NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen."
You all have pallet
like cow's backsides.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay tested
the chefs' taste buds.
I'm a supertaster.
Like, I ate dirt as a kid.
Wrong.
NARRATOR: And a near
perfect Virginia
led her team to victory.
Three out of four.
Very well done.
Thank you.
Virginia did the best.
Whoopie frigging do.
NARRATOR: Even though they won,
the red team was in turmoil.
Virginia and Sarah
continue to feud.
I thought you were
actually like a good person.
Shame you're that shallow.
NARRATOR: Maribel is homesick.
It's hard.
I miss my family.
NARRATOR: And Rachel's
closest ally, Heather,
was on the opposing team.
If I go you better win.
If you go, I will cry.
Stop it.
NARRATOR: Then, at dinner,
Virginia was at her best.
RAMSEY: Salmon's
cooked beautifully.
Thank you, Chef.
NARRATOR: While Rachel
was at her worst.
It's barely edible.
Do you want to go home?
That man will not break me.
NARRATOR: In the blue
kitchen, Keith took control.
Cut that one and
go right on it.
NARRATOR: And received
a rare compliment.
Has anyone ever actually
told you how good you could be?
No, Chef.
NARRATOR: The red team lost.
Virginia was chosen
the best of the worst.
Nominate two of your
teammates for elimination.
NARRATOR: First,
she trashed Sarah.
She made me look like a liar.
NARRATOR: But then she
nominated Rachel and Maribel.
Rachel, take your jacket off.
You don't quit having the
dream because of one night.
[theme music]
NARRATOR: And now, the
continuation of "Hell's
Kitchen."
Although the red team has lost,
the chef feeling the most pain
is on the blue team.
I know you are.
I'm extremely sad
that Rachel's gone.
I'll have her in the back of
my head going, come on, girl.
You can do it.
Come on.
I'm definitely
going to miss her.
Yeah.
I'm like not that I thought
that he would pick you,
but you know, what I'm saying?
Whatever.
She can say whatever she wants.
Now that I'm still here.
I can't allow anyone to
make me feel like I'm small
or I'm not capable of
doing what I know I can do.
That's what I'm dreading.
Nope.
Man, I'm not saying
she's not good.
I'm not saying that at all,
but she ain't untouchable.
That's for damn sure.
Heather and Garrett,
they're both pretty strong.
Heather might be
a little stronger.
I don't think she's
as strong as me.
They're f*cking done.
The girls are done.
Heather was their heart, and
Rachel was their backbone,
and that's all gone now.
We've got this f*cking
thing in the bag.
All we gotta do is do it.
NARRATOR: After a late
night, the only thing up
is the sun and the sous chefs.
Wake up, everybody.
Time to get up.
Rise and shine.
This morning I was
snoozing and Chef
Scott came in with Chef Mary-Ann
going vroo, time to get up.
Up, up, up, up.
Blue team jumped up.
We were ready.
Man, I thought this
was over, you know?
Not again.
Get up.
Let's go.
Everybody outside in
front of Hell's Kitchen.
Let's go.
Pull up to the market
with butterflies.
The anticipation is
so nerve wracking
when we're on these challenges.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
believes that it
is impossible to
have quality cuisine
without the freshest
ingredients.
Morning.
Morning, Chef.
We're here for one reason,
one reason only, inspiration.
And that's your
challenge for today.
To go around this
market and be inspired
and create a three course meal.
You've got just minutes
to complete that menu.
Now, move your asses.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: In this test of
inspiration and creativity--
Do you want to
do some prosciutto?
NARRATOR: Each team must find
all the necessary ingredients
to prepare an appetizer,
entree, and dessert
to impress Chef Ramsay.
We can do a spinach sun.
Let's just do the soup.
Virginia was the one who
was taking the initiative
to build the menu, and it's a
little frustrating because I
know what I can do with a team.
That's why I'm here.
Come on, you guys.
Let's walk down the
middle, you guys.
NARRATOR: Virginia takes charge
of the menu for the red team.
Guys, you have
minutes left.
NARRATOR: But at
the halfway mark,
neither team has decided
all their dishes.
Here it is.
For dessert, what am I doing?
Heather, she gets flustered.
I don't know.
Yeah, but look at
all these fresh fruits.
As long as those
desserts come out money,
we're gonna take those girls
down on the right side.
NARRATOR: The red team
is ready to purchase
their entree, a dish
Virginia thinks will attract
Chef Ramsay's attention.
The biggest breasts.
They're huge breasts.
Virgina, she wants
to be a leader,
but I don't feel that
she has it in her.
We're all picking
up the wrong thing,
not getting enough things.
You know, forgot
the flavor liqueur.
Going the wrong direction.
Where the f*ck?
Three minutes left, guys.
It was insanity.
seconds left.
[inaudible].
Yeah, get a red pepper.
WOMAN: Let's go.
Thank you.
All right, guys,
pull it together.
Come on.
Come on, sir.
Sir, please.
, , , , .
Time is up.
We're done.
NARRATOR: With the
shopping completed,
both teams must
prepare a three course
meal in one hour that will
satisfy one of the greatest
chefs in the world.
You have one hour,
guys, one hour.
Hey, with those
peppers, make sure you
roast the shit out of them.
- Burnt soup?
A lot of the ideas were my
ideas, so maybe I'm the leader,
but I like to think that we're
all leading our own dishes
with the help of others.
Blister the f*ck out of them.
That's a hot, hot pan.
That's going to burn.
I'm checking it.
Don't worry about it.
I really don't feel like
they have confidence in me.
I mean, I totally
think that they thought
that I was going to screw up.
Ask him to do things.
I'm going to get dessert.
Who's-- Garrett,
you'll do appetizer?
Yeah, me and Garrett are
going to do both together
over here next to each other.
I didn't want to put too much
responsibility on Garrett,
you know, because he's
kind of like the weakest
with the knowledge.
You want this thing
done the same way, right?
Yeah, we just need a
little bit of each kind.
Are you gonna blend that soup
or did you already blend it?
I'll blend it right now.
SCOTT: seconds.
Right here on
top of the crepes.
MARY-ANN: All right, guys, stop.
Everything up here, please.
NARRATOR: It's now
time for the teams
to present their market
inspirations to Chef Ramsay.
First up, the appetizers
from Sarah and Garrett.
Garrett, what is it?
What we have here is a roasted
corn scallop and shrimp bisque,
Chef.
Presentation, looks nice.
I'm just really concerned
about that sharp spiky tail
there that we couldn't see.
Put your finger
on the end there.
Out your finger
on the end there.
Ouch.
Yeah.
If I'd swallow that, I'd
be on the way to hospital.
If you order shrimp, guess
what you automatically assume?
That there's going to be a
tail on there, Old Gordo.
Sara?
This is a bell pepper soup.
It's a shame, because the
color looks really appetizing,
but the minute you
taste it, it's burnt.
Hey, with those
peppers, make sure you
roast the shit out of them.
It was my fault. I told Sarah
to char the hell out of them,
but then again, she
didn't say no either.
Virginia wants
some time to shine,
but cherry bell peppers
weren't the best.
What a shame.
Slight advantage to
the blue team there.
Just a slight.
Entree, let's go.
Wow.
Virgina?
A chicken roulade stuffed
with Mexican hard salami,
sliced tomatoes, and garlic.
How many chickens are there?
That's one chicken
breast, Chef.
Your bird's got big breasts.
Thank you.
We haven't even got
that sophisticated
yet in Hell's Kitchen
with our own chicken dish,
so I'm quite pleased
you've come up
with something inspirational.
Thank you, Chef.
NARRATOR: Virginia's
chicken breasts
have satisfied Chef Ramsay.
Now, it's up to
Keith and his entree.
I got a bone-in pan roasted
rib eye with a tomatillo
and smoked chili demi.
Uh-huh.
The steak's cooked perfectly.
Delicious, in fact.
And even though the
vegetables look a mess,
they actually taste quite nice.
Thank you to you both.
Thank you, Chef.
NARRATOR: Now, the final course
with Maribel and Heather,
and it all comes down
to their desserts.
My hands were
literally shaking
underneath that platter.
because I didn't want the
girls to say that it was
my fault, that I screwed it up.
Wow.
Heather.
Fresh fruit crepes with
a mango, peach puree.
Nice.
The unfortunate thing about
them, they've gone soggy.
You know, like a soggy sandwich.
It's a great shame.
Thank you.
Maribel.
It's a strawberry
shortcake made
with like Latin ingredients.
I would have loved to
have seen more inspiration.
Yes, Chef.
However, it's
actually quite tasty.
MARIBEL: Thank you, Chef.
- And it's refreshing.
Quite palate cleansing.
Thank you, Chef.
I was like thank you, God.
The team winning
the challenge will
be spending some
serious time with me,
basically, a night on the town.
Sadly, the losers will
be on delivery duty.
Well, both teams,
you've put me in a very
difficult position right now.
Tough one.
The winning team
is the red team.
Well done.
- Yes.
- Well done.
Thank you, Chef.
Thank you, Chef.
Now of all the dishes that I
would choose off a restaurant
menu was the chicken.
That would be the one.
Virginia, you're on a roll.
Keep it that way.
Thank you, Chef.
Just because I might come off
to a slow start, doesn't mean I
won't finish with a bang.
I don't understand
how that won.
I'm so pissed off right now.
It's like he's
playing favorites.
Winners, start
thinking about what
you're going to
wear this evening,
and I'll see you later.
Blue team, when you hear
that horn, get off your butts
and get straight to
that delivery dock.
Yes, Chef.
He judged wrong, period.
They win with a burnt
soup and one strawberry?
Are you kidding me?
We got cheated
out of our victory.
That's such bullshit, right?
f*cking bullshit.
And he said her
soup was burnt,
and he said our soup was money.
He said our dessert was money.
We had f*cking times--
--anything.
I cannot believe
we f*cking lost.
I wouldn't even eat
that poached chicken.
It's f*cking disgusting.
f*ck them, b*tches.
There she is.
She's on board now.
[inaudible].
She's on board now, baby.
[inaudible].
We gotta send those girls home.
That's it, plain and simple.
Girls are going home.
Oh, they rolled up a chicken.
Whoop-it-i-doo.
I'm not pissed that I
just heard you talking
about my rolled chicken.
I rolled a chicken.
Whoop-it-i-doo.
Nothing against you
personally, I just
think we got f*cking cheated,
so we're going to talk shit
and that's it.
- And that's fine.
We're going to blow
right the f*ck up.
And we been getting
f*cked since the day we
walked into Hell's Kitchen.
I hope they have fun with
their consolation prize,
because that's
exactly what it is.
None of those three
will be in the finals.
We're knocking
them out right now.
They were horribly
bent out of shape today.
It was almost
intimidating with the way
they were running their mouths.
To the same degree, it was
also pathetic, because they
were such sore losers.
Chef, do you like
my chicken breast
because I'm running the show.
They're just so
negative right now.
At first, it was funny,
and now I'm ignoring it,
but nothing can really bring me
and the girls down right now.
[honking]
What was that?
NARRATOR: While the
red team relaxes,
the punishment begins
for the blue team.
Let's go.
Unload the truck, stack
everything behind the bar.
Next time you hear another
horn, come right out,
there'll be another delivery.
You want the
beast, you got him.
Watch out behind you.
There was enough wine for
like dinner services.
Looks cute.
I'm really, really, really,
really excited about going out
with Chef tonight.
Chef's been talking about
getting his groove on,
and I want to see him
move his groove thing.
I was sweating like Tom today.
Yes.
Girls, look at this.
Oh, my God.
Wow.
Hi, Chef.
There they are.
Working hard.
Let's just watch them
unload for a little while.
Say hi, Gordon.
Oh, are they flipping us off?
They flipping us off?
Wow.
Garrett flipped off Chef
Ramsey, which I don't think
that was a good idea,
and I really hope
it doesn't affect our team.
NARRATOR: While the blue team is
left to wonder if there will be
consequences to Garrett's
use of sign language,
the red team is off
for their big night.
RAMSEY: Ladies, let's go.
Thank you.
It was special.
We were treated like
we were just Hollywood.
The food was just exquisite.
And we have an extra
dish here for you guys.
Oh my goodness.
Chef was an absolute gentleman.
We had so much fun with him.
I'm batting my
eyelashes at you, Chef.
Oh, is that what that is?
It's the wine,
no more for her.
I didn't feel that Maribel or
Sarah were on the same caliber
as me at all tonight.
We don't say it out loud, but we
know that we don't really bond.
We know that we're
just in it to win it.
[honking]
We need m*therf*cking ice
machines in Hell's Kitchen.
I don't know why we're
getting ice like that.
Do what you want to us, man.
We'll just come back.
We're fine.
Heather is one tough bitch.
I'm the toughest
bitch there is.
So this place is
renowned for its steaks.
NARRATOR: Now, the red team
has moved on to entrees
at another Hollywood hot spot.
Nice and private, very nice.
NARRATOR: And Virginia
has an important question
for the owner.
What's the one key thing
that you can honestly say,
I'm saying right
when you think of it?
What can you tell me
right here right now?
I'm saying like right when--
If only she could ask it.
What have you learned now
that you didn't know then
when you opened up a place?
You need consistency.
That's it.
- I just find it--
I mean, I love the fact
that you grew so quickly.
I mean, that's so--
We were like shut up, shut up.
At what point is
Virginia not fake?
[inaudible],, but
you know, anyway--
Blah, blah, blah.
Yadda, yadda.
Virginia, she annoys me.
Thank you very
much for having us.
My pleasure.
Goodnight, G.
Goodnight, girlfriend.
[honking]
We were just in the dorms
for maybe like five minutes
and the horn goes off again.
We're like, ah, f*ck.
Cheers, everybody.
Cheers.
NARRATOR: Despite a late night--
Sara, let's go.
Blue team's already out there.
NARRATOR: Chef
Ramsey is up early
with something on his mind.
Garrett, yesterday when I
was going out with the girls,
you gave me this.
Do you want to go?
No.
I never, ever want to see
that in front of my face again.
Let's get that clear.
Yes, Chef.
Having been impressed
by both teams yesterday,
I've now decided
to let both teams
take control of your own menus.
Now, get back to your dorms,
and start putting it together.
Let's go.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: With just hours
left before tonight's service,
the teams must create and
prepare a brand new menu.
I think we should do three of
those scallops and the shrimp
and a little risotto
in the middle.
Take the tail off the shrimp.
Yeah, no doubt.
OK, the rack of lambs.
When I do rack of lamb,
what I do is I sear it,
hit it with a little
Dijon mustard.
It was so hot, it got me fired.
The owners couldn't take
it at the restaurant
that my menu was
better than theirs.
OK, do you want to add sushi
OK.
Because I used to make
sushi, and it's easy.
Can I just say something?
No.
They're both
seeing eye to eye.
I'm like the odd one out.
And you know, I'm at a point
where I'm really frustrated.
I'm just going to let them do
whatever the hell they want.
We can do a
lobster Wellington.
I just think people
would order it.
- Oh.
- Forget it.
Y'all just f*cking
figure it out then.
You've got to put in ideas.
Where are you--
Why?
So you can be like, no, I
don't want to make that.
Every idea that I had was
just shot down and just
not good enough, so whatever.
NARRATOR: Now that the
menus have been designed,
it's time for prep, and
with just over three hours
until dinner service
starts, every second counts.
I wonder where Maribel went?
Maribel is moving really
slow, which is bugging
the heck out of me right now.
She has the Chinese
disease dragon ass.
You all right, man?
You're not even talking to me?
- Nothing's the matter.
Let's get it resolved
now before this f*cking
whole day goes so f*cked.
I really don't even understand
why I need to be here today.
I have no input on
menu planning, so--
OK, guys, let's go.
OK, this is it.
Any moment now, Hell's
Kitchen is going to open.
And for the first time
ever in Hell's Kitchen,
it's the blue menu
against the red menu.
This is your moment to
shine, but it's my standards.
Any questions?
No, Chef.
Let's go.
Would you care for the
red menu or the blue menu
this evening?
I'm feeling blue tonight.
I'm ordering
from the red menu.
NARRATOR: Tonight, it's
the battle of the menus.
The red kitchen will feature
an elaborate pepper seared
bluefin and hamachi sashimi
created by Virginia,
and a Colorado rack
of lamb from Sarah.
The blue team has kept it
simple with classic dishes
like the dry-aged New
York steak from Keith,
a pear tarte tatin from
Heather, and from Garrett,
well, nothing.
Where's the risotto?
Down.
Come on, put it down,
so I can taste it.
Where's the tomato?
Keith?
- Yes, Chef?
Good man.
Let's go.
Well, it was an honor
for him to recognize
some talent in K Grease.
I'm just going to
try to k*ll it,
and K Grease should
rise to the top.
NARRATOR: Thanks to Keith--
- Let's go.
Up.
On your own, go.
NARRATOR: The blue team
is off to a strong start.
Complete, please.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: In the red kitchen--
That's raw.
NARRATOR: Not exactly
a great beginning.
Listen, Missy, I'm not going
to listen to your bullshit
to end that crap.
That's f*cking raw.
Get them in the pan.
Let's go.
Service, please.
Just let it go.
Just let it be.
It's OK.
I got it.
All right.
Is it your first
time cooking these?
What
I've been cooking
them for years.
Every time I try and
offer help, she doesn't
want to take it from me.
Hey, idiot, there's
a reason why I offer.
We're running way behind
on these appetizers.
I know, Chef.
This is your menu.
Yes, Chef.
How long for two sashimi.
Um, I need to
collect my thoughts
before I answer you, Chef.
Oh my God.
NARRATOR: With Virginia
lost in thought,
the red kitchen is
at a standstill.
Sorry, we're serving
the blue team appetizers.
The red team still aren't ready.
NARRATOR: minutes into
dinner service and appetizers
are flying out of
the blue kitchen.
Again, we're going to
have to serve the gentleman
before the lady because
they're waiting for it
to start from the red kitchen.
NARRATOR: Which has
led to customers
at the same table having very
different dining experiences.
After you.
Are you sure?
Uh-huh.
You guys, this
sashimi is f*cked up.
I was having trouble
cutting the sashimi
this evening, because the
sashimi was just too wiggly.
It got a little difficult.
- Virginia?
- Yes, Chef.
Look what you're sending me.
Come here, you.
It's just getting thicker
and thicker and thicker.
All right.
It's just fish sliced.
Yes, Chef.
That's all it is.
It's raw fish, f*cking sliced.
We still can't get that out.
I used to make
sushi, and it's easy.
OK.
- Maribel?
- Yes, Chef?
Get over Get over there.
She's not going to say
anything, and give her a hand.
What do you need help with?
NARRATOR: With Maribel's
help, Virginia has finally
solved the sashimi situation.
Unfortunately, it's
an hour into service.
Meanwhile, Keith has finished
all of the appetizers,
and Heather and Garrett
are moving on to entrees.
What in the f*ck is that?
Why is this?
Get me a duck salad now.
Got another one the way, Chef.
Why'd you serve me that
when we're doing so well?
Keith?
If there is a time to get a grip
on your team, it's right now.
Let me see that duck.
That's a little raw.
Yeah.
No.
This one.
This one.
Convection oven.
- .
Get-- move.
[honking]
When you hear that horn, get
straight to that delivery dock.
Don't look at me
like that, Garrett,
now, one more delivery.
Move.
Let's go.
What is that?
NARRATOR: The red team now
has a chance to catch up.
Service, please?
Complete table .
Oh my God, we had
another stupid delivery.
It was probably like boxes.
Go.
Table .
Let's go.
The blue team is not
going to go down easy.
You can't break us.
- Go, please.
Yeah?
NARRATOR: The red team has
now moved on to their entrees,
and Sarah has brought her lamb--
What's that?
NARRATOR: To the slaughter.
What the f*ck is that?
Missy, just what are
you doing with the lamb?
I'm learning, Chef.
You're learning?
Yes, Chef.
What do you mean
you're learning?
When I do rack of lamb.
It was so hot it got me fired.
The owners couldn't take
it at the restaurant
that my menu was
better than theirs.
Sara, what is going on?
Are you f*cking blind?
No, Chef.
What is that?
I don't know what the
f*ck you're doing.
Me neither, Chef.
That is not going
anywhere, Missy,
except in the f*cking bin.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: In the
blue kitchen, Garrett
is hoping to impress Chef
Ramsay with his first entree.
One duck, let's go.
Yes, Chef.
What's he doing to that duck?
It's white.
It's not even pink.
Watch.
That goes on there.
Watch.
Watch.
Don't move anywhere.
The rest of that
cooks it in there.
That goes into the
oven for seconds.
There you go.
Now if you run around
there, down, now off you go.
I saw Chef Ramsay
spending more
and more time on my station.
You know, it's never
a good thing when
he's just hanging out with you.
Oh, f*cking hell.
Oh my God.
Welcome to f*cking
Hell's sh*thole.
Service.
NARRATOR: Despite Garrett,
blue team entrees are being
sent out to the dining room.
I apologize again,
we have to serve
the gentleman before the lady.
NARRATOR: Which is putting
pressure on the red kitchen.
Where is the lamb?
It's working, sir.
I'm about to send the
third table of entrees
from the blue team,
and I still haven't got
a lamb out from the red team.
Yes, Chef.
Now, it's turning into being
a f*cking, big embarrassment.
Yes, Chef.
And I'm going to
kick you out any minute
now, unless you get
me a f*cking lamb.
Yes, Chef.
You know, the lamb
was a big deal,
but where was my team
jumping in, coming
in and helping me cook lamb?
I was left alone to just burn.
What is your name, first off?
- Jean-Philippe.
- Jean-Philippe?
Yes.
OK, I'm starving.
Yes, well,
unfortunately, I can't
give you any time
on how much longer
you're going to have to wait.
- Sara?
- Chef?
Come here, Missy.
Yes, Chef.
I don't know if
you're colorblind,
or you got a problem
with your f*cking contact
lenses, that is blood.
Look, it's blood.
They want it medium.
It's still f*cking rare.
Yes, Chef.
There's blood everywhere.
We still haven't sent an
entree from the red team.
Yes, Chef.
Take the lamb off the menu.
Stop it.
I don't give a flying f*ck.
You, don't dare
cook any more lam.
Jean-Philippe has taken
so much flak on the back
of your inconsistency.
Tonight, I'm just fed up.
JP just can't wait
to go out and having
little bit chill too, because
tonight I just had enough.
NARRATOR: While the red team
continues to keep their diners
waiting, the blue
team has a completed
dinner service in sight.
Heather has taken over
Garrett's meat station,
and now her steaks
are at the pass
for Chef Ramsay's approval.
- Who cooked the steak?
- I did, Chef.
It's nicely cooked.
Oh my God almighty.
Can't even take
a compliment now.
f*ck off, you go.
The only reason the
steaks were going out good
is because I did them all.
Garrett clammed up big time.
But I mean, towards the
end of the night, he-- no,
he really didn't get it towards
the end of the night either.
Oh, Christ.
NARRATOR: Now that Sara's lamb
has been pulled from the menu,
the focus turns to Maribel
on the fish station.
I think hers-- yours
is lukewarm, right?
Yeah.
It's not warm enough Chef.
Oh, come on.
Maribel?
Yes, Chef?
Where's the ticket?
Rare.
Undercooked, Chef.
Thank you, Chef.
What's the temperature
supposed to be, Maribel?
Uh, regular.
It'll be ready--
- Normal.
Normal.
Regular, oh.
I can't believe the first
thing you touch this evening
in service has come back.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: While the
red kitchen can't
seem to master the
menu they designed,
the blue team is
about to accomplish
a Hell's Kitchen first.
How about those
desserts, Heather?
Let's go.
Delivering desserts
to their customers.
OK, the last thing at absolute
final table in the dining room.
Oh my God.
Very nice job.
You saved my white ass.
NARRATOR: The blue team has
completed their first service,
while the red team still has not
successfully served an entree,
and Maribel is struggling with
the salmon dish Sara designed.
If you're going to grill a
salmon, Sara, you don't tie it
and f*cking stuff it together.
- No, Chef.
That's the third
dish from the red team
that is totally impractical.
Can we just cut the salmon into
a slice without f*cking around?
Stuffing it.
- Yeah.
Consistency?
Don't f*cking dare.
Don't f*cking dare.
Missy, Missy, come
here, you fat-mouthed,
little stupid bitch.
Yes, Chef.
You're pissing around with
something that's not working.
- Yes, Chef
- Has that f*cking clicked?
Yes, Chef.
It's f*cking rare.
Just stop.
Blue team, come here.
All of you.
I am so f*cking
determined to have
a successful completed service.
I've got tables waiting for
main course from the red team.
You get on the section
and work together.
Thank you, Chef.
I personally, I don't want to
stick around for any more shit.
What a f*cking embarrassment.
When Chef Ramsey called the
blue team over, by that time,
it was just out of control.
Just completely out of control.
NARRATOR: With help
from their competitors,
the red team finally completes
their dinner service.
Blue team.
Yes, Chef.
You completed a service.
Well done, and thank you.
Keith?
Yes, Chef.
Your best performance so far.
Great.
Garrett, you're lucky to
be in the same kitchen
as Heather and Keith.
I agree.
Sara.
Chef.
Tonight has been
your worst ever dinner
performance in Hell's Kitchen.
Yes, Chef.
Ladies, you know
damn well you lost.
You designed a menu that
was way over your heads.
Tonight there's no such thing
as the best of the worst.
You're all equal.
Go back to the dorm
and each of you
will nominate one
person for elimination.
Get out.
Red team failed.
We just couldn't do it.
We weren't good enough.
It was one of the most
horrible nights I've
ever had at Hell's Kitchen.
What the hell happened?
I haven't cooked
meat in many years.
So then why did you
suggest the lamb and say
it's so simple if it wasn't?
You know what?
We can go at this
and pick at things,
but I'm not the only one in
the whole picture that failed.
Shut up.
Oh, it's on.
It's on.
She's going down.
Maribel, where
were you during prep?
You weren't with us at all.
If you feel that's the
reason why we f*cked up today,
please elect me.
Sara likes to point fingers,
but who really screwed up today?
She did.
Everything that you
put together failed.
You think you're the
golden child of the day.
I mean, you with--
Did I say that?
She's just like
[sarcastic mocking]
She just looks like a bitch.
I'm so sick of hearing
her voice right now.
You know what the worst
part of all this is?
Is that you don't--
you say you made a mistake,
but you have no like remorse.
You don't even at
all say you're sorry.
I do have remorse.
I'm very hard on myself.
You're not even sorry.
Virginia, she's a
little snotty crabcake.
Everybody is looking
to defend themselves
in a way out of getting
pissed on, and if it's me,
bring it on.
NARRATOR: While the dream of
having a restaurant in Las
Vegas is still alive for
Keith, Heather, and Garrett,
it will soon be over for
one member of the red team.
Ladies, made your decision?
Yes, Chef.
Because I've also
made a decision.
I'm not going to listen
to your nominees.
All three of you, step forward.
Sara, why should you
stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Chef I believe
that I'm responsible
for a lot of
dynamics of the team
as far as organization,
bringing the team together.
My major mistake that I've made
thus far is I can't cook lamb,
but who can on our team?
Virginia?
Yes, Chef?
What do you think
about what Sara said.
It makes me sick.
The fact that she says that she
doesn't know how to cook lamb,
then why would she
be so confident
and lead us into
thinking that she
knew what she was doing when
she didn't have a damn clue?
Maribel?
Yes, Chef?
Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?
I think I should
stay in Hell's Kitchen
because I have a lot
of drive, and there's
a lot of things against me.
I get treated like the third
wheel when it comes to them.
I try to give them my two cents,
I feel like they pushed me out.
I could see how she
felt like the third wheel,
and that's why I kept asking
her, what do you think?
What do you want?
And I really honestly don't
feel I bully her around,
and if I do, I want to know how.
Can I just say something?
No.
Let me just give
you a little summary.
Sara, talking to you
in service tonight,
you had your head tucked
up inside your ass.
It's still f*cking rare.
There's blood everywhere.
Virginia?
- Yes, Chef.
You're as good as
what you put on a plate,
and tonight's
sashimi was shocking.
That's all it is.
Is raw fish f*cking sliced.
We still can't get that out.
And Mirabel?
Yes, Chef.
You were like a rabbit just
bobbing around the kitchen,
but accomplishing nothing.
Maribel, get over there.
The person leaving Hell's
Kitchen is Maribel.
Please take off your jacket
and leave Hell's Kitchen.
You worked hard.
You're a sweet girl,
but I need a leader,
and you're clearly not one.
Thank you, Chef.
Good night.
Yeah, Sara and Virginia
are just out for themselves.
I'm here trying
to work as a team.
I think that was my weakness.
I was myself
throughout the process.
My husband will see that,
and he'll be proud of me,
and my daughter will too, and
that's all that counts to me.
One simple message for
all of you, if you think
it's going to get any
easier, forget it.
Just right now, you've
gone up another level.
I just want to keep
proving to Chef Ramsey
that I have it in me, and I
hope that he doesn't put me
in the same category as Sara.
Because I think she's
really two-faced right now.
Virginia, she's stood up on
that chopping block three times
already.
People like her are
disposable, and it's
just all a matter of time.
Tonight I shined, and
now I'll shine even more.
The fewer the people
that are here,
the better I'll have an
opportunity to show that.
At this point, I'm pretty
much the whipping boy,
and it really sucks.
It is motivating
the hell out of me.
I am going to overcome
people with more experience.
Now that it's down to
five people the claws
are coming out.
Oh, man, it's
going to get rough.
Go and get some sleep.
Goodnight.
I'm trying to find someone
that deserves a restaurant.
Now, to run that restaurant
properly, you need a leader.
My Maribel clearly can't lead
a section let alone a kitchen.
NARRATOR: The next
"Hell's Kitchen."
- Congratulations.
- It's down to the final five.
We're all soldiers now.
We're all the strongest.
NARRATOR: And things get
ugly when a woman comes
between Garrett and Keith.
You're a liar.
He's dead to me.
NARRATOR: Then it's a trip
to Las Vegas and the Red Rock
Resort, where
they'll see the site
of the restaurant
that will belong
to the Hell's Kitchen winner.
This is it.
This is real.
NARRATOR: And at
dinner service, will
the five chefs be able to
come together as a team.
You need help?
NARRATOR: Or will old
rivalries sink the service?
You got to watch
those scallops.
Heather's just a
loud barking bulldog.
[barking]
NARRATOR: And what happens
when one of the chefs
makes the biggest mistake
you can make in a kitchen?
You're gonna k*ll someone.
NARRATOR: Find out next
time on "Hell's Kitchen."
02x06 - 6 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.