Next up was the task of managing a shift at Planet Hollywood, where...well, no one cares what happens there. The women, as Trump says, resorted to "their usual tactics." We see the hooker boots, the teeny skirts, and the generally bottom-rung approach taken by the women. They don't show the part where Katrina told some guys who said they would rather come the next night (the men's night) that Planet Hollywood was closed that night. It's a good thing Katrina never made an enormous, puritanical stink about someone else's business ethics, or she might be looking like a bit of a hypocritical horse's ass right about now. ["HATE!" -- Sars] Anyway, the next night, Troy and Kwame launched the Autograph Scheme, in which Kwame -- never, apparently, giving anyone any false information about who he was -- sat in as a celebrity and learned that a lot of idiots will pay money for your autograph on the sheer expectation that it might be worth something. Troy felt that this was a "creative spark of genius," but it ticked off Bill and (even more) Nick. Bowie, on the other hand, had no luck pushing the Planet Hollywood merchandise, because the people he was trying to sell to weren't idiots and it isn't ten years ago. I kind of felt for Bowie in this task, I now remember, because...Planet Hollywood stuff? Who buys Planet Hollywood stuff anymore? I think even Schwarzenegger sold all of his on eBay a few years ago, didn't he?
But anyway, in the Boardroom, it was Kwame, Bowie, and Nick. Trump wasn't happy with anyone, but was more taken with the promise of Kwame and Nick than with Bowie, so the Hogg went home. In his bonus interview, Bowie tells us that his biggest tactical error was not stepping forward as more of a leader. Wait a minute, you're not supposed to actually learn anything! Who let this guy in? He also says, though, that had he been the PM at Planet Hollywood, they wouldn't have lost. Hmm. I don't know about that one.
So then we had the shuffle. Eight women, four men...yes, indeed, time for a shuffle, or soon it's going to be a bunch of women against an empty pair of Dockers. The PMs picked new teams, and Amy, Ereka, Katrina, Tammy, Bill, and Nick went up against Omarosa, Heidi, Jessie, Kristi, Troy, and Kwame in a task to resell things at a flea market. Kristi had a bad day as leader, and Heidi and Assorama bitched to each other (what cooperation...we will never see it again) about how bad Kristi's leadership was. Even Kwame admitted that Kristi was "helter-skelter." As a matter of fact, they managed to lose some money. Two hundred dollars, actually. The reconstituted VersaCorp was successful over the reconstituted Protégé, and Kristi talked to her close personal friend Jessie about the fact that she was going to take Heidi to the Boardroom. Heidi was her usual classy self, bitching about how unfair it was until half of the women in the suite wanted to put a pen in her eyeball. And oh, the skirt with the white stitching on the ass...Heidi, Heidi, Heidi. As you enjoy your remaining twelve seconds of fame, I certainly hope you're not wearing that. Would you really want to be remembered that way?