Peachy immediately attempts to stir up some conflict by asking the five remaining Chuay Gahn members to consider that all of the jury members are from Sook Jai, and thus will control the majority of the final vote. He says that, up until now, Chuay Gahn was in complete control and able to systematically eliminate the others, but in doing so they "put [their] fate in [Sook Jai's] hands." This causes the jury members to grin and exchange proud looks with each other, which is so silly. They're there because they lost, so the fact that they have a small amount of power now is not much to brag about. Still, Peachy wants to know how it feels to know that it might be too late to affect the jurors' decisions, but really, that has nothing to do with which tribe they were initially on. In any case, Clay says that it's a scary feeling, and that he lies awake at night thinking about it. About that and the fine asses, of course. He points out that they have to vote for someone, and he hopes he's one of the final two. He then exhibits the psychosis typical of competitors on this show, launching into a third-person diatribe in which he attempts to determine the "best way for Clay to do it."
Helen admits that Sook Jai has the numbers, but points out the obvious: they have to vote, and unfortunately it will be for a Chuay Gahn member. She hopes that when it comes down to it, they'll vote based on merit and who was decent to be around.
Peachy asks whether Brian thinks his fate is sealed within his own tribe, and Brian ponders that no one's fate is ever sealed "until the fat lady sings, as I like to say." That's a pretty cool phrase Brian coined -- maybe it will make it into the popular lexicon. He says that with only a couple of days left, he can't predict what will happen.
Peachy asks whether Jan feels an "added burden" because she selected the tribe, and she responds that it gets harder to vote people off because they fought their way this far together. She concludes, "There's very little difference between any of the five of us." Except one stars in porno movies; one has a recipe fetish; one likes nice asses; one buries her dinner remains; and one grinds unwittingly in his sleep.
We don't see any of the votes, but we hear Helen say, "You're a fierce competitor and so am I, which means it's down to you or me, and it's gonna be you before me." Clay casts his vote based on "nothing but strategy and it's time for you to go."
Peachy heads off to tally while Ted sniffs the air and Jan looks weepy. The first two votes are for Ted, followed by a vote for Jan. The third vote is for Ted and gong! That's all he needs. Ted gathers his belongings while no one manages to look him in the eye. He doesn't particularly want to look at them either and mumbles at them to "take care," as Peachy snuffs his torch. As Ted exits, Peachy wraps it up by pointing out that they've officially lasted thirty-six days and made the Final Four. Over the next three days, Peachy reveals, there will be three Tribal Councils, two immunity challenges, and one ultimate winner, who will be selected by the jury. And in a recap past, I did a little riff on The Twelve Days of Christmas, but what Peachy said also works quite nicely for the first three days, anyway.