Excel does their exemption vote for Randal, and it goes like this: Clay and James have their hands up before Trump's asked the question, then Markus, and then everybody, including Josh and Mark, who previously were on the "no exemptions ever" team. James smirks creepily some more. He keeps doing it, I'll keep mentioning it. The reward, in keeping with the "theme" that doesn't actually exist, is about "giving back to the community" -- this time, to children who are in the hospital. Adam smiles because he's a child and thus supports toys. Marshawn looks really pleased by this reward, and Clay almost cries. Trump starts in again with the "thousands and thousands of dollars" and mentions how the children in the hospital are "suffering and having a hard time," and for the third week contrasts the perk-filled and luxurious life of the candidates with people who are less fortunate and don't have the good luck to be on The Apprentice. It's so weird when he does that, and he always does it. Is this because he wants us to think that being on this show is a good thing? Because if he's not got us fooled about that by now, we're smarter than you might think.

Trump addresses Capital Edge with the chestnut about how when you're "giving to the community" of old people, there are no losers, only winners, so...they're kind of winners, except for how they lost. And someone is getting fired. Randal helps Rebecca with her chair and crutches and stuff, and okay, I love him. Fine.

The women return to the suite looking stressed. Jen W.'s posture, among other things, is horrible. She whines to us in interview about how Rebecca "stabbed her in the back" (So?) and how she's "very, very" lots of things, mostly resolving down to being very, very disappointed (So? Times one thousand?) in Rebecca. She cries with Kristi and Kristi tries to calm her down, and she kind of goes ballistic. "I'm just so fucking tired…" And then she hurls herself back onto the bed and starts screaming: "And I don't even like to cuss! I'm a-gonna take a piece of soap to my mouth right now!" Kristi's like, "Whoa! Dude! Hey, Jen!" and everybody but Rebecca and Toral sits on the bed looking dour and watching her lose her mind. Dear reader, I know we haven't been together long, but surely you know by now how deeply offensive I must find all of this. I would not have sat still for five seconds of this bullshit, and I sure as hell wouldn't have been an audience for it. How toxic can you get? Women in business don't cry, my dear.