Table two weren't too keen on the soup.
Oh, what's that? A letter from a secret admirer?
Oh no, nothing like that. It's my exam results.
Exam results? I didn't know you've been studying.
Yes. Erm, I've been studying for a PHD and
it says here, I'm a doctor.
Well done, Mary!
Doctor Marigold - another feather in your cap.
You're so clever.
What's that? You've qualified to be a doctor?
Well done - although personally I think
the world needs more chefs than doctors.
Everybody needs to eat - but well done.
You've had a lucky break.
Yes, you're going to be a real success.
Maybe you'll be my doctor.
Of course, I know all about success.
I've got a track record for creating
world-class food and winning
numerous awards. Just ask Celia.
So, what's the secret to your success, Gordon?
Well, erm, an appreciation for food,
an eye for detail, an excellent relationship
with the customers.
Are you sure?
Yes. Now, I want you to take this
to table two - it's one of my best recipes.
It's always a roaring success.
Hmm, don't count your chickens before
they've hatched.
Don't worry, Mary. I can taste success.
You won't find a doctor making
something like this.
Well, they're certainly eating it.
There you see - that's why I am top dog
in this kitchen.
Waiter, waiter! Come quickly.
Oh no - one of the customers is lying
on the floor being sick!
I think he's got food poisoning!
Oh, typical. Well, come on then, you're a doctor.
A doctor of philosophy, Gordon
but I'll see what I can do, as per usual.
Thanks for coming in earlier than normal.
I wanted to give the kitchen a good spring clean.
Hopefully the others will be here soon to help.
No problem. Although it was a bit of
a shock to the system getting up this early.
What on earth was that?
I heard it too! Hang on, I'm just gonna go and
put the lights on.
Oh, it's Gordon! He gave me the shock of my life!
Gordon? What's he doing sleeping here
in the kitchen?
Oh, hello Celia. Err, hello Mary. Erm, I was just...
...sleeping on the floor. Gordon, you made
me jump out of my skin.
Sorry about that. I was just, erm,
checking the cooker connections.
Sleeping more like. The last time I saw
you looking this bad was when
you came home drunk from that party and
I kicked you out.
Oh, I've been kicked out again.
It happened out of the blue. I came
home last night and my girlfriend -
my new girlfriend - my new ex-girlfriend -
she said she was sick of me coming
home late and stinking of fried food.
Yes, so I can smell. Gordon, I'm stunned.
I mean, I thought your girlfriend had no taste
but now I can see she has.
Sorry I'm late. Oh, what's that smell?
It's Gordon. He's been kicked out so
he's been sleeping here.
Hang on a minute Peter, don't you have
space at your house?
Yes, I have.
Well, could Gordon stay with you until he
sorts himself out?
Oh, what a great idea. I'd love a bit of
company. You can sleep on the sofa.
Is that okay?
That's great. Gordon the great chef,
sleeping on the sofa of the little waiter!
Sounds perfect but you're going to have to
get some earplugs, Peter.
Why?
Well, he snores!
Oh dear, oh dear.
Problem Celia?
Well, according to my calculations,
in the past two months we've only had 22 customers.
I'm not sure we can afford to stay in business.
Well, you gave it your best shot but maybe
it's time to say enough is enough and give up.
No doubt I'll get a new job at some
high-class restaurant.
Oh, be quiet Gordon and let me think.
I knew she couldn't cope - she calls herself
a businesswoman but really, I'm the brains
behind this business.
Really? Actually, I think she's
a tough cookie and she doesn't strike me as
a sort of person to give up easily.
Don't forget I used to be married her.
She might seem as tough as old boots
but she wouldn't say boo to a goose.
She's as soft as a little kitten.
Excuse me! You were the one who cried
all the way through the royal wedding on TV.
Believe me Gordon, I'm a game old bird
and I've decided to make some changes.
All right Celia, let's hear them then.
Right, well firstly I think we ought to
extend the menu and offer more choices.
It's impossible.
Well, maybe for you, or perhaps we ought
to think about staffing then.
You're relentless.
And what's the second point, Celia?
Well, secondly, I think we ought to open
earlier and try and get more customers in
for lunch time.
Working longer hours, you mean?
Ah, tough luck, Gordon!
You might think that I'm gentle as a kitten,
but I'm as hard as nails and believe me
I'm not going to give up on this business yet.
So, go on, think of something new for the menu.
Oh, tough love Gordon. Do you need the recipe book?
So, we need to talk about the restaurant.
As you know, business isn't great,
so I'm looking for some good ideas to make us
more efficient and help us save money.
Please have a think and let me know.
Oh, it's obvious. Peter, we'll have to let you go.
Mary, you can serve the food and wash up afterwards.
Hold on Gordon. That's not fair. Peter's
a hard-working waiter, besides I've got
too much to do here. No, we need to
think out of the box, so to speak.
Yes. good idea Mary.
Sorry, what box?
It means we need to think a bit differently,
not just assume we need to cut people's jobs.
Come on then clever clogs,
what are we going to do? Get cheaper ingredients? Turn the gas down a bit?
I know. We can stop putting salt and pepper
on the table. Nobody uses it anyway.
What a brainwave! We'll save millions.
You idiot!
Oh, I know. We could buy organic ingredients
and charge a bit extra for them, plus we could
offer a set menu to attract new customers
and hopefully they would tell their friends
about how great it is here.
Yes, it's the best idea since sliced bread.
Is it? Sliced bread's the only thing we'll be
serving with that ridiculous idea.
Mary, you're too clever by half. Organic food
honestly! It's so last year.
Have you got any better suggestions, Gordon?
Celia - Mary's come up with a great idea,
Organic set menu and....
Right, we offer a set menu to attract new
customers, serving organic food that we charge
a bit extra for.
That's a great idea, Mary. I knew you were
a smart cookie when I employed you.
But I'm gonna have to change suppliers
and come up with new stuff for the
set menu. How is that a clever idea?
Well, extra customers means extra money
and that means
an extra bonus for us all at the end of the year.
Oh, well yes, err, organic food that is a very
clever idea of mine.
I'll just go make some phone calls, shall I?
Well done, Mary!
You've got a face like a wet weekend.
Keep it down will you, I'm trying to cook here.
Celia, it's Peter - he's feeling blue. Sort him
out, will you?
Oh, Peter, you seem down in the dumps.
Yes.
It's Edith. She's dead.
Oh.
Who's Edith?
I'm not sure but I think it's his mother.
Sorry, old chap. That's, erm, terrible news.
I understand why you're so down-hearted.
Were you close to Edith?
Yes. I talk to her every day and watched
her go round and round. She was a great
swimmer.
Oh, don't cry your eyes out.
Worst things happen at sea. Shall I get you a
glass of wine?
This must be a very upsetting time for
you. Would you like some time off?
Thank you.
What's going on? Is Peter OK?
It's Peter. His mother's died. He's beside
himself with grief.
I've given him a glass of wine.
Edith? Did he just say Edith?
Yes.
Edith is the name of his pet goldfish.
Peter.
Has your goldfish died?
Yes.
Great! You've got a dead fish.
I can use it in my fish pie.
Gordon!