Lee fairy tale: he had a "steeper mountain to climb" from the beginning because he was either not there or his team lost all the time, but because of the fact that the show scheduled as many tasks as possible during High Holidays and for no other reason, he got played as a pawn in every single Boardroom. Although he didn't understand that he was getting just as badly manipulated as everybody else on this front, so he just lived in a constant state of fear that caused him to way overcompensate and get weird ideas about who was Trump and who was Lee and who was actually firing people. He finally rejoined his team as PM on the Ellis Island task, where he totally rocked out. Fast forward to the Microsoft task, which is where I really started getting confused about Lee and whether he was awesome or sucky. The answer is, of course, both. Sean and Lee moved on from that fantastic win to a way more fantastic one on the Embassy Suites task, which made both of them look really competent. Sadly, they then faced off against each other, which means that Tammy came back, which means that Sean will nevermore say anything interesting or worth hearing, because the show really doesn't understand why we're all here, so all the interview questions go, "Could you act skin-crawlingly gross about Tammy some more? They love that in Topeka." Which they very well might, I don't know, but I do know that it blows my mind.
In brief: Sean's doing the Barenaked Concert at Taj Mahal in Atlantic City with Andrea, Tarek and Tammy. Lee's doing the Celebrity Hockey at Chelsea Piers with Roxanne, Lenny and Pepi. I don't know if the live crowd in Hollywood is audible all the time, or if they only turn up the sound at certain times, but I do know that Tammy and Pepi get a lot of cheers, which is nice. Trump seems to feel sorry for Lee having to deal with his charity rep Lys, but only because she's a ball-busting bitch that's not pretty enough to marry or point to a car while smiling. Meanwhile, Andrea's got the Ebola virus happening.
Vast cheers over the credits, in which we get basically the only glimpse of anybody associated with this show that is not Sean, Lee, and the constant leering head of Donald Trump. Coming back, Sean receives the following: cheers that are louder than Lee's, cheers that are longer than Lee's, and boos that are less numerous than Lee's, in that they are nonexistent. Damn it. Lee's going to lose. "Believe it or not," says Trump -- and there's a certain Catskills charm in drunkenly screaming, "WE DON'T!" -- "I haven't made up my mind!" Trump tells us to go to NBC.com for some reason I don't care about whatsoever, because of the immediate, visceral, poetic, intense meaninglessness of this entire exercise.