Rose ceremony, bitches. Harrison reminds them of Brad's intentions and the stakes, blah blah blah. And now heeeeeeeere's Womack! He explains to them, as he did to Britt, that he didn't want to string anyone along by having a fake-ass cocktail party when he'd already made his decision. He claims it's for them, not because he doesn't want to feel like an asshole. News flash, buddy: You're on The Bachelor. For the second time. It's a done deal. He tells them he's cherished every second with each of them but is 100% confident that his decision tonight is the right one.
He picks up a rose and pauses dramatically before offering it to Emily. The next rose goes to... Shawntel. Harrison steps in, as usual, to really twist that knife by reminding Chantal and Michelle that there is but one rose remaining amongst the two of them. Brad picks it up, pauses for about an hour, then calls out Chantal's name. Harrison tells Michelle to say her goodbyes. She starts out. Brad asks if he can walk her out, and she stays quiet, which he takes as a big, fat "YES!" She keeps her brisk pace, and he starts to wise up when she won't let him hold her hand. She refuses to give him the satisfaction of blubbering in front of him, so he tries to keep the power dynamic acceptable by literally guiding her out of the complex like a damn GPS anova. He asks if she wants to talk. That'd be a no. He puts her in the limo and watches her drive off. He says the goodbye was bittersweet. They had an intense sexual chemistry, but he knew it would wear off and give way once they started butting heads. He is certain he made the right choice.
In the limo, Michelle wipes away a few angry tears and settles in for a nap. She refuses to boohoo about how Brad was the one who got away and how she'll never feel love again. It's the ultimate "Piss off" to the producers, and I give her kudos.
Next week: Brad meets the families, including a tour of his potential burial plot courtesy of Shawntel and Emily's daughter spotting him for the d-bag he is. Go Ricky, go Ricky!