This contest doesn't seem close -- the boys clearly killed it -- but let's see. The Crystal Light execs were impressed with the sense of fun at the guys' party and with Debbie's song, and they single out Aubrey as a "star." As for potential problems, it seems that signage was the bugaboo for the boys, while branding an issue for the girls.
Inside, Aubrey is fake as shit as she enthuses about her team chemistry, but the women uniformly are incredibly positive that they won and won't point out any weak spots in the task. Trump grossly enthuses about Aubrey's ability to talk up her team. "Does she have a mouthpiece or what?" he croaks like an illiterate buffoon. He promises Aubrey a boyfriend when the show is over. Teresa is challenged by having to sum up the concept of the party using words and sentences, but he does say she'd fire Dayana if called upon. Trump susses out that they just don't like Dayana. Which is generally true, but this week, even Lisa is reluctant to point the finger at Dayana, as they're still riding high on this team unity thing.
Meanwhile, on the boys' team, the execs loved Clay, and Dee pipes up to admit that he initially underestimated Clay in the game, because ... and then he trails off because he doesn't know a better way to say "because he's a homo and all." Trump asks Clay who he'd bring back to the boardroom if they lose, and I have to say, as much as I find him a disgusting person, I have to hand it to Trump on the genius of this relatively new practice. It makes sure the winning team gets the seeds of dissent sown even in victory. Anyway, Clay dithers all the way through a commercial break, then says he'd pick Dee and either Lou or Paul. Not a great moment for Clay, game-wise. Trump HATES dithering when it comes to this question. Smarten up. Aubrey dithers much less and says she'd pick Dayana and Patricia, causing a lot of elbow-poking about how she clearly hates Venezuela.
Trump declares the men's team to be the winners, obviously. And here's how I see it: the biggest problem for the women's team was the fact that their party was not as fun. And that was Aubrey's fault, for sure. But ain't no WAY Aubrey is going anywhere; not when there's a television show to put on. So it's going to be a sad day for Venezuela in a few minutes.
The boys celebrate, and Clay gets a moment to regret that he had to call three people out on the carpet unnecessarily. Hey, welcome to Trump TV. Anyway, the boys all laugh at Aubrey crying on the monitor.