Martha meets the Matches on Chelsea Pier. They're all bundled up for a nice wet sail. "I wish I were going but I have to go -- I have to go home," Martha says, feeling the anklet start to cut off her circulation. In five hours it will be gangrene. In six hours the cops will be deployed. The Matches all say goodbye and thanks to Martha and get on the schooner. They are actually expected to help sail the two-ton craft, so they get on various halyards and pull their weight. Get it? Ryan confesses, "David and Marcela have never won before -- I was used to winning, but I wanted this to be a new team and a new experience. I wanted to put wind in the teams sails." GET IT?! "Wow, this is America," someone says, looking at the city lights. Does anyone want to point out that it's actually only New York? No? Me neither -- let them stay innocent for a little longer.

Loft. Hateful Jim leaps on the couch next to Carrie and asks her and Howie to tell him exactly why Jennifer isn't responsible for their loss. "It's a good question," Carrie wimps. "Yeah, tell me -- what was it? Did she think of the labels? Nah. Did she think of the flavor? Nah. Did she do sales? Nah." Is anyone more annoying that you? Nah. Hateful goes on that Jennifer did absolutely nothing, "and I'm wrong because I'm the big, bad loud guy?" Don't flatter yourself -- you are neither big nor bad -- you're just loud. "Wronguh," Hateful Jim says, "and Martha Stewart knows it and you know it and I know it." Carrie just stares at him, frowning. Howie has said nothing. Carrie confesses that she'd much rather have Jennifer on their team over Hateful Jim, "because I know Jennifer is not going to hurt me while I'm sleeping." Oh, please -- the camera crew would make sure nothing like that happened. I'm with Bethenny -- I don't think there's any reason to fear Hateful Jim. He's just the most annoying reality show contestant I've ever had to watch -- and I'm including Mojo in that, because at least she had a hat -- and it's extremely reasonable to assume that he will stab you in the back, front, and side. The thing to do is out-snake him and stab him before he can get at you. I don't know why they don't see that.