Briarcliff. Bill chats with Lesley, telling her that he understands the delay to still be putting them off until about 10:30. She interviews with a slightly unseemly level of satisfaction that indeed, the delay will throw a wrench into Bill's carefully laid plans. She asks Bill whether he knows anything about Trump's arrival, and Bill assures her that they've got everything all ready for him, even though they don't know precisely when he's expected. "Be aware of his arrival," Lesley lectures, talking to Bill in exactly the patronizing, obnoxious way I suspect she was last week when Bill complained that she was treating him like an idiot. "Absolutely," he says pleasantly. We rise up to the sound of a swelling choir as Trump's car ceremoniously pulls up in the driveway. Because on this show, when you hear the angels singing, you know that a tacky billionaire approaches.
Donald emerges, wearing khakis, a yellow sweater, and a black baseball cap. Not very appealing, that ensemble. Indeed, his bag and all his stuff are immediately pulled up beside him, just as Bill said they would be, and Trump takes them. Bill, meanwhile, is tearing into the office, telling Amy and Katrina that there's nobody at the gift table, and there needs to be, because it looks horrible. They mostly ignore him, because he's freaking out, and they've obviously started to tune out the most freak-out-like moments. Outside, Trump makes his strange, lumbering way across the golf course toward the hospitality tent. He shakes some hands and so forth. Elsewhere, Bill walkie-talkies Katrina and asks her where she is, because he's right by the gift table, and has noticed that she isn't so much right by the gift table, which is where he asked her to be. Then he calls Nick and asks for an update on the frost delay. I suspect Nick's answer is, "Yeah, still all frosty," or something equally helpful.