Trump points out that Synergy won despite having no cheerleaders and no cash booth and no "this or that" (even though he just named it all) -- "But how come they won? How come they sold more?" Carolyn: "Uh, because that's what they did. They sold." After an ugly little moment where Trump mangles some Yiddish in an attempt to bond with Lee, Carolyn asks them what their "incentive to buy" was. Lee, of course, says the price, and Carolyn says that Synergy had delivery on their hands. Trump yells some more about the eating contest, because he's proud of having thought of that, except for how it's not like every single person was involved in the eating contest, you stupid old man, so maybe those ten people wouldn't buy food, but that's called a loss leader. Lee: "We had thousands of people in front of our tent..." Trump, in this kind of awesome Triton, King of the Sea voice: "I don't care." He dismisses them, and Lee stops at the door. "This is my third time being PM, second time in three weeks. I step up. I can't win them all. But at least I try." I would have pulled a gun out from under the table. There's sales ickiness and then there's just pathos. This kid was raised by wolves. Begging is not being ballsy, it's being weak. Carolyn looks him up and down, hilariously, thinking how tacky that was, and Trump's response is accidentally a repeat of what Lee just said: "I guess you can't win them all, huh?"
They leave, and Carolyn scoffs. "Well. That sounded desperate." George is like, "Yikes." He tells Trump that GR "screwed up royally," had the wrong price, and was grotesquely overconfident and suffering from gender estrangement. Or, you know, something like that. Trump laughs about how Carolyn has "some strong feelings," he can tell, and she's just pissed about how Michael called them to compromise on the cheerleaders. "There is no competitive edge. I can't get behind that one." I love when she's like this, like when she wanted to scratch Tarek's face with her fingernails for setting up that shitty putting green.
Showdown! Trump lets Carolyn off the chain and she goes to town on them: "You're shitty negotiators! Weak-willed sisters! You couldn't manage to sell to a captive, hungry audience! I don't know which of the legion of failures you miserable pukes accomplished this week is more likely to make me fucking vomit!" Then she puts her head through a plate-glass window and screams, "I WILL HAVE BLOOD!" And somewhere, Allie puts a tiny little martini glass in the hand of her Carolyn doll. Lee gives Sean leave to speak, so Sean says what Lee wants him to say, and that's a sick little dynamic right there. "Giving up exclusivity was far worse," Sean monotones, and I don't know what Lee's hand is doing back there, but I'm pretty sure I saw his lips move. Trump, inspired by Carolyn's disgust, and fearing her wrath, tells Michael that he's ridiculous for doing that, and Michael's like, "I understand that, Mr. Trump, but it didn't lose us the task." And it's weird, because you really get the feeling that everybody in the room has decided that this wuss-out happened, like, during the game. That's how the conversation reads. When in fact, it happened early on in the task, and was discussed and vetoed. Before anything actually happened. And I don't know if everybody's in on that fact. Which makes it weird, because he deserves to be fired this week, because as usual Lee was right about basically everything, and Sean simply hasn't suffered enough yet, but also did his part, and Michael didn't. So yet again: right cobra, wrong reason, if he's the one to go.