Cord tries to point out to Jet, "You're down to a tennis shoe," but Jet is too distracted by another drinker who's laughing at them. They finally drain it and get their clue while Carol and Brandy are still halfway through. "I never, ever, ever in my life want another beer," Jet says on the way to the Pit Stop. Carol and Brandy finish and follow, Carol letting out a full-on frat-boy belch in the cab. How'd you like to be one of the other four people in that car right now?
With help from Brent positioning the balls for her, Caite scores their last target, so they're off to the Haifisch Bar. Caite interviews that Brent helped her, but she still made three of the five shots for their team. We don't get to hear whether she thinks that playing hurt means they really have a higher ranking in her head.
Dan and Jordan get started on their boot. "That's a lot of beer. We're gonna be shitfaced," Jordan says.
Cord notices some of the, shall we say, local fauna of the Reeperbahn-adjacent area. "Cord, we are no longer in the Bible Belt," Jet understates. They walk down the street and into Indra, where Phil tells them they're team number four.
Jordan and Jeff are doing the soccer task. Jeff scores the first target and Jordan asks on surprise, "Oh, you gotta kick it through?" Not sure what she thought the goal was. Bounce it off the front? Make a hole in the target with your mind?
Dan and Jordan finish their beer in sixth place, just as Carol and Brandy seem to arrive at Indra as team number five. That's not as high as last week; they should have bickered more.
"Good thing you like beer," Caite tells Brent when they arrive at their table at Haifisch Bar. She takes a drink to start, then backs away from the table making very un-beauty queen-like faces of revulsion. What's with all the beer-haters on this race? I guess the bright side is I can offer to buy them all one at TARcon and they'll politely decline and I can save my money. "I hate beer," she interviews. She says it even grosses her out when Brent drinks beer then and kisses her. That would gross me out too, even if he kissed me without the beer.
The brothers reach the Reeperbahn, Dan asking if they're really in the red-light district. "Hell, yeah, we are," Jordan says, "And I'm drunk." What could go wrong? Sadly, nothing. They make it to the club in sixth place.
She-Jordan scores the fourth target for her team. The next ball that Jeff kicks misses, bounces out, and rolls all the way over to bounce off a camera that's positioned in the grass. Outstanding. That's the kind of thing that would have needed multiple takes if they wanted to do it on purpose. Finally Jeff gets his last target and they head out, currently in last place.