Since it's "important to stay ahead of the competition," Trump then abruptly sends the group on a footrace across the 525-acre grounds to find his personal helicopter. The winning team will send two members to New York to pick the better of the two Bally's locations. Chris (former NFL guy with pointy elf ears who now owns an East Texas tree farm) almost runs directly into Trump, who sidesteps and then slaps him on the shoulder like an Old West dogie. It's funny because it's his first instinct, and he looks a little rattled.

Carolyn and George watch, bemused, as the candidates demonstrate a complete lack of shame. Is this show always this demeaning? ["The why of it is kind of complicated, but: yes." -- Sars] I mean, they're all wearing business suits and the women are in heels, and they're having to run all over this golf course. It's tacky. Some of the women nab golf carts, while one of the men shouts to find the highest vantage point to search. This is kind of cool because the teams are already working together, using different strategies as a group. Chris remains at the head of the pack, and the editing shows a dead heat between him and Rebecca (I think) which was probably not that close. Most of the candidates who catch up after that seem to be women. All the men high-five anyway. Felisha, who's the "explainer" candidate in this segment, explains that this win is an advantage for the men, but the women remain optimistic.

After a title card reading Can't We All Just Get Along?, Trump tells us the basic truth of you have to get along with people or you'll fail. God, no wonder he's such a success. Not to mention his seventeen error-free marriages. "Let's just see how that plays out," he says, and you know something crazy's going to happen.

In the shuttle, Markus talks a lot because he can't freaking shut up, but the essential truth of his dull and unending platitudes gets him nominated for PM. He immediately pisses off Chris, and I'd guess everybody else, by shrinking from the opportunity because he's a gasbag but also a wuss, but not even Chris mentions the really awful thing he does next, which is playing it out long enough that he can act like the whole team is fucking begging him to lead them, all, "Fine, fine. I'll do it!" He's so toast. They are going to rip his ass to shreds and he'll never even know they've done it. I want to slap his face.

"Native New Yorkers" Tiny Brian and Fake-Hipster Josh fly in the chopper, talking of Sephora and locations. Josh explains that one location was in a relatively affluent area, while the other was in "Spanish Harlem," and thus less attractive. At the Chelsea location, Josh immediately charms the Bally's manager with a firm handshake, and they get down to business, examining the client base and demographics and wondering about the proper marketing strategy.