Pamela literally runs down a hallway toward a door that opens out onto the tennis court where the helicopter is leaving. She looks at it lifting into the air. "Oh, you're fucking kidding me," she says. Whoops. She heads back inside, and dramatic music accompanies the helicopter on its way to the polo event. Aw, now Trump will never know how Pamela really feels about him. It's just like the ending of a season of a show on The WB. Happy summer hiatus!
In Greenwich, Elizabeth is greeting people as they arrive, and Raj is sending John down to the members' tent to handle them. And whom is the woman with who Elizabeth is greeting? Oh, she's with Genworth. Say it again -- Genworth! What's that spell? Genworth! Elizabeth huddles with another woman who's apparently part of the staff, and tells her that she (Elizabeth) had believed that the tables had been arranged in advance, and they hadn't, so they're having to "work around" that small problem. Elizabeth then interviews that all the important people are going to wind up in this tent later. And then, there will be mudwrestling and it will turn into a key party, and if Elizabeth does her job, nobody will go home with the same person he or she arrived with. Granted, I am reading between the lines. "I know what to do," she tells the other woman, placing a hand meaningfully on her shoulder. See? I'm totally right.