05x01 - 16 Chefs Compete
Posted: 08/12/23 16:57
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NARRATOR: Over the last four
years, dozens of hopefuls
have entered Hell's
Kitchen with a dream.
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Ah!
Oh my god.
Oh my gosh!
Aw, man.
[cheering]
MAN: Oh my god.
WOMAN: Beautiful.
MAN: This is great.
WOMAN: Amazing.
NARRATOR: But to
accomplish that dream,
they would have to please
Master Chef Gordon Ramsay.
It was just about standards.
I just want the best.
NARRATOR: And he would
put them through hell.
Tonight, it has to happen.
Get out.
[screaming]
[music playing]
f*cking wake up, or piss off.
Go again.
I just want some food now.
I don't know what to do.
NARRATOR: Some were
lost from the start.
I thought cold
water was supposed
to boil faster than hot water.
What?
NARRATOR: Others were clumsy.
Oh!
[groan]
MAN: Tom cut himself.
NARRATOR: Some cracked
under the pressure.
[crying]
I've never, never
felt so shitty.
I want to go home.
Goodbye.
He was trying to get me to
be, I guess, better than I am.
NARRATOR: Others
just went crazy.
You want to see crazy?
This is f*cking crazy.
[laughter]
[laughter]
[baby noises]
NARRATOR: For some, the
physical toll was too much.
[moaning]
MAN: Don't die on me.
Don't die on me now.
The stress shut my body down.
I won't be back.
NARRATOR: And some
even defy description.
[crying]
I can't believe I'm--
I'm cracking up right now.
NARRATOR: Most of
them would fail
to Chef Ramsay's standards.
I've had enough!
Shut it down.
Get out!
Get out.
NARRATOR: But in the end,
four great chefs would emerge.
And Chef Ramsay--
I am a very proud man.
NARRATOR: --would change
their lives forever.
This year, in the
biggest turnout
ever, thousands of chefs
from all over America
tried out, hoping to
fulfill their dream.
chefs were invited to Hell's
Kitchen to meet their idol.
Gordon Ramsay!
[applause]
Nice to see you.
How are you?
NARRATOR: But only
would be chosen--
Lacey D'Angelo, up.
[cheering]
Charlie McKay.
Yeah!
Carol Scott.
NARRATOR: --and given the
opportunity of a lifetime.
She's happy.
NARRATOR: This year's
field is the strongest
Hell's Kitchen has ever had.
Danny Veltri.
Yeah!
NARRATOR: It includes an
executive chef from Florida.
I will dwarf
everyone and make them
look like they are
nothing compared
to me, this god of cooking.
Ben Walanka.
That's it, baby!
NARRATOR: An executive
sous chef from Chicago.
I come across as intense.
I'm extremely
passionate about food,
more so than probably
anyone else I know.
Sweaty f*cking hands.
[laughter]
Colleen Cleek.
Yeah!
NARRATOR: And even culinary
instructor from Nebraska.
Very enthusiastic.
I am older, but I don't think
there's anyone out there that's
gonna work harder than I do.
NARRATOR: This year, the winner
will have the coveted position
of head chef at the luxurious
Borgata Hotel in Atlantic City.
As for the chefs, this
is by far the most
competitive group ever.
I'm ready for w*r.
I am obviously the
best cook on the team.
Are you joking me?
You couldn't cook my cock.
NARRATOR: And they
will do anything--
This isn't just a game.
I'm not your f*cking husband.
NARRATOR: --to get ahead.
Do you really want to
start something with me?
Are you calling me a fat-ass?
[screaming]
- Who is bleeding?
Who is bleeding?
NARRATOR: And Chef
Ramsay's expectations
are higher than ever.
Dirty pig.
I cannot believe
how shit you are!
Oh, god.
What the f*ck are you doing?
You're all shit.
Communicate!
NARRATOR: So get ready--
Yes!
NARRATOR: --for
the most intense--
Snap out of it.
It's time to get up.
[screaming]
I feel f*cking
humiliated right now.
NARRATOR: --most thrilling--
MAN: Eyes on the prize.
[cheeering]
NARRATOR: --most amusing--
But I've never
waited tables before.
[mumbling]
NARRATOR: --most shocking
"Hell's Kitchen" ever.
Why do I need a barf bag?
Oh--
[coughing]
NARRATOR: Quite simply--
[arguing]
This is hell.
That's the devil.
So you better be careful.
NARRATOR: --it's the
most amazing season ever
on "Hell's Kitchen."
You stupid, thick bitch.
[theme music]
Bah, ba-da bah.
Bah, ba-da bah.
Whoops, what a
mess I'm making.
NARRATOR: Immediately
after being
selected, the men's team
and the women's team
get right to work--
- Let's go.
NARRATOR: --preparing
their signature
dishes for Chef Ramsay.
Right behind.
Chef Ramsay walked by me.
And I kind of got
goose-bumpy, you know.
But, um, I'm
actually into women.
[laughter]
OK, anyone else using bacon?
Coming through.
Grab this.
I haven't been able
to find the domes.
People probably look at me
and thinking, oh, here's
another pretty girl
trying to be a cook.
But I am a hard worker.
And I can hang
with the big boys.
Just under three
minutes-- let's go.
[clapping]
When I first started
cooking, it was an easier
to get to go to my house.
Because instead of taking
them out to dinner,
I could get them home.
Food's an aphrodisiac.
Then you just pour a
little wine onto that.
And then you move
on to the next--
level.
seconds to go.
Plate up, and put them
under the domes, yes?
Anybody need
help with anything?
Where are the plates
that we put it on?
Ah!
Coming through, hot behind.
Oh, man.
Sorry.
Coming through.
GORDON RAMSAY: Three, two, one.
And stop.
Everybody stop.
Good.
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I'm very anxious to
taste your dishes.
That gives me a first
chance of getting
to know a lot about each
and every one of you.
Chefs establish
their reputations
across the world the back
of their signature dishes.
OK, time to taste.
Let's go-- holy f*ck.
Whose is this?
It's mine.
GORDON RAMSAY: Your first name?
Carol.
What is it?
CAROL: It is a roulade de
veal over caramelized onions.
Mhm.
And how old were you
when you started cooking?
Professionally, I was .
So a late starter.
CAROL: Yes, chef.
- Uh-huh.
What were you doing first?
I worked in a beauty salon.
Finally ended up in culinary.
Uh-huh.
Looks like you ended
up in the right place.
That was delicious.
Thank you, chef.
In terms of flavor,
yeah, spot on.
Thank you, chef.
To have the greatest
chef in the entire world
say my food is good, I
just wanted to dance.
I wanted to sing.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
OK.
Somebody dropped this one.
What is that?
That's mine, chef.
It is rabbit two
ways-- braised rabbit
and the grilled tenderloin.
What's with the badge?
It's my pride pin, sir.
Your pride pin.
That means I'm
openly out, sir.
I am proud that I'm gay.
I'm still one of the guys.
Same plumbing, different wiring.
GORDON RAMSAY: The actual
flavor is delicious.
Presentation-- zero.
Messy, sloppy.
Back in line.
Next, whose is this?
Uh, it's mine, chef.
Yep, step forward.
What is it?
It's a miso sake-marinated
Chilean sea bass.
GORDON RAMSAY: Mhm.
And how long have
you been cooking?
About four years, chef.
I've been cooking for
my family also, chef.
My father has lived in
the restaurant industry.
He had no time for his children.
I want to show my dad what
I can do in the kitchen.
Yeah.
One taste of that,
it's look like you've
been cooking for years.
Cooked perfectly.
Thank you, chef.
Thank you.
And where did you start cooking?
In my father's kitchen, chef.
Have you cooked him that dish?
- No, I have not, chef.
- You should.
Thank you, chef.
NARRATOR: It looks as if
having thousands of chefs
to choose from
may be paying off,
with one of the most promising
starts for a signature
dish tasting ever.
Holy f*ck.
Whose is the camel hoof?
That's mine, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Right.
You don't do small
portions, do you?
You know, don't
adjust your TV.
I got a weight problem.
I know that.
I don't care about that.
That's not who I am.
I'm the underdog, man.
I'm Rocky Balboa.
I'm ready to come out the box.
What is it?
Potato and white
truffle-wrapped
Chilean sea bass.
GORDON RAMSAY: And
what's the sauce?
It's like piss.
Sorry for that, chef.
The bass was cooked nicely.
However, the sauce--
absolutely disgusting.
The dish is clumsy, like you.
Yes, sir.
Back in line.
They assume that I'm
clumsy and an-- an oaf.
But I'm no Shrek.
I bang it out.
f*cking move on-- that's
what I'm gonna do.
Right, holy crap.
Whose is that?
It's mine, chef.
All right, madam.
Chicken the blackberries,
where did that come from?
It's just a dish
we made at work.
And where's work?
I do corporate dining.
That's not like a
restaurant, is it?
It's a buffet-style
restaurant.
Buffet.
That's definitely corporate.
You serve, they eat.
Yes, chef.
Straight after, they vomit.
LACEY: Yes, chef.
That was not me on a plate.
I'm just hoping that he
gives me enough of a chance
to stick around and
show him that, you know,
I can definitely
do a lot better.
All right, grilled banana.
That's mine, chef.
I'm a redneck.
I like to hunt a lot, like
duck, or gators, or whatever.
You know, it's fun, because
then I get to bring that home
and cook it.
GORDON RAMSAY: And the
name of the dish is what?
Mahi Gone Bananas, chef.
It looks like you've
got slightly bananas.
It's hideous.
Back in line.
Ramsay is definitely just
looking for a rise out of me,
which he is going
to eventually get.
So the idea came from where?
I just pulled it
out of my ass, sir.
Put it back in there,
because it sucks.
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NARRATOR: After a strong start,
the tasting appears to have
taken a turn for the worse.
Come on.
Give me some decent
food, please.
NARRATOR: Next up,
executive chef Giovanni--
You must be the only
executive chef in America
that can't cook rice.
NARRATOR: --followed
by prep chef Charlie--
It looks like a Ferris wheel.
That is a joke.
NARRATOR: --and Las
Vegas line cook, LA--
I may be from Glasgow, but I
didn't expect to come and see
a screwed up fish and chips.
Terrible.
NARRATOR: --plus
food court chef, J.
That is an F.
NARRATOR: All failed to impress.
Who's cooked the diapers?
No diapers, sir.
That's smoked chicken enchiladas
with poblano cream sauce.
My name is Colleen.
- Karene.
- Colleen.
Karene.
Colleen.
What do you do for a living?
I am a culinary instructor.
I own a recreational
cooking school.
And were you a trained chef
before you set up the school?
No, I am not a trained chef.
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So you're not a trained chef,
yet you teach chefs to cook.
That's correct.
How much do you charge?
$ per three to four hours.
Right.
Look at the size of it.
I feed big Nebraska boys.
Would you like me
to get you a bite?
No, no.
I'll bite it myself.
[music playing]
[spitting]
OK.
You seriously
charge $ to teach
people how to make that crap?
- Yes.
Yes, chef.
I feel like I need some
plastic wrap around my ass.
It was extremely
difficult to stand there
and to keep my mouth shut.
I teach manners too, chef.
Say that again?
OK, please, miss manners,
f*ck off back in line.
NARRATOR: While cooking
instructor Colleen was clearly
disappointing, Chef
Ramsay is hoping
that recent culinary graduate
Andrea will make the grade.
In terms of
flavor, it's spot on.
NARRATOR: Cafe cook
from Texas Coi--
It tastes delicious
and perfectly cooked.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: --and executive
sous chef Paula.
Seasoned beautifully.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: --have established
the women as the team to beat.
But there are still two
dishes from the men to taste.
Looks like lamb chops
on a bed of ratatouille.
That's mine, chef.
To be like Chef
Ramsay is my dream.
I've read his books.
I've visited his
restaurant in Manhattan.
I think we have
very similar styles.
How long have
you been cooking?
years around.
GORDON RAMSAY: And what is it?
That's cinnamon-crusted
rack of lamb
with an aubergine ratatouille.
GORDON RAMSAY: The
ratatouille-- what's in there?
Tomatoes, onion, tomato
sauce, tomato paste.
How come the
aubergine's so sweet?
There's some honey.
Honey in a ratatouille.
Is that normal?
- No, chef.
ALL: No, chef.
That's the worst
dish I've ever tasted.
[laughter]
years to cook that
shit, and you're laughing.
You can make history
on being the fastest
exit in "Hell's Kitchen."
And I'm f*cking
serious, you know that.
Back in line.
The quicker you understand
how serious I am,
the quicker you'll cook better.
I'll try harder
next time, sir.
I thought it looked all right.
I think my
presentation was good.
I know it's a good dish.
But I got to prove to them
that I can cook my ass off.
GORDON RAMSAY: Who's
got the pretty duck?
Me, chef.
- First name is?
- Ben, sir.
Ben, from where?
Chicago, Illinois.
What I do, i am very good at.
I've trained myself
to become, you know,
a machine in the kitchen.
What is it?
We have a pan-seared
Peking duck breast.
Yeah.
First impressions-- nice,
attractive, and it tastes good.
Thank you, chef.
By far the best dish on
the men's team, clearly.
When chef said to
me that I had the best
dish from the men's
team, I knew that I'm
a force to be reckoned with.
Here's the news.
The person who wins
"Hell's Kitchen" this year
will receive a quarter
million dollars
and a position as head chef
in a brand new restaurant
at the luxurious, billion
dollar Borgata Hotel
and Casino in Atlantic City.
All my boys that
go to Atlantic City,
they go to the Borgata.
The Borgata is this shit.
GORDON RAMSAY: Your
restaurant will
be in amongst some of the
finest restaurants in the world.
Mina's there.
Flay's there.
Wolfgang Puck's there.
And here's the scenario--
one of you will be joining them.
I will be next
to those big boys.
The prize is mine.
That's mine.
We are open tomorrow night.
Based on your signature
dishes, you are
the best group we've ever had.
So I'm expecting the
best opening night ever.
Is that clear?
Yes, chef.
I want you to go to the
dorm and start thinking
of a dynamic team name, yes?
Off you go.
[clapping]
Let's go.
Think hard about
those names, yes?
NARRATOR: After the best
signature dish tasting ever,
the aspiring chefs
get acquainted
with their new surroundings.
LA: Dang.
Sweet!
BEN: This is the
pad right here, huh?
We do have a hot tub.
The dorms are awesome.
Like, I wish I could
live in them forever.
NARRATOR: They also
get to know each other.
- Man, what's your name, dude?
- Danny.
Right on, man.
I'm Ben.
- Colleen.
- LA.
LA?
Ji.
All right, I don't bite.
Don't worry.
All right, gentlemen.
So team name.
I'm not gonna force myself
into the role of a leader.
I'm gonna offer it.
How about the blue balls,
blue coats, blue kitchen,
the blue coconuts?
Aw, you're stuck
on that blue, huh?
[laughter]
ROBERT: Why don't you call
yourselves the Blues Brothers?
Blues Brothers' not bad.
Yeah.
And we could
say, Blue Brothers.
Blue Brothers.
[laughter]
We can think of like, red
spices, you know like cayenne.
There's paprika.
Some of the suggestions
that my team had
were really, really stupid.
What about the flames of
hell, you know, something
about the flames of hell?
Really stupid.
Saffron Sisters.
Smokin' Reds.
Sizzlin' Spices?
COI: Smoking Reds.
What about the Spice Rack?
[laughter]
The Spice Rack.
Aw, that's good.
Spice Rack.
[laughter]
[music playing]
NARRATOR: After a
good night's sleep,
the aspiring chefs are ready
for a long day prepping
for the grand reopening.
- All right.
All right, let's do this.
NARRATOR: But
equally as important,
they'll be using this time to
assess their fellow teammates.
It's just all you
and I. Yep, let's go.
LA and I will take
the garnish station.
I'd rather kind of watch
all the other stations
before I do them,
honestly, because I
don't have my experience.
[music playing]
Are you serious?
Lacey's definitely not solid.
What the hell am
I supposed to do?
ANDREA: She's not even
close to ready for this.
Does anybody have any ideas?
Good god, I'm
f*cking dying here.
I have three more ice
creams to make today.
I don't want to do
this shit anymore.
I really don't.
I don't know what to do.
I thought I could handle it.
That looks like turd.
It's just very overwhelming.
I quit, you guys?
What the f*ck, man?
ANDREA: Lacey?
What did she say?
What's wrong with her?
I just say shit
like that, because I'm
frustrated and pissed off.
I need a moment to myself.
Of course, now I'm
definitely the most hated.
And, you know, whatever.
Think we should
go check on Lacey?
Lacey quit, and walked
out, and left our team.
And it was pathetic.
She said, I quit.
Stick a fork in her.
She's done.
She doesn't have a
lot of confidence.
If you don't have
faith in yourself,
what the f*ck makes
you think we are?
NARRATOR: While
the women continue
without much regard for Lacey,
the men have their own headache
to deal with.
Anybody see the
chorizo back there?
I have not actually worked
in a restaurant before.
So I'm gonna put my head down
and try not to get in trouble.
Because I'm going
after that prize.
Did somebody see
strainer anywhere?
Do we have whole
heads of garlic?
Chef, where would the chicken
stock be, for the chicken?
Seth, man, you got to
listen a little better.
Seth's useless.
He's done like two things
since this morning.
This guy has been dicking
off peeling baby carrots
for, you know, minutes.
I mean, come on.
Let's go, guy.
Will you show me
one, just-- just so--
- I thought you knew how.
- No, no, no.
I know.
But I just want to
make sure that I--
Hey, listen, man.
Pay attention-- seriously.
[music playing]
I'm really not a quitter.
I'm just trying to,
like, clear my head
as quickly as possible to show
my team that I'm here for them.
I've just got to shrug it off.
NARRATOR: After
a quick time out,
Lacey decides to
get back to work.
You're gonna be
all right, Lacey.
I know.
Lacey quit today when she
walked out of the kitchen.
We could have somebody here that
could be an asset to our team.
And instead we got an ass.
[music playing]
Ok, guys.
Come over, please.
OK, ladies.
Let's go.
Ladies.
- Yes, chef.
Team name.
Team Saffron.
- Are you happy with that?
- Yes, chef.
No, chef.
Who's not happy with Saffron?
What did you want,
Colleen, as a name?
Spice Rack.
[laughter]
I like that.
Not everyone wanted
Spice Rack, because not
everyone had the Spice Rack.
[laughter]
I think I made him blush.
OK.
Boys, team name.
The Blues Brothers.
I like that.
Now in the brigade.
That's way too many.
I want two volunteers.
Giovanni, tonight,
you're waiter.
Yes, chef.
I wasn't too happy
becoming a waiter.
But I'm confident I can do
this, and I'm ready to go.
Carol.
Yes, chef.
You're in the dining
room with Giovanni.
Thank you, chef.
I'm a cook.
I'm not a server.
So it's gonna be really
hard for me to show
Chef Ramsay what I've got.
Charlie.
Yes, chef.
I do not want a complaint
of a -inch ginger pubic
hair in someone's creme brulee.
You got it, chef.
Upstairs to the
dorm now, and yeah?
CHARLIE: You got it, chef.
Snip now, yeah?
He's trying to get
a rise out of me.
You know, I'm not going to
give them that satisfaction.
It's just a little
hair off my face.
And it's all gravy, baby.
To the rest of you,
get on your sections.
Get set up, yes?
[interposing voices]
We're opening in
five minutes, yes?
Let's go.
NARRATOR: While
Charlie cleans up
and Jean-Philippe briefs
his new waitstaff,
everyone is helping each
other out except Lacey.
Come over here, and
help me with this souffle.
You had all day to f*cking--
- You know what?
--get the souffle started.
Oh, really?
You could have had this
shit done a long time ago.
Really?
Coi, I'm not gonna
take your f*cking shit.
I don't care
whose shit you take.
Do it.
But you need to help
me with this stuff.
I was gonna help you until
you were being such a bitch.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
f*ck you, dude.
If I get kicked off because
of you, I swear to god,
I'm coming after you, Lacey.
Hey, did you guys hear that?
She threatened me.
Because if something happens
to me, we know who did it.
Lacey has been f*cking
off all f*cking day,
whining and f*cking complaining.
And every single body's station
is set up except for hers.
[sigh]
JI: Just keep it
together, Lacey.
We need you here right now.
We really, really do.
I knew this was gonna happen.
I'm just so sick
of stupid b*tches.
Every time I work in
a kitchen with women.
How dare you sit up
and say that shit to me?
What's the matter?
This station is f*cked up.
Come on, Coi.
Don't say a f*cking thing.
GORDON RAMSAY: What?
I come over here.
There's nothing
f*cking done, chef--
nothing.
Know OK, OK.
Now why don't you tell
him how you threatened me?
Oh, oh.
Wait, all right.
I'm just about to
open the doors, OK?
Don't panic.
I'm not asking you
two to be lovers, OK?
Absolutely.
Calm down, get
a grip, and show
me some form of composure, yes?
COI: Yes, chef.
Oh my god.
Jean-Philippe, open Hell's
Kitchen-- quickly, yes?
Oui.
Before there's
a fight in here.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Coming off
the best signature dish
tasting in the history
of "Hell's Kitchen,"
Chef Ramsay has high
hopes for opening night.
Good luck, yes?
NARRATOR: And tonight, the
customer's first impressions
of both kitchens will come
from their waiters, Giovanni
and Carol.
Just wanted to say,
welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
The whole menu is special.
OK.
It's a--
[music playing]
It's--
Is that something baked?
Yes, I believe it is.
I'm not really sure.
Ooh, I--
- Why are you panicking?
- Why?
Because I'm not a--
I'm not a good waiter.
Yeah, but listen.
You're representing your team.
You can let them down tonight.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
NARRATOR: While Giovanni
struggles with the menu,
Carol gives the red
kitchen their first order.
GORDON RAMSAY: Ladies,
appetizers-- one spaghetti
and lobster, one scallops.
Entree, one salmon.
One John Dory.
Salmon temperature
requested medium.
Hello?
Yes, chef.
I've called out the
orders again, hoping
for something in response, yes?
- Yes, chef.
- Good.
One spaghetti and lobster,
one scallop entree,
one salmon, one John Dory.
Yes, chef.
Thank you.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go.
Heading into dinner
service, I'm excited.
And I'm a little,
you know, scared.
Cause, you know, that's
when Ramsay gets crazy.
NARRATOR: minutes
into dinner service--
Giovanni, where is he?
Why is he so slow
with his orders?
NARRATOR: --Giovanni
finally gets his first order
into the blue kitchen.
Unbelievable.
An order of six.
Table is table .
Two spaghetti, one scallops,
one risotto, one Caesar.
Entrees, three wellington.
Get them in.
Ben, you got to get over here.
BEN: I'm coming.
I'm coming.
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Hey, fuckwit.
Come here, you.
Come here!
I'm calling out an order,
and you just shout over.
- I'm sorry, chef.
- Yeah?
You f*cking call
out the order then,
you f*ck-- f*cking
call out the order!
I need one Caesar,
two scallops, one
risotto, and two spaghetti now.
Yeah, give me the reins, man.
Let me drive this bitch.
You f*cking interrupt
me again next time,
you're going for an early bath.
- Yes.
A big one, in a hot tub.
NARRATOR: With no
further interruptions
from the blue
kitchen, Chef Ramsay
moves onto the red kitchen,
where Lacey's scallops
are waiting at the pass.
NARRATOR: Lacey-- yeah,
now it's called Lazy Lacey.
Look, madam.
It's still raw, yes?
Yes, sir.
GORDON RAMSAY: Come on.
How the f*ck is
it not cooking?
I think something was
wrong with our oven.
Like, it just wasn't
cooking anything.
GORDON RAMSAY: It would help
if your as was on, yeah?
Oh dear, unbelievable.
NARRATOR: While Lacey
turns up the heat, over
in the blue kitchen, Ben and
Robert are ready to impress
with their first appetizer.
- Come on, boys.
Rock this shit.
Let's go.
We're ready with that, yes?
Yes, chef.
Oh, f*ck off.
Hey, all of you.
Come here a minute, yeah?
Taste it.
Taste the spaghetti.
BEN: It's raw, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: years
experience between you,
and you can't cook a
strand of spaghetti.
This kid Ben, he
thinks he's a pro cook.
But you can't cook pasta?
Hey big boy, move
your f*cking ass, yes?
NARRATOR: While Ben and
Robert go back to square one,
over in the red kitchen,
cooking instructor Colleen
thinks she's improved
on Chef Ramsay's recipe.
What's that in there?
COLLEEN: Mascarpone.
GORDON RAMSAY:
Mascarpone cheese?
Madam, we don't put
mascarpone cream cheese
in the spaghetti of lobster.
Oh my god.
Power went out, and I
couldn't focus on the food.
I was just all, you know, trying
to put myself in a happy place.
We've got a problem
with the lights, yes?
Restaurant lights gone out.
NARRATOR: Even though
a faulty generator
has caused a power
outage in Hell's Kitchen,
the ovens are still working.
And so is Chef Ramsay.
My god.
Danny, come here.
That's you.
Overcooked scallop-- let's go.
It's not exactly rocket science.
Obviously, chef.
[music playing]
Hey you, come here you.
Come here.
Yes, chef.
OK, can you cook
like a team member?
I'll watch their station
and my station, chef.
How about
communicating with them?
I did, chef.
Don't f*cking dare start
getting f*cking pissy with me.
Is that clear?
I mean, chef-- yes, chef.
Good.
Now just shut the f*ck up!
- What is going on?
[scream]
- Hey, come on.
Come on.
What is wrong with the lights?
GORDON RAMSAY: We
lost power everywhere.
We lost power everywhere.
GORDON RAMSAY: A faulty
generator has caused
a blackout in Hell's Kitchen.
We can't cook in
the f*cking dark.
Apologize to the customers.
Make sure that they're happy.
Try to massage it a little bit.
My apologies, yes?
NARRATOR: With no
food coming out
of either kitchen and
customers sitting in the dark,
Carol has a plan to
get the place lit up.
And voila!
When the lights went out, I
was just giving tables wine,
and more wine, and more wine.
Thank you so much.
I'm gonna go ahead and
leave the bottle here for you.
Because I kept boozing
them up, nobody got upset.
So there's no
backup generator?
- Are you an engineer?
- No.
Because we could use
a very good one now.
An entrepreneur,
if you need it.
NARRATOR: While John-Phillipe
looks for a little help
in the dining room, back
in the blue kitchen,
Robert is taking charge.
Just bite your tongue.
I wasn't talking to you.
That shit's in the past.
Move on from it.
I got a big mouth.
I'm surprised Ramsay
didn't f*cking pull me out
of the line and f*cking axe me.
- OK, new start.
So let's go.
- OK.
You understand?
Danny, he just needs
to learn to shut up.
This blackout is a blessing
right now, so take it as it is.
NARRATOR: minutes
after the blackout,
power is finally restored,
along with the hope
of salvaging dinner service.
Now put that really bad
start behind us, shall we?
Yes?
Yes, chef.
And let's just concentrate
and get your shit together.
Let's go, yes?
Yes, chef.
Good news guys, the
kitchen's open again.
Fantastic.
Yay.
We have no more pans, guys.
GORDON RAMSAY: Where
is the other spaghetti?
Waiting on pasta, chef.
Hey, madam, madam.
Come here, come here,
come here, come here.
You're starting a fresh
one in a dirty pan.
Yes, chef.
Oh.
The pan had already
been used, and I didn't
have a chance to wipe it.
I felt like an idiot.
You teach people how to cook.
We have no more pans, chef.
Look-- pan--
Thank you.
--pan, pan.
You were gonna start a fresh
spaghetti in a dirty pan.
Holy crap!
NARRATOR: While Colleen
tries to clean up her act,
over in the blue kitchen,
Ben and Robert finally
have their act together--
Let's go.
NARRATOR: --and
are quickly sending
appetizers out and into the
trusty hands of Giovanni.
Giovanni, do you remember?
No.
You don't remember what you--
what the customer ordered?
GIOVANNI: No.
That's embarrassing.
I'm embarrassed, yes.
I was unorganized.
I was flustered.
I'm not a waiter.
I'm not.
It's as simple as that.
She had the risotto.
You had the scallops?
All right, I was not even close
Mm-mm.
Sorry.
NARRATOR: It's two hours
into dinner service.
Lamb up.
NARRATOR: And the blue team
is moving on to their entrees.
Garnish for your lamb
coming up right now.
That's exactly what
the doctor ordered.
NARRATOR: Seth and J are
ready with their lamb.
All the dish is missing
is Will's garnish.
All right, I'm ready.
Just before you bring
them to me, what are they?
Those are the--
the gnocchis.
They are burnt.
GORDON RAMSAY: Yeah,
they are burnt.
You actually think
we're gonna send them?
I'm not sending those, chef.
Unbelievable.
Will, don't give up.
First of all, this is shot.
Come on, bro.
NARRATOR: Will's burned gnocchi
has put the blue team behind.
Meanwhile, over in
the red kitchen,
Colleen is working
on getting ahead.
Spaghetti's-- taste them.
Make sure there's not
too much chili in it.
Colleen, are these
your pupils now?
You're talking to them
like your cookery school.
You want $ ?
Why have got so much
spaghetti going?
How long does it take
to cook spaghetti?
It's been taking long time.
But it--
No.
It's that you're not
cooking it properly.
If there wasn't so much
f*cking spaghetti in there,
it'd cook quicker.
Yes, chef.
Oh, for f*ck's sake.
Look at it all.
And it's more down here as well.
You put it in the bin.
No wonder you're
f*cking confused.
I am a lot older than
most of these kids.
So I'm not quite as
nervous about criticism.
I'll take it, you know?
That's just the way it is.
Can I have one spaghetti away?
Yes, chef.
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: As Colleen gets
schooled in spaghetti,
Seth is hoping to score high
marks with his first entree.
GORDON RAMSAY: Why is
it all f*cking mangled?
Because he didn't
have it ready.
And then he sliced it
and seared all the chops.
GORDON RAMSAY: Hey, Forrest.
Come here, you.
Ramsay keeps calling me
Forrest as in Forrest Gump.
I think it's a great name.
You didn't cook it
properly temperature-wise.
So you Tell to buckle
it and bastardize it.
Now you're really
having a laugh, yeah?
Man, this poor lamb
chop just got charred.
No excuse for that first lamb.
Would you get excited
to come and eat that shit?
- Absolutely lot.
- Yeah.
f*ck off, will you?
Listen, I screwed up the lamb.
But at the end of
service, Gordon and I
will be like peas and
carrots once again.
NARRATOR: It's two and a half
hours into dinner service.
And while Colleen has finally
mastered the spaghetti,
she still has a lot to
learn about risotto.
[music playing]
Look.
Hey.
Yes, chef.
Hey.
Yes, chef.
[music playing]
[coughing]
That's the risotto.
That, quite frankly, is the
worst risotto I've ever tasted
in my entire cooking career.
Why is it so sweet?
Who put sugar in there?
I grabbed this.
I thought that was salt.
Are you f*cking kidding me?
That is shit.
Oh my god.
NARRATOR: Back in
the blue kitchen,
the men have stalled
on their entrees.
Mashed potatoes?
f*ck.
What are you doing, Will?
Sorry, chef.
I don't know, and
this is very hot.
We got a cold sizzle.
GORDON RAMSAY: Dear, oh, dear.
Will.
Yes, chef.
You're shit.
Yes, chef, I am.
You are so shit,
it's unbelievable.
Will, here's your
artichokes and potatoes.
They're seasoned
and ready sir, yeah?
WILL: Thank you.
Are you on the
garnish now, Robert?
I just want to
help him out, chef.
Charlie's on the garnish.
Robert's on the garnish, yeah?
And Will's on Planet Coo-coo.
Will got thrown to the
dogs on the garnish station.
By the time I got around
to help him, it was ugly.
Will, there's not
one cook in the kitchen
that hasn't been on the
garnish with you tonight.
Being on the receiving
end of Chef Ramsay's rant--
oh, yeah, that sort of sucked.
Dear, oh dear, oh dear.
NARRATOR: Three
hours into dinner
service, very few customers
have received their entrees.
And they're beginning
to lose their patience.
GORDON RAMSAY: Garnish please.
What in the f*ck
are you two doing?
Oh, no.
When the customers got up
and started walking out,
I was shocked.
Go-- .
.
just left.
GIOVANNI: My table
got up and left.
Hey.
Hey, you.
Hey-- catch.
They've just left.
They've just f*cking left.
GIOVANNI: The rest of the
tables then walked out.
WOMAN: All right, out
of Hell's Kitchen.
Switch it off!
Not good enough.
Come here, all of you.
Come here, all of you, there.
Take a look out there.
Pathetic, absolute
embarrassment, utter crap.
Clear down.
Clear down!
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's
hope of a dream service
has turned into a nightmare.
And now he faces the difficult
task of picking a winning team.
Seriously, embarrassing.
If you had to sum it up in
terms of a kitchen performance,
both teams are equally weak.
So I'm going to do something
I've never done before.
I'm going to let the
service of the dining room
be the deciding factor
on which team won.
Carol, % of your diners
rated you above average.
Giovanni.
Yes, chef.
% of your customers
thought your performance
was below average.
[music playing]
Crap.
So tonight, clearly the
losing team are the men.
Now get back to the dorm, and
come up with two individuals up
for nomination.
Now f*ck off
[music playing]
We lost.
Having to nominate somebody
is kind of a harsh thing.
But we all came here
knowing that was how it was
gonna go down, so deal with it.
All right, let's get
on with this, boys.
Let's man up here.
It sounds like we've got a
pretty tough decision to make.
Based on worst
performance tonight,
I would say that was Will.
What do you think, Will?
Well, plain and
simple, I f*cked up--
without a doubt.
End of story.
I nominate myself.
Just to nominate yourself
is pretty f*cking bad, bro.
None of us want
to f*cking go home.
I had to nominate myself.
You know, you own up.
You man up to it.
It caught a few
people by surprise.
And I think Seth, you were
my weak point in the prep area.
I mean, I think I
did great tonight.
I really do.
Did you just say
you did great tonight?
- I-- I--
- Sorry, Seth.
You got a lot to learn.
Nothing personal.
Giovanni, what happened?
Oh, shut the f*ck up, man.
I'm no waiter.
That's why I didn't volunteer
to wait on f*cking tables, man.
Dude, I'm asking
you a question.
I don't know what
Giovanni could have said
to my clients that
had % of the people
saying he was below average.
That's the reason why we lost.
That's the person who
should be nominated.
I'm just asking
you what happened.
And I'm telling you to
shut the f*ck up, bro.
I don't know what
chef's deal is.
I gave it all I had.
I gave it %.
I'm not getting kicked
off of being a waiter.
All right, gentlemen,
let's get downstairs.
[music playing]
Gentlemen, have you
reached your decision?
Yes, chef.
Seth, first nominee and why.
Will is the first nominee.
He was on the garnish.
And obviously, it did not go
smoothly for him whatsoever.
The team's second
nominee and why.
- That is myself.
- Why?
You know what?
I don't know.
I mean, obviously they
have their own opinions.
OK.
You're the second nominee.
Yes, sir.
That is not correct, chef.
Seth is the first nominee.
Will would be the
second nominee.
Oh, Jesus.
Here we go.
Ben, how do you
feel about that?
A guy like Seth, he simply
just doesn't give a shit
about what we're doing here.
You?
Will's got the heart
that he wants to be here.
And he still wants
to fight for this.
I'm willing to put my confidence
in Will than depend on somebody
that doesn't give
a shit about us.
Are you willing to
come up in place of Will?
I'm willing to come
up in place of Will.
[music playing]
But I respect the fact
that Will nominated
himself right from the jump.
So Will nominated himself.
Is he stupid or honest?
I think he's stupid.
No offense at all.
But I mean, I wouldn't
want to nominate myself.
No offense, but you
just called him stupid.
Seth, Will, step
forward, please.
Seth.
Yes, chef.
Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?
You know, these guys
have known me for hours.
And they-- they're
telling me that I don't
have the heart-- bullshit.
I know what you expect.
I went to your restaurant.
I've read your books.
I know who you are.
I'm just asking you to
give me the opportunity
to show you who I am.
And I hope you see that, chef.
Will.
Yes, chef.
Why should you stay
the Hell's Kitchen?
I want to undo the damage
that I've done tonight.
You saw me at my worst.
I want to change that.
Two very oldest pleas,
and my first tough decision.
What are you doing, Will?
Sorry, chef.
I don't know.
You're shit.
Yes chef, I am.
[music playing]
Hey, Forrest.
Now you're really
having a laugh, yeah?
Would you get excited to
come and eat that shit?
Absolutely not.
The person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is Will.
Give me your jacket.
And leave Hell's Kitchen.
[music playing]
Thank you very much.
WILL: I took a risk
nominating myself.
I f*cked up tonight,
plain and simple.
Striking out the
first time off the bat
is very, very demoralizing.
I feel very humbled right now.
[music playing]
Tonight was bad
from both teams.
Next service, each
and every one of you,
raise your game big-time.
You can do better
than that, can't you?
Yes, chef.
Then do it.
Now piss off to sleep.
It pisses me off.
Because all of us as a
group wanted Seth to go.
I'm still here whether
the team likes it or not.
That restaurant is still mine.
And I don't care what they say.
They can piss off.
For never working on a line,
I think I did pretty damn good.
And anybody that wants to say
otherwise can just kiss my ass.
GORDON RAMSAY: I found it
quite strange that Will didn't
even have the will to succeed.
He clearly didn't belong
in Hell's Kitchen.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Next time
on "Hell's Kitchen--"
GORDON RAMSAY: Off you go.
NARRATOR: --the chefs put
their bodies on the line.
WOMAN: Oh, god.
NARRATOR: And for one chef--
[screaming]
NARRATOR: --it has consequences.
WOMAN: Hurt really bad.
NARRATOR: Then at
dinner service,
another chef breaks the rules.
You're a thief!
You've got to be
kidding me, dude.
NARRATOR: And
another pushes Chef
Ramsay to the breaking point.
Oh my god, f*cking raw!
He doesn't have to get two
inches away from my face.
Get out!
If I was the chef,
I'd be a little scared.
NARRATOR: When it comes
time to send someone home--
My decision is--
NARRATOR: --you're
guaranteed to see something
you've never seen before--
My god.
NARRATOR: --all on the
next "Hell's Kitchen."
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Over the last four
years, dozens of hopefuls
have entered Hell's
Kitchen with a dream.
[music playing]
Ah!
Oh my god.
Oh my gosh!
Aw, man.
[cheering]
MAN: Oh my god.
WOMAN: Beautiful.
MAN: This is great.
WOMAN: Amazing.
NARRATOR: But to
accomplish that dream,
they would have to please
Master Chef Gordon Ramsay.
It was just about standards.
I just want the best.
NARRATOR: And he would
put them through hell.
Tonight, it has to happen.
Get out.
[screaming]
[music playing]
f*cking wake up, or piss off.
Go again.
I just want some food now.
I don't know what to do.
NARRATOR: Some were
lost from the start.
I thought cold
water was supposed
to boil faster than hot water.
What?
NARRATOR: Others were clumsy.
Oh!
[groan]
MAN: Tom cut himself.
NARRATOR: Some cracked
under the pressure.
[crying]
I've never, never
felt so shitty.
I want to go home.
Goodbye.
He was trying to get me to
be, I guess, better than I am.
NARRATOR: Others
just went crazy.
You want to see crazy?
This is f*cking crazy.
[laughter]
[laughter]
[baby noises]
NARRATOR: For some, the
physical toll was too much.
[moaning]
MAN: Don't die on me.
Don't die on me now.
The stress shut my body down.
I won't be back.
NARRATOR: And some
even defy description.
[crying]
I can't believe I'm--
I'm cracking up right now.
NARRATOR: Most of
them would fail
to Chef Ramsay's standards.
I've had enough!
Shut it down.
Get out!
Get out.
NARRATOR: But in the end,
four great chefs would emerge.
And Chef Ramsay--
I am a very proud man.
NARRATOR: --would change
their lives forever.
This year, in the
biggest turnout
ever, thousands of chefs
from all over America
tried out, hoping to
fulfill their dream.
chefs were invited to Hell's
Kitchen to meet their idol.
Gordon Ramsay!
[applause]
Nice to see you.
How are you?
NARRATOR: But only
would be chosen--
Lacey D'Angelo, up.
[cheering]
Charlie McKay.
Yeah!
Carol Scott.
NARRATOR: --and given the
opportunity of a lifetime.
She's happy.
NARRATOR: This year's
field is the strongest
Hell's Kitchen has ever had.
Danny Veltri.
Yeah!
NARRATOR: It includes an
executive chef from Florida.
I will dwarf
everyone and make them
look like they are
nothing compared
to me, this god of cooking.
Ben Walanka.
That's it, baby!
NARRATOR: An executive
sous chef from Chicago.
I come across as intense.
I'm extremely
passionate about food,
more so than probably
anyone else I know.
Sweaty f*cking hands.
[laughter]
Colleen Cleek.
Yeah!
NARRATOR: And even culinary
instructor from Nebraska.
Very enthusiastic.
I am older, but I don't think
there's anyone out there that's
gonna work harder than I do.
NARRATOR: This year, the winner
will have the coveted position
of head chef at the luxurious
Borgata Hotel in Atlantic City.
As for the chefs, this
is by far the most
competitive group ever.
I'm ready for w*r.
I am obviously the
best cook on the team.
Are you joking me?
You couldn't cook my cock.
NARRATOR: And they
will do anything--
This isn't just a game.
I'm not your f*cking husband.
NARRATOR: --to get ahead.
Do you really want to
start something with me?
Are you calling me a fat-ass?
[screaming]
- Who is bleeding?
Who is bleeding?
NARRATOR: And Chef
Ramsay's expectations
are higher than ever.
Dirty pig.
I cannot believe
how shit you are!
Oh, god.
What the f*ck are you doing?
You're all shit.
Communicate!
NARRATOR: So get ready--
Yes!
NARRATOR: --for
the most intense--
Snap out of it.
It's time to get up.
[screaming]
I feel f*cking
humiliated right now.
NARRATOR: --most thrilling--
MAN: Eyes on the prize.
[cheeering]
NARRATOR: --most amusing--
But I've never
waited tables before.
[mumbling]
NARRATOR: --most shocking
"Hell's Kitchen" ever.
Why do I need a barf bag?
Oh--
[coughing]
NARRATOR: Quite simply--
[arguing]
This is hell.
That's the devil.
So you better be careful.
NARRATOR: --it's the
most amazing season ever
on "Hell's Kitchen."
You stupid, thick bitch.
[theme music]
Bah, ba-da bah.
Bah, ba-da bah.
Whoops, what a
mess I'm making.
NARRATOR: Immediately
after being
selected, the men's team
and the women's team
get right to work--
- Let's go.
NARRATOR: --preparing
their signature
dishes for Chef Ramsay.
Right behind.
Chef Ramsay walked by me.
And I kind of got
goose-bumpy, you know.
But, um, I'm
actually into women.
[laughter]
OK, anyone else using bacon?
Coming through.
Grab this.
I haven't been able
to find the domes.
People probably look at me
and thinking, oh, here's
another pretty girl
trying to be a cook.
But I am a hard worker.
And I can hang
with the big boys.
Just under three
minutes-- let's go.
[clapping]
When I first started
cooking, it was an easier
to get to go to my house.
Because instead of taking
them out to dinner,
I could get them home.
Food's an aphrodisiac.
Then you just pour a
little wine onto that.
And then you move
on to the next--
level.
seconds to go.
Plate up, and put them
under the domes, yes?
Anybody need
help with anything?
Where are the plates
that we put it on?
Ah!
Coming through, hot behind.
Oh, man.
Sorry.
Coming through.
GORDON RAMSAY: Three, two, one.
And stop.
Everybody stop.
Good.
[music playing]
I'm very anxious to
taste your dishes.
That gives me a first
chance of getting
to know a lot about each
and every one of you.
Chefs establish
their reputations
across the world the back
of their signature dishes.
OK, time to taste.
Let's go-- holy f*ck.
Whose is this?
It's mine.
GORDON RAMSAY: Your first name?
Carol.
What is it?
CAROL: It is a roulade de
veal over caramelized onions.
Mhm.
And how old were you
when you started cooking?
Professionally, I was .
So a late starter.
CAROL: Yes, chef.
- Uh-huh.
What were you doing first?
I worked in a beauty salon.
Finally ended up in culinary.
Uh-huh.
Looks like you ended
up in the right place.
That was delicious.
Thank you, chef.
In terms of flavor,
yeah, spot on.
Thank you, chef.
To have the greatest
chef in the entire world
say my food is good, I
just wanted to dance.
I wanted to sing.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
OK.
Somebody dropped this one.
What is that?
That's mine, chef.
It is rabbit two
ways-- braised rabbit
and the grilled tenderloin.
What's with the badge?
It's my pride pin, sir.
Your pride pin.
That means I'm
openly out, sir.
I am proud that I'm gay.
I'm still one of the guys.
Same plumbing, different wiring.
GORDON RAMSAY: The actual
flavor is delicious.
Presentation-- zero.
Messy, sloppy.
Back in line.
Next, whose is this?
Uh, it's mine, chef.
Yep, step forward.
What is it?
It's a miso sake-marinated
Chilean sea bass.
GORDON RAMSAY: Mhm.
And how long have
you been cooking?
About four years, chef.
I've been cooking for
my family also, chef.
My father has lived in
the restaurant industry.
He had no time for his children.
I want to show my dad what
I can do in the kitchen.
Yeah.
One taste of that,
it's look like you've
been cooking for years.
Cooked perfectly.
Thank you, chef.
Thank you.
And where did you start cooking?
In my father's kitchen, chef.
Have you cooked him that dish?
- No, I have not, chef.
- You should.
Thank you, chef.
NARRATOR: It looks as if
having thousands of chefs
to choose from
may be paying off,
with one of the most promising
starts for a signature
dish tasting ever.
Holy f*ck.
Whose is the camel hoof?
That's mine, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Right.
You don't do small
portions, do you?
You know, don't
adjust your TV.
I got a weight problem.
I know that.
I don't care about that.
That's not who I am.
I'm the underdog, man.
I'm Rocky Balboa.
I'm ready to come out the box.
What is it?
Potato and white
truffle-wrapped
Chilean sea bass.
GORDON RAMSAY: And
what's the sauce?
It's like piss.
Sorry for that, chef.
The bass was cooked nicely.
However, the sauce--
absolutely disgusting.
The dish is clumsy, like you.
Yes, sir.
Back in line.
They assume that I'm
clumsy and an-- an oaf.
But I'm no Shrek.
I bang it out.
f*cking move on-- that's
what I'm gonna do.
Right, holy crap.
Whose is that?
It's mine, chef.
All right, madam.
Chicken the blackberries,
where did that come from?
It's just a dish
we made at work.
And where's work?
I do corporate dining.
That's not like a
restaurant, is it?
It's a buffet-style
restaurant.
Buffet.
That's definitely corporate.
You serve, they eat.
Yes, chef.
Straight after, they vomit.
LACEY: Yes, chef.
That was not me on a plate.
I'm just hoping that he
gives me enough of a chance
to stick around and
show him that, you know,
I can definitely
do a lot better.
All right, grilled banana.
That's mine, chef.
I'm a redneck.
I like to hunt a lot, like
duck, or gators, or whatever.
You know, it's fun, because
then I get to bring that home
and cook it.
GORDON RAMSAY: And the
name of the dish is what?
Mahi Gone Bananas, chef.
It looks like you've
got slightly bananas.
It's hideous.
Back in line.
Ramsay is definitely just
looking for a rise out of me,
which he is going
to eventually get.
So the idea came from where?
I just pulled it
out of my ass, sir.
Put it back in there,
because it sucks.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: After a strong start,
the tasting appears to have
taken a turn for the worse.
Come on.
Give me some decent
food, please.
NARRATOR: Next up,
executive chef Giovanni--
You must be the only
executive chef in America
that can't cook rice.
NARRATOR: --followed
by prep chef Charlie--
It looks like a Ferris wheel.
That is a joke.
NARRATOR: --and Las
Vegas line cook, LA--
I may be from Glasgow, but I
didn't expect to come and see
a screwed up fish and chips.
Terrible.
NARRATOR: --plus
food court chef, J.
That is an F.
NARRATOR: All failed to impress.
Who's cooked the diapers?
No diapers, sir.
That's smoked chicken enchiladas
with poblano cream sauce.
My name is Colleen.
- Karene.
- Colleen.
Karene.
Colleen.
What do you do for a living?
I am a culinary instructor.
I own a recreational
cooking school.
And were you a trained chef
before you set up the school?
No, I am not a trained chef.
[music playing]
So you're not a trained chef,
yet you teach chefs to cook.
That's correct.
How much do you charge?
$ per three to four hours.
Right.
Look at the size of it.
I feed big Nebraska boys.
Would you like me
to get you a bite?
No, no.
I'll bite it myself.
[music playing]
[spitting]
OK.
You seriously
charge $ to teach
people how to make that crap?
- Yes.
Yes, chef.
I feel like I need some
plastic wrap around my ass.
It was extremely
difficult to stand there
and to keep my mouth shut.
I teach manners too, chef.
Say that again?
OK, please, miss manners,
f*ck off back in line.
NARRATOR: While cooking
instructor Colleen was clearly
disappointing, Chef
Ramsay is hoping
that recent culinary graduate
Andrea will make the grade.
In terms of
flavor, it's spot on.
NARRATOR: Cafe cook
from Texas Coi--
It tastes delicious
and perfectly cooked.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: --and executive
sous chef Paula.
Seasoned beautifully.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: --have established
the women as the team to beat.
But there are still two
dishes from the men to taste.
Looks like lamb chops
on a bed of ratatouille.
That's mine, chef.
To be like Chef
Ramsay is my dream.
I've read his books.
I've visited his
restaurant in Manhattan.
I think we have
very similar styles.
How long have
you been cooking?
years around.
GORDON RAMSAY: And what is it?
That's cinnamon-crusted
rack of lamb
with an aubergine ratatouille.
GORDON RAMSAY: The
ratatouille-- what's in there?
Tomatoes, onion, tomato
sauce, tomato paste.
How come the
aubergine's so sweet?
There's some honey.
Honey in a ratatouille.
Is that normal?
- No, chef.
ALL: No, chef.
That's the worst
dish I've ever tasted.
[laughter]
years to cook that
shit, and you're laughing.
You can make history
on being the fastest
exit in "Hell's Kitchen."
And I'm f*cking
serious, you know that.
Back in line.
The quicker you understand
how serious I am,
the quicker you'll cook better.
I'll try harder
next time, sir.
I thought it looked all right.
I think my
presentation was good.
I know it's a good dish.
But I got to prove to them
that I can cook my ass off.
GORDON RAMSAY: Who's
got the pretty duck?
Me, chef.
- First name is?
- Ben, sir.
Ben, from where?
Chicago, Illinois.
What I do, i am very good at.
I've trained myself
to become, you know,
a machine in the kitchen.
What is it?
We have a pan-seared
Peking duck breast.
Yeah.
First impressions-- nice,
attractive, and it tastes good.
Thank you, chef.
By far the best dish on
the men's team, clearly.
When chef said to
me that I had the best
dish from the men's
team, I knew that I'm
a force to be reckoned with.
Here's the news.
The person who wins
"Hell's Kitchen" this year
will receive a quarter
million dollars
and a position as head chef
in a brand new restaurant
at the luxurious, billion
dollar Borgata Hotel
and Casino in Atlantic City.
All my boys that
go to Atlantic City,
they go to the Borgata.
The Borgata is this shit.
GORDON RAMSAY: Your
restaurant will
be in amongst some of the
finest restaurants in the world.
Mina's there.
Flay's there.
Wolfgang Puck's there.
And here's the scenario--
one of you will be joining them.
I will be next
to those big boys.
The prize is mine.
That's mine.
We are open tomorrow night.
Based on your signature
dishes, you are
the best group we've ever had.
So I'm expecting the
best opening night ever.
Is that clear?
Yes, chef.
I want you to go to the
dorm and start thinking
of a dynamic team name, yes?
Off you go.
[clapping]
Let's go.
Think hard about
those names, yes?
NARRATOR: After the best
signature dish tasting ever,
the aspiring chefs
get acquainted
with their new surroundings.
LA: Dang.
Sweet!
BEN: This is the
pad right here, huh?
We do have a hot tub.
The dorms are awesome.
Like, I wish I could
live in them forever.
NARRATOR: They also
get to know each other.
- Man, what's your name, dude?
- Danny.
Right on, man.
I'm Ben.
- Colleen.
- LA.
LA?
Ji.
All right, I don't bite.
Don't worry.
All right, gentlemen.
So team name.
I'm not gonna force myself
into the role of a leader.
I'm gonna offer it.
How about the blue balls,
blue coats, blue kitchen,
the blue coconuts?
Aw, you're stuck
on that blue, huh?
[laughter]
ROBERT: Why don't you call
yourselves the Blues Brothers?
Blues Brothers' not bad.
Yeah.
And we could
say, Blue Brothers.
Blue Brothers.
[laughter]
We can think of like, red
spices, you know like cayenne.
There's paprika.
Some of the suggestions
that my team had
were really, really stupid.
What about the flames of
hell, you know, something
about the flames of hell?
Really stupid.
Saffron Sisters.
Smokin' Reds.
Sizzlin' Spices?
COI: Smoking Reds.
What about the Spice Rack?
[laughter]
The Spice Rack.
Aw, that's good.
Spice Rack.
[laughter]
[music playing]
NARRATOR: After a
good night's sleep,
the aspiring chefs are ready
for a long day prepping
for the grand reopening.
- All right.
All right, let's do this.
NARRATOR: But
equally as important,
they'll be using this time to
assess their fellow teammates.
It's just all you
and I. Yep, let's go.
LA and I will take
the garnish station.
I'd rather kind of watch
all the other stations
before I do them,
honestly, because I
don't have my experience.
[music playing]
Are you serious?
Lacey's definitely not solid.
What the hell am
I supposed to do?
ANDREA: She's not even
close to ready for this.
Does anybody have any ideas?
Good god, I'm
f*cking dying here.
I have three more ice
creams to make today.
I don't want to do
this shit anymore.
I really don't.
I don't know what to do.
I thought I could handle it.
That looks like turd.
It's just very overwhelming.
I quit, you guys?
What the f*ck, man?
ANDREA: Lacey?
What did she say?
What's wrong with her?
I just say shit
like that, because I'm
frustrated and pissed off.
I need a moment to myself.
Of course, now I'm
definitely the most hated.
And, you know, whatever.
Think we should
go check on Lacey?
Lacey quit, and walked
out, and left our team.
And it was pathetic.
She said, I quit.
Stick a fork in her.
She's done.
She doesn't have a
lot of confidence.
If you don't have
faith in yourself,
what the f*ck makes
you think we are?
NARRATOR: While
the women continue
without much regard for Lacey,
the men have their own headache
to deal with.
Anybody see the
chorizo back there?
I have not actually worked
in a restaurant before.
So I'm gonna put my head down
and try not to get in trouble.
Because I'm going
after that prize.
Did somebody see
strainer anywhere?
Do we have whole
heads of garlic?
Chef, where would the chicken
stock be, for the chicken?
Seth, man, you got to
listen a little better.
Seth's useless.
He's done like two things
since this morning.
This guy has been dicking
off peeling baby carrots
for, you know, minutes.
I mean, come on.
Let's go, guy.
Will you show me
one, just-- just so--
- I thought you knew how.
- No, no, no.
I know.
But I just want to
make sure that I--
Hey, listen, man.
Pay attention-- seriously.
[music playing]
I'm really not a quitter.
I'm just trying to,
like, clear my head
as quickly as possible to show
my team that I'm here for them.
I've just got to shrug it off.
NARRATOR: After
a quick time out,
Lacey decides to
get back to work.
You're gonna be
all right, Lacey.
I know.
Lacey quit today when she
walked out of the kitchen.
We could have somebody here that
could be an asset to our team.
And instead we got an ass.
[music playing]
Ok, guys.
Come over, please.
OK, ladies.
Let's go.
Ladies.
- Yes, chef.
Team name.
Team Saffron.
- Are you happy with that?
- Yes, chef.
No, chef.
Who's not happy with Saffron?
What did you want,
Colleen, as a name?
Spice Rack.
[laughter]
I like that.
Not everyone wanted
Spice Rack, because not
everyone had the Spice Rack.
[laughter]
I think I made him blush.
OK.
Boys, team name.
The Blues Brothers.
I like that.
Now in the brigade.
That's way too many.
I want two volunteers.
Giovanni, tonight,
you're waiter.
Yes, chef.
I wasn't too happy
becoming a waiter.
But I'm confident I can do
this, and I'm ready to go.
Carol.
Yes, chef.
You're in the dining
room with Giovanni.
Thank you, chef.
I'm a cook.
I'm not a server.
So it's gonna be really
hard for me to show
Chef Ramsay what I've got.
Charlie.
Yes, chef.
I do not want a complaint
of a -inch ginger pubic
hair in someone's creme brulee.
You got it, chef.
Upstairs to the
dorm now, and yeah?
CHARLIE: You got it, chef.
Snip now, yeah?
He's trying to get
a rise out of me.
You know, I'm not going to
give them that satisfaction.
It's just a little
hair off my face.
And it's all gravy, baby.
To the rest of you,
get on your sections.
Get set up, yes?
[interposing voices]
We're opening in
five minutes, yes?
Let's go.
NARRATOR: While
Charlie cleans up
and Jean-Philippe briefs
his new waitstaff,
everyone is helping each
other out except Lacey.
Come over here, and
help me with this souffle.
You had all day to f*cking--
- You know what?
--get the souffle started.
Oh, really?
You could have had this
shit done a long time ago.
Really?
Coi, I'm not gonna
take your f*cking shit.
I don't care
whose shit you take.
Do it.
But you need to help
me with this stuff.
I was gonna help you until
you were being such a bitch.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
f*ck you, dude.
If I get kicked off because
of you, I swear to god,
I'm coming after you, Lacey.
Hey, did you guys hear that?
She threatened me.
Because if something happens
to me, we know who did it.
Lacey has been f*cking
off all f*cking day,
whining and f*cking complaining.
And every single body's station
is set up except for hers.
[sigh]
JI: Just keep it
together, Lacey.
We need you here right now.
We really, really do.
I knew this was gonna happen.
I'm just so sick
of stupid b*tches.
Every time I work in
a kitchen with women.
How dare you sit up
and say that shit to me?
What's the matter?
This station is f*cked up.
Come on, Coi.
Don't say a f*cking thing.
GORDON RAMSAY: What?
I come over here.
There's nothing
f*cking done, chef--
nothing.
Know OK, OK.
Now why don't you tell
him how you threatened me?
Oh, oh.
Wait, all right.
I'm just about to
open the doors, OK?
Don't panic.
I'm not asking you
two to be lovers, OK?
Absolutely.
Calm down, get
a grip, and show
me some form of composure, yes?
COI: Yes, chef.
Oh my god.
Jean-Philippe, open Hell's
Kitchen-- quickly, yes?
Oui.
Before there's
a fight in here.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Coming off
the best signature dish
tasting in the history
of "Hell's Kitchen,"
Chef Ramsay has high
hopes for opening night.
Good luck, yes?
NARRATOR: And tonight, the
customer's first impressions
of both kitchens will come
from their waiters, Giovanni
and Carol.
Just wanted to say,
welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
The whole menu is special.
OK.
It's a--
[music playing]
It's--
Is that something baked?
Yes, I believe it is.
I'm not really sure.
Ooh, I--
- Why are you panicking?
- Why?
Because I'm not a--
I'm not a good waiter.
Yeah, but listen.
You're representing your team.
You can let them down tonight.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
NARRATOR: While Giovanni
struggles with the menu,
Carol gives the red
kitchen their first order.
GORDON RAMSAY: Ladies,
appetizers-- one spaghetti
and lobster, one scallops.
Entree, one salmon.
One John Dory.
Salmon temperature
requested medium.
Hello?
Yes, chef.
I've called out the
orders again, hoping
for something in response, yes?
- Yes, chef.
- Good.
One spaghetti and lobster,
one scallop entree,
one salmon, one John Dory.
Yes, chef.
Thank you.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go.
Heading into dinner
service, I'm excited.
And I'm a little,
you know, scared.
Cause, you know, that's
when Ramsay gets crazy.
NARRATOR: minutes
into dinner service--
Giovanni, where is he?
Why is he so slow
with his orders?
NARRATOR: --Giovanni
finally gets his first order
into the blue kitchen.
Unbelievable.
An order of six.
Table is table .
Two spaghetti, one scallops,
one risotto, one Caesar.
Entrees, three wellington.
Get them in.
Ben, you got to get over here.
BEN: I'm coming.
I'm coming.
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Hey, fuckwit.
Come here, you.
Come here!
I'm calling out an order,
and you just shout over.
- I'm sorry, chef.
- Yeah?
You f*cking call
out the order then,
you f*ck-- f*cking
call out the order!
I need one Caesar,
two scallops, one
risotto, and two spaghetti now.
Yeah, give me the reins, man.
Let me drive this bitch.
You f*cking interrupt
me again next time,
you're going for an early bath.
- Yes.
A big one, in a hot tub.
NARRATOR: With no
further interruptions
from the blue
kitchen, Chef Ramsay
moves onto the red kitchen,
where Lacey's scallops
are waiting at the pass.
NARRATOR: Lacey-- yeah,
now it's called Lazy Lacey.
Look, madam.
It's still raw, yes?
Yes, sir.
GORDON RAMSAY: Come on.
How the f*ck is
it not cooking?
I think something was
wrong with our oven.
Like, it just wasn't
cooking anything.
GORDON RAMSAY: It would help
if your as was on, yeah?
Oh dear, unbelievable.
NARRATOR: While Lacey
turns up the heat, over
in the blue kitchen, Ben and
Robert are ready to impress
with their first appetizer.
- Come on, boys.
Rock this shit.
Let's go.
We're ready with that, yes?
Yes, chef.
Oh, f*ck off.
Hey, all of you.
Come here a minute, yeah?
Taste it.
Taste the spaghetti.
BEN: It's raw, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: years
experience between you,
and you can't cook a
strand of spaghetti.
This kid Ben, he
thinks he's a pro cook.
But you can't cook pasta?
Hey big boy, move
your f*cking ass, yes?
NARRATOR: While Ben and
Robert go back to square one,
over in the red kitchen,
cooking instructor Colleen
thinks she's improved
on Chef Ramsay's recipe.
What's that in there?
COLLEEN: Mascarpone.
GORDON RAMSAY:
Mascarpone cheese?
Madam, we don't put
mascarpone cream cheese
in the spaghetti of lobster.
Oh my god.
Power went out, and I
couldn't focus on the food.
I was just all, you know, trying
to put myself in a happy place.
We've got a problem
with the lights, yes?
Restaurant lights gone out.
NARRATOR: Even though
a faulty generator
has caused a power
outage in Hell's Kitchen,
the ovens are still working.
And so is Chef Ramsay.
My god.
Danny, come here.
That's you.
Overcooked scallop-- let's go.
It's not exactly rocket science.
Obviously, chef.
[music playing]
Hey you, come here you.
Come here.
Yes, chef.
OK, can you cook
like a team member?
I'll watch their station
and my station, chef.
How about
communicating with them?
I did, chef.
Don't f*cking dare start
getting f*cking pissy with me.
Is that clear?
I mean, chef-- yes, chef.
Good.
Now just shut the f*ck up!
- What is going on?
[scream]
- Hey, come on.
Come on.
What is wrong with the lights?
GORDON RAMSAY: We
lost power everywhere.
We lost power everywhere.
GORDON RAMSAY: A faulty
generator has caused
a blackout in Hell's Kitchen.
We can't cook in
the f*cking dark.
Apologize to the customers.
Make sure that they're happy.
Try to massage it a little bit.
My apologies, yes?
NARRATOR: With no
food coming out
of either kitchen and
customers sitting in the dark,
Carol has a plan to
get the place lit up.
And voila!
When the lights went out, I
was just giving tables wine,
and more wine, and more wine.
Thank you so much.
I'm gonna go ahead and
leave the bottle here for you.
Because I kept boozing
them up, nobody got upset.
So there's no
backup generator?
- Are you an engineer?
- No.
Because we could use
a very good one now.
An entrepreneur,
if you need it.
NARRATOR: While John-Phillipe
looks for a little help
in the dining room, back
in the blue kitchen,
Robert is taking charge.
Just bite your tongue.
I wasn't talking to you.
That shit's in the past.
Move on from it.
I got a big mouth.
I'm surprised Ramsay
didn't f*cking pull me out
of the line and f*cking axe me.
- OK, new start.
So let's go.
- OK.
You understand?
Danny, he just needs
to learn to shut up.
This blackout is a blessing
right now, so take it as it is.
NARRATOR: minutes
after the blackout,
power is finally restored,
along with the hope
of salvaging dinner service.
Now put that really bad
start behind us, shall we?
Yes?
Yes, chef.
And let's just concentrate
and get your shit together.
Let's go, yes?
Yes, chef.
Good news guys, the
kitchen's open again.
Fantastic.
Yay.
We have no more pans, guys.
GORDON RAMSAY: Where
is the other spaghetti?
Waiting on pasta, chef.
Hey, madam, madam.
Come here, come here,
come here, come here.
You're starting a fresh
one in a dirty pan.
Yes, chef.
Oh.
The pan had already
been used, and I didn't
have a chance to wipe it.
I felt like an idiot.
You teach people how to cook.
We have no more pans, chef.
Look-- pan--
Thank you.
--pan, pan.
You were gonna start a fresh
spaghetti in a dirty pan.
Holy crap!
NARRATOR: While Colleen
tries to clean up her act,
over in the blue kitchen,
Ben and Robert finally
have their act together--
Let's go.
NARRATOR: --and
are quickly sending
appetizers out and into the
trusty hands of Giovanni.
Giovanni, do you remember?
No.
You don't remember what you--
what the customer ordered?
GIOVANNI: No.
That's embarrassing.
I'm embarrassed, yes.
I was unorganized.
I was flustered.
I'm not a waiter.
I'm not.
It's as simple as that.
She had the risotto.
You had the scallops?
All right, I was not even close
Mm-mm.
Sorry.
NARRATOR: It's two hours
into dinner service.
Lamb up.
NARRATOR: And the blue team
is moving on to their entrees.
Garnish for your lamb
coming up right now.
That's exactly what
the doctor ordered.
NARRATOR: Seth and J are
ready with their lamb.
All the dish is missing
is Will's garnish.
All right, I'm ready.
Just before you bring
them to me, what are they?
Those are the--
the gnocchis.
They are burnt.
GORDON RAMSAY: Yeah,
they are burnt.
You actually think
we're gonna send them?
I'm not sending those, chef.
Unbelievable.
Will, don't give up.
First of all, this is shot.
Come on, bro.
NARRATOR: Will's burned gnocchi
has put the blue team behind.
Meanwhile, over in
the red kitchen,
Colleen is working
on getting ahead.
Spaghetti's-- taste them.
Make sure there's not
too much chili in it.
Colleen, are these
your pupils now?
You're talking to them
like your cookery school.
You want $ ?
Why have got so much
spaghetti going?
How long does it take
to cook spaghetti?
It's been taking long time.
But it--
No.
It's that you're not
cooking it properly.
If there wasn't so much
f*cking spaghetti in there,
it'd cook quicker.
Yes, chef.
Oh, for f*ck's sake.
Look at it all.
And it's more down here as well.
You put it in the bin.
No wonder you're
f*cking confused.
I am a lot older than
most of these kids.
So I'm not quite as
nervous about criticism.
I'll take it, you know?
That's just the way it is.
Can I have one spaghetti away?
Yes, chef.
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: As Colleen gets
schooled in spaghetti,
Seth is hoping to score high
marks with his first entree.
GORDON RAMSAY: Why is
it all f*cking mangled?
Because he didn't
have it ready.
And then he sliced it
and seared all the chops.
GORDON RAMSAY: Hey, Forrest.
Come here, you.
Ramsay keeps calling me
Forrest as in Forrest Gump.
I think it's a great name.
You didn't cook it
properly temperature-wise.
So you Tell to buckle
it and bastardize it.
Now you're really
having a laugh, yeah?
Man, this poor lamb
chop just got charred.
No excuse for that first lamb.
Would you get excited
to come and eat that shit?
- Absolutely lot.
- Yeah.
f*ck off, will you?
Listen, I screwed up the lamb.
But at the end of
service, Gordon and I
will be like peas and
carrots once again.
NARRATOR: It's two and a half
hours into dinner service.
And while Colleen has finally
mastered the spaghetti,
she still has a lot to
learn about risotto.
[music playing]
Look.
Hey.
Yes, chef.
Hey.
Yes, chef.
[music playing]
[coughing]
That's the risotto.
That, quite frankly, is the
worst risotto I've ever tasted
in my entire cooking career.
Why is it so sweet?
Who put sugar in there?
I grabbed this.
I thought that was salt.
Are you f*cking kidding me?
That is shit.
Oh my god.
NARRATOR: Back in
the blue kitchen,
the men have stalled
on their entrees.
Mashed potatoes?
f*ck.
What are you doing, Will?
Sorry, chef.
I don't know, and
this is very hot.
We got a cold sizzle.
GORDON RAMSAY: Dear, oh, dear.
Will.
Yes, chef.
You're shit.
Yes, chef, I am.
You are so shit,
it's unbelievable.
Will, here's your
artichokes and potatoes.
They're seasoned
and ready sir, yeah?
WILL: Thank you.
Are you on the
garnish now, Robert?
I just want to
help him out, chef.
Charlie's on the garnish.
Robert's on the garnish, yeah?
And Will's on Planet Coo-coo.
Will got thrown to the
dogs on the garnish station.
By the time I got around
to help him, it was ugly.
Will, there's not
one cook in the kitchen
that hasn't been on the
garnish with you tonight.
Being on the receiving
end of Chef Ramsay's rant--
oh, yeah, that sort of sucked.
Dear, oh dear, oh dear.
NARRATOR: Three
hours into dinner
service, very few customers
have received their entrees.
And they're beginning
to lose their patience.
GORDON RAMSAY: Garnish please.
What in the f*ck
are you two doing?
Oh, no.
When the customers got up
and started walking out,
I was shocked.
Go-- .
.
just left.
GIOVANNI: My table
got up and left.
Hey.
Hey, you.
Hey-- catch.
They've just left.
They've just f*cking left.
GIOVANNI: The rest of the
tables then walked out.
WOMAN: All right, out
of Hell's Kitchen.
Switch it off!
Not good enough.
Come here, all of you.
Come here, all of you, there.
Take a look out there.
Pathetic, absolute
embarrassment, utter crap.
Clear down.
Clear down!
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's
hope of a dream service
has turned into a nightmare.
And now he faces the difficult
task of picking a winning team.
Seriously, embarrassing.
If you had to sum it up in
terms of a kitchen performance,
both teams are equally weak.
So I'm going to do something
I've never done before.
I'm going to let the
service of the dining room
be the deciding factor
on which team won.
Carol, % of your diners
rated you above average.
Giovanni.
Yes, chef.
% of your customers
thought your performance
was below average.
[music playing]
Crap.
So tonight, clearly the
losing team are the men.
Now get back to the dorm, and
come up with two individuals up
for nomination.
Now f*ck off
[music playing]
We lost.
Having to nominate somebody
is kind of a harsh thing.
But we all came here
knowing that was how it was
gonna go down, so deal with it.
All right, let's get
on with this, boys.
Let's man up here.
It sounds like we've got a
pretty tough decision to make.
Based on worst
performance tonight,
I would say that was Will.
What do you think, Will?
Well, plain and
simple, I f*cked up--
without a doubt.
End of story.
I nominate myself.
Just to nominate yourself
is pretty f*cking bad, bro.
None of us want
to f*cking go home.
I had to nominate myself.
You know, you own up.
You man up to it.
It caught a few
people by surprise.
And I think Seth, you were
my weak point in the prep area.
I mean, I think I
did great tonight.
I really do.
Did you just say
you did great tonight?
- I-- I--
- Sorry, Seth.
You got a lot to learn.
Nothing personal.
Giovanni, what happened?
Oh, shut the f*ck up, man.
I'm no waiter.
That's why I didn't volunteer
to wait on f*cking tables, man.
Dude, I'm asking
you a question.
I don't know what
Giovanni could have said
to my clients that
had % of the people
saying he was below average.
That's the reason why we lost.
That's the person who
should be nominated.
I'm just asking
you what happened.
And I'm telling you to
shut the f*ck up, bro.
I don't know what
chef's deal is.
I gave it all I had.
I gave it %.
I'm not getting kicked
off of being a waiter.
All right, gentlemen,
let's get downstairs.
[music playing]
Gentlemen, have you
reached your decision?
Yes, chef.
Seth, first nominee and why.
Will is the first nominee.
He was on the garnish.
And obviously, it did not go
smoothly for him whatsoever.
The team's second
nominee and why.
- That is myself.
- Why?
You know what?
I don't know.
I mean, obviously they
have their own opinions.
OK.
You're the second nominee.
Yes, sir.
That is not correct, chef.
Seth is the first nominee.
Will would be the
second nominee.
Oh, Jesus.
Here we go.
Ben, how do you
feel about that?
A guy like Seth, he simply
just doesn't give a shit
about what we're doing here.
You?
Will's got the heart
that he wants to be here.
And he still wants
to fight for this.
I'm willing to put my confidence
in Will than depend on somebody
that doesn't give
a shit about us.
Are you willing to
come up in place of Will?
I'm willing to come
up in place of Will.
[music playing]
But I respect the fact
that Will nominated
himself right from the jump.
So Will nominated himself.
Is he stupid or honest?
I think he's stupid.
No offense at all.
But I mean, I wouldn't
want to nominate myself.
No offense, but you
just called him stupid.
Seth, Will, step
forward, please.
Seth.
Yes, chef.
Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?
You know, these guys
have known me for hours.
And they-- they're
telling me that I don't
have the heart-- bullshit.
I know what you expect.
I went to your restaurant.
I've read your books.
I know who you are.
I'm just asking you to
give me the opportunity
to show you who I am.
And I hope you see that, chef.
Will.
Yes, chef.
Why should you stay
the Hell's Kitchen?
I want to undo the damage
that I've done tonight.
You saw me at my worst.
I want to change that.
Two very oldest pleas,
and my first tough decision.
What are you doing, Will?
Sorry, chef.
I don't know.
You're shit.
Yes chef, I am.
[music playing]
Hey, Forrest.
Now you're really
having a laugh, yeah?
Would you get excited to
come and eat that shit?
Absolutely not.
The person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is Will.
Give me your jacket.
And leave Hell's Kitchen.
[music playing]
Thank you very much.
WILL: I took a risk
nominating myself.
I f*cked up tonight,
plain and simple.
Striking out the
first time off the bat
is very, very demoralizing.
I feel very humbled right now.
[music playing]
Tonight was bad
from both teams.
Next service, each
and every one of you,
raise your game big-time.
You can do better
than that, can't you?
Yes, chef.
Then do it.
Now piss off to sleep.
It pisses me off.
Because all of us as a
group wanted Seth to go.
I'm still here whether
the team likes it or not.
That restaurant is still mine.
And I don't care what they say.
They can piss off.
For never working on a line,
I think I did pretty damn good.
And anybody that wants to say
otherwise can just kiss my ass.
GORDON RAMSAY: I found it
quite strange that Will didn't
even have the will to succeed.
He clearly didn't belong
in Hell's Kitchen.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Next time
on "Hell's Kitchen--"
GORDON RAMSAY: Off you go.
NARRATOR: --the chefs put
their bodies on the line.
WOMAN: Oh, god.
NARRATOR: And for one chef--
[screaming]
NARRATOR: --it has consequences.
WOMAN: Hurt really bad.
NARRATOR: Then at
dinner service,
another chef breaks the rules.
You're a thief!
You've got to be
kidding me, dude.
NARRATOR: And
another pushes Chef
Ramsay to the breaking point.
Oh my god, f*cking raw!
He doesn't have to get two
inches away from my face.
Get out!
If I was the chef,
I'd be a little scared.
NARRATOR: When it comes
time to send someone home--
My decision is--
NARRATOR: --you're
guaranteed to see something
you've never seen before--
My god.
NARRATOR: --all on the
next "Hell's Kitchen."
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