Aaanyway, Boyfriend Bill is old news now, so Trump is looking to hire someone new to run "one of [his] many companies." In a very strange shot, we watch a bunch of people pass in speedy-vision, while one guy walks down the street in real time, looking down at something he's reading and frankly behaving in a rather slouchy way as high-energy blurs go by him on all sides. This all occurs as Trump is explaining how very dynamic the person he's looking for must be, and I suppose we're supposed to think that he is looking one person out of a blurred zillion, like Slow-Walking Guy here, but Slow-Walking Guy really doesn't look like a great hire, frankly. Slow-Walking Guy looks like on his first performance review, the box for "Takes initiative in looking for creative solutions" will not be checked. "Keeps vertebrae aligned" may not even be checked. "I'm looking for...the Apprentice!" says Trump. Assorted skyline shots. Because New York porn rules! Woo! Go, New York porn!
A giant Delta Airlines plane (okay, it's probably a normal Delta Airlines plane, but as with everything on this show, it's shot to look like an approaching Visigoth) arrives at what is probably one of New York's many confusing airports. Trump voices over that this is no game. "It's a fifteen-week [!] job interview," he says. A bald man we can call Bald Man gets off the plane. As Trump breaks the news that there are now eighteen candidates (up from last season's sixteen -- hey, that's totally more! This will be so much better!), we watch the camera slide lecherously up the form of a leggy blonde. We'll call her Leggy Blonde Part I. We then see a guy who demonstrates what Ethan Hawke would look like if he went through whatever change affected Anthony Michael Hall and made him all bulky. And then? A twelve-year-old is on the subway all by herself. Hey, she needs supervision! Next, we meet Beady-Eyed Man With Oddly-Shaped Head. And then a woman who has very, very short black hair and a bright green jacket that screams, "I learned how to dress like this from reading The Devil Wears Prada." Traffic flows unrealistically quickly in Manhattan some more, and then Trump explains that some of his candidates have great educations from great institutions that almost never advertise during Pimp My Ride, while some of them only have high school diplomas, and will be brought to the final four or so, only to be mercilessly bounced from the competition and find themselves drinking heavily while inviting the Ivy League to suck their left one. The last part about "left one," he does not say out loud.