04x05 - 11 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

We're rolling now.

God damn it, come on.

What are you doing, Craig?

Why you stalling, man?

Ladies, well done.

NARRATOR: The women won

the pasta challenge,

and the men knew

just who to blame.

Every challenge, we always

have an issue with Craig.

You got this f*cking

cockiness about you.

- No, I'm not cocky at all.

- Yes, you are.

Trust me, you are.

NARRATOR: Then at

dinner service.

I'm not asking for a perfect

service, I'm telling you.

NARRATOR: Matt

crashed and b*rned.

They're like ice hockey pucks.

f*cking get out!

NARRATOR: Craig

dared to talk back.

Turn it off right now.

f*cking listen.

Then do it.

NARRATOR: And Ben celebrated

a little too soon.

Six tables entrees to go.

They've got two tables to go.

So think deep and wake up.

NARRATOR: On the red

side, a serious burn took

Vanessa out of the kitchen.

[ambulance siren]

VANESSA: Oil in a saute pan

poured all over my hand.

NARRATOR: But Jen led

the red team to victory.

Well done.

JEN: When we won, I just

wanted to start dancing.

Get in there and help them.

Move!

What do you guys need?

What y'all need?

Jen, stand next to chef Ben.

For me, you know, it's

just embarrassing that chef

called him in to come help.

NARRATOR: Bobby was

the best of the worst.

You made me feel

safe in the kitchen.

Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: And at elimination.

I nominate Craig and Matthew.

[dramatic music]

There's one more person

standing behind you.

I need to hear from him.

And he knows who he is.

Ben, I'm really seriously

disappointed with you.

I know you are, chef.

Jesus Christ.

NARRATOR: But it was Craig

whose dream of working

for chef Ramsay in his

new Los Angeles restaurant

went up in flames.

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

And now, the continuation

of "Hell's Kitchen."

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

Something happen up there?

I mean, what the f*ck?

Elimination round is

too dramatic for me, dog.

Thought he was

going to pass out.

Well, why'd you f*ck

up tonight though?

I didn't f*ck up anything.

I did nothing but help.

He never gave me an explanation

while I was up there.

I mean, I'm working hard

and at the end of the day,

all I get is yelled at.

I just don't understand it.

You all right, Vanessa?

What's going on?

What did they say?

I have to go see

a plastic surgeon.

Are you kidding me?

I b*rned myself

during service tonight.

I hope this doesn't

completely destroy

my chances for continuing

in Hell's Kitchen.

[dramatic music]

What a day.

I just think I'm

digging too deep.

They're just letting

it get to me, you know?

Live to fight another day.

This place is harder

than boot camp, huh Bob?

Yeah, man.

Harder than boot camp.

Anybody want a cookie?

I just had some.

[dramatic music]

NARRATOR: As the chefs prepare

for another day in the kitchen,

all hands are on deck--

all but one.

I can't touch anything.

I can't be over in the heat.

I can't get my hands wet.

I can't do anything.

It sucks.

So you want like

this top half braided?

I think Vanessa is a

little frustrated right now

and it's understandable,

you know.

She doesn't want to

let us down, and we

want to help her through this.

I feel like a jackass.

[dramatic music]

Morning, guys.

Good morning, chef.

Vanessa, how are you feeling?

Good, chef.

How's your burn?

I don't know yet.

It's OK though.

Good.

Louross, what did you

think about the first thing

this morning?

What was on your mind?

Game time, chef, game time.

Good.

Now listen up.

A great chef in a

fine dining restaurant

can take something

ordinary and turn it

into something extraordinary.

And charge an

extraordinary price

as well, whether

it's a grilled cheese

sandwich, a burger, or a pizza.

This is my white truffle

pizza for my restaurant

Maze in London.

One white truffle onion

pizza is the value of this.

[dramatic music]

Who would have thought that

a pizza can cost over $ ?

Holy sh*t, $ for a pizza.

I don't even have a

$ pair of shoes.

[chimes]

That is today's challenge.

Each team will present

their very own version

of a fine dining pizza.

Ultimately, I want

something stunning.

Are you ready?

- Yes, chef.

minutes starting from now.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: For this

challenge, chef Ramsay

has assembled over

ingredients for the chefs

to choose from in

making their pizzas.

JEN: We got squid, duck confit.

This is the challenge

I've been waiting

on, where I can really utilize

this crazy mind of mind.

It's like--

[whooshing sound]

There's just so much.

Yeah, look at that.

There are Kobe beef.

Really nice produce.

Baby zucchini.

Heirloom tomatoes,

clams, oysters.

There were sea, sea,

sea, of merchants.

NARRATOR: Each chef will

create one gourmet pizza.

Then each team must

choose one of those pizzas

to present to chef Ramsey.

One each, OK?

Make it happen, gentlemen.

We've got to win this, guys.

Let's celebrate happy.

Guys, everybody should come up

with their own individual idea.

Yeah, can we like

write everything down?

As long as I'm in

the kitchen, then

I'm going to try

to do something.

What are you doing?

I want to do something

like oysters three ways.

CHRISTINA: This was the first

challenge that we were allowed

to sort of do our own thing.

So I am really excited.

What are you doing?

Like an Italian

type pizza with sun

dried tomatoes and

some prosciutto.

NARRATOR: While the women

share ideas and take notes,

the men's style

of communication--

[dramatic music]

- Is someone not using a pan?

That way I could

use it real quick.

NARRATOR: --is a

little different.

Yes, no?

No one talks to each other.

It amazes me.

It's like I'm f*cking

talking and everyone's deaf.

It's sickening.

I'm nauseated.

Who's back left is this?

No one gives a f*ck.

No one answers around here.

That's why we lose, because

no one f*cking communicates.

Shut the f*ck up.

That's a ding-a-ling.

Just shut up, Matt.

Just zip it and do it.

Whatever you

need, call it out.

More chopped basil.

I will not cut off my fingers.

Come on, baby, baby.

Come on, baby, baby.

Come on.

Anybody got

mascarpone cheese out?

That's a good idea

you got working.

This is the b*mb.

How you looking, Bob?

Good, man.

Now you have

minutes to debate

and present me the

ultimate fine dining pizza.

All of the women have finished

their individual pizzas.

Now they must choose one

to represent the team.

Ow, ow, ow.

OK.

I did an oyster three-way

with [inaudible] and chai.

Mine is jalapeno cilantro

marinated grilled shrimp.

What is yours, Vanessa?

Heirloom tomato,

tenderloin, caramelized

onions, and mozzarella.

I can't hold a Kn*fe, but I

did make something beautiful.

So I was hoping that they

would choose my pizza.

This one has a herb

crust with prosciutto.

Then I got a drizzle

balsamic glaze over it.

Let me try it out.

That one's really good.

I'm sorry, but that's good.

I tasted Jen's, bam, that's it.

Chef Ramsay would like that,

and he's all about simplicity.

Yeah, that one is good.

Just This one's

the best, I think.

Thank you, ladies.

I was kind of hoping they'd go

with my pizza, but they didn't.

I am disappointed.

Let's use a little

bit more ingredients.

We need to make it stand out.

Super gourmet.

Super gourmet.

NARRATOR: Having

made their choice,

the women get to work

perfecting Jen's pizza

to present to chef Ramsay.

[dramatic music]

Guys, the girls are done

already tasting their sh*t.

There's only two pizzas here.

I'm getting deeply concerned.

Hey, make way

for my pizza, guys.

[chimes]

Mine is a [italian] stuffed

zucchini flower with buffalo

mozz and a green salsa verde.

[suspenseful music]

Oh.

I took one bite and I just

had no f*cking words for it.

It was quite nasty.

I like this.

What's wrong?

- It's different.

It's very different.

That's f*cking bullshit.

I was sh*t down.

The pizza was

f*cking phenomenal.

f*ck.

[inaudible]

Mine is a classic

American surf and turf

pizza with Kobe beef, shrimp,

topped with the Gorgonzola bleu

cheese.

It was a very tasty

pizza, classic.

You know, that's a type of

pizza that you could have got

$ in a restaurant and

it'd have been flying

out, flying out, flying out.

Here you go, guys.

Taste this one right here.

That's mine.

Yeah.

[inaudible] like that

is just like something

you'd get at like, Pizza Shack.

Oh, your pizza

tastes like as if it

was like, from Pizza Shack?

No, taste it.

That's just mean.

The f*cking piss.

[dramatic music]

Looks good.

Beautiful.

What do we got?

We have duck confit,

chanterelle mushrooms,

white truffles in duck lard on.

OK, Ben.

Let's go with Ben.

All right, we got this.

I didn't realize that

the one that was chosen

was Ben's pizza.

Is this Ben's?

That's mine.

Where's Ben?

I guess Bobby and Ben

basically decided while I

was putting mine together.

- seconds.

- Nice.

CHEF RAMSAY: Nine.

- Come on, guys.

Let's go.

CHEF RAMSAY: Eight.

That's it.

CHEF RAMSAY: Seven, six, five.

Ben, Ben.

CHEF RAMSAY: Four,

three, two, one.

And serve.

[dramatic music]

Thank you.

Your line, please.

[suspenseful music]

Jen, what was your pizza?

JEN: It's called a

little bit of Italy

and a little bit of France.

We have the herb crust.

We put some sliced

prosciutto, some

beautiful sundried tomatoes, and

the fried basil as a garnish.

Wow.

OK.

Ben?

Basically what

I did, you know,

I did a pizza of duck confit.

I did some

chanterelle mushrooms.

I made a caramelized

onion and chevre cream

sauce to go on the bottom.

All the ingredients

stand out on their own.

OK.

[suspenseful music]

I'm nervous.

[suspenseful music]

This is very tight,

very difficult.

[suspenseful music]

Who washed the mushrooms?

I did, chef.

I've got some grit

already in there.

[dramatic sounds]

Ben can't even clean

a mushroom properly.

Some people's cooking

skills, just starting to show

that they don't have any.

You know, when you

crunch, crunch, crunch.

Yes, sir.

However, taste-wise,

they both taste very good.

Oh good, please god.

Congratulations.

[dramatic music]

To the girls.

Well done.

[cheering]

f*ck.

Oh yeah!

Yes, I told you y'all I

was in this to win it.

Do you hear the words that

are coming out of my mouth?

Whoo!

We got it.

Listen.

Ladies, well done.

Thank you, chef.

Really Well done.

Great execution, wonderful

flavor, beautiful.

And the good news is, it's

going on the menu tomorrow

night as a special.

Oh, thank you, chef.

OK.

Ladies, we're going to the

famous restaurant of the home

of the $ hamburger.

It's not in Los Angeles,

it's in Santa Barbara.

So go and get changed.

Our helicopter awaits us.

[shouting]

I have always dreamed

about riding in a helicopter,

and now my dreams are

finally coming true.

[shouting]

Thank you, chef!

Ben.

The pizza was good,

but the mouthful

of dirt on the mushroom

was a disappointment.

BEN: I can't believe

we've lost another one.

You can't win with

dirt in your food.

Sorry to let you down.

You didn't let me down,

you let your team down.

Gentlemen, time for

your punishment.

You're going to be

prepping the pizzas

for tomorrow night's service.

I'm f*cking pissed

right now, dude.

Get out of the

kitchen, get cleaned up.

We're going to move.

Let's go.

I think these pieces

are going to fly.

[upbeat music]

- Y'all wearing dresses today?

Yeah, I shaved yesterday.

NARRATOR: While the women unite

and prepare for their reward,

the men are falling apart.

Even if you don't enjoy

each other's company,

what needs to happen here

needs to be a bond as a team.

Do you feel the bond?

- No, chef.

No.

- Do you feel the bond?

Not as strong as

it could be, chef.

Louross, do you feel the bond?

This team is definitely

not missing talent,

it's missing teamwork.

[sniffing]

Hey, come here, you.

What's the matter?

Huh?

[sniffs] I'm good.

BEN: There's no

need to walk around

like a whiny-assed little punk

bitch, is what he's acting

like with his little mohawk.

Come together as a team.

I think you'll be surprised

at the difference.

Yes, chef.

Thanks, chef.

[dramatic music]

I want to to

f*cking win tomorrow.

I want to taste blood.

I want to taste

their f*cking blood.

Oh yeah.

Whoo!

Yes, chef.

What I have here is a taste of

France and a taste of Italy.

[laughing]

Does anybody want

to talk some sh*t out?

We gotta get the

communication going.

I mean, chef Ramsay

is giving us pearls

of wisdom like

they're coming out

of the Japanese giant oyster.

If you don't listen to

chef Ramsay's advice,

something mentally

wrong with you.

What are we going to do

moving forward to get

communication going between us?

You know what?

I don't know.

OK.

And when we f*cking lose

again, and let's enjoy it.

Matt drives me nuts.

He means well, he's a nice guy,

but he f*cking drives me nuts.

Just make the dough, man.

[dramatic music]

While While the blue team's

communication is stalled,

the red team is

ready for take off.

CHEF RAMSAY: Ladies, look

how glamorous you are.

Lovely.

Up.

One, two.

One, two.

This is my first

time in California

and I cannot wait to

see this beautiful

coastline from up above.

[shouting]

The view from the

helicopter was amazing.

Those gigantic houses

at the Pacific Ocean

doesn't really exist

where I come from.

Square One.

Exciting.

Off you go, ladies.

[upbeat music]

It was kind of a like,

comfortable and cozy

restaurant.

I'm excited that I get to spend

more time with chef Ramsay.

So here's a toast to half

of Italy and half of France.

[laughter]

A little bit of Italy,

a little bit of France.

[laughter]

NARRATOR: While the women enjoy

some private time with Chef

Ramsay, back at Hell's

Kitchen, the men

are finally communicating.

I'm just letting you

know right now, man.

When you tasted my

pizza and you told me

that sh*t tasted

like Pizza Shack.

You know what I'm saying?

That sh*t hurt, kid.

Louross, I want to

be honest with you.

I mean, there's no room for

b*tches in this game right now.

Are you calling me a bitch?

You broke down, dude.

And you broke down

in front of chef.

You don't know what breakdown

is when you see it, bro.

Trust me.

That was just, I'm sick

and tired of this sh*t.

Everybody's sick

and tired of it.

I've been under

the g*n for days.

I should be f*cking crawling

underneath that table

right now, crying.

Want to get grilled

so many times by-- you

going to see me break down.

Oh, you break down, trust me.

It's how it's-- how

it's going to be.

[upbeat music]

- Brought lunch for you.

- Thank you, chef.

Go to it.

I don't even know if

I want to look in there.

It's-- it's hamburger.

It was just a thin-ass burger.

There's no mustard,

no ketchup, just

a thin-ass burger on a bun.

[instrumental music]

This is a land slider.

Japanese Kobe beef with

braised Kobe short ribs

and black truffle frites.

Wonderful.

How about that?

Wow.

Oh my god, the burger was

really, really, really good.

CHEF RAMSAY: Black

truffle fries.

Should we save one for Ben, just

in case he thinks he's the--

[laughter]

To get to sit and relax

and have lunch with chef

and pick his brain was probably

the best part of the reward.

[instrumental music]

[laughing]

Little bit of wine?

[laughing]

[electronic music]

NARRATOR: It's a new

day in Hell's Kitchen,

and there's a lot to be done

to prepare for dinner service.

But for one of the

chefs, the work

is proving to be a challenge.

Watch out for me.

It's really difficult

to not be able to bang

out prep with everybody

else, you know,

to feel so f*cking useless.

And I don't know what

the hell I'm going to do

to get through service tonight.

I would like to talk

to chef about it.

You know, maybe

that would help out.

[dramatic music]

[knocking]

Mm-hmm?

Hi, Vanessa.

VANESSA: Hi, chef.

Sit down, my darling.

How's the burn?

It's a little painful.

Tough when you've got

that kind of obstacle

in front of you.

I don't like

being in the kitchen

and not being able to cook the

way that I'm used to cooking.

And it's k*lling me.

But you still

have every chance

of winning this

competition with that burn.

So the choice is yours to leave

Hell's Kitchen or to stay.

[dramatic music]

I'm not a quitter.

I have fought through a lot

of things in my lifetime,

and I'm not weak.

The decision is

entirely yours.

[dramatic music]

If I can't be--

What a shame.

I respect your decision.

If you'll be so kind to go

and say goodbye to your team,

pack your stuff,

leave Hell's Kitchen.

Yes, chef.

Thanks.

CHEF RAMSAY: Good luck.

Thank you, chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: It's unfortunate

that Vanessa's burn took

her out of the competition.

We'll never, ever know

if she really had what

it takes to win Hell's Kitchen.

[instrumental music]

I'm going to go.

I made my choice.

My team is better off

without me than with me.

Good luck, guys.

I don't know if Vanessa

made the right choice.

She kind of gave up on herself.

I thought she was

a little tougher.

Vanessa, good luck.

Are you quitting?

- I'm leaving, yes.

- Bye, Vanessa.

- Bye, Vanessa.

- Bye, guys.

The Good luck.

VANESSA: I don't consider

myself a failure.

Hell's Kitchen is

an immersion in fire

and it's too much for me.

[dramatic music]

Let's go, red team.

Over here.

Let's go, girls.

NARRATOR: Vanessa's

departure was unexpected,

but it's not the only surprise.

Follow me.

Let's go.

Tonight's special is the winning

pizza from the girl's team.

For the first time

ever in Hell's Kitchen,

we're offering pizza delivery.

Oh, no.

Now look.

Look at that.

Hell's Kitchen pizza

delivery tonight.

JEN: It's a banner

flying all across Los

Angeles advertising my pizza.

That's huge, you know.

That's huge.

Gentlemen, because you

lost the pizza challenge,

you will be delivering

the pizza door to door

in this glorified model.

There you go, the glamorous

pizza delivery van.

[circus music]

CHEF RAMSAY: Looks fantastic.

Thank you, chef.

How exciting is that?

Awesome, chef.

OK, back in the kitchen.

We've got a busy night.

[dramatic music]

Get it cracking.

I got some

blanching water here.

What do you need?

We are one man down, but too

many cooks can crowd the pot.

So I think with

Vanessa out of the way,

it's just going to make

all of us stronger.

NARRATOR: While the

loss of their teammate

has brought the women together--

We're getting there,

we're getting there.

All right, who needs help?

NARRATOR: --over in

the blue kitchen,

the men are still miles apart.

The blue team

now is jacked up.

God freaking help us

tonight because we

need a f*cking miracle.

Jean Philippe,

open Hell's Kitchen.

Let's go.

[bold instrumental music]

[electronic music]

I'm going to have

the watercress soup.

I'm going to do the

roasted filet of beef.

I'm going to have the salmon.

Drop on it.

Come on, let's go.

As soon as he says that

first order, everybody listen.

Say, "Yes, chef"

at the same time.

An order.

Listen up, yes?

- Yes, chef.

- Let's go.

An order for table .

One crab, two

risotto, one scallops.

Entree, one salmon, one beef,

one Wellington, one pizza.

Yes, chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: Good.

Tonight I'm on hot

appetizer station.

I'm just going to blow chef

Ramsay out of the water.

He is just going

to be so impressed.

seconds, ladies.

seconds.

Risotto.

Ready.

Coming up now.

OK, we're up in the window.

CHEF RAMSAY: Good start, ladies.

Great energy, keep it going.

NARRATOR: Jen has sent

out her first appetizers

in record time.

CHEF RAMSAY: Orders, please.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile, the

first calls for pizza delivery

are coming in.

[phone ringing]

Pizza.

Thank you.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Thank you.

Clearly, somebody

saw the plane.

Ben?

- Yes, chef.

You'll be doing

the home delivery.

Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: Matt is ready with the

blue team's first appetizers.

[dramatic music]

CHEF RAMSAY: Matt, can

I have some decent eggs?

They're like Pamela

Anderson's f*cking implants.

You still serve them to me.

- I won't do it again, chef.

- Come over here.

See, look.

The minute you touch that--

- Yeah.

- Touch it.

You know, he didn't--

eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.

Yeah, there you go.

Chef Ramsay made me eat one

of the eggs, which is fine

with me, anyway.

I like quail eggs.

[chimes]

[dramatic sounds]

You need to start

making these eggs.

I'm working them.

Just broke.

Oh god, guys.

Give me the eggs.

I'll make the eggs.

It was just a mess.

And I'm going to take

leadership of that kitchen

whether they like it or not.

No, give me the eggs.

If Bobby say

give him the eggs,

just give him the eggs, guys.

I had to pick up a

lot of slack tonight.

I'm a four-star general.

You know, this is what I do.

NARRATOR: With Bobby scrambling

to get the eggs under control--

CHEF RAMSAY: Let's go.

Up.

NARRATOR: --the blue

team manages to send

out two tables of appetizers.

Thank you.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

the red team has served

appetizers to four tables.

That's amazing.

NARRATOR: And they're ready

to bring their first entrees

to the pass.

Of Let's go.

Beef Wellington.

[dramatic music]

CHEF RAMSAY: Oh,

f*cking old ladies.

Ladies, ladies, ladies,

ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies.

This still is really soft, yeah?

Touch that, yeah.

That feels like it's

f*cking rip-roaring rare.

It's freaking

raw in the middle.

The f*ck the f*cking table.

Guys, Guys, I am

confused right now.

CHEF RAMSAY: We can't

go, Corey, until I've got

the beef and the Wellington.

Why is it so f*cking painful?

I just have a

question real quick.

Do I have to redo this?

Hold on.

Why aren't you asking her?

So then you all look

at me when you should

be looking at each other.

She's asking me, [inaudible]

you two to combine.

Yes, chef.

Get together.

Yes, chef.

To the window, two

Wellingtons, salmon, jandoori.

Thank you.

Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: While the red

team tries to regroup,

Ben tries out a new look.

I was in charge of pizzas.

And you know, when I had to

go take those deliveries,

I had to go.

You know, I'm going to

drive that little freaking

go-cart as fast as she'll go.

[circus music]

Cart was a piece of

sh*t, so it wouldn't

change gears very well.

I didn't know where

the hell I was.

I've never been to LA before.

Does this thing have reverse?

[music playing]

- Hi.

- Hi.

Did you order some pizza?

- I did order pizza.

- All righty.

- OK, thank you.

- All right.

- Thank you very much.

Have a wonderful evening.

NARRATOR: While Ben has finally

succeeded as a delivery boy,

the red team tries again to

deliver their first entrees.

- Nicely cooked.

- Thank you, chef.

Come on, let's go.

Where's the mashed potatoes?

Mashed carrots, where are they?

Coming right behind you, chef.

[dramatic music]

Oh, come on.

Ew, f*cking piss cream.

What is that sh*t?

Oh, sorry.

f*ck off, will you?

Is that how you're going to

f*cking respect these tables?

Absolutely not, chef.

Absolutely not, chef.

I started getting

really f*cking frustrated

because I couldn't catch up.

And I was just like

falling behind.

It was just only getting more

and more hectic from there.

And then when are you going

to think about waking up?

But, hey, soon would

be appreciated, madam.

Yes, chef.

Pathetic.

This is all you do.

Can you stop tapping

and start concentrating?

OK, my mistake, chef.

I'll f*cking

[inaudible] your mistake.

I need the mash and

the carrots now.

Yes, chef.

Mashed carrots now.

I can't go unless

I've got the veg.

What is going on, Rosann?

Oh my god almighty.

It's a f*cking meltdown.

Other way, please.

Oh, f*cking hell.

No salt?

Go, go, go.

Send the vegetables separate.

She gets confused over

a f*cking vegetable.

f*ck off, will you?

f*ck off.

They're gone.

Get away.

The lamb Wellington

is already gone.

f*ck all.

[dramatic music]

Rosann?

Yes, chef?

Not good enough.

[dramatic music]

NARRATOR: It's an hour and

a half into dinner service,

and nearly all the diners

have received appetizers.

But Rosann's breakdown

on the vegetable station

has stalled the red kitchen.

CHEF RAMSAY: Oh my god almighty.

Jen?

- Yes, chef?

Can you get on the

garnish please, yeah?

Now.

Keep it on the fire, Rosann.

NARRATOR: With Jen's

help, the red kitchen

seems to be back on track.

However, in the blue kitchen,

the entrees have hit a snag.

Hey, guys.

Blue, let's come here.

- Chef.

Come on, quickly.

Let's go.

Touch that.

- Still kind of lukewarm, chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: What did

I request, temperature?

Medium well, chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: Get

it back in the pan.

I got this.

I have to do it.

I can cook a steak, you

know what I'm saying?

Well like, what

the hell happened?

CHEF RAMSAY: The pan's

burning, Louross.

It's going to go up in flames.

Charcoal beef.

Do you honestly not know how

to cook a steak medium well?

I know how to

cook a steak, chef.

So why aren't you

doing it then, Louross?

Come on, baby.

Come on.

f*ck.

Louross, come on.

Come on, Louross.

Plating up now, chef.

We're plating up.

[dramatic music]

Louross, what's up, man?

How come I can't see the nice,

beautiful inside of the beef?

LOUROSS: I like, cut it in half.

Then I just seared it just

to cook it off a little.

No.

See, the correct answer

is you f*cked it up,

you didn't cook it right, and

you're trying to get it by me.

Do you have another one that I

can see a nice, pink center in?

Yes, chef.

Do you have another one with

a nice, pink center in it?

Well, I-- no.

That one won't work?

No, that one's

not going to work.

NARRATOR: With no

steaks ready to serve,

Louross's situation

is looking grim.

f*ck it, send me home.

That's what they're going to do.

NARRATOR: But

Petrozza has a plan.

- This is our chance.

- It's not going to work.

It's not going to work.

Well, this is our only

sh*t that we've got.

We had show the

face of the beef.

So I had to slice

a sliver off it.

I want to get the

f*cking food out.

It's not-- it's f*cked

up already, Petrozza.

He sliced that paper thin.

And I looked at him and

I'm all, are you serious?

And he was all, yeah.

But yeah, do you see

the color on that steak?

It was steak medium well.

How's that one?

Looks like it

f*cking works to me.

OK, Louross,

where's that beef?

Here's the beef.

Come on.

Get the beef.

Much better.

That was the most

ghettoest thing ever

possibly in the kitchen ever.

But it still went out, you know?

I'll do my best, man, for you.

You have--

You do what you got to

do in the kitchen, right?

NARRATOR: With Louross and

Petrozza getting their meat

past chef Scott, more than /

of the diners in Hell's Kitchen

have received their entrees.

And your pizza, ma'am.

NARRATOR: In the red kitchen,

Christina is beginning

to prepare her desserts.

There are four burnt

souffles that f*cking b*rned.

That pus me minutes behind.

- Christina?

Yes, chef?

CHEF RAMSAY: and

desserts away.

Yes, chef.

I'm behind minutes.

- Yeah.

Hurry up, yeah?

That's too long.

Damn it, I need some help.

Jen and I were supposed

to be on dessert.

I'm all by myself.

It was really frustrating.

There was nobody there.

You guys, I'm about to

lose this dessert order

if I don't get a hand, please.

I've got one minute

before this souffle dies.

She completely was about

to have a meltdown over there

on dessert.

That's no one fault but herself.

I'm not personally-- I'm

no one's mother here.

It was up to her

to take initiative.

All right, my souffles

are going to fall and die.

Please.

CHEF RAMSAY: Corey?

- Yes?

CHEF RAMSAY: How

were the desserts?

Let's go.

- Christina, hold on one second.

I'm just trying to get Christina

out of here and letting her,

you know, spoil herself.

I don't even want to help her.

All right, Christina.

Tell me what to do, tell me

what to do, tell me what to do.

Can you make souffle batter?

All right, sugar.

You got sugar?

NARRATOR: With Corey's

reluctant help,

desserts are finally

leaving the red kitchen.

CHEF RAMSAY: Come on.

Go, go, go.

Come on, go.

Two brulee, let's go.

Thank you, Christy.

Yes, chef.

Oh, look at that.

Thank you.

, please.

Let's go.

Two souffle.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

after two and a half

hours of dinner service, the men

are finally working together.

We need eight souffles.

We got this, Bobby.

We got this.

Beautiful job

on those souffles.

Thank you.

CHEF RAMSAY: So

let's go, please.

Finally, it's

happening to you.

Yeah, thank you.

CHEF RAMSAY: Let's go, OK.

OK, let's go.

What's next?

This is it, chef.

Good.

Let's go.

That's good.

Oh, this is good for me.

CHEF RAMSAY: Let's go.

Last ticket, yes?

Yes.

That's it, chef.

OK, good.

Come here.

Guys, come here.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

Right.

Good.

Well done.

That's what it feels like

to complete a service.

[dramatic music]

NARRATOR: For the first

time, these aspiring chefs

have finished a

complete dinner service.

[suspenseful music]

- OK.

Not brilliant, but

tonight we achieved

our first complete service.

Well done.

Thank you, chef.

For me tonight, there was

one person who stood out.

And it was a big surprise.

And that person was Louross.

You were crap.

Your service was deplorable.

Not on it, uninterested,

it was shocking.

That's the biggest

surprise for me.

And hurts more is because

before tonight's service,

you were good.

[dramatic music]

Rosann.

The last three tables we sent

the vegetables out separately.

I didn't want to keep

them waiting any longer.

I've decided tonight

there's no losing team.

Each team, both of you

go back to the dorm

and nominate one of

you for elimination.

[pounding sounds]

Now piss off.

I know I'm safe tonight.

[dramatic music]

Did you guys

make your decision?

I already know who I'm going--

I already got mine.

Even though Louross f*cked

up, I'm saying Matt.

Petrozzy?

No, I'm in, if you to do that.

Bobby wants Matt

gone, but I think

the weakest cook in the

kitchen right now is Louross.

You either go with personality

or straight from the kitchen.

So who do you say?

Louross?

I don't know, man.

If you think that I

should go out on my--

I'm not going to

fight you doing that.

I don't want to go, believe me.

For tonight's service, I

would have to say you, Rosann.

I would pick you tonight

because you didn't seem like you

didn't know your station.

Seriously, mine

is the same thing.

Based on service tonight,

it would have to be Rosann.

Rosann, based upon

service tonight.

[dramatic music]

What do you think?

Louross is in the room.

Why he's not down here?

Who votes Louross?

I do.

Because I'm going

to be honest with you.

If it's not Louross, it's you.

And it shouldn't be me.

Well, I mean, that's just how

the cookie crumbles, you know.

Because it ain't going

to be the three of us.

It ain't going to be me.

I definitely don't deserve

to go home tonight,

and anyone who thinks

I do is an assh*le.

[dramatic music]

I f*cked up.

If anyone's going

to be a man about it

and admit his mistakes,

that's going to be me.

I messed up today on service.

I disappointed myself,

I disappointed my team,

and I disappointed

chef Ramsay and Moes.

I'm not afraid to

admit my mistakes,

but now it's up

to chef to decide.

I really wish that I

could've got you and her

when we were up here, because

I wanted to put Christina up.

I would like to see

Christina go home.

She doesn't say anything

that's valuable or valid.

She just likes to talk

to hear herself talk.

And in a sense, that

kind of drowns me out,

me from saying my valid stuff

and her just saying blah, blah,

blah.

She talk all them talk and it

worth for damn straight up.

She was going f*cking

down in the dessert station.

Christina, she's

awfully high and mighty.

And she thinks she's,

you know, up here.

But she's just like

everybody else,

struggling to get to the top.

If we put

Christina up, there's

a good chance she'll leave.

And that's one annoying

person that I wouldn't

mind losing straight up.

Then I wouldn't feel

bad about it at all.

I'm completely fine with that.

We kind of want to switch

it up at the last minute

to get rid of Christina.

So I think it's going

to end up getting ugly.

I want to send that bitch

home because she's awful.

She's in there.

I don't give a

f*ck where she's at.

I'll tell her in her face.

She talks the talk, but she

don't walk the f*cking walk.

I'm not ready to go home, and

I didn't come out here to lose.

And I definitely came out

here to win this prize.

[dramatic music]

Chris, I changed my mind.

I'm picking you.

Pick We're picking you because

I had a bad night tonight too,

but you were falling

apart in the kitchen.

So that's the decision I make

and they say that they agree.

You agree with that, Shayna?

I-- I--

- It's a yes or no question.

- Yes.

OK, that's four.

Four agree.

I'm feeling really angry.

My teammate just

stabbed me in the back.

Now I don't think I can trust

anybody on the red team,

honestly, nobody but myself.

[dramatic music]

CHEF RAMSAY: OK.

Ben, have you come

to a decision?

Yes, sir.

Who and why, please.

[suspenseful music]

We nominate Louross.

He might be the

weakest one on the team

when it comes to

culinary skill, chef.

Christina, who is it and why?

The team decided

to nominate me, chef.

Say that again.

The team decided

to nominate me, chef.

[dramatic music]

As the weakest cook?

Yes, chef.

Jen, explain.

OK, chef.

She talks the talk, Christina.

You know, she really can

verbalize her words right.

But when it comes to

running a brigade,

you have to be headstrong and

be confident in your work.

I'm finding this

hard to believe.

Are you threatened by

Christina's intelligence?

Right hand to the

Lord, no I'm not

at all threatened by

Christina's intelligence, chef.

I'm not threatened

by anyone here, chef.

I feel that I decide my

fate in Hell's Kitchen.

[dramatic music]

Let me just tell

you something.

That's my f*cking

job, sweetheart.

Here's a question.

Rosann, do you

honestly think you're

a better cook than Christina?

Yes, I do, chef.

Madam, you completely

screwed your team.

OK.

Louross, Christina,

step foward please.

[suspenseful music]

OK, big boy.

Jeff

Why should you stay

inside Hell's Kitchen?

Today I made a

mistake today, chef.

I was on meat station.

I did undercook some meat.

Do you honestly not

know how to cook a steak?

I know how to

cook a steak, chef.

So why aren't you

doing it then, Louross?

LOUROSS: But I did

not give up, chef.

I still kept on

going no matter what.

Are you the worst cook

in the blue kitchen?

No.

Who is?

I would have to say Matt.

- Christina.

- Yes, chef?

Why should you stay

in Hell's Kitchen?

Chef, I believe that I am

detail-oriented, methodical,

intelligent, and hardworking.

I didn't realize

I was a detriment.

Are you the weakest

chef in the kitchen?

I don't believe so.

Who is?

Rosann.

[dramatic music]

OK, time for a decision.

The one person leaving

Hell's Kitchen tonight

has already left the building.

That's Vanessa.

That is my gift to

both teams tonight

for completing a full service.

Now listen to me.

Do not take this for granted.

From this moment

on, all I want now

is a better, complete

dinner service every night.

Is that clear?

Yes, chef.

And remember, this

is Hell's Kitchen.

And it's going to get tougher.

Now piss off and get some sleep.

I get put down and

criticized no matter what.

I may be a small Filipino

man, but you know,

don't underestimate me

because I'm still here.

I'll stand my ground

no matter what.

The longer in this game,

the meaner and more catty

these girls get.

Now I've realized not everyone

is all in for our team,

and those people

will be taken out.

[dramatic music]

NARRATOR: Next time

on "Hell's Kitchen."

It's every chef for himself.

Once they get rid of me and

Louross, they'll turn around

and s*ab Petrozza in the back.

I don't want to

see our team succeed

when all they're going to do

is throw me under the bus.

NARRATOR: The chefs prepare

for a special occasion.

[pop music playing]

It's the first ever Hell's

Kitchen sweet party.

[whistling]

But dinner service is

anything but sweet.

Everywhere chef Ramsay looks--

What is going on?

NARRATOR: From

the blue kitchen--

The halibut's dry.

No, it's not.

I made it f*cking clear.

Do you want to argue now?

NARRATOR: To the red kitchen--

CHEF RAMSAY: No, no, no, no, no.

The beef is raw in the middle.

Leave it and f*ck off.

NARRATOR: To the dining room.

Is this cooked?

Can I have this

cooked a little more?

Thank you.

NARRATOR: Is a disaster.

sh*t.

Minute the steak comes back, now

her mother's food comes back.

Wake up.

Right now, you're a sweet

girl's nightmare, yes?

Useless f*cking.

NARRATOR: And at elimination,

chef Ramsay has a surprise.

[dramatic music]

A new chef joins

one of the teams.

f*ck.

They don't even know what

they just inherited right there.

Whoo.

Now f*ck off, will you?

NARRATOR: You don't want to miss

the most unpredictable "Hell's

Kitchen" yet, next time.

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