Esquire SUV. They agree that they were hoping to have gotten out farther ahead.
Back at the lake, Shirtless Chilly Frank heads for the water. He goes right in and emerges with the clue, but he does not look happy as he runs back up with the information. Margarita reads the clue. She's thrilled that they're headed back to New York City, and to Queens in particular, but not as thrilled as Loud Pushy Frank, who yells triumphantly. Now they walk back to their SUV, with Frank going barefoot in the snow. Ow. You know, I've briefly done the barefoot-in-the-snow thing, to fetch the paper or what have you, and I'm here to tell you that it hurts. Put on some socks or something, LPFrank.
In the SUV, he reads the clue again. "That's where my father lives," Margarita says, unable to believe her luck. "That's where your father lives!" Loud Pushy repeats. "Once we're in New York, it's all over," he bombasts. "It's all over, it's over," he repeats like a mantra. Uh, Overly Self-Assured Frank? A little less confidence might serve you better. He gives a hearty "Woooo!"
Commercials. You know, "Everybody's Waitin' For The Man With The Bag" really is the best Christmas song ever, so I have nothing to snark at Target about. In other news, apparently, you and your husband can take the same aspirin, even if you're short and he's tall, hard as that may be to believe.
Danza SUV, speeding down the road. Inside, LPFrank is plotting. He's excited to be going to New York, and he's concentrating on "how [he] can throw [Esquire] off," because he expects them to try to follow him. Whatever, Paranoid Misanthropic Frank. He cackles at his own cleverness, imagining the many ways he'll confuse the boys. There's something about Frank's plan that I don't get, which is that if he leads the boys in the wrong direction, won't he be going in the wrong direction, too? I mean, if they really are, y'know, following you, won't it be hard to lead them astray? I don't know; maybe I just don't have a mindset for war.