When we return, the girls prepare for the show. Chantal wants to walk away from it knowing that she did her best and not having any regrets. Saleisha is ready, and says this is her destiny, so she's going to go out there and do it. Jay gives the useless advice to "do you," and with a gong, we begin. One ornately dressed extra welcomes...well, I don't know who, since no one is actually there in the audience...us, I guess?...to the Royal Fashion Show. Miss J. walks down the runway, followed by Twiggy and Nigel. And then, the extra yells, "Tyra Banks is now arriving!" She is followed by several extras, one of whom holds a mushroom parasol above her head, despite the fact that it's totally cloudy. And finally, we have some folks in stilts walking down the runway, and then flanking it. Don't sleep on the stilties; they will be important later.

Jaslene opens the show, and Tyra says she's working it. Saleisha vows to bring it anew, and heads out on the runway. She says she loves the feeling she gets when she's on the runway. Chantal is next, and says she has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Her dress seems like it might be a tad more restrictive, and her walk is not quite as strong as Saleisha's. I must add that the clothes are truly gorgeous. The girls take another pass, which is more or less uneventful. On her third pass, Saleisha says she feels like a princess. You know what Chantal feels like on her third pass? A knocker-over of guy on stilts. Her very long train gets caught under a stilt, and the performer takes a serious fall. Chantal takes a minute and looks horrified, holding her long fake-fingered hand to her face and her chest. Part of being a top model is not caring if cheaply paid extras get any broken bones. You keep working, girl! With that, the show is over. Chantal is totally thrown, you can tell. Saleisha, however, is in her glory. We get another interview with Crying Chantal, trying to still sound happy. Saleisha tries to squeeze out another tear, again unsuccessfully, in her interview. Oh, give it up, Tootie.

And then, panel! Tyra tells the girls that they've come a long way and shown that they're the two strongest girls in the competition. I mean...really? I guess it was a pretty weak field. There are prizes -- a contract with Elite, a cover and six-page spread in Seventeen, and a $100,000 contract with Cover Girl. And there are judges -- Nigel Barker, Miss J. "Giant Afro" Alexander, and Twiggy. It's time for a photo review. There was, of course, the effects-of-smoking shoot. Tyra stupidly says, "You guys remember that shoot? Didn't expect the first one to be so out there like that, did you?" She's so proud of herself. Chantal's modeling showed promise, while Saleisha did a good job of being beautiful and showing the negative side. Then there was the fashion gargoyle shoot. Chantal was naturally sexy, and Twiggy thinks that her shot was high fashion. Saleisha's shot was unique, and she made it her own. Tyra thinks that girls would look at the shots and say, "I want to be her," and guys would say, "I want to be with that." Apparently, the men in Tyra's life like to refer to women as "that," which might be where a lot of her issues stem from. Climb to the other side of the wall, Tyra, where you will find a personal pronoun. Then there's the Great Wall shoot, with Tyra as the photographer. Twiggy says that Saleisha's shot is her favorite of the competition, and Miss J. agrees that she took the city by storm. Chantal took full advantage of her figure and shape and dominated her picture. And that's it! Clearly, these two do not have such strong portfolios, or we might see a few more photos.