Back to Team Red, where Sharone is cooking the steak and outlining his plan for keeping everything medium rare until service time. It doesn't sound that convincing to me, but the judges sound impressed. Or maybe they're just thrilled to see a team leader who isn't vibrating through walls. "Very scattered," Graham says of Mike. It is what it is, the snide home viewer mutters.
Gordon checks in with David, who's busy cooking the bacon for that potato dish. Mostly, it's an opportunity to resume making fun of his tuxedo shirt -- "You're dressed like a waiter!" -- but it also serves as a bit of foreshadowing. We hear a crash and the camera cuts back to David where about five pounds of bacon are now resting comfortably on the kitchen floor. No five-second rule is in effect for MasterChef, I guess. "It's cooked perfectly," Gordon says ruefully. Not that the Blue Team has any reason to gloat -- we're a half-hour from service time, and their pork is painfully undercooked. As in raw. Back to the Red Team, where the issue of portion size is now rearing its ugly head. Sharone thinks three pans of vegetables and potatoes will not be nearly enough to feed all those Marines. I share his concern.
Ten minutes to go! And that means everyone starts following Mike's lead and getting all frantic. Food is Saran-wrapped. People scurry about. LOUD NOISES! "Nothing would suck more than cooking this food for three hours and then forgetting the tools to serve to people," Graham says. Oh, I can think of a few things that would suck more -- serving undercooked pork to people proficient in hand-to-hand combat, for starters. Anyhow, time runs out and there is much joyous hooting. But let's not go celebrating just yet, kids -- we've got a base full of Marines to serve.
OK, maybe not the entire base, but enough Marines to comfortably fill that beach. After a few gracious words from Gordon about what an honor it is to cook for all those soldiers, which he delivers, less graciously, via a bullhorn, the Marines commence chowing down. And it appears that they're beating a path to the Red Team's steak-and-potatoes offering. "We chose the menu they like," Faruq crows. But maybe they chose a little too well, because soon the limited supply of potatoes and vegetables are going, going, gone. Someone, Joe says, is going to have to break the news to the Marines still waiting in line that their menu options have just been halved. "And it's not going to be me," he adds. So much for that Congressional Medal of Honor, Joe. Anyhow, Faruq gets on the bullhorn, apologizes profusely to the slighted Marines, and the Blue Team swoops in to make the most of the situation. They're very happy they have more than enough food for the Marines -- of course, it's easy to have a surplus of food when your diners were clearly flocking to your competition first. To salvage a little bit of dignity, the Red Team starts doubling up on orders of steak and apple turnover. For the record, extra meat is quite pleasing to hungry Marines.