I just poured more cream on it and I'm going to put it back in.
My God! Oh, Jesus Christ! [gets the potatoes and dumps them all in the bin] Are you mad...
(interview) There were no saving those potatoes. None whatsoever. They just looked like shit. They looked like fucking shit! It was awful.
I wouldn't even serve that to a fucking pig farm, madam. Forget it. [throws the tray into the sink] You don't care, do you? Because if you did care, you wouldn't serve me that crap! This is supposed to be your exciting menu! Really?
(interview) I feel completely awful. This is such a great dish and I fucking ruined it!
I expect you, you and you to come up with an ALTERNATIVE! Sautéed potatoes, green pota- COME UP WITH ONE! It's your menu! You all look like this. [holds his finger up towards his mouth] No. COME UP WITH ONE!
I have made a decision to send home the person that has sabotaged their team, and a person I felt personally has given up... [Pauses and point at the one of the red team has won the dinner service] Carol. Jacket off and you're leaving Hell's Kitchen. (To Robert and Ben) You two, back in line. [Carol cries and comes closer to him and Ben sobbingly hugs both Robert and Danny] (to Carol) You didn't even make a comeback: after the dauphinois and the potatoes were screwed, you gave up. [Carol gives him her chef jacket and walks out to the door] Thank you. Goodnight. [Ben heavily breathe and Gordon watching her leave]
I came here with the attitude that I'm gonna win this competition. I'm gonna be the famous chef that everybody wants to come and work for. It's very humbling to be standing here a loser.
On order, six covers table 20. Entrées: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one Dory. Wellington's medium, yes?
(to Andrea) Right Andrea, what's going? [gets no answer] No answer. I'm not in the best of moods, ah? I don't like being ignored in my own fucking kitchen. What's going?
(interview) On garnish, you've got to be thirty seconds before everybody else. If she's not checking the tickets for us, we're screwed.
Story of your fucking life, yeah, you have no idea!
Hey, she's running the section, yet she has no idea of what's going. (to Giovanni) Tell her, chef.
Two wellingtons one medium, one medium-rare and lamb medium? I'm sorry, lamb medium-rare. Two lamb medium-rare.
RBRobert and Ben Walanka
Two chicken.
Two wellington, Two chicken and a lamb.
Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one fucking Dory.
One wellington's medium, the rest is FUCKING NORRRRRRMAL.
Unlike us. (to Andrea) What's going, madam?
Hey, come here you. Hey... fuck off! Hey madam, (points to the front entrance) through the door there! FUCK OFF!
[Andrea walks out of the door while the camera crew follows her]
Get that fucking camera out of my face.
Andrea, relax. The only thing he wants from you is to come back. You need to fight back. If you don't, you're finished.
(interview) This is the hardest... most difficult, most up-and-down thing that I've ever, ever done in my entire life! [to Jean-Philippe] It's just been out of fucking control tonight. There's no communication with anybody, and I just haven't recovered.
Yes, I want to fucking stay! I've been through too much hell right now to fucking leave!
Absolutely. So keep it to Gordon.
(interview) It's just a reminder of how difficult it's been and how much...how much I just want this so bad.
So now you need to be strong. Go back in there, and give it your best shot. Go on, then!
(interview) I put everything I have into this every day, and I just had to go in there and fight for the rest of it.
[to Andrea] Right, what's going?
Two chicken, two lamb, one wellington, one Dory.
Thank you. Back in the kitchen! NOW WAKE UP, ANDREA!
Dory, salmon, lamb, wellington!
[notices Robert putting the bacon into the John Dory] Robert, just come here!
Why have you put the bacon inside the Dory?
To crisp it up, chef, real quickly.
So why have you put it with the Dory? Suppose he's allergic to bacon! You can send somebody to the hospital on the back of that!
Oh, come on! [kicks a bin] "You're right"? Course, I'm fucking right! Get the bacon out!
(interview) Yeah, I fucked up and you know what? I know in my heart, I got it. I'm a bull.
While Robert tries again on the John Dory, Chef Ramsay is counting on Giovanni on the meat station to get out the first entrée of the night.
[Gordon checks on chicken special at the pass]
(with a chewed up piece of chicken) What is that?
Is that a chewed up bit of chicken from the dog? [gives the chicken to Ben] Here, that's your special. Yeah, have a word with him [Giovanni], yeah? He's given up. Take all the garnish back, do whatever you wish with it. Your special has now become not very special, thanks to Dickface (Giovanni) there. Hurry up, Giovanni!
Yeah, but I'm not dickface, chef.
I said I'm not dickface, chef.
Yeah, you're pissed, are you? Not as fucking- Look at me, LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES!!! NOT AS PISSED AS I AM!!! YOU FUCKING ARE!!! DONKEY!!!
(interview) Whoo! Boy, oh boy.
Cause RIGHT NOW, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! DICKFACE!
(interview) I'm an emotional person, but he can get in my face all he wants. He will not break me.
You're sending SHIT, and you're trying to get away with it! Now I'm READY for an argument! SENDING ME THAT, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!!!
(interview) You know, he just wants you to pop off.
And you wanna get all sensitive!
You want to get all fucking negative!
Hey, look at me, look at me, you send me shit like that, take your jacket and FUCK OFF!!
I'm not sending that SHIT, "CHEF!"
No, chef. Sorry, chef. (interview) I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself. It was just, I was boiling inside and... and he said something to me.
That's the well done one. And look at me, I think you're too fucked to get upset with me, you don't give a fuck what I call you. This is not personal, this is professional! That personal was a piece of shit, now put it BACK!!!
DICKFACE! [to Ben] Right, Ben.
Get on meat with Giovanni, on there together, move!
Yes, chef. [to Giovanni] Don't worry about the Wellington, I got the rest.
Giovanni, Robert! Hey Andrea, come here you! [gathers them at the corner] All three of you are pathetic! You (Giovanni) don't care...
You're (Robert) way behind, and you (Andrea) haven't got a fucking clue! Can we WORK TOGETHER AS A TEAM?!
GRGiovanni, Robert and Andrea
Yes, chef!
Two wellington. One well-done! Get it UP!!
Where’s your wellingtons at?
I have them right here, already cooked.
Ahhhhh! Fuck! Why you fucking got a hot pan?
Robert, go see the medic. Oh my God.
(interview) One station failed...
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[Andrea's pan catches on fire] Pan's on fire, pan's on fire!
...and another station failed. It's no joke.
We're going up in flames. [picks up Andrea's pan]
(interview) First night with the Black team, one big cluster fuck.
Same shit, different day! (throws the pan into the sink)
[Ben's pan also catches fire] What about the rest of the table? We need cover-up.
Dynamic six, yeah. My fucking ass. Fuck off, the lot of you. [walks out of the kitchen and throws his towel away]
After a couple of days without any word on how Robert is doing, Chef Ramsay calls the chefs down for a meeting.
So you're feeling fresh, very relaxed. Did you enjoy the whole atmosphere at the Borgata Resort?
Sadly, you came back minus one individual. Clearly, you're all deeply concerned. I'm not going to tell you how he's doing, I'm going to let him tell you himself. Chef Robert.
[Robert appears and everyone applauds and smile]
Okay, big boy. Let me just say how pleased I am to see you.
[Ben stops smiling.]
I have pericarditis, which is the swelling of the sac around the heart which leads to heart disease.
[Gordon shakes his head in dismay, Andrea and Paula fight back tears.]
Oh dear. Are you coming back?
[Danny's face drops]
[Ben has been struggling on the garnish station]
What's going, Ben? (gets no response) Oh, my God almighty! Oh, come on. Three Dory, two salmon, one chicken. (sees what Ben is doing) Why is he putting the lettuce there like that? He's trying to sauté it.
Look at the mess of this guy.
He throwing everything in a pot.
(interview) I was just absolutely... just mind-boggled.
[picks up a pan and a piece of lettuce] You've got a pan here like that and you're throwing lettuce on top like that... you're shit. You are so shit, you don't realise what you're doing!
(interview) Oh, man Ben! Like, come on. You know better than that.
Hey, come here a minute. Why are you doing this? You're just adding the lettuce to the tomato and cucumber, you're not sautéing the lettuce?
BBen
Chef, I was in a side pan s-sautéing the tomatoes and the cucumbers, chef. But I did it wrong, chef.
Yeah, you're fuckin' up, you're cutting corners, and you're slipping big time! Do you know what? Do you know your biggest problem that'll always be the downfall of your career? You're full of fuckin' shit! 'cause every time you get fuckin' something wrong, you give a bullshit fuckin' excuse, but right now, I'm fed up with your bullshit excuses!
BBen
(interview) There's really nothing that I can do to please Chef Ramsay, and I'm slowly but surely being able to accept that.
You're too dangerous to have on service. I asked you what you're doing, you said you're sautéeing tomatoes, ARE YOU FUCK! YOU DIRTY PIG! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! Un-fuckin'-believable.
[Ben walks into the pantry and angrily bangs his head on the door]
BBen
(interview) What the fuck is going on?! I–I'm very upset right now, but I don't give up. I'm a good cook, I know how to cook. You know, I feel like I need to really try and pull it together. [goes in the bathroom to wash his face] Okay, we're back. (interview) I certainly ain't leaving here without a fight. I'll tell you that.
[Ben returns to the kitchen after a quick break]
Yeah, right. Hey, you! Come here you! What's going through your mind now? You still going to fucking butcher me and slice me and serve shit to them?
Where's your fight, man?!
Then wake up, you doughnut!
