Sean and Andrea do some hugging, back upstairs, and she tells him that she had sold $100 as of noon, and kept selling well into the afternoon. She confirms for him that her total must have been over $200, and Allie approaches and Andrea's Hootenanny kicks in. "I just wanted to let you know one thing? That it's just stupid of you to lie?" Allie's like, "About what? Everybody said you're shitty at selling, and I've seen it myself." Andrea tells her again how "stupid" she is, this time for "going off the information" she got from the team. Which is what you call "management," no? Andrea's being so fucking weird, because even if she's right, (a) they haven't gone to the BR yet, so slow it up, and (b) the translation is "Witch-hunt me, please? Because I'm planning on going nuts in the Boardroom." Allie's like, "It's not just about a number -- you're not a strong salesperson." Andrea and Allie fight about whether or not the $110 at noon is real or imaginary, and Andrea keeps yelling how Allie is a "liar." It's even more childish-sounding than it seems, whether she's right about it or not. Andrea is "so angry" that "those bitches lied" about her, and how they're contriving to "get something on" her. She says this with roughly the energy of someone sending back their egg-white omelet because it's too crisp. Allie tries to explain how she's not getting it, and it's not about the sales necessarily -- that's just how they're trying to fuck her over -- and why can't Andrea see reason? Why doesn't Andrea understand that she's the enemy of the team and all good things in this world? Why's she being a bitch about it? Andrea wanders off, calling back all, "You're all a bunch of liars!" and "Nice try, ladies!" In the kitchen she scarfs some legumes or sesame puffs or something and narrows her eyes. "Bitches." Oh, and if you think Andrea's being particularly crazy now? Wait.
GR takes a chopper to Trump National, and fuckin' Lee tells us more about how he's in charge of space and time. "This is exactly how I scripted it! Break the streak of four losses, win this task, I'm PM, I look amazing, learn golf from the best golfer in the world...hang out with Mr. Trump in an informal setting it's great!" Lee's imaginative powers are amazing, but his basic point is: "I hoped we would win! And now we have! I rule!" He tells us how "it's amazing how you go from four straight losses" to winning, because he "felt like crap," as opposed to "how amazing" he feels, after a win. "Winning," he wants us to know, is the "best remedy for feeling like crap." But what, pray tell, is the remedy for being a douchebag? Oh, tell us, Lord Fauntleroy. They all laugh and pants around with Singh, and Charmaine again interviews about how it's a "bittersweet" win, because on one hand, the sweet is that they won the task, but on the other, the bitter, Lee's "lucky" to have gotten the PM title (by lying, I'll remind you) and now just looks even better to Trump, even though Tarek did all the prep work. Which...I'm sure he was "creative director" or whatever, and I'm sure Lee didn't come up with the whole Battery Park thing out of nowhere (both teams went there first), but I can't say he didn't earn it this week. Singh and Trump loves Lee's "swing" and Tarek's "lustrous locks of hair," and Trump just wants to watch Tarek swinging at golf balls for the rest of the day. Again: can't blame him there. Tarek's got a flattering little outfit for every occasion. Tarek gets mind-blowingly ridiculous about finding meaning in an arbitrary and complex universe, all about how Singh is a "consistent golfer" and that GR has "struggled" with that. Except one thing GR has done is be consistent. Consistently crappy.