Eh, right. Uhm, Fish King, (Josh) come here you. There's the monkfish.
Oh, god almighty. You don't know that's overcooked?
Hey, Brad, she doesn't know that's overcooked. Rock, she doesn't know that's chewed to fuck and overcooked. Scott, she doesn't know that's overcooked?
(interview) Melissa was nervous, I could see it in her eyes and she fell apart. The monkfish was overdone. Pressure busts pipes, baby!
It looks like regurgitated dog shit. Where's other monkfish gone?
Oh, no! So the six top on order are all shit?
No, no, no! Right Rock, listen to me, no choice now. Stop the veg, get on the fish. You! (Melissa) Oi, oi! Get on the garnish. Get the fuck off of there! Get off!
[An entire table of entrées has returned to the blue kitchen and Gordon has had it]
Lobster's chewy, chef. And the beef overdone.
Ohhhh, no. The whole fucking six top returned. Hello, look at me. Thanks (Melissa) for overcooking the monk-fish. Thanks (Josh) for shafting me on the mashed potatoes, and thanks (Brad) for being a twat on the appetisers. It's just so sad. Shut it down! Clear down.
When it's closed, it's closed.
(to Josh) Where's the lamb? How long please? HOW LONG, PLEASE?
Lamb's coming right now, chef.
One's nicely cooked, yeah, coloured, one's boiled. Fuck off, will you? So we're under pressure now and this is where it separates the fucking chef from a donkey! Come here! Let me tell you something.
Let me tell you something in your ear: YOU CAN'T COOK! That's what's just been confirmed to me.
Good to go? We're coming, Rock.
Yeah, you're coming. So is your fucking elimination. Come round. Just look what you're doing here, you DOUGHNUT! Look - boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled. DONKEY!
For the first time in Hell's Kitchen, the women and men must work together in one kitchen to feed the entire dining room.
MDMale Diner #1
I'm going to have the spaghetti with crab.
MDMale Diner #2
I'll have scallops for appetizers.
On order, four covers table 32: Scallops, mullet, langoustine straight after yes?
Yes, chef! (interview) I'm working app(etizer)s tonight. I am 100% confident in myself to get the team started off with a bang. (to his teammates) Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
[finds that Josh has cooked risotto ahead] Why is the risotto on? We haven't even got one away. How long has that been on there for?
That's been on there for four minutes. These were on there earlier. They're going away.
[finds that Josh has cooked five other risottos] Fucking h-- how many are you doing? Can someone stop this guy? Have you stopped panicking, my ma-- how many fucking risottos are you doing up front? Look at all these pans!
What's going on? Let me just tell you something: we've opened, we haven't served anything yet, and we've lost money! What a fucking doughnut!
[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Rock; they're badly overcooked]
Yeah, you can fuck yourself! Look at that there, look at that. There you go. Come on! Oh, fucking hell. Three more scallops in! It takes one minute to sauté the scallops. Is that what we serve in Hell's Kitchen?
We're going from fucking bad to worse, man.
(interview) It just seemed so comical. Rock and Josh aren't doing well.
Scallops, risottos, spaghetti! (to Josh) What's in that basket?
This is one of the pulled--
Why? Just talk to me. Why? Why? Why? [sees that there's already spaghetti in the basket]
Oh, fuck me. In your restaurant before you come here, do you cook spaghetti before the customer orders it?
So why are you doing it here?
Oh, was it really wrong? Even my mum cooks spaghetti seven minutes before she wants it. Get it in the bin!
While Julia struggles to get her station under control, Josh continues to test Chef Ramsay's patience.
What the fuck is he doing? [sees more spaghetti in the basket] Wha? More spaghetti in there! [dumps it in the bin]
We cook spaghetti to order!
Even the fucking, dirtiest, scummiest Italian restaurant in Venice Beach cooks spaghetti to order, you donkey!
I'm just wondering what the fuck you're doing.
You're pushing me to the fucking limit, big boy, yeah?
[7:04 PM]
More than a hour into dinner service, guests are finally getting a taste of Josh's appetizers.
1Lady #1
[whispers in JP's ear] It's undercooked.
[Jean-Philippe returns the risotto to the pass]
Risotto undercooked, chef.
Oh, my God almighty! [tastes the risotto, then spits it out] Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck off! Fuck-- (to Josh) come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here, you! What are you doing? Just what the FUCK are you doing? Every table so far, nothing's coming out. You're standing there, you're screwing me, and you're fucking useless. What are you doing?
[rips Josh's jacket open] Take that off and FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET OUT! GET OUT! Hey, you! Leave the jacket and GET OUT! GET OUT!
[Gordon throws a spoon at Josh, then follows him to the back area; Josh takes his jacket off]
Give me the FUCKING jacket! [Gordon takes the jacket from Josh, crumples it up and throws it into the storeroom] Fucking useless sack of SHIT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
[leaving Hell's Kitchen] (interview; imitates a bomb falling and exploding) I would have given my right arm to stay in this service and keep fighting because I came here with a dream to win...and it appears it's over. It appears that Green Valley Ranch is not in my future. Dream's over, guys.
The four remaining chefs have managed to move on to desserts. But the moment is anything but sweet.
What is this? Is this yours?
That's the ice cream base. Put it over there if you could on the sink. [Rock puts the base on the counter where Bonnie is working. Jen reaches in front of Bonnie for the container.] Asshole!
Hey, hey, hey! Do you mind? We're not arguing amongst ourselves are we?
Yeah the fucking weak link is gone, now you should start fucking working as a team!
Don't jump when you say jump!
Who the fuck you think you're talking to.
I can not run this kitchen like this!
SHUT THE FUCK UP! [bangs the overhead] Enough's enough.
You guys, knock it off. Okay, we got one brulee, one panna cotta, and then we're done.
Despite the ongoing fighting,...
...The aspiring chefs manage to successfully complete dinner service.
[The fifteen chefs enter Hell's Kitchen and meet Jean Philippe. Among them is Gordon in disguise.]
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen. You must be all very excited to meet Chef Gordon Ramsay. Actually, I'm quite good at doing an impression of him.
Jean Philippe(Imitates Ramsay):"ONE SPAGHETTI! ONE RISOTTO! ONE CRAB! WHAT IS THIS?! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! IT'S OVERCOOKED!!!
" What about you(To Shayna)? Can you do a little impression of Gordon?
Shayna(Imitates Ramsay): "WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!?"
Jason Underwood(Imitates Ramsay): "Come on! Where is it?!"
I think you're going to have to work on it. What about you (To chef Ramsay) big guy?
Gordon(Imitates himself): (steps up front) Jean Philippe, it's time to open Hell's Kitchen.
(interview) Damn, he's doing it real good.
Gordon(Imitates himself): Come here, you! You donkey!
SShayna
(interview) Wait a minute.
Gordon(Imitates himself): STOP! Shut it down!
(interview) I know that voice.
That's right. It's me. (removes his disguise. The chefs start screaming and hollering.)
(interview) Oh, my God! I've been sitting next to the chef on the bus the whole fucking time!
DDominic
(interview) Whoo! Didn't know it was coming.
Halt! Let's see if you guys can actually cook as well as you shout off on the bus. And you, the black Gordon Ramsay right?
Yes sir. Four star general.
Time to button it now and start cooking. Get in there and cook me your signature dishes. Let's go!
