More swanky music to meet Trump & Trump, on a horrible cloudy day, at the Santa Monica beach. Ivanka is wearing black gauchos, and looks totally awesome as usual. Nicole's hair is pulled back so harshly from that face of hers that she looks like she's on rumspringa. Trump talks about how everybody loves the beach; Derek rolls his eyes, and he hasn't even seen Trump's inability to deal with the outdoors yet. They're going to be dealing with Trina Turk, who apparently is a swimsuit maker of some popularity, and Ivanka explains that they'll be designing and manufacturing lines of men and women's swimwear, and then hold a fashion show on the beach, with Turk as the MC. They'll be provided with hair and makeup people, and a secret number of models for the show. This is the result, I guarantee, of somebody noticing the ratings for Project Runway and saying, "Why don't we do that?" And nobody gave this person the correct answer, which is: "Because it has jack-all to do with the concept of our show? Which is about business acumen and not fashion design?" I don't know whose job it is to answer those questions, but they were gone today. Probably at the beach; probably wearing Trina Turk. Or pink paisley man-panties. Trump drops the bomb -- for all we know, he is making this up right now live on camera -- that the winning team gets a bye next week. They literally won't have to participate in any way. Which is so, so dumb, and causes Jenn and Aaron's mouths to drop open. (And Nicole's, but she was already doing that.) Derek goes "Hoo!" in concern for the losing team, which is obviously going to be Team "Arrow." As much as I talk about Derek more than is justified, this week I need you to pay attention, because this episode uses Derek as effectively and as subtly as a brickbat through the screen, to get its point across: as Kristine interviews for us all the things we just heard, Derek puts his arms around Angela and I think Jenn, and the group takes off. Remember that image, because it's important.