Burnt Page #6

It was your idea.

No water bath, okay?

Just slowly baste them

in butter on either side.

What?

Okay, and then confit

the rattes and then peel,

emulsify in butter,

stock, truffles, okay?

Who are they?

Thirty seconds, no more.

In Paris, it happened two times a week.

I used to worry, now I don't.

Believe me, the only person

who will kill Adam Jones

is Adam Jones.

Oh, Helene.

"Oh, Helene" what?

Adam?

Jesus.

I'm okay.

What the hell was that?

Who were those men?

- I still owe some people some money.

- Just pay them.

- It's a lot of money.

- You think you can walk?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You have to go and see a doctor, Adam.

- No, service.

- No, you're not cooking, Adam.

We can handle it, all right?

Just tell me quickly.

Do you want me to baste them in butter?

- Slowly, and then peel and emulsify.

- Jesus, you're as bad as he is.

- Tony. Tony!

- What?

There's a man... There's a man

at the bar. He's wearing a suit.

His friend arrived half an hour later.

They left their drinks at the bar.

They ordered

half a bottle of wine,

two glasses of tap water,

and there is now a fork

on the floor under their table.

Michelin.

- Max, get my knives?

- Yeah.

Where is it? Where's the order?

- I said I'll handle it.

- Are they seated?

Do we know what table they're at?

- I'll handle it.

- Where's the order?

- Where's the order?

- One taster, one a la carte.

- Jesus, look at you. Adam.

- Be quiet.

Just be f***ing quiet.

- Service.

- Is this it? Is this it?

- Yeah.

- Okay, Michel, I want you to make

the short ribs for the beef,

and I want you to make

- the sauce for the sea bass.

- Adam.

Let me finish and then you say

f***ing, "Yes, chef!"

Make the sauce for the sea bass.

I'm gonna portion out

that fish and the beef.

Max, where are my knives?!

- Yes, chef.

- Max. Max, give me the knives!

And I want to see every element

of every garnish.

Yes, chef.

And remember, they're not

just watching their own table!

They've got eyes on everything,

so everything has to be pitch perfect!

- Do you hear me?

- Yes, chef.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, it's good.

Yeah? Other side, yeah.

Five minutes.

Yeah. It's good?

Yeah, that's right.

That should be thick.

That's good, that's good.

Thank you, chef.

More salt.

- Like velvet, yeah? Like velvet.

- Yes, chef. Yes, chef.

Yes, chef.

Show me, show me, show me.

It all has to be same size.

It all has to be the same f***ing size.

- Yes, chef.

- What do we got? Yeah?

Okay, good.

Every one, glaze on every one.

Double of everything.

Two of everything!

Yes, chef.

Come on, got to thicken it up.

Come on, this is the dish.

You are looking

at that all the time, yeah?

You have eyes on it the whole

time till you hit the pass.

- Yes, chef.

- Yeah? Look at me.

- Yeah? You up for it?

- Yes, chef. Yes, chef.

- All right, let's go!

- Yes, chef.

- Plates are clean.

- Okay.

- Starters are finished.

- Mains to the pass, right now!

Yes, chef.

Hey! Hey!

You're gonna wait right here.

You're gonna make sure

everything goes out to them.

Okay, give me some room.

Is it okay?

It's perfect, exactly how you like it.

Are you absolutely sure, my friend?

I checked it myself. It's great.

Come on, Adam, let them go.

Come on.

Service.

- Fingerprints off, yeah?

- Yes, chef.

- Keep it level.

- Yes, chef.

- And exactly how I gave it to you.

- Yes, chef.

Clear the pass.

They sent it back. Too spicy.

- What?

- Too f***ing spicy!

Pepper.

I added cayenne to it.

For Paris.

Michel.

Michel.

Michel!

Hey!

I'm gonna figure out...

Hey!

Whoa! Whoa-oh!

What the f*** is that?

This is like...

How, what are you doing in here?

What are you guys doing in here?

This is so great!

This stuff is so great!

- Tell me...

- Everybody out, now.

Get out now!

Oh!

I got it, I got it.

I can figure it out. I got it.

I got it. Hold on.

Do I...? Yeah.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

What do you do?

You got to plug it in.

I just don't know

how you plug it in.

Just let me do it!

Let me do it! Let me do it!

Let me do it.

Jack!

Just let me do it.

Let me do it!

Let me do it!

Let me do it.

I'm tired.

- What is this, hell?

- Yeah, I suppose it is.

Well, the mercy of your enemy

is a kind of hell.

- What happened?

- I have no idea.

You turned up out of your head.

Come and eat something.

That's your verdict, is it?

What was the name of that dive

on Rue Des Panoyaux

Max and Michel

always insisted we go to?

Le Saint Sauveur.

Le Saint Sauveur.

Every night.

At what, 2:
00 in the morning?

After doing 18 hours at Jean Luc's,

knowing we had to be back

in the kitchen at what, 7:00?

Yeah.

I think I was hung over for two years.

F***ing great times, though.

It is a miracle any of us survived.

It's good.

I know.

The Michelin men came last night.

- And?

- We f***ed it up.

I f***ed it up.

F***ed it up a long time ago.

Why'd you take care of me?

'Cause I need you. We all do.

If you understood that,

you wouldn't fight so hard.

Yeah?

You're better than me.

Which makes you the best.

But the rest of us need you

to lead us to places

we otherwise wouldn't go.

Now, finish that and go.

I'm almost certain it isn't Friday.

I didn't get my third star.

And yet, still alive.

Well, come on then.

Group doesn't start for 20 minutes.

I'll put the kettle on.

You're a very lucky man.

You paid them?

The debt was

as much mine as yours.

You look terrible.

I'll be okay.

Papa's knives.

He sharpened them himself

before he died.

He said,

"Adam likes everything perfect."

I have a train to catch.

Anne.

You're better off without me.

It's going to be a long, hard road.

But slowly...

I hope to regain everyone's respect

and be worthy of your father.

I liked your cook from the other night.

She seemed nice.

I thought this was the time

you didn't come back.

- Who's at the pass?

- David.

- What?

- You trained him well.

The kid's a star.

Go on, tell him.

I called the Michelin office

in Paris this morning

to explain what Michel

had done to your dish.

They said they had no inspectors

in London last night.

So... I called the number

the men used to book the table.

They're software salesmen

from Birmingham.

Hey, come on.

Laugh or something.

Thank you.

The kitchen may be

in good hands, but, uh,

Kaitlin can't handle

the front of the house.

She's got beautiful legs, but, uh,

she's not very useful on the phone.

Okay?

Stay here and make sure this idiot

doesn't have a concussion.

Okay.

- You okay?

- Mmm. Yeah.

- Let me see.

- Um...

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hey, don't look at that. Ooh.

- Jesus.

- It's okay.

Sit down. Let me clean you up.

- I'm all right.

- No, you're not.

Jesus.

What is that?

It's probably a boot mark.

Geez.

Oh.

Anne Marie paid my debt.

Yeah, Reece said she might.

You called Reece?

I was looking for you.

I was looking for you everywhere.

- Oh, sorry.

- No, it's okay.

I'm afraid.

I don't know if I can do it.

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