You want to know what's interesting? The Marquis Jet guy was interviewed after this aired, and you know what he said about the women's "daring" ad campaign? He said, "It was disturbing to me. It was something that we would never use, in terms of the image we want to portray." So it seems to me that if you were judging this particular work for this particular client, the women fucked it up, even though they did meet with the client. And yes, the Marquis guy claimed to like the dull-as-dirt TV ad the women did (not that we saw it) and to agree with Deutsch's ultimate decision. But again, it's not clear to me that they had the same understanding of what Deutsch was supposed to be deciding, because Marquis Jet guy said he would have chosen the women because of who they were and how they approached it, but "not because of the campaign they had." It seemed to me that Deutsch wasn't supposed to be hiring for himself or his agency. He was supposed to be judging this task. It would be like giving the guys the win on the lemonade last week because you preferred their approach, even though they made less money in this particular instance. Sorry, but when the client says, "It was something that we would never use," it doesn't seem to me that you did a very good job on the assignment.
The women leave, and pile into one of those stupid SUV stretch limos I hate so much. "Oh, my, freaking, God," Heidi gushes. Her ass is so proud. In the limo, they all toast themselves. And I hate them. I really, really hate them. Amy talks happily in an interview about how they all came from "distress and dysfunction," and it ended in "triumph." Bleh. I think so, too, and I really hate it when idiots undergo difficulties that end in triumph. The limo pulls up beside the private jet at the airport, and the women get out of the ostentatious car and onto the ostentatious plane. Ereka "wooooo"s as they board. Thanks for that, Ereka. Until "wooooo," I wasn't sure how you were feeling. The plane takes off, and everyone is all happy and excited. While they're in flight, they ponder what the men are thinking. "Can you imagine trying so hard, and still losing?" someone says in a way she thinks sounds sympathetic, but just comes off bitchy. I begin longing for their defeat. Longing. Pining. Waiting. Oh, I dearly hope it will come soon.
Back at S4, the guys are decompressing. Sam says to Jason in a pushy voice, "Jason, who do you think Mr. Trump's going to fire tomorrow?" "Sam, shut up for a second," Jason commands. Sam continues to try to quiz Jason about his intentions, and winds up making Jason hate him more, if such a thing is possible. "I'm telling you I'm not going to answer you," Jason says. "And no matter what you say to me, I'm not going to answer." Troy jumps in. "Here's what I'll guarantee to you," he says. "Somebody's gettin' fired tomorrow." Hey, Troy read the rules! That cheater.