JEFF PROBST: Previously on Survivor 3.01: The Yukon: The last domino from the Sampo Tribe, namely Georgia, was voted out at Tribal Council. But not before sowing the seeds of dissension among the remaining four players.
GEORGIA (in flashback): Have you forgotten Mickey’s betrayal of Melissa?
ROGER (in flashback): Ah don’t think he done me right.
JEFF PROBST: Now, with only three days remaining, loyalty has never been more critical, or more in question.
[Mickey and Roger are out gathering firewood.]
MICKEY: I had an interesting conversation with Georgia, yesterday. Before Tribal Council. She says that you told her not to trust me; that I was untrustworthy. Not to be trusted.
ROGER: What’s your point?
MICKEY: Is it true? Did you say that to her?
ROGER: Absolutely not! An’ if Ah did, Ah don’t remember it.
MICKEY: See, that’s what’s disturbing about this. Unsettling. Because you’ve made a big deal about how good your memory is. I believe you said, “I forgive, but I don’t forget”. Several times. At least twice.
ROGER: Ah don’t sound like that! Yew’re not doin’ me right.
MICKEY: And another thing. Did you tell Ruby to vote for me? At Tribal Council?
ROGER: Try this: “Ah forgives, but Ah doesn’t forget”. Like that.
MICKEY: I’m waiting for your answer about Ruby. I’ll wait here, Roger, until you answer my question. Did you tell Ruby to vote for me? I’m waiting.
ROGER: Ah may have. In the spirit of the Game. But ‘tweren’t no big deal, that time. Later on, all it woulda took was a word from me, and yew’d be out.
MICKEY: Look, Roger, I’m not here because anybody carried me. I’m here because I made it this far on my own. Without any help from you, or Torgo, or Marian, or anyone. No one. Just me. That’s why I’m here.
ROGER: Well, Ah’m here because… umm… why am Ah here again?
MICKEY: I don’t know. Comic relief?
[Tree Mail]
You’ve grown quite close, without a doubt.
Now all but four been booted out.
Immunity to win or lose.
Did you listen, or did you snooze?
[Tribal Council]
JEFF PROBST: Tonight’s Immunity Challenge will take place here at Tribal Council, and we’ll have the vote immediately afterward. Let’s bring in the Jury. [Mr. B Natural, Melissa, Neil, Ruby, and Georgia file in.] Now, in the 37 days you’ve been out here, you’ve all had plenty of time on your hands. Time to have gotten to know each other very well. Or, at least a lot of time spent pretending to be interested in the details of your fellow Survivors’ personal lives.
So we’re going to have a little quiz to see if you were really paying attention. Mark your answers on your pads, and don’t reveal them until I tell you to.
OK, the first question: Who listed one of her hobbies as luring men to her home, with walnuts? Write down your answer. OK, turn your pads around. You all wrote Melissa. You’re all correct.
Second question: What rank did Neil hold in the Army? Reveal.
EULABELLE: Captain.
TORGO: FIRST… Lieutenant.
MICKEY: Colonel.
ROGER: Major Private.
JEFF PROBST: You’re all wrong. And that’s not even an actual rank, Roger.
ROGER: Ah know. But Ah thinks it’s kinda funny.
JEFF PROBST: No, the correct answer is Sergeant. I can’t believe none of you got this one. Don’t you remember how everyone called him “Sarge”?
OK, the third question: Which two Survivors got the Chef’s Surprise in the blubber-eating Challenge? Reveal. Roger is correct: it was Georgia and Melissa. Roger now has two points; everyone else still has one.
Fourth question: What was the name of Ruby’s low-life scumbag cheap hood boyfriend? Answers? You are all correct: Tony. Roger continues to lead by one point.
Fifth question: Where is Mr. B Natural from? Reveal. Once again you’re all correct: the answer is ‘Parts Unknown’.
The sixth question: How tall was Glen when he got here? Write down your answers. Eulabelle?
EULABELLE: As tall as a sixty-foot zombie, mon.
JEFF PROBST: We’ll accept that. Torgo?
TORGO: TOO… tall. The… MASTER… would… NOT… approve.
JEFF PROBST: Not specific enough; we can’t accept that. Roger?
ROGER: Sixty feet.
JEFF PROBST: Correct. Mickey?
MICKEY: Sixty feet. Twenty yards. 720 inches. One eighty-eighth of a mile.
JEFF PROBST: Correct, though no extra points for showing off. OK, Roger has 5, Torgo has 3, and the rest of you have 4 points.
Question Number Seven: This is worth up to two points. What is the name of the scientist that Lobo works for, and what is his specialty? Reveal. The correct answers are Dr. Vornoff, and Mad Science. You each get one point for ‘Mad Scientist’, and only Eulabelle and Mickey got the name right.
All right. Torgo has 5 points, the rest of you have six. This is the final question:
Who are Bud and Ken? Reveal. Only Eulabelle is correct; they are Anne’s children.
MICKEY: Who’s Anne? I don’t remember her. I remember Marian, but not anyone named Anne.
TORGO: She was the … FIRST… one out.
ROGER: Shoot. Ah forgot all about her, Ah tell yew what.
JEFF PROBST: Eulabelle, you have won Immunity. [Jeff gives her the Immunity Necklace]. OK, we’ll proceed immediately with the vote.
[The four remaining Survivors cast their votes. Torgo votes last, and returns the bowl of votes to Jeff.]
JEFF PROBST: I’ve got to ask. Torgo, this is the tenth Tribal Council you’ve been part of, and the tenth time you’ve voted last. Why is that?
TORGO: It’s… WORKED… so far…, HASN’T… it?
JEFF PROBST: I guess it has. Now, I need to remind you once again, that as surely as Torgo will be the last to vote, once the votes are tallied, the decision of the Tribe is final. The person receiving the most votes will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately. I’ll read the votes.
First vote: Roger.
Second vote: Mickey. That’s one for each.
Third vote: Roger.
The fourth vote: The thirteenth Survivor voted out of the Yukon: Roger. Come up here, Worm-Face, and bring your torch. The Tribe has spoken. [Extinguishes torch, and Roger exits.]
All right. Two more days left, and one final Immunity Challenge before the last two Survivors go before the Jury. You three can head back to camp. Get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow.
[Confessional]
ROGER: Well, Ah done give it mah best shot, Ah tell yew what. To me, this whole experience was just like tryin’ to catch a polecat in a henhouse while the barn’s on fire. Which is to say, it’s nowheres as easy as throwin’ a sheet o’ plywood at a feller from NEW York lyin’ in a ditch with a busted ankle. It’s like the feller said: Yew cain’t swamp mudfish with a passel o’ kudzu greens. It’s been a honor, though; an Ah means that.
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