NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen."
Now go, move your ass.
NARRATOR: At the conclusion
of the entree relay--
- Blue team.
- May I speak?
Tom went toe to
toe with Chef Ramsay.
May I speak?
May you speak?
Just stand up straight and
at least look like a cook.
Who do you think
you're talking to?
NARRATOR: The men would
lose the challenge.
I'm not washing anything
with a wash board.
NARRATOR: And Tom
his self-respect,
while the women were rewarded
with a day on the high seas.
I wish Chef was here
to rub lotion on us.
NARRATOR: But when
they returned,
the battle of the sexes
got ugly with Garrett
duking it out with Heather.
Y'all women have dinner ready
for us men when we get home.
I'm not your wife.
I'm not your girlfriend.
NARRATOR: Then at
dinner service,
when steady Heather stumbled--
Don't send anything, Heather,
unless you know it's perfect.
Princess Heather, if
that's the way she works--
NARRATOR: Her bitter rival,
Sarah, happily emerged.
Fantastic.
Keep it up.
Thank you, Chef.
NARRATOR: In the blue
kitchen, Tom and Giacomo
came under fire.
You donkey!
Why is the oven not on?
It's really tough.
I want to make him happy.
You've stopped caring
now, haven't you?
No, I haven't.
Yes, you f*cking have.
NARRATOR: And after only
getting out two entrees--
You were bad.
NARRATOR: The men were
declared the losers.
Tom, Giacomo, step forward.
Giacomo, take your jacket off
and get out of Hell's Kitchen.
NARRATOR: And Giacomo's
dream of his own restaurant
in the Red Rock Resort in
Las Vegas went up in flames.
[music playing]
And now the continuation
of "Hell's Kitchen."
Garret and Keith, these
guys piss me off now.
I'm going to make them feel
stupid that they nominated me.
What did I tell you?
I have your f*cking back.
I know.
I nominated Tom
for elimination.
He's a good guy, but
long story short,
do I think we're a
better team without Tom?
Yes.
You think that--
you think that that was f*cking
easy for me to f*cking do?
Don't f*cking torpedo me,
because I have your back.
TOM: If I get kicked
out of "Hell's Kitchen,"
I've got no place to go.
I'm .
This is the fourth
career I've gone into.
There's no more
changing careers.
This is it.
I bring a lot more to the
table than a -year-old kid.
Tom doesn't get it, no
matter about our experiences
or where we've been or
done this, done that.
If you can't cook,
you can't cook.
I gave up more than anybody.
No you, didn't.
No, you have not.
We've all given up time
and family members.
I don't care about time.
I care about money.
You care about the money?
I care about the experience
to work with him.
This is what we
were born to do.
This is all we have.
Tom is acting
like he's the only
damn person in the
house that's ever
sacrificed anything to do this.
NARRATOR: It's a game.
This is all I know how to do.
This is my life.
TOM: I don't care.
NARRATOR: After a series of
losses on the blue team--
GORDON RAMSAY: Come on, Gabe.
Larry, oh, my god.
Giacomo.
NARRATOR: There are now
just three men and five
women left in "Hell's Kitchen."
The blue team is
in dire straits.
Men, you lost the battle
of the sexes big time.
Look at you.
You're dwindling away.
Sara, Heather, Rachel--
all three of you
are emerging as leaders.
VIRGINIA: Chef Ramsay
pointed out Rachel,
Heather, and Sarah as leaders.
I'm just going to start
doing what they do,
which is the be bossy, and maybe
he'll think I'm a leader then.
Blue team, I'm
giving you a leader.
Heather in a blue team.
Now.
RACHEL: I'm pissed
off because I've
worked my ass off for
this team, and now we're
working against each other.
GORDON RAMSAY: There you go.
Thank you, Chef.
It's going to be hard because
it's going to get cut-throat,
because I'm going to have
to go against my girl.
We've got a woman
moving to the blue team
to show some balls.
I don't need leadership.
If she wants to lead
Tom and Garrett, good.
I'm sick of trying to tell Tom
what to do and teach him stuff.
I'm not sad to see Heather go.
I'm very much able to take
the reins and be a leader.
This is the time.
The time is now.
OK.
So right now, all of
you are coming with me.
And I'm going to show you
one of the most successful
restaurants in Los Angeles.
Let's go.
Is it going to be one of
Wolfgang Puck's restaurants?
I have no idea
where we're going.
This way.
SARA: It could be anything.
Field trip.
Woo hoo!
Here we are.
Welcome to Pink's.
We're not going to Spago.
Pink's, the busiest
restaurant in Los Angeles.
, customers per day.
A simple hot dog done
deliciously well.
OK.
What would you like?
Chili cheese dog.
I'd like the Gordon
Ramsay dog, please, Chef.
The Gordon Ramsay dog.
Are you looking
for brownie points?
Yes, chef, I am.
When I was in college, I
worked at a hot dog place.
Do you want to go around
and give them a hand?
Will he fit behind there?
Without a doubt, Tom belongs
behind that counter at Pink's,
not on the line with K Grease.
Hey, Tom.
Move your ass.
- Yeah.
I made a chili cheese dog.
And there isn't one
dish that we make
in "Hell's Kitchen" that is
any more complicated than that.
And I'm going to try and take
that into tomorrow's service.
There you go, buddy.
One for you.
Right, Tom, get
out of there, please,
before you sweat on the dogs.
Tom, you're sweating
in the f*cking food.
Everyone got a dog, yes?
Yes, sir.
Chef, your dog is delicious.
I didn't try the
Gordon Ramsay dog.
But I'm sure it was very spicy
and hot, just like he is.
OK, listen up.
We're about to make history.
In just under two hours'
time, we're opening for lunch
for the very first time.
Oh, my god.
If I was you, I'd get your
asses back to the kitchen.
Run, yeah?
Let's go!
Yeah!
Keith, move that fat stomach!
I didn't want to run
back, so I kind of jogged,
then I walked a little, jogged.
That's just how K Grease rolls.
NARRATOR: For the
first time ever,
lunch will be served
at Hell's Kitchen.
With the restaurant
opening at noon,
the chefs have
less than two hours
to learn and prepare the menu.
Let's go.
Very similar menu.
Caesar salad.
Pizza Margarita.
Chopstick.
- And pasta formaggio.
- Yes, chef.
- Let's go.
- Let's do it.
It's like hamburger,
pizza, and French fries.
I mean, how hard can that be?
Ay!
f*cking A.
I just feel bad for Heather
having to walk into that team.
I don't think you
were expecting to be
over here today, were you?
No, chef.
The men just need to focus.
Because that's why I'm here.
And hopefully, it will work.
I came in to
Hell's Kitchen just
to prove that I can do this.
So you're with me, right?
Absolutely.
It sucks to lose anybody,
but I still feel that we
still have a strong team.
It's not like
we're going to fall
down because she's not here.
It's the first time to
kick Heather's ass, right?
SARA: Without Heather,
Rachel is not going
to be able to pull it together.
Yeah.
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
NARRATOR: After three
disappointing dinner services,
Chef Ramsay is hoping
Hell's Kitchen first lunch
service will be a success.
OK, blue team, let's go.
Ladies, over, line up.
This is your challenge.
Customers do not wait for lunch.
I'm looking for speed,
speed, taste, and quality.
Are you ready?
Yes, chef!
GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go!
[screaming]
Oh, god.
I heard that little--
[screams]
I was like, oh, my god,
this is going to be crazy.
Ay, ay, ay.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
It's the kids.
We're doing it for the kids.
You take grill.
You take fries.
You take pasta.
I'll take this.
Chef appointed Heather
the leader of the team.
She's very well-organized,
and we're a train wreck.
Hot pan on.
GORDON RAMSAY: Keith.
Kieth.
Pull your pants up.
That's the first thing you do.
Welcome to Hell's
Kitchen, kindergarten.
So ladies first,
if you don't mind.
In front of those children
here, move your bottoms.
And I mean move your asses.
I can't do it without
f*cking swearing.
NARRATOR: To win
today's challenge,
both kitchens must have
a complete service.
And with hungry
mouths to feed,
neither team can afford
to make mistakes.
Let's go, ladies.
You OK?
I just cut my finger on that.
How did you cut yourself?
You're making pizza.
- You all right?
I'm cool.
I'm good.
Here, hold it up
above your heart.
OK.
Give me a minute, please.
One minute to myself.
That's all I need.
Put it above your heart.
I think that I can really
get a job done so long
as people give me my space.
So what I cut my hand?
I can handle it.
[screaming and chanting]
NARRATOR: The pressure is
building in both kitchens.
[inaudible]
celebrate, are they?
- You need one more seasoning.
- I got it.
I got it.
Let me-- did you hear me?
I'm just getting you set up.
Damn it, Tom, I'm
trying to help you.
I swear to god.
- Hey, no fighting.
Quit it.
- I need the [inaudible].
- I know, but I got to--
- Hey!
Cut it out.
Cut it out.
Do it later.
HEATHER: The men just can't
get over their macho bullshit.
If we don't push
this out, oh, my god.
I'm going to start
breaking heads.
NARRATOR: While Heather
emerges as a force in what
was the men's team,
there's a power
struggle in the red kitchen.
Let me do something
to help you.
They're not ready yet.
I've got it under control.
Chef said sauce
them up and get
them ready to go in the oven.
- Hurry up, yeah?
- Yes, Chef.
Four piece?
I want [inaudible] five for it.
He's such a f*cking
control freak.
He's f*cking ruining it.
Let me take ownership
of my station.
OK.
Sarah should have
said, I need some help.
It's for the good of the team.
Just get the lunch out.
NARRATOR: A mere minutes
into Hell's Kitchen's
first lunch service,
and the customers
are getting a little restless.
[screaming and chanting]
Come on!
Let's go!
Put food in their
mouth and shut them up.
Come on!
I'm ready in
seconds to window.
- Got it?
- Careful.
Let's go.
Let's go.
We got to get them out.
Behind you.
Move, yes?
Let's go.
Service, please.
Let's go, big boy.
Table , please.
First table is out.
Now keep it going, guys.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: Finally, food is
coming out of both kitchens.
Where is the
macaroni and cheese?
It's coming, sir.
Move, yes?
Table .
Go, please.
NARRATOR: The mood
in the dining room
has shifted from
chaos to contentment,
and everything appears
to be on track.
Or is it?
What's wrong with
the shapes now?
They've gone all
square, the pieces.
I'll get you
another one, chef.
Oh, no, no, no.
They're children.
At least pay them respect
and keep it round, no?
Look at the shape of that.
You started so well.
Yes, Chef.
Two square pizzas for the
first time in Hell's Kitchen.
Chef is bitching about my
pizzas that weren't round.
Well, guess what, Chef?
I didn't roll those
ugly turds out.
Right.
Last table.
Make it count.
NARRATOR: For the first
time, each kitchen
is within striking distance
of a completed service.
The blue team has only
three tables left to serve.
The red team has four.
Two macaroni, two
burger, two pizzas.
Yes, Chef.
Get them going
faster if you can.
Go disappear.
.
Guys, come on.
Service, please.
Table , yes?
Pick up .
Go, please.
Table .
Go, please.
Service, please.
Come on, guys.
That last table is all we need.
Let's go, let's go.
- Table , yes?
- That's up.
Go, please.
Complete.
Thank you.
- There you go.
Like a pro.
-
When we got all of our
tickets out, that felt--
that felt wonderful.
NARRATOR: Both
teams have completed
their first-ever meal service.
Unbelievable.
NARRATOR: And there's a
celebration in the kitchens--
and in the dining room.
[music playing]
Congratulations to both teams.
I really mean that.
Because the whole
point of this was
just getting through a service.
Now just make sure it
travels forward to the dinner
service with that momentum.
OK?
Time to declare a winner
for today's challenge.
I asked all the kids to rate
the food on a scale of to .
The red kitchen, the kids
scored your foot . out of .
Blue kitchen, you scored a . .
Congratulations.
You're the winners.
GARRETT: Man, it
feels absolutely
great to finally win.
It's been a long time coming.
Blue team, you're getting
out of Hell's Kitchen
and having a great
afternoon of fun.
Red team, this place
is clearly a mess.
You're now going to
clean the dining room.
Blue team, go and get changed.
Red team, got to work, ladies.
Finally!
Thank you, Heather.
I knew that Heather
would be strong.
Now that's she's on my team,
we're going to k*ll it.
Dude, the new name of our team
is three men and a little lady.
[laughs]
[groans]
Now I was almost thinking
I wanted to have kids.
The kids left a
huge mess behind.
They left cake.
They left bubble gum.
It was just like a rainbow
of colors on the floor.
We have a lot of
work ahead of us.
This string is
not silly anymore.
I told you get back in
the kitchen and f*ck off!
RACHEL: I feel bad
because we lost.
And I busted my ass.
Sara doesn't care if she loses.
I don't get it.
Hey, kick me in the
ass while I'm down.
Don't tempt me.
NARRATOR: While the red team
cleans up after the kids,
Chef Ramsay has arranged for
the blue team to feel like kids.
Oh, my god, it's so pretty!
I told you it was
an amusement park!
We won!
Look at this place, guys!
I haven't been to an
amusement park in years.
Everybody is really
excited for me.
I'm pretty sure
I can win that one.
It says a winner every time.
He's a winner!
It really sucks.
Bullshit!
Hit Ramsay!
[screaming]
Woo, roller coasters!
This is slammin'.
I Think if it's me and you
in the final two, it's perfect,
because there's a H and
a fork, and then a K.
It is!
Heather and Keith!
HK!
What, what?
NARRATOR: While alliances
are forming on the blue team,
tensions are
building on the red.
[makes squeaking noise]
Oh, my wrist.
You think it's funny
just cutting up and--
I don't think it's funny.
I just think you're a bitch.
That's all.
You think I'm a bitch?
[makes squeaking noise]
All right.
You guys hungry?
You want something to eat?
There you go.
Eat that.
There's another cake still.
Hold on.
Sara, enough.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: It's her second
day of leading the blue team,
and Heather is pulling up
more than the men's morale.
Work with me.
Work with me.
GORDON RAMSAY: Keith.
Keith.
Pull your pants up.
Just say to him, which
would you rather show--
the safety pin or my ass?
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's
newly-reshuffled teams
prepare for dinner service.
Make sure everything has a
label date on it, everything.
It's going to be a good day.
GARRETT: It's really good to
have somebody of Heather's
caliber on the team right now.
We've lost the last
two dinner services,
and we will not go - .
That's it.
I've got that air
of confidence on me.
Meanwhile, in the red
kitchen, all is quiet--
maybe a little too quiet.
It's just not good
right now within the team.
It just scares me.
I know Sarah wants
to be a leader,
but right now is not
the time for a power
struggle between she and I.
You want to hear
my odds on the bet?
I hate to say I hope, but I
think the red team is going
to start seeing some losses.
I look forward to seeing
Rachel on the chopping block.
GORDON RAMSAY: OK, guys.
Let's go.
Ladies, let's go.
Now, yeah?
This is the fourth service.
This is where we get
stronger, better.
Is that clear?
Yes, Chef.
One more thing.
Hell's Kitchen's ice
machine is broken.
Red team, you lost another
challenge yesterday.
So when I say we need ice,
go and get ice, and quick.
Hell's Kitchen is now open.
Let's go, yes?
NARRATOR: On the heels
of a successful lunch,
Chef Ramsay is
expecting to finally
complete a dinner service.
Any questions?
No, Chef.
Let's go.
How would you like
the salmon to be done?
Medium.
NARRATOR: Tonight, Rachel
is on the appetizers.
But for her salad Saint-Jacques,
she will have to rely
on Sara for the scallops.
I'm going to need
Saint-Jacques in four minutes,
five minutes, please.
Thank you, Saint-Jacques.
After that, I'm going
to need two more-- yeah,
three Saint-Jacques all day.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
A larger pan will be
easier for the risotto.
Get it wicked hot first.
I totally feel like I'm the
babysitter of the blue team.
Tom.
Is it hot?
Let me see.
No, no.
Put it back in the oven.
Come on, baby.
NARRATOR: While Heather
tries to get things
going on the blue team,
Rachel is ready to plate
her first appetizer.
But she needs a
little help from Sara.
I need my scallops, please.
They are in the pan.
I will get them to
you in two seconds.
Sarah.
Are we ready, yes?
Yeah.
I was waiting for
her call, Chef.
You're waiting
for her call, yeah?
Called it three times.
NARRATOR: While Sara's
miscommunication with Rachel
has put the red
kitchen behind, Garrett
is bringing his first
appetizers to the pass.
There's no salt in there.
There's not even an
ounce of salt in there.
Are you serious?
We can't send any
food, Garrett--
Garrett!
Unless we've tasted anything.
If you haven't tasted
your own f*cking food,
what chance have you got?
None.
I'd rather f*ck
off for a burger.
NARRATOR: While
Garrett starts over,
Chef Ramsey turns his
attention to the red kitchen.
How long, Rachel?
Coming out now, Chef.
Why is the risotto
so stiff, Rachel?
I don't know where you've
eaten risotto before,
but it relaxes on the plate.
Yes, chef.
Risotto is not
stacked up in a mold.
It's relaxed on a plate,
and it flows like lava.
Yes, Chef.
Is that difficult?
No, Chef.
Is this because
Heather is gone?
- No, Chef.
- Is it?
No, Chef.
RACHEL: We're sorry
to lose Heather.
But my focus right now is to
get us in another service.
You got potatoes on for me?
NARRATOR: In the
blue kitchen, Garrett
is hoping his second
risotto attempt will
be to Chef Ramsay's liking.
I want to taste that.
Put the pan down.
Hallelujah.
Music to my f*cking ears.
, go.
Is the risotto relaxed, yeah?
Yes, Chef, it's relaxed.
Service, please.
Now you've gone too far.
Now you've gone from one
extreme to the other.
Yes, Chef.
Surely you must have some
form of quality control
inside your brain as a cook.
Now it's liquid.
It looks like a
f*cking soup, Rachel.
When someone stands
up there and says
your attempt is
not up to par, it's
a very humbling experience.
Chef Ramsay will have
the perfect opportunity
to get rid of me.
This is good.
It could be a little
warmer, but it's good.
- It's cold.
- It's cold?
Let me bring it back.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
What's going on?
The spaghetti is cold,
Chef, in the blue kitchen.
The spaghetti is cold,
Chef, f*cking cold.
Hey.
Yes, Chef?
- Do you want to go?
- No way.
No way, Chef.
- Do you want to go?
No way, Chef.
Get me a f*cking spaghetti,
and move your ass, yeah?
Yes, Chef.
You're back in the
institute again, aren't you?
- No way, Chef.
- Serving that shit.
Are you a big boy?
- Come on.
I've got to get this going.
What did I say
to you about taste?
Taste, taste.
Yes, Chef.
All that did for
me when Chef Ramsay
said you want to go back to
jail was motivate me even more.
I'm going to bust my ass,
and I'm going to prove
to you that I belong here.
Stand by.
Two duck, one
tortellini, one turbot.
NARRATOR: minutes into
dinner service, and Rachel
has managed to turn out
appetizers for just six tables.
Now Virginia and Sara must
work together on the entrees.
How close are you to
the turbot and tortellini?
I'm ready and
waiting for your call.
Will you start bringing
these plates up?
I'm ready.
OK.
Where is everything else?
Where's the turbot?
Chef, I haven't
started it yet.
No.
She said that she's ready.
No.
She didn't even
start cooking it.
She did start
cooking it, Chef.
So now you want to
start lying to me?
I'm not lying to you, Chef.
She said that she's
ready when I am.
I'm ready and
waiting for your call.
- I'm ready.
- OK.
So where's the f*cking turbot?
In my hands, Chef.
She hasn't even
got the turbot in.
Now you're trying
to pass the buck.
Everything you just told
me confirms my suspicions--
hello--
about you.
You're not here as a
team member, are you?
Yes I am, Chef.
You're out for
yourself, aren't you?
No, I'm not, Chef.
You're here to
screw the rest of them
and f*cking get your little
ration to sit pretty on.
No, I am no, chef.
So where's the f*cking turbot?
VIRGINIA: Sara didn't
speak up and say, Chef, I
did tell her that I was ready.
She should have at least
spoken up and said something.
f*ck me.
Did I misunderstand
you when I heard you say
you were ready whenever I am?
All I heard was tortellini.
I didn't hear turbot.
Virginia wants to say, well,
you f*cked up that turbot.
It's like, yeah, well, so?
Chef Ramsay can't
stand you right now.
I don't necessarily see
that as such a bad thing.
NARRATOR: The blue
team has finally pushed
out most of their appetizers.
With one ticket
remaining, Garrett
is ready with the spaghetti.
And now it's all up to
Tom on the meat station.
- How long?
- Seven minutes, Chef.
Seven minutes.
Why so long?
The quail.
Oh, no.
The quail has got to rest.
The quail is not cooked?
Hello?
What time did I
call out the order?
An hour ago.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
in the red kitchen,
all that's needed to complete
the first entrees are
the mashed potatoes on the side.
- Maribel?
- Yes, chef?
What is that?
Those are the potatoes, Chef.
Tell me, why has
it gone like glue?
Missy, I'd get some fresh
ones if I was you, yeah?
Do we have anymore
potatoes, guy?
Oh, dear.
You know what?
If that was the last thing
in this country to eat,
I'd f*cking starve.
NARRATOR: In the blue
kitchen, the pressure is still
on Tom on the meat section.
Service, place.
Where's the Wellington?
It was a little too pink.
Oh, no.
Oh, come on.
It's a little too pink?
Keith, four minutes.
Four minutes to window.
Thank you.
Tom, do you realize
what's going on in here?
Yes, people are communicating.
Yeah, that's right.
First thing he turns
around and says, Chef,
four minutes to the window.
You, a little pink.
What f*cking line of
communication is that on?
NARRATOR: An hour and a
half into dinner service,
and the good news
is the customers
are enjoying their food.
It's really flavorful.
NARRATOR: The bad news is
there isn't a lot of it.
Virginia and Rachel have
teamed up on the quail dish,
but will it fly
with Chef Ramsay?
- Virginia
- Yes, Chef?
- Rachel.
- Yes, Chef?
Why have we left all the
bone on with the quail?
Here.
I'll cut it off.
Here.
I'll cut it off.
f*cking hell.
Why have we left
all the wings on?
I'm never going
to get this right.
I deserve to die.
We'll get it right.
We'll get it right.
- Rachel.
- Chef.
Is this normal for you?
Because you look at me as if
it's the planet f*cking Mars.
No.
I'm just trying to
understand your procedures.
It's no big, complicated,
standard procedure.
It's just normal.
- Right.
Piss off an go
and get some ice.
Yes, Chef.
Red team, you
lost the challenge.
When I say we need
ice, go and get ice.
NARRATOR: While Rachel has
to lead Hell's Kitchen,
Tom is juggling multiple
orders for the blue team.
This order here, .
Hello?
Stop!
Hey, listen.
Stop!
Com here, you idiot.
I'm f*cking had enough!
I'm trying to tell you
in your f*cking eyeballs
that the climb is
spaghetti now, and you're
putting the quail in.
- No.
I have the ones there.
That's for that
f*cking order there!
Oh, my.
You're not bordered, are you?
It doesn't hurt, does it?
No, it does.
I can't yell.
I can't cry.
All I have to do is
I've got to do it.
Oh, my god.
The duck is burnt!
You're cooking in a burnt
pan, you f*cking d*ck!
Oh, my god!
Leave it!
Leave it!
Leave it!
Just f*cking leave it!
You're going to blow fire in
your face, you f*cking donkey!
Keith!
Keith!
Yes, Chef.
Get on the meat section
and stand next to him,
and don't like him
cook a f*cking thing.
And you, open those big eyes
and watch what the f*ck this guy
is doing.
Yes, Chef.
Shut it and watch.
Yes, Chef.
Shut it!
You got that duck?
Listen to me.
I know.
I'm sorry.
NARRATOR: In her hurry to bring
ice back to Hell's Kitchen,
Rachel has forgotten
one crucial thing--
money.
Sir, would you
do me a huge favor?
Would you pay for my ice?
Yeah, I know.
I know.
Please.
Please I'm begging.
Add that in there.
Thank you so much.
You want ice, Chef?
Yes, Chef.
You will get ice.
Thank you.
If I had to beg, borrow,
whatever I got to do,
I'll go get you some ice.
NARRATOR: With Rachel down
and out of the kitchen,
her team is succeeding
in pushing out entrees.
Chicken is done,
Wellington is done.
Right.
How long, please?
- Chef, we're plating.
- You're plating?
- Yep.
- So am I.
Perfect.
Music to my f*cking ears.
Bring it over here, missy.
Service, please.
When Rachel left, it
did get a little easier.
It felt a little bit more
relaxed, only because Chef
wasn't screaming on our side.
Service, please.
And we can be relaxed and
calm and get things out.
I busted my ass
on the way back.
NARRATOR: Two hours into dinner
service, and each kitchen
has delivered only
half their entrees.
Oh, come on.
Virginia!
Yes, Chef.
What is that there?
What was the
Wellington requested?
Medium.
What is that?
I thought it was medium.
My bad.
Here we go again.
What is that?
I thought it was
medium, Chef, I swear.
What is that?
- Rare?
- Rare.
That's right.
Gold star.
Rachel, you're
going to k*ll me.
Can you make Wellington?
Is it morning yet?
Missy, why are you glazing
with butter, not egg wash?
It was egg wash, sir.
What's that in there?
That's egg.
- Egg yolk or egg white?
- Egg white.
Oh, no.
Have they all been glazed
all night with egg white?
Wrong thing, evidently.
Oh, no.
Why are Wellingtons
going in now?
We ran out, Chef.
You ran out?
Yes.
Oh, f*ck me.
Ladies, I personally don't
want to don't do this anymore.
I'm fed up with your shit.
I'm fed up with your shit.
You've been a f*cking
let down since the minute
you started cooking.
- Yes, Chef.
Then you lied to me that
the turbot was on route,
and she hadn't even gotten
it out of the f*cking fridge.
Do you want to
continue like this?
- No, Chef.
- f*ck the lot of you.
Is that clear?
Yes, Chef.
f*ck the lot of you.
Yes, Chef.
You.
Come here, you, fat f*ck.
Hey, donut, come here, you.
Hey, ladies, come here.
Let me tell you something.
There you go.
There you go.
I've had enough.
I've had enough!
I cannot believe you
are actually attempting
to f*cking win a restaurant.
Get back in your f*cking dorms.
By the time you
get back in here,
from the blue team, nominate
someone that's going tonight.
And for the red team, come back
with someone that's leaving.
Now get out!
Out!
Leave the stove!
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
has told each team
to come to a
consensus and nominate
one of their chefs to go home.
No one is safe.
I'm just trying to figure
out what happened there.
He called me a liar.
I seriously thought you
said that we were on time.
That's his job.
That's what he does.
Because you know what?
He's just making you better.
SARA: Right now is the weed
out process in the game
where you take your
friendships, you put them aside,
and you want the golden ticket.
Sarah did screw up,
it got blamed on me,
and she never fessed up to it.
So now you want to
start lying to me.
I'm not lying to you, Chef.
She said that she
was ready when I am.
To have Chef Ramsay
call me a liar and--
it just breaks my heart.
Why are you so
passive aggressive?
I had no idea the shit goes on--
I'm not passive aggressive.
Sorry I made you
look like a liar.
You don't learn without
making a mistake.
That was so embarrassing.
Oh, my god.
HEATHER: The problem with
our team tonight was Tom.
The problem with the blue
team from the get go--
Tom.
We need him gone.
He has to go home.
Chef Ramsay, three services
in a row, he's blasted him,
blasted him, and blasted
him, and blasted him.
He's a salesman.
He's going to try to talk
his way into staying.
Most importantly, you
threw something in my face,
and I didn't f*cking drop ya.
That's the most important thing.
That's way out of bounds, guys.
TOM: I'm like that
piece of gum that's
stuck to the bottom of your
shoe you just can't get rid of.
You know what?
I'm going to be back tomorrow.
Let's all talk about
where we all stand here.
Let's do that.
Dude I don't want to go.
What?
I don't want to go.
I don't want to go, either.
Well, we gotta come
up with a consensus.
You've got to make a vote.
But honestly,
guys, I'm not stupid.
I know what happened
tonight, and I know you guys
are all going to vote for me.
So we might as well just come
to the conclusion right now.
Because if you
don't want to go,
you need to stick
up for yourself.
You've got to say a name.
We've got to do this as a group.
I don't know who--
not you, not you.
Maybe you, Maribel.
MARIBEL: Two things that I
think that held us back today--
the potatoes and the risotto
they had to do a few times.
Risotto is not
stacked up in a mold.
Is that difficult?
No, Chef.
So you think it's me?
I can't make a decision.
[music playing]
What I've realized tonight--
that standing in
front of me now,
sadly, is a bunch
of fast food chefs.
Unfortunately, I
haven't got a fast food
restaurant to give away.
What I've got is a
multimillion-dollar restaurant
in a billion-dollar resort.
Keith.
Yes, Chef?
You were the one bright
spot in the blue team.
Who did the blue team
nominate and why?
The blue team got
together and nominated Tom
because we just think he
was the least contributing
to getting the food out.
Sara, you showed
some initiative.
Thank you, Chef.
Who have the red
team nominated and why?
We've nominated
Virginia, Chef.
Who?
- Virginia.
- Really?
Yes, Chef.
Did you consider Rachel?
We did.
But she made not as many
mistakes as Virginia did.
Rachel.
Chef.
I think that's been your worst
performance since I met you.
Absolutely, Chef.
Step forward,
Tom and Virginia.
Tom.
Yes, Chef.
Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?
Honestly, Chef, you
can't beat me down.
You can't.
I will not give up.
I have not gotten through
that much humiliation
to give up now.
I'm going to show you
you cannot get rid of me.
You will not break me.
Virginia, tell me
why you think you
should stay in Hell's Kitchen.
I have a passion for food.
My heart and soul is in it.
If you think that I can make
it, then I want to stay.
But if you look right at me and
you honestly don't think so,
then I don't deserve to be here.
But I feel I do.
You happy now, Rachel?
No, Chef, I'm not.
You must be laughing big
time, sweetheart, yeah?
I'll take her place,
Chef, if you want me to.
That's tempting.
Rachel.
Chef?
Have they all been glazed
all night with egg white?
Wrong thing, evidently.
Oh, no.
That's for that
f*cking order there!
You're not here as a
team member, are you?
Yes, I am, sir.
You're out for
yourself, aren't you?
No, I'm not.
So where's the f*cking turbot?
The Person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is Tom.
Give me your jacket and
get out Hell's Kitchen.
All right, Chef.
I loved working
in the kitchen.
By no means am I giving up.
This is the path I've chosen.
You know what's scary?
I got to go find a job.
Hey, Chef, I need
a recommendation.
Just think long and
hard about tonight.
Because that, quite possibly,
has to be the worst service
I've ever experienced.
I really feel like
throwing the towel in,
because you guys pushed me
places I've never gone before.
Since I'm part of
the blue team now,
I definitely want the
blue team to rise above.
So without Tom, we can do this.
RACHEL: Chef had some
choice words for me tonight.
I'd work for that
man just to learn.
And I don't think
he sees that in me.
So--
VIRGINIA: Tonight
was just horrible.
The worst part of it is the
fact that we're not like a team
right now.
We're like enemies.
SARA: I am who I am.
Here's your competition.
You better watch out for me.
I'm not giving up on you guys.
But don't give up on me.
Now get out.
Good night.
Tom has got a big heart.
Sadly, he's a really crap cook.
Why on Earth he ever decided
to attempt to become a chef,
I'll never know.
NARRATOR: On the next
"Hell's Kitchen,"
the feud between Rachel and
Sara reaches its breaking point.
I could beat her ass.
Man, I'm scared.
NARRATOR: Then It's celebrity
time in "Hell's Kitchen."
Oh, my god.
NARRATOR: But at dinner service,
Chef Ramsay is all business.
This is your time to step
up and get your team together.
NARRATOR: And he kicks one of
the cooks out of the kitchen.
You're in jeopardy of screwing
the whole f*cking thing.
NARRATOR: Will dinner
be another disaster?
Where's the lamb chops?
NARRATOR: Or will Chef Ramsay
get the successful service
he's desperate for?
You've got three
tables left to go.
Hallelujah.
NARRATOR: You won't
believe what happens.
Please, please, please,
please, please, please!
NARRATOR: Find out next
time on "Hell's Kitchen."
02x04 - 8 Chefs
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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.