Marie is now driving aimlessly around town, telling Tim that she has no idea where they're headed. They're passing the high-rise drying racks in Svolvaer again when Nicole & Travis pull up next to them and realize the exes are in trouble. Nicole interviews that she could see that both Tim and Marie were desperate, "And something just clicked." And back in her car, she says, "I will tell you -- I want the Express Pass." Awesome. About damn time someone turned Marie's shit around on her hardcore like this. Nicole interviews, "We earned those the first time and lost them because of a stupid mistake that we made. Now we can make up for it and still have the Express Pass." We see her back in her car, pressuring Marie, "I want the Express Pass. Do you want the Pit Stop or not?" Marie interviews obnoxiously that her "immediate response was no," because that's how she is; she's now got two good reasons to give the ER docs the Express Pass, counting the one she herself mentioned earlier, but since it's now someone else's idea and doesn't fit with her preexisting plan to hold onto her all-powerful talisman for an entire additional leg, she finds it offensive. She's just so used to being the boss of everyone because of that fucking thing, even if she's the only one who thinks so. But let's see how that works out for her, shall we?
"Do you want it or not?" Nicole asks twice more, and then she and Travis walk away from the deal. Or, more precisely, drive away, leaving Marie with no idea where to go and an Express Pass that she can never use for herself anyway. Nicole's "Well, I guess I told her" face is the last thing we see before the dreaded (but, this late in the hour, totally expected) words, "To be continued." Well, there are a range of possible outcomes for next week here. Worst-case, Marie cools down and realizes that there are other teams who know where the Pit Stop is and she bribes one of them instead. Best-case, she sticks to her guns and gets Philiminated with two Express Passes in her possession, and Express Passes are permanently eliminated from the show. However, a non-elimination leg that renders it all moot is somewhere in the middle, and alas, probably the most likely scenario. We shall see.
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