So what counts the most, of course, is what the "Moving Company" wants. Specifically Nick, its self-appointed leader. He takes McCrae aside in the former arcade room and says the safest move is to ding two girls. As far as specific individuals, he doesn't really care, even when McCrae says Elissa's got "Rachel blood." "Let's just start moving bods," whispers Nick, to whom everything without a Y chromosome is apparently an undifferentiated mass of protoplasm.
We don't even bother with the time-wasting filler of McCrae pondering his impending nominations in voice-over -- he just calls the nomination ceremony. Everyone gathers around the dining room table and McCrae hauls the giant key box out. He starts the key-pulling, and the first safe person is Nick. Way to keep that alliance secret, Mac. Nick pulls the next key (Jeremy), and the rest of the people who are safe this week are Jeremy, David, Aaryn, Kaitlin, GinaMarie, Elissa, Helen, Amanda, Andy, Howard, Spencer, and finally Judd. Damn, that went on forever. Are there still people left after that endless litany of names? Well, yes; Candice and Jessie are the nominees. McCrae gives them both some lying, unoriginal flattery, telling Candice he wants her to play for the Veto and Jessie that she's "socially savvy," which nobody believes but Jessie. It doesn't placate her, however, as she promises in the DR to win PoV and come after McCrae. Elissa's relieved, despite the fact that her persecution complex seems to be germinating nicely, and Candice is already crying in the DR, saying she plans to win. McCrae says his only goal was to nominate unpopular people and let the MVP do the dirty work. Whoever that ends up being. We'll find out Tuesday. If anyone cares.
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