Elizabeth tube-top-terviews that there was a "huge misunderstanding" (by which she means "calling out of me") about the reasons Stacie ended up in the Boardroom. Apparently, she would like you to think she took Stacie for purely task-related reasons having nothing to do with the Boardroom pile-on. This might be credible, except for the conversation she had with Stacy last week in which Elizabeth admitted that she didn't have much of an argument after the task as to why Stacie should be fired. She only took Stacie after Stacy cranked up the firefighter analogies and started acting terrified for her own well-being. Back in S5, Raj puts aside his undoubtedly preoccupying thoughts about which bow tie he will wear tomorrow and tries to show Elizabeth a little sympathy. "You must have had an unpleasant day today, huh?" Sigh. You'd think that if the women were going to be backstabbing, gossipy, sharp-clawed stereotypes, they could at least play both sides of the coin and not be utterly shown up in the sensitivity and sympathy departments by a guy who wanted to name the team "Dreadnaught." Elizabeth wearily says she's not even really up to talking about just how crappy her day really was. She interviews that it was like being "kicked in the stomach." And she wasn't sure if she was getting up. Maybe for the rest of the show, she'll just lie around. I hope it's not a spoiler if I say that I'm not sure it would make her any less effective or any less likely to win.
In one of the bedrooms, the arguing continues, as Jennifer M. and Elizabeth continue to display the acute mutual dislike that has only bubbled lightly during the regular shows but bloomed like a clump of spring crocuses in last week's Extra! Boardroom! Footage! Jennifer complains about the lack of leadership, Elizabeth remains frustrated...and at one point, Maria snaps at Jennifer C., who is sitting on the bed, "Get off my designer suit!" I just want to say that no one who has ever said, "Get off my designer suit" -- and actually, no one who has ever said "my designer suit" -- is anyone you would find particularly worth talking to. In an interview, Maria complains that Elizabeth acted like she'd "never had anyone not like her before." I hate it when Maria is sort of right, because I feel a strange momentary compulsion to wear praying-mantis green and blink like I have sawdust in my eye. In the suite, there is more bickering, and Elizabeth thinks they're all out to get her, and the scarf (shirt? Prada sling?) around Maria's neck looks weird, and Elizabeth has "never felt more uncomfortable in [her] entire life." Boy, I heard that, sister. Jennifer M. snaps at her, "I'm not getting in the sandbox with you, Elizabeth. Grow up." And...yeah, I heard that, too. We fade out on a shot of a bed with some hangers and some papers on it. Because when these women have failed at everything else, they will cling, as do useless businesspeople the world over, to wardrobe and paperwork. See? It's a show that makes you think.