Lake and Michelle find their way to a window where they manage to get ticketed on a 9:15 PM flight to Frankfurt. Ray and Yolanda are just arriving at the airport. It actually looks like Lake genuinely greets Ray and Yolanda with some warmth, and helps them find their way to the right line, which is an interesting twist after the first week, when it seemed like maybe not so much. Lake is a very, very interesting character. He's one of those product-of-his-environment guys about whom I genuinely wonder whether he wouldn't be basically to my liking if he hadn't been raised as he was, to live out his life as a conservative dentist. It's like if you have to be a conservative dentist, I'm not sure this isn't as likable as you're going to get. I think they cast him to be the blowhard asshole yelling at his wife, but I'm starting to think he's just excitable. Anyway, there is now a whole line of teams arriving at the airport -- basically everyone else who's left, in fact. They're all trying to get on the same Aeroflot flight (say that three times fast) that Lake and Michelle are on.
Here are Eric and Jeremy, arriving in Frankfurt and just making the train to Stuttgart. On the train, they discuss the fact that they keep making things "by seconds," which is very lucky. They mean it's lucky for them, of course.
Back in Moscow, the window that happens to open first is the one in front of BJ and Tyler, so they get tickets on the 9:15 flight, despite having arrived at the airport after both Ray and Yolanda and Fran and Barry. Wouldn't you just know it? Predictably, Tyler hams it up all the way down the jetway, all, "Hold that plane!" I just can't believe the entire international service industry doesn't rear back and make the sign of the cross when they see him coming. Back at the counter, everyone else is told that they are out of luck, and they cannot get on the 9:15. They will have to come back tomorrow morning. So, of course, by virtue of absolutely nothing, BJ and Tyler have gotten an advantage over a bunch of far more likable teams, which is sometimes just the way it goes for teams I can't wait to be rid of. It's not even the luck of the evil, it's just the luck that does not please me. Which is almost, but not quite, the same thing.