Brian and Ericka find the brewery, where they go downstairs to find all the beer glasses already laid out for them, filled with a dark brew that makes Guinness look like 7Up. Brian says he'll take eight and she'll take seven, and gives her a little demonstration on how to pick up the little round server tray by putting your hand under the center. They emerge onto the sidewalk thus laden, and are immediately waylaid by a small group of five soccer hooligans who walk along with them noisily, making Ericka very nervous. "You guys don't have jobs?" Brian snipes at them. About here is when everything stops going right for them. As you knew it would.
Meghan and Cheyne's cabbie drops them off at the park, and they run down a set of stone steps toward where Phil is waiting by the river with a model in a red dress. "Big Philly!" Cheyne calls out as they run up. The greeter welcomes them to Prague, and Cheyne responds, "Sorry we're so gross." Phil shakes his head and tells them, "Once again, you are team number one." Even he's bored by it at this point. They celebrate as Phil tells them they're in the final three, plus they've won a 52-inch TV -- each. Maybe they can link them together to make one 104-incher, or just put one in their sauna. In their post-leg interview, Cheyne has given up all pretense at modesty as he says, "We are the best team going into the final three, absolutely. We've won the most legs. I think we're the most confident, we're both physically strong, mentally strong, and we're prepared for what's going to come our way."
Unlike, say, Sam and Dan, the latter of whom is bitching about how heavy the Golem is as they try to cross the Charles Bridge. Well, duh. How do well do you think Prague's medieval Jews would have been protected by a Golem made of meringue and helium? "I know it is but you have to tough it out," Sam says. "Meghan did it, let's go." Meghan not only did it, she got Cheyne to listen to her while doing it. Finally, Sam gives in and lets them stand it up with an enraged, "Gosh dang it, Dan!" Dan screams at him to shut up, threatens to drop it just out of sheer pissiness, and finally agrees to get going again. I think Dan's just about due for a fresh epiphany. If by "epiphany" you mean "five upside the head."