They all pile silently onto the elevator and stare straight ahead, and back in the empty, scary Boardroom, Carolyn calls it one more time "the worst defeat we have ever seen," and Bill bloviates about how "none of them stepped up to the plate" -- making this the sixteenth time he's said that this episode, blowing all previous records out of the water as though he works for the Trumpanies -- and that "none of them hit the mark." He feels it "had to be done," but he's staring all puppy-dog at Trump as he says it, like, "Right? Had to be done?" Trump stares idiotically into the camera, looking more bloated and silly than ever -- you know that sick, satiated face he gets? Where he's like so at peace with everything because he's the boss of everything? That face -- and says, "Life continues." Like it's the most profound goddamn thing anyone's ever said.

Getting into the Crazy Taxi, James looks most likely to cry and Jenthura looks most likely to laugh and basically smiles weakly the whole time. I'd laugh too, if I had to share a fake cab with not one but three of my teammates. The music goes all nuts, you know how it does, and the pre-taxi credits roll, and then we are treated to several minutes of priceless, gorgeous, hilarious footage of the four of them staring at the camera, fidgeting slightly, silently staring ahead, not speaking or laughing or doing anything much except thinking, "This is my life. I've already accomplished so much, and here I am having to have this be my NBC legacy: sitting in a fake NYC cab while effing Markus sits up there all fnur fnur and making dumb jokes and being all smooth as silk. This is my life." We cut to the exterior as the sax goes crazy, the car turning around a corner, and just as you think we're done, the music crescendos and we cut to...the interior of the car again, hideously, wonderfully, as they stare and stare and stare, broken and humiliated and utterly without victory. Goodnight, sweet Josh. Goodnight, James, and Mark, and your variously palatable smiles. Goodnight, Jenthura, I'll always love you. Goodnight, sweet Apprenti, goodnight, goodnight. Dude, that was awesome, no?