[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Bonnie]
I did the scallops, chef. What's wrong?
Oh, come on! Fucking hell! You just asked me are they raw. Why don't you tell me what the fuck they are?
[throws a scallop in the bin, disgusted] Fuck off!
[smelling the crab] Hey, missy (Joanna), is that crab high to you? Anyone else smell that? Where's the crab? [picks up the container and smells it] Ugh! Maryann, smell that-- [seeing Joanna trying to leave] hey you, don't you fucking dare! Come here you! Hello!
[smelling the crab] Oh god.
Can you not smell that? The crab is off. It's fucking rancid! How can you do that?
JJoanna
I did not smell the crab chef.
(interview) I can't believe Joanna had been using that. I mean, it just made you sit up and go "Whoa!"
Have you sent one out already?
JJoanna
No, chef, we haven't.
Thank God for that! YOU'LL KILL SOMEONE! [throws the crab in the bin] Hey, get off! Get off! Julia, take over.
Should I recommend something else?
Oh, you fuck recommend. Yeah, recommend a new restaurant.
[Rock delivers his scallops to the pass with eggs cooked by Vinnie]
Hey, hello! Come here, donkeys! Here we go. We started. Come here! What is that?
What is that? [shows the egg to Josh] What-what is that? What is that? [slams the raw egg in Vinnie's whites] Fuck off, will you? Fuck off! Okay?
(interview) He slammed that shit right in Vinnie's... chest and Vinnie tensed up and he was about to bust and all I could think was, "Oh, my God. Do not lose your head."
Fuck off! Hey, why did you let it go when you know it's not fucking ready?
Hey, look at me now. You've now just confirmed to my mind you're not trustworthy! So fuck you!
(interview) It's tough to bite your tongue. I just figured take it, it's the only way to win and you'll be alright.
Start the fucking table again.
Julia, what you got in here is enough for two orders.
I'm going to toss all this (spaghetti) out. [dumps it in the garbage]
Away next, scallop, risotto, spaghetti yes?
You need more spaghetti Julia? Oh, I fucking just tossed it! Let me just get it. I'll get it. I'll get it. (interview) We had an order for spaghetti and I threw out what we had and I just decided to retrieve the spaghetti from the top of the garbage and washed it. 212 (degrees) kills the bacteria and I decided to serve it.
Where did you get it from?
Oh no, no, no. No way. (interview) Who in the world picks food out of the trash? You can't just do anything in the heat of the moment.
(not having seen what Jen did) How long Julia?
Julia's quality control kept garbage from being served and Jen should consider herself lucky Chef Ramsay didn't witnessed her mistake. Meanwhile in the blue kitchen, the pressure is on Josh and Brad to get out some entrées.
Let's do two wellingtons, one turbot. Lets go.
Josh, did you hear that? I'm going on two wellingtons. Can you, I need you guys to go.
That's not a problem. How long on the wellingtons?
You can't? I need to pull this out then.
Fucking little bastard. Hey, are you just trying to sabotage them?
So that it makes you look good?
Who's the first person you should be telling?
I should talk to him (Brad), chef. I should talk to meat station. It was my fault, chef. (defensively) No sabotage. (interview) I wasn't trying to sabotage. Are you crazy?
You deserve a kick in the nuts.
Hey, start the fucking table again.
[Gordon notices Brad scraping off the bottom of a burnt wellington]
Yes, no go in two minutes 45 seconds.
Hold on, there's someone being dishonest. Lift the bottom of the wellington over. [Brad does so] Oh come on. You give me them anaemic bits of shit, I'll fucking throw them up your arse sideways. [kicks a bin] Where's your fucking brains? I just cannot believe this! Can we have the two main courses TOGETHER? [kicks the bins] SHIT!
Where's the wellington? How long?
[comes up to Gordon] My wellingtons are going to be overdone.
Oh, for fuck's sake! Oh, come on!!
[cuts to the dining room]
MDMale diner
I'm not waiting another minute for my main course.
Seventeen (wellingtons) on order and you've got three to send. We're fourteen short!
(to a female diner) You don't want to stay a bit longer?
[the customers have begun leaving. Jean-Philippe returns to the pass]
Chef, they are all walking out. To the left and 12, 14, from both sides, chef.
(to the red team) Stop. (calls the blue team) Come here. Hey, hello, chef (Josh), sabotage. Your tables are now getting up and leaving. Fuck off, will you, yeah? [gets the tickets from the pass, crumples them and throws them away] Get out. GET OUT!