Oh, and I was right. Down in the Boardroom, Trump gets there faster than ever: "Excel only had two people. One with a broken ankle. On a street task." That's the bottom line, and I love that Trump got to say it, because it's gorgeous; say it out loud and you'll see. Felisha immediately starts in about how there's "not one single reason," but Trump again is like, "Two people, three ankles between them, though." Felisha -- smartly -- retorts that one could -- certainly, in that situation -- hire "as much staff as possible, to make up for that difference." Trump asks why they didn't, and Felisha fumbles horribly: "It just wasn't something we considered, sir." And that is when I started lobbying for her to go home. She's better than Adam in every way -- not like that's hard, given the competition -- but that shit is unforgivable. And the sick part is, she didn't avoid it because she was trying to be nice to Adam; she did it because she's still permanently stuck to Alla's ass, and that's idiotic. At this point, saying that this was a problem with the campaign as a whole -- and something she was pretty vocal about -- would be more of a diss on Alla than Adam, and she knows this, so instead of going after it, she keeps quiet. Felisha! You are dead to me! Alla doesn't care about you! You have got to know better!
Trump asks Alla about the whole budget issue (one assumes there are as many edits in this scene as possible, because the conversation only makes sense to us, the viewer, and not as a thing in itself in any way) and she replies that "One thing Adam brought to the table was to get as many carriages as possible," but that at that point, "we only had a certain amount left." Which is the only thing she can now say, so at least Felisha got her into that corner, if nothing else. Trump says they spent "too much money" on the carriages, and Adam looks worried. Carolyn -- who's quite rapacious in this Boardroom, to be honest, although mostly I like it -- asks how many carriages there were. Adam replies that there were 14 carriages. Plus only 15 people walking around equals a very unimpressed Carolyn: "Horses can't talk!" She rants (well, it's Carolyn, so it counts as a rant for her, at least) that Excel had 60 people, all of whom could communicate reasonably well. Only if New York had a Horse Harlem, she seems to imply, would this have been a good idea. Bill, refusing to break his zero out of infinity record for original thought, explains that they didn't "think big," didn't "throw the net out far enough," considering how the other team managed to canvas the entire city. And with only three ankles!