Uchenna and Joyce find another department, and they finish the task. Lynn and Alex head in with their last one as well, passing the departing Uchenna and Joyce. Inside, the boys find their last guy and deliver their last cup of tea. They get their cart and their cards, and they head back. At the tea shop, Uchenna and Joyce find the owner and retrieve their clue. They head for Phil in a taxi. Lynn openly hopes for a pit stop as they wait at the tea shop, claiming that he's "dead." "It's a pit stop," Alex says confidently, because he doesn't pay as much attention as, say, Amber. Lynn claps, and I am embarrassed to admit how happy I am that he's wrong. They get in a rickshaw and leave.
Gretchen and Meredith head inside the building with tea. They have a run-in with one guy who Gretchen decides took another guy's tea, and for a minute it looks like there may be an international incident, but then things calm down once Gretchen has gotten to snarl, "Shame on you." Heh. Again, I think capture-the-flag is the analogy, and again, they're laughing on the way out.
In their cab, Rob and Amber tell their Fern about how they need to be first to get where they're going, because they're in a competition. "What kind of competition?" he asks, turning to look at Amber. She makes the world's tiniest arm-pumping motions, all cramped up in the back of the cab, as she says, "It's a race." It's very cute. Poor Fern seriously had no idea. Ron and Kelly continue on their rickshaw. Rob and Amber jump out and run up the stairs of the building at which they've arrived. "Please let this be it," Rob says. And indeed, when they hit the roof, there is Phil, standing at the mat. Rob chuckles with relief. "Rob and Amber," he says, "welcome to Lucknow." You can kind of tell by looking at them that Amber is waiting for the other shoe to drop, and that Rob kind of isn't. "You guys probably think this is the end of the leg," he says. "But?" Amber asks. "I don't want to hold you up," Phil says, and then he tells them that he's got a clue for them, because the leg isn't over. And then there is a death-defying eyebrow pop. For me, for me! Not really. Well, partly.
And..."To Be Continued."
Executive Producer? Jerry Bruckheimer.
Next week: Uhhh, Mardi Gras? I don't know. In other news: My camel is broken! This is bullshit!