04x07 - 9 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

The teams were challenged

to come up with a menu

for a sweet birthday party.

Which dish do you want to

see at your birthday party?

The guys.

[cheering]

NARRATOR: The men won

a much needed victory

and got to act like

teenagers again.

During the party both kitchens

got off to a rough start.

Wake up.

It's her birthday, and

she's got nothing to eat.

f*ck off.

NARRATOR: In the blue

kitchen, Ben and Bobby

ganged up on Matt.

- How long?

Fish is in the oven.

Oh, so he's not ready.

What an idiot.

NARRATOR: And Bobby took

over Matt's station.

Move out the way.

I'm not losing.

NARRATOR: In the red kitchen,

Shayna struggled to keep up.

Shayna, hurry up.

You're just too slow.

Not good enough.

She is overweight and

she can't really move fast.

Useless fucker.

NARRATOR: And Gordon was forced

to take over Roseann's station.

Leave it and f*ck off.

Leave me alone.

NARRATOR: Problems

plagued both kitchens.

Where are the mushrooms?

Where's the Parmesan?

I've screwed up and

screwed up and screwed up.

- Come on, Christina.

- Yes, chef.

I feel like I'm doing a

bad f*cking job over here.

Well, you are, you are

No, I'm not.

Ben and Bobby are the ones

that are ruining this team.

NARRATOR: But the chefs rally

to pull off a successful party.

- Have you enjoyed the sweet ?

- Yes.

I will never forget it.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

NARRATOR: With no losing

team, each side chose

one member for elimination.

They ladies nominate Shayna.

We nominate Matty.

Matt, you hid behind Bobby.

Ben hides behind Bobby not me.

NARRATOR: And Chef Ramsay

made a shocking announcement.

First thing tomorrow morning

you're cooking with the girls.

Thank you, chef.

NARRATOR: But in the end, it was

Shayna whose dream of working

for Chef Ramsay in his

new Los Angeles restaurant

went up in flames.

[theme music playing]

And now, the continuation

of "Hell's Kitchen."

Hey, Matty,

you're quick to sell

somebody out up there, huh?

You sold me out.

You put me out there, right?

You put me out there to dry.

So the f*cking truth

came out, right?

So f*ck you, man.

You think you're f*cking great?

Your sh*t came back raw,

let's see how you do now.

I'm not on the team any

more to f*cking blame.

Who are you going to pick

on next LouRoss again?

Relax.

Relax.

- You gonna put him up there.

- Relax, man.

I'm not f*cking

afraid of anyone.

At least I don't

hide behind anyone,

and Chef Ramsay knew

that, and I proved it.

And that's why I'm still here.

Keep hiding behind Bobby

Ben, because that's

what you're good for.

Is that the best you got?

No, go f*cking quit

for another two years.

The strong stay

with the strong.

assh*le.

He is a nut job.

The girls don't even, they

don't even have an inkling

of what this guy is about.

He think y'all manipulative.

He have no idea what the f*ck he

done got his self into, though.

I didn't do anything

wrong tonight.

Yeah, why does he want

to be on our team though,

I don't understand.

You know Bobby, Bobby.

I ain't the one hiding

behind a shield.

He thinks because we're

girls we're f*cking nice dude?

We're worse than

you guys, way worse.

Believe that.

Try working with that bitch

right there. the blonde hair

f*cking devil.

Like we just got rid of

one of our weakest players,

and now they're putting

him on our team.

It's not fair, it's not fair.

It took us a while to

get Shayna out of here.

No offense to her,

but what the f*ck?

And now we have to

put up with his sh*t?

Matt is not going to

be there for long.

He's going to probably

last, I would say,

a day or two before

he's probably--

Now he's, really

getting voted off.

He's not on our team, dude.

I'm sorry, he's blue and

he'll always be blue.

NARRATOR: It's a new

day and a new team

lineup in Hell's Kitchen.

Good morning.

Good morning, chef.

- How are you feeling, Matt?

- Great, chef.

Good.

What was it like

being with the girls?

Women.

Chefs, it doesn't

matter, girls or guys.

Ben, are you missing Matty?

- Can't say that I am, chef.

- No?

No.

Does he make you nervous?

No, no, no, not at all.

We're just glad that

he's f*cking gone.

And, you know, we're just

sick of looking at his face.

Now, I got up

early this morning,

and I was cooking some

dishes for you guys.

Yeah, cooking because

I want you to taste.

That's the test this morning.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay

has prepared three dishes

to test the chef's palates.

First, simple, classic

chicken Parmesan.

Each dish is missing one

key ingredient, the meat.

Let's go.

Taste the cheese.

NARRATOR: What the

chefs don't know

is that the chicken isn't really

chicken, it's soy protein.

Which ingredient do

you think is missing.

It's missing some garlic.

Salt, little bit of pepper.

The pasta is pretty bland.

I have the best

palate in the world.

I've tasted a lot of different

stuff over the years,

so I ain't worried about it.

It's processed chicken.

All right, next dish.

This is a classic beef stew.

And the beef stew is

missing, that's right the beef.

It's actually a soy

based substitute.

Tell me what ingredient

you think is missing.

No salt, no pepper.

No salt, no pepper.

The meat is--

the texture is odd.

Yeah.

The meat's overcooked.

What's happening here is the

palates are working overtime.

This next one, one

of my favorites,

this is a sausage ravioli.

NARRATOR: And the

only ingredient

missing from the

sausage ravioli?

Yeah, the sausage.

The stuffing is delicious.

The season on the

pasta is missing.

It needs more seasoning.

It's too dull.

The brown butter is good.

I don't think it's that bad.

I kind of like the exterior.

You like that, Petrozza?

Nice ravioli, that's

beautiful filling.

The ravioli, that

stuff was awesome.

It was wonderful,

wonderful, wonderful.

OK, let me tell

you what's missing

from the chicken Parmesan.

There's no chicken

in there, it's fake.

He must have got it from

a damn good vegetarian

store or something,

because I mean,

you know, it tasted like meat.

Let me tell you

about the beef stew.

There's no beef in there.

For a second I thought it

was cat, because it's stringy.

Not that I ever ate cat before.

And finally, the raviolis

that you all loved,

there's no sausage in there.

Petrozza.

- Yes.

Chef.

You were the

closest one to turn

around and identify

there was something

wrong with the beef stew.

Yeah.

Not enough.

I'm really seriously disgusted

with all your palates.

And not one of you

spotted fake chicken,

fake sausage, and fake beef.

You all have a chance

now to redeem yourself.

A blind taste test,

is that clear?

Yes, chef.

But first of all, Matt,

you look terrible in blue.

Get that on.

Yes, chef.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: The blind taste test

will help Chef Ramsay determine

who has a good

palate, something he

believes is essential

to being a great chef.

Teams are uneven.

Jen, sit down on this one.

For me, the worth

possible thing

is to be sitting

on the sidelines

while my team is

doing something.

So I was crushed when Chef

Ramsay pulled me out of it.

- Roseann.

- Yes, chef.

Step forward please.

Petrozza.

Let's go.

OK, blindfolds on please.

NARRATOR: Each chef must

attempt to identify three items.

The team with the most correct

answers will win the challenge.

First one, chicken.

It doesn't get any

simpler than that.

I think the one with the

worst palate on our team

will be Roseann

just due to the fact

that she hasn't really

tasted a lot of food

from you all over the world.

What is it?

It's white meat pork.

You're wrong.

What is it?

It's some dry ass chicken.

[cheering]

One nothing to the men.

Sweet potato.

Open up.

What is it?

Sweet potato.

Yes.

Petrozza, come on.

I'm thinking it's a turnip.

[cheering]

Wrong, sweet potato.

This is the last

one for these two.

Nectarine.

Open up.

What is it?

Nectarine.

[cheering]

Come on, big boy, what is it?

Pineapple?

Wrong, nectarine.

Petrozza, what an idiot.

b*mb

Two out of three, well done.

Two one to the girls.

OK, round two.

NARRATOR: With the

red team up by one,

Corey must now face off

against her best friend

in Hell's Kitchen, LouRoss.

Meatloaf.

NARRATOR: Neither Corey

nor LouRoss can correctly

identify meatloaf or watercress,

now they must try to identify--

Turnips.

Open up.

- Come on, LouRoss.

- What does it?

Turnip.

[cheering]

Well done.

Thank you.

What is it?

It had a taste of like

salsify or something.

Wrong, turnip.

Turnip.

Three one to the ladies.

NARRATOR: With the

red team ahead by two,

it's now culinary

student Christina

versus Executive Chef Bobby.

Shrimp.

Neither can identify shrimp.

Oh, damn.

Radish.

Open up.

It tastes similar to a radish,

but it's the wrong texture.

No, girl.

Don't overthink it

Christina, come on.

What is it?

Radish.

[cheering]

- Well, done.

Good job.

Thank you, chef.

What is it?

It's like a parsnip.

Wrong, radish.

Four for the red and

one for the blue.

Hey guys, wake up, huh?

Chopped truffle.

Open.

I know exactly what that is.

What is that?

That's truffle,

can I have some more?

What is it big boy?

A mushroom.

Jesus.

Oh my God, I

couldn't believe Bobby

didn't get truffles right.

You can smell them a mile

away before they even

get to your mouth to

know it's truffles.

NARRATOR: With a score

of five for the red team

and one for the blue, the

scene is set for a face

off of epic proportions.

Now, listen up.

There's been some great

rivalries out there,

Yankees versus Red Sox.

Go Yankees.

Tyson versus Holyfield.

Yes Now, ladies and

gentlemen, Matt versus Ben.

Let's go.

[cheering]

I went into that final

challenge with Matty,

and, you know, I

was pretty psyched.

It's not like Matty's actually

f*cking competition anyway.

The final round, yes?

This is something different.

You're now going to be

tasting something I've made.

In this dish, there

are ingredients.

We'll alternate.

We'll start with Ben and

we'll alternate to Matt.

As you list an ingredient,

yes, you score a point.

Simple as that.

Yes, chef.

- Yes, chef.

- Come on, Matty.

Keep it simple.

Come on, Matt.

I am a little

worried about Matt.

You know, I don't think

he has a very good palate.

And ten ingredients is

enough to change the tide.

In you go.

Careful it's hot.

NARRATOR: In this

round, Matt and Ben

will receive one point

for each ingredient

they successfully identify.

With ten possible ingredients

and a score of five to one,

it's still anyone's game.

Ben, one item in that dish.

Clams.

Congratulations.

[cheering]

Five for the ladies,

two for the men.

Matt.

- Potato.

Potato.

Congratulations.

Keep it going, Matt.

Ben, name me a third

ingredient in that dish.

Cream.

Good.

Matt.

Thyme.

Good.

Ben.

Celery.

Congratuations.

That

I tasted onion, chef.

Congratulations.

[cheering]

OK.

Ben, name me one more

ingredient in that dish.

NARRATOR: With only

four ingredients left,

Ben must get every

remaining guess correct

if the blue team

is to have any hope

of staying in the competition.

I'm going to just have

to say it has to have

some fresh parsley in it.

Congratulations.

Good job, Ben.

Nice job.

Nice job.

This

If Matt gets this next

question right, it's over

and the ladies have won.

It will be nine

to five and there

won't be sufficient ingredients

left within that dish

for the blue team to pull back.

Matt, name me one more

ingredient in that dish.

I tasted carrot also, chef.

Matt, you're right.

[cheering]

Blindfolds off.

Ten degrees in a basic

clam chowder, well done.

[cheering]

MATT: It's a great

introduction to the red team.

Ben, and you wanted me off

your team, what can I say?

Matt.

Yes, chef.

Well done.

Thank you, chef.

I'm pissed off right now.

I don't really want to

f*cking talk about Matt.

Blue team, punishment.

First off, we've been upstairs

in the dorms for a while,

so I think they're ready for

a nice, good, old fashioned

spring clean, yes?

[cheering]

From floor to ceiling, you're

going to be turning us beds

upside down, I want

the fridge cleaned out,

I want the floor

Hoovered, toilet bowls.

You name it, I want it done.

The dorms are dirty right now.

It's like a frat house

and a sorority house

that mashed up together.

I want everywhere spotless.

All right, red team.

- Yes, chef.

I can't call you girls

any more can I, Matt?

Nope.

No, unless you lift

them up a little bit.

OK, congratulations, well done.

Honestly one of the

most amazing rewards,

the patio has been

transformed into a luxury spa.

[cheering]

You will be having the

most amazing massage,

facials, manicures,

pedicures, you name it.

We've got a team of

specialists to buff

you up and make

you look handsome

and pretty and gorgeous.

We've been

praying for spa day.

Yeah, you need

to fix that weave.

One more thing.

We're open for dinner tonight.

Let's go.

[cheering]

This is awesome.

Oh, wow.

Hi, welcome.

Thank you.

Please come get

some champagne.

Wow, what a transformation.

When we walked out to the

patio, I felt complete joy

and I was just like

so relieved to finally

be able to kind of

let loose and just

relax and have a great day.

This is like the

best reward ever.

They want to talk

about us being pigs,

I've haven't cooked a

f*cking thing in here yet.

This place is

f*cking disgusting.

It was tough, you know?

Because I really could of

used some therapeutic rub

kind of thing.

Chef Ramsay wasn't

playing around

when he said the place needed to

be cleaned from top to bottom.

There was hair and there was

like women's hair all in the--

Somebody was like losing a

lot of hair in the bathroom.

Guys, I'm getting

a chocolate mask.

Don't eat it, Matt.

I hope they have eyebrow wax.

This metrosexual

is getting done up.

So wonderful.

Matt, you made a good

choice of switching.

Perfect timing.

Plus I had to

help you guys win.

I know Matt glad

he's on our team now.

Jen, know what?

Huh?

Someone's trash is

someone else's treasure.

Yeah.

They're up there

scrubbing toilets.

[phone ringing]

- Ben, it's Scott.

- Yo.

The girls are thirsty.

You're to feed the

red team Ice tea.

Yes, sir.

I gotta go downstairs and pour

iced tea in their glasses.

Oh boy, Matt right now he's

on his high horse today.

I don't even care about

them winning today,

just to get him off of

our team is, you know,

I'd f*cking go and

clean again if I had to.

I'm getting ready to

serve you all some drinks.

Yeah.

Please, thank you.

That's awesome.

I would actually prefer

a cheese and cr*cker

at this time, thank you.

Please and a fig too.

Do you know what an idiot

you look like right now?

That's all right,

but it feels good.

- Would you like some tea?

- Sure.

Do you want me to

pour it down your throat

or leave it to the side?

- Leave it to the side.

OK.

I love the fact that they

had to go clean toilets.

I wish it was Ben scrubbing

the bottom of my toes.

Adios.

You guys need anything you

just holler at me, all right?

That was fun, Bob.

I hate you missed that.

Matt, I'm just letting

you know your next to go so.

I'll tell you why I don't

care when they send me home,

but I want to see

Ben leave before me.

So let's kick ass tonight.

It's always the goal.

NARRATOR: After suffering

a humiliating defeat

to the women's team,

which now includes Matt,

the blue team is more

determined than ever

to win dinner service.

We're ready.

Yeah, Trozzy.

I want to win

this dinner service.

I wanted it bad.

If Matt does good and the red

team does good and we do bad,

we look like assholes.

All right, who see something

that needs to be done badly?

See anything?

Matt, do you want to

do some poached eggs?

You need poached eggs, yeah.

This is my perfect opportunity

to show the guys it's them

and not me, that

they made a mistake.

I need to win tonight,

I need redemption.

I need redemption.

I'm definitely not

happy by the addition

to our team tonight.

The girls are definitely

going to give Matt hell.

Don't mess with a

boy from Brooklyn.

Just make the f*cking

sorbet and shut up.

I'm just pumped up

being on the red team.

I see a capital

V for us tonight.

It's moments away from the

opening of Hell's Kitchen

and Chef Ramsay has some

final words for both teams.

A quick briefing.

Everybody ready for

a great service?

Yes, chef.

You guys had a

big disappointment

in the taste challenge.

Yes?

Make it up, come back,

show me what you've got.

You don't want to go home.

So no more special

events, no more family

nights, no more sweet 's,

tonight is back to fine

dining menu.

Big night tonight, yes?

Yes, chef.

Let's go.

Jean-Phillippe, get off the sun

bed and open the Hell's Kitchen

please.

NARRATOR: It's

the seventh dinner

service in Hell's Kitchen.

And with a team shakeup,

the aspiring chefs

are eager to prove themselves.

Blue team, we ready?

We're going to

win tonight ladies.

- Roseann.

- Yes, chef.

God help you if

you f*ck these things

to oblivion tonight, yes?

I'm looking forward

to dinner service

tonight, I know I'm going

to be on top of my game

and stay focused, communicate.

That's what I need to do to stay

in the game and stay strong.

Let's go.

On order, four covers,

table six-- two risotto,

two scallop entree,

one salmon, one

beef Wellington, one chicken.

Yes, chef.

No answer from

f*cking laid back Ben.

He's more laid back

than an ironing board.

Can I have an answer

please, chef Ben?

- Yes, chef.

- Thank you, chef Ben.

NARRATOR: The men get started

on their first orders.

Meanwhile in the red kitchen,

the pressure is on Roseann

to deliver her first appetizer.

Hello, hello.

f*ck off will you?

Hey you, come here.

Madame, come here.

Yes, chef.

Oh, look at the

color of the scallop.

Cooked the f*ck one side,

nothing on the other, yeah?

f*ck off.

I want one more portion

of scallops now, yeah?

Yes, chef.

Come on, Roseann,

pull it together.

You can do it.

- All right.

Do it for Staten Island.

Put a little

love into it, yeah?

Roseann was just

pretty much not ready.

She wasn't prepared

on the fish station.

I tried to give her

advice, but she's

just like very scatterbrained.

I think that

there's a big chance

of something going wrong.

- Unbelievable.

Service please.

Scallop in the window.

Very nice.

So now, you know how

to cook a scallop.

You know how to cook it now.

Yes, chef.

I was really excited that I

got it right, because I started

off with the wrong foot.

Yeah, wake up, madame, yeah?

OK, chef.

minutes into

dinner service,

customers in the red

dining room are finally

enjoying their appetizers.

That's really good.

That is good.

In the blue kitchen,

LouRoss and Bobby

will have to work together to

complete the scallop appetizer.

Where's the scallops?

Come on, LouRoss, you need

to start making these eggs.

Look at me, look at me.

These scallops are f*cking

cooked, are you ready?

- Five minutes.

- f*ck off, five minutes.

Bobby, you can't just keep

on looking out for yourself,

you've got to talk.

Chef, he told

me it was coming.

It was here.

He told me to fire them,

that's why I'm f*ring them.

I'm not f*ring them

just to be f*ring them.

Unfuckingbelievable.

You know, it's all

about a timing system,

because I'm way

faster than LouRoss.

So when I needed the eggs

I needed them, you know?

When I want it, I want it.

Hurry up, LouRoss.

Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: While the blue

kitchen waits on LouRoss

to complete their

appetizers, the red kitchen

is moving on to entrees.

On order, six

couples table .

Two salmon, two Wellington,

one chicken, one beef,

one Wellington medium, yes?

Yes, chef.

Is that water fired?

No, I guess not.

Don't fire it yet.

Hey, look at me.

Don't dare start

calling tables away.

Yes, chef.

Chef Ramsay, he

got it out for me.

He supposedly

likes vocal people.

He want a leader, he want

somebody to stand out.

Now, I guess he's on his period

or whatever today so he gets

pissed off at me when I try

to be vocal or be the leader.

All it does is just

confuses everybody, yes?

Yes, chef.

Look at me.

I'll call out the orders

you f*cking cook, OK?

- Yes, chef.

- Let's get that right.

Five minutes on

the next ticket Jen?

I always knew that Jen would

be the one to undo Jen.

How are you doing, Jen?

After she got yelled

at, she just shut down.

Jen.

Jen.

While wounded Jen

tries to recover,

over in the blue kitchen LouRoss

is doing his best to impress.

Where's the Caesar salad?

Beautiful.

Hey, LouRoss, nice, wow.

Hey, make sure every

portion is like that now.

Yes, chef.

Chef Ramsay actually

loved what I cooked.

So I was pretty stoked.

NARRATOR: While LouRoss takes

a moment to enjoy his success,

Roseann is picking up the pace.

Let's go.

Service please.

Oh f*cking now,

what is she doing?

Put the pan down.

Put the pan, put the pan down.

Just f*cking let go.

This is where you are.

Just stop.

This is where you are.

Touch that.

Hey, just come here.

f*cking come here all of you.

You as well, stuffy face.

I don't know what it is with

you, but you've given up

and it f*cking shows.

Just the way you mope,

the way you turn,

and the f*cking chips

on your shoulder.

I've had enough.

Well, what the f*ck?

You don't want me

to say nothing,

so I'm not going to say sh*t.

Now that I'm not

saying nothing now

you're pissed off because

I'm not saying nothing.

I just can't win for losing.

Touch that.

sh*t.

Yeah, sh*t.

f*cking right it's sh*t.

Did it hurt?

No, chef.

f*cking sue me.

Hey, and look at me,

hey, because the response

is f*cking shocking.

No one gives a damn.

Now, I've got raw, stone

cold f*cking langostino.

Raw, stone cold langostino.

Yes, chef.

I'm going to fix it right now.

One minute, one minute.

You've got too much oil.

Chef, take your

f*cking garnish back.

NARRATOR: With the red

team losing their momentum,

Chef Ramsay looks

to the blue kitchen

to come through

with their orders.

Ben?

Sir?

Yeah, quickly, yeah.

Look at them, speedily,

quickly, yeah.

Just touch that.

You can actually see

how pink it is already.

f*cking hell.

I just want you to

know what you're doing.

None of you are communicating.

No one's going together.

No one's making eye contact.

And no one's reminding

each other as a team.

Chef, I'm not used

to the brigade system.

But it takes a little

time to get adapted to it.

And that's it.

Do you know what?

What's up?

You are so f*cking sad, eh?

Every time I ask you something,

you give me the limpest excuse.

You know that?

I'm just being

honest with you.

Yeah, I know

you're being honest.

I'm being f*cking

honest with you.

OK.

I love it.

He's getting his

ass kicked tonight.

You're one of the most

f*cking saddest I've

ever met in a f*cking kitchen.

It takes a little time.

I can't get used to this.

Sounds like that f*cking

weirdo on Doctor Phil.

Come on, Ben,

what's the matter?

I'm about to snap with you.

What's the matter, Ben?

I'm not there anymore?

How long, Ben?

Two minutes.

Two minutes.

NARRATOR: The men

can't seem to work

together, but can the women?

Mannie, do you have a moment?

Yeah, where do you need me?

Can you take that

beef to the pass?

You got it.

Hello!

Where's the beef?

Looks good.

All right, chef,

coming to the window now.

Let's go.

Nice that you cooked the beef.

Christina?

Yeah, chef?

That thing's perfectly cooked.

Yes, chef.

Oh, I was so proud.

And I think as

more time goes on,

I just get more confident,

more confident, more confident.

Nicely cooked.

- Thank you, chef.

- f*ck the thank you.

Just concentrate.

Hay, that's one, we

got more to go.

Yes, chef.

Don't start peeing

your f*cking knickers.

Yes, chef.

Service.

NARRATOR: More than

half of the red diners

are enjoying their entrees.

It looks real good.

It's really good.

NARRATOR: Diners

on the blue side

are also eating

anything they can find.

This is really

embarrassing, you know?

I don't want to have to eat

a snack at the restaurant.

They got their main

course over there already.

It's been an hour.

We're almost out of bread.

Hey you, just

come here a minute,

just turn around and

look at the f*cking--

It's a disaster.

No, come here, come here.

Crap on top of crap, on top

of crap, on top of crap.

My station was messy.

There's no question about it.

Just look here.

Look at here.

Look, look, from there

to there, get clean.

Yes, chef.

I wasn't as organized as

I could have been, period.

I usually have people

cleaning up after me

but certainly not here.

Look at the mess.

If you could help me tear

some of this stuff down,

that would be awesome.

NARRATOR: While Petrozza

tries to clean up his act,

Chef Ramsay has a few

choice words for--

- Matt!

- Yes, chef.

Come here.

Taste that.

Yes, chef.

Salad.

Very nice.

- Thank you.

- Best risotto of the night.

- Thank you, chef.

Yeah, f*ck the thank you.

Let's go.

That's delicious, that.

It's the best feeling

I ever had in my life.

I want to hug the man.

Yes.

Yo, taste this.

He f*cking said this is the

best risotto he ever had.

Nice.

I want to thank my

wife and my best friend

and Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott,

Chef Gloria, thanks a lot

for helping me be

what I am today.

I love it over here.

You're my girls.

NARRATOR: Matt revels

in a rare compliment.

Meanwhile, in the blue

kitchen, Chef Ramsey

looks to Ben for the entrees.

How long for those

two Wellingtons?

I have that Wellington, chef.

Come here.

What is going on?

You've got one?

Which one have you got?

I've got both of

the Wellingtons, OK?

Listen to me.

Which one is ready?

There is nothing ready

on that ticket, yet.

I'm aware you've got them.

I need to tell the

customers how f*cking long?

Give me six

minutes, please, chef.

For a well-done Wellington?

Yes, chef.

Back at home I ran kitchens

for years and, you know,

no problems.

It's just, he comes

over there and he

just gets so f*cking riled up.

And then he gets you

all fluster f*cked

and you don't know

what you're doing.

- Petrozza.

- Yes?

Where's the mise en

place for the lamb.

Because I'm going

to be three short.

I'll wrap you some lamb.

Hey, hold on a minute.

Hey, come here, you.

Yes, chef.

Say that again.

What's on that ticket?

Come on.

: .

What time is it now?

: .

You are joking, aren't you?

We've run out of lamb?

There are five of the f*cking

entrees and you tell me now?

I've got it, chef.

I'll take care of it.

Ah, f*ck.

Damn Jen, and I was

the problem over there.

Ben wanted to use me as a

scapegoat and put me out there

and say I'm the weakest

and I hide behind everyone.

The scapegoat is

no longer there.

And you got no one to blame.

You can't cook, buddy.

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

- Can you f*cking wake up?

- Yes, chef.

I'm coming to

the end of it now.

NARRATOR: The blue

kitchen is stalled as Ben

rushes to prepare the lamb.

Meanwhile, the red team

keeps the entrees coming.

Hello.

You, you as well, hey, yeah?

You may learn something.

It's f*cking raw.

Hay madam?

Yes, chef.

It's raw.

Yes, chef.

Chef told me I definitely had

to watch my P's and Q's tonight

because, you know, tonight was

like my night to do better.

And I'd say I had some

what you'd call mess ups.

I just let myself down.

- How long for that salmon?

I need five minutes, chef.

Have you got the

garnish for the salmon?

No, I didn't hear that either.

Hey, you know you look

at me when you talk to me.

I just said no.

I was putting my

food in here, chef.

Hey, look at me.

You're one f*cking cocky

lady for someone that

knows jack sh*t, you know that?

- Yeah, sure.

You're so far up

your own ass, you don't

know how f*cking cocky you are.

He said I was cocky.

But it's like, what the f*ck?

I act humble every

time I see him.

So how the f*ck am I cocky?

That's there, ready, beef

sliced, sauce ready, garnish

there, salmon, not ready.

It's the story all night.

You can't even get two

f*cking dishes together.

That's how sh*t you've been.

f*ck it.

f*ck off.

Do the f*cking table again.

I've had enough.

OK?

Not good enough for me.

I've had enough, enough!

I can't please that man.

And then for him to

turn around and throw

a f*cking full-ass tray

of food on my station

like I'm some type of dog?

Don't nobody disrespect

me like that.

I'm getting tired of

this sh*t right now.

I really am.

I've had enough.

I can't tell you

anything anymore.

I can't even give

you any direction.

Do you know why?

You're undirectable.

Because it's like, oh, really?

And you?

Yes, chef.

Yeah.

Ugh.

I don't even know

if I deserve to stay.

Because after

tonight's performance,

I know I let the chef

down and I let myself down

and I let my daughter down.

And that's hurting me

the most right now.

f*cking pathetic

bunch of f*cking women.

NARRATOR: It's and /

hours into dinner service

and no food is coming

out of either kitchen.

It's been an hour since

we had our appetizer.

NARRATOR: However,

on the blue side,

food is coming back

into the kitchen.

What table is that?

Blue side, sir.

They requested well done.

And it's blood all over.

Oh, f*cking hell.

There you go.

There you go.

Requested well done.

Now look at it, then.

Schmuck!

Jerk!

I have a lot of pride

in myself and what I do.

I'm just going to keep working

and try and get the food out.

That's all you can do.

Anything to say?

It's easy for you.

That's your f*cking problem.

You've had it f*cking easy.

You're not even busting a gut.

Karma really bites

you in the ass.

The whole f*cking night

you've taken it easy.

And listen, hey,

hey, look at me.

Stop it.

Switch it off.

You're not sending any

more sh*t out of here.

You've sent enough.

Take it easy.

You deserve it.

You've had a hard night.

- Are we done?

Because if we're not,

I'm going to complete

my station tonight, chef.

Shut it down.

Turn it off.

Are you thick?

Stop it.

Tonight, we were

overconfident, lazy, slow,

and somewhat pathetic,

both kitchens.

There was one chef

that bounced back.

Matt, well done.

Thank you, chef.

That was the best

risotto that's ever

gone out in Hell's Kitchen.

Thank you, chef.

Why you've waiting this

long to start doing that,

I don't know.

Because the women listen

to me and show me respect.

The losing team is the men.

I've had enough.

Each individual come

up with one nominee.

Now chef--

Now f*ck off to your dorms.

I'm on cloud nine right now.

I've been getting my ass

kicked at Hell's Kitchen

since day one.

And it's about time I shined.

That was the best

compliment I ever got.

That was a very

good compliment.

It was a good compliment.

That was f*cking tight, bro.

I'm very humble about it.

NARRATOR: After what was clearly

Ben's worst dinner service,

he gets strategic.

I'm nominating myself.

Because I ain't selling

the three of you guys out.

Who you putting up, Bob?

I'm going with that, too.

Everybody want

to go with that?

What are you going

to do, Louross?

I am definitely not

going to nominate myself.

I know I did a good job today.

It feels like Ben is trying

to play everybody for a fool.

I busted everything out.

Yeah, you don't

have to nominate

yourself if you don't want to.

I wish Louross

would just man up.

Maybe We should

nominate his ass.

Hey, me and you and

Petrozza are tight.

Alls we'd have to do is tell

Petrozza to come in here

and he'd do it.

You know what I'm saying?

You want to play that game?

Yeah.

Petrozza!

Louross, I got mixed

feelings about him.

He hasn't contributed.

And he's probably the

weakest one on the team.

We're thinking about

nominating Louross.

Your lying.

It was Bobby's idea.

I can't nominate Louross.

Charlie, this is serious, OK?

Stop and think.

I mean, he's done nothing

in the challenges, you know?

I mean, he's--

I can't nominate Louross.

He did good tonight.

How do I nominate him?

OK, the safe thing to do

is to nominate each other.

That way we're

all four up there.

And he just picks one of us.

Right.

I mean, I don't know

what the f*ck to do.

You nominate me, I

nominate you, that's it.

OK, done.

I haven't made

my decision yet.

I wouldn't know.

I don't know yet.

I don't know.

Hey, do we have

an understanding?

Are we good?

Gentlemen.

Yes, chef.

Difficult decisions?

Yes chef, very difficult.

First off, Louross, who

are you nominating and why?

I'm nominating Ben, chef.

Today it was a rocky start.

But I still held my ground down.

I'm not being heard out

and that's how I feel.

You know what I'm saying,

I won't sugarcoat anything.

I don't even fake the funk.

It just felt like every single

time, I'm just like, yo,

you know, anyone

going to listen to me?

That's-- I don't even got

nothing to say no more chef,

I'm sorry.

I think after that, I get it.

Bravo.

Thank you, chef.

You've just grown

two more inches.

Ben, whose dreams are you

shattering this evening?

I'm going to lean towards

Louross on this one.

Louross?

Yes.

You've got it in for that

little fellow, haven't you?

Bobby, who and why?

Tonight I'm

nominating Petrozza.

I don't think that

his heart is directly

towards being an executive

chef in a gourmet restaurant.

- Petrozza.

- Yes, chef?

Who are you

nominating and why?

This is a tough decision chef.

Yeah?

Fire away, big boy.

They are all being clearly

honest, slightly vindictive.

You speak from the heart,

like you've been doing.

I'm going to

nominate myself, chef.

I can't pick any of these guys.

They work too hard.

And we came in today and

worked our asses off, you know?

I tried to get the job done.

I just, I wasn't a star

in that spot today.

Your level of

maturity stands out.

You're the most gracious

man on that team.

Thank you, chef.

OK, the one person leaving

Hell's Kitchen tonight--

Ben, take off your jacket

and leave Hell's Kitchen.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for the opportunity.

You're welcome.

I gave %.

I gave everything I had.

I put everything into it.

You know in your heart if

I'm the one for your kitchen

or not.

And I'm not going

to blow smoke up

your ass to try and get there.

Tonight we forget

everything that's happened

and we put it behind us.

Yes, chef.

Now it's time to show how much

better you're capable of being.

I'm definitely going

to win this competition.

I'm sharper.

I'm faster, you know?

I've been training.

Watch out for Bobby.

I'm taking this

whole competition.

Red team.

Yes, chef.

It's fine against three.

I need a volunteer

to go onto the blue.

I'd rather be called

a woman all day long

than go back to the

f*cking blue team.

Let me know first

thing in the morning.

Yes, chef.

Get some sleep.

Petrozza.

- Yes, chef?

You're a gentleman.

Thanks, chef, it means

a lot coming from you.

I already feel like a winner.

I already feel like a winner.

But I've got a long way to go.

Ben left a manual labor

job shoveling ditches

to get back into cooking.

But all he did in Hell's Kitchen

was dig himself into a hole,

a hole too deep to get out of.

NARRATOR: Next time on

"Hell's Kitchen," someone

has to go to the blue team.

I think it's the best thing

for you to go over there.

You should be able

to rise above them.

Corey is a

manipulative ass bitch.

NARRATOR: And then,

at dinner service--

Tonight, we have two of

America's finest food critics.

NARRATOR: With the

added pressure.

Would you serve

that to the critic?

No, chef.

NARRATOR: Both kitchens have

their share of problems.

f*ck, man.

They look raw.

Petrozza, you deserve to lose.

I'm nervous with

you in the kitchen.

NARRATOR: But one chef--

Did you cut yourself?

NARRATOR: Cuts more than corner.

Where has the top

of the finger gone?

Gross.

Check in the pancetta.

NARRATOR: And with

the reputation

of Hell's Kitchen on the line--

Critics, critics, critics,

you just screwed your team.

NARRATOR: Chef

Ramsay hits the wall.

f*ck me.

NARRATOR: All next time

on a "Hell's Kitchen"

you have to see to believe.