Today on the season premiere of Gourmet Gauntlet.
Chef Omar. Strangolapreti. My mother's favorite.
My grandma makes better strangolapreti than that,
and she's been dead 15 years.
Get the fuck out of my kitchen!
Sean! Sean! Sean!
What are you doing? Why are you doing it like that?
Why would you make savory eggnog?
We got sage leaves wilting right here. What's this?
Cilantro.
-Okay, it's watercress. -Yes, watercress.
So, you're coming at me, it's a watercress-nache? What is it?
-It's-- A corn-- -What is this?
Put the oil in here. It's sick how you can't use this.
How's it going?
Three months ago she didn't want anything to do with this place.
Now she won't leave.
Sir, I said no alcohol on the premises.
You gotta put that away!
I don't like these people.
When do you think you'll be home?
There's a million forms to sign.
For Sean to sign.
I'm making Dorothy's favorite cake.
Oh, good. I'm starving.
You'd expect better food at a place that costs more than Harvard.
-Did you get the flowers? -Yeah.
They're in the trunk. Spare keys in the vestibule.
Julian, come on!
I gotta run.
Hey! Watch where you're going!
-Know who you're talking to? -Yes.
Well, here's your fucking emotions.
Five minutes, everybody!
Chef Omar. What you got?
Beautiful.
-…crying in my kitchen? -No, Chef.
There's more fucking salt than there is in this dish.
If you are a quitter then quit, quit, quit!
And truffles.
-Truffles. Mushrooms and truffles. -Chef, gonna make pie.
It's--
No, no, no! What are you doing?
You are kidding.
What are you gonna do? Serve burned shit?
-No, Chef. -Would you eat burned shit?
No, Chef.
Only the church can see this.
That morning Philly sunshine
looks like it's making way for some heavy rain.
"God's plan," he says.
Oh, well. What's that old saying?
Pour yourself a drink. Put on some lipstick.
And pull yourself together.
-Leanne? -Where are you, Roscoe?
I don't know. They just dumped us out.
-Who did? -Hey, give that back!
Leanne, are you okay?
You left your posts.
Police cleared the park. They shoved us into vans.
It happened fast. A neighbor must've called in a complaint.
No. This was the church. Don't you understand?
They're closing in on me. I found one in the house.
Look around, tell me where you are.
Some bus station across the city.
You will get in a cab. Get as many back as you can--
What's happening?
Leanne, have they come again?
I can handle it for now.
Just hurry.
Juki! Juki! What's wrong with you?
Hey, it's Sean. Leave it.
This is Julian. Maybe another time.
Julian, where are you? Just call me.
I'm on the street where you told me to go.
All right, all right. I'll stay here for now, okay.
Yeah, well, get back to me as soon as you can, all right?
Hey. Hey, buddy. You all right?
Just sit still. I'll get some help.
Don't move, don't move, don't move. You're gonna be okay.
Shit.
The hell is your problem?
You will burn like the rest.
Leanne Grayson.
You must come back.
Do you understand me?
It's what's best for us all.
We don't wanna hurt you.
You can't hurt me.
I'm not who I used to be.
I'm something more.
And there is nothing that any of you can do to stop me.
Okay. Okay.
No!
Leanne. What happened?
It's over.
Did they hurt you?
We need to be smarter than this.
It won't happen again.
I know.
You can go.
Hello, Dorothy. I'm happy you're home.
I got you these.
Take me upstairs.
I'll show you where the room is.
Long goddamn day.
I can't. I feel so sick.
What did the doctors think?
With spinal injuries, it's hard to say.
Best case scenario, if she keeps going with the PT…
she'll be able to regain most of her mobility.
Worst case…
I don't wanna think about.
Well, she's home now, so she'll get better.
We just have to be there for her, right?
Best of luck with that.
Just maybe a cup of tea.
How is she?
Resting.
I should go see if she needs anything.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Why?
Because she needs space from all of us.
Shut the door.
Good night, Leanne.