That Really Grinds My Gears

That Really Grinds My Gears is the second episode of Survivor: Seychelles - Battle Of The Sexes.

Previously On Survivor...

 * Sixteen ordinary people arrived in the Seychelles islands to play the latest season of Survivor and experience the reality show adventure of a lifetime...with a twist!

Jeff: Welcome to Survivor: Seychelles – Battle Of The Sexes!


 * Split into two tribes of men and women each, the castaways were pitted against each other to compete for...another twist!

Jeff: Hidden somewhere in that forest…is a Medallion. What the Medallion does…remains a secret, but if used wisely, it could give your tribe a big advantage in this game and in future challenges. The person who returns wearing the Medallion claims it for their tribe.


 * Dillan found the Medallion first...

"seuntjie"

- Being the one to grab the Medallion before anyone else and to have won this for my tribe…it’s a great way to start off my game. I couldn’t have asked for a better way for me to kick off this season of Survivor.


 * ...but the men chose to give the Medallion up to the girls, and trade for a reward.

"seuntjie"

- I think those girls are going to need the power a lot more than us guys do because I doubt they’re going to do very well in these challenges. I don’t want to come off as a jerk but that’s just the way it is.

"meisie"

- If the boys want to give up power to us, so be it. [laughing] I think they honestly made a mistake. I would’ve taken the Medallion over the supplies anyday.


 * On the girls' tribe, multiple alliances were very quickly made...with varying strategies and results...

"meisie"

- I wanted to, you know, lock it down with…was Sasha. She’s a black gal, I’m a black gal, and you know, we look out for one another. [laughing]

Lydia: You and I – we’re the only two black girls out here. I got you!

Sasha: Hey, you know, you watch my back and I’ll have yours!

"meisie"

- It’s important to have that one person who you can really connect and relate to.

Bridgette: Like, honestly, it’s only been a day and I already feel like I’ve known you my whole life, you know what I mean?

Mary-Anne: Oh, yeah, me too! It’s crazy!

Bridgette: It’s like, you’re exactly the kind of girl I’d be friends with back home.

"meisie"

- Having Greta and Mallorie in our alliance is great. Me and Mary-Anne are tight, and Greta does strike me as a very loyal person. And Mallorie, she is very strategic but she also knows how to be cool when she has to be. I like this group of four the most on this tribe and I think it’s the ideal group to have for me.

Bridgette: Us four could be strong moving forward.

Mary-Anne: I’d be down for that, I mean…it’s not a majority but we could be a lowkey foursome.

Mallorie: I’m a hundred percent for it, if y’all are.

Greta: I would absolutely be an advocate for that. I just don’t want to be the first one out. I will do my best to prove to you girls that I can be a valuable member of this tribe, I promise you. I am a very loyal person, both in life and in this game. If you girls have my back, I’ll have yours all the way. I can swear that…I’ll never write any of y’all’s names down.

Mallorie: Can I just say I love this deal right now? That I love this four?

Bridgette: This is perfect, I mean, this is a perfect group to move forward with. If we stick together, we can run this game.

"meisie"

- My strategy in this game, is to just have as many alliances as I possibly can. Better yet, to have a separate alliance with every single girl on my tribe. If everyone thinks I’m with them, no one is going to come after me.

Felicity is shaking Lydia's hand, then Greta's, then Mary-Anne's...

"meisie"

- Felicity is coming off as very…aggressive. I want to align myself with people I can trust. I don’t trust her one bit, and frankly speaking, I don’t much like her either. The way she comes onto you, it’s like she thinks she’s being manipulative when she’s really being domineering. It’s not going to work on me. I doubt I’m the first person she’s approached today with the whole ‘I want to align with you’ scheme. I have my eyes on her. I know a fellow gamer when I see one, especially one that plays the game way too hard right out of the gate.


 * Whereas on the men's tribe, only one large alliance was being formed and taking control...

Abraham: The way I see it, this game is played almost from the moment people set foot on the beach. So here’s where I’m coming from. You and me? – As far as I’m concerned, we’re good.

Brandy: Yeah, you’re good in my book too.

Abraham: You’re a hard worker and I’m a hard worker.

"seuntjie"

- Right off the bat, I wanted to form a strong alliance on Day 1, one that I plan to keep with me all the way to the end. And the first person I wanted with me, was Brandy. If I want to win this game, I’ll need my own little group of people who will follow my lead and do as I say.

Abraham: I was thinking…we rope in Dillan.

Brandy: Yeah, Dillan’s good, I like the kid.

Abraham: We can get Sven…and maybe Logan on our side; that’s five, that’s majority.

"seuntjie"

- We’ve formed our little alliance. That leaves…Graham…Westin…and Kim on the outs. But Kim can be our sixth, unofficially. Graham, on the other hand, sadly just doesn’t fit in. I don’t see a place for him on our tribe or in my alliance. So he can be the first to go if it comes down to it. You know, it’s in the name of the game. If you can’t fit in, you’ve gotta go, no matter how badly you wanted to be out here. Life’s unfair like that.


 * Graham quickly found himself on the outs…

"seuntjie"

- I am a huge superfan of this game, and I’ve listened to podcasts, written blogs and kept up to date with everything in the community, but nothing could’ve prepared me for actually coming out here and living the dream, which is fast becoming a nightmare. The thing is…I don’t like any of these people. I feel like a complete fish out of water. I feel so out of my element here, it’s not even funny. I…did not want to be on a tribe full of men. [laughing] I just…don’t. I’ve always gotten along more with girls. I feel like…I’m always being judged with guys, especially guys like Brandy, and Abraham.


 * …and he soon found himself feuding with Brandy.

Brandy: I’m just keeping it real with you, homie. I do not respect the fact that you’ve been sitting around, looking sorry for yourself, these past two days. I’m just trying to give you a little friendly wake up call here.

Graham: Uh…

Brandy: If you’re not going to help out, then you might as well just join the girls, because we don’t need or want slackers here.

"seuntjie"

- Brandy just comes up to me and he’s all like [imitating Brandy’s gruff voice] ‘you suck, you’re not pitching in enough, you should go join the girls’ camp’, like, okay. That’s not a very good way to make friends, you know? But I know guys like Brandy, I know his type. He’s the kind of guy that’s all about masculinity, about strength and testosterone and chivalry and chauvinism and being a big, strong, tough alpha male. I am everything that he’s not, and I can’t see us ever getting along. And with me being on a tribe with him, that clash in personalities could spell my doom.


 * And when Westin ratted Graham out to the guys…

Westin: Graham was like…spouting bad stuff about you two.

Abraham: Whoa.

Brandy: What’s he saying?


 * Things only got worse for the superfan.

Brandy: If you wanted mollycoddling, then you shouldn’t have come out here, because no one’s going to stop and make sure your feelings aren’t hurt. I’m just spilling the truth tea here. Don’t be butthurt just because I’m telling you the truth, that nobody respects the fact that you’ve done jack[censored] for this camp, letting everyone else do your jobs for you.

Graham: Is this really necessary to blow up at me like this?

Brandy: Oh, I’m not blowing anything up, you blew it up when you started talking [censored] about me and Abraham behind our backs.


 * At the next immunity challenge, the Medallion was revealed to be a Cursed Medallion…

Jeff: That Medallion you have right there in your possession is a Cursed Medallion. For the rest of this game, whoever and whichever tribe is holding the Cursed Medallion will suffer a disadvantage in their next challenge, be it reward or immunity. They can only choose to pass the Medallion on to the next tribe at the next challenge.

Bridgette: I mean, it sucks, you know, like…we were all psyched, thinking this was going to give us an advantage in today’s challenge, not set us back even more. We’re going up against a pretty strong tribe too, so…it’s just bad news.


 * Graham was spared when the men won immunity…

Jeff: Seuntjie wins immunity!


 * For the girls, it meant bad news.

Jeff: Meisie, unfortunately for the eight of you, one of you will become the first person voted out of your tribe and out of Survivor: Seychelles, and that is a distinction that nobody wants.


 * Back at camp, Felicity’s aggressive gameplay alienated her from the rest of the tribe, as she formed an alliance with the intent of blindsiding Bridgette.

Felicity: As far as I’m concerned, this here…this could be Final Five.

The group consists of Lilly, Lydia, Greta, Sasha and her.

Felicity: Have you girls seen how close…Bridgette and Mary-Anne are? The two have been inseperable the last two nights. They’ve done everything together. They go do chores together, they go swimming together, and it’s clear they’re a duo. I think that…if we form an alliance of five…and we split those two up, we can run the rest of the pre-merge.

"meisie"

- My strategy when we got back was…to rally up the troops. That’s five and that’s all we need for this vote. Bridgette, your fate is sealed.


 * But everything soon began to crumble. Sasha didn’t trust Felicity…

Sasha: I don’t trust her one bit. Do you really think you’re the only one she’s approached for an alliance?

Lydia falls silent.

Sasha: I’ve seen her in action. I’ve seen her running around this camp, talking to everybody. She’s probably approached almost everyone on this beach for an alliance. She has no loyalty to anyone, all she does is make false deals.

"meisie"

- Lydia wants to align with Felicity, but I don’t, and that’s where the two of us have reached a stalemate. I want to work with Lydia in this game but not Felicity. I have to look out for my sister of another mister here, so I’m going to see if I can make Lydia see the light.


 * And Lilly went rogue, believing getting rid of Greta was the best option for the tribe due to her advanced age…

Lilly: Greta is the weakest player!

"meisie"

- I don’t want to work with Greta and I don’t want Greta in my alliance! She’s an old has been who’s of no use in this game, and so, I think she needs to go for our tribe to win challenges. Bridgette’s a competitor! She can help us win immunity! Greta cannot! I’m taking the reins of this game into my own hands because I want my target to go home, not Felicity’s.


 * The vote came down to either Felicity or Lilly, and with Lydia and Greta’s help, Felicity got enough votes to ensure she stayed, and that Lilly’s plan blew up in her face.

Jeff: Lilly, your tribe has spoken. [snuffs torch]


 * 15 are left. Who will be voted out…tonight?

Night 3
A bunch of grey clouds are just passing over the moon, lighting the path as the Meisie tribe returns to their camp, one member short. The girls begin putting their belongings back into their shelter, alive with chatter. Mary-Anne: Well that was interesting. Bridgette: First tribal council done, guys… Mallorie: Let’s never go back again. Felicity is a little more subdued, sitting down by herself on one side of the shelter. Lydia comes over and nods reassuringly in her direction. Lydia: You’re good, see? You’re fine. Felicity: I won’t be for long at this rate. Lydia: [sighing] I know, just…hang in there. You got through this, right? "meisie"

- My first tribal council, and I almost went home. I came *this* close [holding finger and thumb up, an inch apart from each other] to leaving this game, but I’m still here, and I thank the stars for the fact that my game’s not done yet. I got a second chance and I can’t waste this.

Felicity: Girls, I’m just thankful to still be here.

Mallorie: I suppose Lilly was just more of a loose cannon.

Felicity: I get that, but I feel like, with all your comments, you girls were telling me that, ‘I’m the outcast, I’m on the bottom.’

Mallorie: Well, you kind of are.

Felicity: Excuse me?

Mallorie: The only reason you’re still here is because you’ve got Lydia with you, and Greta’s too good of a person to send you home, in spite of you playing both sides. Felicity: I’m sorry, did I offend you in some way? Mallorie: You just came into this game, playing way too hard and way too fierce right out of the gate. No one can stand you right now. I’m all for aggressive strategic gameplay but you’ve isolated and alienated a whole bunch of people- Felicity: Okay, well then, who have I alienated? Tell me, Mallorie, who have I alienated? Who have I turned off? If I’m such an awful player, tell me what it is I did wrong. Teach me how to play this game, if you’re so good at it. "meisie"

- So we get back to camp from our first tribal, and Felicity survived and Lilly went home. And rather than be grateful she’s still here, she just starts going off on Mallorie and before you know it, they both erupt…into a fight! It was just really painful to watch.

Mary-Anne is standing next to Bridgette, looking awkward as Mallorie and Felicity start quarreling with one another. Mallorie: You ran around this camp telling everybody that Bridgette and Mary-Anne needed to go! Felicity: I did not. Mallorie: Yes you did! Felicity: You don’t have a damn clue what you’re saying. Mallorie: And you’re a filthy liar. You’re lying to me and to everyone here on this beach right now, right in front of everyone! Greta looks uncomfortable, wrapping her arms around herself, as Mary-Anne takes a seat next to her and touches her thigh comfortingly. Lydia is standing in the background, looking more than anything like she would rather be anywhere else other than here in this moment. Mallorie: Keep on lying, Felicia, you’re just ruining your game for yourself. So good job- Felicity: How am I ruining my own game here? Mallorie: You’ve made that clear to everyone. Felicity: According to you, my game is dust anyway. Mallorie: I’m done, Felicity. In one ear and out the other. Felicity: Fine, whatever.. The two storm off. Sasha snickers a little, looking as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself throughout the two ladies’ tirades. Greta is almost crying again, and Bridgette and Mary-Anne are quick to run to console her. Mary-Anne: Greta, stop… Bridgette: It’s okay, Greta. Greta: I’m sorry, I just…don’t like seeing people fight like that. Sasha: That was a fight? [snort] Trust me, I’ve seen way worse. That was peanuts. Bridgette silences her with a glare. Mary-Anne: You’re still here, right? Greta: [sob] Yes. Mary-Anne: That’s good! See? We all had your back. Greta: [laughing through her tears] I promise to cook for you all tomorrow as thanks. Bridgette: Aw, that’d be great. In the meantime, Mallorie is kicking back in the shelter, still fuming, as she leans back, her eyes shining in the gloom. "meisie"

- So Felicity may have been given another chance with us keeping her over Lilly, but mark my words, she’s still very much on the bottom of this tribe and if I have anything to say about it, she’ll be leaving at our very next tribal council. You can count on that.

Day 4
Jeff: Come on in guys! The Seuntjie tribe enters first, Brandy holding the blue flag up high as it flaps in the breeze. They take their place on their mat, waiting for the girls to arrive. Jeff: Seuntjie, getting your first look at the new Meisie tribe. The guys are craning their necks to look over at the girls, checking to see which one of them is gone. Jeff: Lilly, voted out at the last tribal council. Westin smirks. Abraham looks pretty surprised. Sven nods and whistles. Mallorie puts the flag down and everyone turns back to look at Jeff. Jeff: Alright. You guys ready to get to today’s reward challenge? The castaways cheer and clap. Jeff: Now, before we begin, Mary-Anne… Mary-Anne: Yes? [laughing] Jeff: You have the Medallion for Meisie. Right now, if you and your tribe wish to do so, you can give up the Medallion to the guys, and they will have to face a disadvantage in this Reward Challenge. However, this means that they will be able to hand it back to you at your next Immunity Challenge. Mallorie turns to Bridgette and shakes her head. Westin is turning his whole body to stare at them, looking excited. Jeff: So, these are your choices: give the boys the Medallion and have a greater chance of winning reward, but a lower chance of winning immunity IF they pass the Medallion back at your next Immunity Challenge OR you can keep the Medallion for now, making it harder to win this Reward, and pass it back to them at the next Immunity Challenge. I’ll give you a minute to weigh out your options and come to a consensus. The girls huddle together. Mallorie: I think we should keep it. Lydia: You think so? Mallorie: I know so. Mary-Anne: Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. Immunity is infinitely more important than reward- Felicity: And if we don’t win this reward? It’ll all have been for nothing. Sasha: Look who’s a bright little ray of sunshine. Mallorie: Don’t be so negative. We can win this. Bridgette: We just have to go in with a positive attitude, girls. The boys watch with interest as the girls talk it out in hushed voices. Sven: [whispering] I hope they keep it. Westin: They’re totally not going to keep it. Sven: Yeah, they’d be stupid to. Jeff: Well? What’s the decision? Mary-Anne: As a tribe, we have decided…to keep the Medallion. Jeff: Alright. That means that Meisie, you will face a disadvantage in this Reward Challenge. Let me explain how it works. For today’s challenge, you will be split up into three pairs of two, and one castaway will serve as the ‘caller.’. The three pairs will be blindfolded. On my go, the caller will direct the blindfolded pairs one at a time out into a field to retrieve five different items. Each time you retrieve an item, the pair has to bring it back and hoist it up to the caller on a platform. Once all five items have been collected, the caller will send the last pair out to retrieve the tribe flag. First tribe to get their flag up to the caller wins reward. Meisie, because you have the Medallion, there will be duplicates of some of the items, but only the items with the correctly colored buff on it will count towards your tribe’s score, which means more work for the caller to point out which item is the right item to bring back. Wanna know what you’re playing for?

The tribes whoop and cheer.

Jeff: [unveiling reward] Comfort items - pillows, blankets and a tarp to keep your shelter dry. This will drastically improve your life back at camp. Worth playing for? Before we begin, Seuntjie, you have one extra member, who are you going to be sitting out?

Brandy: Graham.

Graham shrugs.

Jeff: Graham, sitting out for Seuntjie. Everybody else, let’s get started.

Soon, the tribes are ready.

Jeff: Alright, it will be Sasha as the caller for the women, and Sven as the caller for the men. The women have paired up; it is Bridgette and Mary-Anne, Mallorie and Greta, Lydia and Felicity. The pairs for the men are Abraham and Westin, Brandy and Kim, Dillan and Logan. Graham is sitting out for Seuntjie.

Graham is sitting on the bench, swinging his legs back and forth, looking unsurprised.

Jeff: Survivors ready? Go!

Sasha and Sven begin barking out instructions - her voice crisp and sharp, his husky and gruff, as the paired up castaways race out to grab their first item.

Jeff: It is Bridgette and Mary-Anne heading out first...Abraham and Westin neck and neck with them…

The field is littered with multiple obstacles - barrels, crates, poles and more, as the two pairs try to maneuver around the course.

Bridgette and Mary-Anne are in close vicinity to their first item, and Bridgette is blindly waving her arms high above her head, as if trying to snatch their item from the air.

Abraham and Westin are near their first item, and Abraham is almost dragging the spindly Westin behind him, thrusting his burly arms left and right, trying to snag the item they need.

Both pairs get to their first item around the same time and begin heading back, stumbling blindly as they do.

Sasha: Come to my voice! Come to me!

Sven: Abraham, left! Westin, to the left!

The girls break out into a run, Bridgette wincing as her ankle nicks the side of a large barrel. Abraham is charging back, with Westin clinging on and trying to keep up.

The girls get back a mere two seconds before the guys, and both pairs begin hurriedly hoisting their items up. Sasha and Sven both grab it and the next pair heads out.

Jeff: It is still a close race...Lydia and Felicity heading out, Brandy and Kim right behind them!

Brandy is racing ahead like a machine, Kim trotting along behind him. Felicity is barreling forward, pulling Lydia by the arm.

Jeff: Both pairs hustling to get to their items! We’ve got a challenge going!

Sven: Brandy, Kim, you’re there, it’s on your right!

Brandy begins bending down and scampering around the area, colliding head on with a large crate with a loud groan.

By the bench, Graham snickers a little guiltily.

Kim: I got it, I got it, I got it-

Brandy: Where are you?

Kim: Here, come on.

Jeff: Brandy and Kim have their second item and are heading back! Lydia and Felicity still searching!

Lydia: I can’t find it, I can’t-

Felicity: Sasha, I can’t hear you!

Sasha: To your RIGHT!

Lydia: What?

Felicity: To the right, to the right, to the right-

Jeff: The girls scrambling to catch up after letting the guys get ahead! Brandy and Kim, rushing back!

Brandy and Kim arrive back at the platform and rush to hoist their item back up to Sven.

Jeff: Seuntjie with their second item, Meisie still looking for their second! Dillan and Logan, heading out!

Felicity: I got it, I got it!

Sasha: Come back to me!

Jeff: Felicity and Lydia racing back! Dillan and Logan, looking for their third item!

Felicity and Lydia return, hoisting their second item back, as Mallorie and Greta head out for their third.

Logan: Oof!

Jeff: Logan takes a barrel to the gut.

Logan clutches his stomach as he stumbles along behind Dillan.

Mallorie is holding Greta’s hand, trying to go as fast as she can while keeping the older woman by her side, as Sasha yells down at them, showering spit everywhere.

Sasha: TO YOUR RIGHT!

Dillan snags the third item and the two of them start making their way back.

Jeff: Dillan and Logan heading back!

Greta: Is this it?

Greta is holding up a decoy item.

Sasha: No, that’s not it!

Greta: Is this it?

Sasha: NO, that’s NOT it!

Greta: Sasha, I can’t hear you-

Sasha: That’s NOT IT! PUT IT DOWN, GRETA, OR SO HELP ME-

Jeff: Sasha, screaming her head off.

Dillan and Logan return, and hoist their third item up.

Sven: You’re good, let’s go!

Jeff: Abraham and Westin heading out again.

Greta puts down the decoy and Mallorie picks up the correct item. The two of them begin heading back.

Jeff: Mallorie finally has the right item.

Abraham is busy scouring the area for the fourth item for the guys.

The girls return, and hoist their item up, and now Bridgette and Mary-Anne are heading back out.

Jeff: Bridgette and Mary-Anne looking for their fourth item! Abraham and Westin close to getting their fourth item...and they do!

Abraham carries it in his arms as he and Westin rush back. He dumps it on the platform and scurries over to hoist it up to Sven.

Jeff: The boys have their fourth item! Brandy and Kim heading out for No. 5!

Brandy runs headlong into a pole, letting loose a string of curse words as he staggers back.

Kim: Are you okay? [sniggering] C’mon, bro, I got you.

Mary-Anne and Bridgette find their fourth item together and both begin carting it back.

Jeff: Mary-Anne and Bridgette, heading back with their fourth item; Brandy and Kim heading out for their fifth!

Kim is helping a flustered Brandy along. Mary-Anne and Bridgette return, and now Felicity and Lydia are heading back out again.

Sven: On the floor!

Jeff: Kim has the fifth item for the men!

Sasha: Lydia, three o’ clock! By your feet!

Jeff: The girls have their fifth item, they have made progress and are catching up! Barely a few feet behind the men!

The men hoist up their fifth and final item, and now their final pair - Dillan and Logan - are speed-walking out to get their tribe flag.

Sven: It’s straight ahead, just keep going!

Sasha: Hurry! You’re almost back!

Felicity: I am [censored] hurrying!

The girls return, and Mallorie and Greta are now heading out to get the flag.

Dillan: Do you have it?

Logan: No, I don’t know.

Dillan and Logan are both blindly waving their arms about, flailing around trying to find their flag before the girls.

Jeff: Mallorie and Greta, heading out to get their flag, seconds behind Dillan and Logan! This could come down to the wire!

Dillan: Oh c- I got it, I think.

Sven: That’s it, Dillan, you got it! Get back here!

Jeff: Dillan has the flag! Dillan and Logan returning to their platform! The girls need to pick it up!

Mary-Anne: [still blindfolded] You got this, girls! Woo!

Bridgette: [still blindfolded] Work those cheerleading skills.

Sasha: Shush, they can’t hear me! Mallorie, it’s on your left!

Jeff: Dillan and Logan almost halfway back!

Sasha: TO! YOUR! LEFT!

Greta is encouraging Mallorie, as she reaches out to snag the flag.

Jeff: Greta and Mallorie running back!

Dillan and Logan have returned, and Logan is now slowly putting the flag on the platform.

Sven: You got it, now hurry up!

Jeff: The girls need to pick up the pace! You gotta move!

Mallorie swears as she nearly trips over a barrel, still clutching the flag in her hand as it nearly bats poor Greta over the head.

Sasha: MOVE!

Logan is only now grabbing the ropes and he and Dillan begin to haul their flag up.

Jeff: Dillan and Logan hoisting their flag up…

Sven reaches down and plucks the flag up, whooping and waving it over his head victoriously.

Jeff: Seuntjie wins reward!

Brandy: [whipping buff off head] Yeah, baby! Woo!

A similarly ecstatic Abraham bumps him in the chest, as Brandy fist pumps the air. Sven is waving the flag over his head like a patriot, as the rest of the guys take off their blindfolds, celebrating and congratulating each other.

Graham is clapping quietly by himself.

Graham: [softly] Good job, guys.

To their right, the girls are depressedly taking off their own blindfolds. Sasha is scowling, glaring up at the sky as if it had caused their loss.

Bridgette: It’s alright, we did what we could.

Mary-Anne: Yeah, we tried our best.

Felicity spits at her feet, glowering.

Felicity: I hope that Medallion was worth it.

Mary-Anne: It will be. It’s okay.

Greta sighs theatrically.

Jeff: Seuntjie, come grab your reward.

A bunch of the guys head out to grab their basketfuls of comfort items. Graham watches them go, looking forlorn.

Brandy: Good job, everyone.

He notices Graham.

Brandy: Thanks for the help, Graham.

Graham shoots him a look.

Jeff: Meisie, unfortunately for you, I got nothing for you. Grab your stuff and head back to camp.

The girls bend down to pick up their bags and leave in slow motion. The camera focuses on a clearly frustrated Felicity.

"meisie"

- I wanted that reward, I wanted it so bad. And the girls did not want to give up the Medallion. I just hope it was worth it and that we win immunity, because if we don’t, it would all have been for nothing, and I’ll be the one going home.

The men return to their camp, where Abraham, Brandy and Kim are laying out all their comfort items and decking out their shelter.

Brandy: Well earned reward today, gentlemen. Very well earned!

He casts Graham a contemptuous smirk.

Brandy: Well, most of us, anyway.

"seuntjie"

- As soon as we got back to camp, Brandy went out of his way to put me down for not helping in the challenge even though he was the one who sat me out of it. I suppose he thinks it’s funny. Well, it’s juvenile and immature and I’m seriously beginning to tire of his antics. He’s just...he’s nothing but a bully, plain and simple.

Brandy is kicking back, lazing around in a mound of pillows, putting his arms behind his head.

Brandy: Now THIS is nice and comfy.

Abraham: Scoot over, you sod. [laughing] I want a spot.

Sven: So do I!

Kim: I’m sure you can make room for another!

On the other beach, the girls are back at camp, as the sky begins to turn dark. Mallorie is helping Bridgette use a machete.

Bridgette: So I just...what?

Mallorie: Hold it like this.

Bridgette: And I just chop?

Mallorie: Yep.

Bridgette: Survivor!

She swings the machete down and chops open a coconut.

In the shelter, Sasha is putting on one of Lydia’s magenta hoodies - which the latter has graciously borrowed her, and notices a locket near Greta’s belongings.

Sasha: Hey Greta. What’s this?

Greta: [looking over] Oh, that’s my locket.

Greta opens the locket to show Sasha and Lydia a small round family portrait.

Greta: That’s my daughter Eleanor...my sons David and Daniel...and my husband Ronnie…

Lydia: Oh, that’s adorable.

Greta: Yeah...I always wear this around my neck so as to keep them with me wherever I go...it’s my way of keeping my family near and dear, especially out here. It reminds me of home.

Greta’s eyes begin to well up and she sniffs defiantly, clinging onto her locket tightly.

Sasha: Hey, listen…I know how it feels. Trust me, I’m hurting too.

Greta: You miss your family?

Sasha: This is...the longest I’ve been away from my two boys.

Lydia gasps, cooing.

Greta: You have two sons? Oh, that’s precious.

Sasha: Yeah, I was a teenage mom. I had twins.

Greta: What are their names?

Sasha: Johnny and Joseph. They’re all I have left in this world. It pained me to have to leave them back home with a friend, but...this money would help us three a lot.

Greta smiles sadly, as Lydia pats Sasha on the back.

Greta: Well, I’m sure they think the world of their mother. They must be very proud you’ve come all the way out here to compete.

Lydia: Definitely.

Sasha: Yeah...I hope they are.

"meisie"

- It was nice talking about my kids with Greta, and Lydia...it’s a way for me and Greta to connect, I guess, we’ve both been mothers and we both know how it’s like. The heart-to-heart moment doesn’t make me weak, it gives me the strength I need to tackle this game - thinking of them, thinking of my two boys, each night before I go to bed. They are my driving force in this game and they keep me grounded. They’ve helped me get through these tough first few days and I plan on counting on them to get me through a lot more.

Day 5
The sun is rising and another day is beginning. Lydia is just waking up, blinking her sleep away, as Bridgette happily snores away next to her.

Felicity is already up, looking as if she has not slept a wink, her hair in a rat’s nest.

"meisie"

- My position in this game is still...not good. So I need to start scrambling and see if I can salvage this. I survived last tribal because Greta was willing to turn on Lilly but not Bridgette, and Lydia was loyal and did what I told her to do. That was all me. But it was also a lot of luck, and my luck may be close to running out if I don’t find a way to change the game.

Felicity beckons Lydia, who groans as she walks over. In bed, Bridgette is still snoring away, but Mallorie opens one eye, tiredly watching the pair of them.

Felicity is leading Lydia away, talking in hushed voices.

Mallorie frowns. Sasha too is sitting up, watching them leave.

Felicity: Listen, Lydia, just be real with me, am I screwed at our next tribal?

Lydia bites her lip.

Lydia: I mean, you know where I stand. If I can help it, I don’t want you to go…

Felicity: Then help me!

Lydia: I’m still just one vote! Sasha was already being magnanimous by agreeing to vote Lilly off. She wanted you gone. So does Bridgette and Mary-Anne and Mallorie-

Felicity: Ugh, don’t mention Mallorie. What a horrible social player. Listen, if I have you and I have Greta, we’d just need Sasha. I know you and Sasha are tight, you two have been like sisters out here. If you can get her to swing with us, we have a majority.

Lydia looks nervous.

Mallorie is watching the pair in the distance with beady eyes and a calculating gaze, sweeping her long blue hair back over her shoulders.

Mallorie: I don’t trust this.

Sasha: Lydia’s fine. Felicity will go home next, I promise you.

Back across the beach…

Lydia: Even if I work on Sasha, are you sure you have Greta?

Felicity: I’m confident. Me and Greta bonded early on. She wanted allies and I was there for her. And she’d have to be blind to think that the likes of Mallorie and Bridgette will want to keep her around.

Lydia: We can try but the chances are...well, it looks bleak.

"meisie"

- I mean, I should not even be here, I survived that first vote by the skin of my teeth, and right now, I am SO on the outs of this tribe. Even Lydia can’t help me because the majority is against me. My back is up against the wall and I need a miracle to stay here more than a week. So I have to fight! Everyone loves an underdog!

Felicity: Let me try talking to Sasha later. I think that Mallorie thinks she’s running this camp, and she’s got her lieutenants in Bridgette and Mary-Anne. Those two are a pair, and Mallorie’s both their bosses. We cut Mallorie out of the picture and we free up a lot of options.

Lydia: What about...you think there’s a, like...an idol at camp?

Felicity: A very good point, yes, there very likely is an idol at camp. I should go looking for it.

Lydia: My advice would be to lay low and not ruffle any more feathers-

Felicity: I’m already on the bottom, and feathers have been ruffled. This is supposed to be a cutthroat game and I know Mallorie isn’t throwing me a bone so I’m going to get her out before she gets me out. THAT’S the game.

Felicity dusts herself off as she treks into the woods.

It is the fifth day on the all-boys Seuntjie tribe, and the guys are chilling inside the shelter. Kim is inspecting his grubby nails, shaking his legs, bored. Westin is drawing his knees up to his chest, watching the waves crashing down on the sandy beach, looking out at the choppy sea. Brandy yawns, sitting up. Brandy: You wanna go get water? Go stretch out the leg muscles? Sven: Yeah, come on, let’s go. He gets to his feet and follows as Abraham and Brandy lead the way. Graham is lying with Dillan, Kim, Westin and Logan in the shelter, watching them go, squinting suspiciously. "seuntjie"

- I’ve watched Survivor long enough to be able to pick out who’s in which groups and who people are aligned with and I can tell that Abraham, Brandy and Sven are a tight trio. They do everything together. And I want to expose them. I know I’m pretty much on the bottom of this tribe anyway, but I’m not just going to lay down and die, let these people walk all over me, and give up on the game that I’ve dreamt of playing for a good portion of my teenage years. If I want to make it far, I’ll need new allies, and I need to start finding these allies and maybe even get an actual solid alliance going because right now, I’m floating around without a life vest on and I need to survive this disaster of a tribe if I’m ever going to get to a swap or the merge.

Graham signals the others.

Graham: Haven’t you guys, like...noticed it’s always the three of them doing stuff together?

Westin cocks an eyebrow. Dillan looks up where the other three have gone.

Kim: What do you mean?

Graham: They are...clearly a tight trio. They are definitely aligned.

Westin: Here comes the drama llama. So what? Graham: Like, what do you guys think about…getting rid of Brandy first?

Kim looks shocked. Dillan: That’s…[nervous laughter] quite a bold proposition.

Graham smiles shakily.

Graham: Well, hey [laughing] I know they probably want me gone, especially Brandy, and Abraham and him are chums so...I’m just saying, there’s three of them and five of us. We can make something happen anytime we want to.

Westin: Bold moves. I like it. "seuntjie"

- I feel bad for Graham, because I can tell he’s not a bad guy. I do feel like Abraham and Brandy and Sven have been giving him too much flak for not being like them, but Graham isn’t doing himself any favors. Me and Logan are supposed to be aligned with those three and I don’t want to dump the numbers just yet.

Westin is smiling widely at Graham, shaking his head to himself. "seuntjie"

- Graham, you really don’t learn your lesson. You should not be saying this kind of conspiratorial stuff in my presence, man. I’m just going to rat you out and I’ll cackle as I do it. The idea of stabbing Abraham and his goons in the backs sounds delicious, but...I like the idea of having a trio of meat shields to take bullets for me. And the idea of screwing Graham’s master plan over appeals to me just as much as a good blindside.

The camera cuts to a sweet transitional shot of clouds passing by in the sky, sped up, as we return to the Meisie camp.

Felicity is out of the woods, her idol hunt unsuccessful, and is going on a walk with Sasha and Greta.

Felicity: Okay, so, I wanted to approach the two of you-

Sasha: Okay?

Felicity: You all saw how Mallorie went nuts a couple nights ago.

The camera cuts to Mallorie, who is talking and laughing with Mary-Anne and Bridgette by the fire pit.

Felicity: I had no beef with her at first but she - she came after me hard. I’m just like, what’d I do to her? I think it says a lot about her character and her personality in this game.

Greta looks uncertain.

Felicity: And haven’t you noticed that she, Bridgette and Mary-Anne have been incredibly close? Ever since those first few days, those three girls have been inseparable. They’ve got some shady [censored] going on, and you can see that.

"meisie"

- Felicity’s trying to throw Mallorie and the girls under the bus, because she’s scared. It cannot be more obvious. And yet, as much as I dislike Felicity, she’s right. Bridgette, Mallorie and Mary-Anne clearly do have a tight threesome going on, and that leaves us four on the outs of that. If we need to form a pact or a voting bloc for the sole purpose of breaking that alliance up, maybe it’s a viable option the next time we go to tribal.

Felicity: We need to work together to break that threesome up, and then the four of us can control the votes for the next three tribals. We’re guaranteed to make it to the merge.

Sasha: So is this a new alliance?

Felicity: It’s the Anti-Mallorie alliance, the Anti-Mallorie/Bridgette/Mary-Anne pact-

Sasha snorts.

Sasha: Well, I’m not turning down that option.

Felicity: If the three of us and Lydia agree to work as a team, we can break up those three and we’ll be in the clear. It’s a golden opportunity. Let’s play. As long as we work together and trust one another, this four will be the strong four, and we can combat those three easily.

"meisie"

- I may be caught in the middle of...these two separate alliances of girls. I made a promise that I would not write Mary-Anne’s name down, that I would not write Bridgette’s name down, that I would not betray...the alliance that we had, that those three girls and I formed. But Felicity has looked out for me too, before, and I do believe that she has my back because she believes that I am a loyal ally. And her words do ring true to me. What if I may be the ‘fourth’ person in my alliance with those three girls? There can only be three of us at the end, and I didn’t come here to place fourth. I should think carefully about whether or not I want to split them up now rather than later.

The day passes by, and once again, nightfall is approaching. The girls are preparing for dinner. Without comfort items, their shelter is not as well set up, but it is manageable.

Sasha is kneeling in the sand, stirring porridge in the black pot over the fire. Greta is fanning the flames.

All of a sudden, Lydia, who is heading over to check on the food, leaps up and starts shrieking, doing a little dance as she hops up and down.

Lydia: Scorpion!

Sasha: Ooh! Let’s eat it!

Lydia: NO! Are you nuts?

Sasha: I’ll eat anything, I’m starving. Greta, fetch the machete.

Greta: Sasha-

Sasha: Never mind, I’ll get it. Quick, before it scampers! That’s our dinner!

The girls watch in amusement as Sasha grabs the machete and begins hacking at the floor, as Lydia continues to shriek.

"meisie"

- Sasha’s trying to hunt down a frikkin’ scorpion, like it’s going to feed the lot of us and we’re going to feast on the insects like we’re island savages. [laughing] We’re not that desperate yet, I hope. I think I’ll just stick with rice for the night.

Sasha: Damn, it got away.

Mary-Anne: [laughing] It looked like you were doing a little dance, Lydia.

Lydia looks embarrassed, trying to change the topic.

Lydia: Mallorie, you’re a dancer, right?

Bridgette: Yeah she is. Come on, Mallorie, do a dance for us!

Mary-Anne: Yeahhhh, come on! Show us some of your moves!

Mallorie rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

Mallorie: Oh, you girls…

Mary-Anne: Come on, don’t be shy! Let us see ‘em!

Mallorie shrugs, and then gets down low and starts gyrating her hips, thrusting her arms back and forth.

Mary-Anne cheers.

Bridgette and Mary-Anne hop in and the three girls burst into laughter as Mallorie leads the crew, showing them how to move their hips and bodies.

Lydia sits back down in the shelter and is laughing and clapping. Greta too looks like she is enjoying the spectacle. The only one looking ticked off is Felicity.

"meisie"

- Those three girls were just kicking back and having fun the whole night...and I’m just wondering to myself, can it be any more obvious that those three are a tight alliance? What’s more, it’s a tight trio on a tribe of seven! They should be outnumbered! Why are they on the top and I’m on the bottom? Lydia, Sasha, Greta and I - we’re the misfits, we’re the outsiders looking in, we’re the ones not part of the club of cool and young girls and we should be rising up and turning against them. We need to form a pact, of us four, to get rid of them because they’re loyal to one another and if we let them get the upper hand, those three girls will be running the rest of this tribe and I will not allow that to happen.

On the men’s camp, the guys are doing the same as the activities of the day begin winding down.

Westin takes his spot in the shelter, a clam full of rice in his hand, and he nudges Brandy and Sven.

Westin: Guess who was talking more smack about you earlier?

Brandy does a irritated double take.

Sven: Seriously?

Westin: Yeahhh.

Brandy: I’m going to punk that little...punk.

Sven: I say we prank him.

Brandy: No way, dude.

Sven: Yeah, I am. He’s not here. I’m gonna frikkin’, like, bury his socks or put sand in his water canteen or something-

Brandy: Dude [laughing] He is gonna be pissed, I can’t wait to see it-

Kim: Oh, come on, you two…

Dillan: Come on, Sven, knock it off.

Sven: Lighten up, guys, it’s just a harmless prank. This is entertaining TV! And I’m tired of his nonsense.

Brandy: Yeah, I mean, it’s not like we’re shoving him into a locker or anything.

"seuntjie"

- You know, I would not at all be surprised if Brandy and Sven’s shoved their fair share of geeks into lockers back when THEY were in high school. They are absolutely the kind of guys to pull off a stunt like that.

Sven gets up and makes sure the coast is clear. Abraham is taking Graham with him down to shore to wash the plates.

Abraham: I wanted to talk to you, Graham…

Graham: What about?

Abraham: I wanted to know where your head is at.

Graham shrugs.

Graham: I don’t know...I mean, I’m just...trying to enjoy camp life, and help out, since clearly I don’t do enough.

Abraham: I know Brandy’s been giving you a tough time. You need to buck up or he’ll keep coming after you.

Graham scowls expressively.

"seuntjie"

- Sven’s a showoff and a dictator, Abraham’s cocky and domineering, Brandy’s a muscle-beating, fist-pumping chauvinist and Westin’s a total loon. The only normal people on this tribe are me, Dillan, Kim and Logan. I hate this tribe. I wish it wasn’t full of guys because this is like a nightmare scenario for me.

Sven grabs Graham’s water canteen from within the shelter, seeing the latter still off further down the beach. He bends down and tips all the water out, and begins shovelling sand inside it.

Logan: Dude, stop.

Sven: Make sure he isn’t looking this way.

Logan: Cut it out. This is silly.

Sven: Yo! Take his socks and burn them! Take his socks! [dissolves into fits of laughter]

Brandy: I got it.

Gruffly, Brandy plucks Graham’s socks out of the latter’s bag and tosses them into the firepit. Sven is rocking back and forth, red in the face with laughter.

Sven: Oh, man...this is going to be priceless...

Brandy: And this...is for all the badmouthing he’s done about me.

Brandy grabs the water canteen from Sven, spits into it, and drops to his knees, digging a small hole to bury it in.

Sven: Let me do it.

Logan: That’s not funny, man, that’s not cool.

Brandy: Whatever, he’ll live.

Sven: He’s such an idiot.

"seuntjie"

- The guys’ behavior has made me very unsure if I still want to be a part of this alliance that they’ve brought me into. These are not the kind of people I want to associate with.

Dillan shares a concerned look with Logan. Kim looks like he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or not.

Logan: Listen, I get that you don’t like Graham-

Brandy: That’s an understatement.

Logan: But you don’t have to give him such a hard time, especially if we’re voting him off as soon as we go to tribal.

Brandy: Listen, I get you, Logan, you know it’s all love from me.

Logan: Mhm?

Brandy: And I’m not completely heartless, okay? I’m a father, I’ve got a little girl at home to provide for and I’m raising her on my own.

Logan: Oh?...that’s the first time I’m hearing about that.

Brandy: I’ve told a few people...Abraham knows about it, obviously. But the thing is...I may be a little rough around the edges when it comes to Graham, but the kid has not earned my respect and has not shown me any either. That’s just how I see it and that’s the way it is. If he grows a pair and proves to me why he deserves to be out here and be on this tribe, then maybe I’ll lighten up.

He straightens up, kicking more sand over the hole and Sven pats it down, running a hand through his hair.

Sven: That’ll teach him.

Dillan looks guiltily down at the floor, and Logan looks like he wants nothing to do with any of this.

Kim: You guys are diabolical.

Sven: I know we are. If Graham’s going to talk smack behind our backs, he’s going to have to learn to live with the consequences and stop being a bloody coward.

Abraham and Graham are making their way back up the beach to shelter.

Graham: I appreciate the talk, I guess. Just tell your soldier to lay off me.

Abraham: Brandy?

Graham: Yes!

"seuntjie"

- I wanted to talk with Graham just to make sure I had all my bases covered. But when we were walking back up to camp, it just got a lot worse.

Graham is looking through his belongings.

Graham: Has uh...has anyone seen my water bottle?

Dillan looks off into the distance. Kim’s face betrays nothing. Westin is smirking silently.

Graham: [frustrated] Is no one going to answer me?

Most are quiet. Abraham looks confused.

Sven is giggling to himself in the corner.

Graham scowls even more fiercely.

Graham: You guys suck.

He turns and storms off. Kim has his mouth agape. Westin bursts into laughter, and this prompts Sven to join in.

Abraham: What happened?

Brandy: We buried his [censored].

Abraham: Oh, you did not.

Sven: And we [laughing] we frikkin- [dissolves into more laughter] we BURNED his socks!

Sven is pink in the face as he rolls over in a fit of maniacal laughter. Abraham chuckles weakly.

Abraham: He is not going to like this at all. Give him his stuff back. He’s already on the bottom of the tribe, don’t mess with him more.

Day 6
Jeff: Come on in guys! In come the two tribes, both standing on their respective mats and depositing their respective flags. Mary-Anne is again wearing the Medallion; everyone looks excited to get down to their next immunity challenge.

Jeff: Ready to get to today’s immunity challenge?

The tribes reply in unison.

Jeff: First things first, Seuntjie, I will take it back.

Abraham passes the idol to Kim, who tosses it back to Jeff, narrowly missing him.

Jeff: Alright! Immunity is back up for grabs. For today’s challenge, you will be participating in a food-eating competition. You will be competing either individually or in pairs, and going up against two other members of the opposite tribe, and you will race to get down disgusting delicacies. First pair or person to do so before their competitor scores a point for their tribe, and the first tribe to reach a score of four will win immunity - safe from the vote, whereas the losers will go to Tribal Council where somebody will be voted out of this game.

Graham looks sick. Mary-Anne sticks out her tongue, wrinkling her nose. There is an excited glint in Felicity’s eyes.

Jeff: Now, before we get to the challenge, Mary-Anne, you and the girls once again have a big decision to make. Are you keeping the Medallion or giving it up?

This time, there is no discussion needed. Mary-Anne: We have decided to pass the Medallion on to the boys.

Jeff: Alright. Mary-Anne, hand it over. She takes the Medallion off and passes it to Dillan again, who nods at her.

Jeff: Seuntjie, your disadvantage means that while your opponents will have to get down one or two delicacies respectively, among the person or pair that you send out, you will have to get down two or three. That means you will have to eat more than your opponent to score.

Kim is shaking his head, laughing nervously.

Kim: That’s gonna suck.

Jeff: We’ll get started. Seuntjie, who are you sitting out?

Abraham: We’re sitting out Westin.

Westin nods.

Jeff: Westin, take a spot on the bench. Everyone else, get ready.

The first round is about to begin.

Jeff: Alright. First round - it is Abraham and Brandy taking on Felicity and Sasha. Reveal what you’ll be eating.

They unveil their food items.

Jeff: Giant water beetles. This is a juicy meal. Survivors ready? Go!

Both pairs toss their beetles into their mouths. Felicity and Sasha are viciously chewing, Abraham and Brandy are furiously gnashing their teeth.

Jeff: Abraham and Brandy still have a third beetle to get down.

Abraham is first to swallow and he grabs the third beetle and tosses it into his mouth as well, chewing as fast as he can.

Felicity gags, putting a hand to her mouth, cringing.

Jeff: Felicity struggling.

Brandy swallows and shows Jeff an open mouth.

Jeff: Brandy is done!

Felicity swallows and opens her mouth.

Jeff: Felicity is done too! It is a showdown of Abraham and Sasha-

Abraham is still chewing but Sasha finally forces her morsel down and opens her empty mouth.

Jeff: Sasha wins! The girls score, 1-0! Next match up!

The second round begins.

Jeff: Second round - it is Bridgette and Greta taking on Dillan and Graham.

Graham is pale. Greta’s hands are trembling.

Jeff: Reveal.

They unveil their food items.

Jeff: Pig snouts. Survivors ready? Go!

The pairs commence eating. Both Bridgette and Greta are taking bites out of their snouts; Dillan and Graham are both shoving them whole in their mouths. Graham is fighting to chew the rubbery morsel. Dillan is taking big mouthfuls.

Jeff: Both pairs are in a close battle…

Greta lets out a muffled groan. Bridgette is cringing.

Dillan swallows first, and stuffs his mouth with the other snout.

Jeff: Once again, the guys are moving onto their third meal before the girls…

Bridgette is taking deep breaths, resting her hands on the stone table, looking shaky. Graham winces, and swallows painfully, revealing his empty mouth.

Jeff: Graham is done!

Greta swallows, and she too is done.

Jeff: Greta is done! It is Bridgette taking on Dillan!

Greta: Ooh, that’s nasty.

Bridgette gags again, as Dillan keeps fighting. Eventually, Dillan swallows.

Jeff: The boys score! We are tied 1-1!

Bridgette: Dang it.

Jeff: Third round - Kim and Logan are taking on Lydia and Mary-Anne.

The girls nod at each other, both smiling. Kim is hopping up and down.

Jeff: Reveal.

Lydia cringes as the four of them unveil their food items.

Jeff: Giant tarantulas. Nice and crispy. Survivors ready? Go!

The four castaways grab the tarantulas and take big bites out of them. Logan is tearing into his food. Kim is grimacing as he stuffs chunk after chunk into his mouth.

Jeff: Everyone shoving the food into their mouths!

Lydia chokes, eyes watering as she forces the food down her throat.

Mary-Anne swallows easily and opens her mouth.

Jeff: Wow! Mary-Anne is finished!

Kim and Logan both swallow at the same time and, as one, both reach for the third and final tarantula.

Logan: Oh, you eat it. Okay.

Kim shudders as he tries to eat the third tarantula.

Jeff: It is coming down to Kim and Lydia. Who will score the second point for their tribe?

Lydia is moaning, looking close to puking.

Bridgette: Come on, Lydia! You got this.

Lydia chokes again, eyes squeezed shut. Kim has his hand on his mouth, forcing himself to chew.

Jeff: Who’s it gonna be?

At last, Kim swallows first.

Jeff: And he does it! Kim scores the second point for the men!

Lydia immediately spits out whatever’s in her mouth, looking grossed out and disappointed in herself.

Lydia: That’s horrid.

Jeff: Fourth round - we are now playing individually. We have Mallorie, taking on Sven.

Sven cracks his knuckles, eyeing Mallorie up.

Jeff: Reveal. [they reveal their meals] You will be eating pig's’ brains.

Mallorie: Ugh.

Sven: [confident smirk] Piece o’ cake.

The camera cuts to Sasha very obviously rolling her eyes.

Jeff: Survivors ready? Go!

Both of them grab the brains and slurp them up. Mallorie has her eyes shut, blocking everything else out, focused on her task. Sven is cringing as he fights to get past the bitter taste.

Jeff: Mallorie closing her eyes; Sven fighting to get the mush down.

Sven nearly barfs, leaning against the table to steady himself.

Jeff: Sven still has to get down another plate - can he do it?

Sven groans, trying not to vomit. Swiftly, Mallorie swallows simply, and wags her tongue at Jeff.

Jeff: That’ll do it. Mallorie scores the second point for the girls! We are tied again!

Sven spits the rest of his food out onto the floor, as the girls cheer for Mallorie, who takes a seat amongst several celebrating girls.

Jeff: Next match up - we have Sasha taking on Dillan. Reveal what you’ll be eating.

They comply.

Jeff: Two grubs - in Dillan’s case, three. Both small, both weigh the exact same, except this time, your meal is alive and wriggling in your mouth.

Sasha: Oh, man.

Dillan is laughing, as if already regretting choosing to come up here.

Jeff: Survivors ready? Go!

Sasha is quick to toss one grub in her mouth. Dillan is slower on the uptake but steels himself and shoves two in, forcing back his gag reflex.

Lydia: Go Sasha!

Mary-Anne: Woo! You go, girl!

Jeff: Sasha fighting to get it down…

Sasha swallows one grub, then picks up the other and throws it back in her mouth, clenching her hands into fists.

Dillan swallows too, looking disgusted.

Dillan: I can still feel it wriggling in me!

Westin looks like he is having the time of his life, as a spectator on the sidelines. Mary-Anne looks a little sick.

Dillan picks up his last grub and shoves it in his mouth, trying not to focus on what he is chewing.

Jeff: We are neck and neck, who’s it gonna be…?

And the first to swallow is...Sasha!

Jeff: Sasha scores a point! The girls lead 3-2! So far, that Medallion is doing its job. Next match up!

Mary-Anne: You got this, Bridge!

Jeff: It will be Bridgette taking on Brandy.

Bridgette takes her spot opposite Brandy, as the latter winks and sizes her up as his opponent.

Bridgette: [taking deep breath] Okay…

Jeff: Bridgette, if you win this challenge, the girls win, and the boys will go to tribal council. Brandy, you need to beat Bridgette to ensure your tribe stays alive for one more round.

Brandy: Got it.

Jeff: Now, reveal. [they comply] Balut.

Bridgette groans.

Bridgette: That’s the worst.

Brandy is chuckling.

Jeff: You can even see its little beak-

Bridgette: Stop. Don’t point that out!

Jeff: Survivors ready? Go!

Brandy is fast to shove the whole egg, shell and all, into his mouth, chewing as fast as he can, his large jaw moving quickly. Bridgette is fast to eat too, though clearly with no small amount of discomfort, as if reassuring herself she can still do this.

Brandy turns his back on her, looking up at the sky as if it is giving him mental encouragement. Bridgette is slamming her hands on the table, chewing hard and fast.

Jeff: Bridgette is FIGHTING to finish her mouthful. Brandy still has one more balut on its way!

Mallorie: You’re a beast, Bridge, let’s do this.

Mary-Anne: You got this, Bridgette!

Abraham: Let’s go, Brandy! Bring this one home.

Jeff: Lots of encouragement from both tribes…

Brandy swallows, and moves onto his second helping, shoving the egg into his mouth - again, shell and all.

Bridgette glares at him, and closes her eyes, fighting to finish her mouth.

Jeff: We’ve got a challenge going!

And at last…

Bridgette swallows and hurriedly shows her open mouth to Jeff.

Jeff: Bridgette scores! Meisie wins immunity! The girls all erupt into cheers and celebration. Bridgette is jumping up and down, looking elated. The guys are all wearing various expressions of frustration on their face. Graham looks worried, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve.

"meisie"

- Brandy, this giant hulk of a man, is my competitor, and I BEAT him, and saved our tribe from Tribal Council. I had no confidence that I could do it. Eating balut was my biggest fear coming into an eating competition but I did it. I didn’t think I could, but I did, and I could not be more proud of myself for what I achieved today. [laughing]

Brandy spits at the sand, growling. Brandy: We should’ve won that. Jeff: Meisie, immunity. [hands a smiling Mallorie the idol] Safe from tribal council tonight, no one going home from the Meisie tribe. [turns to Seuntjie] As for you guys…

The men are all pretty subdued. Abraham looks like he is thinking hard.

Jeff: One of you guys going home tonight. You’ve got the afternoon to think about who it’s gonna be. Grab your stuff, head back to camp, I’ll see you guys at tribal.

The tribes pick up their bags and prepare to go. Abraham leads the tribe out, carrying the flag with him. As they walk off in slow motion, the camera focuses on Kim, leading the back of the pack with Graham, as the former pats the latter on the back. "seuntjie"

- We lost the immunity challenge, and it had to happen eventually. Unless something really changes, the plan should stay the same and Graham will most likely be biting the dust tonight. It’s just what’s best for this tribe. He’s on the outs and he’s the first one to go.

The men return to camp, where the guys are in low spirits. Graham is the most dejected of them all.

Abraham: We tried, everybody. Let’s not beat ourselves up over it.

"seuntjie"

- Tonight is our first tribal council, and I trust that my alliance is still intact, and we will control the vote and decide who goes home. For me, it’s a toss up between Graham and Westin.

The camera cuts to Graham, and then Westin, both moving around camp, unaware of their names being thrown out.

Abraham gathers his troops in the woods to talk, which is basically everyone except the aforementioned two, and Kim.

Abraham: So, who do we want to go home?

Brandy: Graham, without a doubt.

Down by the beach, Graham is sitting sadly in the shelter, depressed, with his arms crossed. He makes eye contact with Kim, who is standing by the fire, tending to it with a large branch.

Graham: You think they’re talking about getting rid of me?

Kim: [hesitating] I don’t know.

Graham: [sighing] This is dumb.

Kim: Lighten up, Graham.

Graham: Not if this is my last day.

"seuntjie"

- It really is kind of sad to see Graham moping about. This must be devastating for him, to think that the end of this adventure could be close at hand, especially one that he’s dreamed about for so long. And I feel bad for him. But in spite of my soft heart, callous as it may be, I think the smart way to play is to go with the numbers and the numbers on this tribe are with the likes of Abraham and Brandy.

In the forest...

Abraham: Graham’s the outcast on the tribe, yes, but what about Westin?

Sven: What about him?

Abraham: He’s a snake. He likes to spread deceit and paranoia.

Brandy: He told us a lot about Graham badmouthing us.

Abraham: He was sucking up to us. And let’s be honest, it’s not much of a surprise to learn that about Graham. Besides, do you really trust Westin?

Brandy: He’s not part of our group of five so...not entirely, no.

Logan is lost in his own thoughts.

Abraham: What does everyone think?

Dillan: I’m down for whatever’s best for the tribe, moving forward.

Brandy: Agreed. But, you know, between us, getting rid of Graham would be major, for me.

Abraham: I know.

He scratches the back of his head.

"seuntjie"

- Abraham’s growing indecisive and he’s not be the born leader that I thought he’d be. He can’t make a decision between Graham and Westin and which one to cut loose. I was already starting to think that…maybe these guys aren’t the best people for me to work with. Abraham’s trying to be the one in control and dictate how everyone in the alliance should vote, and with a guy acting like that in this game comes the itch to want to overthrow him, or at the very least - if not him - his horrible excuse of a right-hand man. I think Brandy is a bully, point blank. Father or not, the way he acted towards Graham, I call it nothing short of bullying. What kind of example is he setting for his little girl? Brandy, I think, I would be more comfortable losing on this tribe than Abraham, or Graham and Westin.

Brandy: So Graham?

Sven: Yes. Let’s not be idiots here.

The five disperse.

The camera cuts to another transitional shot of clouds moving across the sky, and focuses on a centipede making its way across a dead log in the sand, to signify the passing of time. The next we check in, Logan is sitting with Graham in the shelter, Westin lazing about lackadaisically in the back.

"seuntjie"

- Honestly, I’m thinking of pulling off a big move. I don’t like Brandy, I don’t respect his behavior around camp, and with the boys Graham and Westin on the moment - and especially Graham itching to give Brandy his comeuppance - I think I could put something together. We’d only need five votes to do this - Kim can be open if I get a majority, and then I’d need Dillan to turn the tables on Abraham, Brandy and Sven. This is nothing more than a game of chess and I need to analyze the board carefully.

Logan: Graham, listen.

Graham: Yeah?

Logan: You too, Westin.

He brings them closer together, almost conspiratorially - which isn’t an untrue observation.

Logan: Abraham and Brandy and Sven, they say you two are on the bottom.

Graham: [unsurprised] Oh yeah?

Westin: [shaking it off] Oh, are we?

Logan: Yes. Graham, you know...with how Brandy and Sven have been bullying you…

Graham nods sadly.

Logan: And Westin, they don’t trust you. They call you a snake behind your back.

Westin snorts, grinning.

Logan: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking as of late and...I’m not sure if I want to work with guys like them. So I propose...we just band together and...take one of those three out.

Graham’s eyes widen.

Graham: You wanna blindside someone?

Logan: That’s what I propose. Are you both down?

Westin: I’m always down for a good blindside.

Graham: [getting excited] I’m listening.

Logan: Sven’s absolutely useless around camp and in challenges. He talks a big game but can’t back it up. Abraham - he’s pretty good helping out in both camp life and in physical challenges, but he is also kind of the de facto leader of that trio. And Brandy...well-

Graham: He’s an [censored].

Logan: Y-Yeah.

Graham: I am 100% down for this, Logan. Thank you so much.

Logan: You want to do Brandy?

Graham: Please. I’ve been thinking and dreaming about it for the past...I don’t know, six days?

"seuntjie"

- This plan to blindside Brandy is hopefully coming into motion and I am...FREAKING OUT. I am so excited, I can barely contain myself, I feel like...for the first time, I can actually play this game. The nerd striking back at the bully! It’s going to happen and it’s going to be absolutely delicious.

Brandy is walking along the beach. He looks up and sees Logan talking to Graham and Westin in the shelter, both other guys at Logan’s sides like schoolchildren taking instructions from a teacher.

Westin notices Brandy out of the corner of his eye.

Logan: I’m going to go talk to Kim and Dillan to see if I can sway them.

Graham: Yeah, okay.

He takes his leave, as Brandy arrives, purposefully taking a seat in the shelter with a loud grunt. Graham wrinkles his nose and immediately gets up to go. Westin watches him leave.

Brandy: [innocently] So...what was that about?

Westin looks around before turning back to Brandy.

Westin: Logan’s pitching to get you out.

Brandy does a sharp double take.

Brandy: Excuse me?

Westin: You heard me.

They lock eyes for a second.

"seuntjie"

- The way I see it, people like Brandy are the perfect meat shield. A dumb, jock tough guy who’s basically just Abraham’s bodyguard - he’s perfect to work with if you stay on his good side. I want to get the Tough Guy Trio of Abraham, Brandy and Sven on my side, even if they see me as untrustworthy and a rat. And seeing Logan and Graham’s precious plans go up in smoke satisfies me as much as any good blindside. I’m spilling the beans and letting paranoia into Brandy’s little head, because it’s so easy and delightful to get his knickers in a twist.

Brandy: Why would he do such a thing?

Westin: He thinks you treat Graham like crap, so…

Brandy: So he’s going to just throw our plans out the window?

Westin: [innocently] What plans?

Brandy: Just...give me a second to confront him.

Westin: Don’t mention my name.

Brandy ignores him and walks off.

Elsewhere, Logan is conversing with Kim and Dillan, both of whom are washing their shoes by the water’s edge.

Logan: What would you guys think of getting Brandy out tonight?

Dillan casts him a curious look.

Kim: I mean, I just want to go where the numbers are at, you know? I don’t want to do anything crazy, I’m fine just being under the radar because I want to stay as long as possible. If you have the numbers, tell me and I’m for it. Otherwise...you know.

Logan: Dillan?

Dillan: Why?

Logan: Because Brandy, Abraham and Sven are a tight trio.

Dillan: Sven doesn’t know it but Abraham and Brandy say a lot of [censored] about him behind his back.

Logan: Even so, those three are a tight trio. Did you really approve of the way Brandy’s been treating Graham these past few days? The way Sven has treated him?

Dillan pauses.

Logan: They’re bullies, plain and simple.

Kim: Brandy’s coming.

At Kim’s warning, Logan clams up. Brandy approaches the group.

Brandy: Hey, Logan, can I have a word with you?

Logan: Sure.

He gets up and follows Brandy off for a walk.

Dillan catches Kim’s eye.

Kim: Dodged a bullet there? [laughing]

Logan hurries to keep up with Brandy’s large strides.

Logan: What’s up?

Brandy: Are you trying to take me out?

Logan stops in his tracks.

Logan: What?

Brandy: It’s a simple question: yes or no?

Logan: No! What makes you think I’d do that?

Brandy: I’m not mad, but I just want the truth and to try and understand the logic behind why you’d try to pull something like that off. Lying isn’t going to get you anywhere-

Logan: I’m not lying!

"seuntjie"

- The guilty expression on his face: it might as well be a confession.

Brandy: You may think you’re helping Graham, but the kid does not have your best interests at heart.

Logan looks mortified.

Brandy: The way I see it, our alliance of five should stay solid.

Logan: We are! The plan hasn’t changed, has it?

Brandy: I don’t know, you tell me.

Logan: Wait, wait, I still don’t get you...w-who’s saying I’m trying to take you out? W-Why would I want to take you out in the first place, it’s not like we have beef the way you and Graham do.

Brandy: If I told you Graham told me, would you believe me?

Logan: There’s...there’s no way. He’s lying.

By the shelter, Abraham is now arriving. He signals Westin, who is still sitting where he was.

Abraham: Yo. You seen Brandy?

Westin: He’s gone to talk to Logan. There’s something you should know.

Abraham: And what’s that?

Westin: Logan’s trying to make a big play.

Abraham’s brow furrows.

Abraham: What’s Logan trying to pull?

Westin: He’s going to try and get Brandy out, and then come after you, and then Sven.

Abraham: What? For real? What is he, an idiot?

"seuntjie"

- I just heard from Westin – who is known, mind you, for having a knack for causing chaos – that Logan is coming for me and Brandy. And it just boggles my mind. Did we not have an alliance? Were we not all set on the plan that Graham or Westin’s gotta go? Does he want to go home before Graham, because I will glady send him on his way. Graham is easy to get rid of, we can get rid of him anytime, we can get rid of him at our next Tribal Council if we wanted to, but if Logan wants to stir the pot, he’s inviting a whole lot of trouble on nobody but himself.

Logan: I am not trying to take you out. I’m being honest here.

Brandy: Alright. Okay. I guess he was just lying to me.

"seuntjie"

- My plans just went up in smoke. Everything I’d been planning got back to Brandy and now...I have a feeling there are a lot more eyes on me than before. I need to save myself, and fast.

Brandy returns to the shelter, where Abraham beckons him over, and the two take a private walk to talk.

Abraham: Is it true?

Brandy: So you’ve heard? I went and confronted Logan and he was really shifty. It was clear as day.

Abraham: I mean, I knew he was uncomfortable with how we dealt with Graham but still...I thought the alliance we had was good. I don’t get why he’d compromise that.

Sven and Dillan come up to join the pair.

Sven: Hey, dirtbags. What’s going on?

Brandy: Logan’s trying to make a big move.

Sven: What’s that?

Brandy: He tried to turn the tables on the three of us.

Sven is taken aback. Shaking his head, he looks pissed.

Sven: Wow. Really? Man, looks like he got caught red-handed. He’s not as trustworthy as he seems. "seuntjie"

- For a university professor, Logan isn’t very smart. Why would you try to come after Brandy if he - if we - have the numbers? What, you can’t do basic math all of a sudden? You need 5 to control the vote in a tribe of 8 and we have 5! You don’t need to do anything, just keep your head down, nod, and do what we tell you to. Logan is growing stones bigger than his brain is.

Back at camp, Logan returns to Westin, looking worried.

Logan: Plan’s off.

Westin: What’s wrong?

Logan: Brandy caught on to me. I didn’t get a good enough read on Dillan or Kim but I think the numbers...aren’t on our side. I’m sorry.

Westin: So...it’s back to Graham?

Logan: Yeah...yeah, Graham’s gotta go.

"seuntjie"

- Logan doesn’t suspect that I’m the one that ratted him out. He thinks it was Graham, and so the target is back on Graham for now. I mean, I don’t even care. I don’t owe Brandy or Abraham anything, but now they owe me. I just like seeing people scramble and I like causing chaos around camp for the fun of it. I want complexity. I want chaos. I want to see alliances break down and relationships dissolving, people turning on each other! What’s the point of playing a quiet game on Survivor, am I right? Let Brandy distrust Logan, and let Logan distrust Graham. It’s way more fun to see them all turn on each other, suspicious and paranoid. That’s what this game is all about: deceit. That’s what I feed off of.

Abraham: So are we still voting Graham off or…?

Brandy: The thing that worries me is...while Logan may have retreated with his tail between his legs, who’s to say he won’t try to take a shot at me, or you, again?

Sven: I say we vote his ass off.

Brandy: I hate disloyalty, I really do.

Sven: He’s just dumb! Dumb!

"seuntjie"

- We can always get Kim to replace him as the fifth man in the alliance so we don’t even need Logan, really. I still make the final call on who we get rid of tonight, I’m calling the shots. The rest of us guys, we can blindside Logan if we have to for his duplicity or we can stick with the original plan and just take out Graham, who is openly an outsider on the tribe, especially after all the trash talking he’s said about Brandy, Sven and I.

The sun is beginning to set, and Kim finds Graham, coming back from another fruitless search for the idol in the forest.

Kim: Hey, kid.

Graham: Hi, Kim. Hey, listen, has Logan spoken to you?

Kim: Yes, and it’s bad news, buddy.

Graham frowns.

Graham: What?

Kim: Whatever you thought was going to happen regarding Logan...it’s out the window. Logan’s back in with Abraham and Brandy and he’s voting you out tonight.

Graham: What? But...b-but I thought we were voting Brandy out!

Kim: That’s not happening. Abraham has Dillan and Westin on lock, neither are willing to leave the numbers tonight. Sven thinks Logan’s an idiot too.

Graham: What am I to do?

Kim: I think...your only shot might be to vote Logan.

Graham is in considerable distress.

"seuntjie"

- Barely...two hours ago, I thought I was safe. I thought an epic blindside was in the works and I was...I was over the moon. I thought tonight I’d be playing my part in sending my nemesis home and yet now...now things have changed. Logan, my guardian angel, has turned on me. I...I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like my back was up against the wall, he broke the wall down, and just as I turned to leave, he stabbed me in the back. I don’t have anyone - ANYONE - on my side anymore. Kim was nice enough to tell me this but it’s still a big blow. I feel helpless...and that’s not a happy feeling.

The sky turns dark, as the castaways walk off down the beach in single file.

Night falls, as the tribe arrives at Tribal Council. Graham is in awe, like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the sights. Even Brandy is quietly impressed.

Jeff: Behind each of you is a torch. Grab one and dip it into the fire. In this game, fire represents your life. When your fire is gone, so are you.

Everyone lights their torches and sets them down.

Jeff: Welcome to Tribal Council.

Abraham: No one wants to be here, Jeff. [laughing]

A few guys laugh.

Jeff: Sven, tell me, today’s loss - do you chalk it up to the girls having the Medallion?

Sven: Absolutely. There was no way they would have beaten us without it. It’s just facts. We would’ve, could’ve and should’ve won it. It was the Medallion that beat us.

Jeff: Whenever a new tribe comes into Tribal Council, I like to find out more about the social dynamics of their tribe. So, Kim, tell me - how is this tribe of men like?

Kim: Well, we have Abraham and Brandy...those two are inseparable, clearly great friends-

Brandy: Yeah, bro.

Abraham winks.

Kim: There’s Westin, who’s kinda a jokester, which makes me a little mad because he’s my rival for the funniest guy on the tribe.

Westin smirks.

Kim: Dillan’s cool, you know, no one dislikes Dillan. He pulled through for us early on, snagging that Medallion.

Dillan smiles graciously.

Kim: And then there’s...well, there’s Logan.

The corners of Brandy’s mouth curl up slightly. Logan is a little subdued but nods at the mention of his name. Abraham is watching Logan intensely.

Kim: He’s...smart.

Brandy: Most of the time.

Logan looks at him.

Kim: There’s Graham, who...um…

Graham: I’m on the bottom of this tribe, is what Kim’s trying to say.

Brandy raises a shoulder, as if agreeing with this statement. Sven is laughing and shares a look with Abraham. Dillan looks down.

Jeff: Excuse me?

Graham: I’ve been on the bottom of this tribe since the beginning...for a long time, I mean, it’s been a while.

Kim: Ahem...and then there’s me!

The guys laugh, and even Logan cracks a smile.

Kim: I’m just happy to...stick with the numbers, for our tribe to go far and do well.

Jeff: Graham, let’s go back to you.

Graham: Can I just say, Jeff, that I still can’t believe I’m here, that I’m sitting at Tribal Council, on this seat, with the fire and the torches behind me and talking to you and it’s just...it’s just crazy, man. Jeff: Graham, you’re obviously a superfan of this game. Graham: I am. Jeff: Tell me what it’s like for a big fan like you to finally get the chance to come out here and play this game. You’re playing Survivor! It’s a huge deal! Graham: Yeah, Jeff, I agree. But uh…you know, sometimes, not everything’s what you expect it to be. You know, like I said, this is still a superfan’s dream. But not every superfan is...well...a perfect fit, I guess.

Jeff: Meaning…?

Graham: Let’s just say there’s a spectrum. There are the really hot, smart, strategic, physically built superfans who would excel in this game if and when they come out here to play...and then there are the nerdier, dorkier, Redditor superfans like me. I’m on the nerdy side of the spectrum. [laughing] Jeff: Graham, why do you think you don’t really fit in on your tribe? Graham: Um…I don’t know. I mean, just look at these guys, they’re all strong and athletic and big and broad and muscular and that just all really intimidates me, I guess. Maybe it’s just because I’m a little, you know, different. I’m socially awkward, and I’m not exactly a very strong or fit guy either. Being with guys like these is kind of, like, my biggest nightmare. Brandy snorts derisively. Graham: I just feel a little out of place on a tribe with…guys who are a lot stronger than I am, physically, and who are a lot more confident and in their element out here. Abraham: But Graham, that’s what we’ve been trying to do out here. We’ve been trying to help you feel like you fit in, but- Brandy: But you always reject us. You never listen to us, you’re so set in your ways that you refuse to fit in even when we try to help you! Graham: That’s not the case at all. Sven: Oh, isn’t it? Brandy: Of course it is! Graham made up his mind a while ago that he wasn’t going to like us or even try to. Graham: Whatever you say, Brandy. Brandy: See, it’s that flippant attitude that really grinds my gears- Graham: ‘Grinds your gears’? What are you, eighty? Brandy: Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. Do you have any idea how disrespectful that is?

Behind his back, Dillan is chuckling, albeit uncomfortably, and Westin is grinning madly, eyes lit up with a frenzy.

Graham: Who are you to talk to me about ‘respect’, Brandy? Brandy: If you were my kid, I would waste no time whipping you and that attitude into shape. You can say what you want about me but you are a disgrace to this tribe of men. Graham: I’m glad I don’t have you as my dad, then. Brandy: Whatever, I give up on you. I’m washing my hands of this. I’ll let this tribe decide if they want you to stay or go, but I am finished with you, Graham. Graham rolls his eyes, turning back to Jeff.

Graham: And this is what I mean, Jeff. I’ve dealt with this the past week. Westin looks like he wants some popcorn. Abraham looks contemplative. Logan’s eyes are flitting back and forth between Graham and Brandy. Jeff: Wow.

Graham laughs.

Jeff: There is clearly a lot of dissension on this tribe. Logan, what do you make of this conflict?

Logan swallows.

Logan: I think that...there is definitely bad blood between Graham and Brandy. But that’s to be expected when you grab a bunch of people with different personalities and lifestyles and just dump them all together on a tribe to see if they mesh well. You get explosive moments like that.

Jeff: Abraham, is this vote going to be straightforward tonight, or is there going to be a blindside that even I won’t be expecting?

Abraham sits up straighter. Logan is eyeing him in concern.

Abraham: I believe...whoever goes home tonight...will not be taken aback.

Graham looks downcast.

Jeff: Well, it’s time to find out which one of you will be leaving this tribe tonight. It is time to vote. Dillan, you’re up.

Dillan gets up, and the voting music kicks in.

One by one, the men head up to vote.

"seuntjie"

- Graham, I’m really sorry, but the plan’s gone out the window and I may have made myself a target. If I don’t vote for you, I could be going home, and it’s either me or you, so I have to look out for myself.

The camera cuts to Graham, morose, gazing ahead, devoid of any other expression. Brandy arrives at the voting booth, cricking his neck menacingly as he bends over his parchment, blocking it from view.

The camera cuts to Abraham, thinking hard, staring into the fire.

Graham is up at the booth, and looks like he is having a fierce internal debate. He puts the pen to paper and begins to write.

At last, he is back, pale and clammy. Jeff: I’ll go tally the votes. He leaves.

Logan looks down the row of heads to where Graham sits, biting his lip in fear. Abraham turns to Brandy and nods at him.

Jeff returns with the votes. Jeff: If anyone has the hidden immunity idol and you’d like to play it, now would be the time to do so.

No one budges. Sven turns around very obviously to look at everyone to make sure. Jeff: Alright, once the votes are read, the decision is final. Person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I’ll read the votes.

He takes out the first vote. Jeff: First vote…Graham. (1-0) Graham nods, slightly crestfallen. Jeff: Logan. One vote Logan, one vote Graham. (1-1)

Logan gulps. Brandy’s eyes narrow.

Jeff: Graham. That’s two votes Graham. (2-1)

Graham’s face falls.

Jeff takes out the next vote.

Jeff: Westin. That’s two votes Graham, one vote Logan, one vote Westin. (2-1-1)

Westin laughs a little, looking perplexed. Abraham bites his lip.

Jeff takes out the next vote.

Jeff: Logan. We’re tied again. Two votes Logan, two votes Graham, one vote Westin. (2-2-1)

Logan groans, putting his head in his hands. Graham licks his dry lips.

Jeff unveils the sixth vote.

Jeff: Logan. That’s three votes Logan, two votes Graham, one vote Westin. (3-2-1)

Logan turns to look at Abraham. Abraham avoids his eyes. Brandy sets his jaw, looking solemn. Graham allows a brief look of hope cross his face.

Jeff: Second person voted out of Survivor: Seychelles…Logan. Logan sighs, shaking his head, looking devastated. Jeff: That’s four, that’s enough, you need to bring me your torch. Graham is breathing a sigh of relief, the color returning to his face. Abraham casts him an expectant glance, winking at him, as Logan gets up to leave, taking his bags with him. Brandy smirks, grinding his teeth, as he watches Logan go. Westin looks pleased with himself. Dillan pats Graham on the leg, as the latter is still shaking from head to toe. Logan puts his torch down, heaving out another great sigh. Jeff: Logan, your tribe has spoken. [snuffs torch] Time for you to go. Logan turns around. Logan: Good luck guys. Abraham: Thanks Logan. Brandy: Thanks, man. Kim: We’ll kick ass for you, Logan. He takes his leave, and Graham bites his lip, watching him go. Jeff: I was hoping for an unexpected vote, and it looks like you guys delivered. I am very interested to see how this vote will affect the tribe and where you guys will go from here. Grab your stuff and head back to camp. Goodnight.

Challenges
Reward Challenge: Haulin’ Oats [Cagayan] One castaways was the designated 'caller', and had to direct three pairs of blindfolded castaways to collect five different items and a tribe flag scattered in a field. As Meisie had the Cursed Medallion, there were a few decoy items included in the field, meant to confuse the blindfolded castaways and make it harder for the caller to direct the blindfolded castaways in selecting the correct items. Winner: Seuntjie Immunity Challenge: Seychelles Smorgasbord [Cambodia] Castaways would face off against each other in a food-eating competition, where they would have to eat their delicacy faster than their competitors to score a point. The first tribe to score four points would win. The girls gave the Cursed Medallion to the boys, meaning the boys would have to eat one extra helping of whatever delicacy was presented to them than the girls did. Winner: Meisie

Voting Confessionals
"seuntjie"

- Sorry Logan, but I believe this was the right call for me to make.

"seuntjie"

- I admire the drive, but we had a solid alliance, and you blew it!

"seuntjie"

- I don’t appreciate liars and backstabbers in my crew.

"seuntjie"

- You screwed me over. I just...I can’t vote for Logan, not after he actually tried to help me. I just can’t. I couldn’t do that. So I’m throwing my vote to you, because it’s thanks to you we’re even in this situation, and I hope that next tribal, you’ll be the one to go for YOUR duplicity.

Final Words
"seuntjie"

- Being the second one voted out sucks. I already had a game plan set in my mind and I was prepared to go deep, to make big moves and to really play a good game, but unfortunately, I guess I just…I let my emotions get the better of me. I couldn’t stand seeing the way Brandy and Sven and Abraham were treating Graham and tried to make a big move too early in this game. I trusted the wrong people and that’s sadly why I’m sitting here now; I have only myself being too soft-hearted and too ready to make a move to blame for this.

Next Time on Survivor...
Abraham: You’re like my little brother to me, out here. Graham stifles a laugh. "seuntjie"
 * Graham is spared for a few more days, but feels more alone in the game than ever.

- Abraham’s telling me that he saved me last night because I’m like a little brother to him. I know I was the target yesterday if not for Logan throwing his entire game out the window. He’s trying to pull me in so I’ll be a vote for him but I see what he’s up to. I am still very much on the bottom of this tribe.

"meisie"
 * Felicity refuses to lay down and die…

- If I can find the Meisie idol, that’s a huge gamechanger. I’m already on the outs with the girls and I’ll need any and every piece of ammunition I can find and put in my arsenal to get through this.


 * And the castaways are in for a shocking twist that could completely change the game…

Jeff: The game is about to change.

Felicity’s face lights up. Jeff: Drop… Mary-Anne’s jaw drops. Jeff: Your… Dillan is scratching his head, grinning. Jeff: …buffs. Mallorie is nodding, looking excited. Bridgette is bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet. Jeff: We are switching tribes. Graham: Oh wow. Westin: That is jacked up.

Author’s Notes

 * The episode title ‘That Really Grinds My Gears’ was again said by Brandy about Graham. Brandy has not only named the first two episodes, but also named both episodes in a row.