Team Heidi strip down to their bikinis and dip their feet in the hot tub, laughing and cheering each other on to greater heights of success. They congratulate each other on the bounce and shine of their hair, and promise to stay friends no matter what. Heidi congratulates her team loudly for something that's very cool: not one complaint, all day long. The camera lingers on Derek a bit when she says this, but not everything has to mean something. She cheers them on for doing a great job, and meanwhile, in night vision, Tim admits that he will be telling Trump to fire Frank. Frank gets pissy and his mouth becomes a childish tight little line and he gets all huffy and stupid, immediately. Tim tries to explain that he's not the weakest teammate, but that it was a poorly managed task. Which is underplaying the horrible task management, because in fact it was Frank and not Martin who fucked it up from go, and somewhere in his dim little nut even Frank knows that. Frank shouts pointlessly a bit more; the Hot Tub Club pause in braiding each other's hair long enough to laugh at the shouting and shake their heads tenderly. How far Team Frank still has to go, they murmur to themselves, and then go back to baking each other cookies and making up their secret handshake.

The problem was marketing, not Martin's suckiness. They had little flyers that Frank not only came up with, stupidly, but spent a third of the task on, also stupidly, and also were of no use whatsoever. "Lack of hustle" comes in second to "no workable attempt to garner a customer base." Frank makes a trashy little fist and fights for his right to exist and gets pissier and pissier, and dumber and dumber, and louder and louder. Tim's fully aware of Martin's suckiness but reiterates that it was not the reason for the loss. Frank, in interviewing, gives us a quick peek into his stupid head, noting that "now that Tim's had time to evaluate the task," he's "playing Monday morning quarterback" by... evaluating the weakness in team performance and looking for lessons learned and culpability? Well, now that he's had time to evaluate the task, what a dick he is for doing so. "That's a little funny in my book," Frank pouts.

Frank, you don't have a book. You’ve never read a book, much less written one, and if you did, it would be about being a tool, not a businessman. And no, Frank, it's not "a little funny" that Tim's playing the game and evaluating team performance: it's what you do. "If Tim plays hardball," he assures us, "I'm ready to go." If Tim's going to play hardball, you'd still have to find the field, you total ass. Tim just grins at him, grossed out. And meanwhile there's Frank, who I guess doesn't see the point in thinking about the past at all. I think this is because he knows for damn sure that it was his fault, but I'm not sure he understands why, and anyway, what he doesn't need is some little shit from Harvard calling him a bad manager when he built his contracting business from nothing using only his strong hands and the sweat of his brow, and it's all just so stupid and pointless and ego-based and has nothing to do with the facts, and I may have mentioned this but I am reacting really badly to Frank. I mean, I thought Lenny was a bad person, like in his heart, but at least you could ignore him because he didn't do anything ever. But Frank screams, nonstop, with his trashy stupid voice, about nothing, and he's wrong about like everything all the time, and he is migraine-inducing and unavoidable, and I'm sorry but I am taking it personally, if for no other reason than that the sound of his voice gives me lower back pain.