Last week, Hateful Jim proclaimed himself invincible, and David went home to study how to go electric and get booed at The Royal Albert Hall.
The (im)Clones discuss who should come back and, because this episode was SO BORING, it's cut to make it appear that Marcela's return would be more controversial than David's. Marcela pulls her suitcase back into the suite -- wouldn't you hate to be the one loser on this show who hadn't fadded up to a Travel Pro roller suitcase, and instead had to yank your gorilla-tested Samsonite hard-side by its strappy pull-tab? It doesn't really make for a graceful exit or entrance when you're smacking and kicking your luggage against the walls just to rebalance it on those stupid multiple-personality wheels. The reception is subdued. However, if you were as freakish as I was last week and noted that when Marcela entered the suite, you could clearly see someone sitting on the couch opposite the door clapping as she walked in, then you might yell at the silent injustice of it all, as I did. Marcela tells her team that she bears no ill will toward any of them for what went down in the conference room.
Carrie and Sarah, a.k.a. the Buzzkill Spinsters, put their heads together to plot Sarah's ascension as the team's project manager. Elderly Carrie pledges her love, blood, and loyalty to the embryonic Sarah, and Sarah takes her up on it. Carrie says something about the blondes controlling everything, which means a blonde should fit in here but I'm not conscious enough to bleach one in. During this exchange, Carrie tugs at her face as though she's trying to pop a zit.