Previously: Eight weeks passed and no one cared. Last week, Trump switched up the teams and made them coed. Then David was fired. In the suite, everyone debates who will come back, blah, blah, OF COURSE it’s David. Anand says something arrogant about how he’d actually like everyone gone, to be honest, and there’s a reason he’s here and the other three are in there. The women come back in and hug everyone.
Poppy thinks they’ll be a much stronger team (Anand, Stephanie, and Poppy) now, but Clint — David’s biggest hater, if you’ll recall — tells them they have a creative void now, and wonders who will be creative on Fortitude now. They want him to shut his mouth, and I do too. It turns out Clint and Anand hate each other. Because Mahsa and David are gone, and there has to be some drama. Short version of “Money, money, money,” which means fifteen seconds of more episodes, and more weecapping for me. Boo!
But, wait! Boardroom time already. They all line up in casual-looking clothes. Trump’s already there, and tells them he’s just been given some disturbing news, that Anand has been text messaging people and asking them to bring in money. Wow. No suspense or buildup to that at all. He asks Anand if it’s true, and Anand says it’s not true and he hasn’t texted anyone regarding money. Trump tells him that if he did it’s a clear violation of the rules and asks again if he did it. Anand again says he didn’t do it. Trump: “Want me to read you a text message?” Dude, have these people not learned that you do not lie to Trump in the boardroom, like, ever? Anand smirks and stumbles over himself a little. Trump reads: “It says, ‘Come to Trump Tower, from 10 to 1:30 p.m. Bring at least $50 cash. Pretend like you don’t know me. Need to buy a pedicab ride from me or one my teammates. I’m project manager, so my ass is on the line. I’m getting close to the top. I won’t have my phone with me, so just come by and pretend like we don’t know each other.”