Jordan, in cab: If we get eliminated, I'm going back to the bar.
Jeff: Yeah, sure!
Brent/Caite are escorted through dozens of strip joints trying to find the club.
There it is, finally.
Phil: Brent/Caite, expecting bad news?
Phil: You're actually Team #7, still in the Race.
Caite: I'm speechless. Lucky #7, three times the charm.
Man: Welcome to Hamburg, Germany.
Phil: Jordan/Jeff, you're the last team to arrive.
Jeff: We could have done better. I'm sick, either sauerkraut or the beer.
Phil: This is a non-elimination leg. You'll have a speed bump coming. You're the underdogs.
Jeff: Better this, to fight another day, than go home.
Jeff conf: I feel we'll rebound. This will make us a stronger team.