The celebrities are blindfolded and loaded onto a rickety wooden fishing boat. The sea is rough. Vicky immediately vomits over the side. Dimmy screeches, “This faux leather is vintage , you animals!”
They dock at the base of the fortress. Hosts Theo and Nikos stand on a cliff 50 meters above, holding flaming torches.
The fortress is dusty, filled with broken amphorae and goat skeletons. Their “camp” is an open courtyard with one tattered tarp and a single bucket of brackish water.
Vicky arm-wrestling Panos; Dimmy crying over a lost earring; Dr. Elias trying to psychoanalyze a goat; and a title card: “Next time… live scorpions, a betrayal, and someone eats a bull’s testicle.”
Suddenly, a trapdoor in the courtyard floor swings open. A gust of foul, sulfurous air rises. A scroll tied to a goat horn tumbles out.
Vicky volunteers. “I played a corpse for three seasons. This is method acting.”
