The task: create a 30-second spot and print campaign for Lamborghini. The judges on this one are Linda Kaplan Thaler, a CEO ad exec, and the U.S. head of operations for the client. Chris -- the giant NFL guy I like, with the ears -- volunteers for Excel's PM, based on his ad experience, and immediately regrets it when Markus starts his usual weird, awkward, needy crap. First with the group, then with Chris specifically, then -- at a really inopportune time -- the client rep himself, floating a lame slogan ("Smooth as silk"), which Chris had already expressly forbidden. Mr. Lamborghini gives an emphatic but hilariously disinterested "No." Meanwhile, Marshawn's PM for Capital Edge, and Alla transforms herself into some kind of DP on their video shoot. She can really do anything. Marshawn takes "delegation" to a whole new level, basically appearing onscreen at not one single point in the entire episode.

Chris and the Excel boys try to work around Markus, who goes completely balls-out nuts, capering around and shouting nonsensical orders and contradicting Chris at every turn, until finally he has his walkie-talkie taken away. Seriously. Chris's irritation with Markus last week proves to be only an acorn of his reaction to Markus now, which is as a mighty oak. Which is on fire. With rage. Stripped of all responsibilities, Markus contents himself with standing around on the edges of things and being weird and intrusive. Mark heads up Excel's print ad campaign, making various screwed-up decisions you (and Markus, whom everybody ignores) can see coming from a mile away. Even as your laughter fades from watching these six ex-football players trying to master the finer points of graphic design, circle-jerking over their own artistic brilliance, and squealing things like "Love it!" and "That's hot!" at each other constantly.

Capital Edge makes their presentation first, and…that is weird. They're all dressed in black and holding up posters while whirling around to shout different words from their campaign ("Decadence!" "Passion!" "Ego-Driven!") and it's just so unbelievably queer, it's like watching karaoke, like they're singing that song from Chicago about how they killed their husbands…only about a car. However, their actual commercial really impresses both judges, and even George basically approves.

Randal returns from the funeral for the Excel presentation, which team clearly thinks they're so totally awesome. Chris talks and talks about nothing at all ("Water is…clear…which is pure and delicate…but it's also, um…powerful") and the execs are not at all impressed. Once everyone's together, they point out how Excel's entire presentation required all kind of crazy explanations and one million words. By contrast, Capital Edge's was clear and cool. Markus jumps in all about how he hated the Excel campaign all along and totally agrees with the judges that he is part of a team of ass-clowns, which Trump points out is a dick move, and it totally is, but also the right call.

Everybody but Kristi votes for an exemption next week for Marshawn, and then Team Capital Edge gets to…play ice hockey with the New York Islanders at Nassau Coliseum. That's the worst damned prize I've ever heard of. That's like on Apprentice: Martha when the winners got to do community service as their prize. Sucky. Especially for Rebecca, who sprains or maybe breaks her ankle. Toral accompanies her to the ER, and is adorable. Rebecca looks a whole lot like Natty Gann.

Back in the boardroom, George tells Excel they are all jackasses because they assumed they'd win because it was sports cars, but A) no it wasn't, and B) shut up, show, because you totally did too: ice hockey? Come on.

Carolyn goes after them because of their cruddy print campaign, and Mark takes the blame for every single mistake, and rightly so. Chris thinks Markus should be fired, and Trump points out again that Markus -- while a total douchebag, and he's not denying that in any way -- was actually right, for once. Trump tells Chris not to bring him into the boardroom for the firing. Trump then goes down the line instructing each and every person not to let Chris bring Markus back into the boardroom, because Markus was right and everybody else was wrong. Result: Chris brings Markus into the boardroom. Nobody else, just Markus. Yeah. So you know what happens then: Chris gets fired. And I can't even feel bad about it, because Donald was basically begging you not to do the thing you just did.

Next week: Rebecca's ankle swells further, and Jen M. does pushups for a creepy old man.