Lake and Michelle arrive on the mat. When they learn that they're the second team there, they're very happy. But when they learn that it isn't a pit stop, they're not so happy. Michelle says what many people are convinced is "Shit," but which is captioned as "Shoot." I actually think it's a southern "Shoot," like "Sheeee-yooot," but I completely agree that it's ambiguous, which I think is why the captioning exists. And what is a ballsy, anyway? They grab the Frankfurt clue and leave.
In the Cab Of Yutzes, Jeremy comments that Red Square would have been a "prime spot to be holding hands with the chicks." The 1970s pound on the window of the cab, rattling their gold chains, playing their Bee Gees records at high volume, and demanding their lingo back. Eric comments that with just the two of them, it wasn't very romantic, and I think he really underestimates the taste for romance to be found in many members of the viewing public. "Yeah, it was a little gay. It was a little gay," Jeremy says. Of course, the fact that to an active imagination, their experiences in Red Square were no gayer than the rest of their behavior seems to be unknown to him.
In Lake and Michelle's cab, on the other hand, she is downright giddy, telling him that no one else they know has run across Red Square. Which is probably true, since most people they know probably fear almost as much as Lake does being accosted by communist bacteria trying to obtain the greatest rate of infection for the greatest number. They're very happy about their strong position in the race, however, so that's something.
It seems to get lighter outside all of a sudden as we make our way back to Red Square to pick up Ray and Yolanda, who are running to the mat. They get the next clue and hop in a cab. Ray comments that they really want to get out of town tonight, hoping they can get a lead over everybody else. That is one floppy red hat Yolanda is sporting. It's sort of from the "Yes, I Do Have A Cat In Here; What Are You Going To Do About It?" collection.
Speaking of other groups, here are Fran and Barry, still back at the Million Doll Detour. To no one's surprise, Fran is complaining. "I can't tell you how many I've opened here already," she says. "Just not our thing," Barry agrees. I bet that if they ever should find their thing, they'll be sure to tell you. How will they catch a break? Finally, Barry finds a clue, and they leave for Red Square.