Next day, Trump and the Viceroys are hanging out on the banks of the Hudson, where there's an imaginary 30-acre park that currently looks like a dirt farm where they grow dirt. George asks Trump how he's going to handle the topography of the lot: "There's a lot of slope." For some reason it's insanely cute. Trump extemps that "we have a lot of good tractors," and he and Carolyn chuckle humanly about how he has no idea. It's fun, but I'm so sure they were just randomly chatting about that stuff. Well, not that I know what they talk about. People like that, I mean.

Capital Edge is wearing pink and coral again. Rebecca tells Trump that she wishes the Passion of the Ankle had happened in some kind of glamorous circumstance, but it was "just a fall." She doesn't point out that it was actually his horrible, worthless prize that broke her. He offers her like three times the chance of limping home, and three times she denies him: "I'm here to win." Trump likes it. I do too. Lady doesn't blink.

Trump mangles some kind of speechifying about how he's building this park, blah blah, the best park in the whole entire universe, will revolutionize parks and parking and whatever, a bold new age in recreation and leisure, and then awkwardly segues -- by way of "giving back to the community" -- to the task. The teams will buy "thousands of dollars worth" of high-tech equipment, then throw a "technology expo" at an old folks' home and teach them to use all of it. Nobody has questions, because it's an obvious, and wicked cool, idea. Trump needles Markus about how maybe he has questions -- he doesn't. Everybody's happy. Especially about that.

Randal tells a story about how the last thing he did before leaving for the show was to teach his dead grandmother about camera phone pictures, so that means he's qualified to lead this. The men immediately jump on board because they're scared of being PM and because they're all in total love with Randal. Randal feels like his dead grandmother will give the team the extra edge they need. I have some questions about all that, but I'm reserving judgment on Randal until he actually, you know, does something. All he's done so far is go to a funeral and get a million degrees and seem like quite a nice person.