02x04 - 8 Chefs

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

Now go, move your ass.

NARRATOR: At the conclusion

of the entree relay--

- Blue team.

- May I speak?

Tom went toe to

toe with Chef Ramsay.

May I speak?

May you speak?

Just stand up straight and

at least look like a cook.

Who do you think

you're talking to?

NARRATOR: The men would

lose the challenge.

I'm not washing anything

with a wash board.

NARRATOR: And Tom

his self-respect,

while the women were rewarded

with a day on the high seas.

I wish Chef was here

to rub lotion on us.

NARRATOR: But when

they returned,

the battle of the sexes

got ugly with Garrett

duking it out with Heather.

Y'all women have dinner ready

for us men when we get home.

I'm not your wife.

I'm not your girlfriend.

NARRATOR: Then at

dinner service,

when steady Heather stumbled--

Don't send anything, Heather,

unless you know it's perfect.

Princess Heather, if

that's the way she works--

NARRATOR: Her bitter rival,

Sarah, happily emerged.

Fantastic.

Keep it up.

Thank you, Chef.

NARRATOR: In the blue

kitchen, Tom and Giacomo

came under fire.

You donkey!

Why is the oven not on?

It's really tough.

I want to make him happy.

You've stopped caring

now, haven't you?

No, I haven't.

Yes, you f*cking have.

NARRATOR: And after only

getting out two entrees--

You were bad.

NARRATOR: The men were

declared the losers.

Tom, Giacomo, step forward.

Giacomo, take your jacket off

and get out of Hell's Kitchen.

NARRATOR: And Giacomo's

dream of his own restaurant

in the Red Rock Resort in

Las Vegas went up in flames.

[music playing]

And now the continuation

of "Hell's Kitchen."

Garret and Keith, these

guys piss me off now.

I'm going to make them feel

stupid that they nominated me.

What did I tell you?

I have your f*cking back.

I know.

I nominated Tom

for elimination.

He's a good guy, but

long story short,

do I think we're a

better team without Tom?

Yes.

You think that--

you think that that was f*cking

easy for me to f*cking do?

Don't f*cking torpedo me,

because I have your back.

TOM: If I get kicked

out of "Hell's Kitchen,"

I've got no place to go.

I'm .

This is the fourth

career I've gone into.

There's no more

changing careers.

This is it.

I bring a lot more to the

table than a -year-old kid.

Tom doesn't get it, no

matter about our experiences

or where we've been or

done this, done that.

If you can't cook,

you can't cook.

I gave up more than anybody.

No you, didn't.

No, you have not.

We've all given up time

and family members.

I don't care about time.

I care about money.

You care about the money?

I care about the experience

to work with him.

This is what we

were born to do.

This is all we have.

Tom is acting

like he's the only

damn person in the

house that's ever

sacrificed anything to do this.

NARRATOR: It's a game.

This is all I know how to do.

This is my life.

TOM: I don't care.

NARRATOR: After a series of

losses on the blue team--

GORDON RAMSAY: Come on, Gabe.

Larry, oh, my god.

Giacomo.

NARRATOR: There are now

just three men and five

women left in "Hell's Kitchen."

The blue team is

in dire straits.

Men, you lost the battle

of the sexes big time.

Look at you.

You're dwindling away.

Sara, Heather, Rachel--

all three of you

are emerging as leaders.

VIRGINIA: Chef Ramsay

pointed out Rachel,

Heather, and Sarah as leaders.

I'm just going to start

doing what they do,

which is the be bossy, and maybe

he'll think I'm a leader then.

Blue team, I'm

giving you a leader.

Heather in a blue team.

Now.

RACHEL: I'm pissed

off because I've

worked my ass off for

this team, and now we're

working against each other.

GORDON RAMSAY: There you go.

Thank you, Chef.

It's going to be hard because

it's going to get cut-throat,

because I'm going to have

to go against my girl.

We've got a woman

moving to the blue team

to show some balls.

I don't need leadership.

If she wants to lead

Tom and Garrett, good.

I'm sick of trying to tell Tom

what to do and teach him stuff.

I'm not sad to see Heather go.

I'm very much able to take

the reins and be a leader.

This is the time.

The time is now.

OK.

So right now, all of

you are coming with me.

And I'm going to show you

one of the most successful

restaurants in Los Angeles.

Let's go.

Is it going to be one of

Wolfgang Puck's restaurants?

I have no idea

where we're going.

This way.

SARA: It could be anything.

Field trip.

Woo hoo!

Here we are.

Welcome to Pink's.

We're not going to Spago.

Pink's, the busiest

restaurant in Los Angeles.

, customers per day.

A simple hot dog done

deliciously well.

OK.

What would you like?

Chili cheese dog.

I'd like the Gordon

Ramsay dog, please, Chef.

The Gordon Ramsay dog.

Are you looking

for brownie points?

Yes, chef, I am.

When I was in college, I

worked at a hot dog place.

Do you want to go around

and give them a hand?

Will he fit behind there?

Without a doubt, Tom belongs

behind that counter at Pink's,

not on the line with K Grease.

Hey, Tom.

Move your ass.

- Yeah.

I made a chili cheese dog.

And there isn't one

dish that we make

in "Hell's Kitchen" that is

any more complicated than that.

And I'm going to try and take

that into tomorrow's service.

There you go, buddy.

One for you.

Right, Tom, get

out of there, please,

before you sweat on the dogs.

Tom, you're sweating

in the f*cking food.

Everyone got a dog, yes?

Yes, sir.

Chef, your dog is delicious.

I didn't try the

Gordon Ramsay dog.

But I'm sure it was very spicy

and hot, just like he is.

OK, listen up.

We're about to make history.

In just under two hours'

time, we're opening for lunch

for the very first time.

Oh, my god.

If I was you, I'd get your

asses back to the kitchen.

Run, yeah?

Let's go!

Yeah!

Keith, move that fat stomach!

I didn't want to run

back, so I kind of jogged,

then I walked a little, jogged.

That's just how K Grease rolls.

NARRATOR: For the

first time ever,

lunch will be served

at Hell's Kitchen.

With the restaurant

opening at noon,

the chefs have

less than two hours

to learn and prepare the menu.

Let's go.

Very similar menu.

Caesar salad.

Pizza Margarita.

Chopstick.

- And pasta formaggio.

- Yes, chef.

- Let's go.

- Let's do it.

It's like hamburger,

pizza, and French fries.

I mean, how hard can that be?

Ay!

f*cking A.

I just feel bad for Heather

having to walk into that team.

I don't think you

were expecting to be

over here today, were you?

No, chef.

The men just need to focus.

Because that's why I'm here.

And hopefully, it will work.

I came in to

Hell's Kitchen just

to prove that I can do this.

So you're with me, right?

Absolutely.

It sucks to lose anybody,

but I still feel that we

still have a strong team.

It's not like

we're going to fall

down because she's not here.

It's the first time to

kick Heather's ass, right?

SARA: Without Heather,

Rachel is not going

to be able to pull it together.

Yeah.

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

NARRATOR: After three

disappointing dinner services,

Chef Ramsay is hoping

Hell's Kitchen first lunch

service will be a success.

OK, blue team, let's go.

Ladies, over, line up.

This is your challenge.

Customers do not wait for lunch.

I'm looking for speed,

speed, taste, and quality.

Are you ready?

Yes, chef!

GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go!

[screaming]

Oh, god.

I heard that little--

[screams]

I was like, oh, my god,

this is going to be crazy.

Ay, ay, ay.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

It's the kids.

We're doing it for the kids.

You take grill.

You take fries.

You take pasta.

I'll take this.

Chef appointed Heather

the leader of the team.

She's very well-organized,

and we're a train wreck.

Hot pan on.

GORDON RAMSAY: Keith.

Kieth.

Pull your pants up.

That's the first thing you do.

Welcome to Hell's

Kitchen, kindergarten.

So ladies first,

if you don't mind.

In front of those children

here, move your bottoms.

And I mean move your asses.

I can't do it without

f*cking swearing.

NARRATOR: To win

today's challenge,

both kitchens must have

a complete service.

And with hungry

mouths to feed,

neither team can afford

to make mistakes.

Let's go, ladies.

You OK?

I just cut my finger on that.

How did you cut yourself?

You're making pizza.

- You all right?

I'm cool.

I'm good.

Here, hold it up

above your heart.

OK.

Give me a minute, please.

One minute to myself.

That's all I need.

Put it above your heart.

I think that I can really

get a job done so long

as people give me my space.

So what I cut my hand?

I can handle it.

[screaming and chanting]

NARRATOR: The pressure is

building in both kitchens.

[inaudible]

celebrate, are they?

- You need one more seasoning.

- I got it.

I got it.

Let me-- did you hear me?

I'm just getting you set up.

Damn it, Tom, I'm

trying to help you.

I swear to god.

- Hey, no fighting.

Quit it.

- I need the [inaudible].

- I know, but I got to--

- Hey!

Cut it out.

Cut it out.

Do it later.

HEATHER: The men just can't

get over their macho bullshit.

If we don't push

this out, oh, my god.

I'm going to start

breaking heads.

NARRATOR: While Heather

emerges as a force in what

was the men's team,

there's a power

struggle in the red kitchen.

Let me do something

to help you.

They're not ready yet.

I've got it under control.

Chef said sauce

them up and get

them ready to go in the oven.

- Hurry up, yeah?

- Yes, Chef.

Four piece?

I want [inaudible] five for it.

He's such a f*cking

control freak.

He's f*cking ruining it.

Let me take ownership

of my station.

OK.

Sarah should have

said, I need some help.

It's for the good of the team.

Just get the lunch out.

NARRATOR: A mere minutes

into Hell's Kitchen's

first lunch service,

and the customers

are getting a little restless.

[screaming and chanting]

Come on!

Let's go!

Put food in their

mouth and shut them up.

Come on!

I'm ready in

seconds to window.

- Got it?

- Careful.

Let's go.

Let's go.

We got to get them out.

Behind you.

Move, yes?

Let's go.

Service, please.

Let's go, big boy.

Table , please.

First table is out.

Now keep it going, guys.

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: Finally, food is

coming out of both kitchens.

Where is the

macaroni and cheese?

It's coming, sir.

Move, yes?

Table .

Go, please.

NARRATOR: The mood

in the dining room

has shifted from

chaos to contentment,

and everything appears

to be on track.

Or is it?

What's wrong with

the shapes now?

They've gone all

square, the pieces.

I'll get you

another one, chef.

Oh, no, no, no.

They're children.

At least pay them respect

and keep it round, no?

Look at the shape of that.

You started so well.

Yes, Chef.

Two square pizzas for the

first time in Hell's Kitchen.

Chef is bitching about my

pizzas that weren't round.

Well, guess what, Chef?

I didn't roll those

ugly turds out.

Right.

Last table.

Make it count.

NARRATOR: For the first

time, each kitchen

is within striking distance

of a completed service.

The blue team has only

three tables left to serve.

The red team has four.

Two macaroni, two

burger, two pizzas.

Yes, Chef.

Get them going

faster if you can.

Go disappear.

.

Guys, come on.

Service, please.

Table , yes?

Pick up .

Go, please.

Table .

Go, please.

Service, please.

Come on, guys.

That last table is all we need.

Let's go, let's go.

- Table , yes?

- That's up.

Go, please.

Complete.

Thank you.

- There you go.

Like a pro.

-

When we got all of our

tickets out, that felt--

that felt wonderful.

NARRATOR: Both

teams have completed

their first-ever meal service.

Unbelievable.

NARRATOR: And there's a

celebration in the kitchens--

and in the dining room.

[music playing]

Congratulations to both teams.

I really mean that.

Because the whole

point of this was

just getting through a service.

Now just make sure it

travels forward to the dinner

service with that momentum.

OK?

Time to declare a winner

for today's challenge.

I asked all the kids to rate

the food on a scale of to .

The red kitchen, the kids

scored your foot . out of .

Blue kitchen, you scored a . .

Congratulations.

You're the winners.

GARRETT: Man, it

feels absolutely

great to finally win.

It's been a long time coming.

Blue team, you're getting

out of Hell's Kitchen

and having a great

afternoon of fun.

Red team, this place

is clearly a mess.

You're now going to

clean the dining room.

Blue team, go and get changed.

Red team, got to work, ladies.

Finally!

Thank you, Heather.

I knew that Heather

would be strong.

Now that's she's on my team,

we're going to k*ll it.

Dude, the new name of our team

is three men and a little lady.

[laughs]

[groans]

Now I was almost thinking

I wanted to have kids.

The kids left a

huge mess behind.

They left cake.

They left bubble gum.

It was just like a rainbow

of colors on the floor.

We have a lot of

work ahead of us.

This string is

not silly anymore.

I told you get back in

the kitchen and f*ck off!

RACHEL: I feel bad

because we lost.

And I busted my ass.

Sara doesn't care if she loses.

I don't get it.

Hey, kick me in the

ass while I'm down.

Don't tempt me.

NARRATOR: While the red team

cleans up after the kids,

Chef Ramsay has arranged for

the blue team to feel like kids.

Oh, my god, it's so pretty!

I told you it was

an amusement park!

We won!

Look at this place, guys!

I haven't been to an

amusement park in years.

Everybody is really

excited for me.

I'm pretty sure

I can win that one.

It says a winner every time.

He's a winner!

It really sucks.

Bullshit!

Hit Ramsay!

[screaming]

Woo, roller coasters!

This is slammin'.

I Think if it's me and you

in the final two, it's perfect,

because there's a H and

a fork, and then a K.

It is!

Heather and Keith!

HK!

What, what?

NARRATOR: While alliances

are forming on the blue team,

tensions are

building on the red.

[makes squeaking noise]

Oh, my wrist.

You think it's funny

just cutting up and--

I don't think it's funny.

I just think you're a bitch.

That's all.

You think I'm a bitch?

[makes squeaking noise]

All right.

You guys hungry?

You want something to eat?

There you go.

Eat that.

There's another cake still.

Hold on.

Sara, enough.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: It's her second

day of leading the blue team,

and Heather is pulling up

more than the men's morale.

Work with me.

Work with me.

GORDON RAMSAY: Keith.

Keith.

Pull your pants up.

Just say to him, which

would you rather show--

the safety pin or my ass?

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's

newly-reshuffled teams

prepare for dinner service.

Make sure everything has a

label date on it, everything.

It's going to be a good day.

GARRETT: It's really good to

have somebody of Heather's

caliber on the team right now.

We've lost the last

two dinner services,

and we will not go - .

That's it.

I've got that air

of confidence on me.

Meanwhile, in the red

kitchen, all is quiet--

maybe a little too quiet.

It's just not good

right now within the team.

It just scares me.

I know Sarah wants

to be a leader,

but right now is not

the time for a power

struggle between she and I.

You want to hear

my odds on the bet?

I hate to say I hope, but I

think the red team is going

to start seeing some losses.

I look forward to seeing

Rachel on the chopping block.

GORDON RAMSAY: OK, guys.

Let's go.

Ladies, let's go.

Now, yeah?

This is the fourth service.

This is where we get

stronger, better.

Is that clear?

Yes, Chef.

One more thing.

Hell's Kitchen's ice

machine is broken.

Red team, you lost another

challenge yesterday.

So when I say we need ice,

go and get ice, and quick.

Hell's Kitchen is now open.

Let's go, yes?

NARRATOR: On the heels

of a successful lunch,

Chef Ramsay is

expecting to finally

complete a dinner service.

Any questions?

No, Chef.

Let's go.

How would you like

the salmon to be done?

Medium.

NARRATOR: Tonight, Rachel

is on the appetizers.

But for her salad Saint-Jacques,

she will have to rely

on Sara for the scallops.

I'm going to need

Saint-Jacques in four minutes,

five minutes, please.

Thank you, Saint-Jacques.

After that, I'm going

to need two more-- yeah,

three Saint-Jacques all day.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

A larger pan will be

easier for the risotto.

Get it wicked hot first.

I totally feel like I'm the

babysitter of the blue team.

Tom.

Is it hot?

Let me see.

No, no.

Put it back in the oven.

Come on, baby.

NARRATOR: While Heather

tries to get things

going on the blue team,

Rachel is ready to plate

her first appetizer.

But she needs a

little help from Sara.

I need my scallops, please.

They are in the pan.

I will get them to

you in two seconds.

Sarah.

Are we ready, yes?

Yeah.

I was waiting for

her call, Chef.

You're waiting

for her call, yeah?

Called it three times.

NARRATOR: While Sara's

miscommunication with Rachel

has put the red

kitchen behind, Garrett

is bringing his first

appetizers to the pass.

There's no salt in there.

There's not even an

ounce of salt in there.

Are you serious?

We can't send any

food, Garrett--

Garrett!

Unless we've tasted anything.

If you haven't tasted

your own f*cking food,

what chance have you got?

None.

I'd rather f*ck

off for a burger.

NARRATOR: While

Garrett starts over,

Chef Ramsey turns his

attention to the red kitchen.

How long, Rachel?

Coming out now, Chef.

Why is the risotto

so stiff, Rachel?

I don't know where you've

eaten risotto before,

but it relaxes on the plate.

Yes, chef.

Risotto is not

stacked up in a mold.

It's relaxed on a plate,

and it flows like lava.

Yes, Chef.

Is that difficult?

No, Chef.

Is this because

Heather is gone?

- No, Chef.

- Is it?

No, Chef.

RACHEL: We're sorry

to lose Heather.

But my focus right now is to

get us in another service.

You got potatoes on for me?

NARRATOR: In the

blue kitchen, Garrett

is hoping his second

risotto attempt will

be to Chef Ramsay's liking.

I want to taste that.

Put the pan down.

Hallelujah.

Music to my f*cking ears.

, go.

Is the risotto relaxed, yeah?

Yes, Chef, it's relaxed.

Service, please.

Now you've gone too far.

Now you've gone from one

extreme to the other.

Yes, Chef.

Surely you must have some

form of quality control

inside your brain as a cook.

Now it's liquid.

It looks like a

f*cking soup, Rachel.

When someone stands

up there and says

your attempt is

not up to par, it's

a very humbling experience.

Chef Ramsay will have

the perfect opportunity

to get rid of me.

This is good.

It could be a little

warmer, but it's good.

- It's cold.

- It's cold?

Let me bring it back.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

What's going on?

The spaghetti is cold,

Chef, in the blue kitchen.

The spaghetti is cold,

Chef, f*cking cold.

Hey.

Yes, Chef?

- Do you want to go?

- No way.

No way, Chef.

- Do you want to go?

No way, Chef.

Get me a f*cking spaghetti,

and move your ass, yeah?

Yes, Chef.

You're back in the

institute again, aren't you?

- No way, Chef.

- Serving that shit.

Are you a big boy?

- Come on.

I've got to get this going.

What did I say

to you about taste?

Taste, taste.

Yes, Chef.

All that did for

me when Chef Ramsay

said you want to go back to

jail was motivate me even more.

I'm going to bust my ass,

and I'm going to prove

to you that I belong here.

Stand by.

Two duck, one

tortellini, one turbot.

NARRATOR: minutes into

dinner service, and Rachel

has managed to turn out

appetizers for just six tables.

Now Virginia and Sara must

work together on the entrees.

How close are you to

the turbot and tortellini?

I'm ready and

waiting for your call.

Will you start bringing

these plates up?

I'm ready.

OK.

Where is everything else?

Where's the turbot?

Chef, I haven't

started it yet.

No.

She said that she's ready.

No.

She didn't even

start cooking it.

She did start

cooking it, Chef.

So now you want to

start lying to me?

I'm not lying to you, Chef.

She said that she's

ready when I am.

I'm ready and

waiting for your call.

- I'm ready.

- OK.

So where's the f*cking turbot?

In my hands, Chef.

She hasn't even

got the turbot in.

Now you're trying

to pass the buck.

Everything you just told

me confirms my suspicions--

hello--

about you.

You're not here as a

team member, are you?

Yes I am, Chef.

You're out for

yourself, aren't you?

No, I'm not, Chef.

You're here to

screw the rest of them

and f*cking get your little

ration to sit pretty on.

No, I am no, chef.

So where's the f*cking turbot?

VIRGINIA: Sara didn't

speak up and say, Chef, I

did tell her that I was ready.

She should have at least

spoken up and said something.

f*ck me.

Did I misunderstand

you when I heard you say

you were ready whenever I am?

All I heard was tortellini.

I didn't hear turbot.

Virginia wants to say, well,

you f*cked up that turbot.

It's like, yeah, well, so?

Chef Ramsay can't

stand you right now.

I don't necessarily see

that as such a bad thing.

NARRATOR: The blue

team has finally pushed

out most of their appetizers.

With one ticket

remaining, Garrett

is ready with the spaghetti.

And now it's all up to

Tom on the meat station.

- How long?

- Seven minutes, Chef.

Seven minutes.

Why so long?

The quail.

Oh, no.

The quail has got to rest.

The quail is not cooked?

Hello?

What time did I

call out the order?

An hour ago.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

in the red kitchen,

all that's needed to complete

the first entrees are

the mashed potatoes on the side.

- Maribel?

- Yes, chef?

What is that?

Those are the potatoes, Chef.

Tell me, why has

it gone like glue?

Missy, I'd get some fresh

ones if I was you, yeah?

Do we have anymore

potatoes, guy?

Oh, dear.

You know what?

If that was the last thing

in this country to eat,

I'd f*cking starve.

NARRATOR: In the blue

kitchen, the pressure is still

on Tom on the meat section.

Service, place.

Where's the Wellington?

It was a little too pink.

Oh, no.

Oh, come on.

It's a little too pink?

Keith, four minutes.

Four minutes to window.

Thank you.

Tom, do you realize

what's going on in here?

Yes, people are communicating.

Yeah, that's right.

First thing he turns

around and says, Chef,

four minutes to the window.

You, a little pink.

What f*cking line of

communication is that on?

NARRATOR: An hour and a

half into dinner service,

and the good news

is the customers

are enjoying their food.

It's really flavorful.

NARRATOR: The bad news is

there isn't a lot of it.

Virginia and Rachel have

teamed up on the quail dish,

but will it fly

with Chef Ramsay?

- Virginia

- Yes, Chef?

- Rachel.

- Yes, Chef?

Why have we left all the

bone on with the quail?

Here.

I'll cut it off.

Here.

I'll cut it off.

f*cking hell.

Why have we left

all the wings on?

I'm never going

to get this right.

I deserve to die.

We'll get it right.

We'll get it right.

- Rachel.

- Chef.

Is this normal for you?

Because you look at me as if

it's the planet f*cking Mars.

No.

I'm just trying to

understand your procedures.

It's no big, complicated,

standard procedure.

It's just normal.

- Right.

Piss off an go

and get some ice.

Yes, Chef.

Red team, you

lost the challenge.

When I say we need

ice, go and get ice.

NARRATOR: While Rachel has

to lead Hell's Kitchen,

Tom is juggling multiple

orders for the blue team.

This order here, .

Hello?

Stop!

Hey, listen.

Stop!

Com here, you idiot.

I'm f*cking had enough!

I'm trying to tell you

in your f*cking eyeballs

that the climb is

spaghetti now, and you're

putting the quail in.

- No.

I have the ones there.

That's for that

f*cking order there!

Oh, my.

You're not bordered, are you?

It doesn't hurt, does it?

No, it does.

I can't yell.

I can't cry.

All I have to do is

I've got to do it.

Oh, my god.

The duck is burnt!

You're cooking in a burnt

pan, you f*cking d*ck!

Oh, my god!

Leave it!

Leave it!

Leave it!

Just f*cking leave it!

You're going to blow fire in

your face, you f*cking donkey!

Keith!

Keith!

Yes, Chef.

Get on the meat section

and stand next to him,

and don't like him

cook a f*cking thing.

And you, open those big eyes

and watch what the f*ck this guy

is doing.

Yes, Chef.

Shut it and watch.

Yes, Chef.

Shut it!

You got that duck?

Listen to me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

NARRATOR: In her hurry to bring

ice back to Hell's Kitchen,

Rachel has forgotten

one crucial thing--

money.

Sir, would you

do me a huge favor?

Would you pay for my ice?

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Please.

Please I'm begging.

Add that in there.

Thank you so much.

You want ice, Chef?

Yes, Chef.

You will get ice.

Thank you.

If I had to beg, borrow,

whatever I got to do,

I'll go get you some ice.

NARRATOR: With Rachel down

and out of the kitchen,

her team is succeeding

in pushing out entrees.

Chicken is done,

Wellington is done.

Right.

How long, please?

- Chef, we're plating.

- You're plating?

- Yep.

- So am I.

Perfect.

Music to my f*cking ears.

Bring it over here, missy.

Service, please.

When Rachel left, it

did get a little easier.

It felt a little bit more

relaxed, only because Chef

wasn't screaming on our side.

Service, please.

And we can be relaxed and

calm and get things out.

I busted my ass

on the way back.

NARRATOR: Two hours into dinner

service, and each kitchen

has delivered only

half their entrees.

Oh, come on.

Virginia!

Yes, Chef.

What is that there?

What was the

Wellington requested?

Medium.

What is that?

I thought it was medium.

My bad.

Here we go again.

What is that?

I thought it was

medium, Chef, I swear.

What is that?

- Rare?

- Rare.

That's right.

Gold star.

Rachel, you're

going to k*ll me.

Can you make Wellington?

Is it morning yet?

Missy, why are you glazing

with butter, not egg wash?

It was egg wash, sir.

What's that in there?

That's egg.

- Egg yolk or egg white?

- Egg white.

Oh, no.

Have they all been glazed

all night with egg white?

Wrong thing, evidently.

Oh, no.

Why are Wellingtons

going in now?

We ran out, Chef.

You ran out?

Yes.

Oh, f*ck me.

Ladies, I personally don't

want to don't do this anymore.

I'm fed up with your shit.

I'm fed up with your shit.

You've been a f*cking

let down since the minute

you started cooking.

- Yes, Chef.

Then you lied to me that

the turbot was on route,

and she hadn't even gotten

it out of the f*cking fridge.

Do you want to

continue like this?

- No, Chef.

- f*ck the lot of you.

Is that clear?

Yes, Chef.

f*ck the lot of you.

Yes, Chef.

You.

Come here, you, fat f*ck.

Hey, donut, come here, you.

Hey, ladies, come here.

Let me tell you something.

There you go.

There you go.

I've had enough.

I've had enough!

I cannot believe you

are actually attempting

to f*cking win a restaurant.

Get back in your f*cking dorms.

By the time you

get back in here,

from the blue team, nominate

someone that's going tonight.

And for the red team, come back

with someone that's leaving.

Now get out!

Out!

Leave the stove!

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay

has told each team

to come to a

consensus and nominate

one of their chefs to go home.

No one is safe.

I'm just trying to figure

out what happened there.

He called me a liar.

I seriously thought you

said that we were on time.

That's his job.

That's what he does.

Because you know what?

He's just making you better.

SARA: Right now is the weed

out process in the game

where you take your

friendships, you put them aside,

and you want the golden ticket.

Sarah did screw up,

it got blamed on me,

and she never fessed up to it.

So now you want to

start lying to me.

I'm not lying to you, Chef.

She said that she

was ready when I am.

To have Chef Ramsay

call me a liar and--

it just breaks my heart.

Why are you so

passive aggressive?

I had no idea the shit goes on--

I'm not passive aggressive.

Sorry I made you

look like a liar.

You don't learn without

making a mistake.

That was so embarrassing.

Oh, my god.

HEATHER: The problem with

our team tonight was Tom.

The problem with the blue

team from the get go--

Tom.

We need him gone.

He has to go home.

Chef Ramsay, three services

in a row, he's blasted him,

blasted him, and blasted

him, and blasted him.

He's a salesman.

He's going to try to talk

his way into staying.

Most importantly, you

threw something in my face,

and I didn't f*cking drop ya.

That's the most important thing.

That's way out of bounds, guys.

TOM: I'm like that

piece of gum that's

stuck to the bottom of your

shoe you just can't get rid of.

You know what?

I'm going to be back tomorrow.

Let's all talk about

where we all stand here.

Let's do that.

Dude I don't want to go.

What?

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go, either.

Well, we gotta come

up with a consensus.

You've got to make a vote.

But honestly,

guys, I'm not stupid.

I know what happened

tonight, and I know you guys

are all going to vote for me.

So we might as well just come

to the conclusion right now.

Because if you

don't want to go,

you need to stick

up for yourself.

You've got to say a name.

We've got to do this as a group.

I don't know who--

not you, not you.

Maybe you, Maribel.

MARIBEL: Two things that I

think that held us back today--

the potatoes and the risotto

they had to do a few times.

Risotto is not

stacked up in a mold.

Is that difficult?

No, Chef.

So you think it's me?

I can't make a decision.

[music playing]

What I've realized tonight--

that standing in

front of me now,

sadly, is a bunch

of fast food chefs.

Unfortunately, I

haven't got a fast food

restaurant to give away.

What I've got is a

multimillion-dollar restaurant

in a billion-dollar resort.

Keith.

Yes, Chef?

You were the one bright

spot in the blue team.

Who did the blue team

nominate and why?

The blue team got

together and nominated Tom

because we just think he

was the least contributing

to getting the food out.

Sara, you showed

some initiative.

Thank you, Chef.

Who have the red

team nominated and why?

We've nominated

Virginia, Chef.

Who?

- Virginia.

- Really?

Yes, Chef.

Did you consider Rachel?

We did.

But she made not as many

mistakes as Virginia did.

Rachel.

Chef.

I think that's been your worst

performance since I met you.

Absolutely, Chef.

Step forward,

Tom and Virginia.

Tom.

Yes, Chef.

Why should you stay

in Hell's Kitchen?

Honestly, Chef, you

can't beat me down.

You can't.

I will not give up.

I have not gotten through

that much humiliation

to give up now.

I'm going to show you

you cannot get rid of me.

You will not break me.

Virginia, tell me

why you think you

should stay in Hell's Kitchen.

I have a passion for food.

My heart and soul is in it.

If you think that I can make

it, then I want to stay.

But if you look right at me and

you honestly don't think so,

then I don't deserve to be here.

But I feel I do.

You happy now, Rachel?

No, Chef, I'm not.

You must be laughing big

time, sweetheart, yeah?

I'll take her place,

Chef, if you want me to.

That's tempting.

Rachel.

Chef?

Have they all been glazed

all night with egg white?

Wrong thing, evidently.

Oh, no.

That's for that

f*cking order there!

You're not here as a

team member, are you?

Yes, I am, sir.

You're out for

yourself, aren't you?

No, I'm not.

So where's the f*cking turbot?

The Person leaving

Hell's Kitchen is Tom.

Give me your jacket and

get out Hell's Kitchen.

All right, Chef.

I loved working

in the kitchen.

By no means am I giving up.

This is the path I've chosen.

You know what's scary?

I got to go find a job.

Hey, Chef, I need

a recommendation.

Just think long and

hard about tonight.

Because that, quite possibly,

has to be the worst service

I've ever experienced.

I really feel like

throwing the towel in,

because you guys pushed me

places I've never gone before.

Since I'm part of

the blue team now,

I definitely want the

blue team to rise above.

So without Tom, we can do this.

RACHEL: Chef had some

choice words for me tonight.

I'd work for that

man just to learn.

And I don't think

he sees that in me.

So--

VIRGINIA: Tonight

was just horrible.

The worst part of it is the

fact that we're not like a team

right now.

We're like enemies.

SARA: I am who I am.

Here's your competition.

You better watch out for me.

I'm not giving up on you guys.

But don't give up on me.

Now get out.

Good night.

Tom has got a big heart.

Sadly, he's a really crap cook.

Why on Earth he ever decided

to attempt to become a chef,

I'll never know.

NARRATOR: On the next

"Hell's Kitchen,"

the feud between Rachel and

Sara reaches its breaking point.

I could beat her ass.

Man, I'm scared.

NARRATOR: Then It's celebrity

time in "Hell's Kitchen."

Oh, my god.

NARRATOR: But at dinner service,

Chef Ramsay is all business.

This is your time to step

up and get your team together.

NARRATOR: And he kicks one of

the cooks out of the kitchen.

You're in jeopardy of screwing

the whole f*cking thing.

NARRATOR: Will dinner

be another disaster?

Where's the lamb chops?

NARRATOR: Or will Chef Ramsay

get the successful service

he's desperate for?

You've got three

tables left to go.

Hallelujah.

NARRATOR: You won't

believe what happens.

Please, please, please,

please, please, please!

NARRATOR: Find out next

time on "Hell's Kitchen."