The Council has decided to take another crack at taking nominations for the Gold Star like they did a few weeks ago. As you'll recall, that ended up with Mallory winning the award. So really, this process is the opposite of democracy, since they ended up giving the Gold Star to the person with the least votes, just for novelty value. Let's see if that happens again. As the kids wait in line outside the chapel, Divad is totally getting her Tracy Flick on by going up and down the line with a plate of snacks. "What a briber," Greg mutters, not partaking. He's clearly not on the Divad train.
Inside, Sophia is the first to give her nomination, and she names Pharaoh. Blaine also suggests Pharaoh, as does Michael, but a couple of other kids, including Jared, vote for Divad. The snacks have not gone to waste. When Divad herself comes in, she suggests...Divad. "Surprise, surprise," Guylan mutters snidely as he makes a note. Laurel interviews that Divad is trying to get noticed, and that she hopes that the guys on the Council are as smart as she is, and will see through it. The Council seems split, and then when Greg comes in, he nominates Nathan. That doesn't help the Council to decide at all, even though Anjay is amazed that Greg apologized to Nathan. "Greg hates Nathan on a normal basis!" he bellows, loud enough for Nathan to hear him outside. We go to commercial with a sharply divided Council.
Town Hall meeting. Jonathan starts, as usual, by taking an approval poll of the Council. One by one, everyone raises a hand. Former Council member Mike stands to give props, saying that the washing machines have made the lot of a Laborer that much better. He does his workout routine again, and gets a pity laugh from the town. Maybe he'll stop now. I doubt it. Morgan stands up to say that things are getting better, but that people are getting lazier, too. And Greg is more specific, calling out people for "frying potatoes" instead of working harder. Everyone's like, "Oooooh." Divad raises her hand and says that's not all she does. She says that she also did laundry with Jasmine (Jasmine, in the back: a nonverbal "Hell, no, she didn't") and scrubbed toilets, but that no one noticed. Laurel announces that they know who's working for the Gold Star and who's working for the town. Interesting that Mike left that particular legacy on the Council. "We just want to see you work; we don't want you to tell us," Laurel explains. Jonathan goes through the formality of asking whether anyone wants to go home. No one does. So it's Gold Star time.
The Council draws into a huddle at the table. The huddle breaks up. Laurel motions them back in again. Everyone giggles. "Second thoughts," Jonathan narrates for the town. Nobody giggles. Pharaoh looks nervous. Divad looks expectant. Nathan looks bored. Finally, Zach stands -- which makes it look like it's going to be Pharaoh -- and talks up the winner in a non-specific way before announcing that it's...Nathan. Nathan lets out an unconvincing whoop -- because that's what you're supposed to do -- and stands up, as Pharaoh's and Divad's faces go slack with disappointment. Greg hugs Nathan before he heads up to take the star. Jonathan hands it over, and Nathan pretends like its weight is bending him double. As though after doing 873 loads of laundry in two weeks he doesn't have more upper-body strength than I do. And he can't think of anything to say. "Are you speechless?" Jonathan asks him. Nathan takes the out and nods, his expression either highly emotional or just really embarrassed. Zach gives an interview about how the Gold Star is for the hardest worker, and Nathan is certainly that. Jonathan asks Nathan what he's going to do with the money, and Nathan says something about his love of music and that now he'll be able to go to school to study it. Meanwhile, Pharaoh's thinking, "That's my rent, bitch." Jonathan sends Nathan off to call his parents, and reminds everyone else, "If you all work together and you're good to each other, any one of you can win the Gold Star." Meeting adjourned. Did you get that "good to each other" bit?