In the back, Marcel asks what happened. "Yeah, I'm going home," Elia says, gathering up her things, "After the show in there? I'm going home." Mia says, "I honestly don't think Elia should go home. I think that Elia has more talent in her little finger that a lot of us. I have a successful business to go back to and you know, maybe the country is where I belong." Cliff looks benign. Betty looks pained.

The judges deliberate, but it's far less interesting to what is about to happen in the back. They really make it sound like they're sending Elia home for not being a strong enough leader.

In the back, Mia announces, "I will go home any day, so that Elia can stay here." "Don't do it," Elia says tearfully. Michael rubs his head, trying not to think of his wife's panties. "Like Cliff said, I deserve to go home!" Mia says, raising her voice, "Send my black ass home, I don't give a SHI-bleep-IT." Cliff looks down. Mia has tears on her face again, "I'm the only person in my family to make anything out of my life. The only one. Coming from where I came from, I should have been a statistic! I sold drugs when I was eleven years old! I know what it's like to walk the streets of MacArthur Boulevard [As in MacArthur Blvd in Oakland, a street where you can get both drugs AND violence for the price of one] and try to bleeping sell a rock so you can bleeping feed your family!" Bravo's getting better on their timing. It's easy if they could splice in footage of Mia doing it some other time. Not that they did or anything, I'm just saying. "Are you done playing the part of the martyr?" Cliff wonders. And he's the ONLY one who could have said that and lived. I wonder what his crackground is. "You know what? Kiss my ass! 'Cause I don't really give a bleep right now, Cliff, you were the one who threw me under the bus." Man, this Top Chef bus is assuming Stephen King-like proportions. "Abso-FUH-bleeping-CKING-lutely. Yes, I did," Cliff agrees wholeheartedly. "The way I saw it, you had Immunity. You could have sat back and let all of us bring ideas to the table; the minute I opened my mouth, you turned around and said 'no.' I'm over this bleep because I will go home, back to Oakdale and live a happy-ass life."