Wil is inside a store, actually giving up and calling for a cab. Tara runs over to him just to tell him that Chris and Alex just got a cab. What's her point, exactly? What does this accomplish? It interrupts him, and it doesn't do anything to get a cab. So quit it. "They just got it, Wil, you're an IDIOT!" she screams. Yep. Very nice. Meanwhile, while she was bitching, he has actually gotten a cab, and at his bellow, she comes over and hops inside. "They're in one, too!" she complains. "You need to haul ass!" she yells at the driver. Don't you wish you could wait on these people in a restaurant someday? I know I do. She instructs the driver to run the red light. If I understand the rules correctly, I don't think she should really do that, but I suppose it's all water under the bridge now.
The Teeth find a friendly cabbie that tells them where Fort Baker is, but he can't drive them, because he's already occupied. Dang. It was at this point in the race that I realized that, weirdly...I was rooting for the Teeth. I was so, so weary of Boston and Taraweasel and their crap and their rule-stretching and their arrogance that I was sort of hearing a tiny voice in my head going, "Teeth! Teeth! Teeth!" Sigh.
In the Taraweasel cab, they note that they've actually wound up just ahead of Chris and Alex. Boston decides to stay on Taraweasel's tail all the way to Fort Baker. When Tara and Wil notice this, you'll note that Wil is the first to say, "We can't beat 'em in a footrace." Tara agrees. She tells the driver he's got to stake her and the Weasel to a bit of a lead going into the inevitable run at the end. Boston stays right on their tails.
Aww, the Teeth finally get a cab and hop in.
Again, Tara and Wil note that Boston is successfully staying right behind them. "We're never gonna beat 'em in a footrace," Tara says, repeating what Wil just said. So, of course, he yells at her. "Why are you giving up?" he demands. "Because I'm pissed at you, because you're constantly making bad decisions," she complains. "How can you blame me?" he asks, reasonably enough. "Why is it my decision?" She snaps back, "Because you know this city!" "But I don't know where the taxis are going to be at that fucking moment!" he yells. And Wil? Is exactly right on this one particular point. Blaming him for the cab fiasco a few minutes ago is utterly ridiculous. Tara takes a suck off an inhaler. Uh-oh.