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We come back to see Phil, Zayra, and Patrice standing at the end of the runway. Brooke encourages Tommy's "hatchet man" nonsense some more, and hands it over to the band. Gilby starts out by pronouncing them "three killer performances." He starts with Patrice, so we know Patrice is safe, even if we didn't already. He says that her voice has kept her in the competition, even though she kept doing the same performance. But tonight was awesome. "We want to see more of that from you," Gilby says. "Go sit down, you're safe." Patrice is back in the Nut Gallery. Big surprise. To Zayra, Gilby plays the "you and me" card again. Putting on a brave face, Zayra says, "You can't get enough of me, babe." I can! Gilby calls her "original," but they're having trouble imagining her in Supernova. To Phil he says, "That was your best performance yet." Cheers. But Gilby isn't convinced that Phil wants it. Not sure where that's coming from. Phil insists that he wants to be the best at everything he does, and he wants to win. Gilby tries to ask, "Win this, or be in the band?" But any answer Phil might have is overpowered by the screaming. Shut up, you guys, I actually wanted to hear what Phil had to say for once. Sadly, Gilby lets it drop and says, "Now it's time for the hatchet man." I refuse to capitalize that nonsense. Tommy straightens his baseball cap and pulls up the hood of his red sweatshirt. And we see that it's got little felt horns on it. My toddler has one of those sweatshirts. A one-year-old wearing it on Halloween is cuddly and adorable. A fortysomething piece of tabloid-bait covered with tattoos wearing it is...cuddly and adorable. Sorry, dude. Josh points in gape-mouthed amazement at this trangressive sartorial breakthrough. Shut up, Josh. Tommy pretends to hate this some more, but says that someone has to go. "Right now, this is a question of commitment," he says. "Oh, my God," Patrice mouths, seeing what's coming. Tommy tells Phil that they question his commitment and announces, "You're the next to go." The sound we hear then is the sound of four hundred human jaws hitting the floor.