Drew says, "They're outcasts. They don't talk to anyone, they don't smile and have fun at this " Bill: "It started with a verbal threat, 'I'll break your legs.' Very 'innocent,' I guess, if you want to say that, a parole officer telling me he's gonna break my legs." Now this is where I'd like you to remember that Bill laughed, patted Drew's arm, and pinched Drew's fucking cheek after Drew said that, so any attempt to pretend he felt threatened is just not going to fly. It's demonstrably false. "The guy's physically capable of doing it," Bill says. Well, yes, Bill. That doesn't mean he's going to. Joe chimes in: "A burly guy with a shaved head who you know works in a courthouse " Give me a freaking break, Guido, with the revisionist history. "Two hours later," Bill continues, "he's pushing me and shoving me " Man, I hope so. I'm sorry, but I hope so.
Back to Esquire. "Play hard, but play fair," Rob argues. "There's no need to try to sabotage other teams' efforts." Bill: "It's a sequence of violence, I feel. I think women experience this all the time." Oh, for God's sake, just when I thought Bill had bottomed out. Way to exploit actual violence to serve your own ends, you creepy-ass creep. And also, creepy-ass ass. Drew: "We want to win, and it's serious. It's for a lot of money. We want to win. But you know what? I'm going to be a gentleman while I win." Joe: "You tell us. Are our lives in danger?" And they can't even keep a straight face while they try to act afraid of Drew. Man, I hate these guys. We are in full-on Heroes And Villains mode now, particularly with the emergence of Fratilyesque, and I think you know who's who. Emily closes it out in style, explaining that Bill and Joe are "the oldest people left," and she'd expect them to have some manners. "I'm twenty-one," she says, "and I have more manners than both of them combined." She's right. Rock on with your bad non-braided self, Miss Emily.
"The temperature of the race, let's put it that way, has ratcheted up 300 degrees," Bill smirks. I can only hope it gets hot enough to cook him to a nice char.
Executive producer? Jerry Bruckheimer.
Next week: Bad things are happening. People look unhappy, and lost, and it's crowded. Brennan's still got the visor on. There is some Rob arm footage, though, so there's that to look forward to. Nancy and Emily are crying, while Nancy asks her not to cuss. Aww. That looks bad. In other news, Karyn gets even nastier. I knew their happy moment wouldn't last.