[During the team communication challenge, Ashley and Frank present their cheeseburger sliders]
What I did was I got some pancetta and rendered it down to crispy, just for another texture, and to enhance the flavor of the burger. And a little bit of liquid smoke.
Yes, just... just a drop.
I didn’t ask you to get crazy. I just wanted you to cook what was on your back. Do the recipe.
(interview) Frank, I want to grab you by the neck and just shake you. The recipe is the recipe, and you can’t deviate from it.
(to Frank) Here’s the thing. Had you followed the recipe, that would’ve been a near perfect burger. Ashley, congratulations. Point to the Red team.
(interview) She only won because I lost. That’s not a winner. That’s–that’s not a winner.
[holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.
Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.
Vanessa, call back the order!
We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] fuck. [rings a buzzer]
I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?
They were one, well-- fuck [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)
I am so sorry did not hear that.
Listen, concentrate, get your head down.
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Yes chef.
On order, table 30, two snapper, two tuna, two wellington!
Kristin, call back that order!
Call back that six order! Quiet, everybody!
Two special, two tableside, two risotto... ah! (looks terribly confused) Two... two wellington. [smiles nervously]
It's not funny. I'm just...focusing on a hundred things right now.
(to Kristin) This is not 'funny. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
I'm done with you! [calls the entire team] Come over, you!
(interview) Kristin, stop standing there like [acts funny] "Uh-duh-duh-duh-duh".
(to Sous-chef Christina) Christina, write that ticket on her fucking back.
[to Meese as she walks to the pass] Behind you.
Turn around. [writes the orders on Kristin's back]
(interview) Oh, my God, what is happening right now? Why are you writing on my chef's coat?
Do not let her forget what's on that table.
[after stirring around a pan of vegetarian risotto at the pass] Oh, my God! Hey! [holds up the pan to show the risotto sticking to the bottom] I know they may be vegetarian, but they deserve better than that! Who gave me that?!
(interview) What the fuck, bro?! Kevin... [makes slapping motion]
[throws pan and spoon across workstation] Is that your respect for a vegetarian?
COME ON! FINISH IT OFF! GET THE RICE COOKED!
[Kristin is helping Meese after multiple failed wellington attempts]
[to Meese] If you're not comfortable with it, don't serve it.
I'm not serving that. No, I'm not serving that. [throws wellington in the bin]
(interview) Oh, God! Fuck!
You put the wellington in the trash. [picks up the wellington that was thrown away] Hey, hey! Stop! All of you, come here.
[Gordon starts picking up the other wellingtons that Meese threw away earlier]
Cooked perfectly, and it's in the trash. Cooked perfectly, it's in the trash.
(interview) Seriously?! This is crazy. You never throw it in the trash! I will tear into that meat caveman style. Like, "Argh! I'm fucking starving!"
We're 75 minutes in, we've served one fucking table of entrées! We've put more food in the trashcan than we have in the dining room!
(interview) Why did you throw it away?! It was beautiful!
While the red team waits, back in the Blue kitchen...
Fire now, Buzz Aldrin, two tuna, four wellington.
Chef Ramsay looks to Hassan on meat to pilot this VIP ticket.
Hassan, focus on your table!
Yes, chef. Put the wellingtons in for me, Kevin.
Heard. Wellingtons going in the oven. [holds a plate of perfectly cooked wellingtons to mistakenly send in the oven]
(to Kevin) Where is he going?! WHERE'S THAT IDIOT GOING?!
(called Kevin over) Hey, whoa, whoa! They're done. (captions on a screen)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bring those back, please. Get them over here! (interview) Kevin, they're already cooked, man. We're cooking the ones that aren't cooked. Back up before you get slapped up, bro.
Man! (gives Kevin a warning; throws a fork to a cleaning rack) (Points his finger to Kevin) Hey, you, I'll kick you to the fucking moon. (to Kevin) Come here.
(interview) Oh, damn! Not good.
He maybe an astronaut, but you're a space cadet. (to Kevin) Are you okay?
Meanwhile, back in the red kitchen...
Garnish walking, girls! [walks Wellingtons to the pass]
Chef Ramsay is looking for Jackie to deliver...
Arctic char! Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]
...and finally complete the second order of entrées.
(Arctic) char. (sends it to the pass)
(returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here. Just touch that. Dannie, just touch that. COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!
Touch it! Touch... [heavily smashes the char] Fuck! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.
(interview) FUCK MY LIFE! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.
Jackie, come here! Fucking useless!
For the last time, get it together!
Yes, chef. Now I got to refire this fucking shit!
(talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?
How long on this char, Jackie?
The rest of the table are eating their entrées.
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You guys can start. Start before it gets cold.
(interview) Fucking half the table's eating. So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?"
(interview) Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.
I cannot wait! It's not good enough!
[Gordon holds the char and sauce, returns to workstation for the second time, and he has had it]
Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!
Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I-I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm fucking done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]
(whispers) Damn it. [Jackie throws her apron on a table]
(interview) THIS SUCKS! Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable.
It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.
[Sous-chef Christina goes up to the dorms and gathers the Red team, but Gordon stops them once they get to the kitchen]
Chef wants you now. Pick it the fuck up! You guys can thank the blue team later for finishing service.
[stops to call the entire team at the pantry] Stand there, all of you! Unbelievable! Tonight, you've got completely dominated in service. Get upstairs and think of two individuals who your team would be stronger without. Is that clear?
