And now, the task portion of our program. Trump explains that Bernie, the Primary NotGeorge, is again covering for George, who is again away on business. Sigh. George doesn't really love us; he only cares about his job. Stupid job. Bernie and Carolyn will, as usual, be monitoring the teams during the task. And what is the task? Well, their assignment is to rent out the penthouse for an evening for a special event of some kind. The minimum price is $20,000. Trump claims that it's now 9:00 AM, and the task will end at 7:00 PM, so they only have the day to get the place rented. The team that gets the highest price for the space will win the task. Losers? Go to the Boardroom. The winners, on the other hand, will go on the Trump jet to Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach for lunch. Trump turns all smirky-smirk to Nick and Amy, pointing out that this would be a nice lunch for the two of them -- "very romantic." Nick plays it off, but Trump isn't done. He asks Nick if there's a relationship there, explaining that it came up in the Boardroom last night. Nick, laughing, says, "We have a good business relationship, and sometimes we engage in meaningful conversation." Okay, I thought that was a little bit funny, even though I don't much care for him or for Amy. But anyway. Trump compliments Nick on his effectively evasive answer, and then we move on. Incidentally, Trump is wearing a copper-colored shiny tie in this sequence that's very un-Trump, to me. Although I wouldn't have known he wore as much pink as he does prior to the show, either.

Troy interviews that he's the PM on this task. He says that he knows that his paper résumé isn't as impressive as some of the other guys, and he doesn't have as much formal education. He's looking to make an impression, therefore, outside of the way things look on paper. The Protégé boys sit in the corner of the penthouse, and Troy says that he wants to think about what other amenities they can offer, besides the space itself. He interviews that he really doesn't want to get this far into the competition and then fall short. "That'd crush me," he says. Oh, don't say that, Troy. You should never let yourself be crushed by Donald Trump. It's just wrong. ["Just ask Ivana. THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!" -- Sars]

Downstairs in the lobby of the Trump World Tower, both teams hit their Space Communicators and start making calls, primarily to event planners. Troy calls someone. Nick calls someone. Troy explains that they've set up several meetings during the day to try to seal the deal. Bill tells someone on the phone that the penthouse is 5500 square feet, which makes me laugh, because my old apartment would have fit into that penthouse ten times. That explains why I used to have such a hard time getting $20,000 when I tried to rent it out for parties. Bill tries to describe the Trumpenthouse views on the phone, which is a nice try, but...no, you've got to get the people up there. Because you can't really explain those windows; they must be experienced. As Protégé heads for a meeting with the person who normally leases the space, Kwame tells the other guys that he thinks they need to find out what the normal lease price is, what kind of pitch she uses to sell it, and so forth. In the office of Elaine, the director of sales, she explains that it rents in approximately the $40,000 range. Boyfriend Bill interviews that it's a lot of money and a big commitment, and it's not easy to convince somebody to sign on for that kind of money in a short time. He thinks the key will be "finding the right person at the right time." Oh, isn't everything. Furthermore, I'm fascinated by the tube Boyfriend Bill is toting around, which looks just like the one that the Brady Bunch ran all over King's Island looking for back in the day. I'm not sure what he has in it, but it would be really funny if it were a poster of Yogi Bear.