At the stadium, Cord is making progress on his puzzle, but a gust of wind takes one of his cards out into the field. Brent and Caite arrive in second place, and Caite's a little disappointed not to be doing this one. "I freaking love puzzles." Especially the kind with fewer than a hundred pieces, I'd guess. Brent jogs over and calls, "Hello!" to his ready-made cheering section, getting to work quickly enough to narrow the gap between himself and Cord. Where's that wind?

Michael and Louie's model is still not dressed correctly on the second attempt. They're still trying to figure it out when the brothers' model emerges, and she's wrong too. Jordan quickly realizes that their models are wearing each other's stockings, and he jumps up and down rushing them to go back and switch. "Our girl, hurry!" he calls back to the curtained-off areas. It's down to the models now, and I'm sure everyone at home is cheering for "Our Girl." But Louie and Michael's comes out first, and she's dressed right, so the Detectives are off in third place. Dan and Jordan are right behind them in last, but closer than they were before thanks to the Detectives' unscheduled walkabout. Michael is still lamenting the unfairness of the challenges. "We had a rodeo in Argentina. Can we get some shooting? Kick a door in? Chase a crackhead, something?" How about finding an address? Jordan tells his and Dan's driver to follow Louie and Michael's cab, so at least somebody is being pursued..

Cord has assembled his puzzle in two sections (head and body), so now he just needs to integrate them. Caite and Jet watch from the sidelines, in a shot where the stadium's giant scoreboard clock can be clearly seen reading 12:25. The two trailing teams arrive shortly thereafter, and of course this is down to Michael and Dan for their respective teams. Cord already senses victory. On the way to his area, Dan jumps over some cards Michael just dropped on the ground. "Normally I'm sitting where they're sitting, watching people have to perform," Dan remarks, which I'm sure is not his way of reassuring us that he's a red-blooded sports fan, if you know what I mean. Which is good, because the backwards hat tipped all the way forward over his eyebrows sends that message loud and clear. Brent and Cord are both close to finished, although Cord is increasingly worried about the wind. Brent has an errant card get away from him, and Cord is just starting to say something that begins with, "If these things blow away," when a rogue gust kicks up and sends a dozen or more of his and Brent's cards -- each -- tumbling across the field. I guess he doesn't need to finish that hypothetical remark, because it just quit being hypothetical. Brent angrily chases after his cards like they're a flock of flightless, geometric birds. Cord concentrates on keeping what he's got, throwing down his jacket and hat (?) and then spreading his body over the surviving part of his puzzle like he's a drunken hydrophobe on the pitching deck of a stormbound fishing boat that's lost its engine, lights, and gravity.