Lindsay won the mystery movie challenge and, as a reward, a night at the movie theater with a companion.

—I'm sorry we accused you—said the blonde, taking the handcuffs off Duncan.

—It happens all the time... no probs.

—Wanna go to the movies with me?—she invited, startling Beth and Courtney. The bad boy smiled mischievously and agreed.


Later, in the "movie theater" (which was actually the backdrop of the Gilded Chris' ceremony with a projection screen on stage), Duncan and Lindsay were watching the badminton movie starred by Chris, but the latter wasn't enjoying it. She seemed very bored ("This film is fucked up", thought). Realizing this, he began:

—Hey Lindsay, I'm sorry for making fun of your feet in the previous challenge. It's just that I like to make fun of people, but I realized that you got very upset about it.

—It's ok, I forgive you. But, please, don't do that anymore. I felt very humiliated—Lindsay asked, almost tearing.

—You wish you'd been the princess, don't you?—questioned Duncan. She nodded. —Ok, no more jokes with that. But you looked very good as admiral!

—Really?—Lindsay asked, perking up.

—Yes. I noticed that you're a good leader, which almost cost you your place in the program. Your colleagues didn't like you in the leadership.

—Yeah, I could tell. They were a bit jealous, I suppose. If DJ hadn't volunteered to leave, I'd probably have been the one to go. Poor DJ, he didn't deserve to leave! His food is so good!

—Oh, it is! I miss Gwen too.

—You've got a crush on her, don't you?—Lindsay asked, giggling. Duncan remembered all the moments he spent with the goth girl at the show and confirmed it. —The way you're so careful and attentive when you're with her. You even offered to go out in her place.

—It was a joke—he explained.

—But you didn't do that even for Courtney—replied.

—Yeah, you got me, good one—complimented. —Speaking of Gwen, explain to me this thing about her making a deal with you when we were divided into teams—he asked. —I didn't understand that.

—What happened—began the blonde—was that Justin found out that Trent was sabotaging us for you to win the challenges. So the handsome cornered Gwen into confessing to us that she knew Trent was cheating. To make up for it, she asked us to eliminate her ex and "handed over" the prison challenge. She was supposed to continue with this scheme, but you took her out of the game.

—What a mess! Heather started to get suspicious and rightly so. But I don't think she agreed with what he was doing, so much so that she broke up with him because of it. I saw her performance before all this happen, she was playing to win, just like the rest of us. I believe her.

—Oh dear... a relationship broken up because of this show—Lindsay lamented. —Duncan, I've also heard rumors that you had a hand in it. It's not true, is it?

—No. At any time I asked or demanded that Gwen break up with Trent—defended himself, remaining calm. —She broke up because she wanted to, but it's fact that he started to get jealous of me and her hanging out together.

—... Well, it's understandable. If I saw Tyler hanging out with another woman very often, I'd be suspicious too. Besides, I think there's another factor in this break up: she's in love with you too, I guess.

—Yeah, I started to notice that. Good for me!

—But what about Courtney?

—I can break up with her and start a new relationship with Gwen. Or rather, Courtney and I aren't even together. After she abandoned me with a sprained ankle for money, I started to have doubts about our relationship. To make matters worse, she's been really mean lately.

—I hope you don't take offense, but I don't like her. She's very annoying, picky and bossy! After she came back by dubious means, nobody listens to me anymore, my leadership is gone! I always voted for her to leave, but I can't get her to go.

—None taken, I understand. You should have talked to me first, we could have talked to the others to convince them to get her out.

—Really? Well, it's just that I didn't think you'd go for it. And also...

—"And also" what?

—Your manner intimidated me a little—Lindsay admitted, shyly.

—"Intimidated"? So it doesn't intimidate anymore?

—No. It's fun talking to you—she said, smiling.

—Is it because I've got this tough behaviour and wear black clothes, a mohawk and piercings?

—Well... yeah. Sorry for the bad judgment.

—Yeah, that's another thing that happens all the time too, my looks intimidate people. But I had to toughen up because, otherwise, I wouldn't survive in reformatory. I also have problems trusting people, it's a family thing.

—I'll say—Lindsay spoke, remembering something unpleasant.

—What do you mean?

—I remembered my alliance with Heather last season. I trusted her and, in the end, I got screwed! I was too naive!

—Hahahahahahaha!—Duncan laughed. He noticed that Lindsay didn't like it and explained: —I'm not laughing at you, I'm remembering the moment when you said a few good ones to her after the cycling challenge!

—Ah, that was awesome! She didn't even replied "You're ugly!"—she and Duncan laughed together and fistbumped.

—But who could say that?—said the punk, making the blonde blush. —Are you as intimidated by Gwen as you were by me?—Duncan suddenly wanted to know. The girl nodded. —Well, you don't have to. Gwen's nice, most of the time and once you get an opening up with her. She has this bipolar flaw: one moment she talks to you normally, the next she's in a bad mood out of nowhere, snapping at everyone. But try talking to her next time.

—Thinking about it, I really need to. I owe her an apology for last year—Lindsay remembered.

—Why?

—It's 'cause I was Heather's accomplice when she stole Gwen's diary and kissed Trent. I helped her in those wrongdoings—said the colleague, regretfully. —Maybe that's why I never approached her to talk, I was afraid she'd remember it and get angry with me. The next time I get the chance, I'll apologize.

—Better late than never—Duncan commented, Lindsay nodded. —Of all the people in that camp, you're the last one I'd expect to see swearing at someone—he admitted, returning to the subject of Heather's cheating on Lindsay.

—Yeah, but she crossed the line that day and nobody's got blood of cockroach, mate.

—Speaking of cockroaches—Duncan added, standing on one of the steps of the bleachers and doing a falsetto, imitating Lindsay in panic. —What is it?! Kill it! Kill it!

She laughed. Remembered her very first day at Camp Wawanakwa, when she had climbed up on a bench, terrified, at the sight of a cockroach inside the girls' quarter. Duncan jumped to the ground and imitated the gesture he had made with the axe to kill the bug.

—If you ever see one of those again—he continued, now imitating Tyler, but with a rather dumbfounded expression—, let me know, ok? 'Cause—sniffled—you know: I could do that too.

—Good memory!—she commented, as she finished laughing. —But I want to make it clear that I don't always go for the jocks, ok?

—Yeah, I get it. You've "flirted" with models and musicians too—he said, leaving her bewildered. —Speaking of relationships, how's yours with Tyler?

—Aww, I love dating him!—she said, dreamily. —But I need to chat with him more often. The only time we really did it was in the middle of the dodgeball game. Thinking about it now, I know little about Tyler. Next time we meet, let's have more conversation and less flirting. After all, I don't want us to look like Geoff and Bridgette.

—Well said. Geoff is a good friend, but his endless make out with Bridgette really annoyed us. By the way, did Tyler teach you how to fight box?

—Yes, he did. A few punches, at least. Why?

—That knockout on Harold was hilarious!

—Hahahahahahahaha!—they both laughed, remembering.

—What about Chef in a bikini?

—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—they laughed louder than ever.

—But why do you pick on Harold?—Lindsay asked, still smiling, but a little tearful.

—Last season, DJ, Geoff and I pranked on Harold because he dumped his dirty underpants all over the room—the blonde cringed in repulsion—, to teach him a lesson, which worked. Now I'm picking on him for revenge 'cause he tampered with the votes to get Courtney eliminated. But seeing how she's behaving, I'm thinking of stopping. I have fun. As I said, I like making fun, but it's not worth it anymore—explained. —I heard that, last year, he lent his red ants to Gwen to get even on Heather. I heard screams, but I was so drowsy that I didn't care. I wish I'd seen her reaction!

—Gwen got her revenge on Heather that day!—Lindsay said, laughing. —She ran out of the cabin covered in ants! Hahahahaha! But—her expression suddenly changed—, the other day I had a nightmare in which my face was covered in red ants—revealed, making a disgusted face.

—And, later, you too—Duncan reminded. —Because of you, Heather went bald.

—Oh, that's right, true! Well, it was like this: in that challenge to cook meals for Chris, she threatened to shave my hair off after I helped LeShawna to lock her in the fridge. When I was at Playa del Losers and the staff came to me for suggestions, I remembered that and entered it as a "torture", hoping that witch would get it. And it worked!

—Wow, what a crook you are! Hahahaha!—he complimented, grinning mischievously at her and rubbing his hands together, while the blonde laughed too.

—Look, the movie's over—she said, noticing the unprojected screen, making her colleague look at it too. —I guess it's time to go, huh?

—Gee, the conversation was so good—said Duncan, getting up, disappointed that the moment had come to an end.

—Yes—she agreed, getting up too. —It was a lot of fun! Thanks for tonight, Duncan! We'll talk more often during the season.

—Sure! So, do you still want help on eliminating Courtney? I'm willing.

—Yes—confirmed, offering one of her arms for Duncan to put his around hers. —Now, Admiral Lindsay, her hotness, order that you acomppany her to the girls' dormitory!

—Ma'am, yes, ma'am!—he accepted, saluting and following the play, walking with her towards the bedrooms. —One of us has to win tomorrow's challenge so she doesn't win immunity and we can convince the others to vote her off. We'll do the best we can, ok?

—Deal. Let's send the know-it-all CIT home! Good night, friend!—wished Lindsay, hugging Duncan.

—Good night, beautiful!—he wished back, hugging her too. They separated and each went to their own trailer to sleep.