Randal is awesome: "That's...deep." He then is amazingly, beautifully cool: "If you want her, she's yours." Like he's being generous. I guess it really is on, because his first response had to be, like, a general "Are you fucking high?" which blended quickly into a crescendo of "I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS! WHEN MY MOTHER YELLS LIKE THIS IT'S BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME!" And just when Carolyn gets ready to flip the table over and start screaming like the Incredible Hulk, Rebecca slugs another gulp of wine and grins, murmuring, "I'm still thinking." Randal interviews heavily about how much Toral sucks, how Rebecca would get in your face all about how Toral has all this talent and potential, but in point of fact none of them have ever seen her demonstrate this, but he's missing the point, which is that Rebecca actually wants to win this shit with two broken ankles. The two times Trump has been really violently impressed with Rebecca were when she laser-eyeballed him about the ankle, and when she pulled a knife on him for Toral. Come on, Randal. She didn't just randomly become stupid, today, and it's not that she just has a blind spot when it comes to Toral. Not anymore, anyhow -- she made that clear at Toral's firing that she was willing to reconsider. There's an angle here.

Carolyn asks how that might go, considering that Rebecca recommended that she be fired (and remember, it was explicitly due to team dynamic that Rebecca said that), and Carolyn basically asks Rebecca to prognosticate Toral's behavior on this task. I'm like, "Ugly and incompetent to a degree you might call trippy?" But that's just a guess. Rebecca smiles, and just as the cagey mystical oblique thing is getting tired, she levels: "We'll see." Carolyn says it might be risky, and Rebecca gets intense: "I understand." Carolyn returns the serve: "Yeah?" It's so awesome. Randal's end pick is Marshawn, the only one nobody fought about, and Carolyn breaks it down: Rebecca gets James, Chris, and -- she kind of shudders -- Toral, and Randal gets Josh, Mark, and Marshawn. Then everybody gets celebratory about how they've got their teams picked out, and how now they have employees. Everybody kind of stares around the table with their fists clenched, because they're having an adrenaline conversion issue where the body is still signaling fight/flight but it's just in reality time to eat sashimi in their dress-up clothes.