[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.
Dinner service has been completed with time to spare and the diners are off to the theater. (cuts to Nilka packing her bags) But they aren't the only ones exiting Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.
(interview) You know it hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't... I came here for a reason. [sheds a tear]
[Nilka walks out the back exit and sees Gordon standing alongside a waiting taxicab]
I was hoping I'd get to see you again.
Listen, I just want to say that you walk out of here with your head up high. Sadly, you're not ready to take that head chef's job. But what you are ready to continue doing is following your dream. Don't stop that.
I'm not, I'm just so mad at myself because I think I was ready. But tonight proved otherwise.
Listen, you have done phenomenally well. I've never come out here to say goodbye, but I wanted to make the effort to say goodbye and to say thank you.
Come here. [they both hug each other] Thank you. Yes. [opens the passenger side door of the taxi] Now, one more thing.
[laughing] I don't want to. [hands over her chef's jacket] Thank you, chef.
Well done. (as the taxi starts up) Head up high.
[The final six after receiving black jackets and Chef Ramsay speaks on Nilka's elimination]
Tonight was the best service we've had in Hell's Kitchen, and that's why I rewarded the final six. Now, only the best chefs remain. Nilka was clearly out of her depth.
Ben finally has entrées ready for Chef Ramsay.
Three halibut, one wellington. (finds that the brought up entrées are for the other table) One tagliatelle, one chicken it's for the next table.
Unfortunately, they're not the entrées he's looking for.
I've really fucking had enough, Benjamin. Because no-one's fucking concentrating. So easy for you to ruin things. Well, let me tell you something, you fucking ruined my night!
(interview) It was crazy over there, I think it was just off. And people need to, like, take a step back from everything that's going on and just cook.
You all DONE it before, and you can do TEN TIMES better, BUT NO ONE GIVES A FUCK! (kicks the bins) THAT'S WHAT FUCKS ME OFF! WHAT ARE WE DOING, JAY, ED, AND BENJAMIN?
(brings his appetizers to the pass) Oh, fuck.
(returns to the workstation) Benjamin.
Come here, Ed. So he (points to Benjamin) brings the next table to me, He's (Jay) fucking say nothing and then that comes up to me. Do me a favour. (to Benjamin and Ed) You and you, GET OUT! ENOUGH!
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(overhears Gordon) Don't think I'm going to get my lamb.
Fuck off up to the dorm. Get out. Get out, Benjamin. Get out! (to Jason) Jason, on the fish.
(to Autumn) Autumn, on the meat.
(to Holli) Holli, on the appetisers.
As Chef Ramsay leaves the kitchen for a quick moment...
Sous Chef Scott steps in to keep the momentum going.
Sure wish I had the garnish for the tuna.
Garnish for the tuna, chef.
And Benjamin unwisely decides this would be a good time to become a leader.
(reading off the next ticket) Next pick-up, two chicken, one -
Unfortunately for him, Chef Scott is not impressed.
You think for one minute you're going to start fucking running this pass? You may be a fucking good cook, but you suck as a leader. If you think you're going to do my fucking job, I'll leave right now. You think you can do it?
(turning red) You think you can put up with all this BULLSHIT?
I know you can't, NOW GET THE FUCK OVER THERE, AND DON'T EVER COME UP TO MY PASS AGAIN, AND TRY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE!!!!!
(interview) Holy crap! I don't think Ben had a good night.
(interview) Chef Scott ripped my fucking asshole. You know, ripped my asshole this big. That totally sucked.
