Hey. All of you, come here. [pours risotto onto a tray] Soup. Like liquid. Runny liquid. It's so fucking runny, you can't even spot the fucking rice in there. Then here, hey. [points at DeMarco] You as well. What do you think of that lobster tail?
AAnton
(interview) DeMarco, it just looks nasty.
Shriveled, rock hard. It's like a fucking golf ball! Then here, hey. Scallops come up, beautifully seared.
(interview) I was like, "yes!"
On ONE FUCKING SIDE!! Look. [flips the scallops over] How opposite can one scallop be?
[Gabriel (interview) facepalms]
Get a fucking grip. Let's go!
[Gordon checks on lobster brought up by DeMarco]
Hey, DeMarco, it's overcooked! It's like a fucking bullet! Come here, you.
AAnton
(interview) Oh, shit. This can't be happening. Not again, man.
Yes, chef. I'll get you getting another one right now.
(points to Gaurav) So he gets the risotto ready, and then you give him a big ball of elastic band, supposedly a lobster. Fuck off, DeMarco!
(interview) Gabriel, like come on dude. If you just let me do it, they'd be fucking perfect!
[Gordon notices DeMarco cooking tuna in a cold pan]
DEMARCO!! What are you doing?! The pan's fucking cold!
The pan's cold! (goes to DeMarco's station) What's a sear mean? [makes a hissing sound]
AAnton
(interview) DeMarco is pathetic. Literally searing tuna, a three-year old could do it.
Okay?! It's not hot the pan!
[knocks his hand on the workstation] If you can't sear this tuna, (points to DeMarco's chef's jacket and apron) take that off, get that off and fuck off home, okay?
[before the nonimation, both the Red and the Blue team started choosing a nonimee]
Sorry, man. I'm banning DeMarco.
RJRalph Johnson
Yeah, me, too. (interview) Right from the get-go, DeMarco's done shit. I mean, you can see a good chef and a shitty chef from a mile away.
Based off tonight, I did good, Chris did bad.
Mark my words, I'm not dead weight, guys. I guaran-fucking-tee that. (interview) I own everything and anything that I do in that kitchen. I know I could've done better, but Mike, he's poison for the team. Keep DeMarco, keep me, but get fucking Mike outta here! (to Mike) If I'm getting all the elements composed, you're seasoning my fucking fish at this point. And that's all you did for me tonight.
Wait, wait, wait! I gotta say something! Chris wanted to fucking be the first guy to leave!
You know what they say? One person just works in the other. It doesn't, you fucking idiot!
(to Mike) If you don't see me do something, you're my man. You're listening to every fucking order being called out and you're watching what my hands are doing.
Alright, the guy that's cooking is supposed to be cooking!
(to Mike) Both of you are responsible!
But if he's saying that he didn't do it right, you're his fucking backbone!
He's been trying to sabotage our whole team, he sucks so bad!
I think we should send Gabriel up because he did just as much on hot apps as I did on fucking fish.
What?! Are you fucking crazy?! You stood there like a bitch! Just standing there watching him!
(to Mike) GO BACK TO THE GROCERY STORE, MOTHERFUCKER! Back to the grocery store, and keep working there, you little bitch!
(to Jason) Fuck you! You loud-mouthed, fucking doughboy bitch!
Oh, really?! You're fatter than me, you little motherfucking piece of shit!
Seriously?! Fuck you, man!
[Some of the guys intervene and step in between between Jason and Mike to break up the fight]
(to Jason) You got one shot! One shot and you'll be dead before you even fucking register with your little fucking brain!
[DeMarco and Gabriel pull Jason away from Mike as Scott and Anton do the same with Mike]
(to Jason) He's not worth it!
He doesn't–HE WORKS AT A GROCERY STORE!
(to Jason) You can talk all the shit you want, bro!
RJRalph Johnson
Guys, listen! Listen!
That's it, that's done! THAT'S DONE!!
Where’s your dignity, blue team?!
[Gordon checks on the fish by Ralph]
Hey, hey Blue Team, all of you! Come here!
ALL OF YOU!!! Just touch that. Yeah, just touch how wet it is. It's not overcooked, it's like mush. It's like SOAKING WET DIAPER SHIT FISH AND CHIPS! All of you, come here. This is way too painful. You, you, you, you, you, and you, fuck off upstairs and have a rapid meeting. And come up with two individuals for elimination to get the fuck out of here. Now GET OUT!
[The Blue Team leave the kitchen]
[to Melanie] Two fresh fish and chips urgently!
Dropping right now, chef!
AAnton
[interview] The blue team is a disaster. It’s a little hard for me to be a leader when I’ve got the Three Stooges standing on the other side doing shit. Open your ears and listen to what I’m saying. Because I’m speaking for a fucking reason.
It's overcooked. (calls Anton) Anton, come here! I just want you at your fucking best!
AAnton
Honestly, chef, Scott is causing a lot of confusion in the corner for me. [Scott gives a shocked face] And that threw me right off from the beginning.
You can't just always blame it on us, man.
(interview) Scott got you all fucked up? How did Scott get you all fucked up?
AAnton
I'm not blaming it to anybody.
Hey, all of you! ALL OF YOU, FUCKING COME HERE!! SHIT!! [kicks a bin; leads the Blue team to the pantry] GET IN HERE!! I suggest you fuckers have a meeting and sort your shit out! [slams the door; returns to the pass]
One salmon, you have to walk with that welli.
And while Kashia hustles her salmon to the pass,
Wellingtons, where are they?
AAnton
Ten minutes left on those two wellingtons.
Anton appears to be in no particular hurry.
Is there any way you guys can talk to each other? She's [Kashia] running over the salmon, (to Kashia; points to Anton) he's fucking ten minutes away!
(interview) What do you do when there's no protein? You're standing there and waiting to get cursed out some more because that's all you can do. These two men, they suck!
(goes to Kashia's station and returns her salmon) Hey, here's your salmon. You cooked them properly this time, unfortunately, you're miles away.
Thanks to Anton, Kashia must sacrifice her perfectly cooked salmon and cook another one. Meanwhile, back in the Blue kitchen...
[while cutting her wellingtons] Oh, I think I need a bread knife.
(goes to Rochelle's station) Wait, Rochelle.
Rochelle's wellingtons have caught Chef Ramsay's eye.
(interview) Oh, crap! Please, please be perfectly cooked. Please be cooked at all. Do not be blue or purple inside.
(slicing the wellingtons) Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
You've never worked in a professional kitchen on the line before you come here?
You cook like you've been working in a kitchen for five years.
Oh, thank you chef. (interview) To be complimented by Chef Ramsay, I mean for him to take me seriously as a potential candidate for a head chef, [brings her sauce to the pass] Walking with my wellington sauce. (interview) that blows my mind. It really does.
Rochelle, that's beautifully cooked.
Back in the Red kitchen, Kashia is ready once again with her salmon.
[brings her salmon to the pass] Two salmon.
Two salmon, two fucking wellington!
But is Anton ready with his beef wellingtons?
AAnton
I need two wellingtons cut.
Wellingtons, are they ready to go?
AAnton
They're sitting right there, cut them off for me, please.
(slicing the wellingtons) Shit.
AAnton
These are overcooked.
(slicing another wellington) That's overcooked too, man. Those are all over.
AAnton
Those are my two newest. I've got a replacement.
I'm checking! There are some of them that are over chef! I'm working on it right now!
(interview) It was like a little wellington cemetery tonight for sure. Like, you know how expensive those things are?
(goes to Anton's station) Stop! All of you, stop! Anton, these are not a little over.
AAnton
That's way over, yes. Obviously, I screwed it up with the oven. Next door's oven, I got it down bad, this one I screwed it up.
(interview) I just don't understand making an excuse for an oven, or whatever. I mean, it doesn't matter.
AAnton
Normally next door, it's 18 minutes, five minutes on the side. I let it rest for another five minutes--.
Stop yelling at me! I've told them it's 14 minutes. Done, that's it.
AAnton
I understand that chef. (interview) Don't think I'm going to let some little girl get into my face and start ripping a new ass, because you got issues on being a woman in the kitchen. (to Sous-chef Andi) I was just saying that this is way overcooked.
AAnton
(interview) You will not break me and I'm going to just going to piss you off more on purpose.
Anton, fucking pull it together!
AAnton
I have it together, chef!
[angrily gets into Anton's face] DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME!! DON'T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME!
AAnton
I'm not talking back to you!
YES, YOU ARE! Pull it together! You're fucking doing this on purpose!
(interview) He crossed the line. She's in charge. Unh-unh, you don't do that. You don't even rock like that.
Shut up and say "Yes, chef!"
Anton, come here! [throws his spoon away; leads Anton to the pantry]
(interview) Anton's out of control, he's going down in flames.
(interview) I don't see it getting any better for him here.
[angrily slams the door] What the fuck are you doing?! You've got to keep it together!
AAnton
I do have it together, I have a clear head on it.
But the wellingtons are way out of control! You're not communicating, your head's in the fucking sand, and at this moment now I need you to rise and get it back together!
[After the service in which the Blue team had clearly won]
(to the Blue team) You guys, great job!
And Gabriel, welcome back!
Thank you chef. Thank you. (interview) Ohh, I'm so excited, man! I've killed it tonight!
(to the Red team) Red team, I'm disappointed! Kashia, I never taught you to braise salmon ever! Scott, I'm done with raw chicken! Anton, you sunk your team!
AAnton
This oven here chef is 14 minutes, the other side is 18 minutes chef. [Rochelle shakes her head]
That oven there is the exact same as that oven.
AAnton
I'm just saying that I should have went there and checked it out myself.
Okay, we can't blame the ovens right now.
AAnton
I'm blaming the ovens, chef. [Gordon gives a shocked face]
Okay! I don't want to hear any more bullshit about the oven! I want each and every one of you to come to a consensus of two nominees up for elimination. I'm done! Hurry up!