She follows up with another message explaining she has flown to Melbourne and is currently cuddling with her daughter, who’s devastated at the thought of losing her new dad. Heartbreaking! Real tear-jerker kinda stuff.
The twist? It’s all a lie. Gia is not in Melbourne. She faked a Jetstar flight. And she has been hiding out in a dark, dank suite at Trash Tower.
Whispers start to spread around the building. Eventually, they reach Scott.
“I’ve been lied to,” he gasps. “And using her daughter as emotional manipulation? You don’t do that. It’s inexcusable behaviour.”
Speaking of inexcusable behaviour, Bec is torturing us with outlandish and probably fictional claims regarding her sex life with Danny.
“We made up and we had really, really good sex about four times,” she brags. “And then he said, ‘I’m falling in love with you’.”
Huh. Interesting. Shall we check in with Danny?
“Pretty averagely good, I’d say,” he grunts about the state of their relationship. “It has put doubts in my mind.”
That sounds more accurate.
Danny’s face says ‘pretty averagely good’ while Bec’s mouth says ‘sex four times a day’.
Meanwhile, even though David and Alissa broke up and threw their rings at each other, producers are forcing them to attend tonight’s dinner because literally no one else is left. It allows us to witness the full transformation of Alissa from underdog to villain. We don’t have the energy to document it tonight, because it’s basically just David repeatedly proclaiming his love while Alissa responds with the whiny refrain: “Baaaaabe! Nauuuuur!”
At the dinner party, Scott arrives alone and immediately tells the group about Gia’s elaborate lies.
“She told me she flew to Melbourne. It made me so upset and disgusted,” he says. “I found out she’s drinking at a bar in Sydney!”
Suddenly, the door swings open. Gia glides in.
We were worried your fake flight might be delayed!
She knows Scott has had a head start in turning the group against her. She needs backup. Her former enemy turned frenemy, Bec, pulls her aside and they scuttle into a backstage bathroom stall.
The camera crew follows them to the toilet block and lurks outside as the two wives huddle inside to strategise.
Together, they concoct a scheme.
“Out-victim him,” Gia says.
The mission is simple: she’ll destroy Scott’s reputation and play up her own hurt.
Bec starts writing a script of key talking points.
“I’m looking at this strategically,” she whispers. “It’s not just about your relationship, it’s about all of Australia.”
Um, how rude! We have no problem with you freaks tricking each other. But conspiring to trick us – the loyal viewers who suffer through your antics night after night? How dare you. Show some respect.
“And, if you can cry, that would be great,” Bec instructs.
“Oh, of course I will,” Gia confirms.
After 36 episodes of this season, the MAFS freaks still don’t realise their microphones are recording even when the doors are closed.
Young ladies, the nation will not be fooled.
Gia and Bec return to the dinner table. Bec shoves her frenemy into the spotlight like a stage mum at an eisteddfod, forcing Gia to read a handwritten letter. She probably wrote it in the departure lounge while waiting to board her fake flight.
It’s always a little surprising when the MAFS freaks prove they can read and write.
The letter is full of cliches and nothingness.
“I came here to bare my soul, not for the cameras but for you,” Gia concludes.
Silence. No reaction from Scott or the other freaks.
Gia stares at Bec, panicking. The scheme’s falling apart already.
Operation Toilet Cubicle is a failure.
Scott clears his throat. “Gia, I know more than you think. I’ve caught you out lying to me a lot. And I’m just gonna smack this out now – because I’ve planned something I didn’t tell anyone. I wrote something, too.”
He yanks a piece of paper from his pocket. Well, not just a piece of paper. Four pages.
Scott’s voice shakes. His hands tremble. He’s holding back tears as he reads.
“I’ve met daily criticisms, belittling comments and threats of being left single,” he says. “I can’t be with a woman who, behind my back, proclaims to the first guy who looks her way, ‘I only date men with money and who’ll pay for everything’. You told me you’d flown home to Melbourne in tears and inconsolable but I came to find you’re still in Sydney drinking at a bar. I’m not sure what you’re looking for, Gia. But I can tell you’re not the one for me. We are a different calibre of people.”
He shoots up from his chair, throws his wedding ring on the table and, in his haste to storm off, knocks over a chair.
Gia knows she needs to win the crowd back over. Time to bend the truth and cry on cue.
“So, now let me say a few things here, shall I?” she addresses the group. “At the end of the day, it was a show-mance. He played me. The last two weeks he has been playing me.”
She alleges there’s some dark behaviour she hasn’t been brave enough to share. Such as?
“He never reassures me. He never tells me I look beautiful before a dinner party. He never tells me I’m sexy,” she spits. “All he does is use me for my body. He has sex with me but he’ll never fall in love with me.”
Everyone rolls their eyes as we collectively turn down the volume on Gia’s attempt to “out-victim” her husband.
Gia attempts to ‘out-victim’ Scott after extensive bathroom rehearsals.
She can feel the crowd turning on her. So, she pivots the plan and decides she now wants to get back with Scott. She chases after him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, after catching up to him in the hallway. “Scott, I’ve never in my life chased a man. EVER! I don’t care about the cameras, I came here for you. I don’t give a f**k who’s listening. I literally came back to this dinner party for you. You’re worth it to me. I’m so in love with you. I’m sorry.”
But it’s not enough. Scott will be returning to his canal-front semi-detached Gold Coast villa alone.
Gia stomps off and throws a diva tantrum – demanding producers take the mic off her and hand over her phone.
“I’m gonna leave and go on a flight to Melbourne,” she announces.
Hmmm. Show us your boarding pass, then we’ll believe it.
Married at First Sight screens Sundays to Wednesdays on Three and Three Now