Of course, the work continues early in the morning, and is still going strong when Blue returns, and Brian begins being particularly obnoxious to the vanquished. Eventually, Blue gets to work themselves, whereupon Robyn seems surprised that a team she hasn't worked with before has different methods from the ones she employs, and Royce couldn't give a shit, what with Robyn no longer being on a team stuffed with vaginas, apparently.

Ramsay comes in to give them the lowdown: There will be special guests at the chef's table. But then I'm confused, because instead of a special guest, he says Blue will have the winner of Season 9 of American Idol, and a Season 10 finalist. I don't know who either of those people are, but judging from the gleam in Justin's eye, he wants to have sex with one or both of them.

At Red's chef's table, they'll have one of the greatest British soccer players to ever play the game. We go to commercial on this MAJOR CLIFFHANGER. Or it would be, if they hadn't told us last week it would be David Beckham, which is, yes, much more impressive than those forgettable American Idol wastes of oxygen.

And the women lose their shit when they find out it's David Beckham. Christina says she doesn't get star-struck, but what girl doesn't think David Beckham is smoking hot? "I like women, and I think he's smoking hot," she says. Heh.

We're open! Here come the American Idol people, Lee Dewyze and Haley Reinhart. Look out, Beatles! And then Beckham shows up, sadly without Posh, but without some kid named Brooklyn, who I will assume belongs to him and isn't, say, the Robin to his Batman. Christina calls him a magical creature who came in on a rainbow riding a unicorn, eating a cupcake. Helpfully, the graphics department shoots a rainbow off behind him.

Ramsay welcomes Becks and Brooklyn to Hell's Kitchen, and Dana has to fan herself after having the singular honor of taking their appetizer order for the pulled-pork pizza. Rather than building on yesterday's victory, Clemenza fucks up the very first order of scallops, earning a rebuke from Ramsay (and the amusement of the American Idol twosome who I'm sure still think they will be famous forever and won't be strung-out drunks working the lounge circuit in five years), but he rebounds quickly with the next plate. Dana's having trouble with the pizza, and calls in Kimmie for help. And then Christina comes over and she likewise has trouble with turning it, or something. Beckham's close enough to tell what's going on and he reassures them that there's no rush, and with the two teams of morons this season, there is such a "no rush" policy in effect that he and the other diners might not even get food. But their third pizza attempt is successful, and Dana happily delivers it to the Beckhams, who decide it's really good.