[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Scott Hawley]
Ohh, fucking hell. Oh, I just... I don't know where to fucking go! (throws his spoon away) I can't take it much more. I can't take it. It's not even pink, it's not even cooked... (Scott tries to retrieve the wellingtons) Just PUT IT DOWN! AND TOUCH IT! Are you colorblind?
GET THEM IN THE OVEN! Come here, you! (leads Scott to the pantry and slams the door) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
BUT YOU KNOW IT'S NOT EVEN COOKED, IT'S RAW, SCOTT! IT'S STONE-COLD IN THE MIDDLE!
Okay chef. No problem. It won't happen again. I promise. I promise.
[Gordon goes to Red kitchen for the Red team's entrées]
All of you! ALL OF YOU! (Gordon interrupts Holli) That's you ditsy!
Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid-rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch fucking IT! (throws spoon away)
No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.
Where's the gratin on top?
It got pulled off. It was on there before.
Look at me! Is that the best?
Do me a favour: FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!
GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!
(to herself) I'm sick of this shit.
[follows the red team] GET OUT!
That's really embarrassing. What happened?
[goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?
Now, Chef Ramsay and his trusted sous chefs, Scott and Andi, will complete the red kitchen's dinner service.
Three spaghetti, one tagliatelle, yes?
Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?
Wow, they're really bad, huh?
[Later after Scott and Andi complete the red team's service]
While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.
All your entrées are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!
The Red Team lost, but there seems to be some confusion as who the nominees should be.
Who is the best chef on the Red Team?
Chef, I feel like I'm the best.
Absolutely not! You just take over and say "Oh well, I did this, I did that!" You want to gloat and rub it in our faces. It's bullshit!
It's not gloating or rubbing it in your face, it's just letting you know the truth.
We don't need to hear it! We've been doing it before you.
None of you guys work in fine dining restaurants.
You could have surprised us, the way you've produced over the last two days.
Oh, thank you Fran. You as well, you've had a pretty easy ride the whole way through.
Injure your hand a little bit, and you get treated like a little fucking princess.
(rolls eyes) Wow. Great team-work there!
Siobhan, why do you think you should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
I take pride in my work, and I put my best effort forward. I use that little bit of knowledge I have, I have passion, and I ask a lot of questions...
(interrupting Siobhan) You shouldn't be asking simple fucking questions! It should take care of itself. This isn't culinary school, the common-sense things are driving the red team down, big time.
Scott, why are you back here?
I was voted up, Chef. I don't agree with it. I've had a tough couple of services, but I'm a hard worker. Obviously, you know that. I just bust ass every day, I have a calmness about me every day, no matter what the stresses bring. By no means, I'm not the worst cook in this team by far, I'm the best cook in this team, the best leader in this team, I can accomplish...
(interrupting Scott) I can't take it any more.
Siobhan. Fuck off back in line.
This team will fucking die if I'm not here.
Scott, give me your jacket. I can't take it any more. I cannot take it. (shakes Scott's hand as Scott leaves) I kept waiting and I waited and waited, but it didn't happen. Good night.
(checking Fran's broccolini) It's not all over cooked in there, is it?
No, I just dropped it Chef.
Well, why are you draining it in one bit and not the other bit in the same fucking time?
I just did another piece.
So, if you left that in there, it's going to overcook. Get the fucking hell out! It's a piece of broccolini, show a little bit of respect.
Now, Benjamin's on the garnish. Fucking hell. (Fran comes to the pass with piping hot undrained potatoes.) Cut the bullshit! Let go! Let go! Lazy. (drains the potatoes in the sink) Madam,
You fucking drain the potatoes, or next time, fuck off! Okay? Yeah? You're just running over here with a hot pan and say, "There you go! You bunch of fucking idiots!"
Show a little bit of respect not to give me a baking hot pan!
I won't do it again, Chef.
Before all the fat doesn't spread all over the fucking stupid fucking place!
(interview) I think Fran is definitely over her head and you can't just disregard safety just because you're busy.
Yes, Chef. What are we working on next?
Yeah, I like that. "What are we working on?" One trout, one spaghetti, two steak. We're bound to fuck that one up.
[Gordon asks for scallops in the red kitchen]
I had to re-fire one order of scallops.
(goes to Siobhan's station; gets her pan of scallops) Look at this! What are you doing there?
I thought they look golden brown, chef.
I thought they look fine, chef.
You thought they look golden brown.
(interview) They were fucking black.
[Gordon pours the scallops on a plate]
There are some on here that were fine, chef.
So, where's the fine ones then?
(interview) Shut the fuck up and cook. 'Yes Chef' and cook. Don't talk, cause he's only going to shove his foot deeper in your ass!
Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. You DONKEY! Fuck off out! Get out, get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!
And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.
In the dining room, one customer...
FDFemale diner
Is it cooked?
MDMale diner
It's rare at best.
FDFemale diner
(talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.
Decides to take manners into his own hands.
MDMale diner
[at the pass] Oh no! This is rare.
(who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!
What's the matter? Oh, talk to me?
MDMale diner
[pointing at the beef] Medium?
Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favour: That's his [JP] job, you fuck off, yes?
MDMale diner
Are you trying to poison me?
Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef, you fucking idiot, tartare! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?
MDMale diner
It's low-grade beef, at best.
Go get a shave, you fucking knob-end!
MDMale diner
It's low-grade dog food, at best.
(goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and strong. Push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail!
[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Nilka]
All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)
(interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.
(to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!
(interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!
It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!
[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team; returns to the workstation with duck brought up by Ed]
Just all of you, come here. In a minute. No, Jay, it's not good enough. That has come in sliced, but - yes it's FUCKING RAW! IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GUYS! (throws his spoon on the floor)
(returns to the workstation and gives a tray of entrées to Ed) Hey, Ed, come here. Hold your hands up. Yeah, look at me. You, you, you and you fuck off out. LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT! Fuck off.
[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Fran; after finding out that it's undercooked, he has also finally had enough with the Red team]
It's raw, every fucking bit. (to Fran) Your risotto! Madam, madam! Taste the risotto, taste the rice! Up and down, up and down, up and fucking down! (kicks the bin) Do me a favour. Look at me. You, you, you, you and you, GET OUT! Get out! Get out of my sight! Get out!
(to Fran) Just get out. Just get out.
[The chefs walk into the kitchen where Gordon has prepared for them a frozen dinner.]
Chicken gorgonzola yes? One of the dishes that's featured on the brunch menu at Claridge's. Now have a little taste.
[the chefs taste the dish]
Nilka, what's it taste like?
The chicken is delicious.
I can see the tomatoes lighten up the sauce.
Good.....The dish that all of you enjoyed was in fact....frozen fucking food.
Wow. (interview) Oh, I feel like a complete ass right now. Oh, completely.
The chicken was cooked about... [slams the chicken on the counter] three and a half months ago. Freshness? Vibrant? Excitement? All I did was put it in a microwave!
In retrospect, the only thing that I would question was the chicken.
I thought the chicken tasted a little watery.
OH, COME ON!!! (throws his towel on the floor)
(interview) Ok, fine. I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.
[Gordon checks the lobster brought up by Nilka]
(to Sous-chef Andi) Look at this, Look. It's raw. Nilka?
The lobster is raw. [Nilka groans] Come here, madam, come here. Just touch it will you?
I just took it out of the pan.
[Nilka goes to take the lobster back to her station]
Look at me. Look at me, put it down! Put it down! Look at me, LOOK AT ME! [Nilka puts the lobster down] OUT! GET OUT! Benjamin!
(interview) He was annnnngry!
Madam! Hey, madam! (cuts to Autumn while she slaps her cheek in an interview) MADAM!
TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND FUCK OFF!
NO, CHEF, DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE!
(interview) Nilka just kept getting hit like a ship by torpedo after torpedo after torpedo, and it finally just - she just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. And Chef said just - she needed to go.
CHEF, PLEASE. Chef, please don't say that. Oh my fucking GOD. [picks up a "wet floor" sign and slams it on the corridor]
Fucking hell. (to the chefs) Now pick it up!
With Nilka gone, the kitchen jumps into action.
Two minutes to the window.
But Nilka isn't ready to leave just yet.
[Nilka walks back into the kitchen]
Let's go, Scott please?... [sees Nilka] Nilka!
No, no, no. I'm in the middle of service. Take your jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen. I've had enough. I-I can't do it, okay?
Nilka, don't do this to me. They're under pressure, we're under pressure. Take your jacket off and get out!
I want to still cook and prove myself, chef. (interview) And I won't stop, no, 'cos this is my dream, this is my fucking destiny, and this is what I want.
[reading off a ticket] Turbot, wellington...
Lobster, turbot, wellington, beef. Let's go.
I don't want to leave like this, chef.
Oh, fuck me. Fucking hell.
(interview) Nilka wouldn't leave. She was asked to leave one time, then leave. Get the hell out of here.
[Nilka tries to push Benjamin off the fish station and get back on it herself]
Please? I can do this shit!
Turbot, lobster, wellington, beef. Nilka!
I want to cook! I can do this! Please!
Hey, guys, I'm telling you now, do something for me. Get her OUT OF HERE!
[Benjamin starts to usher Nilka out of the kitchen]
You got to go! When chef tells you to go, you got to go.
Go, go, go! (interview) Hurricane Nilka just had an absolute category five meltdown.
Oh my fucking God. I don't want to leave.
GET YOUR JACKET OFF AND GET OUT!
This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. (walking out) Fucking bullshit. (interview) It it - oh, it's just... it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.
