11:35 AM. Jill and John Vito miss the train by probably about thirty seconds. That's gotta hurt. "We were right here!" Jill says to JV in frustration. Dang. She notes that had they made that train, they would have been an hour ahead. Did someone say something about a transportation curse?
Commercials. There's something cosmically appropriate about Wayne Newton shilling for Target.
John Vito reiterates that missing that train was rather a sucky development. Elsewhere in the station, Nerd Lust prepares for their 12:35 departure. Drew voices over about how helpful the Nerd Lust alliance is at this point. He comments on how alliances shift quite a bit, depending on what's "convenient." It's almost as if they're mutually opportunistic and transitory, not that anyone would have ever noted that before.
Asshat heads out of the vault to count the trees again. As he and Kenny walk to the train station, Gerard explains that Asshat is stuck in last place, "in a bad way." They're getting out of it, though, as they split the counting and come up with fifty at last. As Gerard and Kenny continue to stroll, Gerard manages to wander right onto the tracks, and comes uncomfortably close to being smacked by a cable car, until Ken reaches over, grabs his arm, and pulls him back. If you look carefully at where Gerard was walking, he really did come close to getting bumped, no joke. "Kenny, I owe you my life," Gerard teases, but...he sort of does. That was not a good situation.
Asshat enters the right combination and escapes the Detour at last. "We're in a hurry, come on, we don't have all day," he snots at her, because...well, why wouldn't he? She's there, isn't she? I particularly like how eager he is to get going, considering that when he punched in the combination and the safe opened, he stood there and waited for her to actually physically open it. Well, I guess there's no "shut up" in "team." They leave the vault, and we pick them up again at the train station. "Ian, right here," she says, calling him "Eye-an" again. Apparently, by the way, there's a clip on the CBS site where she explains that the way his mother named him, it's supposed to be "Eye-an," but that he prefers "Eee-an." But she calls him "Eye-an." I find that uproariously funny, because there could be no story more emblematic of the pointlessly contentious, unfriendly way they both act on a regular basis. The notion of refusing to pronounce your husband's name the way he prefers to have it pronounced because you've decided that he's wrong strikes me as absolutely bizarre. I have to say, I would think you'd give him that much. Even if he's Ian.