Jeff asks Hatch how the busy afternoon at camp was. He makes another "target on my back" joke, and really, those are getting kind of old, Hatch, so let's get on with something else. Jeff asks Colby about their "busy afternoon of positioning." "Ultimately," Colby says, "someone's gettin' duped. Someone is having the wool pulled over their eyes. And you won't know until that vote goes up whether it's you." Asked what his vote is about tonight, Colby says, "Cuttin' out the cancer." A wee bit melodramatic, perhaps. And for Kathy? "Taking the big players out," she says. "Taking the power players out." "Surprised who you're voting for?" Jeff asks. Kathy looks around, wearing her slightly rueful smile, and slightly ruefully says, "Yeah." I called her vote right there, incidentally. You can tell from the look, although I couldn't tell you exactly why.
Ethan votes. Shii Ann votes. Hatch votes for Colby. "It does come down to this," he says. "You could've trusted me. I was...I was on your side. I know that's hard to believe, but it's true." Jerri votes. Lex votes. Colby votes for Hatch. "Hatch, you're a hell of a player. You almost had me convinced I could trust you. But my gut told me not to. I'm not going to. Best of luck." Kathy votes. Jeff goes off to tally.
While Jeff is gone, Kathy can barely keep from laughing, because she -- like the rest of America -- finds the upcoming boot extremely historically significant. When Jeff returns, the first vote is Hatch's vote for Colby. Colby does not look happy, because that should not have happened, according to his plan. Should've been an Ethan vote. But the second vote is for Hatch. As is the third. As is the fourth, and as is the fifth, and that'll do it. When the last vote is revealed, Hatch looks stunned. "I've been bamboozled!" he yells, trying to seem jolly so as not to reveal that the one thing he has sold himself on for about three years -- "I am an unstoppable player of this particular game" -- has just vanished into the ether. He thumps Colby on the shoulder as he passes, and Colby says, "We played it, didn't we?" "Yeah, you did," Hatch says. And then Jeff snuffs Hatch's torch. Snuff. SNUFF! SNUFFSNUFFSNUFF! Go home, asshole. Seriously. You've already made fifteen minutes into an hour, and the hour is complete. Welcome to cultural irrelevance. Hatch dances his way off the screen -- again, trying to distract from the fact that he just lost. Jeff speaks some mumbo-jumbo about how everyone is at risk, and then they head back to camp.