On order: Four New York strip; two medium well, two well done.
Hey, Jim, make sure you're keeping a count on your steaks; it's a lot more popular than we thought it was gonna be.
(reading the next order) After that, five New York strip; one rare, hey! Four normal!
(interview) As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five behind that, I went: "So this is the game we're playing tonight. It's Steak-O-Rama here in Hell's Kitchen."
(to Jim) So, I'm gonna try to be your backup here. (interview) All the tickets are coming in, and Jim's getting just... bombed. I'm a little worried right now. But I will bail him out because I'm the fucking man.
Hey, five New York strip, how long? (Jim doesn't respond) Jim doesn't even answer me! Who's counting it down, Jim?!
Five minutes, Chef! Five minutes!
Jim! (Jim finally acknowledges Gordon) Have you switched off?
No, I have not switched off!
Right now is... one rare, four mid...
[While Jim is repeating the order, Gordon notices Van's pan is billowing clouds of smoke.]
Hey, Van! VAN! No no no, stop stop stop, you'll burn someone... (grabs Van's smoking pan and takes it over to the sink)
(to Kevin) What is it? Tell me, quick, while he's not looking!
Four mid-rare, one rare. (interview) When people get all fucked up like that, it's cool, 'cause I sit back, 'cause I know I can bail them out, so it makes me look like a hero.
(returning to the pass) Kevin!
Can you tell Jim what's going next?
[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?
(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!
(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!!
(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.
