NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen."
Chef?
Ji?
I'd like to volunteer.
NARRATOR: Ji's injury
forced her to withdraw
from the competition, which
resulted in Colleen and Lacey
getting another chance.
Both of you get back in line.
Thank you, Chef.
NARRATOR: Andrea was
resentful of Lacey's survival.
You had a saving
grace, now you
better f*cking prove yourself.
You just turned on
your bitch switch.
NARRATOR: In the
challenge, the men
showed they knew their meat.
Hey, all done!
[cheering]
We got slaughtered again.
NARRATOR: And while they
enjoyed a day with Chef Ramsay--
If you're going to
win the challenge,
this is the way you roll, right?
NARRATOR: --the
women were forced
to deal with one of the
worst punishments ever
in "Hell's Kitchen."
Who is bleeding?
It's the cow.
[coughing]
I'm so f*cking
humiliated right now.
NARRATOR: At dinner,
Hell's Kitchen was
converted into a steak house.
One team will cook,
one team will serve.
Then we'll turn it around.
NARRATOR: In the blue kitchen,
Giovanni was confident.
I'm a chef at a steakhouse.
I do this every day.
NARRATOR: But he
failed to deliver.
It's still walking that
f*cking piece of beef.
Charlie--
Your cloth's on fire--
--was lost on appetizers.
Come on!
I am right now, Chef.
NARRATOR: And Seth
butchered the meat.
We've wasted the
most expensive parts.
NARRATOR: In the red kitchen--
We have so got this!
NARRATOR: --cooking
instructor, Colleen--
What's going?
Four Caesar
salads, Chef-- three?
Oh god!
NARRATOR: --didn't
make the grade.
But Andrea's prime performance--
I'm glad I wound up
on that meat station.
These steaks are flying out.
NARRATOR: --sealed the
fate for the blue team.
The winner was the red team.
My girls!
NARRATOR: The men had to
nominate two of their own,
and Seth was very open
about his strategy.
I'm going to pick the
best person here, Giovanni.
Take out the best f*cking
guy so you can save your ass?
NARRATOR: But it
was Seth and Charlie
who ended up getting nominated.
Charlie, take off your jacket.
NARRATOR: And so it
was Charlie's dream
of being head chef of
Borgata Hotel in Atlantic
City that went up in flames.
[theme music]
NARRATOR: And now
the continuation
of "Hell's Kitchen."
I'm still here, boys.
Sorry if that upsets
some of my teammates.
But I got too much fight left
in me to go down like that.
Hey, Seth, come
here for a second.
I'll be dead honest with
you, I don't respect you.
I'm pissed at
Seth putting me up
for elimination,
because I think he's
just trying to save his hide.
I wasn't the worst guy,
he was, hands down.
I am here to play a game
the way I want to play it.
There is no way
that you are going
to tell me how to play it.
In the kitchen,
I'll give you %.
Same with me, dude.
GIOVANNI: I will back you up.
But once we walk
out of that kitchen,
I'd rather not talk to you.
You mean Giovanni won't hang
out with me on the weekends?
Oh, god!
Thanks, Giovanni.
Trust me, I ain't
calling you either.
You need help in the
kitchen, we're a team.
I'm more than happy to help you.
- And I--
Oh, you can't help me.
SETH: Right, OK.
Ooh!
I know, you're a
three-star Michelin already.
Dude, cooking steaks, wow.
NARRATOR: After a long
hard day in Hell's Kitchen,
Robert does his best Chef
Ramsay impersonation.
Listen, listen, this is funny.
Go ahead.
Well, good day, yeah?
That is amazing,
watch this, watch this.
This is the most
prestigious honorable chance
of a lifetime--
[laughter]
--to work at the most--
[laughter]
He's got it down.
--greatest--
[laughter]
That was good!
ANDREA: Robert, with
great impersonations.
In the bins.
[laughter]
We just couldn't stop laughing
because it was so funny.
Crap!
[laughter]
[rooster crowing]
Good morning.
Good morning, Chef.
Good sleep?
Yes, Chef.
Who is the strongest cook
on the red team, Carol?
CAROL: I would say
myself or Andrea, Chef.
PAULA: I know that I'm
somebody that you have
to be worried about,
so I don't really need
Carol to reconfirm that for me.
Men?
Yes, Chef?
Who's the strongest
on the blue team?
I believe I'm the
strongest, Chef.
As a chef, asking a group of
people who the best cooks were,
I would wait for that one
arrogant f*ck to raise his hand
and say it's me, Chef.
OK, listen up, and
listen carefully.
The one thing that's missing
in both teams is teamwork.
So today's challenge is
going to force all of you
to work hand-in-hand as
a team, is that clear?
Yes, Chef!
This morning, Hell's Kitchen
is opening for breakfast.
Now we're opening in minutes.
Let's go!
Move!
Let's go, guys, come on.
I hate doing breakfast.
I'll take pancakes,
because I don't have
experience doing breakfast.
This is probably going to be
of my worst friggin challenges.
Who's doing hash browns?
I got them.
I'll take whatever
is the hardest.
Just real quick, because
I know about his eggs.
He has a way of doing
scrambled eggs that
would definitely impress him.
And these eggs are phenomenal.
All right, then you do eggs.
I have it down,
his thing, perfect.
I definitely can't
belt out some eggs.
I actually follow one of
Gordon Ramsay's recipes
for cooking eggs.
It's an amazing recipe.
GORDON RAMSAY: Are
you ready to meet
your custom this morning, yes?
Yes, Chef!
[whistle blows]
GORDON RAMSAY: This is
what you'd call a team.
[cheering]
I thought the
Oakland Raiders we're
going to come running through
the paper, and then in the room
come a bunch of small fries
with their jerseys on.
Oh, look at the
little cheerleaders!
[laughter]
ANDREA: When those
kids came through,
it was the cutest thing ever.
The little cheerleaders in their
little pigtails and ribbons.
And then the girls
had a cheer for us.
It was such a motivation.
It gave me chills.
[cheering]
We are serving breakfast
for the Pacific Coast Youth
Football and Cheer League.
Whoo!
Are we ready?
Yes, Chef!
Off you go.
NARRATOR: This challenge
will be a test of teamwork.
Get all the hash
browns rolling, guys.
NARRATOR: Each
kitchen races to serve
breakfast to hungry kids.
The red team will cook
for the cheerleaders.
Let's go, red team, let's go!
NARRATOR: The blue team,
for the football players.
The first team to feed all
their kids wins the challenge.
Let's go, boys!
Three for three, whoo!
Our team has won
zero challenges.
I really don't
think the guys know
what "Hell's
Kitchen's" is all about
until you lose a challenge.
Let's cook some
breakfast, ladies.
NARRATOR: With
preparations almost done,
the first orders are coming in.
Four pancakes,
followed by three
scrambled egg, one omelet.
All right, boys,
let's keep it rolling.
CHEERLEADERS: Let's
go, red team, let's go!
I got two omelets,
coming at you, Robert.
NARRATOR: While the blue
team gets down to business,
a chef on the red team
gets into the spirit.
Let's go, red team, let's go.
Colleen!
Colleen!
Let's go, red team, let's go!
I can still fit in my
cheerleading outfit.
Watch those hash
browns right there.
Yeah!
PAULA: These
cheerleaders are so cute.
It's when they get older
and they get more annoying.
Let's go!
GORDON RAMSAY: Colleen, get
the f*cking hash browns on.
Yes, yes, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: OK, on order,
six pancakes, followed by six
scrambled eggs.
Pancakes away!
NARRATOR: While the red team
tackles their first orders,
the blue team takes
an early lead.
Go.
NARRATOR: Having already
served of their
hungry football players.
- Just keep pulling them?
- Yes, absolutely.
Let's do it.
All right, boys,
let's keep it rolling.
GORDON RAMSAY: What's that
pile of of sh*t sat there for?
Hey, Fats, come here!
Oi, come here!
Don't start acting like a pig.
Me?
Yeah, the f*cking
food's messy.
You're acting like a slob.
You're just throwing it out
like we're serving pigs,
yet we're not serving pigs.
- Yes, Chef.
They're children.
Now f*cking slow down.
- Yes, Chef.
- Yes, Chef.
Chef don't see everything.
J's the one plating
the potatoes.
If you you slop me again,
I'll f*cking kick you out, yeah?
It's breakfast, respect it.
I didn't put those
potatoes on the plate,
I just took the whipping.
NARRATOR: Despite their
sloppy presentation,
the men have now
managed to serve
half of their football players.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
over on the red side,
there's not much to cheer about.
Coi, I don't want to
serve that pancake, I
wouldn't eat that.
COI: What?
Yes, Chef?
Give me that, give me that.
Are you mad?
No Chef.
Look at it, it's
like a f*cking
rubber pair of knickers.
Yes, Chef.
Unfortunately, I messed
up a few of my pancakes.
I was just so nervous.
- Whoa!
- Paula?
- Yes, Chef?
- Where is the standard?
We're getting it back, Chef.
Come on guys, we got this.
NARRATOR: Back in
the blue kitchen--
Is there more scrambled egg?
I got more hash brown
than I have scrambled egg.
NARRATOR: The men are
discovering that a team is only
as strong as its weakest link.
I need more scrambled egg.
They're coming right now.
BEN: It's very apparent
that Seth simply
just doesn't have a clue.
Just get the eggs rolling, scoop
and serve, scoop and serve.
Hey, I want
scrambled eggs, Seth.
Yes, Chef.
SETH: The scrambled eggs
were by far the most ordered
thing on the menu there.
If you see that I'm falling
behind, make scrambled eggs.
Two scrambled
coming up right now.
Dude, that's not enough.
Seth--
That's two each, dude.
DANNY: I bet you
those football players
could have cooked scrambled
eggs better than Seth.
Why have you slowed down?
NARRATOR: With Seth slowing
down the blue kitchen,
the women have caught up.
Go, let's make it
look good, get it out.
NARRATOR: Both
kitchens have served
of their customers.
[cheering]
Come on, go up top, go up top.
Four tickets left each.
Come on, let's go.
NARRATOR: And now it's a race
to see who can feed their side
of the restaurant first.
[cheering]
Come on, girls, let's
go, let's do this.
Scrambled and cheese.
Come on guys, we got this.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Hey, I need more bacon,
more bacon, more bacon.
Four omelets, come on!
Plate it, plate it, plate it.
[cheering]
Come on, last ticket each.
Come on!
Three omelets!
Where's those f*cking omelets?
Plate it, plate it, plate it.
Just give me one to
complete the table!
Two scrambled, right here.
Go, go, go, go, tomato--
Come on, let's go.
Three omelet, one
scrambled egg, yes?
Go!
OK, good, clear down.
[cheering]
Dammit!
[cheering]
GIOVANNI: It's just
unreal that we lost this.
But better than that, we
should have kicked their ass.
[cheering]
ANDREA: This was our first
challenge that we've won.
I'm so excited.
[cheering]
COLLEEN: How could we
lose with cheerleaders?
[cheering]
Dude, you know these are kids.
They're going to order
f*cking scrambled eggs, dude.
You should had a big Teflon
pan f*cking there, man.
Everybody's at fault,
it's not just one person.
If it was just one
person, that would mean
that we're not a team anymore.
I thought we
had it in the bag.
f*cking-- those eggs, man.
k*lled us.
Now get ready
to eat some crow.
Boys and girls, did
you enjoy breakfast?
(SCREAMING) Yes!
Thank you so much for coming.
Really good to see you.
Thank you, guys.
Thank you, thank you.
Oh guys, oh guys.
Holy sugar!
I'm so sorry, I got to
go back to the kitchen.
I'll come back, OK?
Good luck!
I've got to go back in there.
Jean-Philippe, help me?
Are you the best
cook in the world?
Yes.
Good to see you, buddy.
Huh?
Right.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Good luck!
Let's go!
OK.
Ladies, see what happens when
you work together as a team?
Yes, Chef.
Congratulations.
OK, gentlemen, you
started off brilliantly.
Then the quality dipped.
Ouch.
Punishment?
Have a look out there.
You're going to go around
every table and clean it down.
After that, turn around,
look to the kitchens,
clean up both kitchens.
Yes, Chef.
Spotless!
Yes, Chef.
And I mean spotless.
One more thing, you're
responsible for prepping
both kitchens ahead
of tonight's service.
That's right, we're opening
for service tonight.
Is that clear?
- Yes, Chef.
GIOVANNI: Having dinner service
right after the challenge
is pretty horrible.
And that was a lot of work
to do, and I don't know.
OK.
Ladies!
Yes, Chef.
You're going outdoors.
You're all going out camping.
[crickets]
PAULA: You know,
that really sucks.
Camping, to me, is you
get out in the woods
and you have no
toilet, no nothing.
But not just any style of
camping, Beverly Hills-style.
[cheering]
GORDON RAMSAY: Yes, you'll
be lounging all day poolside,
and properly pampered.
Yes!
Get some boys to rub us down.
How exciting is that?
Yes, Chef!
GORDON RAMSAY: You deserve it.
Now ladies, go and
get in your bikinis,
because your limo's
waiting for you.
Move.
[squealing]
Wait, watch out!
Oh sh*t!
Are you OK?
No, I'm f*cking great!
I am not wearing a
bikini, but I'm cool.
Good thing we shaved our legs!
Yes!
Why are you looking
so pissed off?
You lost.
I'm disappointed,
Chef, we should have won.
GORDON RAMSAY:
Well, there you go.
It was in our grasp,
and we let it go, Chef.
You have every right
to be pissed off,
your performance was sh*t.
Now get back
upstairs to the dorm,
and I'll get Jean-Philippe
to call you when he's ready.
Move, let's go.
- Yes, Chef.
BEN: We've got to regroup,
we got to get it together.
And I have made it my
business to come in to take
on that position of leadership.
I'm going to tell you one thing,
I don't like f*cking losing.
Come on, Danny, I was over
there helping with you,
then I jumped over, I had
to help with the eggs.
You should have been on--
We were all
helping each other.
--eggs the whole time.
You were the one drowning
on the pancakes, my friend.
That is correct.
DANNY: Look, you gave me a
hand walking the pancakes up,
and thank you for that.
BEN: Wait a minute, Danny.
Come on, man, are you
serious right now?
What?
You help me plate some
pancakes, and I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I'm not--
It's cool, man,
don't worry about it.
DANNY: I mean, I'm not a hero
here, I never said I was.
You said that earlier.
You said you were the best cook.
Who's the strongest
on the blue team?
I believe I'm the
strongest, Chef.
I am obviously the
best cook on the team.
Let me tell you, you want
to hear something dude?
I will cook circles around you.
I will circle you
like a f*cking moon.
- Where have you been?
- Are you joking me?
What?
You couldn't cook my cock.
Hey, hey hey.
Where have you been?
I am so f*cking--
Be quiet, quiet, quiet.
Let me see you on garnish.
Shut the f*ck up.
You know what?
I need two minutes.
DANNY: Take your
two minutes, bro.
Because I haven't seen
you in the kitchen yet.
- This is-- hey!
- Where have you been?
BEN: Danny's ego is
getting the better of him,
and he needs to come
back down on this planet.
Have you gotten a
compliment yet, Ben?
BEN: I am by no
means a physical guy,
but if we were outside
of Hell's Kitchen, sure.
[bleep]
[smashing sounds]
DANNY: Ben has got a
little stick up his ass
about me, which is fine.
Because I'm cocky as
sh*t, and I run my mouth.
Don't get all uppity on me,
bro, until you f*cking show up.
Ooh, they got into
a terrible argument.
- Who?
- The boys.
What happened?
He goes, I wouldn't
let you cook my d*ck.
And I'm like, oh!
I'm hoping that that
just causes a little sliver
in their foundation,
and we can just kind of
cr*ck it wide open.
They're breaking down,
they're breaking down!
NARRATOR: With a clear lack
of harmony on the men's team,
they must now begin
their punishment.
- This is lovely.
- Bye, guys.
NARRATOR: While
the women head off
for a day of fun in the sun.
Please, Lacey, don't wear a
bikini, that's all I'm asking.
[cheering]
LACEY: To go have a
resort day in a limo--
I was just on cloud nine.
Living like movie stars,
partying like rock stars.
[laughter]
And getting out
of Hell's Kitchen!
[cheering]
All right.
Hey!
We were delivered to
the "Pretty Woman" hotel.
It was beautiful.
We're not in Hell's
Kitchen, ladies!
CONCIERGE: Welcome
to the Beverly
Wilshire's Four Seasons Hotel.
Hi, welcome.
--personal service today.
[cheering]
- There you go.
- Thank you.
PAULA: I think this
came at a good time.
We needed something to bring
our team together, to just get
some sunshine and re-energize.
ANDREA: This was our first
challenge that we've won
to date, and we needed it bad.
Dude, I don't like
how he talks to you,
but that was stupid.
I'm really disappointed in Ben
and Danny for their fighting
they did today, Ben
more than Danny.
Just the things that
Ben was saying, like he
could cook circles around him.
Who is he to make
others feel small?
Ah!
[sighs of pleasure]
Can you rub it in too?
Gladly.
[cheering]
I give full massages.
You ready for pure pleasure?
Ah!
Camping Beverly Hills-style
is being pampered by the pool,
eating fabulous food and drink.
It felt great.
Nice!
[cheering]
I believe Ben needs to
go, because I don't like
the way they were fighting.
Right.
We played as a team, and
now we're falling apart.
And we don't need that in
our team, you understand?
Oh no, I know what you
mean and everything else.
NARRATOR: With only two hours
remaining until dinner service,
the men are still hard at
work prepping both kitchens.
How are we looking with
everything on prep, guys?
I got to shave Parmesan.
We got to check on croutons.
We got to turn it
around, people, we
got to turn it around.
DANNY: We still have
a lot of prep to do,
so I'm nervous about being
ready to go for dinner service.
[chatter]
They're prepping our stuff.
ANDREA: It was just so exciting
to see them prepping our prep.
They look a little b*at
down, so hopefully the girls
can take advantage of it.
The cabana boy was hot.
You guys call this clean?
We're going to go into
tonight's service relaxed,
and we're going to kick butt.
Wrap that sh*t up, b*tches.
Whoo!
Don't want these b*tches
winning no more, homie.
Neither do I, man.
I don't want to just b*at
them, I want to crush them,
their dreams, their hopes.
I'm not f*cking
losing tonight.
Let's keep on winning, ladies.
CAROL: The red team right now
is feeling pretty unstoppable.
I feel like the boys have a
disadvantage, because they've
been in the kitchen all day.
They've been working hard,
and we've been chilling out.
So I plan to go in
and kick their butts.
- Ladies, you're back.
- Welcome back.
Hello!
And what are we missing
that I can get on?
He's getting ready
for the Caesar.
I need to get it
spun and cleaned.
I got potato salad
working, and then--
But you haven't poached
the eggs yet, right?
Negative, right.
Prep was their punishment,
and they didn't finish it.
We had to do a lot of
the prep ourselves.
Chef Gloria, we're still missing
tomato sauce from gentlemen.
Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys?
Where's the tomato butter
sauce for the ladies?
Tomato butter sauce?
Ben, you've got that, right?
Tomato butter sauce?
No, I have not done that
yet, but I will do it.
I'll start it in a moment.
And we have to pull this out.
We can't afford someone to go
home right now, not even Seth.
GORDON RAMSAY: All right,
guys, let's go please.
Quick, let's go.
OK, good.
Look at that lovely glow, wow!
Gentlemen.
Yes Chef!
GORDON RAMSAY: How'd
it go this afternoon?
Did we bond?
Yes Chef.
Good.
If we stay united and bonded
we'll get through as a team.
If we become fragmented,
we'll disintegrate rapidly.
Is that clear?
- Yes Chef.
Move, let's go.
Thank you, Chef.
OK, Jean-Philippe, open Hell's
Kitchen, please, let's go.
[music playing]
We are delighted to have
you here with us tonight.
I will have the Caesar salad.
I will have
spaghetti of lobster.
This is your chance
to shine, get ready.
Thank you.
OK, on order, four covers,
table four, two risotto, one
spaghetti, one Caesar salad.
- Yes Chef.
- Yes Chef.
- Is it boiling?
How long, Giovanni?
I'm waiting for the
water to boil, Chef.
You expect me to tell
Jean-Philippe we're waiting
for your water to boil?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh man, Gio, how are
you going to cook pasta
in water that's not boiling?
Hey, look at me.
There's no olive oil in
there, the water's not
seasoned it's not even boiling.
GIOVANNI: Oh, that was my fault.
I didn't check my equipment,
and it won't happen
again, that's for sure.
Let's go, Giovanni, let's go.
Oh my god.
NARRATOR: While
Giovanni's in hot water,
over in the red kitchen,
Coi is trying to get ahead.
Why are you cooking spaghetti
when I haven't even fired it?
Damn!
Why?
I'm sorry Chef.
I can't believe this!
Why can't you just
drop it in water?
I will, Chef?
Tell me why you can't.
I just tried to
get ahead, Chef.
You can't get ahead.
You're not that good.
COI: I was trying to
get so many steps ahead.
So I am kicking
myself in the ass,
because if I were
to listen better,
he wouldn't have screamed at me.
Coi, put some
more spaghetti in.
Hey, I'm joking, you stupid cow.
While Coi tries to get
a grip on the appetizers,
over in the blue kitchen, Seth
has delivered his first order
of scallops to the pass.
Seth?
Yes Chef?
You can go f*ck yourself.
Come here.
- Yes Chef.
There you go,
rubber scallops, yeah?
What is that?
Unfortunately, Seth just
doesn't have the skills,
and just couldn't do it.
It's just rookie mistakes.
There you go.
Eat it.
Go on.
SETH: Chef Ramsay made me a
couple of scallop sandwiches.
I didn't have any
dinner prior to that,
so I was pretty happy
to be eating them.
Make sure the pan is hot
when you put those scallops on.
No.
Guys, I need
tomato butter sauce.
I never got my
tomato butter sauce.
What are you doing in here?
I need tomato
butter sauce, Chef.
Where's the tomato butter
sauce for the salmon?
Where is the sauce?
Who's got the sauce
with tomato butter?
Talk, people.
It's right here,
and I will finish it.
Is it ready?
No it's not, Chef.
ANDREA: I was pissed off when
we didn't have our tomato
butter sauce ready to go.
- Is this part of the sabotage?
- No Chef.
Of course not, Chef.
BEN: I completely
dropped the ball.
We were in the shits
the entire day,
and there was just so much
that needed to be done.
Why is the sauce not ready?
It was not worked on, Chef,
and I'll take care of it
right away, Chef.
- God.
What a muppet.
While Ben hurries to
complete the butter sauce,
in the red kitchen, Coi is
ready with another attempt
at the spaghetti appetizer.
GORDON RAMSAY: Oh my god.
All of you, whoa, come here.
Taste that, all of you.
Hurry up!
Come on, Colleen, just get
your f*cking fingers in there.
What is that?
Dry, bland, under-seasoned,
under-cooked.
I should have tasted
it better, Chef.
CAROL: I honestly thought
that Coi was going
to be strong on that station.
I've had it up
to f*cking here!
Here!
COI: Oh, I got my
ass handed to me.
I never thought cooking
pasta could be so hard.
Madam, don't
send me sh*t, yes?
Yes Chef.
NARRATOR: It's more than an
hour into dinner service,
and with no food
leaving the kitchen,
customers are getting restless.
The food's going
to come pretty soon.
Yes.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
back in the kitchen.
What are you
doing over here now?
Tomato butter sauce,
Chef, I just finished it.
What have you done
to sabotage them?
- Nothing.
- Put it down.
Salt and pepper, Chef.
Salt and pepper, Chef,
that's all I added.
Hey you, come here, Andrea.
Taste that.
What does that taste of, Andrea?
It tastes like
SpaghettiOs with salt, Chef.
Yeah, it tastes
f*cking disgusting, yeah?
More, hurry up you.
I took a gamble.
I didn't taste it before
I put out, my fault.
Hey, as long as you're
over there and I'm cooking,
you mind getting some more
tomato butter sauce going?
Done deal.
I don't give a f*ck what I'm
cooking or what I'm doing,
I will get it out.
NARRATOR: While Danny puts
his differences with Ben aside
and takes control
of making the sauce,
Andrea takes control
of the red kitchen.
Lacey, finish that
spaghetti with basil
and get it up to the pass.
I always try to hit the
ground running when service
comes around, and I always
fall into a natural leadership
position.
It's just in me,
it's in my blood.
I'm still waiting on the
scallops and spaghetti, Coi.
- Yes, Chef.
Right now.
I need Once scallop and one
spaghetti up there right now.
NARRATOR: Thanks to
Andrea, the women
have managed to get out more
than half of their appetizers.
Meanwhile, Danny is prepared
to deliver his attempt
at the women's butter sauce.
Tomato butter sauce go on it.
Taste it.
That's much better.
Thank you, Chef.
Hey, that sauce now--
tomato sauce-- much better.
The one you sent over there
was f*cking disgusting.
Yes Chef.
DANNY: Chef Ramsay really
liked it, so that's cool.
I just seem to f*cking
rock everything I touch.
Yeah, that one there
is , times better.
Yes Chef.
NARRATOR: It's an hour and
minutes into dinner service,
and while food is making its
way out of the blue kitchen--
Look whats in my salad.
--not all of it is edible.
What's going on there?
That's from table blue.
Hey, all of you, come here!
Who dressed the Caesar salad?
I did Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Oi, Bozo,
are you f*cking stupid?
No Chef, I am not.
J feels like a jackass because
of that fricking lettuce.
I should have seen it.
It's a disgrace, it really is.
- Did you see that?
- I did not, Chef.
If I saw it, I would have
never put it in there.
GIOVANNI: Pretty hard to believe
that that butt of lettuce
went out there.
It's hard to miss that big
lettuce chunk if you're
just tossing a small salad.
Unfuckingbelievable.
NARRATOR: Despite J's serving
the butt of the lettuce,
the blue team has served
most of their appetizers.
It's good.
It tastes great.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: And Ben is ready to
impress with his first entrees.
Two lamb, two Wellington.
I'm coming right
now with two lamb.
I'm ready to roll.
I've cooked a hell
of a lot of lamb,
and I just want to--
oh, let's just go, baby.
I'm ready to unleash
the beast, come on!
Coming down.
Lamb regular.
GORDON RAMSAY: Come
here, all of you.
Come here!
Put it down.
Put it f*cking down.
What is that?
Lamb chops, sir.
Lamb chop, yeah?
Eat it.
Happy now?
Now it's getting thinner,
and thinner, and thinner.
There's another one, there's
one ripped to f*ck there now.
Two thin, cowboy.
ROBERT: I'm like, dude, why
are you sending that out?
It looked like a piece of
carpaccio on a bone, man.
How can someone
so f*cking fat slice
something so f*cking thin?
Sorry, Chef, it won't
happen again, Chef.
I wouldn't even serve
that for my f*cking dog.
I'll fix it right now, Chef.
While Ben tries to
figure out how to cut it
on the meat station,
LA tries to figure
out a way to work with Colleen.
Why did she fire that
one back in the oven?
It's cooked--
- Because it's too cold.
--keep it warm.
That oven's way too
hot to keep it warm.
Gotcha, I just was
going to drop it off.
Tonight we had two people
on the meat station.
It does cause a
lot of confusion,
because she doesn't like to
be talked to during service,
and that's not
necessarily easy for me.
Wellingtons, two
medium, one medium well.
Did you cut it already?
- Yep.
LA: Cut more off.
Colleen was tugging on my arm,
constantly asking me something.
LA, is this OK?
Are we going to get
that a little hotter?
LA: Then when I have
something in my hand,
and you have someone go what?
And then I started
questioning myself.
I know how to cook meat.
Come on, please, yeah?
Right here, Chef.
Hey, hello!
Madam, you're not even
trimming the ends off.
You wouldn't eat that.
Slice the f*cking ends off.
I f*cking told you, man,
you got to cut the ends off.
I don't get it.
While Colleen and
LA try to work it out
on the meat station,
back in the blue kitchen,
there's chicken at the pass.
And all it needs is--
Garnish, please.
Where's the garnish?
BEN: We're going to
see how Danny produces
on the garnish station.
As long as he's
talking the talk,
I'd certainly like to
see him walk the walk.
Where's the f*cking
mashed potato?
I need the garnish, Danny.
He's not even answering me now.
DANNY: It's just a
difficult station.
Chef Ramsay's like, oh, he calls
it just heating up vegetables,
but it was rough, man.
Where is the f*cking garnish?
seconds, I'm going to
f*cking kick you out personally.
Danny?
It's working, Chef.
How long?
It's going to
be a minute, Chef.
While the blue kitchen
waits on Danny's garnish, back
in the red kitchen,
cooking instructor
Colleen and line cook
LA are ready to go
with the Wellingtons.
Well, medium well, medium.
OK.
Where's the
Wellington, please?
Let's go, Colleen.
Let's Go, Colleen.
Let's go, Colleen.
Let's go, Colleen.
Let's go.
Yes.
Well, medium
well, two mediums.
Stay here, you.
Three Wellingtons,
you brought me four.
One medium, one medium
well, one well done.
Where is the medium one?
The medium's here, Chef.
Where is the medium well?
The medium well is here, Chef.
Where's the well
done one then?
Right Right here, Chef.
So what the f*ck is that one?
- I don't know, Chef.
- You don't know.
- I'll take it back.
- It's funny, is it?
Little ha, ha, tee-hee?
- No, it's not funny.
God bless Nebraska.
PAULA: Colleen takes a damn hard
b*ating from Chef Ramsay just
about every night, and she
keeps her head up high.
But I think in her brain,
it's just breaking down.
Are you wondering why
I'm f*cking pissed off?
No, I understand
you're mad, Chef.
NARRATOR: While Colleen tries
to keep the orders straight,
out in the dining
room, the customers
are getting impatient.
We do apologize for the delay.
NARRATOR: And chef Ramsay
looks for the blue team
to focus and get
out their entrees.
On order, four
covers, table three,
one scallops, one risotto,
one spaghetti, one Caesar.
Bacon, bacon, bacon.
GORDON RAMSAY: Entree,
one Dory, one chicken,
one lamb, one Wellington.
- Right here.
Seth?
Seth!
Yes Chef!
GORDON RAMSAY: Come here.
What did I just call out?
SETH: I don't know, Chef.
No, I know you don't know,
because you weren't even
f*cking prepared to listen.
No wonder you're struggling.
What is he doing?
Hey you, hey you, come here.
Sorry Chef.
I just watched you wipe
your face and then wipe a pan.
If this one's for
your f*cking nose,
where is your cooking cloth?
- I'll get one, Chef.
- Yeah.
f*ck off, will you?
NARRATOR: While Chef Ramsay has
had problems in both kitchens,
it's not surprising
that Jean-Philippe
is in his own hell
in the dining room.
Well, let me bring it back.
One was near having
no lobster in there.
And both were
undercooked as well.
Coi, both undercooked, and
not enough lobster in there.
Hey, madam, now
it's the customer.
Yes Chef.
Refire.
On a night with very
little consistency,
Chef Ramsay is at wit's end,
and desperate to get quality
food out of the kitchen again.
GORDON RAMSAY: Where's
the Wellington, please?
Two minutes on this
ticket and the next, Chef.
So sorry, Chef.
Oh!.
It's a little
on the rare side.
Scallops are undercooked.
You're going to have
to refire these.
What is going on?
Oh no, ah.
[gasping]
f*ck off, oh no.
sh*t!
Look at that!
You guy, come
here, you fat f*ck.
Come here.
All of you, come here.
Come here!
Hey!
Hey, look at me.
You are pathetic.
No one won!
f*ck off.
Both teams, start thinking about
two of you to f*cking go home.
You-- pathetic!
I don't want any more.
I don't want to wait
for your sh*t anymore.
I don't your sh*t anymore.
I don't want you
drying your face
and then f*cking cooking with
the cloth, you scummy fucker!
Get out!
Get out!
NARRATOR: After a shocking end
to a terrible dinner service,
both teams must nominate
two people for elimination.
For some reason, you and I
were on point tonight, Lacey.
Can I give you a
high five on that?
Yeah.
Guys, I'm so f*cking sorry.
Coi, it's--
I'm going home.
He's had it up to
here with Colleen, dude.
Yeah, he's had with me.
He's yelled at her
the past three services.
You guys know I
sucked ass tonight.
You know what
would have happened
tonight if Lacey
was on the lobster
spaghetti and the risotto?
I mean, it would have
been times worse.
Whatever.
They're going to find any
excuse to make me look
bad, even when I've done well.
Are you putting
yourself up, Coi?
Of course I am.
Everybody else did
better than me.
Are we prepared to
talk about this now,
or what do you guys think?
Yeah, let's just
talk about it.
Giovanni, who are your people?
DANNY: Me?
I'll pick Seth, and I'm
sorry, I pick you today.
So you're saying
based on everything
you've seen since
I've been here,
you think I'm the one on the
chopping block, Giovanni?
Are you f*cking serious?
I'll agree with Gio.
Oh my god.
You're saying to me that I did
the second-worst in the kitchen
today, and I do
not believe that.
I heard Danny's name called just
as much if not more than my one
lamb being sliced wrong.
There's no way I need to go
down for this, no f*cking way.
Not once have I seen Danny
step up to the plate.
Tonight, he sucked.
He was sh*t.
And as of right now, I am the
only one on this blue team
to push his team forward.
Robert, who's it going to be?
His mouth, your lamb,
and that salad thing.
It's a pretty
small salad, to miss
that big of a f*cking piece.
It shouldn't have happened,
not with professionals.
Who dressed the Caesar salad?
I did, Chef.
No way is that a reason for
me to be on the chopping block.
It's a pretty small salad.
[music playing]
Something's really
bugging me, you know that.
And I can't stop thinking
about it, and here's why.
If a customer goes
out for dinner
and their steak is slightly
overcooked or undercooked,
it gets redone and they move
on and enjoy their evening.
But if a customer goes out
for dinner and they get
served a butt of lettuce,
that's how reputations get
destroyed in minutes, butthead.
Danny, first nominee and why.
Our first nominee is Seth,
Chef, for obvious reasons.
He struggled very hard
to get the scallops up.
I think fish is one of
the easier stations,
and he just totally lost it.
Blue team, second
nominee and why?
Chef, our second
nominee is Ben.
GORDON RAMSAY: Why?
We just feel like he
hasn't been able to perform
for the dinner services.
I'll agree with
that one, yeah.
Lacey, first nominee and why?
The first nominee,
Chef is Colleen,
based on her overall
performance up until this point.
She's been very weak
on the line, Chef.
Second nominee and why?
And the second
nominee, Chef is myself.
You?
Yes Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Do you personally
think there was anyone
worse than you this evening?
Well, I feel that Coi's
performance wasn't up to par.
My performance was
better than hers tonight.
Coi, you're silent.
What do you think?
I think it was my
worst performance so far.
Thank you for being honest.
OK, Lacey, Colleen,
Ben, Seth, step forward.
Yes Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Right, Lacey,
what makes you think you have
a future in Hell's Kitchen?
I'll admit, the first two
days I was here were rough.
And yeah, I will
admit that I thought
about quitting, absolutely.
But now that I'm in here
doing it, I'm learning a lot,
and I know I can get stronger.
Colleen, so why do
you think you should
stay inside Hell's Kitchen?
Because I work hard, and
I am still learning, Chef.
And I admire what you're
teaching me, Chef,
and I not done learning, Chef.
Seth?
Yes, Chef?
Why do honestly think you
should stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Although I'm
not as experienced
as the rest of these guys,
I definitely, I think,
have the biggest heart here, and
the most passion to want this.
And I absolutely
think that I could
still be the victor of this
competition outright, Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Thank you.
SETH: Yes.
Chef.
Ben?
Every time I come
into the kitchen,
I give it everything
I have, whether it
be to help pull
the team together,
work my station
fast and accurate,
follow direction, and
simply try and motivate
everyone of my team every
single day I come in.
GORDON RAMSAY: Here's the
thing, you move too fast
for your own good,
and you're running
around like a f*cking rhinoceros
all day long, but achieve zero.
Yes Chef.
My decision is Ben,
get back in line.
Yes Chef.
[whispering]
The person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is Seth.
Take your jacket off.
Lets go.
I can't go any further
with you, big boy.
Yes Chef.
It's been a pleasure.
SETH: My abilities and
my skills definitely
was what lagged behind, not
my confidence, not my passion,
not my love for food.
You know what, Chef Ramsay
decided that it was my turn
to go home, so I hope he
welcomes the competition in New
York when I open my restaurant.
Now tomorrow is a new day.
Lacey?
Yes Chef?
You're now on the men's team.
Yes Chef.
Oh my god, we got rid
of some dead weight,
and now we've picked up
more pounds of dead weight.
Now all of you,
f*ck off with you.
Yes Chef.
Wow!
Boy, how did we get so lucky?
Not only are we rid of her,
but they're stuck with her.
Thank you, Chef
Ramsay, for that.
Thank you!
And the b*tches rejoice,
they have no more Lacey.
I would love for the
red team to find out
that I was not their problem.
And now that I am
on the blue team,
it's just more motivation
for me to whup their ass.
For the people on my team
to even consider putting me
in the same category as f*cking
Seth, Colleen, and lazy Lacey--
it's very apparent that slowly
but surely, this thing is
becoming a personal endeavor.
GORDON RAMSAY:
Seth showed that he
had all the passion
in the world,
but the bottom line
is, he's a crap cook.
NARRATOR: Next time
on "Hell's Kitchen."
I'm going to go home.
NARRATOR: One chef gives up
on her dream of being head
chef at Borgata, Atlantic City.
Stop saying you're going home.
We don't plan on f*cking losing.
NARRATOR: The chefs
talk the talk.
I personally will
kick her in the ass
if I think she needs it.
NARRATOR: But can
they walk the walk?
We have a--
- You don't know what it is?
- Uh--
- Dude.
- Dude.
NARRATOR: At dinner service--
No entrees have
left this kitchen.
Nothing's gone out!
NARRATOR: Andrea falls apart.
- You're f*cking up big time.
- Yes Chef.
And I'm getting
really pissed off,
because nothing's happening.
I'm screwed.
NARRATOR: Robert gets
backed into a corner.
Come here, you.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to do the
best I can for you.
Chef Ramsay kicked his ass.
NARRATOR: But comes
back swinging.
He touched a nerve with me.
NARRATOR: Who will
get the final word?
If you've got any comeback,
I'd do it now if I was you.
NARRATOR: Find out next time.
Chef Ramsay!
NARRATOR: On an
episode full of--
Kiss my ass!
NARRATOR: --big surprises.
It's a "Hell's Kitchen"
you have to see to believe.
05x04 - 13 Chefs Compete
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Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.
Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.