Josh & Brent finally make it to the construction site as Josh interviews that this was probably one of the toughest days of their lives. "We knew we were in last and that's never a great thing, but Brent and I, we just don't quit." At least not when a non-elimination leg is overdue. After getting their clue, they lead a whole caravan of children down the street, triumphantly chanting, "Beekman Boys!" Or maybe a better word is "defiantly," because I'm not seeing a lot of triumph here. When they make it to the mat, Josh rolling his suitcase while Brent wears his backpack, Phil tells them the news is not good. Even so, Brent's smiling expectantly like he knows damn well this is going to be non-elimination, even when Phil tells them they're the last team to arrive. It's so obvious, in fact, that Phil doesn't even bother to mess with them like usual, wearily saying, "I'm pleased to tell you that this is a non-elimination leg." "Oh, God," Josh says, nearly collapsing on the spot. Phil laughs that Josh maybe isn't so pleased, but Josh vows to run the race tomorrow as hard as he did today, if not harder. He clearly owes Brent a Roadblock at the very least.
Brent says Josh gave it his all: "When I literally could not take another step, he pulled those last ten bamboo sticks all the way to the top of the hill." Okay, that's nice, but I didn't see a hill. Josh claims that if Brent can't do something and needs help, "I would fall down and die next to you if I had to." Brent says that's why they've been together 14 years. "Even though we bicker, that's why we've made it." Phil gets back to business, warning them that they'll have to deal with a Speed Bump at some point in the next leg. They say they're in, and Josh interviews that he thought he gave his all today, but it turns out there's some left in him. "We are totally going to make a fabulous comeback in the next leg," he says. "Aabar dekhar hobe (Goodbye)," Mun-mun tells them, and Josh concludes that they'll keep going from there. "Fabulous finish," Brent promises. It's all about the race, after all. Well, that and the Beekman brand.
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