LAST EDITED ON 06-17-06 AT 05:48 PM (EST)

Okay. This premiere was supposed to be a 2-hr. episode, and should have been covered in a single recrap. But, let’s get real. This was obviously filmed as a separate episode. They went to great lengths to try to stitch the two together so that we wouldn’t notice. But, it’s hard not to notice something that bears more suture lines than Frankenstein’s Monster. (And, yes, I did steal my realization of this from Estee’s astute observations. Just as I evidently stole her CT’s. But, I’m keeping ‘em both. Pbbbbt.)

So, I don’t care what the network says, I’m covering this as either HK #2, Episode 1 - Part 2, or as HK #2, Episode #2. It’s your choice how you think of it. Doesn’t really matter. It’s still the 2nd hour of sweat, blood, tears, and curse-fired sulfur stench wafting through our living rooms. The fact that it all aired on the same night is my cross to bear, and yours to owe me for.

So, anyway, last week hour we got to meet all of our masochistic DAWs and learned that there’s only one actual cook chef among them. Our heroine, Heather, enters this hour on top. (You wanna know what I’m talkin’ about? Then go read Part One. I’m not recrapping my own recrap for you.)

Now, the thing is, what is she on top of? As the winner of the “Best of the Worst” award, she should be on top of the world. Or, at least the underworld. But, shortly we’ll see that she is on top of the garbage heap, along with everyone else.

With both teams having set a record of serving fewer people in more time than ever before, Ramsay decides to teach his first lesson about kitchen waste. To prove that this really is a separate episode, we start with a complete recrap of what just finished a mere commercial break ago. The narrator tries to make us believe differently by intoning: “And, now… The continuation, of Hell’s Kitchen.” Yeah, right. What.ever.

We open to the women kvetching and crying in CT, while the men exult in their victory. Frankly, instead of doing a CT I think I’d go to bed. The men only got 45 minutes of sleep last night, remember? Eventually, they do sleep. Exhausted, according to our narrator, after their experience in the kitchen. Sleep doesn’t last long though. Shortly, as we watch sleeping men drooling onto their pillows, a screaming Scott and Mary Ann charge into the bedrooms banging spoons against what appear to be large cowbells. Our DAWs react as if all Hell has broken loose. Which makes sense in Hell’s Kitchen.

It is 5:42 a.m. and our hapless DAWs are rousted to stand in the back courtyard in whatever clothing they managed to scramble into. Ramsay, impeccable in chef’s whites, greets them by telling them how badly they svcked last night and singles out Virginia and Larry to recap their faults. He wonders if any of them have any idea just how much food they wasted last night and orders them into the dumpsters to get the waste out. Tom, not sweating for a change, looks nauseated at the idea. But, everyone screams “Yes, Chef!” and races to climb into the dumpsters. Larry, our budding Pit Bull, CTs that he hasn’t felt well since he woke up, but that he must prove himself. We’ll see how that goes. They search through the mass of vegetables and waste to separate the wasted meat and fish amidst the sounds of retching. Giacomo, alone it seems, has no problem with this. He CTs that he lost his retainer at least 5 times in the High School trash bins, so he sees this as a walk in the park by comparison. Ramsay finally stops them before someone blows chunks and warns them that this kind of waste must never happen again. He tells them they stink and sends them to the showers. Tom realizes that everything is fair game in Hell’s Kitchen and feels grateful that he didn’t make them eat it. Dear Lord, why is he giving Ramsay ideas?

Freshly washed and assembled in the kitchen our DAWs lesson on waste continues. As the narrator points out (much calmer than Ramsay would do) waste can happen even before cooking begins. Ramsay strides into the kitchen bearing an entire, bone-in, top loin of beef. In a matter of seconds he has the loin carved from the bone and begins slicing “perfect” 10 oz. steaks. We know they are perfect because he says he can tell they are - just by looking.

Each of our DAWs will have 10 minutes to carve as many perfect 10 oz. sirloin steaks from their own chunk of cow that they can. The team that cuts the most acceptable steaks will win reward. To make the teams even he singles out Keith (Mouthbreather) to sit this one out. Keith’s ticked because, as a man, he knows all about carving meat. (Or was that pounding meat? No. Not a round steak competition, yet.)

When a teammate suggests that his steaks may be a little thin, Giacomo argues that his steaks are perfect 10 ozers. We’ll shortly see who better understands the size and weight of meat cuts. Men, or women?

First up are the women. Sara’s first cut is the dog’s dinner. The next 3 make it, the rest are gone. Heather disappoints – and Ramsay tells her so. She didn’t remove enough of the fat layer and only 2 of hers are deemed acceptable. Rachel gets 3, Virginia gets another 2. Marabel manages a final 2, bringing the women’s total to 12.

Men’s turn, with Gabe up first. He gets 3 and he’s never done this before. He CTs that he thinks each of the other guys should be able to get at least 3 apiece. An easy win in his mind. Garrett, our ex-con, is up next. Obviously, he was not incarcerated for anything having to do with a knife, as he only has 1 acceptable offering. Time for Giacomo and his perfect 10 ozers. Well, two of them pass, but the rest Ramsay pronounces as barely 4 oz.’s apiece. Guess we know who can’t measure his meat accurately, don’t we? Larry thinks this is his time to shine. And, as a fishmonger, you’d think the money would be on him. But, you’d be wrong. Holding up a tattered piece of what should be a delicious steak, Ramsay makes him admit that he did butcher it. Larry does not have a single acceptable piece of meat on his tray.

Faces fall, particularly Keith’s face, as the men realize that Tom, our schvetty stockbroker, is the only one left, and they need 6 perfect steaks in order to tie the women. They start to mentally tally the odds of Tom, TOM for heaven’s sake, being their savior. You can see them starting to wonder just what their “punishment” will be (other than becoming the laughingstock of all back-yard barbecue masters for losing a meat cutting contest to – horrors – women, of all things).

Ramsay calls Tom forth telling him it’s his chance to be a hero. Tom says he tried. In CT he tells us that he looked at his pile of meat and thought that maybe, just maybe, he has a chance. It doesn’t look too bad. Ramsay accepts the first 3 pieces and the women begin to worry. The next 2 pass, too, and Ramsay tells Rachel to begin sweating. Oh, the suspense. Will Tom get to be a hero to his team? The score is now 12 – 11 and the answer is… It’s time for a commercial.

And, big surprise to no one who has ever paid any attention to how a reality show is edited, Tom’s last 3 pieces of meat don’t pass muster. The women win, but Ramsay is impressed that Tom did so well on his first attempt at cutting meat.

Tom’s skill will come in handy, as the men must now cut all of the meat for this nights dinner. The women will dine with Gordon at a restaurant featuring a wild game menu. He tells them to hurry up as the helicopter is waiting. Now, I’ve ridden in helicopters before. The only one that I can think of that was large enough to haul around Gordon Ramsay and 5 women was the beheamoth we used to airlift a multi-ton air conditioning unit onto the roof of the plant where I worked. If they are all going to be on the same helicopter, and they’re all going to have actual seats (I sat on the floor in the open doorway), that’s gotta be one big chopper.

As the women high-five one another (acceptable this time), we share sour grapes with Tom who tells us that he didn’t come to Hell’s Kitchen to go on vacation. He came to win a position as an Executive Chef at a "billion dollar resort in a million dollar restaurant." They can have their fun. He’ll stay behind and hone his skills and eat some worms. So there.

The women dance and preen and our redneck Rachel is thrilled to spend time with Ramsay. With a shimmy, a “sizzling azz” gesture and a flip of her pantsuit’s coat tails in the mirror, she’s off to check riding in a helicopter off of her “hundred things to do before she dies” list.

They show the chopper, smaller than I would have expected – but Ramsay doesn’t appear to be in it with them (perhaps his ego wouldn’t fit) – soaring over the hillsides, while we go back to a pile of meat trimmings and another serving of vinegar whine. Keith tells us that Larry says he doesn’t feel well but “He just doesn’t know how to cut it.” No pun intended, I’m sure. No. I really am sure. I’m not at all convinced that Keith’s bright enough to have intentionally come up with it. For his part, relegated to cutting what appears to be stew meat, Larry believes that the team has decided that they can’t rely on him in the clutch. He’s right.

Back at dinner there are smiles, which Marabel is having trouble getting used to from Ramsay, and toasts of red wine. He tells the women to call him Gordon, to which Virginia, our “salad chef”, replies “I was hoping you would say that.” She, if you recall, thinks he’s hot. Ramsay looks scared and responds by casually dropping an “f”-bomb in reply. She CTs that she’s really hoping to get to know him better, “maybe on a different level?”. Like horizontal, maybe?

The screen splits, yet again, in another ugly suture line to show the contrast between happy, smiling Gordon with the girls and ground hamburger. Any edit forecasting, anybody? In case you think I’m off base, Tom is now mopping the floor telling everyone that they’re gonna sweep the floor with the girls tomorrow. And, Keith, our resident chauvinist (don’t believe me? Go read his official biography) is still serving up whine, and tells us that they are going to re-group and beat those “pretty little girls”.

Those “pretty little girls” return, already pretty well into their cups and, after a quip by Tom reminding them that they are already down a member, taunt the boys by teling them they’ll reflect upon that in the Jacuuuuuzi. While the women continue to partay, the men discuss their need to stay sober and go to bed early. All except, as the announcer needlessly tells us, Larry – who suddenly feels better.

Larry CTs that his downfall is women. He joins them in the Jacuzzi and they all laugh at bikini wedgies. The other men are not laughing. They are going to bed to get a good night’s rest and vowing to beat the women badly in the morning. Gabe CTs that he can’t imagine that anyone would think it was a good idea to get drunk the night before service, but the women – and Larry – party on.

It’s now 4:20 a.m. The dorm is quiet. All are asleep, either making up for lost rest, or sleeping off a hangover. Except… What is that wheezing, gasping sound? What is that voiceover? Well, the voiceover is our narrator, calmly narrating a wheezing Larry as he rolls back and forth in agony. Larry finds what looks like a pay phone and calls for an ambulance. He’s “sweating and tingling” and “needs help”. But, hey, at least he sweated and tingled quietly. I dunno, I think if I really thought I was having a heart attack I might wake someone. But, not our pit bull. He sinks to one knee and wheezes quietly while waiting for the ambulance.

Then again, maybe he tried to wake someone. The ambulance comes to the door, sirens screaming, and paramedics haul him away on a stretcher without anyone noticing. Makes me wonder what they dreamed that night. Did they just incorporate the sirens into their dreams as the voices of all of the other poor damned souls in Hell? Or, were the drinks really that strong and the exhaustion that great?

Whatever they dreamed, or not, they wake the next day oblivious to his absence. When they all finally compare notes and realize that no one has seen him Heather declares that “we’ve got a runner”, while Rachel notes that he hasn’t felt well, and Tom poo-poos her concern saying “he felt okay in the hot tub last night”. He’s ticked. “We need him.” Rachel is honestly taken aback at his trash talking someone who may be truly ill.

The mystery is solved when the phone rings and it’s Larry, actually looking and sounding fairly chipper for a guy in a hospital gown with IV lines running into his arm and monitor wires coiled up over his chest. He explains that they had to take him to the hospital, and the “gist of it is, the stress of everything really got to me and basically shut my body down. I won’t be back.” So much for our self-conceived pit bull. But, hey… That’s one way to even up the teams again. Maybe Donald should try scripting that instead of resorting to multiple firings.

The game must go on. While some of the women are upset that Larry had to leave this way, and at least Gabe tells us in CT that he hopes he’ll be all right, Sara looks at it in a positive light – it’s better for her. “See ya later alligator.”

Back in the kitchen Scott praises Giacomo for “at least knowing how to toss your nuts”. I guess if you can’t handle your meat, handling your nuts well is the next best thing. (Hey, he said it.) For his part, Giacomo tells us that he wants this win more than anything. Then he flips a piece of Butternut squash across the room when he tries to peel it.

The women want to win, too. Virginia, coming off of her bad – really, really, bad – performance of last night, declares that she’ll be giving it 150%. Just in case we don’t understand, she tells us that she may have been giving it 110%, or 115%, up until now, but she’s raising the stakes to 150% for today. I can’t wait.

Tonight’s lesson is on service. Sara is designated as wait staff for the Red Team. Keith is going to be wait staff for the Blue Team. Keith still has some of last night’s whine left over, which he serves up in a lament that this is about being a good chef, not about being a good waiter. Ramsay points out that he has some tables upstairs and that maybe he’ll run off some of his weight taking care of them. Keith says nothing, but if looks could kill we’d be looking for a new devil.

Once again the mini-DAWs show up. In preparation, the women set up their ingredients with Heather explaining to Marabel what is used for which dish, while Tom (entrees) tells Gabe (sides) that he will be talking to him a lot because they will need to be working in tandem.

Keith sets off up the 12 – count them, 12 – steps to his upstairs tables. By the time he arrives we can see that the men have 2 schvetters on their team. And, when he arrives at tableside he announces to his customers that he’s sweating. Wiping his brow on his shirtsleeve he tells them “Don’t mind it.” Ewww. How can they not mind it? He’s dripping on their table and menus.

Sara delivers her first ticket to the kitchen. Ramsay calls them together to hear the order and informs Virginia that if she makes him repeat an order again she will be going home. The women get started on their appetizers and entrees while the men wait. And wait. And wait some more.

Finally, Keith arrives with Blue kitchen’s first ticket. Oops. He’s forgotten to write the temperatures of the steaks on the ticket. And, he’s sweating profusely. Ramsay calls for a serviette (Non-U.S. speak for a table linen upon which one wipes ones mouth and hands) or a napkin (Non-U.S. speak for a cloth used to cover a baby’s bottom, or for a feminine personal hygiene product) to wipe his sweaty head. Ramsay tells him to wipe himself off, and re-write his ticket - with all of the information this time. After he CT’s that this is why he just isn’t cut out to be a server, Jean Philippe actually wipes him down. I do hope Ramsay pays JP well.

The women have their appetizers ready to go and deliver all 4 of them to service. Ramsay takes one look at the monkfish that Virginia prepared and demands to know what is in the vinaigrette. Someone says something about walnuts and he throws the plate on the floor, breaking it and scattering the unacceptable food, while "reminding" them that walnuts are supposed to go with the scallops. With one appetizer rejected, all must be pitched and started again. As our ever unruffled narrator explains, all food must be freshly prepared and top notch. So, all must be ready at the same time. If one dish for the table must go, they all must go. It’s not looking like a good night for Virginia.

But, it’s not a good night for Keith, either. He’s still rewriting the ticket he tried to deliver earlier. Unlike the Red Team who had 4 different appetizers and entrees, the Blue Team’s ticket consists of Appetizers: 3 spaghetti and 1 scallops St. Jacques, Entrees: 1 chicken, 1 duck. How hard is that to remember? I even remember it. Tom asks Ramsay to repeat it. In disgust Ramsay tells him to get off his lazy arse and read it himself.

As Ramsay reads off another ticket and tells them it should be 4 minutes to window for 1 scallops St. Jacques and 1 spaghetti, Gabe asks if he needs 2 quail to go with it. Quail? Who said anything about quail? Ever. Ramsay points out that quail is nowhere on the ticket and Gabe interrupts him to explain/agree ??? I dunno why he’s interrupting him. Ramsay doesn’t know why he’s interrupting him. I don’t even think Gabe knows what he’s stuttering about, but he finally shuts up after Ramsay tells him to stop being rude, repeats the order, and asks if he’d like him to e-mail it to his {censored} Blackberry, and to move his {censored} arse. Okay. Nothing like being polite, then.

Sara still seems to have an issue with that time promise thing. She tells her table that food will be out in 5 minutes (at least it’s not 2) and they comment that she said that ½ hr. ago. Meanwhile, the men are also having a time issue. Not with how long, but with who is going to tell Ramsay how long when he asks. Instead of whoever is in charge of the station answering, everyone answers. The fact that they at least all give the same answer, split seconds apart, does not please him any better than if all of the answers were different. He wants the person in charge to be in charge.

Still, it’s much better than last night. Both kitchens are serving up appetizers fast and furious. The women begin to plate their first entrees. Heather runs to get duck sauce and disaster strikes. I’m still not entirely sure, even in slow motion, what happened. She has the duck sauce in her left hand. There are 2 open burners flaming to her right. She picks up what may have been a ladle in a pot with her right hand. She immediately says – Note: says, not screams – “Hot. Hot.” The only thing I can figure is that, either the ladle had been sitting in a very hot sauce long enough to have conducted quite a bit of heat into the handle, or the handle of the ladle had been angled over the open burner flames to the side of the pot and no one had noticed.

At any rate, she’s burned her hand badly, and we get to see a caring side of Ramsay. She starts to run to the end of the counter, holding back tears of pain. Ramsay calls out to ask if she’s hurt. (He had been standing by her as she reached for the ladle so, whatever happened, he didn’t see the danger, either.) Upon hearing that she’s burned he rushes to her side. He tells her to calm down and takes her to the sink and puts her hand under “nice hot water”. Not cold – hot - water. I checked and double-checked this. Perhaps, this is an attempt to bring the skin temperature closer to body temperature before using cold, so as to limit tissue damage? As he holds her hand in the running water he starts calling, then screaming, for Jean Philippe. Ramsay is allowed to scream. It’s his kitchen.

Ramsay calls for an ice bath and tells the watching team members – male and female – that they have a serious burn, here. He soothes Heather, using a tone and language much like I would use to calm an injured or skittish animal. He sticks her hand in the ice bath and tells her that she’s a good girl and to take a deep breath. While he leaves to call for an ambulance &/or return to the window, Heather starts calling out to her teammates to check on the contents of the oven. She points out that there are quail in the oven. Not pre-ordered quail, extra quail. She continues to coach her team until Ramsay tells her the ambulance is there and that she is to leave the kitchen, ordering her to take the ice bath with her. Still in obvious pain she never breaches kitchen etiquette, saying “Yes, chef. Thank you, chef.” She exhorts her team to do well as she exits, only breaking down once she gets to the ambulance.

In CT she tells us that she is really, really, afraid. Not about her burn. About her team losing. She doesn’t want to lose another one of the girls and she would have stayed if she could.

With her gone Marabel and the Red Team start to fall apart. When telling Marabel to calm down doesn’t help and she drops a full skillet of spaghetti, Ramsay suggests that her best plan is to buy a restaurant and put 1 table in it. Any more than that and she’ll be {censored).

Desperate for good news Ramsay moves to the Blue Team where the men are starting to plate their first entrees. Remember, it’s 1 chicken and 1 duck. Tom has the meat ready… “Hey, you! Mophead! What goes with the duck?” Giacomo admits that he doesn’t know, yet. He hasn’t asked the Sous Chef.

He doesn’t know? How long has he known that he would eventually need to make the sides for this? How is it possible that Tom’s meat could be done and Giacomo is, as yet, unaware that his sides will be needed soon? Ramsay asks the kitchen as a whole if anyone remembers what goes with the duck. Someone says cabbage. Giacomo repeats cabbage and says that cabbage is what’s needed for the duck, while scrambling to look for a pot in which to cook cabbage. Ramsay yells at him for not telling Tom that there’s a problem. Giacomo obediently tells Tom that there’s a problem. Oy.

Waiting at the window of the Red Team is one of our mini-DAWs. Ramsay, obviously shaken enough that he’s forgotten to be rude to people who dare approach the window, asks politely what the young man wants. Showing some class for a mini-DAW, the young man very politely asks if they will be getting any food tonight. Instead of going ballistic Ramsay, in an uncharacteristically sharing mode, tells him that “Frankly, for the first time in my f-ing career, I’m in the kitchen with Muppets.” Not exactly an answer, but close enough for the young man who returns, smiling, to his table.

Hearing Ramsay telling the women that they don’t have any communication or teamwork, Sara asks if she can put on her uniform and join the kitchen. Ramsay tells her it’s the most intelligent thing he’s ever heard her say. Sara runs off happily to get dressed. As she un-dresses in typical super-hero fashion, pulling her shirt open without bothering to unfasten any buttons – popping them across the room – it’s easy to see what role she’s hoping to play. With her glasses sometimes on, sometimes replaced by contact lenses, she apparently has a Clara Kent/Superwoman complex. She essentially admits this in CT.

Once again on Blue Team’s side they are trying to finish their 1 chicken, 1 duck entrées. The meats are ready. Again. Giacomo has fried the cabbage. It’s glue. Ramsay is getting angry. Unable to explain what he’s done with the cabbage, or why he did it, Giacomo is asked why he didn’t become a woman’s hairdresser as he “pounces around” with a woman’s hairstyle. Unable to respond, Giacomo pitches his cabbage and starts yet again.

It’s now 3 hours into service. The women are finally getting out their entrees. They are starting to click. Except… Virginia. She plates gluey tortellini. They look like carp. Challenged about whether she would actually serve that plate of food in her own restaurant she tells Ramsay that she would. As an incredulous Jean Philippe looks on, Ramsay gives her one more chance to give a correct answer. Sighing, she looks at the plate again and says she’ll make another plate. She does not say that her previous opinion was wrong. Ramsay doesn’t notice this error. We do when in CT she whines about having to remake them. In her opinion they were fine because they weren’t broken. She handled them with care, but "he’s riding her just as he always rides her". Poor Virginia. Poor little salad chef. Poor me if I ever eat at any restaurant that she ever runs.

Not that it matters at all. Jean Philippe points out that the table that ordered her entrée is gone. As a matter of fact, almost all of the tables are gone. Ramsay calls both teams to the window in order to see the death of a restaurant. Anti-climactically, he orders the kitchen shut down.

Heather returns from hospital, her hand wrapped heavily in gauze, and probably under the influence of serious painkillers, in time to find out who won. Ramsay welcomes her back and recaps the fact that, having badly burned her hand, she stood in pain delegating her station to her teammates. He says that he has never seen that in 21 years of cooking. He’s very impressed. With her.

He’s not so impressed with the night’s service. Virginia is told that you “can’t buy standards”. He thanks God that she didn’t serve that tortellini. The fact that the person that had ordered it wouldn’t have been there to eat it seems to have been temporarily wiped from his memory. Wisely, Virginia doesn’t remind him. He wonders what on earth Gabe was doing. Has he ever done two things at one time in his life?

Once again he picks a losing team instead of a winning team. He is NOT happy. Remember all of that earlier braggadocio, that meat being ground into hamburger, those taunts and promises?

Yes! Editing proves true again. The Blue Team loses because they got zero entrees out of their kitchen. In 3 hours. And, they had a bad service (note Keith). Garrett gets the “Best of the Worst” award. He feels that he can’t put up Keith because he didn’t have anything to do with the kitchen. He believes that everyone else “equally svcked”.

Tom is angry (can’t say that I blame him) for being on the chopping block when he was able to get the meats done but couldn’t serve them because the vegetables weren’t ready. Giacomo thinks Tom is willing to stab anyone in the back in order to stay in. Tom shakes hands with Garrett and tells him, in a jolly, expletive filled conversation, that if he wants to put him up because someone else couldn’t make mashed potatoes and cabbage in the time it took him to make chicken and duck, so be it. Garrett shakes on it. Tom knows he’s up.

Garrett CTs that he needs to use this to his advantage. It’s the only way he’s going to win. Once in front of Ramsay, Garrett chooses Giacomo as his first nominee, for his “major malfunction” in the kitchen. Second up is Tom. Ramsay didn’t even ask why Tom was chosen before calling them forth. One of them will be eliminated. Or, not. Remember, it’s Ramsay’s kitchen. And, his show.

Tom takes the blame for the lack of coordination between himself and Giacomo. He says that will never, ever, happen again. In the future he will take charge. Ramsay believes him and send him back to the line. Jaws drop. Giacomo closes his eyes in prayer. Ramsay takes Executive Chef privilege and calls forth Gabe. He asks Gabe why he should stay.

Gabe says he came there to learn from the best. He came to learn from Ramsay. He’s chasing perfection and he will obtain it. Giacomo, same question. Why should you stay? This is interesting. I’ll try for an exact quote, because I’m still not sure what this answer was supposed to mean.

“I feel like there’s a greasy potato that I’m trying to grab. (makes grabbing motions while Ramsay looks confused) And, I just can’t grab it. But, once I grab it, chef, I’m not gonna let go.” Huh?

Ramsay: “You say greasy potato. I say greasy mop.” (hidden smiles from the women).

Giacomo: “Once you see my heart you’ll see what I can do, chef.”

Ramsay says they both screwed up. Cut to memories of Gabe asking about non-existent quail on the ticket and Giacomo having no idea what went with duck. But, no surprise given that Ramsay, himself, called him out (except for that incredibly poor answer of Giacomo’s, which goes to prove that Ramsay already had his mind made up) Gabe is the one banished.

Ramsay tells him that he’s incredibly sweet, but there is no place for incredibly sweet guys in the kitchen. Gabe hands over his jacket and CTs that you don’t have to be loud, rude, and obnoxious to make it in the kitchen. He believes that Ramsay has made the wrong choice.

Ramsay tells Giacomo to “Get a grip. Honestly, get a grip.” Giacomo puts it down to Ramsay believing that there is something in him that he hasn’t yet seen. The two teams are sent off to get some sleep. Ramming Gabe's jacket onto the meathook Ramsay says that cooking takes passion and it was clear that Gabe had no passion.

In other words, the lesson about waste continues to the end of the show. No matter what, Gabe was going to go. If Ramsay is so concerned about waste he might have chosen not to waste our time or theirs. He could have chosen to do a Donald and just fired Gabe outright. Worst of all, if he had done so and avoided this entire episode, he might have spared Heather her time in hospital. But, reality TV thrives on wasted time and effort. And, Ramsay, and FOX TV, know it well.

Perhaps that’s a lesson we all should learn. But, we won’t. We’ll be back to waste our time watching the next episode. Sigh.

So, next week, yet another chef comes up missing, chauvinists rejoice in their chauvinism, and they need to take away the knives before the chefs kill one another. Ramsay promises that next week he’s going to do something he’s never, ever, done before. Fire them all? We can only wait, and hope.

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Edit to fix random typos I was too tired to notice or fix at 3:30am