Carolyn gives the Gold Rush report: they used "simple marketing techniques," and the slogan "It's a big deal," and they sold 40 memberships. Carolyn is a spinmaster, because "simple marketing techniques" here means "slightly less advanced than those of the drunk carny-looking guys that sign you up for credit cards your freshman year." George says that Synergy did things differently, using the blimp, manicures and massages to create an actual event. They sold 43 memberships (which is not a huge margin, but the only salespeople we saw nailing it -- or even just making sales -- were on Gold Rush, besides Michael and maybe Sean, so I tend to the think the massage/manicure stuff was valuable regardless) and Brent yells, "Yes!" as Michael embraces him and Allie. Brent! Too much! Stop trying so hard! It's the essence of cool! No trying! Zip it!
Synergy gets to go to "the Wharton Club," known by most people as The Penn Club, and they'll get to, as Trump tells them -- Brent's stupid head boggling all over the place at the powerful advantage he's going to take of this -- "You're going to get into my head for an hour." God. That's like...I don't even know. I don't ever want inside Trump's head.
Up at the suite, Tarek is yelling at his minions about how Summer "has got to go," and how they lost by three memberships. Which is true, and Summer needs a good hard slap for it, but is...beside the point, and the fact that only Lee, and possibly Lenny, get that they're all inches from following Tarek all Helter Skelter into the fray is really creepy. I prefer to believe that, in fact, they all know he's the hotter form of David Koresh, and are just playing along for now, but I doubt it. Darling Dan is the full-on Squeaky Fromme, getting very fucking intense and proselytical about how there's one person that "didn't give 110 percent," and how if asked they'd all "point at one person." And Theresa is like the Ulrike Meinhof: "Who throws the entire team under the bus before you even know if you've got a winning team?" It's a bit early for the "throwing under the bus" analogy, if there is in fact a valid time for that, but also: crazy superlative projection much, my Psychotherapist/Wellness-Center-Owning friend? "The task fell down because of Summer: her negativity, her ineffectiveness, and her lack of follow-through...she has to go. Buh-bye." That's so awesome that eight bajillionaires could not combat the insidious influence of one ditzy ho from Huntington Beach. Her unwillingness to dial a phone was simply too powerful. Dan and Charmaine and everybody scream their asses off about how she needs to go, nearly clapping in unison, but Lee is having a huge Orthodox problem with how lashon ha-ra kills not just the person who speaks it and the person of the receiving end of it, but also the person who hears it. He is also, on a more secular note, packing some huge guns, for having such a skinny neck. Lee speaks up to Tarek about the complete lack of a creative idea, and Tarek stares at him in creepy slow motion.