Back with the Blues, Josh FINALLY gets the lamb chops perfect and pulls the Blues out of the hole as a result. Even Scott bellows some gravelly encouragement at Josh. So now, with the Blues overtaking the Reds, Ramsay turns his abuse on them. Not that it's undeserved, mind you, with Bonnie attempting to cook on an unlit stove. "Hey missy, turn the fucking gas on. It will help!" Ramsay advises. However, just when the Blues thought they were finally getting ahead, two of Brad's turbot consommés are sent back for being bland and salty, respectively. Ramsay yells and screams and makes them taste the dish and then tells Brad to start them again and then tells him to fuck off. Unfortunately, the Reds aren't faring any better. They've completely stopped talking to one another, Bonnie starts burning things (which is a slight improvement over not actually cooking them), and no one seems to know who is cooking what and when. Poor Chef Ramsay yells and then kicks the hell out of some red plastic lined trashcans.
Finally, desserts get served by the Blues, and the Reds really start bitching at one another. Jen won't talk to Bonnie and Bonnie keeps whining about it. The restaurant empties and the contestants are lined up. Once again, Ramsay decides there is no winning team. He is particularly pissed at the Blues for leaving Josh in the lurch and reams them for it. There is only one person that whole night, who was impressive and consistent: Julia. WOOHOO! Not a single one of her steaks came back, and Ramsay is rather freaked by the idea that her dish -- the most popular one that night -- almost wasn't on their menu. He tells Julia to pick a Red to go home and then orders the Blues to decide amongst themselves the same.
Back in the dorms, Bonnie knows she's the one to be nominated but spends the rest of Julia's deliberations convincing her how truly sorta great she is. "I think I make kick-ass dishes, I think my creativity supersedes what I can do in the kitchen!" "Creativity" like...steak and eggs? "I have a great mind and a great mm-- you know, tongue, for something like this."
The Blues can't come to a consensus about who should go home because none of them will send themselves home. Josh says over and over how he's sick of being the team's whipping boy. Rock tells us, "If Josh stopped messing up, he wouldn't have to be worried about being our scapegoat or being ragged on or anything like that, he'd just be...good." Remember when we used to say "ragged on" all the time?