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?
[During prep; Sous Chef Christina has the Red Team go over "The List" while she goes out]
Make a list of everything you don't need.
(interview) Every kitchen has a prep list. Normally we don’t title the list... we just know it’s the list.
Okay, this is the list. I'm gonna put "The Fucking List".
(interview) Jackie wrote "The F-ing List". Like... why would you write that?
[Christina sees Jackie's handwritten list at the workstation]
(to Kristin) "The Fucking List?"
The fuck– I didn't write that. So respectful, right? (interview) What are you thinking, Jackie? Disrespect like that does not fly anywhere.
(to Jackie) Is this you? It's disrespectful, is what it is. NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD!!! If any--(Jackie starts to say something; Christina then points on her) SHUT UP!!!
(interview) She did not think that was very funny.
[holds Jackie's list] If any of this happens in this kitchen again, the fucking list, whoever writes it will be finishing "The Fucking List"!
It wasn't disrespecting you.
You just interrupted me. Take a seat! (letting Jackie to sit on a chef's table) Have a seat and sit down. Just sit down! Never again! It’s a professional fucking kitchen! You would be FIRED if you-if you worked for me! You want to have a (notices Jackie shrugging)—OH, YOU DON'T CARE?
(pointing her finger to Jackie again) This is your teammate. Find the cancer in your team and work around it!
(interview) Jackie brought our whole morale down. She has to go. I'm-I'm done with her.
[letting the red team out of the kitchen] Go have lunch.
(interview) I'm the type of person where I can joke, joke, joke, and then boom, jump on a desert and get the shit done. But these morons don't see that.
Let’s jump to the chef's table, please! Two tuna, one wellington!
Meese, how long for the wellie garnish?
Just give me a time, Meese! (interview) It is very hard to run the garnish station when you do not communicate! [to Meese] Garnish, talk to me! [to Gordon] Walking with wellington.
(Arctic) char is in, right? Walking with tuna!
What is she (Meese) doing?!
The wellington garnish is up, isn’t it?
(interview) Bitch, keep control of your station! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[Meese backs the pan away from Ashley, who tries to put spinach in the pan]
What are you doing? What are you doing?!
God, I’m trying to help you!
I don’t want my guests eating on an installment plan!
[laughing] He did not just say that!
The wellington garnish is up and--
(interview; regarding Meese) Bitch, get control of your station. (to Meese) What are you doing? (putting spinach on Messe's pan) What are you doing? What are you doing?
God, I'm trying to help you.
I don't want my guests eating on an installment plan?
[Screenshot of Kris Jenner and her friends laughing when they are waited for food]
Did he say "an installment plan"? He did not just say that.
(to Meese) Where's the mash (potatoes)?
You can leave them in the pot. We talked about this. Leave them in the pot.
Who put that on a tray like that?
Hey, hey, hey, hey! (to Kris Jenner) Kris, I'm so sorry. Hey! All of you come here! COME HERE! GET IN! [summons the entire team into the pantry] I'M DONE!
We have a chef table in there tonight. Sat a meter away and look how I got the mash. It dumped on the fucking tray! I've been INSIDE PRISON and they give food better THAN THIS SHIT! [throws the plate down on the floor, causing it to shatter]
[Gordon opens the door and ushers the Red Team back into the kitchen without another word]
(interview; screams) AHHH!!! We suck. Like, we can’t do this!
(goes to the Blue kitchen) Hey! Hey, Blue team!
(to Eddie and Alan) You two, on desserts. The rest of you, jump into the Red Team and help them finish! Now!
Who’s on fish? I’ll hop on fish!
That’s already reduced in there. Right here.
I can’t believe this is fucking happening.
It’s fucking burnt, throw it out.
(interview) These boys just bomb-rushed our kitchen, kamikaze style. Like, fucking... [imitates bomb falling and going off]
As soon as those two tunas are ready, we’ll go to the pass!
I’m not screaming! THIS IS HOW I TALK!
(interview; impersonates Hassan yelling at her) "You guys need to listen to me, ‘cause I’m Hassan, and I'm big, and I blah-blah-blah!" Shut up!
Tuna going to the window!
[to Sous Chef Christina] On your left, two fish.
First ticket out, team! Loving the teamwork, guys!
With a very vocal Hassan leading the charge, the men have taken over the red kitchen...
[to Kris Jenner] And I have your tuna.
...delivering entrées to the chef’s table and grateful customers in the dining room.
Last table now! Two Arctic char, four wellington!
Both teams: Yes, chef!
She’s (Jackie) got the wellies right behind you.
Alright, guys, let’s clear it down.
[to Red team] Please thank the gentlemen for finishing your service two nights in a row!
[The Red Team starts walking upstairs to the dorms]
Fucking pathetic-ass shit. Bullshit ass team. Worst team ever.
Get the fuck out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY! SEASON FROM A FUCKING HIGH! LET'S GO! [showing Kevin how to cook scallops] Watch me! Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, yes?
Bang, that is it. You just leave them here.
Then you check in with your garnish.
[Joe began to spill the sauce into Kevin's pan that started fire]
What the (bleep) are you doing?
(Bleep, bleep)! It's hot! It's hot! (groans)
I grabbed it with my hand. [stove starts catching fire]
Oh, my God! Oh, (bleep) hell!
Look! [captions on the screen]
That's my mistake, my mistake.
Get out! (Bleep) GET OUT! Now you are making history you're gonna burn down the the restaurant! Refire scallop! [tosses the barely undercooked scallops through the sink]
Back in the Blue Kitchen, Chef Ramsay finds nothing that is amusing.
(to Kevin) Where are the scallops?
Right here chef! Right here chef!
[Gordon checks the scallops brought up by Kevin and they are raw]
Hey, all of you! Fuckin' hell. Just touch them, come on! Just touch them! Just touch that! Touch it! Look at it! Look!
[Gordon punches the raw scallops]
I've just done them with you and they are all fucking overcooked, raw, this is not normal! All of you, come here! Get in there!
[Gordon summons the blue team into the pantry room to regroup]
(interview) Oh, Jesus Christ. Not tonight of all fuckin' nights, not tonight!
Get over there! Get over there! [approaches the entire team to the pantry room] What in the fuck is going on here? What is going on?(points at Kevin) You!
Yeah?! Get your apron off, get packed, and fuck off out! [opens the pantry room door for Kevin] First, GET OUT! GET OUT!
Yes, chef. [leaves the pantry room to pack his things]
[cold-blooded] Who's next?
Get your shit together, and salvage what's left for all of you. FUCKING WAKE UP! NOW!
Yes, chef. (interview) Kevin just went down, I don't know what the fuck happened. No more mistakes, we can't have a shit service.
Yes, chef. [to Blue team] Let's rebound, guys! Rebound, guys!
The blue team is hoping Alan's new risotto hits the mark.
Thirty seconds on the riso(tto)s. Walking my risottos! [sending to the pass]
Is the fish and chips gone yet?
Fish and chips is one minute out, chef. (interview) We still have a shot in spite of everything that has fucked up so far.
Walking! [holds the fish on a pot and sending over to the pass] Right here to your right.
It's fucking raw fish. [returns the fish and chips to the workstation] ALL OF YOU, STOP! LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MESS! ITS JUST DISGUSTING!!! [Jared and Joe touch the fish] WE'VE HAD EVERY POSSIBLE FUCKING MISTAKE TONIGHT, AND IT'S NOW BEYOND A JOKE! [smashes the fish on a plate] RAW FISH!!! All of you, get the fuck out of here!
(interview) Argghhh... It was embarrassing tonight.
Over in the red kitchen...
Coming to the pass in 15 seconds, chef.
Hassan and Dannie hope the the third time's charm with their refired New York Strip and Tuna.
Coming out the pass, one New York (Strip).
(interview) There's no option to fail we can not fuck this up. If we do, another one of us is going home.
Fucking steak's raw. Hey, hey, Red Team! RED TEAM!
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Yes, chef?
It is contagious. There's just mistake, after mistake, after mistake! DO ME A BIG FAVOR, ALL TOGETHER, FUCK OFF! GET OUT! GET OUT!
(interview) Kevin's gone. Tonight's dinner service was a complete disaster, the front of the train went off and the back just followed. (in the dorm) It was... just nipping in the but. Joe, biggest fuck-up of the night.
Where's the fucking lobster? Come on, Hassan! Just hurry up!
[wipes forehead with his sleeve] Ten seconds, chef! Fifteen seconds, I'm sorry, chef!
(interview) Hassan, you look like you're melting into the lobster. I guess it’s the Red Team’s secret ingredient!
[to Hassan] Hey, young man. PSST!
You're sweating into the lobster. It's dripping! I don't want a fucking lobster covered in your sweat! Is there a bandana or something, PLEASE?!
On order, four covers, Table 22: One special tableside, one carbonara, two scallops!
[to Jared] Hey, two minutes on those scallops!
Two minutes! Two minutes out!
Why do we call back, Jared? Why do we call back?
So we communicate, and so we know each other's times.
When I learned this system, it was in French. And when you were begging for one more minute, it was crucial we got one more minute. You've got to talk, yes?
Oui! [Chad looks up in confusion]
(interview) What the hell is going on? All of a sudden, Jared is speaking in French.
[to Jared while lifting pans] So, these are really super hot now. So, you lift them up there as well.
Okay, and that comes over there now.
(interview) Are you fucking kidding me?
Frank, I can send the carbonara first, oui?
(interview) You try to fucking talk like that in Brooklyn, you know what would happen? I would pick this... [picks up nearby trashcan] fucking thing up, right? I would pick this up and I would put it over his fucking head.
Alright, guys. We're getting off to a great start! Keep it going! We're not slowing down, oui?
