Krupa tells us the girls made a pact not to lose tonight. Oh, well, you made a pact. She delivers a perfect Wellington, and entrees start leaving the kitchen. Baseball legend Fred Lynn approves again. Not exactly teeming with even C-list celebrities this episode, are we?
Steven brings up some scallops to Ramsay, who then gets in an argument with him over whether the "springy" scallops are ready. Ramsay calls them rubbery, and Steven's punishment is to go sit next to Chino and eat the scallops. He merrily stuffs his face. "I think they're perfect," he tells us. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks," says Paul. So Tommy takes over the fish station, and Ramsay's scallops go from rubbery to "boiled bits of shit." He's benched too, and Ramsay even sends over some sauvignon blanc to go with the raw ceviche scallops.
So Brendan's practically tenting his fingers all Mr. Burns evil at the fact that blue team members are dropping left and right, since he figures he'll roll right over everybody. "This competition is mine, and it's only a matter of time." Ramsay's also not too busy to yell at all the benched chefs that they fucked up the fish station. Steven tries to point out he jumped up to help at the fish station, and Ramsay says he wish Steven had just jumped in the oven instead, as it would have made his life easier.
Carrie's not having a ton of success with her scallops, but not so bad that her food is getting thrown in the garbage. There are shots of annoyed diners checking their watches, and pretending like they're not actually there in the hopes of landing at least a teensy bit of television time. I mean, if you've seen this show, you know that sometimes it takes a while for food to get out there.
Anyway, while the three stooges drink wine and eat scallops, Jonathon rocks on the beef Wellington (which he tells us he's never cooked before), but now Monterray is now not ready with the garnish, so Ramsay sends the protein back.
Elise muscles in on Carrie for the fish to impress Ramsay, which works, if the reaction she was going for was, "What in the fuck is she doing?" He sends her to the red chef's table.
Another perfect Wellington from Jonathon, but they're waiting on garnish, and now Brendan's aura is burning the potatoes. "I've never in my whole career ever been stopped by fucking side items," says Jonathon. Sure, well, roadkill squirrel goes with anything. Paul takes some time out to yell at his teammates for not being as awesome as he is.