Jessi Peralta, she of the baby oil and very literal choreography and strong resemblance to Evangeline Lilly, starts her contemporary routine folded up in a suitcase while the rest of her group writhes around the stage. Despite the judges' delight at Jessi's suitcase entrance, Nigel calls the routine a mess and says he can't give them any of them his vote. Mary says the exact same thing. And Nigel says if the other judges all feel the same way, the dancers will all dance for their lives. Wait -- if the other judges feel the same, shouldn't they all be going home? Anyway, Jessi pipes up, "I'd rather dance for my life than go home!" while the other dancers glumly wish they'd thought of something so steadfastly determined to say so quickly.

Hanna-Lee, backstage, is doing the best she can trying to come up with a solo routine on a bum ankle. Jessi Peralta dances to that Corinne Bailey Rae song again, but doesn't grease herself up this time, and to me she just looks like some stoned chick swaying in the crowd at a Lilith Fair show, but all the judges love her. This is why I think it's a problem that I don't know anything at all about dance. She's nice and fluid, but…yeah, I guess maybe I don't like this type of dancing. It bores me. But as far as her competence, I'm more than willing to defer to four industry folks who all love her.

Hanna-Lee does what seems to be an admirable job of dancing with a sore ankle, but this is the end of the road for her, thanks to Nigel and Mary. I kind of thought the work she's done on a lame ankle shows her determination and adaptability. Shane and Mia both vote yes, and Mia's quite complimentary, but it won't be enough for Hanna-Lee. Backstage, a teary-eyed Hanna-Lee says it meant a lot when Mia complimented her.

We're down to fifty dancers now, and next up, tomorrow night, the dancers will be performing a solo routine that won't be critiqued (to their faces, anyway) by the judges. But after viewing the routines, the judges will knock the fifty down to twenty. This means: tears, screaming, and at least one performer who loses her will to live.