Krupa and Gina are still working on the appetizers in the Red Kitchen, with Gina pushing stuff out really quickly without any timing coordination with her team, so Krupa blames Gina for the undercooked spaghetti that she's "forced" to serve up.
Monterray's on meat, and since we're getting a talking-head of him explaining the rhythm he has and how comfortable he is there, we know he's going to fuck things up. Sure enough: raw Wellington. Ramsay goes on a half-hour cursing tirade at him. You know, it really only takes an episode or two of watching this show to realize that any competing chef needs to know how to cook beef Wellington, risotto and scallops almost above everything else, so it's amazing that it's been a problem so often already this season.
And then Krupa screws up another pasta so badly that Ramsay calls everyone around to marvel at how terrible it is. Too much sauce, not enough pasta. "It looks like baby food out of a fucking tin. It's disgusting!" he yells. Krupa goes back to work, but then he orders her to fuck off upstairs, since he can't bear to look at her anymore. "I do know I'm better than this," says Krupa, crying, adding that she's digging her own grave pretty deep.
Appetizers start to improve from the Red Side, so it's back over to Blue, where Tommy, on fish, is shutting down and not answering anyone (including Ramsay) on how close he is to finishing things. But he shrugs and tells us he'll be noticed by not letting anything leave his station unless it's perfect. Real rock 'n' roll spirit right there.
But Red Team's not communicating either, with most of the blame (heaped largely by Elise on garnish) going to Gina. "Talk to each other!" Ramsay pleads.
Then Monterray screws up two more Wellingtons, and Ramsay calls over Tommy because of the cod he had to refire, and he sends them away to go play Yahtzee or whatever it is that chefs do when they've been banished by Ramsay.
Monterray blames Tommy because he kept pushing the time back, but Tommy feels he's collateral damage for Monterray's mistakes.
Gina and Elise are still squabbling. "Like two cats fighting," Ramsay observes. And then Gina brings up "raw fucking bass," and Ramsay shows it to everybody and slaps it with his hand, sending it flying. So he invites Gina and Elise to fuck off out of the kitchen as well. Elise acknowledges that their performance was sub-par, but not so much so that she deserved to get thrown out of the kitchen.