-note riff replaces the dramatic music.]
JEFF PROBST: Before I tally the vote, I need to remind you that once the votes have been counted, the decision of the Tribe is final. The person voted out will have to leave the Tribal Council area immediately. I’ll tally the votes. [Jeff fishes around in the bowl for a while, and holds up the votes one by one.]
First vote: Anne.
Second vote: Anne.
Third vote: Glen.
Fourth vote: Anne.
The fifth vote: GM. Glen Manning. Three votes Anne, two votes Glen.
The sixth vote: Anne.
[After a long, dramatic pause, Jeff reads the seventh vote.]
The first person voted out of the Yukon: Anne. Anne, come up here, I’ll need you to bring your torch.
[Anne walks up to Jeff, hands him her torch, and for the first time in three days, a weary smile of relief crosses her face.]
JEFF PROBST: The Tribe has spoken. [Extinguishes Anne’s torch, and she departs.] And so ends your first Tribal Council. Get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.
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