Jet reaches the goal at level two, and there's the spinning text. Cord is flummoxed. "I hope I'm not supposed to read that," he says.
Brent and Caite arrive at ILM, and are glad to see that there are still cabs there. They should be. "I'm the director," Brent decrees as soon as they read the clue. They get escorted across campus while the brothers get in their cab to Tonga, warning their cabbie, "They're right behind us." Well, sort of.
Cord, however, still can't catch up to the text. Caite is in her motion-capture suit, and Brent is telling her he'll give her directions. "Where's the slo-mo on this thing?" Cord wonders, looking under the desk. Caite's avatar is, of course, in a skin-tight knit outfit with a utility belt because someone figured she'd look better as a bounty hunter or something and besides Clone Trooper armor doesn't accommodate boobs. Brent directs her to the starting point. Jet makes an excellent point to Cord: "If the other two can figure it out, surely we can figure it out." "I'd like to think so," Cord agrees. Dan talks about how it's them and the Cowboys, head-to head," And we got just a little bit of a lead on them." Cord is getting fragments of a clue that read "on a hill far away" and "Soldiers something." "They die?" Jet asks, bored. Even at this extremity, that's about as close as they ever get to sniping at each other. Despite himself, Brent manages to direct Caite to the level one goal, mostly because of Caite standing still and silent in wide-eyed confusion while he sorts himself out. Cord is stuck on the clue's opening: "A long time ago on a hill far, far away." "There's a whole paragraph you're supposed to get," he explains to Jet. As Caite approaches him, Jet simply says, "Oh, sweet." Remember that thing I said I'd tell you about when it was happening? It's happening.
The brothers are dropped off at the hotel that houses Tonga in its basement. On the way through the lobby, Jordan reads from the clue that they're supposed to find a trunk and take it to the next destination. The place is dead, except of course for the live band, but there's a stack of three steamer trunks next to the lagoon. Yes, there's a lagoon in there. "But where are we going?" Jordan wonders. Then they happen to look at the decal on the lid which reads, "The Great American Music Hall." Must be going there. They heft the trunk, one on each end, and head out. On their way, they meet a young woman in a Columbia sweatshirt who claims to be familiar with the area, but she's never heard of the Great American Music Hall, so she ducks out of the shot. Well, she was rather less Columbia University than Space Shuttle Columbia, wasn't she?