Where are the Wellingtons?
BWBen Walanka
Five and a half minutes, chef.
I'm watching you like a fucking hawk.
BWBen Walanka
I know you are, chef.
You know why? Do you know why?
BWBen Walanka
I don't-I don't know, chef.
I want you out. You're not cutting it. You're dreaming.
BWBen Walanka
(interview) It hurts. It hurts when someone goes at you like that.
Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Put that down. [finds that Ben has put fresh Wellingtons in a tray filled with burnt bits of pastry] Oh, my god! Look! Look!
(interview) Ben was struggling, just getting beat up by chef. Ben's just like J, in dinner service he just falls apart.
Come here, you! Get in there, get in! [Gordon leads Ben into the pantry] What's your fucking game?
BWBen Walanka
No game, chef.
Tell me something straight. What are you doing?
BWBen Walanka
Chef, I'm doing everything I can...
Why are you putting them on a dirty tray?
BWBen Walanka
Chef, only because I was doing Wellington on them before, and I could not find any more...
And that's good enough for you?
BWBen Walanka
No, it's not, chef.
BWBen Walanka
It's not. I don't want to do it in a...
One more, and you're fucking history. GET IN!
BWBen Walanka
(interview) Today, it took everything I had not to go up in my little coccoon. I just had to push forward.
On order, six covers table 20. Entrées: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one Dory. Wellington's medium, yes?
(to Andrea) Right Andrea, what's going? [gets no answer] No answer. I'm not in the best of moods, ah? I don't like being ignored in my own fucking kitchen. What's going?
(interview) On garnish, you've got to be thirty seconds before everybody else. If she's not checking the tickets for us, we're screwed.
Story of your fucking life, yeah, you have no idea!
Hey, she's running the section, yet she has no idea of what's going. (to Giovanni) Tell her, chef.
Two wellingtons one medium, one medium-rare and lamb medium? I'm sorry, lamb medium-rare. Two lamb medium-rare.
RBRobert and Ben Walanka
Two chicken.
Two wellington, Two chicken and a lamb.
Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one fucking Dory.
One wellington's medium, the rest is FUCKING NORRRRRRMAL.
Unlike us. (to Andrea) What's going, madam?
Hey, come here you. Hey... fuck off! Hey madam, (points to the front entrance) through the door there! FUCK OFF!
[Andrea walks out of the door while the camera crew follows her]
Get that fucking camera out of my face.
Andrea, relax. The only thing he wants from you is to come back. You need to fight back. If you don't, you're finished.
(interview) This is the hardest... most difficult, most up-and-down thing that I've ever, ever done in my entire life! [to Jean-Philippe] It's just been out of fucking control tonight. There's no communication with anybody, and I just haven't recovered.
Yes, I want to fucking stay! I've been through too much hell right now to fucking leave!
Absolutely. So keep it to Gordon.
(interview) It's just a reminder of how difficult it's been and how much...how much I just want this so bad.
So now you need to be strong. Go back in there, and give it your best shot. Go on, then!
(interview) I put everything I have into this every day, and I just had to go in there and fight for the rest of it.
[to Andrea] Right, what's going?
Two chicken, two lamb, one wellington, one Dory.
Thank you. Back in the kitchen! NOW WAKE UP, ANDREA!
[Ben has been struggling on the garnish station]
What's going, Ben? (gets no response) Oh, my God almighty! Oh, come on. Three Dory, two salmon, one chicken. (sees what Ben is doing) Why is he putting the lettuce there like that? He's trying to sauté it.
Look at the mess of this guy.
He throwing everything in a pot.
BWBen Walanka
(interview) I was just absolutely... just mind-boggled.
[picks up a pan and a piece of lettuce] You've got a pan here like that and you're throwing lettuce on top like that... you're shit. You are so shit, you don't realise what you're doing!
(interview) Oh, man Ben! Like, come on. You know better than that.
Hey, come here a minute. Why are you doing this? You're just adding the lettuce to the tomato and cucumber, you're not sautéing the lettuce?
BBen
Chef, I was in a side pan s-sautéing the tomatoes and the cucumbers, chef. But I did it wrong, chef.
Yeah, you're fuckin' up, you're cutting corners, and you're slipping big time! Do you know what? Do you know your biggest problem that'll always be the downfall of your career? You're full of fuckin' shit! 'cause every time you get fuckin' something wrong, you give a bullshit fuckin' excuse, but right now, I'm fed up with your bullshit excuses!
BBen
(interview) There's really nothing that I can do to please Chef Ramsay, and I'm slowly but surely being able to accept that.
You're too dangerous to have on service. I asked you what you're doing, you said you're sautéeing tomatoes, ARE YOU FUCK! YOU DIRTY PIG! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! Un-fuckin'-believable.
[Ben walks into the pantry and angrily bangs his head on the door]
BBen
(interview) What the fuck is going on?! I–I'm very upset right now, but I don't give up. I'm a good cook, I know how to cook. You know, I feel like I need to really try and pull it together. [goes in the bathroom to wash his face] Okay, we're back. (interview) I certainly ain't leaving here without a fight. I'll tell you that.
[Ben returns to the kitchen after a quick break]
Yeah, right. Hey, you! Come here you! What's going through your mind now? You still going to fucking butcher me and slice me and serve shit to them?
Where's your fight, man?!
Then wake up, you doughnut!