But moments from opening, his optimism...
[sees some fondants at the pass] Oh, dear. Who cooked these?
[calls out Lovely] Lovely!
Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.
We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.
(interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.
[raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We're not even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!
(interview) That's it. The end.
SSuzanne
(interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!
Salmon, lamb please, how long?
Hey, what's that piece of shit there?
SSuzanne
It's supposed to be the salmon.
Holy fuck, look at that. It's like a... bison's penis - what is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?
Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.
Yeah, you fucked up, big time!
All the salmon's the same, I think we're gonna have to eighty-six it.
Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.
And we have five on order.
(to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!
(inspecting the bass) Sea bass is raw... Lovely!
It's not! It's SHIT! C'mere! Sea bass is raw! Translucent and pink!
Yes, Chef. (interview) The sea bass was not raw. I didn't see any pink, it was all opaque. (brings the refired bass up to the pass) Chef, the refired bass is coming up. (interview) So Chef Ramsay, get'cha eyes checked, 'cause, you know, he is getting kinda old.
(holding up the now burnt sea bass) There you go. C'mere, you. There you go. She sends out black sea bass!
SSuzanne
(interview) Uhh, Lovely did burn the sea bass. I don't believe that Lovely knows how to cook.
I didn't ask for blackened cod! (throws the bass in the trash)
One roasted crown chicken.
Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.
[sees that the chicken is burnt] It's burnt, the chicken.
It's crispy and burnt. Oh, my God!
[calls the Blue team] Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got fuck all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!
(interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.
I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!
Give me some shrimp cocktails now. Jean-Philippe! I'm serving shrimp cocktail. At least they're going to get something to eat! Hey you, nothing cooked! Nothing seasoned! Crushed ice in a glass with ketchup!
(interview) When Chef Ramsay says "You know what, stop cooking and just send out cold stuff!" That's embarrassing.
Let's go. Shrimp cocktail. Let's go.
With no cooking required...
...manage to get shrimp cocktail to the dining room.
With the compliments of Chef Ramsay.
LLady
A shrimp kind of night. Isn't it?
Hey ladies, come here. Hey, come here! Come here!
(interview) Everybody's like freaking out! Like Chef Ramsay's going to walk over with a fricking machine gun and like [imitates a machine gun] blow us all away!
The entire fucking dining room has shrimp cocktail. That's a first for me. You just turned my restaurant into a shrimp stand. And what's the point of going on? Shut it down.
[After a disastrous dinner service in which both teams lost, the Red team has already nominated Lovely and Tennille for elimination, and the Blue team is about to nominate two of its chefs]
Blue team. Joseph: let's be honest, that's a pretty sorry battalion you got there, isn't it.
Who's the first nominee for the men?
They can speak for themselves but they know who they are.
Hey smartass, I asked you to tell me. Who's the first nominee, and why?
No problem: Tony, and Andy.
Listen... I know you may be slightly stupid. First nominee and why?
First nominee and why? Tony. He knows why. We sat down as a group and they wouldn't pick each other. You know. No peer pressure! We're men!
Just, just just - what do you want, a fucking medal?
What do you want me to fuckin' say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fuckin' are. We chose as a group and they stand out and they said they belong there. Stand up, they know who they are.
[approaches Joseph] Listen, you chippy idiot. I asked for one nominee and why, plain English. And you're mouthing off, and you couldn't answer me. Now can you just tell me, in fucking plain English, the first nominee, and why he's nominated. Is that fucking clear?!
Thank you! [walks back] Unbelievable! One simple request, who and why, and you make a big fucking song and dance about it!
I ain't no fuckin' bitch, chef, I don't give a fuck. I ain't no bitch.
He's trying to bring the best out of you. You got to look past it.
He's not bringing the best out of me.
Shut your fuckin' mouth is what you should do right now.
I'm talkin' here. I don't give a fuck about you. I didn't come here for you.
SSuzanne
You want to be an executive chef, Joe?
You signed up to fucking learn and grow, and...
Yeah, shut your fuckin' mouth.
Okay! Answer the fucking question!
You keep talkin' like this, I'll have you out in the fuckin' parking lot! I don't give a fuck. What do you want me to say?
I ask the fucking questions, YOU give the fucking answers!
[takes off his jacket and walks out of the line] Fuck that shit, dawg. I ain't here for that! [approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him] You want the fuckin' jacket? You want to talk some shit? Let's go step outside, mo'fucka! [gets in Gordon's face] I ain't here for that, dawg!
Ladies, ready. Scallops here, Chef.
Let's go. You've got no color on the scallops. Shit. Tennille! I've got no color on the scallops. Look, they're boiled.
SSuzanne
(to Tennille) That happens when you put too much oil in the pan. They end up marinating themselves, ok?
(interview) Suzanne likes to Hear. Her. Self. Talk!
SSuzanne
There's too much oil in the pan.
(interview) She needs somebody to smack her in her face and tell her to shut the hell up.
What are you doing with them now? You can't put the same ones back in the pan! Oh my god.
YOU CAN'T PUT THE RUBBER ONES BACK IN THE PAN!
Just forget about that one, Tennille. Here, give that to me.
(interview) You're talking to me! You're talking to me!
(interview) Get out of the way, and let me cook my food!
Can you do it? Or shall I do it?
You ready? On those scallops? How much longer?
SSuzanne
Tennille, if you sink our ship, I'm going to be pissed.
Fuck! What are you doing? What are you doing?
There's too many people talking to me at one time, and I'm just trying to do what you told me to do.
Take control of the situation.
Let's go, madame! Scallops please with the capellini, yes?
Yes, Chef. Yes Chef. (interview) Man, I almost sank the ship! (bringing scallops up) Scallops to the pass. (interview) But after they got out of my way, I was good to go. Did anybody notice that?
[After a solid good dinner service for the second time in a row]
Right, that was close. Ladies, you've beaten by the sides.
SSuzanne
(raises her right hand) Chef, can I get a play-by-play on that?
Yeah, first of all, okay? I'm telling you, straight to your face, you lost. And here's one more thing: you did have one more member than the men. They did it with 11 arms. So play-by-play, take it on the fucking chin, with a little bit of respect. End of fucking story.
[The Red Team have started their first entrées]
(to Tek, regarding the steaks on the grill) You need to organize them a little better so we can get more on.
I know, I'm going to. Just chill for a second. (interview) This is my station, and I know what I'm doing, so... back off.
Stand by, yes? Away shortly; five New York strip, one chicken! (Tek ignores him) She's not even answering me...
Five strip, coming up now!
NO ONE'S GOT MY BACK HERE! Tek!
Five strip, one chicken, walking up now!
Let's go, then! Where's the strip?
SSuzanne
(brings the garnish to the pass) Five orders...
[Gordon checks the steaks; they're VERY undercooked]
(sighs) Fuck off, Tek... Tek! (brings the steaks to Tek's station) That's fucking... that's still blue in there, yeah? Just touch that on top there, touch. Come on, touch it Suzanne! Touch!
SSuzanne
(touches the steaks) Get it back in the oven.
Fingers are going right through it; it's blue!
Do you have room to start grilling off more?
Yeah, I will in one second.
(grabs more raw steaks) These are flatter, okay? These are thinner.
(interview) There were like, five people working a one-person station. Like, I know how to cook; I'm not a fucking dumbass. (back in the kitchen) Unfortunately, there aren't numerous hot places on the grill.
Okay, mark them and throw them in the oven; I've got a 500-degree oven back here.
(interview) You can't rely on that grill to cook your food for you! The grill has a purpose in that moment, and that purpose is to mark your food, and then you finish it in the oven!
(brings the steaks to the pass) Coming up with steaks!
(checks the steaks) Now they're burnt... (brings the steaks back to Tek) I am fucking so upset! That's nicely cooked, that's nicely cooked, and then what are they for?
[Close-up of the steaks; one is properly marked, and the other is black]
They're black! How can I serve THAT and THAT on the SAME TABLE, TEK?!?
I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! What's the matter with you, madam?! HALF THE DINING ROOM HAVE GOT THEIR ENTRÉES!! YOUR HALF ARE STANDING, STARING!!
SSuzanne
(interview) Tek talks more of a game, but if she can't back it up, she's going home.
THIS MAY NOT BE IMPORTANT FOR YOU, MADAM, HEY- BUT MADAM, THIS IS FUCKING SERIOUS, AND YOU'RE SHIT!!! (to the servers) Yeah, just take the fucking lot back, will you? Get out my sight...
[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]
Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!
(interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.
This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!
Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!! [kicks the bins]
(interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!
It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!! [crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?
Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?
[The Blue team goes over to the Red kitchen and started working]
(interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
Away now: Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish!
(interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches crying!
No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.
[Jean-Philippe has brought a dish back to the pass, because...]
Chef, it's raw in the center.
Oh, no... Hey, ladies! All of you, c'mere a minute! I'm FED UP with it! (shows them the dish) Give me an answer for that! That's raw pork!
SSuzanne
(interview) Sabrina sent out... raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you... seriously ill.
Yeah, oh, is it-?! (smashes the plate in the trash can) FUCK OFF! (pulls the raw pork chop out of the trash) "It's me?!" (shows Sabrina the pork chop) Hey, you- just touch that!
Yes, Chef. (interview) Sorry, Chef. That's my bad. Oopsy-doopsy.
Two sea bass, halibut, lamb, yes?
SSabrina
(to Suzanne) I can go with that lamb, are you ready?
SSuzanne
Sounds good; I'm ready.
SSabrina
(bringing the lamb up) One lamb, medium, coming to the pass! (to Tennille) S'cuse me, behind you...
SSuzanne
I need another minute, sorry.
SSabrina
Fuck! If they would just-! (interview) Oh, not again!
Come on, fucking hell, come on...
SSuzanne
Sorry, Chef. I thought I could do it, but...
Well, I'm fucking out to dry now, aren't I? I'm standing here with my fucking pants down again.
SSuzanne
Just one minute, Chef! One minute!
(to the Red Team) Everybody buckle down and let's go! We can do this!
Tennille! And you wonder why I go fucking apeshit? Stand here for five minutes and see how PAINFUL it is!
Understood, Chef. (interview) Everybody's got their stuff up! We don't wanna hold up the whole thing and let it get cold!
(to Suzanne) I'm not gonna- it's not gonna die here!
Thirty seconds sea bass, yes?
SSuzanne
Yes, Chef! (checks her sea bass, and it breaks) Shit! Fuck me!
SSuzanne
Sorry, guys. (to Gordon) Chef, I killed the table.
TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY BACK!! Fuck off with you, yeah?! Fuck- fuck right off, yeah?! (takes the tray containing the rest of the order) There you go! (hands the tray to Suzanne) Yeah, that's you! Take it back!
(interview) NOW WE GOTTA DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN?! THANKS A LOT, SUZANNE!
You fucking shitting me?! UGH!!
RIGHT NOW, I AM NOT GONNA START SERVING HALF A FUCKING TABLE! NO CHANCE!
AND NOW YOU'RE DRAGGING THE FUCKING KITCHEN!
(to Suzanne) We're behind. We gotta pick it up, okay?
SSuzanne
I'm trying to go as fast as I can!
(interview) SUZANNE! SUNK! THE! SHIP! She sunk us! Left us on the curb!
(to Suzanne) DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!
SSuzanne
Guys, I can't have my station be a fucking dump pit!
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Suzanne]
Fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Come here, both (Sabrina Gresset and Suzanne) of you! It's requested med-rare! All of you, come here! Touch that! Yeah, touch that! Touch that - YOU (Sabrina) TOUCH IT AS WELL!! What is that?!
SSuzanne
Medium-well, chef.
SSuzanne
Well-done, chef.
SSuzanne
(interview) I overcooked liked an entire pan of lamb. Oh, it's terrible!
(slams the plates down) Medium-well? And... that's well done? (to Suzanne and Sabrina) Well-done to you! And well-done to you! I can't believe just how inconsistent you are! Do me a favour: You and you FUCK OFF UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! Both of you!
(interview) Holy shit! He's going to shut us down!
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