The show goes out with a bang with an action-packed final episode. We begin with the reappearance of the entire top 20, minus Jessica, whose ribs are still healing, apparently. Poor Jessica. I really hope she does get to go on tour as promised. We have six judges on the panel tonight: Mia Michaels, Adam Shankman, Debbie Allen, Lil' C, Nigel and Mary. All of the season's other, apparently lesser, choreographers are sitting at the kids' table in the audience. Adam Shankman shares that the movie in which tonight's winner will have a featured role is the eagerly awaited Step Up 3-D. No, really. Sure to be a classic for the ages!

Sadly, we don't begin the first part of the finale with the scoop on which two dancers were rushed to the hospital with dehydration on the weekend, but it was allegedly Twitch and Joshua. Usually when celebrities (even minor ones) are involved, "dehydration" can be translated as "a metric crapload of illicit chemicals in system," but in this case I'm sure the boys really were just plum tuckered out. Meanwhile, Cat Deeley seems to have been attacked by some bronzer and her nose appears alarmingly orange. I hope hospitalization won't be necessary.

We begin the road to the final four with a Mandy Moore contemporary group number set to one of my all-time favourite cheesy songs: Bette Midler's "The Rose." Good times! The white-clad dancers pair up and lift and twirl and emote as Bette reminds us that love is like a river, a razor, a hunger and, of course, a flower. The editing on this live routine is less frenetic and choppy than usual, most likely due to the slow music, but I'd still rather see a steady, medium shot. It's the dancing that's fancy; we don't need it in the camera work. This isn't Moulin Rouge, people.

Cat takes the stage and tells us that after Nigel's clunky plug of that voting website Declare Yourself last week, registration went up 400%. Which is great, unless there were only, like, ten people initially registered. Adam Shankman then tops that news with the revelation that the winning dancer will be awarded a featured dancer role in his new movie. A quick trip to my good friend IMDB shows that Adam's only movie currently listed in production is Topper, starring Steve Martin as a guy who gets taught the meaning of life and/or fun from some wacky ghosts. Who will apparently be dancing.

In this week's penultimate episode, Katee and Joshua are reunited, and it feels so good. Cat makes her final argument in proving that she is the coolest reality show host on TV, and Hairspray director Adam Shankman is our guest judge. I think it's safe to say that Adam will not utter the word "street" once, for which we are all surely grateful.

We only have an hour tonight, so they get right to it with new pair Courtney and Mark, who are performing a Viennese waltz by Aussie Jason Gilkison from the Down Under version of the show. In the rehearsal footage, Mark keeps touching Courtney's boob, much to her chagrin. Court, I don't think Mark's particularly interested in any part of your anatomy, so don't fret. On stage, they glide and twirl very nicely, and I think it's certainly one of the best waltzes we've seen thus far.

We begin this evening of supreme injustice with a futuristic group hip-hop number by newbie Chuck Maldonado that doesn't knock my socks off. It's okay, but the dancers all look like they're extras on Deep Space Nine, or something. Cat, attired in the style of a Greek goddess (which needless to say is a nice look for her), introduces the judges. Toni Basil is sadly still present, and she talks about how hard dancing is and how back in the day learning "street" (of course) was a big challenge. Nigel then gives a badly written PSA about how Americans should vote in the November presidential election. Well, I sincerely hope the results of that vote are better than they are tonight.

Toni Basil has apparently not been resting on her "Hey Mickey" one-hit-wonder laurels the past 26 (!) years and has been working with Bette Midler and Tina Turner. She's also the guest judge this week. Perhaps Nena can grace us with her presence next time and the dancers can do a group number involving 99 red balloons.

The first couple tonight is Courtney and Will, performing a Samba choreographed by Jean-Marc Genereux and his wife France. It's a great routine to "I Fell in Love With the DJ," which I must purchase from iTunes ASAP. Will and Courtney's hips are swiveling like Tasmanian devils, and they have terrific chemistry. Aside from the moments when they were thinking too much about technique, Nigel loves it, and mentions Will's sheer black shirt, suggesting that all the hot male bods on this show should be starring in a 300 dance sequel. I don't think it's possible to make that movie any gayer than it is, but A for effort, Nigel. Will endears himself to me by giving us a "Spartans!" Hee.

I got my wish, and a Bollywood number by Nakul opens this results
show. It's fun, and the kids all look hot, but it doesn't quite pack the same punch as Katee and Josh's previous number. I think the dancers all need a nap, since this isn't quite as energetic as it should be. Cat comes out and mentions that choreographers Mandy Moore, Shane Sparks and Wade Robson have received Emmy nominations. The show itself apparently did not, nor did Cat. There is no justice in the world, Cat! Howie Mandel did, however, score a nomination for Deal or No Deal. I rest my case, re: the lack of global justice.

Of course, the big news this week is that Jessica has fractured one rib and broken two, so she's out of the competition. It doesn't stop her from strutting out on stage in high heels to explain the situation to us after she's conspicuously missing from the intro, so she must be a real trouper. I don't think she's faking, as some people do, since I truly can't imagine she'd quit now, even after the hard time she's had with the judges. The upshot is that Comfort, being the last woman eliminated, is back in the contest. Jessica says that she's resting so she can heal in time to tour, which I hope is the case. She earned that spot, and I wish her the best. I read a rumour that Will dropped her in a rehearsal, but they don't go into specifics on how she acquired the injury. Perhaps Comfort "accidentally" pushed her down the stairs, like in Showgirls. What? You've totally seen that movie, too.

We begin our results show with a group hip-hop dance set to a Ne-Yo song. The choreography is engaging right off the bat, and I correctly guess that this is a Tabitha and Napoleon effort. The gang is decked out in red satin jackets with sleeve piping that glows in the dark. It's a neat effect when the lights go out, although I prefer actually being able to see the dancers. Thankfully, the lights aren't off for long and we're treated to an enjoyable routine. It's filmed much better than last week's Cabaret number, and we can actually see what's going on and appreciate the movements. It's good when the editors lay off the uppers.

Hey, dance fans. This is Keira, filling in for Annie this week. This episode featured both terrific and rather average dancing, the apparent first appearance of the mysterious "Bollywood" in these lands, and randy judges who alternately want to screw and, in the case of Mia Michaels, brutally murder the contestants. Quite possibly at the same time.

Chelsie and Mark have the number one slot tonight. Initially, this team didn't make much of an impression on me (I still can't remember their earlier dances), but that all changed with the "Bleeding Love" briefcase routine a couple of weeks ago. I still haven't gotten sick of rewatching it, and I've loved every routine of theirs since.