04x02 - 14 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Previously on Hell's

Kitchen, aspiring chefs--

Hell, yeah, baby.

NARRATOR: --came face to face

with a slightly different Chef

Ramsay and didn't even know it.

I'm the black Gordon Ramsay.

NARRATOR: After making a

poor first impression--

Get in there--

NARRATOR: --they got

a second chance--

GORDON RAMSAY: What is that?

Hen in a pumpkin.

I'd like to stick your

head in there, you know that?

Plain, blonde, and boring.

NARRATOR: --but blew it.

GORDON RAMSAY: [spitting]

NARRATOR: At dinner service--

What are the five entrees?

NARRATOR: --the men

didn't know the menu.

Uh--

Uh--

What?

NARRATOR: And neither team

had much success cooking it.

[inaudible] some food?

Dominate.

NARRATOR: In the red kitchen--

- Who cooked this?

NARRATOR: --Corey struck

out with her chicken.

It's rubber!

NARRATOR: And it wasn't

pretty for Sharon, either.

Enough's enough.

f*ck off and go and put

some more make up on.

NARRATOR: In the blue kitchen--

Is anyone going

to take control?

NARRATOR: --Bobby

deserted his team.

I don't want to jump in.

You don't need

eight sets of hands.

Useless f*cking--

NARRATOR: And Jason did

more eating than cooking.

Let me know when you're done.

I'll get you dessert.

NARRATOR: By the time the

entrees were ready to serve--

They're all leaving, Chef.

NARRATOR: --there was

no one left to eat them.

Look out there!

NARRATOR: Louross had to

nominate two of his teammates

for elimination.

And while the blue team

made a recommendation--

Bobby.

Yeah, no sh*t.

I hope he gets a

foot so far up his ass

he can taste it in the morning.

NARRATOR: --Chef Ramsay

had the last word.

Dominic, take off your jacket

and leave Hell's Kitchen.

Bobby, you threw the towel in.

Jason, you dodged

the b*llet, big boy.

NARRATOR: Tonight,

the quest to become

the executive chef at Gordon

Ramsay's new LA restaurant

continues.

[theme music playing]

And now, the continuation

of Hell's Kitchen.

[suspenseful music playing]

I feel bad Dominic picked.

I didn't think he was

going to get picked.

Dude, I seen it coming.

I'll be honest.

The whole time I was

standing there, I was like,

they're either going to

call me up or eliminate him

I had a feeling you

were getting another sh*t.

- I was trying to lay back.

- You done taking it easy?

Yeah.

It's on.

I dodged a b*llet tonight.

You know, I had this

laid back approach,

but it's going to

be a new Bobby.

You know?

The four star general

gots to come out now.

That was so intense.

I had fun getting yelled

at every three minutes.

I didn't realize what

I was getting into.

I took a b*ating tonight.

That ain't happening

next time if I

have any say so whatsoever.

I don't lose to f*cking

girls, especially

a bunch of young little kids.

It ain't happening again.

So I vote we f*cking k*ll it.

We've already said

the b*tches are

in the f*cking next kitchen,

so let's f*cking prove it.

We b*at the boys,

which is great.

Seems like the

guys needed to cut

some of the dead weight anyways,

and they had a lot of choices.

NARRATOR: After a

disastrous dinner service,

all the aspiring chefs

want is a little sleep.

And that's exactly what

they're going to get.

[music playing]

Let's go everybody!

Wake up!

Let's get downstairs!

The bullhorns started,

then he started yelling.

Right now.

Come on.

Move!

Un-f*cking-pleasant,

I'll tell you that.

- Move!

- Come on, get up!

Get out of bed!

Let's go!

Let's go.

Get dressed.

Get downstairs now!

Go!

Come on!

Go!

Go, go, go!

Come on!

- Good morning.

- Morning, Chef.

- Morning, Chef.

- Good morning, Chef.

Bright and breezy, yes?

Yes, Chef.

With everything

we wasted last night

on service, any restaurant

would have gone out of business.

You have to understand what you

put in the trash last night.

Hey, guys, hup!

[whistles]

I've never seen so much

fantastic produce wasted.

Now, every rubber

chicken breast,

every overcooked risotto,

every rock-hard potato

you binned last night,

get it out and put it back

in the cylinder.

Move.

We're playing in

f*cking garbage.

This is going to suck.

Look at it all.

Come on, guys.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's

lesson about waste

is one our aspiring chefs

find a little unsettling.

People were flopping around

in it in their bare feet.

Just disgusting.

Butt cracks all showing

and just ugh! it was nasty.

[retching]

It's only food,

Jenn, you know?

Look at the waste.

We found all kinds

of food in that trash.

I mean, excellent cuts

of beef, scallops.

It was all expensive food.

It's a shame we had to waste

all that food last night.

Sharon, don't

smudge your makeup.

Disgusting!

GORDON RAMSAY: OK.

Get on the stairs, all of you.

Now!

You should be ashamed

of yourselves.

We're not talking about a

couple of hundred dollars.

We're in for thousands

of dollars there,

carelessly just put

in the trash, just--

No one gives a f*ck.

You all better

start giving a damn.

Now, go and get showers

and meet me in the kitchen.

You stink.

NARRATOR: Now the chefs

are about to learn

that waste can happen before

the cooking even begins.

We clearly understand what

it's like to waste produce.

Now I'm going to show you

how to maximize on it.

The challenge today-- halibut.

One of the most sought

after, delicious fish today.

Watch carefully.

Razor sharp Kn*fe--

NARRATOR: Chef

Ramsay demonstrates

how to properly prep halibut.

One fillet done.

Skin off.

NARRATOR: Lastly, chef Ramsay

cuts the halibut into

perfect six ounce portions.

There we go.

The team with the

most perfect ounce

portions-- to my

standards-- wins.

Scott and Gloria, bring

in the halibut, please.

Are we ready?

Yes, Chef.

minutes starting from now.

Come on.

NARRATOR: Each team

will have minutes

to properly prepare

as many six ounce

portions of halibut as possible.

- Come on.

Come on, guys.

NARRATOR: On the blue team,

catering director Petrozza

takes the lead on filleting.

Make love to it, Petrizzi.

Make love to that fish, man.

As long as I'm around

here, I'm going

to be that loud mouth little boy

that's just going to be like,

"Come on, make that

sh*t look sexy."

Let's make love to the fish.

Come on.

- Beautiful thing.

They've already

got one fillet up.

Don't get nervous and rush.

You've got minutes.

Chef Ramsay has

chosen this challenge

because not only does it

stress attention to detail,

but teamwork as well.

Take this tail

from here to here.

I'm just trying to

get the bone right here.

I got it, I got it.

- You got it?

I got it.

Just let me get this

bone and I'm good.

You talk to somebody and

they're confident about doing

a project, you know, you've got

to put a little faith in them.

Ten minutes gone,

ten minutes to go.

Just cleaning it up.

That's money in the bank.

Guys, done.

Done.

NARRATOR: The men have

finished with plenty of time

to spare while the women

continue at their own pace.

Don't worry about

them being done.

We have plenty of time

I was getting nervous because

the guys were finished.

My hands were shaking.

I was just like, "OK, let me cut

this right and not cut myself."

Slow down.

We've got time.

Take your time.

Sharon, she just don't

know what she's doing,

so she needs a lot of coaching.

Trim that up.

Trim that up.

Team redemption right there.

GORDON RAMSAY: Last minute.

Let's go.

Come on, ladies.

Let's go.

Let's go.

You know what a six

ounce feels like, right?

- [inaudible]

- OK.

Six ounces.

- Good job, blue team, good job.

- Come on, Sharon.

You've got this.

- Five, four, three--

- OK, guys.

--two, one.

And stop.

Ladies first.

Intact, whole, nice.

[bell dings]

No bone, no bloodline.

Good.

[bell dings]

Gashed.

Gashed.

Beautiful.

[bell dings]

Beautiful.

NARRATOR: Although

the women took

longer to filet the halibut.

It appears as though taking

their time might be paying off.

In.

[bell dings]

In.

[bell dings]

In.

[bell dings]

Not bad.

ALL: Thank you, Chef.

Good job, girls.

Good job.

OK.

Craig.

Let's go.

How many, Bobby?

I say , Chef.

.

You need to win, each

absolutely beautiful.

In.

[bell dings]

Ugh.

Like a f*cking chain of sushi.

Who's doing this?

Who's butchering it?

I believe who ripped the

fish actually was Jason.

Beautiful.

[bell dings]

It's like it's been chewed up.

Aw, man.

Come on.

Who's been eating this?

Who did that?

Look at it!

You finished early.

You clearly rushed it.

We thought we had

portions in there.

By the numbers, it looked

like we had an edge.

And you know what?

We did have an edge

by the numbers.

What b*at us down

was inconsistency

in the quality of the fillets.

Beautiful.

[bell dings]

That's nice.

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

NARRATOR: Despite mangling

several portions earlier,

the men's numbers are

starting to add up.

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

MEN: .

GORDON RAMSAY: In.

[bell dings]

We have a tie.

NARRATOR: For the

first time ever

in the history of

Hell's Kitchen,

a challenge has ended in a tie.

Now, I want each team to

decide one individual to come

up to the front of

this table and select

a ounce portion of halibut.

The team with the closest to

ounces wins the challenge.

Decide, let's go.

[interposing voices]

Corey, Corey.

When I tell you six ounces, you

f*cking mark it on the spot.

Who's coming

from the blue team?

Ben.

Big Ben, Big Ben.

Big Ben.

I've portioned a lot of fish.

When he said, who

wants to be chosen?

I was like, it's me.

Put me in the game.

Who's coming

from the red team?

WOMEN: Corey.

All right, Corey, let's go.

Before I was about

to choose the fish,

I felt like I was going

to have a heart att*ck.

First time ever in Hell's

Kitchen, a tie breaker.

Now, I need a winner.

Can you pick me a

six ounce fillet?

Try, Chef.

Can you pick me

a six ounce fillet?

I will, Chef.

[cheering]

Both of you--

both of you pick up your fillet.

Come on, Big Ben.

[suspenseful music playing]

GORDON RAMSAY: Ben.

Sir.

Fillet from the blue

team on the scales.

[suspenseful music plays]

. ounce.

[blue team cheers]

You know, there

ain't no way in hell

that them girls will weigh

a perfect six ounce piece.

Wait, wait.

Guys, wait.

She still has to do hers.

Corey.

My team chose me

to make the decision

because I did an awesome

job portioning the fish.

Every fillet that I did

I know was six ounces.

[suspenseful music plays]

GORDON RAMSAY: . ounce.

[blue team cheers]

I'm sorry, guys.

I'm sorry.

[cheering continue]

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I felt more embarrassed

than anybody because I was

the one that chose the fish.

It sucks so bad.

Like, it's just depressing.

And we're all already,

like, so tired.

You know?

That sucks.

How hard can it be to at

least get close to six ounces,

because it is really

not that hard.

And it's like--

that pissed me off.

I don't know what we were

thinking in picking her.

Ladies, I explained

that you did not

want to lose this challenge

today You'll now be prepping

all of the halibut, making all

the fish stock for the service

and maximizing on every portion.

Gentlemen, we will

be over-indulging.

All of you will be joining

me on a -foot super yacht.

[blue team cheering]

Now, your Rolls-Royce and your

Bentleys are awaiting you.

Go and get dressed.

[blue team cheering]

Make sure everybody

looks, you know, good.

Casual, but looks good.

This is OK?

[laughing]

I'm ready.

Let's go.

I'm ready.

That guy is crazy.

[inaudible]

The boys came all

freshly from their shower

to go on their yacht.

[inaudible] Make it fly.

Make it fly.

Bye!

They started slamming

their f*cking cleavers down,

spraying us with

f*cking lobster juice.

You know, I have pretty

expensive cologne on.

Whose house?

Our house!

Whose house?

Our house!

Shut up.

Jen was like, "Whose house?"

And, you know, they were like,

"Our house!" and I'm like,

you can keep your f*cking

house, because we're

going to the ocean, b*tches.

Yeah!

Oh my god

I've never been in a

Rolls-Royce I [inaudible]

looked in the window of one.

It was definitely cool.

GORDON RAMSAY: Gentlemen,

welcome to your day

of decadence.

[men cheering]

I'd never been on any

kind of boat in my life.

The only boat I got near

to was the Love Boat on TV.

Take a seat.

Enjoy.

The lobster

lunch blew me away.

It was phenomenal.

GORDON RAMSAY: Excellent.

You've got the best of the best.

Congratulations.

Well done.

Halibut.

Well done.

Let's get some caviar, shall we?

J.P.

I look around, it

was Jean-Philippe.

He's rocking this navy blue

suit and, like, a little scarf.

He looked prestiged.

GORDON RAMSAY: What do you

think the girls are doing?

NARRATOR: While the men enjoy

their reward on the high seas,

back in Hell's Kitchen

the women's punishment

has them feeling pretty low.

For the record, I called it.

I said that damn

fillet was too little.

It's not Corey's fault. It's

all of our fault. We're a team.

Sure.

Jenn said that

nope, she pretty

much thought it was my fault. I

lost the competition for them.

Don't f*cking call me out

in front of everybody.

It just makes her look stupid.

So I think her personality is

just to kind of blame others.

You get the hell up

out of this kitchen, boy.

Corey, she has a small brain.

She knows she messed up.

And now I'm covered in fish

guts and stink and funk

Damn.

GORDON RAMSAY: To the Blue Team.

. .

Don't lose a challenge.

Next service, you've

got to att*ck it.

It was pretty cool

we get to talk to Chef.

I mean, he's at the top

of his game right now.

He's a pinnacle.

Who's yacht?

Blue's yacht!

NARRATOR: A new day

dawns in Hell's Kitchen,

and with it the

chance for both teams

to put their determination

and knowledge to the test.

Corey, [inaudible].

You're mixing up recipes.

Put that into that

machine, yeah?

Yeah.

Then add the Tabasco, the

lemon juice, the glucose.

[buzz]

Our team has a problem

right now just for Sharon.

It puts us at a really

big disadvantage.

Sorry for bugging

you, Cor, but I

never made this sh*t before.

LOUROSS: Fellas,

how are we feeling?

- Good, man.

- Good.

I'm good.

I am very confident

that we're going to win.

We're all very serious,

we're all closer,

we're all communicating.

Yes, we need mascarpone

for the risotto, too.

That's OK.

He just said we can get more if

we need it, so don't sweat it.

I don't think the girls have

a clue what they're doing.

But what do you expect?

Without a man over there

to lead them, of course.

Classic vinaigrette,

the formula

is one to one ratio champagne

vinegar to EVOO, salt, pepper.

Christina is a know it all.

Her brain is big and filled,

but her mind is so weak.

Oh!

Coming around hot.

Heavy.

A room full of girls.

I mean, that's useless,

unless-- what are they having,

a Tupperware party over there?

Let's go

Yes, Chef.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

How are we?

ALL: Good, Chef.

Good.

OK.

Before we start, Petrozza.

Yes.

The menu.

Five appetizers.

What are they?

The appetizers?

Caesar salad with

fresh anchovies

and seared tuna, the

um, the, um, the, um,

- Stop.

- Yes.

Stop.

Yes.

Do me a favor--

get out.

OK.

Hey, look at me.

Upstairs and read

that f*cking menu.

And listen.

Your station--

Yes?

--stands unmanned until you

get your f*cking sh*t together.

OK.

ALL: Hurry up.

Is it really too much to

know the menu inside out,

eat, drink, sleep breathe it?

I've got , dishes

between my ears.

Pathetic!

First night's service,

it was horrific.

It was miserable, and I've

never seen Jean-Philippe

take such a battering.

Tonight, one from the ladies'

team, one from the men's team,

is going out there to be

an assistant Maitre d'.

OK.

Men's team Maitre

d' assistant deputy.

Craig, you're working

front of the house, yeah?

You've got the gift of the gab.

Yes, Chef.

Yeah.

Ladies,

Yes, Chef.

Rosann.

Yes, Chef.

Tonight you're going to

be handling customers.

OK, Chef.

Let's go.

Tough day, tough start.

It just hasn't been

sinking in properly.

It's probably been

years since I've had

to go by somebody else's menu.

Just not used to

studying, period.

It was really bothering me.

Petrozza, you,

in the store room.

Do you think we're here for a

f*cking joke-- close the door.

Please, out.

- I'm leaving, Chef.

Good.

Thank you.

What is this, a f*cking--

What is this, Comedy Central?

- No, sir.

You're now on the

verge of making me look

stupid now, do you understand?

From the desserts

up, what are they?

All right.

The valrhona chocolate,

and the valrhona chocolate

and black cherry sorbet.

There is no black

cherry sorbet.

There's no black cherry--

there's some in-- the

black, the black--

It is a f*cking

valrhona chocolate

fondant with black cherries.

OK.

Upstairs and start again.

- OK.

- Quick!

Let's go!

- OK.

- Can you hurry up?

- Yes.

Yes, Chef.

You think that you're

strong, you think that you're

bulletproof, but nah.

Not here.

I'm done.

I'm done.

I'm done.

In the words of Chef

Ramsay, f*ck me!

I'm done.

I'm done.

- It's OK.

- I'm done.

- No, no, no.

Come on, come on.

Put it down.

- No, I'm done, man.

- Chef wants you.

Chef wants you.

He's right out there.

It's OK.

Come on, let's go.

Get it together.

Pull your jacket.

Come on, let's go.

You're all right.

Take a couple breaths.

It's cool.

It's cool.

Stay right there.

- I'm f*cking done, man.

- No.

Stay there.

You're cool.

I'm done.

With Chef spending

this much time with you--

here, wipe your f*cking eyes.

Here, this is And thing.

Here.

- I'm good.

Wipe your f*cking eyes.

Patrozza, you know, I like him.

For some special

reason, you know,

because he has a

genuine heart, you know?

I felt him, you know?

He likes you.

I told you last night, he

has some strange reason

he likes you.

- I was feeling defeated.

I was a shell of a man, but

I am going to press on hard

and give every single

thing I've got.

GORDON RAMSAY: OK.

Right.

[inaudible] Sing to me.

The grilled filet mignon.

The [inaudible] of lamb.

The chicken, and the

[inaudible] of salmon.

Now get in the

f*cking kitchen.

You're on the meat station

And work my f*cking balls off.

Jean-Philippe, open the doors

to Hell's Kitchen, please.

Let's go.

Yes, Chef.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: Tonight as Hell's

Kitchen opens for the second

time, Jean-Philippe will be

assisted in the dining room

by Craig from the Blue Team--

Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

Hi, my name is Craig, I'll

be your server tonight.

NARRATOR: --and Rosann

from the Red Team.

I need some orders.

He's going to explode.

He's going to explode

in two seconds.

Oh, my god.

Thank you, Chef Craig.

On order, four

covers, table six.

Two crab, a risotto,

one scallops.

Entrees, one lamb,

one beef, two halibut.

ALL: Yes, Chef.

- I want it louder.

I want to hear this

brigade perform tonight.

ALL: Yes, Chef!

- Thank you.

Let's go.

LOUROSS: You ready?

I'm I'm Ready

Good service, too smooth

for the groove, right?

- You're g*dd*mn right.

- Let's go.

NARRATOR: While the men get to

work on their first tickets,

the women have yet to

receive an order from--

GORDON RAMSAY: Rosann.

Come here, madam.

Right now.

We're now minutes in,

two tickets in the blue,

nothing in the ladies.

Move your ass.

Yes, sir, Chef.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: While the

women wait, the men

are already sending

appetizers to the pass

for Chef Ramsay's approval.

Guys, come here a minute.

Bobby, now.

- Yes, Chef.

Come here.

Is that the best we can do to

fry an egg in Hell's Kitchen?

- No.

- No, Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY:

Look at that there.

Come on, Bobby.

NARRATOR: Bobby is

on the appetizers,

but to get the scallops out,

he will have to rely on Jason,

who is on the fish station.

Come on, guys.

You guys are k*lling me.

[interposing voices]

Bobby, I'm going

to fire the scallops.

I'm f*ring the

scallops right now.

[interposing voices]

Did you take the

scallops already?

Don't fire any scallops.

If I don't say fire scallops--

I didn't fire scallops.

Well, I don't know.

They just magically appeared.

Don't fire scallops

if you here me say--

You put those over

there five minutes ago.

- Gentlemen, let's not argue.

- You had to cook them.

You had to cook them.

If I don't say fire scallops,

don't fire scallops.

Stop arguing, man.

I can't f*cking concentrate.

You just cook.

Don't you worry about us.

You cook.

Bobby tells me to f*cking

fire his scallops for him.

I hand him his

scallops, and then

he don't want them, because he's

too busy f*cking breaking eggs.

And then he tries to

blame me for sh*t.

[inaudible] I'm going to give

you these eggs the last time.

Please assemble them right.

You guys are breaking

these f*cking eggs.

Chef, order up.

On order, ladies, concentrate.

First order.

Four covers, table four.

[inaudible] one risotto, one

scallop, two Caesar salad.

Entree, one halibut,

one chicken, two beef.

One beef medium-well,

one beef normal.

Yes, Chef!

GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go.

NARRATOR: minutes Into

dinner service and the women

finally get to work

on their first order.

In the blue kitchen, the men's

second attempt at appetizers

has met with Chef

Ramsay's approval--

GORDON RAMSAY: Service please.

Wake-- come on, you.

Wake up, you.

NARRATOR: --and making their

way out to the dining room.

Risotto.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: Fortunately,

it's worth the wait.

I really like the scallops.

Scallops.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

none of the red diners

have received their

appetizers, but at least

someone is enjoying the food.

Oh, god, that's great.

Whoa.

Stick it in your mouth.

That's great.

That's annoying.

Christina is a lot of talk and

not really a lot of, you know,

show.

That's one way to learn

this menu, I tell you what.

Her voice gets under

my skin, and I just--

I have to tune her

out and keep going.

Guys, risottos up.

Two risottos.

One on the fly.

GORDON RAMSAY: Where's the

anchovies for the Caesar salad?

- No anchovy for this.

- No anchovy.

Good.

Service, please.

Table .

Corey, very nice, that risotto.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

I know that I have

the leadership skills,

and I was honestly, like,

super impressed with myself.

What a difference

from the last service.

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: After a

slow start, the women

are hitting their stride.

But over in the blue kitchen,

the men have served all

of their appetizers

and are now looking

to get ahead with entrees.

- Halibut, where is it?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

Let's go.

Even from here, Jason--

Yes?

--it looks raw.

I don't think it's

[inaudible] Chef.

That's undercooked.

It's a little more

raw that you want it.

Yes, Chef.

- A little-- OK.

OK.

f*ck off.

Come here, you, come here.

- No, no, I got it.

Just shut up.

Just touch that, because you

all think I'm picking on him.

Let's go.

No, I don't think

you're picking on me.

It's stone cold and it's raw.

I get pissed off when

people don't get the food out,

you know?

I mean, we can

pretty much bend over

and kiss our asses goodbye.

Have you got thin

pieces of halibut?

[inaudible]

Yes.

So they won't take seven

minutes then, [inaudible]..

- OK.

- I'm trying to help you.

Yes, I understand.

They're ready, you're not.

OK.

Where's the beef?

Here you go, chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: It's

not even f*cking hot.

Come here, Petrozza.

Here we f*cking go.

Touch that.

You, touch that.

Please touch that.

Touch, touch, touch, touch.

It's rare.

It's rare.

It needs more fire.

sh*t!

sh*t!

Let's go, guys.

Keep going!

To on, let's go!

Put it in.

What was the request?

What was the request?

What did I ask for?

You asked for medium.

You know it's undercooked.

You still served it.

It

There's the medium--

[interposing voices]

That's what hurts.

The next one on the

list is medium rare.

I'm sorry, Chef.

I gave you the wrong one.

NARRATOR: It's now up to

assistant Maitre d' Craig

to keep the diners happy.

Ow!

OK.

I've got a problem.

You took a chair--

Yeah.

You took a chair.

You hit this lady--

- I'm going to go--

I'm going to go back--

You hit this lady

with the chair.

You are going to apologize.

Miss, I'm sorry.

Did the chair hit you?

- Yes.

It's OK.

- I'm sorry.

- It's no big deal.

- I'm sorry.

- I survived.

- I'm really sorry.

I don't-- I'm not

a violent person.

I don't try to hit people.

NARRATOR: While Craig does

a little damage control

in the dining room, Chef

Ramsay looks to the red kitchen

to get out entrees.

Two salmon, one

beef, one Wellington.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sharon?

You've got raw meat

against cooked meat.

Man!

GORDON RAMSAY: Gently, Sharon.

Yes, Chef.

Every time Sharon screws up,

if I have fish on that ticket,

then I screw up.

I need to re-fire those salmon.

Sharon, how many minutes do

you need for those two salmon?

One minute.

One minute?

One minute only.

- Where's the fish?

Coming up.

In pan right now.

Two minutes, Chef.

NARRATOR: In Chef Ramsay's

kitchen, every dish on a table

must be sent out together.

If one item is not ready, the

whole ticket must be remade.

You and you are putting

the kitchen in the sh*t.

Yes, Chef.

Can you move and

wake up a bit, please?

ALL: Yes, Chef.

You're both pissing around

like a pair of Barbie twins.

Sharon, you're scaring me.

You look like a female version

of f*cking Hannibal Lector.

Put your f*cking tongue

in and concentrate.

Yes, Chef.

Hannibal!

NARRATOR: While Sharon and

Kristina discover that blondes

don't always have

more fun, Chef Ramsay

is ready for the

blue team's entrees.

Where's the lamb?

The land is right here--

[interposing voices]

Cut the f*cking thing, then!

Right in half?

Oh, come on.

f*cking hell!

Top and bottom it, yes?

That lamb is beautifully cooked.

Thank you, Chef.

Don't piss your pants.

It's been years since

I've cooked on the line.

That was very nice

of Chef Ramsay

to compliment me on that.

You know?

That was nice.

Service, please.

NARRATOR: Finally, the entrees

are leaving the blue kitchen--

Halibut for you, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The sauce is really nice.

It's delicious.

NARRATOR: --and the red kitchen.

GORDON RAMSAY: Service.

We Off you go, big boy.

Let's go.

The chicken is delicious.

Where's this just come from?

Who just put that

ticket on there?

I just brought

this up to the--

What?

It came on nearly an hour ago.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

To be perfectly

honest with you, Chef,

I have a line of

tickets waiting for you,

and I don't want to

bombard you all at once

and give them to you.

What?

I didn't know

it was this hard.

This is really difficult.

That-- What time was the

table written first time around?

They've been here for two hours,

Chef, to be perfectly honest.

- What?

- Yes, Chef.

Everything you've

touched, you've f*cked.

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: While Rosann tries

to get her act together,

Chef Ramsay has a simple

question for the men.

Where's the beef?

I've got one beef

right here, Chef.

Where's the other beef?

Where's the beef?

You got a halibut yet?

I have the beef.

[inaudible] one beef, Chef.

You, come here.

You, come here.

Yeah?

So, can I have two beef, one

halibut, one f*cking John Dory,

and can we have it together?

- Yes.

- How long?

How would How would you

like those beefs cooked?

Oh my god.

One medium-well, one normal.

I asked for two beef--

OK.

--one halibut, one

f*cking John Dory!

There's one, so

you need one more.

I want them together.

- OK.

I want you to communicate

with each other.

OK.

And you're not!

Just let me know

what's going on, please.

f*ck me.

Let me know what's going on.

You guys gotta start

communicating, guys.

- f*cking unbelievable.

- Come on!

Let us do it.

Petrozza, how long?

Ready on the

medium-well when you are.

Why are we fighting?

Everybody just calm

down and focus.

I think there was a

lot of communication

problems between everybody.

I mean, everybody's yelling--

it's just chaos.

Oh, wow.

Oh, wow!

NARRATOR: As a lack

of communication

brings the blue kitchen

to a standstill,

Chef Ramsay turns

to the red kitchen

with a familiar question.

Where's the beef?

Sorry, Chef.

Two salmon, one

beef, one Wellington.

Unbelievable.

What have you asked Christina?

No, I didn't.

I did earlier.

I thought it was coming.

She just yelled it

was coming so I--

You're not really

a chef, are you?

You're just a showgirl

with the big feather

coming out your ass.

Watch, he's going to

set this place on fire.

What the f*ck are

you trying to do?

Can't f*cking win in here,

so you set the place on fire?

No, [inaudible]

Is that your little motive?

No, not at all, Chef.

I've never seen such

f*cking flames for gnocchi.

Sorry, Chef.

Won't happen again.

This is raw.

OK we will do

another one for you.

Oh, f*ck off.

That's table , Chef.

This is not cooked.

Blue.

Come here, you.

All of you, come here.

You've stopped.

You've given up.

You're setting

the place on fire,

and you're sending me raw fish.

It's f*cking cold.

It's f*cking raw.

It's not mine.

It's not mine?

How dare you?

It's just come back

from the table.

Oh, OK.

Shut it down!

Get the f*ckers out!

NARRATOR: After another

disappointing dinner service,

Chef Ramsay gets

right to the point.

Bang.

Meltdown Pathetic.

Really pathetic.

I studied the comment cards.

The losing team are the ladies.

The guys sent half

of your entrees.

Not brilliant, but a damn

sight better than the women.

The best of the worst--

Corey.

You woke up finally.

There's something in there.

Corey, very nice, that risotto.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank God for that.

Go back to the dorms and

think of two of your team

up for elimination.

I don't think it's

going to be difficult.

I love being best of the worst.

You know, it's not like

that's the greatest title,

but it's something, and

I'll take it for now.

I mean, I know Sharon is

one of the people going up.

Who else would

there be to put up

in our group, besides Sharon?

I doubt if she put Chris up.

The main person that

sparked my attention,

who I'm always worried

about, is Sharon, AKA Barbie.

She has been able to execute

nothing property yet.

She's not ready to

stump with the big dogs.

But I don't know if

she will put Sharon up,

even though I say Sharon

is the weakest link,

because, you know,

they're the makeup queens,

and they was buddy-buddy like

a little bit in the beginning.

So maybe she don't want to

put her up for that reason,

you know?

Right.

I wouldn't be surprised

she put me up or not.

I feel a little nervous because

somebody is going home tonight.

It could be anybody, but I'm

just trying to be positive

and hopefully telling

myself it won't be me.

I think the people that are

going to be up there tonight,

I don't think Vanessa

will be up there.

I don't think Shayna

will be up there.

That depends.

Depends on what her strategy is.

Everybody's wanting

to kiss your ass now?

Well, I'm actually really

surprised that no one has

come up to me and had the balls

to f*cking try to convince

me to keep them here, because

you f*cking want to go home,

dude?

No problems sending you home.

You're going to take

out the best, aren't you?

I am the best.

[suspenseful music playing]

Corey, have you

made your decision?

Yes, Chef, I have.

A tough one?

Not at all, Chef.

First nominee and why, please.

My first nominee for

strategic reasons is Christina.

Christina.

She treats me

like a dumb blonde.

If she was really

that smart, she

might want to take a deeper look

and actually look inside me,

past my appearances, and examine

what I have inside of me.

Second nominee and why?

My second nominee for

personal reasons is Jen.

Jen.

[inaudible] f*ck me.

I've chosen Jen

because she distracts

me from doing my job perfectly.

We're working in

a serious kitchen.

We're here to win

a serious prize.

I want her out.

OK.

The gloves are off.

Christina, Jen,

step forward please.

Christina--

Yes, Chef.

Why should you stay in

Hell's Kitchen, seriously?

-

Seriously Seriously, I

should say Hell's Kitchen

because I am intelligent, Chef.

Because if I am condescending

someone, being Corey,

she needs to come tell me.

It's not something I do

to her to be personal.

I will get better, and

I will fight for it.

That's why I should stay.

Thank you.

Jen, why should you

stay in Hell's Kitchen?

It is unfortunate for me

that you don't get to see what

goes on when we do prep, Chef.

I'm a beast back there.

I know what I'm doing.

I work hard, and

I get my food out.

I maximize-- two separate ice

creams, and cook them, the star

anise, and the milk ice cream--

I maximize on the time

that I have, Chef.

I got four pans of

crab [inaudible]..

Goose necks to skillets to--

I deserve to be here.

I'm sorry I'm going to

shorten it up, Chef.

There is a lot of

stuff that you don't

know- I've worked in Belgium.

There's so much creative

stuff that I can-- and I just

really ask that you give me

the opportunity to show you,

Chef, that this is

not the end for me.

It's really not.

Breathe.

I'm breathing, Chef.

Might I say one more

quick thing, Chef?

f*ck me.

All right.

Before I make my

decision, there's

something I'd like to say.

This is one of the most

important prizes ever.

An executive chef's position

in my own restaurant.

I am not just going to

give this job to someone

that I do not believe in.

And there's someone here

that I just don't believe in.

So the person leaving

Hell's Kitchen is Sharon.

Come here.

Get back in line you two.

Two services, you haven't

convinced me that you can cook.

Take off your jacket and

leave Hell's Kitchen, please.

I don't think Gordon

liked me from the start.

He just had the

wrong image of me.

But I'm not going to

change anything about me,

I'm not going to

give up on my dream.

I'll have my own

restaurant one day.

I'm a chef right

now for a reason.

I'm not going to give up.

GORDON RAMSAY: Corey.

Yes, Chef.

I appreciate your strategy,

but I have a conscience.

And in good conscience

I could not keep Sharon.

Tomorrow's another

day, a fresh start.

Climb the ladder.

Put another foot on there.

Move forward and improve.

Good night.

- Good night, Chef.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Hell, yes!

Jen is still in the building.

And you know what?

I'm glad Corey did that trick.

That right there woke me up.

This ain't no game.

This ain't no joke.

This is crunch time.

The gloves are off.

I feel like I was

betrayed by my teammate.

I think that f*cking sucks.

I am absolutely gunning

for Corey right now.

- Gentlemen--

- Yes, Chef.

Good night.

Good night.

Elimination this

was a dangerous game.

Anything can happen

in Hell's Kitchen.

Hands down, we've got

the advantage right now.

GORDON RAMSAY:

Sharon clearly showed

great attention to detail.

Unfortunately, it

wasn't for her cooking.

It was for her makeup.

NARRATOR: Next time

on Hell's Kitchen.

She ain't getting rid of me!

NARRATOR: Corey's

nominations lead

to all out w*r on the Red Team.

But you said it was

vindictive and hateful.

Corey, she is a dumb blonde.

NARRATOR: But the women are

in agreement on one matter--

Anybody want to

come in the hot tub?

NARRATOR: --using their womanly

charm to bring down the men.

We're not here

to play grab ass.

That just ain't cool.

NARRATOR: At dinner--

Shut the f*ck up, man.

NARRATOR: --the men's

feuding continues.

Don't tell me to

shut the f*ck up.

I'll knock you out.

NARRATOR: The women fall apart.

GORDON RAMSAY: It's raw!

I can't believe

you've done this.

NARRATOR: And for some of the

chefs, the stress is too much.

This is all I know how to do.

Do you want to go home?

Yeah.

I'm done.

NARRATOR: If things

weren't bad enough--

GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, no.

Watch yourself.

GORDON RAMSAY: Don't burn

the f*cking kitchen down.

Stand back!

Stand back!

NARRATOR: It's stressful.

f*ck off!

NARRATOR: It's dangerous.

Get out!

NARRATOR: It's just another

day in Hell's Kitchen.