To the side, Tyson talks to Perry, who has some physical problems going on. Back home, he was trying to stay in shape playing basketball, and rolled his ankle. It looks messed up, and is still sore, but he's determined to tough it out. Now, I don't always believe in playing hurt, and I do know that leaving something like that without taking care of it can mess you up, but Perry seems cool about it. I am reminded of the bullshit one might see on other modeling shows where some girl gets a headache and just can't bring herself to put on the giant lobster claws and hang from a building that day.
Back at the house, the kids find portfolios for each of them with the photos from their first day with Lee Strickland. They are all really excited about their photos. "I was amazed, astonished," says Jay. "Is that me?!" Holly loves hers, and FRANKIE declares himself the obvious winner. Poor Aryn decides somehow that her shot makes her look "bigger," and breaks down in tears. I think she's most upset because of the way her legs are crossed in the photos, making her hot pants bunch in a, let's call it, unattractive fashion. She's just disappointed in herself, she says, and really, she's being pitiful, because the picture is fine.
Perry announces, to almost zero reaction from his housemates, that he's on his way out to the hospital to get his foot checked. In the car, he says he just wants his foot to be okay so that he can move himself forward in the competition. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, FRANKIE dogs Perry out. "For my sake," he says, "I hope that he doesn't get better. That's really grimy, but hey, this is a competition, you know? The more out that's not me, the better for me, you know?" Yeah, we know. Stop talking, pretty boy. It is, indeed, grimy.
Also grimy, Perry's cast. Yep, he gets back to the house, having learned that his foot is broken. His foot is wrapped and booted, and he says that, regardless, he's not going home early. He'll just take it off on the catwalk and not let it slow him down at all. "I worked two jobs to get out here," he says. "I'm not gonna let a foot problem send me back, because I don't know if I'm gonna get a chance like this again." You're a true hero, Perry.
The next day, the models arrive...somewhere...for their first big catwalk show. Niki tells them that it will be very important, because at the end of the day, three of them will be put up for America's vote. And now she must introduce someone, she says, to come out and show them what they'll be wearing. And, voila, it's Tyson! In a robe, and not much else! He drops it to reveal some tiny bathing trunks, and I pause for a slow clap. So, they'll be modeling swimwear -- bringing out the big guns first, I see. Good for you, show. The kids look nervous enough about it, but get even more jittery when Tyson reveals that two brave guys, and two brave girls will have to wear thong swimwear. I don't know why this is a big deal to people with perfect bodies who just stood around in underwear and unitards, but apparently it is. Names get drawn for this honor, and it's Ben and Casey for the men. "My family and my wife, they're gonna laugh," says Ben, grinning. "Especially my fellow officers. I think they'll have a field day with it." Aw. You know screenshots of Ben's ass are on every wall of the Nashville prison now. If they weren't already, I'm saying. On the ladies' side, it's Jacki and Shannon. Pardon the interruption, but every time I type Jacki and Shannon's names together, do you think of Jackie DeShannon? I do.
The stylists, whose names I cannot catch but who are probably very important bathing suit/jewelry stylist people, come out and get started. Jacki is freaking out about the thong. I honestly do NOT get it, but she feels like it would be wrong to wear it, and her eyes are filled with tears. Meanwhile, under the watchful and amused eye of FRANKIE, Casey is subjected to ass-shaving. "It's not very tasteful to me," says Jacki. "I don't think I want to wear it." But see, the thing is, isn't it true that a model's opinion of the clothes doesn't really come into play backstage at a fashion show? Don't you just have to whip off your clothes and wear whatever they put on you? What is the problem? I mean, I would never wear one, but I am not in a supermodel contest.