The last shot is fucked up: Andrea crying, rushing down the foyer, and the voiceover and chyron come up announcing the phone-in winner, so it's like this.
Voiceover: "Congratulations to Abernathy Sneedler, our $10,000 winner!"
Andrea: Sniff. "Oh my God." I'm probably dying.
Nice. Next week: Live! Who will win? Competent but immature and fucking annoying and delusional and planless? Or gormless and distracted and Ebola? Whoever wins, Trump loses, and that means we do too. Voting -- for however that plays into the finale -- will be going on all week.