James has his first lock open. "Hey, I like that sound. That's a pretty sound," Jaymes says approvingly. But Trey's got five locks done, according to the number displayed in the little lock-shaped icon in the corner of the screen. And he seems to be figuring out a system, as he quickly gets the sixth as well. Clearly he's motivated to finish this task quickly before Lexi brings up marriage again.

James & Abba present themselves to the swimming instructors, looking ridiculous enough in their Speedos, swim caps and slack middle-aged physiques to merit a record-scratch on the soundtrack. "I'm already afraid," the coach mutters into the camera. Heh.

Trey has finished unlacing the ribbon. He now pulls a red ribbon from inside the yellow one, extracts a small, silver cylinder and pops it open to find the tightly rolled and folded bill inside. As soon as they can see the picture on it, Phil VOs, "Teams must now figure out that the picture on the back of the ruble is their next destination: the Bolshoi Theater." And there it is, big as life, in all its Greek-columned glory. "This opulent nineteenth-century theater is now the Pit Stop for this leg of the race," Phil says from out in front amid the several fountains. "The last team to check in here may be eliminated." Yes, they may, if we ever find out who it is.

Lexi starts chanting for a taxi as Jaymes observes, "They figured it out." And indeed team Austin is soon in a taxi and on their way to what's looking like their second victory in a row.

The twins show up in third place and Natalie gets to work. Jaymes notices a young woman in a hot-pink mini-dress walking by and asks her which club she's going to. "That's a nice girl," he mumbles through a mouthful of Granola bar. "Club gear at three o'clock in the afternoon." But she also has a blurry face, so maybe that's why she doesn't have a job to go to instead. James opens his seventh lock, meanwhile, and Natalie gets her first.

At the pool, James and Abba take a shot at the swimming routine. Abba makes the coach laugh by belly-flopping in, making the coach laugh, and James does his backflip something like three beats early, earning a buzzer. That was a disgrace to bass players everywhere. We're part of the rhythm section, after all.