"Where do I go to get money?" Linda shrieks -- no, literally, shrieks -- at a bunch of locals. Karen asks her to please stop flashing all of their money around, which is probably good thinking. They wind up piling into a cab, presumably to go somewhere and get rupees.
Karli is still busy kibitzing Kami about the brickmaking. Frustrated and trying not to commit an act of violence, Kami stands up and says, "I'm gonna go watch him." "What a good idea," Karli says sarcastically. "Kami's watching the professional. I kind of remember saying that, but...." She shakes her head. Wow. Bitch. Kami unmolds her fourth successful brick. She seems to get a little more into the swing.
As Linda and Karen's taxi heads for the bank, they ask how far it is. The guy tells them it's in Calcutta. Heh. They're like, "NOOOOO!" and make him stop. Linda hops out and asks for -- no, she demands -- rupees from the driver. She winds up taking it in the pants on the exchange rate, but she gets enough rupees for the train. "Take me back!" she barks at the driver, who surely is quite fond of her by now. "Go, now!" She needs to chill, like, immediately. That is not in the cards, however, as she screeches, "Pleeeeease take me back!" Oy. "Oh my God, Linda, we are so screwed," Karen says.
Back at the brick factory, Kami finally finishes up, and they get a clue. In the literal sense only, obviously. Meanwhile, Brandon and Nicole are on their way to what he says has been billed as "a traditional Indian good-luck ritual," adding, "Who knows what could happen?" Indeed. At the Fast Forward, two good-luck barbers await. When Brandon and Nicole pull up, they head in and read the clue. "Oh my gosh," Brandon says. "You've got to be kidding me," says a dismayed Nicole. She looks seriously rough as the two of them survey the table of clippers and combs. "You want to go back to the bricks?" Brandon asks. "We know we're last," she despairs. It's interesting, because I've been noticing that up to this point, people haven't really looked as beaten-down this season as they sometimes have, but when you look at this scene, you'll get all the beaten-down you ever wanted. Just keep your eye on Nicole.
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Dum! Dum! Dum-dum! Nicole is still standing around looking miserable. "What do you want to do?" Brandon asks her. "No," she says, a little indignantly. "I'm not going to shave my head." As they walk out, Brandon voices over that this FF was, in their view, "a little over the top." Well, yes. But indeed, they know that this will put them firmly in last place, and they know that in all likelihood, this should be an elimination leg. And the last time I checked? Hair grew back. Nicole voices over about how they're both "in the modeling industry" ["and I don't want to be unkind, but with that schnozz of hers, I have to guess she's maybe a hand model" -- Wing Chun], and talks about how Brandon's hair is "what sells for him," so obviously, that's the reason not to do it. Which you would think would have caused her to mutter, "No, you're not going to shave your head." But anyway, as they get back in the cab to return to the bricks, Brandon says that he, too, was being selfless -- his hair "would grow back," but he "wouldn't let anybody cut Nikki's beautiful head of hair." ["It's really nothing special, and it is surely not a potential $500,000 worth of special." -- Wing Chun] You know...long and brown. That's what her hair is. It's long and brown. And if you cut it off, it would one day be long and brown again. Hair is really resilient. Just ask the people at Nair. It's the principle they bank on.