Jay, wearing a shirt with a confounding number of pockets, tells the remaining semi-finalists that "somebody here is gonna win the competition!" Thanks, MOTO (Master of the Obvious). Jay is going to do a very simple photo shoot: "I'm gonna use my little digital camera. There's gonna be no hair and makeup and clothes, it's just gonna be all about the direction that you get from me and can you really take that direction." To all you girls out there, if you answer an ad for "Models Wanted" in the paper and some guy tells you that: run.

Jay shoots! The girls pose! Photos appear! Tyra, Jay and J. look at the photos to whittle the twenty semi-finalists down to fourteen finalists. They discuss Cassie's profession, Amanda's eyes, Julie's ethnicity, "Kristi"'s lack of neck, Norelle's braces, Yaya's zits, Nargis's lack of ambition, and Eva's insecurity. They discuss the big girls, and say that Mary is prettier and has a much more proportional body, but that Toccara has more "personality." Meanwhile, the girls twitter nervously.

The girls line up for the elimination. Tyra comes out wearing an ugly dress. Surprise. The fourteen finalists are: Ann, Leah, Kelle, Cassie, Yaya, "Kristi," Julie, Magdalena, Nicole, Amanda, Norelle, Toccara, Jennipher, and...Eva. Cut to the bathroom. From beneath a stall we see a pointy little shoe and a thong peeking out of low-rise jeans. It's Rachael. She's bawling. Rachael? Keep it down now. Voices carry. Nargis feels played out. Mary is sad and feels like God let her down. Tyra comforts Rachael and says that her look needs some work, and that perhaps she should try fake red hair like Tyra's. The finalists celebrate.

Next week: Pack your bags, y'all! You're going to Jamaica! Also, Tyra and the Elders send Amanda to The Towns in search of penicillin.