Speaking of the Guidos, what do you say we cut to them right now? What a good idea! They're leaving at 11:38 PM. Joe (who, if you're still wondering, is the blondish one) explains to the camera that Bill is "a take-charge sort of guy," so he often…well, takes charge. Hey, what do you say we see that happen? As Bill figures out the clue and leads the way into the subway, we realize that he and Joe are wearing -- oh, no! -- Team Guido knit hats. No, not just matching hats like they have worn so many other times. This time, the matching knit hats actually say, "TEAM GUIDO." That is gross. That is wrong, and dumb, and gross. Stitching your name into your clothes is all right in only two circumstances: (1) You are at summer camp; (2) you have a high school letter jacket, preferably one that you, as captain of the football team, are going to give to me, as head cheerleader, in which case said jacket should read "Steve," "Gary," "Ted," or possibly "J.R." And you can take me to the prom and buy me flowers, and then…I'm sorry, what was I talking about? Ah, yes -- Team Guido. To what I'm sure is your great surprise, they're praising themselves as they board the train. Have they mentioned that they used to live in Paris?

Rob and Brennan leave at 12:11. Their initial read of the clue is that they are camping out until the next morning. Fools. You have twenty minutes! In keeping with last episode's vow by the Esquire/Danza Group (The Alliance Formerly Known As World's Most Tenuous Alliance, Minus Team Guido), the lawyers wait for Frank and Margarita, who come out at 12:18. While the trio of idiot men serves itself a big slab of self-pity on a Kaiser roll of defeatism, Margarita suggests that they do have twelve minutes, and they can at least make a go at getting there before it closes. In case you needed proof that Margarita is the brains of the operation where she and Loud Pushy Frank are concerned, you need look no further than this moment. Speaking of LPFrank, he explains that he's more "physical," whereas Margarita is more "cultured." Translation? He shoves her, and she enables him in French. In a total shout-out to Alex Richmond, Frank compliments himself on his "grit." Whatever, Loud Pushy Frank.