Mirna and Charla decide to give up on the pianos. I think the problem is that they didn't carefully watch the demonstration, which is sort of consistent with their manic style of racing. All of Mirna's energy is directed outward, so it's hard for her to absorb what other people are saying. They get a cab for the Escada boutique, fretting about other teams catching up. Speaking of which, Uchenna and Joyce are getting to the pianos. Mirna complains in her cab about having to do this task, given the bad experiences they're having talking to people on the street. They get to the Escada boutique and choose a mannequin, although they can't figure out why all the mannequins are men. Apparently, "sex sells" means to them that they'd catch more flies with a naked lady? Whatever. They carry the mannequin out into the street, and now they're crazy, obnoxious Americans carrying a mannequin, which makes them even less approachable. When they get outside, they talk to a policeman, and then there's a cut, and there's him saying "no," but it's rather difficult to tell what actually happened. "Anybody speak English?" Mirna hollers. I can't imagine why that's not working. They finally put down their mannequin, and Mirna says she doesn't want to be around "these people," because they're so mean.

Danny and Oswald arrive at the monument, read the clue, and find their way to the mat. Welcome! You are team number two. They're so happy that they have to hug each other.

Mirna continues yelling for an English speaker, and a young woman eventually steps forward. She knows where the lab they need is located, and she agrees to go along. Mirna decides to carry the mannequin on her back, which causes his leg to break inside his jeans, making him look like they picked him up at an accident reconstruction. And then a hand falls off. Finally, they arrive at their destination, just as their mannequin's case of leprosy worsens. They get inside and lay Resusci-Andy on the table. Mirna shoos Charla out of the room as Charla is trying to -- I'm not kidding -- cover the mannequin's delicate reproductive organs with a radiation-proof apron. Because if they don't, he might lose the ability to have Fisher-Price dolls someday.