B-roll of the Attention Deficit Manor at night. We're starting right where we left off, the night of Jay's play. "First we had Jay's play," says Jacinda in an interview, getting herself a little more screen time by supplying some exposition. "Then people started drinking." Yes, I think a lot of people probably needed a drink after sitting through Jay's play. Lars spins records while more people got their mugs on TV by lying to Jay about how great his play was. It's funny that Lars is a DJ from Berlin and has all this knowledge of the underground music scene there, and yet the records he spins happen to be the top-forty dreck that was in heavy rotation on MTV back in 1995, like "Scream" by Michael Jackson. And speaking of out-of-touch sexually ambiguous freaks named Michael whose last names begin with "J" and end in "son," Mike has developed some new Euro-trash dance moves now that he's been following Lars around London clubs for the past few months. He puts his hands together in prayer position, self-consciously sways back and forth, and flops his head from side to side like he's on Ecstasy. Unfortunately, it doesn't work, because he's clearly not tripping. Mike gives up on impressing girls with his dancing skills, and decides to take some ladies up to his room and show them pictures of the cars he's raced. "He was quite a charmer," says Kat, who I don't think is being sarcastic in her interview. "He was so wonderful, charming, and sparkling with my friends." "Sparkling"? Eventually, Mike becomes quite the horndog and starts honing in on Hannah, one of Sharon's friends. Hannah would be pretty if she went on Prozac in order to get rid of that vaguely horrified expression that's constantly on her face. I mean, at first I thought it was an appropriate reaction to Mike, but apparently she likes him. "Actually," Mike tells Hannah, "I was looking in the dictionary for a word that describes your beauty and they haven't invented it yet." Actually they did, Mike. Look under "B" for "beer goggle-icious." Big Ben chimes midnight and Lars asks the crowd if anyone "vants to get funky." Some British person in the crowd calls out, "Absolutely!" and...well, what did you expect from a Real World London house party? Crystal meth and unprotected group sex?