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Well, what are you doing?

- Is it ordered? Is it ordered?

- Yes, chef.

Yeah, because you didn't

make the new one.

Why... no, why are you still cooking it?

I'm talking to you. Look at me.

Why are you still cooking it?

- Sorry, chef.

- Yeah. Go get a new one.

How long has this

been out here?

Service, table four.

- 30 seconds to that lamb.

- Yes, chef!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, don't let

that sauce over-reduce again.

Yes, chef!

Ca marche, table three.

- One terrine, two pork, one beef.

- Yes, chef!

Medium beef.

Make sure that's medium beef, Max.

- Yes, chef.

- Put capers on the beef.

- I want that in 30 seconds, yeah?

- Yes, chef!

- Thirty seconds.

- Got three minutes on that halibut.

Ca marche, table two.

One foie gras, one risotto.

- Yes, chef!

- Followed by two beef, one turbot.

Sorry I'm late, Conti.

Lily was sick at school.

- You're fired.

- What?

Take your knives and go.

What the hell are you talking about?

Just... go, huh? Go on.

And hurry up, or you'll be late.

- You cost me my f***ing job!

- Yes.

I told you,

I don't want to work for you.

I see you brought your knives.

I'll triple your salary.

Conti said you needed the money.

You want to come in here

and make some real money,

or do you want to stab me?

You're wasting your talent there.

Service!

Go with Michel at the sauce. Go!

- Yes, chef.

- How come we're slow?

We're not full yet?

- I said, how come we're not full yet?

- There are some no-shows.

- How many?

- Four.

- People?

- Tables.

Tell me, what else?

A journalist had an advance

look at the new menu.

This stupid city, you know?

Everything has to be...

- Michel, to the pass.

- Yes, chef.

Mr. Reece.

I booked under the name of O'Reilly.

He's my priest.

I've come to deliver last rites.

Lovely room, Tony.

it's very Paris 2007.

Please tell Adam not to bother

to come out to see me.

I'm sure he's very...

busy, it being opening night.

Maybe not that busy.

Come on!

What the f*** is this bullshit!

Table four, right now!

Clean the pass!

What did I say?

Did I make a mistake this morning

when I went, "How much did I order?"

That can't be right!

Michel, where's my pig?

Yes, chef. Coming, chef.

- Carrots! Carrots! Carrots! Carrots!

- Twenty seconds, chef.

What the f*** is this?

You don't give me a plate?!

Why are you f***ing with me?

You're handing me a plate

with nothing on it?

What the f***'s wrong with you?!

I said 40 seconds

with a warm ingredient.

It develops a crust around it.

When you're ready to cook,

let me know, I'll be right here.

Where are we with the two turbots

and two pork?

Coming right up, chef!

Thirty seconds

on the spinach, chef.

Pork!

F***!

F***!

- Michel, to the pass.

- Yes, chef.

Clean it up!

F***.

Where is he?

Outside. Throwing up.

I'm gonna give everybody who had

dinner here tonight their money back.

And I'm gonna write to each

and every one of them and apologize...

...and apologize,

'cause of the f***in' disaster

that happened here tonight...

was my fault.

My f***in' fault.

- I gave you this to use, right?

- Yes, chef.

Because each slice

of potato for pommes Anna

has to be exactly two millimeters thick.

- Did you think that was a joke?

- No, chef.

- Did you measure your potato slices?

- No, there was no time.

There's no time.

You just have to know.

But you don't know.

I thought you did. I'm sorry.

My fault.

Michel you allowed

a portion of scallops

to remain in the pan

for an extra minute

because the garnish wasn't ready

and then you served it.

Why did you do that?

We were backing up, Chef.

If I had thrown it away,

the whole table...

Then you throw it away.

If it's not perfect, you throw it away.

No matter what.

If it's not perfect, you throw it away.

Regardless of time.

Eat it.

Yes, chef.

Now spit it out before you die

of "who gives a f***" scallop.

I kinda made a mistake with you.

I didn't know you were deaf.

I'm not deaf.

Then how come I left you at the saucier,

then I find you at the poisson?

- Adam...

- I'm not talking to you!

How did you turn a beautiful,

fresh piece of turbot

into a pale, lifeless turbot f***-all?

How the f*** did you do that?

Apologize to the turbot

'cause it died in vain.

I said apologize.

- Turbot, I...

- Not to me. To the f***ing fish.

Turbot, I sincerely apologize...

Do you ever take a chance?

Do you ever take a chance in your life?

Yes. I came to work for you, didn't I?

You don't get to talk back.

That wasn't a f***ing question.

- Tonight went wrong...

- You're a piece of a equipment.

- ...because your menu lacked balance.

- Until you run your own kitchen,

- you say, "Yes, chef..."

- Everything was designed to shock.

"...whatever you want, chef,

right away, chef,"

- and then you shut the f*** up!

- A f***ing impossible line to walk!

You're a f***ing poison,

you know that?

You're a f***ing infection!

Get the f*** out of my restaurant!

Don't ever f***ing touch me again.

Get the f*** out.

Get the f*** out!

Get the f*** out now!

Everybody get the f*** out now!

Call the TV people,

tell them I'll do all their shows.

There's not gonna be another empty

table at this restaurant again, Ton.

...Jones. Adam, good morning.

- Morning.

- Thanks very much for coming in.

Now, listen, tell us why you've agreed

to come on our show this morning.

Um...

Well, um, uh, Friday night,

uh, Adam Jones at The Langham

opened up, and it wasn't...

Let's just say it wasn't perfect, and...

- I like things to be perfect,

- Is that man who makes you cry?

so we are offering free dinners

before we reopen next week.

Wow, well, that's a big deal.

- All week. In that case, but why...

- Mm-hm.

I think I'm gonna cook

for you today, too, right?

You are supposed to be

cooking for us as well,

but before people get too excited,

I imagine that those tables

- are all booked up already.

- Yeah, they are booked,

but, um, in the restaurant business

there are always cancellations, so...

- Come have your breakfast.

- And it's your favorite.

Turbot? Not again.

You can have

chocolate puffs, too.

- It's good.

- Better than yesterday?

Okay.

Granny'll pick you up

after school, okay?

- You can't come?

- I've got to find another job.

Baby, I'm sorry. I'll try, okay?

- Be good.

- Lily?

- I'm sorry.

- Come on.

Bye.

You know, what you said

about the menu is right.

Adam goes for fireworks.

But he can be okay.

I've actually seen him be okay.

You know, when we all started

at Jean Luc's...

Michel and I, Reece, Max...

he was different.

He had a difficult childhood, you know?

His father...

No mother.

Handed off

from one relative to the next.

Listen, he really wants you back.

And also, I think... he likes you.

- So that was Adam liking someone?

- I said I'd get you back.

- And I'll double your salary.

- He already tripled it.

Well... then it's

times three and then times two.

You can learn from him.

Use him as a stepping stone

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