Coming from the commercial break the audience finds they’re still at the restaurant. Brandon is on one knee before the lovely farmer, who appears to be stunned. Neither of them seems to notice the negative affect this behavior is having on one of the other contestants. The sound of Brandon’s voice is heard over the restaurant patrons as he loudly professes his love and devotion to Suzi.
Gilbert’s hands are in a fist as he holds them to his side, his teeth clenched as his anger boils within him. His eyes flash towards Danny as he announces the taxi has arrived. Clenching and unclenching his fists, Danny and Gilbert face off silently. His brow furrows, he sighs and turns to walk away. Danny exhales in relief.
Brandon fumbles his attempt to stand, staggering forward a bit taking Suzi by surprise. Regaining his composure, Brandon grins sheepishly.
Suzi hesitates wondering what prompted this display, all the right words, but did she feel the same way? “Thank you for sharing that with me, that was very sweet.”
Gilbert grunts his disapproval as he walks down the steps.
“It was my pleasure… I have to warn you though. I plan to win. I will spend the rest of my days… days… weeks… no, no, years proving this to you,” Brandon bows deeply as Suzi giggles.
Danny watches as things unfold, hesitantly he places a hand on her elbow, “Lady Siren, it is time to depart.”
Suzi rewards him with one of her brilliant smiles, “Thank you, Danny.”
Danny quickly makes his way to Brandon’s side, his voice low, his tone urgent, “Dude, watch yourself. Keep clear of Gilbert tonight, let him cool off… seriously.”
Brandon looks at him confused, “Why?”
“Something just snapped in him, you weren’t paying much attention but if you could have seen the look on his face…”
Brandon pauses to look at Danny, “I’m not afraid of him.”
Brandon pauses at the top of the stairs and watches quietly the retreating back of Gilbert. Brandon’s eyes narrow momentarily as he tries to ‘read’ Gilbert by his movements, shoulders rigid, looking straight ahead stiffly. He snorts, a cocky smile placed on his lips, he raises his head as if in triumph and makes his way to the waiting taxi.
Suzi walks a bit slower, her mind racing, her stomach in knots, something wasn’t right and her steps stagger slightly. One hand on her tummy she looks at the van with uncertainty.
James straggles behind the others, enjoying the sudden popularity. He grins at some, waves at the kids, thanks the staff as he makes his way to the taxi.
Standing at the taxi, she notes a pained, no angered, maybe stressed… she isn’t sure what is going on with Gilbert. She reaches a hand out as Brandon miscalculates the curb and bumps in to the back of the taxi. “Oh!”
Brandon waves her off. “No harm. I’m fine. I’m fine.”
James opens the front passenger door and holds it open for Suzi. Gratefully she slides in to her seat and folds her dress in so he can close the door. She leans her head back on the headrest and closes her eyes, listening to the quiet hum of the engine.
Once more the audience finds itself back at the familiar farmhouse. Standing in the darkness Gilbert waves them off. “We’ll be in shortly. I just need to have a talk with Brandon.”
Danny hesitates before walking slowly towards the front door. “You sure?”
“Ya, I’m fine!” Brandon waves him off and Gilbert gives him a reassuring nod.
James stands at the front door, handle in hand unsure of the situation. He follows Suzi and Danny in to the house closing the door behind him.
Brandon starts in immediately, “Listen. You’re just sore you didn’t think about it first. Come on. Admit it. She’s crazy about me and you hate it. You don’t like the competition.”
Gilbert shakes his head slowly while Brandon speaks, allowing Brandon the time to say his piece. “Don’t you shake your head at me. I know. Mr. Control Freak. You don’t like losing. Well you’re gonna!”
Gilbert’s hands are clenching and unclenching as he holds on to his anger. “Brandon, you’re so messed up.”
Brandon blinks, “Am not.” His voice rising an octave.
Gilbert moves quickly as if to attack, Brandon instinctively flinches. Gilbert relaxes and stares at him. “How much?”
Brandon shakes his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
Gilbert’s patience is wearing thin, his jaw clenching visibly, “How much did you drink?”
Brandon staggers back a step at this and shakes his head, “No, no… no, no… I don’t drink.”
Gilbert shakes his head, “Brandon, you’re wasted. Go sleep it off.”
Brandon mumbles under his breath as he walks to the door. He stops and spins around to face off with Gilbert once more, “I’m not afraid of you.”
Gilbert raises an eyebrow, “I never said you were.”
Confused Brandon starts off to the house once more.
The farmer and contestants are finally in the house, the camera zooms to the front door in preparation for this week’s contestant’s exit. The screen fades and darkens, the theme music begins for the commercial break.