As LA tries to get up to speed, over in the blue kitchen...
J! Where's the other scallop?
[J brings the scallops to the pass; they're badly overcooked]
I have had enough. [calls the blue team] Come here, you! Leave it here, PUT THAT DOWN! You, come here! You come here!
What is that? What IS that? What is that? That's us at our best, WHAT IS IT? Wait, it gets better. Look, touch that!
T-Oh, my GOD! Unbelievable-- [J goes to touch one of the scallops, and Ramsay knocks his hand away] No, no no no, NO! NO! [throws a scallop onto the floor and faces J towards the door] GET OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT! GET OUT! OUT, GET OUT! Take your jacket off, and FUCK OFF!
(interview) I guess I don't belong here, so... I'll be going home. I'm here for a reason, and it's my boy and my wife, so of course I'm disappointed. It was a tough day. (in the dorms) Oh...that's fucked up bro. (interview) My dream when I came to Hell's Kitchen was to win. So, uh, now it's time to move on and get my own restaurants going. You know, I don't need Chef Ramsay's opinion anymore, I've got it. [entering the taxicab] Tomorrow's another day! Let's do it. (interview) It's time for J Maxwell to do his own thing.
Where are the Wellingtons?
Five and a half minutes, chef.
I'm watching you like a fucking hawk.
You know why? Do you know why?
I don't-I don't know, chef.
I want you out. You're not cutting it. You're dreaming.
(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?
Tell me something straight. What are you doing?
Chef, I'm doing everything I can...
Why are you putting them on a dirty tray?
Chef, only because I was doing Wellington on them before, and I could not find any more...
And that's good enough for you?
It's not. I don't want to do it in a...
One more, and you're fucking history. GET IN!
(interview) Today, it took everything I had not to go up in my little coccoon. I just had to push forward.
My decision is... Ben. [Ben walks towards him and he decided not to send him home] I really want your jacket. (to both Ben and Lacey) I'm giving you one more chance.
Lacey, Ben, back in line. (to Lacey) Lacey.
You must... START working with your team!
(to motivate all the blue team) Are all four of you capable of working together?
ABAll Blue Team
Yes chef!
ABAll Blue Team
YES CHEF!
Then do it! And do me a favor? Get out, the lot of you.
[Lacey's meat pan catches fire; Gordon approaches her station]
Leave it! Fucking hell, what is that?
What is that, I said! Look at it! It's on fire!
(tearfully) I don't know.
(interview) She was lost. [in mockery of Lacey] "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, HUHU!!"
What's the matter with you?
What do you mean you can't cook meat?
Obviously I'm way too confused...
Hey madam, madam! Get out! GET OUT!
(interview) Can't handle the heat, get out the kit-CHEN!
[follows Lacey to the pantry] "I can't cook meat?"
I–I'm sorry. I just got really confused.
If you got confused, why didn't you say something?
I did and then Robert put the chicken and the chicken went on fire and...!
Why can't you just make the effort?
I'm trying to make an effort.
Do you want to come back in there and make an effort?
Well, wake up and get a grip! Come on! [leads Lacey out of the pantry]
It's over an hour into dinner service, and while Ben and Lacey struggle to get out entrées...
You need to put me on something easier than fucking wellingtons.
Robert has managed to handle the appetizers on his own.
C'mon, guys! Let's fucking do it!
Let's go, move! We got this!
[Robert bends over and a ripping sound is heard. As Ben and Lacey look on in shock, we see that Robert has split open the seat of his trousers. He carries on, unconcerned.]
Come on guys, keep pushing! (interview) All I heard was "RRRRRIIIP!"
(to Gordon) Robert's ass is hanging out all over the place.
(interview) "Ooh, I feel a little breeze on the back of my ass!" I'll cook in my boxer shorts, I don't give a shit.
[Gordon checks on meat brought up by Lacey; finds that the lamb was badly carved]
Come here, all of you! What is that? Fucking bone's thicker than the meat! WHAT IS THAT?
[throws the lamb in the bin] It's not GOOD ENOUGH! GET OUT! YOU'RE not good enough! PISS OFF! [follows Lacey into the pantry] Madam, look at me. Let's be honest, you're done. You can't waste my time any longer!
Give me your jacket, and leave Hell's Kitchen. And go in there, and say goodbye. Properly, say it properly! Let's go.
[to the blue team] Thank you for everything!
[Danny quickly waves to Lacey and then resumes cooking; Ben and Robert ignore her altogether]
(interview) There's a small violin, just for Lacey. [blows a raspberry] She sucks. Adios, biatch.
Piss off! Let's go! Step up a gear.
(interview) On one hand, it's a relief. I can get back to my normal life. [packing her suitcase] Now I can get some sleep at night. (interview) But you know, another part of me wishes to stay and learn more and have that chance to win but unfortunately I fucked up tonight and I can only look back on the positive things which there weren't many for me. You know, my mom told me when I came here, "Don't make enemies." and that's the first thing I did and kept doing the whole time I was here. Sorry mom, I should've listened.
Where's the lamb, please? [Checks on the mashed potato in the pot and gives it back to L.A.] Stone-Cold. Come on! It's not good enough! Bland, cold, horrible mashed potato!
(interview) Chef was on, L.A. 'cuz she was a little late, I don't know what happened. All I know is she didn't have a good day today.
[returns the sauce to the workstation] Right, all three of you [Ben, Danny & Robert] come here. Here we go. [with spoons] Taste time! Quick, quick, dig in there, yes? Dig in. Make sure you take a nice big mouthful. Big mouthful. Mmmmmm. [spits out the sauce as does Robert]
(interview) I spit it right out, it was disgusting.
Hey, salty soup! You're just reheating it!
So, how can you fuck it?!
It was bland before I over reduced it, it's my fault, I should've tasted it chef.
You're clumsy! You salted it!
You didn't over reduce it!
(interview) I'm a soldier, that's why I say yes chef.
One beef salad. Entrées: one bass, one New York steak.
[a woman comes up to the hotplate to reorder food]
LLady
Totally flat. No flavor on the carpaccio. This the second time I've had to reorder.
Okay, thank you. (to the blue team) Hey, get the veal along please, yes? Let's go.
LLady
Chef! [whistles to Gordon]
(to the woman) Right! Don't whistle at me, I'm not your fucking dog, yeah? You look more like a dog than I do. Fuck off, will you?
Oh dear. Excuse me! Oh, dear! Let's go, come down! Hurry up! Taste them. There, there you go, there's a nice big slice for you. Aw, fuck it!
Fucking hell! [throws the potatoes away] Why are the potatoes crunchy? Who cooked them then?
I did chef. If they go in the oven when the order comes in, they should be fully cooked. (interview) I don't know why they didn't cook. I never cooked potatoes that long before I sliced that thin.
(To Jean-Philippe) Hey, come in here you! Have I got news for you, yeah? Tell him then, tell him! HE'S GOING TO GO AND EXPLAIN TO THE CUSTOMER!!
The potatoes are undercooked. If they go in when the order comes in, they should be fine.
If she [Andrea] fires it when the order comes in, when it's ready to go -
Au-gratin dauphinois need to be cooked before service!
I'm not blaming her chef.
Hey, Andrea, she's trying to sabotage. She can't even tur -
(interview) I was embarrassed for Carol. She's pointing out other people's mistakes. Point me out! I dare you!
Here's the next question, how long then til they cook?
Oh, look how cool she is! She said "maybe ten minutes"!
(interview) They should've been done. Why didn't they cook?
(to the customers) Maybe ten minutes everybody, for your Au-gratin dauphinois!! (to Carol) Look at them, the poor souls! Are you stupid?!
Bullshit! [throws his towel away]
(interview) Those potatoes! I was embarrassed for Carol.
Why didn't they cook to begin with?
Chef, yes, I cooked them in the cream for an hour.
You cooked them in the cream for an hour?
In boiling cream for an hour.
Crunchy gratin dauphinois. Useless.
