Molly is next. She looks mean in a really hot way as she gets editorial among the trash. In an interview, she complains that the whole thing smelled horrible and there were birds everywhere and this is nasty and her worst nightmare. Jay gets pooped on again, and Molly says that this is unsanitary. As the photo crew checks the light, Molly asks if anyone has a bb gun and makes a shooting motion at the gulls. Eleganza! Nigel tells us that Molly is a great model when she's modeling, but when you bring the camera down she's likely to be angry, miserable, and complaining about everything. He says that there's no need to go there. I agree, but must confess that I've got some Molly in me. After watching this much ANTM over the course of my life I feel I have a right to be cranky at will.

Finally, there's Brittani. She gives some very limb-extended poses, and then basically volunteers to crawl among the trash. Desperation is totally pretty. She gets down on the ground and contracts Hep C while she gives face. At the end of it all she hugs Nigel, which I'm sure he loves. That's a wrap, and all the gulls of California have to find another orange target for their poop.

Back at home, there is Tyra Mail of Doom. Someone is going home, and missing out on a trip to Morocco. Jaclyn hopes that she has a great picture. There's so much of her that the judges haven't seen yet, she says, and she wants to prove to them that she has what it takes. Kasia asks Molly if she thinks that they'll be safe at panel because they were among the top three in the go-sees. Molly thinks so, unless their pictures are absolutely disgusting. She interviews that she did well on the go-sees and got an amazing photo, so unless the judges have gone totally mental she's going to Morocco. I love how she assumes that the judges are ever not mental. If the judges do send her home, she tells us, she will fucking freak out. As we hope for such a result, we head to commercials.