-[owl hooting] -[suspenseful music playing]
Joel: Previously... -[lightning cracks]
Joel: ...on House of Villains.
-Ashley has been removed from the game.
-No way. -I actually found
a list that she made, she signed it.
In the middle is Tom with a question mark.
Tom: Seeing this notebook with my name
in the middle and not with my alliance,
this bromance is gonna have to end eventually.
Maybe that time is now.
-Tyson was not including you in anything.
Has he promised to take you to the end?
'Cause-- -Um, yeah.
-He was never including you.
Ever.
-The third villain to be banished from the house
with a vote of 4-1 is...
Paul: I'm fucked.
-...Johnny Middlebrooks.
-The house has spoken.
[upbeat music playing]
Paul: I need a lot of alcohol.
[Drita laughing] [Tom groans]
-Oh, my gosh.
-I can't believe I'm here, genuinely. Thank you, guys.
I literally dodged a bullet.
I mean, if Johnny wasn't the big meat muscle shield
that he is, that bullet was coming straight for me.
This is Paul's sex dungeon now.
Tiffany: Oh, wait. Paul, you get all this space now.
-Look, Johnny, you should've just put Tom up
and sent his ass home when I told you.
-Are these your shoes? -No, that's Johnny.
-He came in here with a shoe for every fucking day.
Joel: Villains, please go in the kitchen...
-I don't want to fuck-- Joel: ...and enjoy
some pizza and beer...
-Wow! Joel: ...in Johnny's memory.
-I don't trust it. -Pizza!
Paul: I'm not opening it.
Don't open the fucking pizza!
-Wait. Is there really fucking pizza or is this a trick?
-I will be checking all of these boxes
because last time pizza was delivered,
Paul discovered a hand
and became the right-hand man of Johnny.
[choir vocalizing]
-You never know what can happen here
in the House of Villains.
Could be something amiss.
[bell rings] [upbeat music playing]
-Oh, my God, there's really pizza.
Tom: Hey. Yes, and beer... Christine: Sweet. Fuck, yeah.
-...and vodka and tequila. -Yum.
Drita: This looks good, this pizza look--
Tiffany: It's so good.
-I felt like I was watching a soap opera
on the Spanish channel.
[guitar music playing] [man in Spanish]
[woman in Spanish]
Tom: Drita, I got a question for you.
Why is it that every time
you know somebody's going out, you vote for that person?
-Because I gave them my word.
-You gave Johnny your word? -I gave Johnny my word
the first two days we were here.
I gave Plane my word the first two days we're here.
Jackie, off the rip.
I do care about loyalty,
so I'm going to vote the way I want.
[bell rings]
Drita: I'm not like everyone else.
I fear nothing and no one.
I wasn't worried about you. I know you're winning anyway.
I kept my word.
Tom: After the fight I was like...
Drita: My poor old friends are gone.
Tyson: So the final round,
there's a jury that's all been eliminated,
and they come back and vote for the final winner.
Joel: It is time to vote.
You are not here to vote for your best friend,
you are voting for the greatest Supervillain.
Tyson: My odds of winning if I can get to the end
are pretty good, except for against Drita
because she hasn't cut anyone or done anyone dirty,
so I need Drita out.
-I'm sorry, bro.
[indistinct chatter]
Kate: Okay. I'm gonna ask for my phone back now
and give my-- Tyson: Yeah, I'm gonna ask
for my phone.
[classical music playing]
-Look what I found.
Drita: I just want to change.
-Don't change too much.
Drita: Oh, that was funny. Very funny.
Tyson: Was it? -And you are like dad joke
of the year.
-I have kids.
-Oh, my God.
Kate: Good night, everyone.
We're all... Paul: Good night, y'all.
-...going to sleep. Tyson: Good night.
[upbeat music playing]
-"Congrats. You opened an envelope
and now you're on the Hit List.
Here's how you get off the list.
Convince someone else to open it.
You have 'til next time you see me
on the Battle Royale to get it out of your hands.
Whoever is holding it last, you're stuck,
unless you become Supervillain.
See you soon. Joel." Easy enough.
Thank God I found this death sentence first
because now, I just need one person to read it.
I don't care how they read it or who reads it.
I just need someone to read it
to get it off of me.
-What's up?
Yeah, of course.
-Listen to me, all three of you Charlie's Angels.
Three of us the next game have to win Supervillain.
They win because they team up to win.
You shut the shit down.
-I think I might actually. -Yeah.
-Do you want a third or you're good?
-[laughs] -Might as well.
Drita: I want you to look at this.
We're gonna call this a Christine explosion.
Kate: It's a tornado. Drita: Tornado.
It's amazing. How do you find anything?
Kate: Whoa. I mean, whoa. -If you have to do
your makeup, how do you do it?
Anyone in my past that I have beat up,
that wished karma on me,
gave me Christine as a roommate.
-You know, in my defense, like...
Drita: In your defense, you have a lot of shit.
[laughter]
-[whispering] I can put somebody on the Hit List.
-Where'd you find that? -The pantry.
Do you trust me? Tom: Yeah.
Tyson: It's like a curse.
I'm going on the Hit List,
unless I gave it to somebody else.
-Yeah. -If I show it to you,
it's yours now
and you have to give it to somebody else.
-Tyson has this letter
and if I open up the letter,
I'm on the Hit List.
-You-- You're ready?
Tom: But I'm just staring at this letter
and I'm like, "Cookie?
Cookie?" [chuckles]
Let me see it, okay?
-I know that Tom doesn't fully trust me
after Kate blew my cover,
but bringing Tom in on the death sentence
is the perfect way to patch things up
because I'm keeping my promise
of telling Tom everything moving forward.
And as a bonus, it means I'm no longer on the Hit List,
so it's a win-win.
-Opening it is basically me opening up
to our friendship again.
There was some trust issues,
but now we're in this together.
With this envelope, I am on the Hit List.
I gotta get rid of this letter,
but also I gotta warn Kate.
Whoa, it's way cleaner in here.
-I know. I know. Thank you.
-I am looking for Kate everywhere.
[indistinct chatter]
[bell rings]
[groans]
I peek into her room,
she's not in there.
[demonic laugh]
[suspenseful music playing]
Kate: "Congratulations.
You're on the Hit List."
Tom: Kate.
I was fucking looking for your ass.
Where were you?
-I was changing.
Kate: I'm now on the Hit List
and I believe that Tom and Tyson were targeting me.
So now, I know I absolutely do not trust Tom and Tyson.
Christine: Oh, fuck.
I see the three musketeers
on the couch with a letter.
What is going on?
Am I fucked?
I'm not really sure
if this envelope is a good thing
or a bad thing.
-Christine saw us.
-The thing about Tyson
is the man be grabbing, okay?
So he grabs the letter.
He grabbed the hand on the pizza.
And now, Tyson doesn't wanna grab this envelope?
Then clearly this envelope is not a good thing.
-Whose is it now? Kate's? -Yeah.
Tyson: So it's better that she opened it,
so now she is-- it's off of you.
-Yeah.
-Oh, there's another T-shirt
on the railing.
Okay.
[demonic laugh]
-I don't see any point
in trying to convince the remaining people
in the house to open this letter.
New York is out for the count.
I'm not gonna do it to Drita or Christine.
And who knows where Paul is.
And when you don't know what to do with something,
what's the best thing to do?
Throw it.
-Oh, wait a minute. -[whimpering] No, Drita.
No, I don't know.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Drita, no.
I don't know if it's good or not.
Don't touch it.
-Why does it look like this?
I was on a show called Mob Wives.
I see something, I say nothing,
none of my business.
And plus, it's a federal offense.
I have enough problems with the FBI.
Tom.
Tom: Yeah.
-Did you see that? -What is that?
Drita: Did you touch this letter?
-No, I did not.
Did you open it?
-She said don't touch it, don't do it.
She said that you guys have been moving it around.
So are you lying to me?
Tom: Having Drita
on the Hit List would be great.
Well... -Don't lie to me, Tom.
Tom: She would actually have
to, like, make some fucking moves,
so I would love for her to get this letter.
-Do I open this? -Yeah.
Drita: That's your acting ability, Tyson?
He gave himself up right there
that I knew he knew about this envelope.
I don't know if he wants me to open it.
I don't know if he doesn't.
But I know he wants to know if I'm going to.
-If you get curious, tell me what it is.
[whispering] Christine told everybody not to open it.
-Where's Paul? He's a bad liar.
Christine: He's pacing on his phone.
-[in foreign language]
-They look like they're nervous.
-I know. That's why I'm saying, don't touch it.
Drita: These fucking spies.
They keep looking... Christine: [chuckles] I know.
-...to see if I open it. I'm gonna fight everybody.
[birds chirping]
-Paul. -Mommy,
you wanna say hi to Tyson?
Tyson, you wanna say hi to my Ma?
Tyson: Hi, Mom.
Did you see the advantage in the house, man?
-Shut the fuck up.
-Right now, do not open the envelope.
-Why do-- Why should I not open it?
-Because it's gonna put you on the Hit List.
Whoever opens it last is on the Hit List
by the time the challenge starts tomorrow.
If Kate, Drita, and Christine
are working together against the guys,
they're gonna have Paul open it last,
and he'll be stuck on the Hit List.
And right now, Paul is someone
I may be able to use,
so I would like to keep him here if I can.
You have to trust me here.
-Okay.
Tyson has his weird quadri-eyes,
nightmare fuel,
sleep paralysis demon eyeglasses on.
You think I trust you?
Tyson: Is kicking an envelope under the chair a dick move?
Maybe. But I wanna go to sleep.
I'm pretty unsure of who owns it.
I think like maybe Kate, maybe Drita.
But one of them needs to go.
[suspenseful music playing]
[upbeat music playing]
Paul: Good morning.
People were like freaking out
over some letter yesterday.
I don't know. Tiffany: Oh,
there's a letter floating around?
-I don't fucking know. Tiffany: Is it a chain letter?
Good morning, Kate. -I don't even know if I wanna--
I don't even wanna know if I wanna know.
-I don't know if I'm on the Hit List
or not today, but I left the letter
by the chairs and it's not there anymore.
What I do know is,
I'm surprised I even won Supervillain once.
The odds of it happening again are near impossible.
Tyson: Morning, sunshine.
Tiffany: Good morning.
Don't open it-- What envelope? Tyson: Shh. Shh.
Tiffany: Where is it? -I don't know.
Tiffany: Thomas.
Why is everybody being so secretive
about this damn letter that people are finding?
-Um, yeah, I heard there was a letter.
-Do we have to move out of here?
-It says anybody who goes by
um, any sort of-- one of the 50 states...
[Paul chuckles] -Don't play with me now.
It is so important to mind your business,
get your eight hours of beauty sleep,
to go to bed early in this house.
Because when the fuckery is going around, guess what?
You're not a part of it. Drita: Good morning.
Tyson: Good morning. -Good morning.
Paul: Do you see a letter?
Kate: Where is it? -I don't know.
-Heard about it. Never seen it.
-Who told you about it?
-The boys came outside and they were like,
"Hey, did you see the letter?"
-Oh. -I wonder who handled it last.
Drita: And nobody opened that letter in this house?
[suspenseful music playing]
I can't believe that.
You guys are too nosy.
[laughs]
[PA system rings]
Tiffany: All right. Paul: What?
[PA system rings] [Tiffany laughs]
-Okay. Joel: Did you guys
hear those chimes?
Paul: Yeah, we hear 'em. Tiffany: Yeah.
Joel: Sorry, I can't get this thing to stop now.
Today, we have a Battle Royale Challenge.
I have left some outfits for today on your bed.
-Oh, God. -God.
Joel: So please change into those
and meet me outside.
[PA system rings] Joel: Fuck!
[laughing]
[suspenseful music playing]
-Hey! -All right.
Tom: Okay.
Joel: Hi.
Christine: Hey.
The costumes are cute.
I'm not sure where this hair came from.
This is definitely synthetic, but I'll make it work.
-Good morning, villains. You look wonderful.
First things first, I left you a present
in the form of an envelope.
It's nothing scary.
I call it "The Death Sentence."
Here's how it works. Whoever opened the envelope
was automatically put on this week's Hit List.
-What? Joel: Unless
they could get somebody else
to open the envelope.
Whoever ended up with it at this moment
is stuck on the Hit List,
unless they become Supervillain.
Well, I guess, I can just tell you. It's Kate.
Kate: Yup, it's me.
I'm the one that opened the letter last.
I'm on the Hit List, and frankly, I don't care.
I am standing here in a squirrel onesie
surrounded by a bunch of morons that all hate me.
-As the envelope stated,
the only way for you to get off the Hit List
is to win the Battle Royale Challenge.
-Right. -Huge stakes here, Kate.
Try to look less disinterested.
-I'm focused. Joel: All right.
The name of this challenge is...
Nut Jobs.
The game is simple and it is played in rounds.
Each of you will start with 30 nuts.
In each round, you will enter the Nut House one at a time.
You will place your nuts
in your own personal nut sack.
You can put as many or as little as you want
inside the sack.
But after each round,
I will announce the player
with the fewest amount of nuts
in their nut sack and that player
will be eliminated from the challenge.
While putting 28 of your nuts in your sack
would give you a great shot
at getting to round two,
you would only have two nuts left
for the rest of the game.
Whoever survives and hangs on
to the most nuts by the final round
wins the game and becomes our next Supervillain.
As always, I apologize
for making you do basic math.
-Oh, man, I suck at Math. -What I'm saying is
you do not wanna blow your load too early.
-I'm fucked. Joel: And now,
I will place my nuts
into your waiting hands.
Tom: When it comes to this Nut Job Battle Royale,
it's all about rationing.
You wanna ration as little as possible
while still staying in the game
so you have more for the end.
You don't wanna blow your load
right in the beginning.
You know, you kinda wanna like
spread it out a little bit.
-In the event multiple people
play the fewest amount of nuts
in any given round,
everyone with that amount of nuts
will be eliminated. -Damn.
-Last squirrel standing becomes our next Supervillain,
who will be showered with loads
of praise in our glory hole.
Tyson, you are up.
Here he goes, guys.
-It's moist in here.
-Anybody allergic to nuts?
-Six should definitely keep me safe,
but do I wanna go hard early?
One, two, three, four.
-Oh, look at him. Look, there he go.
-I would really love to win,
and if not me, then Tom.
I need an ally to hopefully win this thing.
So I flashed to Tom.
Hopefully, he puts five.
Tom: Okay.
-Paul, it is your turn.
-Okay. If these people are lowballing it,
then let me go with the safe four.
One, two, three, four.
Christine: I'm always trying to win Supervillain.
I really am.
But I prefer to work with numbers
when they hit my bank account
with a lot of zeroes, you know.
Tom: Tyson said that he did four nuts,
so I'm gonna do five.
-I'm gonna start pretty large.
Fuck you, Tom.
Fuck you, Tyson. -All right.
I'm not having any testicular issues today.
So my nuts are flowing.
-14, 15, 16, 17.
The goal of this game is I have no idea.
[chuckles]
17 is how old my daughter is
and I'm gonna go by a lucky number.
I know all the squirrels outside
are lying-ass motherfuckers, so it really don't matter.
-All right, everyone. I've counted your nuts.
With the least amount of nuts...
Tyson and Paul, you have been eliminated.
You've lost the chance
to be Supervillain. Tiffany: What?
Joel: Please go inside the house.
-Holy shit! -I can't believe this!
-And enjoy a hot bag of peanuts.
Drita, leave some nuts.
-I have no idea how I even won one round.
I wanna get rid of these.
One, two, three, four, seven.
Tom: I'm putting six nuts in it.
Four, five, six.
-Now I'm gonna go slightly less.
I don't have to ration my nuts as much.
-Sticking with my favorite number
and doing six again.
-How many nuts do I need to bust this time?
I'm gonna bust a big nut.
-I have counted the nuts.
The villains with the least number of nuts
in their sacks are Christine and Tom.
Please join the other loser squirrels.
-Well, this sucks.
-What? That means they lost?
Tom: It's Kate, Drita, and New York.
I would rather have New York win
because I feel like New York
is closest with me and Tyson.
-I think I have to win Supervillain.
-Okay. -Because otherwise,
I-- my vote won't count, I'm going home,
but I won't nominate you two.
-Thank you. Thank you. -Obviously.
-Drita and New York wanna be Supervillain. I get it.
But if I don't win Supervillain,
I remain on the Hit List.
-So put one or two each. -Okay.
Joel: Five, four, three...
-I won't put you up. -Just one? Okay.
Joel: ...two... -I don't agree
with Kate one bit.
I've never had Supervillain.
I want this so bad,
so I lied to Kate
when I told her I only had three nuts.
All right.
Drita: I don't even know how much to put.
She could beat me right now.
I don't know even know what the fuck I'm doing.
-I gotta get this shit right.
I have to fucking get this right.
It's never been done before.
This is my third season.
One, two, three.
Please. Please. Okay.
-I don't even know how many I have left.
How about that?
Joel: Drita!
Drita: I'm coming. Shut up.
-I have 12 remaining.
I'm gonna do seven.
-I have counted the nuts.
Drita's out. -I knew it.
I fucking knew it.
Joel: You've lost the chance to be Supervillain.
-It is such an intense moment.
My strategy going into this last round
is obviously to dump all my nuts into my sack.
And who's to tell how many Kate has left?
I just wanna get this nut out and over with.
-I'm really proud of us for making it here.
-Me too.
-Lucy and Ethel.
-New York winning.
Tom: That would be cool if she did.
I would be happy for her.
Paul: Yeah. Like, it would be her first one.
-You would be happy 'cause she's not
gonna put you on the chopping block.
-May the best nut win.
[dramatic music playing]
-Kate, please, drop some nuts.
-Don't call it a comeback. -This is New York's
third season on House of Villains.
Never been Supervillain. -Never.
-Kate, if she gets Supervillain,
she's off the Hit List.
-All right, New York.
Show me your nuts.
But one thing's for sure,
mine are bigger.
-It's down to me and Kate
and a nut sack is a little bit light.
I hope I played that last hand right.
Oh, shit.
All right. That's all I got.
Let's see.
Kate is my roommate,
but I am totally playing this for myself.
It's down to two nut jobs and one nut off.
-All right.
It's between New York and Kate
for Supervillain.
-One, two, three, four.
Joel: Just so you know, this final round
was the difference of one nut.
-One, two, three,
I don't know what's gonna happen, four.
-Congratulations, Kate.
You are the Supervillain. -[gasps] Oh, my God.
Christine: Wow.
-Five, five nuts.
-You're off the Hit List.
Christine: Wow. Tom: Nice.
Are you fucking kidding me?
This death letter thing looks really bad on me and Tyson.
I'm worried Kate is gonna be retaliatory.
-Kate, you will get to choose three villains for the Hit List
and also get to go on a reward.
-Oh, God. Okay.
-What two people would you like
to take with you on the reward?
-I would like to take New York
and I would like to take Paul. -Whoa.
-'Cause you were on the Hit List twice.
-Great. Now, please shuffle back into the mansion
with as much dignity as a bunch of adults
dressed as squirrels can muster. -[laughter]
-Kate doesn't wanna be told what to do
and she likes to kinda create chaos.
I see myself being on the Hit List.
Now we're here standing in a gigantic pile of shit
in a squirrel costume.
[dramatic music playing]
-Wow, it's hot.
-[laughter] Tyson: Good job.
Tiffany: Yeah. Yeah. Tom: Yeah. You got close.
-I knew you were gonna win when you were going,
"Six divided by." -Oh, my God.
Drita: I was like-- -As soon as she said that,
that's when I was like, "Okay.
I'm gonna do six every time."
-I should have told you guys,
I did pass fourth grade.
I'm gonna go get out of this.
-Damn, Kate. That was pretty impressive,
to go from Supervillain to Hit List
to off the Hit List to Supervillain.
Kate: Fucking fuckers.
-Last time, she put me up on the Hit List.
So, I don't really know what to expect,
but I'm hoping that the tides have shifted a little bit.
[dramatic music playing]
Tom: How are you feeling? -I feel great.
That's how I feel. -I can imagine.
-I feel real good.
How do you feel? -I feel good.
-Good. Good. -Yeah.
-I'm glad you feel good. How's Tyson feel?
Tom: Good. Kate: Okay. Good.
-Well... Kate: Good.
-I did go looking for you last night.
-No. No, no, no. Tom: Yes, I did.
We both literally said...
Kate: Honestly-- -..."Let's go found Kate."
Kate: Honestly, it's-- -I swear to God.
Like, I've never fucking lied to you.
Kate: You both said, "Let's go find Kate."
Okay. Tom: Yes.
-I'm back to feeling about Tom Sandoval
the same way I felt when I entered the house.
He's a worm with a mustache.
[demonic laugh]
-How are you feeling, Christine?
-As soon as I found out the game,
I was like, "Okay. All right.
Nuts. This is not my game."
-Who do you think she's putting up?
[dramatic music playing]
-Oh, shit. Mm-mm. That was fucking dumb.
Paul: What's up? -Hi.
How do you feel? -Interesting.
There was definitely some sort of scandal happening
between Tom, Tyson, and Kate.
And they were upset with one another.
Tom didn't want Kate to have the letter,
but Kate got it.
I think Tom wanted either me, or you,
or Christine to get it.
And they also are threatened by you and Christine
because in the past two seasons,
there were characters like Tyson, right?
Who were like, won a bunch of competitions.
They were in control of all this shit.
They didn't win the game because next to them
was somebody who didn't do those things
and everybody just liked them a little better.
So they're fucking mortified of you.
Drita: I watched last season,
so I know to choose the winner,
the cast comes back for a jury vote.
And Tyson is from "Survivor."
So, his mentality is like jury management.
Meaning, he wouldn't be able to beat me because I'm loved.
And you know who I'm loved by?
A bunch of badass villains.
[laughing]
Kate: Just the two I wanted to talk to.
Supervillain office out here.
Drita: Do you wanna talk to her alone?
I think you should talk alone. Paul: No.
-Okay. -'Cause I got nothing to hide.
-Yeah. Paul: Kate,
I'm under the assumption
that probably gonna go up
or I'm a good choice to go up.
-Get to it.
-Am I going out there?
-No.
Paul: Wait a minute. Kate is protecting me.
That's so special.
Is this real?
What weird parallel universe am I living in?
I am a free agent in this game.
-Yeah, Paul. You're with me 'til you piss me off.
I am thinking of keeping Paul because I believe
that Paul was at one time working with Tyson.
I believe Paul has realized it's time to pivot.
-Listen. -No.
Paul: Okay. -Uh-uh.
And I appreciate that.
Drita: Paul loves to talk.
Kate: About nothing for so long.
My ultimate goal is for Tyson to be banished.
I don't like the way Tyson has played his game,
and I don't like how he walks around,
acting like he's guaranteed to win.
Oh, fuck. Here comes this fuckhead.
How's it going? -Good. How are you?
-Do you wear this much neon at home
or you did it just for TV?
-This is like my pickleball gear sometimes.
-Really? -Yeah.
-You know, I've never played pickleball.
I feel like it's so trendy.
-It is. -Why not just do tennis?
It's more chic.
Drita: You guys could talk.
-Yeah. Tyson: Do you play tennis?
Kate: No, but I-- if I'm going to choose one,
I'm gonna go for tennis.
-What's up, Tom? Tom: What's up, guys?
-Tom, do you play pickleball?
Tom: Every once in a while.
Do you like pickleball? -No, I hate it.
I think it's so lame.
If you're gonna do it,
do tennis and be like an adult.
[Tom laughs] Kate: It's for losers.
Tyson: Kate is on some weird power trip,
where she's trying to take, like, jabs at me.
I wanna have a conversation with her,
but I also don't wanna have it
when she's just purposely trying to,
like, throw zingers at me.
I'm like, I should just catch up on some sleep.
Also when I'm asleep,
Kate can't come and try to be mean to me.
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
-What a gorgeous day.
-Getting that cardio?
-Keeping my T levels up. -That's it.
The envelope thing did really screw things up.
-Look at us.
Everything is going perfectly.
Tyson: I really don't know if she's trying
to get under my skin
or just be a dick or what.
-[sighs] Well, I'm good for a month.
-I miss my kids so bad.
-[grunts] Tom: Can you get my back?
Tyson: I can or New York can.
Tom: Can you get it? Tyson: Okay.
-Get a little more in there.
-Keep rubbing him down.
It's erotic.
[upbeat music playing]
-Mm-hmm. Oh, my goodness.
Tom and Tyson, bring on the vanilla wafers.
Were you gonna jump in the pool? I wanted some action.
Tom: No. I'm not jumping in the pool.
I'm-- I'm gonna jump rope in the sun.
Tyson: He's gonna rope. Yeah.
-Oh, okay. Tyson: He's getting sweaty.
-You're the only person here
that I fully trust, Tyson.
Tyson: Yeah. I was really... -And when I mean that, I mean--
-...hoping you were gonna win 'cause the second I went out,
I was like, "New York's the only one
that I feel like will 100% save me."
Tiffany: I feel like some of the women need to sweat.
Drita's never played a Redemption Challenge.
-Excuse me.
Tyson: Drita hasn't done anything
except for be on the right side
of every single jury member that's exited the house.
-Yeah. And cook a lot of heavy shit
that has my hips wider than they were
before I got here. -Yeah.
-I really hope that Kate
does not put up me,
Tom, or Tyson.
Drita, it's time to see how she sweats under pressure.
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna look good on--
in my bikini for the 4th of July.
Tyson: I also want to.
Kate: So, I've gotta pick three people.
It's so hard. What do you think I should do?
-I would love it if it's us girls.
-So, you think I should nominate Paul, Tyson, and Tom?
-No. I don't know though.
You know, right? I don't--
Kate: If I could just nominate two people,
I'd be happy 'cause that's all I really care about.
Tyson: Get it, Tom.
[upbeat music playing]
-Since pizza parties are the fucking jinx of a--
Okay. But they're always a jinx here.
We're gonna have a pizza party in the yard
with the outside oven.
The first time we got pizza in this house,
Paul is the right hand.
The second time we get pizza, there's a death note.
So I decided to rebrand pizza and make a pizza party.
Kate: I'll do pepperoni. Drita: All right. Great.
Kate: I'm gonna do classic. Paul: New York,
why are you sitting in the corner
like a little kid in trouble?
Come make a pizza. Tiffany: I'm not about to
ruin your mamma mia pizza.
Drita: Come on, New York, make some pizza.
Kate: New York is known for its pizza.
Have you ever made pizza before, Tom?
Tom: Yup. -Really?
Tom: I used to be a cook
when I was like 14, 15.
-Really? Where? Tom: In a pub.
-Oh, God. -What about you, Kate?
What was your first job? -Wet Seal.
-Really? You went retail?
-I just wanted the cute clothes and, you know...
-For sure, the discount.
Drita: I was working in a deli at 14.
Tom: Christine, what was your first job?
-I worked at Sonic, and then,
I worked at Taco Bell. Tom: Oh, right on.
-Can you imagine getting Christine to help you?
man: Can I have a number one?
Drita: You're not getting that.
That's not a vibe.
man: Tater tots, please.
Drita: Do we have tater tots?
[laughs]
Kate: This is so fun.
Tom: Thank you.
I'm stuffed. [burps]
[upbeat music playing]
Tom: Dude, is that good?
We-- Can we get it closer to each other?
-I can try.
Is that as close as it goes?
Tom: Yeah.
Tyson: That's the super bed, dude.
I can't believe it took us this long honestly.
-Kate has been a bit of a killjoy,
just sucking the fun out of this house.
So, I know I can have some fun with Tyson.
We're pushing our beds together to make one gigantic super bed.
Dude, look. Tyson: Dude.
-This is one bed.
Just one fucking bed, man.
-Oh, I was gonna do the secret handshake.
-Oh, yeah.
[laughter]
Paul: Kate is telling me that I'm safe,
but I don't really trust anything
that anybody says in this house,
so maybe if I give her
some helpful secret information,
maybe she won't throw me overboard.
I don't know if that's what she did
on Below Deck or not, but as long
as she doesn't do it to me, then I'm fine.
Hey. Kate: Hey, Paul. Come on.
Paul: I think I figured out what happened yesterday.
I went to Tom and Tyson about that fucking card,
and they're like, "We hid it under the chair."
One of them found it, for sure, right?
Kate: Yeah, for sure. Tyson found it.
-I kicked it under the chair. -Oh.
-So that it looks like it's gone.
-Oh, it's down there still? Tyson: Yeah.
-And they said because whoever was last--
and they knew who was last.
-Are you serious?
They were cementing.
-[whispering] They were cementing your fucking name.
-Tyson had put the Hit List envelope under a chair.
That was personal.
Hey, Paul, look what I found.
Under the chair.
Tyson wanted to make sure I was on the Hit List, period.
And Tom co-signed that.
[dramatic music playing]
Kate: Good morning.
Sure.
Cream and sugar.
Thank you.
-I'm always a little scared of Kate.
[groans]
Christine: So, I always bring her coffee,
but not because she could nominate me to leave.
-Thank you so much.
-But because I'm always worried
she's gonna say something cunty to me.
You never know.
[shaver buzzing]
-I have a fucking gray hair because of you assholes.
[speaking gibberish]
-I love you. I love you.
Regardless of how any of us feel about Tom or Tyson,
I think it's good for everyone's game
and also will be so funny to separate 'em.
It's like we're all third-wheeling
on Tom and Tyson's date.
Paul: Good morning, Drita. Drita: Good morning.
Paul: How you doing? Drita: Good.
Oh, you're going on rewards.
Well, well, well. Paul: Wow.
Drita: That hair is-- [Paul whistles]
Drita: Oh, my God. You look good.
Tiffany: Thank you so much, Drita.
Drita: Look at your hair. -Yeah.
It's giving like Diahann Carroll.
-Oh, come on. Drita: Yes.
-You know, like old school. Drita: Yes.
-Look at-- Look at New York! Kate: Hi. You look so cute.
-Kate, are we having a good time?
You know I had to whip out the good wig.
-You look so cute. Drita: Look at her.
Look at her hair.
I hope you guys have fun today.
Enjoy the day, guys. Paul: Thank you.
Tiffany: Thank you. [PA system rings]
-I'm confused what the fuck we're gonna do.
-Oh, but we're doing it.
-I hope it's fun. -Whatever it is.
Joel: Kate, New York, Paul,
it's time to take your little field trip.
And it's a fancy one.
Oh, it sure is.
Tiffany: I love that for us. Paul: Nice.
We love a good reward.
-This is my first reward
that I'm going on in season three.
We should let Kate go first.
I definitely don't wanna be on the Hit List.
But you never really know with Kate.
-Johnny, it's time for your final
House of Villains workout.
Let's go, buddy.
[upbeat music playing]
-We gotta make sure those shorts are extra tight.
Hell, yeah.
Feel it, feel it, feel it.
Time for some cardio. [beeping]
Tom: What the fuck, Johnny?
-Oh, what's going on in here?
Paul: Oh, my God.
-Welcome to Cirque School.
Paul: I always wanted to run away with the circus.
-You've come to the perfect place.
This is a circus school
for anybody with any body,
teaching recreational circus.
-I am a clown, so it works.
-So we're gonna get started with a little warmup,
condition our body, do a little stretching,
and then, we'll get you up on the trapeze,
the fabric, and a little bit
of acrobatics, okay? -Sick.
-Why did you choose me for this reward?
instructor: All right. The first thing we're gonna do--
-Oh. Whoa. instructor: Oh, my goodness.
Tiffany: Oops. Okay. I'm getting excited
because you said ball and I was on top of it.
-Try to lift one foot off the floor and maybe the second.
Stand up.
Booty goes back to the ball.
Ride the train. Stand up, hips--
-I don't know about this one.
-Ride the train. There's a lot going on.
Two more.
-New York's New Yorking.
-Oh. Oh. [screams] I'm scared.
Paul: Come on. -[screaming]
Paul: Come on. -[screams]
-And Paul...
[dramatic music playing]
Kate: Gorgeous, Paul.
Tiffany: Oh, all right.
Kate: So beautiful.
I used to think Paul was a bit of a carny.
But I was wrong.
instructor: Open the legs wide.
-Oh, wow. instructor: Great.
-He's the more sophisticated
circus freak.
-Beautiful, Kate. Oh, my gosh. -I'm swinging.
instructor: Slowly bring your legs down.
Tiffany: That looks so fun.
-Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.
There we go.
Paul: Nice, Kate.
Tom: You see that Kate put us up on the bar
with the letter in between us?
Tyson: I didn't see it.
Tom: You gotta notice things.
-I guess. I also don't care.
Everyone targeting Tyson
is not shocking at all.
No matter what I do, no matter what I say to anybody,
they're not buying it. They want me gone.
They've wanted me gone all season long.
It's a frustrating spot to be in.
I haven't talked to Kate yet. -You need to try.
Tyson: Is it worse to not try?
Is that gonna make her angrier?
-It might.
I don't know why Kate
has such a problem with Tyson.
She has already put him on the Hit List,
so technically, hiding that letter
and her going on the Hit List was sort of like they're even.
-Should we just put the two puppets
in more and more obscene positions?
-She had me on top of you.
It's like I'm definitely a power bottom.
-Yeah. Should we go change it? -Yeah.
So I'm thinking if we did like this...
Tyson: And then, her, like, spying on us.
-Should we put some nuts around?
[laughter]
Kate: Gross.
Tiffany: Cheers, you guys. Kate: Cheers.
-Listen, when I say y'all looked really good up there...
-Likewise. -...I kid you not.
-You looked really good, too. -No, but y'all knew
what the fuck y'all was doing.
Y'all had pelvis control,
upper body, all that shit. Kate: Same.
-Thank you for inviting us, Kate.
-Yeah, that was a beautiful vibe.
-I had a blast. -Yay.
-My gosh, you guys. Somebody's leaving.
It's crazy. -Yeah, Tom or Tyson
are leaving and I'm so excited.
[laughs]
-I have been aligned with Tyson and Tom for the longest now.
So the fact that Kate wants to bust this up,
I can't break it to her and tell her
that she's messing up my game.
-If Tyson leaves, Tom will be...
-Yeah. -But then, worst-case scenario,
Tyson wins Redemption Challenge, Tom goes home.
Tyson's dead in the water anyways.
[chuckles]
Clearly, New York is in cahoots
with Tom and Tyson.
♪ Lonely nights ♪
♪ My mind is stuck on you ♪
Johnny Bananas: Oh, my God.
Kate: It's pretty logical to nominate New York
together with Tom and Tyson.
At this point in the game,
I feel like pretty much everyone
is a threat to me.
I'm excited to torture them.
-They deserve it. They earned it.
-Mm-hmm. You're right. -They dug their grave.
Kate: I think I brought the perfect pair.
-Oh, thank you, girl. That's the trip I needed.
Paul: I guess nobody's excited for us to come home.
Tiffany: Oh. -Oh. That's hilarious.
-What-- What is this? -So now Tom and Tyson
have nuts all over them and they're in a position.
-They're 69-ing? -That's-- Thank you,
'cause I couldn't remember the number.
-Okay. -Oh, they're 69-ing.
Tiffany: Hey, Christine. Christine: Hi, guys.
Paul: Hey, Christine. -What'd you guys do?
-Circus School. -Cirque du Soleil.
Flips and twirls and spins and ropes.
-Yeah. -Trapeze and silks.
Christine: Right up your alley, Paul.
Kate: Yeah, he was a natural. -He was a natural.
-I bet you were. I bet you were. -Natural clown.
[sighs]
-How was it? -Oh my-- Hi.
-Hi. How are you? -What's up, dawg?
How you doing? -Good.
-You think I'm fucking funny?
Funny like a clown? I got-- Where's Drita?
I gotta give her that bit.
-They all fucking want you gone.
-I know.
-Listen, I can't kiss a man for 30 seconds
and not let him know what's going on behind his back.
I need these men here to support me.
I'm the Rosa Parks, and this is my John Adams
and my John Wilkes Booth.
They're fucking with y'all.
I swear when I say this man was the one to pull up
on the pull-ups first.
Christine: That sounds cute.
-It was tough. -But you rose
to the occasion, Paul. And so did Kate.
I'm surprised how limber she was.
Paul: She was very limber. -Yeah. She don't smile a lot,
but she love to spread her legs.
[Paul laughs]
-What the fuck?
Tom: Yeah.
-I hate it.
Gentlemen, they want y'all gone.
Tom: Who's they? -Everybody I was just out with.
-So we're both going up on the Hit List probably?
You just need to talk to Kate.
She's right here right now.
-Kate. -Hi, Kate.
Tiffany: Is it the time? Kate: For what?
These men are so-- I mean...
-No, everybody's here now.
-What's it-- What's going on?
-Oh, gosh. Kate: What's going on?
-Me and Tom will talk to you or I can talk to you one-on-one.
-Sure. I'm looking for a beach towel
and I'd like to know how to turn the Jacuzzi on.
-There we go. -I'll-- I'll get beach towel...
-That's what's important to me. -...and I'll come meet you out.
I really need to try to convince Kate
to not put me up.
But I just don't think
Kate is really open to reason
as much as she is to revenge and being vindictive.
-Tom, you make sure you talk to her next, okay?
-Mm-hmm. I will. -Yeah. Good.
Kate: So what's going on?
Tyson: I know you're gonna do what you're gonna do,
but I did wanna tell you that Tom had no intention,
I had no intention either, of you ending up with the note.
-Well, you know, what would've been the better way?
Not hiding it under the chair
so no one else could find it.
-I didn't know if you were the last one
or not to open it and-- -So it really wasn't your place
to hide it under the chair, was it?
-And everyone-- -It wasn't your letter anymore.
-Everyone already-- -It wasn't
your envelope anymore.
-I agree with that.
-Okay. -I'm sorry I did that.
-I don't care if you're sorry.
-I'm telling you, you need to think about
who you wanna sit by at the end.
-Thank you for that reminder. -I'm just saying.
Most of the people in this house aren't gonna vote for me
at the end to win this thing.
-So, you're trying to convince me
to let you stay to lose?
I don't know when exactly Tyson won Survivor,
but I'm pretty sure it was a long time ago
'cause he's clearly very rusty.
-You should be choosing people that will lose against you.
-I don't need your coaching, Tyson.
But thank you, I appreciate
the unsolicited advice.
-Okay.
I'm pretty confident I am going
to be on the Hit List.
[upbeat music playing]
-I just ate boiled eggs.
And now, we're going to what, the Banishment?
Christine: Yeah. Well, she hasn't put three yet.
It's gonna be Tyson, Tom, and then, someone else
that she has to put up, which is not gonna be good.
That means it's, like, fucking one of us.
I have a feeling one of my friends and allies
might be going up.
Maybe Drita or New York.
I don't know.
Could I be up there?
Absolutely.
Kate is a wildcard.
Wish me luck.
Oh, fuck.
[upbeat music playing]
[sighs]
-How's it going? Kate: Good. How are you?
Tom: I'm chillin'. -Good.
Tom: So you were good at trapeze?
-I guess so. I mean, it's really just
hanging from a monkey bar.
Have you had a good time here?
-It felt like it got, like,
real serious all of a sudden.
-Yeah, I know. I know what you mean.
I felt like that when I was on the Hit List
from the envelope. -Yeah.
-That was like a bummer. -Yeah.
-That was a real big bummer. -I'm sorry about that.
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
-Your bed buddy Tyson
put it under the chair.
You guys made it impossible
for me to get off the Hit List.
-I don't know why he did that.
I would've just fucking left that shit out.
-You let him do it. -I didn't let-- I can't, like,
control him, dude. Kate: You didn't stop him.
You didn't pull it out from under the chair.
Is he your boss?
Is Tyson the boss of you, Tom?
-No.
-Seems like he is.
Tom: My association
with Tyson is definitely
getting me put on the Hit List.
I'm sure you know who you're--
who else you're putting up there, right?
-I'm open to suggestions.
-If you're up there at the end of this,
standing next to Drita, it's gonna be hard to get people
to, like, vote for you.
I mean-- -That's kinda rude, Tom.
-She's tried to save every single person that's left.
If Kate is as smart as she says she is,
getting rid of Drita,
that will be best case scenario
for everyone's game.
But she is too worried
about revenge,
and it's gonna lose her the game.
-I'm sorry you're gonna miss your friend,
but you guys get one last night together.
Make it count.
[bell dinging]
[upbeat music playing]
[PA system dinging]
Joel: It's time to get ready
for your Hit List nominations.
Kate, get excited or your closest approximation
to the human emotion known as excitement.
-How cute is this earring, though?
Isn't that cute? It's a chair.
-The problem is wearing something this bold,
Kate's definitely gonna try and make fun of me.
-Yeah. -She'll be like,
"Oh, cute little cowboy, stupid, fucking moron."
[Tom laughs]
-Well, I better get up and get dressed.
-Nobody likes smelly feet.
-Oh, my gosh, Tyson. Tyson: What's up?
-I've never seen you dress so fancy.
-Thank you. Christine: Giddy up, cowboy.
Kate: If I were an insecure person,
this one being on the bottom would bother me.
[PA system dinging] Joel: Everyone,
head to the Super Secret Hidden Bookcase.
-There's a bookcase in here?
Joel: Which is the same location
as every other episode.
Kate: Let's go.
Obviously, Tom and Tyson
are one and two on my Hit List.
However, I have not decided on spot number three.
There are still four villains to choose from.
Okay. Let's go in the bookshelf.
It really comes down to who do I trust the least.
Oh, my God.
[suspenseful music playing]
[static crackles]
Joel: Hello, villains,
and welcome to the reason
we're overbudget,
the Stronghold.
It's time for your Hit List nominations.
Kate, you are the Supervillain.
Please take your chair.
[suspenseful music playing]
-I'm a little annoyed you didn't say again.
-You're right. I'm really sorry.
How does it feel to be Supervillain, again?
-I feel amazing. I love this seat.
-Kate, you get to choose the three villains
in danger of being banished.
-Have mercy, Lord Jesus.
All right. Keep going. I'm sorry, Joel.
-Okay, everyone. If you are nominated,
please, step over here.
And remember, no matter who is banished,
it's an honor just to be nominated.
Tyson: Kate is super unreasonable.
She's been living mad for 49 years or whatever.
With Kate as Supervillain, nothing is really certain
except for that she will be driven by rage
and anger and hatred.
-Kate, who are you going to piss off first and why?
-I made it clear last time I was in this chair
that anyone who puts me on a Hit List,
I will retaliate.
And this person made sure
that I remained on the Hit List
after I opened the envelope by hiding it under a chair.
So Tyson, take your place on the Hit List.
Tyson: Kate wants retaliation,
but retaliation doesn't usually win you the game
in these scenarios, and oftentimes,
keeps you from even getting to the end.
-Colonel Sanders is looking finger-licking good.
-Tyson, is there anything you'd like to say in your defense?
-No.
I mean, I saw it coming.
-That was a very good way to dodge a real answer.
Kate, who are you going to piss off next?
-The second person I'm gonna nominate
was complicit in hiding the envelope under the chair,
and thus, ensuring I remained on the Hit List.
And so, Tom, you are the next one
to go on that stage.
Joel: Tom, uh, anything you'd like to say in response?
-You know, Kate,
I had really big plans for us.
I was gonna, like, follow you on Instagram.
I was even going to comment
on one of your sponsored posts.
Like for instance, if you did,
like, a teeth whitening system,
I was literally gonna comment
on how that teeth whitening system,
like, gave me the courage to smile again,
to get, like, more comments going,
and then, comment back to them.
Like, I was willing to do that for you.
But now, I think that ship has sailed.
-Good one, Tom.
Did you know that he put the envelope under the chair?
-I mean, at a point, I guess he told me,
but I'm, like, I don't know what to do,
like, there's people guarding it, like...
-The people guarding it were the ones
who hadn't opened it yet.
-Well, I...
-Those aren't guards. Tom: I screwed up.
I panicked, and I fucked up.
-Yup, you did.
-No more Tom Collinses for us.
-Okay. Kate, who is your final Hit List nomination and why?
-We're on pins and needles.
-I don't feel safe.
Kate: My third nominee
is only because I have
to nominate a third person.
-Would she surprise me
and, you know, pick maybe me?
Kate: These are the only two I care to nominate.
I don't think this third person
necessarily planned for me
to not be able to-- -Oh, Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.
-Is that too long? -Whew. I'm scared.
She may put me on the Hit List.
-I have to nominate somebody so that's gonna be...
-It's basically, like, watching
one of those animal documentaries
where you know someone's about to strike.
You just don't know where.
[dramatic music playing]
Joel: Coming up on House of Villains.
-It's spinning.
I'm really regretting the lunch they gave us.
-Are we excited to see me?
-Yes! -Yes, sissy.
-So I thought it would be a little fun
to bring in some old friends.
-We heard some troublemakers
are throwing a house party, baby.
-I can't believe you're in here right now.
Kamal: Anybody that can go out there and survive
is a true Stallionaire, man.
-Don't tell Tyson I was in the super bed.
-Who in here do you trust the least?
-Tom. -Oh.
-You really don't trust me
-This is the best way for each of us individually
to get further.
-Bro, I am genuinely thinking about it.
-Surprisingly, I'm feeling pretty good
about my chances of staying.
-If we pull this shit off, bro...
-That would be fucking epic.
I'm fighting for my fucking life.
-I'm watching you specifically, Paul.
I'm coming for you, we're both out.
-Don't piss me off.
And you threatening me in front
of other people is bullshit.
You're gonna get bit.
-Hi.
-I'm on fucking fire right now.
And any motherfucker here that's gonna
even play me like I'm dumb,
I'm gonna show you
how motherfucking gangsta I become.
[dramatic music playing]