03x04 - 8 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

There are your customers,

America's finest.

I was really honored to be

able to cook for the army.

NARRATOR: "Hell's Kitchen,"

open for breakfast.

Let's rock it out, ladies.

NARRATOR: Giving one

underdog a chance to shine.

We got about one

minute on these omelets.

NARRATOR: As Julia led

her squad to victory--

GORDON RAMSAY: You're about to

sink the navy, you dickhead.

NARRATOR: The men suffered

another embarrassing defeat

and were ordered to do KP duty,

while the women celebrated

their victory in style.

- Cheers, ladies.

Well done.

Yes.

Cheers.

NARRATOR: Back at

"Hell's Kitchen,"

Aaron's body called it quits.

MAN: Medic.

NARRATOR: Called it quits.

MAN: Go.

NARRATOR: And he was

rushed to the hospital.

You cannot come back

into this kitchen.

Come here.

NARRATOR: At dinner service, the

men got off to a rocky start.

Can't we have a [inaudible]?

NARRATOR: But rally to earn

Chef Ramsay's approval.

Rob?

Yes, chef?

Very nice, that risotto.

NARRATOR: In the

women's kitchen,

two crucial mistakes were made.

Jen recycled spaghetti

from the trash.

Where'd you get it from?

Garbage on top.

Oh, no, no, no.

NARRATOR: And Joanna

served spoiled crab.

The crab is rancid.

It's stinking.

You'll k*ll someone.

Get out.

Get out.

NARRATOR: After a

disastrous loss,

Chef Ramsay gave the red

team their marching orders.

Have a little team meeting

and decide which two of you

are gonna be nominated

for elimination.

NARRATOR: Later at

elimination, the women thought

they had it figured out.

The first nominee is myself.

- And who's the other nominee?

- Julia.

NARRATOR: But a guilty

conscience got the best of Jen.

I'm the next nominee, Chef.

NARRATOR: And so Chef

Ramsay had to choose

between Joanna and Jen.

The person leaving

"Hell's Kitchen" is Joanna.

Take your jacket off and

leave "Hell's Kitchen."

NARRATOR: And so it was

Joanna, whose dream of running

a brand-new restaurant in

the Green Valley Ranch Resort

went up in flames.

[theme music]

And now the continuation

of "Hell's Kitchen."

BONNIE: Our morale

was down because we'd

just lost a player.

We performed horribly--

I mean inexcusably bad.

I feel bad that I made

that crappy decision.

There's no crying

in the kitchen.

Jen took food out

of the trash can.

Where'd you get it from?

Garbage on top.

Oh, no, no, no.

Awful, awful decision.

I'd have thrown you out of

my kitchen for doing that.

I lost my sense

of judgment being

in this competition

because it is so heated,

because we are under pressure.

How do you explain that

though, Vinnie, without it

being looking stupid?

When you sat down, I

just kind of looked at you

like, that's the

girl that pulled

something out of the garbage.

Vinnie.

What?

Look.

Maybe I am sounding like a d*ck.

But you did it.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes

to stay in "Hell's Kitchen."

I'm sure that they're all angry.

There's no harm in speaking up,

and I'm gonna speak my mind.

You totally did the

wrong thing by pulling

something out of the garbage.

You wouldn't do that?

VINNIE: No.

You're absolutely right.

I wouldn't.

People have no idea what

we're going through in here.

We're running on no sleep.

It's like : in

the morning, people.

We're in hell.

NARRATOR: It's a new

day in "Hell's Kitchen,"

but Chef Ramsay still has some

questions about last night's

dinner service.

Good morning.

Good morning, Chef.

Jen, will you stay away

from the bins tonight?

I understand that, Chef.

Yeah.

Vinnie, any nightmares?

I dreamt of you

all night, Chef.

Me, you, and a

box of quail eggs.

What is that?

f*ck off, will you?

f*ck off.

We've got a hell

of a lot to learn.

You know that?

The secret behind a

good chef is taste.

None of you are pushing

your palates to the extreme.

That's exactly what

we're gonna do next.

The challenge is a

test of your palates.

Do you understand?

Yes, Chef.

Julia and Brad, both

of you are up first.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: In Chef

Ramsay's taste test,

each aspiring chef must

attempt to identify

three different foods.

The team with the most correct

answers will win the challenge.

Ready?

Brad, you sack of shit.

OK.

American cheese.

Tastes like American cheese.

Well done.

One, nil.

New God, he's f*cking ugly.

What is that?

I believe it's cheese,

sir, cheddar to be exact.

Wrong.

American cheese.

BRAD: It was hard

because you're nervous,

and you had a blindfold

and loud music.

It throws you off so

bad you don't even know.

Fried chicken.

What is that?

I believe it's fried chicken.

What is that?

I knew what that

was immediately.

You know, I am not

unfamiliar with chicken.

Tastes Stock a fried

chicken breast.

Plain boiled carrots.

Plain boiled carrots.

Come on.

What is that?

Hello?

Papaya.

f*cking carrot, you donut.

What was that?

A radish, Chef.

Ugh.

Damn.

Brad, you've just been beaten

by a Waffle House chef.

Take the trays with you, please.

NARRATOR: The score

is women and men

as Melissa and Rock

step up to the plates.

Ladies, to , yes?

Can you hear under

all that hair?

I can hear you when you

lift up the thing, Chef.

Egg yolk.

What is that?

Hard-boiled egg yolk, Chef.

That a boy.

What is that?

It's so familiar.

I know it's probably

the simplest

thing in the freaking world.

Hey.

I want an answer.

Potato.

Ugh.

Hard-boiled egg yolk.

Neck and neck.

Boiled potatoes.

NARRATOR: Both easily

identify the potato.

Potato.

Boiled potato, Chef.

NARRATOR: But neither

can recognize venison.

Either chicken

or turkey, Chef.

Steak.

Dear, oh, dear.

NARRATOR: And the

score remains to .

Next up, Josh the sous chef

versus Bonnie the nanny.

- OK.

- Wait.

I can hear you.

Christ almighty.

All right.

Can you hear me now?

What?

She can hear him.

OK, Bonnie, can

you hear me now?

Nice piece of lobster.

I would say langoustine, Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Close but wrong.

What was that?

Scallop, Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, god almighty.

f*ck.

OK.

- .

A slice of bok choy.

Ah.

Ever since I was little,

I've sampled weird things

just out of curiosity.

I love to put

things in my mouth.

It tastes like the end of the

bok choy, Chef, the stem end.

- Come on.

- What was that?

Radish, Chef.

Oh, god.

This fascinates me--

one professional chef

with a glittering resume

and one f*cking nanny.

- to the ladies.

Slice of pear.

As soon as Chef Ramsay put

the piece of food in my mouth,

and I just rolled it around in

my tongue, and I squished it--

it's a pear, Chef.

Thank you.

Well done.

What is that?

Mango, Chef.

f*ck.

Ugh.

He f*cked up pear.

I know Josh had a pear before.

out of .

Bonnie, well done.

Let my team down.

Let myself down.

No excuses.

No excuses.

NARRATOR: With

Josh striking out,

the women are leading to .

The men have yet

to win a challenge.

And now their fate rests

squarely on Vinnie's palate.

Vinnie?

Yes, Chef?

Pressure's on, big boy.

Two to tie and three to win.

Jen, Vinnie, step forward.

Let's go.

- .

Thank you, Scott.

This is critical.

If the men get this

wrong, finished.

A piece of seared tuna.

What was that?

Come on.

f*cking hell.

What was that?

Pancetta.

Pancetta.

Yes.

Take them off, blindfolds off.

The blue team lost

yet another challenge.

God damn it.

Gentlemen, clearly

no serious palate,

no clear identification.

Someone needs some

work on their taste.

This is our

third straight win.

We cannot be beaten.

Ladies, well done.

We're gonna share the

most amazing dining

experience together, something

you've never ever done,

any of you.

Gentlemen, bad news.

On the back of losing that

very important taste challenge,

you're going to spend all day

now prepping for both kitchens.

Because tonight, we're

open for service.

Not only did we lose,

we have to prep not

just our kitchen, two kitchens.

That's ridiculous.

That's a ridiculous task.

Not only are you

prepping for both kitchens,

you'll be educating your

palates as we go along.

Mary-Ann.

NARRATOR: As part of the

blue team's punishment,

Chef Ramsay is

dishing up something

special for their lunch.

Oh, god.

Beef liver, tongue,

pigs' feet, tripe, kidneys.

Oh, f*cking hell.

Your palate's are shit.

So taste everything

on this platter.

The food that they were

given as their punishment,

it's pretty bad.

I mean I-- tongue and liver and

kidneys, they just make-- ugh--

I-- [wretching noises].

Gentlemen, bon appetit.

Ladies, go and get dressed.

So the girls won.

And I thought that we were going

to knock this out of the park.

And it sucks.

- She could hear.

- She said she could hear.

She said it--

- She was like, I can hear.

He was like, you can hear?

She was like, yes.

All right.

Can you hear me now?

What?

She can hear him.

It's ridiculous.

There's way too many

conspiracy theories

in this kitchen right now.

Bonnie, do you

realize that you

kept saying, I can hear you.

I can hear you.

I can hear you.

I can hear you.

And then you answered

the question exactly

the way he f*cking said it.

- What?

Pear?

- No.

Bok choy stem.

[interposing voices]

BONNIE: I didn't cheat.

I can't believe the

guys think I cheated.

The guys are totally

making excuses.

They weren't concentrating.

I ain't calling you a cheater.

I like you, Bonnie.

Wow.

So where are we doing?

Do we have any idea?

I don't know.

I cannot believe that

they would have the audacity

to accuse me of cheating.

No, that's crazy.

That's just--

I mean I could not believe it.

All of my sympathy for them,

it just went out the window.

Come on.

Jealousy makes you nasty.

It's like they're

like bitter, you know.

It's like, she cheated.

She heard.

We're lucky, Hell's b*tches.

Now Chef Ramsay

wants to continue

to educate your palate.

You have some pickled palm leaf.

You have grass jelly, creamed

herring, pickled herring,

calves' liver, trotters, pig's

tongue, and cows' tongue.

Here's your barf bags in case

your stomach can't handle it.

Hi.

Ladies, all glam

and ready to go, yes?

Yes, Chef.

First of all, well done.

Congratulations.

And I promise you this will

be a unique dining experience.

Welcome to Opaque.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay

leads the women

into unfamiliar territory,

dining in the dark.

Wow.

Oh my god.

It was so dark in there.

I mean you couldn't see your

hand in front of your face

literally.

- I'm sorry if I'm hanging on--

Ladies, keep up, please.

Don't go so fast.

Well, they're going fast.

Slow down, please.

I just never

thought about people

wanting to eat in the dark.

But I guess when you really

get into fine dining,

it's all about the

taste of the food.

Oh, I feel the table.

Who threw a roll at me?

Chef, you threw a roll at me.

NARRATOR: While the women

are enjoying a unique dining

experience, the men are treating

their palates to some rather

unusual delicacies.

Make this a meal.

What is this?

That's pigs' tongue.

That's definitely tongue.

I'm not gonna sit

there and bullshit.

It was f*cking nasty.

It was disgusting.

I'm pissed.

I'm angry.

BRAD: You want me to

get you some hot sauce?

I'm good.

JOSH: You want some

more water or something?

Cheers.

Well done.

Oh, there you go.

[inaudible] reaching.

Chef, don't you have the

nicest voice in the dark?

You really do.

It's quite soothing.

Ah.

Bonnie, behave yourself.

It was way easier

to talk to Chef Ramsay

while we were in the dark.

I can't get fresh on you, Chef.

I can't even find you.

Dear, oh dear.

VINNIE: I thought

I'd be complaining

I didn't get pickled herring.

Look.

I will swap stomach

lining for cows' liver

and a little bit of this jelly.

What the f*ck is this?

That's stomach lining.

It's good for you.

BRAD: The stomach lining

of-- what did he say?

Cow.

Rock, I think

you should let it

go if you've gotta let it go.

I'm not-- I don't

have to throw up.

You need this?

The domino effect of

puking crossed my mind.

I was afraid, though,

that if Rock puked,

then Vinnie was gonna puke.

Then if Vinnie was gonna

puke, then Josh is gonna puke.

If one throws up,

everyone's gonna go down.

You know what, Rock?

Be the man and throw it up.

Don't hold back.

It was the most disgusting

experience I've had in my life.

I need to use the restroom.

Excuse me.

NARRATOR: After a rewarding

day with Chef Ramsay,

the women returned to the

dorms for a little R&R.

[yawning]

I'm relieved that the

boys have to prep for us

tonight because I'm exhausted.

Hopefully I'll be

able to get some sleep

and get my game back.

NARRATOR: The men

complete their punishment

of prepping both kitchens

for tonight's dinner service.

Ah, yeah, we're

gonna start prepping.

Hustle today too, fellas .

I don't want to see

any goofing off.

JOSH: I am sore.

We've been going nonstop for

a long time on no sleep--

and pushing, pushing,

pushing all day

prepping for two kitchens.

NARRATOR: Before the doors

of "Hell's Kitchen" can open,

Chef Ramsay has an

important announcement.

You've all got a one in

eight chance of winning

a phenomenal prize, head chef

of the Green Valley Ranch Resort

in Vegas.

And tonight, whether

you like it or not,

your fate lies in the

hands of the customers.

Their comment cards

on everything they eat

will determine which team wins.

Move your ass.

Yes, Chef.

Jean-Philippe, open

"Hell's Kitchen."

Let's go.

-

GORDON RAMSAY: Nice atmosphere

in there tonight, yeah?

Keep it up, yes?

Anyone waiting,

complaining, waiting,

I want to know

straightaway, yeah?

NARRATOR: As Chef

Ramsay has often said,

getting appetizers

out quickly is the key

to a successful dinner service.

In the blue kitchen, Josh

is now ready to deliver his

first appetizer to Chef Ramsay.

Risotto.

Right here.

- Yes, Chef.

- What's he done there?

Huh?

It just doesn't

taste cooked enough.

It's still a little crunchy.

Risotto back on.

It's not cooked

properly, the risotto.

Sorry, Chef?

It's not cooked

properly, the risotto.

f*ck me.

f*cking hell.

Risotto's not cooked

properly, yes?

Dress the scallops.

Dress the scallops.

Yes, sir.

He just sits there

and f*cking dreams.

Come on.

Work the risotto.

It's not cooked properly, yeah?

- Yes, Chef.

Yeah.

We were having problems.

But when it comes

down to it, holy shit.

Get it right.

Gentlemen, the customers

decide your fate tonight.

Yes, Chef.

Get a grip, yes?

You're not [inaudible].

Hey, get a grip, yes?

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: While Josh

struggles with the risotto,

the women are ready

to impress Chef

Ramsay with their appetizers.

Two minutes.

Two minutes.

Those are overcooked, babe.

Huh?

Those are overcooked.

Really?

Yeah.

Julia's scallops are

overcooked, you guys.

One minute to the window.

Julia needs two minutes.

I need two minutes.

I gotta put my risotto up.

You ready?

Did you hear me?

I need two minutes.

Ready, Julia?

I told you I need two minutes.

But that was one minute ago.

One minute?

Something's happened,

but no one's told me.

I overcooked the

scallops, Chef.

Thank you.

Melissa, you're running

the appetizers, yes?

Yes.

You're running ahead,

and no one's with you.

Yes, Chef.

You're not a team player.

Right now I need some

team f*cking spirit.

- Yes, Chef.

- I'll kick you out.

And I'll do the

f*cking section myself.

Yes, Chef.

I know what your game is.

Yeah?

You just wanna get all

your little appetizers out.

Look good, yeah.

Oh, oh, f*ck me.

Oh, f*ck me.

- No, no, Chef.

No, I was trying-- no.

I swear to God that's not true.

f*ck off.

Piss off.

That's not true.

f*cking bimbo.

I definitely think Chef

Ramsay puts more pressure

on the more experienced.

But you know what?

He should.

You're at "Hell's Kitchen."

Julia, every time you're

slow, I'm getting yelled at.

Thank you, Melissa.

NARRATOR: While Melissa

is doing everything

she can to hold things

together in the red kitchen,

over in the blue kitchen, Josh

isn't doing anything at all.

That's it?

Hello?

You've got nothing on.

You've got nothing f*cking on.

Rock, he's on the appetizers.

Yes, Chef.

He's got nothing

on this table.

Yes, Chef.

He should be cooking

the scallops for you.

- Yes.

- But he won't suggest that.

But you've got to

tell him to do it.

Josh.

Josh.

Yes, Chef?

Come over here and

cook these, please.

Rock, you got it.

No problem.

Thank you, Rock.

Get Data there.

NARRATOR: It's minutes

into dinner service.

And thanks to Rock's

efforts, customers

in the blue dining room are

now enjoying appetizers.

-

-

NARRATOR: Meanwhile, the men

have moved on to entrees.

And Vinnie is ready to impress

Chef Ramsay with his meat.

GORDON RAMSAY: Two

seconds, first main course.

You had the beef wellington?

Vinnie.

Can we go with the

three wellingtons?

Chef, I need more

time on the wellington.

- Oh, f*cking hell.

- I overcooked them.

I need fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes?

What?

What?

Vinnie, come on.

What are you on

about minutes?

Oh, get out.

f*ck off.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

Vinnie, everything moving

f*cking perfectly normal.

And then you want

more minutes because you

f*cked-- how many did you f*ck?

I f*cked four of them, Chef.

NARRATOR: As Vinnie

struggles with his meat

in the blue kitchen,

Bonnie tries to master

her meat in the red kitchen.

It's so raw.

It's thinner.

No.

It's so raw.

Let's go.

We're waiting on you, Bonnie.

Yes, Chef.

Is that just sliced in half

then and put back in the pan?

This, Chef?

No, no, Bonnie, not that.

Yes, Chef.

You're f*cking

[inaudible],, you stupid calf.

Do you know what?

Every time I ask you

a sensible question,

you give me a dumb blond answer.

- Sorry, Chef.

- Right.

Let's go back to the

beginning, shall we?

Yes, Chef?

He Have you just sliced

a chicken in half

and stuck it back in the oven?

- Yes, Chef.

Is it dry?

It doesn't feel dry, Chef.

But I'll start over.

It's f*cking lost its texture.

Yes, Chef.

Right now, you're all

screwing your f*cking selves.

Is the chicken in

for the langoustine?

- Yes, Chef, right here.

- Right here, Chef.

f*ck me.

That's the main

course right there.

It's right here, Chef.

Listen.

Hey, listen.

It's not in.

It's not in, but I'm

putting it in right now.

Right.

So-- here we go again.

When are you gonna

f*cking shut up?

I've had enough now.

Stop lying to me.

You're saying yes

all the f*cking time.

Yet nothing's done.

Work together.

Yes, Chef.

OK, ladies.

As long as we don't get anything

coming back, we'll be fine.

Y'all hear me?

I know.

Let's not everybody

try to be chiefs.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: Despite many setbacks,

two hours into dinner service,

the red kitchen has managed

to serve entrees,

while the blue kitchen

has only served six.

I just came to tell you that

there will be a slight delay

on the main courses.

-

Service, please.

Service, please.

-

Two seconds, please, madam.

Service, please.

We've been waiting for

a long time [inaudible]..

Jean-Philippe, what

table was the lady from,

please, so we can find out

where her food is, please?

- , Chef.

- .

Blue, yes?

- Yes.

Take the giraffe back

to the table, please?

Service, please.

Let's go.

-

GORDON RAMSAY: Move your

f*cking ass, will you?

Wellington, one rare, one

medium, one normal, yes?

GORDON RAMSAY:

What's going, Vinnie?

Hello?

Any update on the wellingtons?

Or have I got to

f*cking read your mind?

Monkfish-- two monkfish, one

chicken, one wellington medium.

GORDON RAMSAY: Is

that medium there?

He's flashing them in the

oven after they're cooked.

OK, guys.

Just stop, stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop.

Blue donkeys, come here.

Touch that.

Touch that.

It's rare.

You, look at me.

You don't care anymore.

You know that?

Chef Ramsay was on me

tonight for these hawkeye.

He sees-- he's Oz.

He sees everything.

Let's go.

I got a medium right here.

- One wellington.

- Go.

Right there.

GORDON RAMSAY: Vinnie.

Yes, Chef?

Vinnie.

Come on, Chef.

Look.

Raw pastry trim up the bottom.

That's the shit you don't

send to the customers.

It's still left on.

Tell him to trim them,

will you, please?

Trim real quick.

- Chef, Vinnie?

- Yes, Chef?

Look at me.

Can you trim it properly?

- Yes, Chef.

Yeah?

And bring it to the hot plate.

And cut the pastry with

a serrated knife, donkey.

Is it every other one

with you is right?

Or is it one in three's right?

No, Chef.

This one's perfect.

This one's perfect.

What have you ever cooked--

how much have you [inaudible]??

I f*cked a lot up,

but I'm on it now.

Oh, no.

I kept my own private

garbage bin on my station.

And I had six wellington orders

and one chicken in my bin.

Hey.

A restaurant wouldn't

even open with that.

You'd close it before

you got anywhere.

It was a mistake.

It's an expensive mistake.

Oh, f*ck me senseless.

NARRATOR: While Vinnie is

hopeless on the meat station,

Bonnie is hoping

her wellingtons will

finally impress Chef Ramsay.

Has the wellington rested?

No, Chef.

How long for that?

Three more minutes.

Oh my god.

I have no idea

what's going on.

We-- I'm gonna help Bonnie

do the two wellington.

Are you sure those are

gonna be medium well?

Or medium?

I don't even know what the

temperatures are anymore.

I'm so confused.

What's going on, Bonnie?

What's going on?

Still not medium.

It's still rare.

f*ck.

[inaudible]

- It's not ready?

- One's raw.

One's medium.

Damn it.

How about this one?

Melissa, if you wanna help

me, ask me what you can do.

If not, f*ck off.

Oh, why are three of

you on the wellington?

Medium rare is in the oven.

Which temperature was it?

Oh, look at them.

f*ck me.

Look at them.

Who's timing them?

Too many cooks have

f*cked the wellingtons.

I start to get

rattled when I don't

have an answer for Chef Ramsay.

And I had to turn

to Melissa, who

then turned and looked at me.

And we're staring at each

other, and neither of us

know what to say.

Because neither of us knew

what the other person did.

I have to start over, Chef.

Oh.

NARRATOR: With the red

kitchen stalled at entrees,

the blue team is

starting to catch up.

Having now served

entrees, things

are looking up for the men.

Are you enjoying

your main course?

-

The fish was salty.

Go on.

What is it?

She found it salty

on the other point.

Salty.

Table found the fish salty.

NARRATOR: The blue

team is hoping

that the salty fish will

be their last setback

of the evening.

But that's not the case.

They are not cooked enough.

Well, let me do

something about it.

Sure.

Thank you, man.

Thank you.

Table , spaghetti

undercooked, Chef.

Blue, yes?

[inaudible].

Where is f*cking

pretty boy sushi man?

Where is he?

Right here, Chef.

Complaint, raw spaghetti.

No.

Don't f*cking-- (GRUNTING).

What the f*ck is all that?

What do you think you are--

WWF Wrestling?

d*ck.

Taste it.

One crab spaghetti

that came back,

the customer said that

the pasta was undercooked,

which was horseshit.

Hey, gentlemen, just

come here two seconds.

Ladies, ladies, yeah?

Just come here two seconds, yes?

Let me just tell you something.

The customers are deciding which

team is winning this evening.

Your fate is in their hands,

yet you still send crap.

One more dish back, and I'm

gonna f*cking shut it down.

Now get a grip.

- Yes, Chef.

-

Two wellings, one

[inaudible],, and one chicken.

Yes?

- Yes, Chef.

Yeah.

How long?

minutes.

minutes?

Yes, Chef.

Why so long?

Because the chicken's

still cooking.

And the chicken takes half

as long as the wellington.

The wellington's ready.

The wellingtons take twice

as long as the chicken.

Yes.

Yet the wellingtons are

cooked, but the chicken's not.

Yes, Chef.

I have to really

slow it down with you

and put it in sort of

nannified words, yeah?

So you f*cking understand.

I don't think Chef

Ramsay likes me.

I just feel like I came to

this competition as an idiot,

and I'm gonna leave as an idiot.

Because no one

takes me seriously.

I'm the nanny with

a good palate.

And that's it I guess.

I don't know.

GORDON RAMSAY: Potatoes, please.

Where's the chicken?

Chicken, Chef.

f*ck.

You got no better

chicken than that?

You're got any more

chicken than that?

Yes, I do, Chef.

Oh, f*ck.

Any better chicken than that?

Is that cooked?

Yes, Chef.

Look.

It's ripped to f*ck.

It's dry.

Oh god.

f*cking hell.

I'm just getting so

f*cking wound up.

And it's not going anywhere.

We're not getting anything out.

Everyone's f*cking

done, clearly given up.

And it's f*cking embarrassing.

No, Chef.

No, Chef.

Chef?

Oh, f*ck off.

Oh, f*ck off.

f*ck off.

What'd they say?

- Chicken being cold, sir.

- Huh?

- Chicken being cold.

- Right.

Hey, gentlemen.

All right, ladies.

Yeah, all look good.

Run over.

Hey.

Hey, Barbie.

Do your hair before

you come over.

Stone cold chicken, f*cking

salty f*cking garnish.

Yeah.

And f*cking--

there you go, Chef.

There you go.

f*cking clear down.

Chef was furious.

He dropped the plate.

He said f*ck off, shut down.

And we were so

g*dd*mn close again.

Damn it.

NARRATOR: The

customers are filling

out their comment cards.

But Bonnie is in no mood

for constructive criticism.

Are you OK?

NARRATOR: It's the only

way that we can learn.

It's OK.

I've never worked at

a restaurant like that.

I cook for four people.

And if I don't have

something ready, it's OK.

Because they know me.

It's not a big problem.

I'm just tired.

And I just don't think

I can keep up anymore.

I want to go home.

We panicked.

When we knew we were about

to be done, we panicked.

We had seven wellingtons.

We had everything ready.

We panicked.

The same way we put

out the first check,

we gotta put out

the last checks.

I was able to channel my anger

and not take it out on my team.

They should perform better.

And I think that I

should perform better.

I've been through

the comment cards, yes?

The good news is the

customers enjoyed

the majority of your food.

The bad news is over

% of your customers

won't come back

because your food took

too long to get to the table.

What the f*ck is all that about?

Your restaurant would

fail with those numbers.

That's why there's no such

thing as a winning team tonight.

Forget it.

Rock?

Yes, Chef?

You were solid.

I felt presence.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank God for that.

Nominate one from your team.

Cut the crap and get

straight to the f*cking

heart of the problem.

OK.

Melissa?

Yes, Chef?

You will not be nominating

anyone because you were bad.

Yes, Chef.

You were just--

Horrible, Chef.

You were pathetic.

Yes, Chef.

Bonnie?

Yes, Chef?

Is that chicken

overcooked there?

What chicken?

You know, I don't even

get a straight answer.

Jen?

Yes, Chef?

You'll nominate

one from your team

to leave because you weren't

brilliant, but you weren't bad.

Yes, Chef.

Now f*ck off back to the dorm.

Un-f*cking-real.

Do you know what

you're gonna do?

Yeah.

I Know what I was

gonna do before service

if I had the opportunity,

to be honest with you.

But I'm not sure what you

guys have on your team,

so your decision

might be a little more

difficult than mine.

My decision is not

difficult at all.

Chef said to me specifically,

stop messing around.

You know what's

wrong with your team.

Make the decision

and get on with it.

Ah, it was good working

with you guys, though.

We don't know anything.

We don't know anything.

[inaudible] I'm going home.

I can only assume that

he's gonna nominate me

since my station was the worst.

And you know, it looks like I'll

be going home, packing my bags.

Well, it's been fun.

I feel so bad for Jen.

You know, she's like

such a kind person.

- I know.

- You know what I mean?

That--

I'm pretty sure she's

gonna nominate me,

and I'm fine with it.

I adore Jen.

And I'm fine with

her choosing me.

We have a wonderful

relationship.

But this is a game.

Someone has to go home.

So it may be me.

You got a big

decision to make, huh?

- Yeah.

- You know what you do?

You gotta be smart.

You've gotta nominate

your toughest competitor.

- Do you, though?

- Well, you know--

I am looking at it based

on tonight's performance

because that's how everyone

else looks at it, right?

Yeah.

Well, yeah.

I love Bonnie.

Then don't nominate her.

Ugh.

It was between her and

Melissa who did bad.

They're both strong.

God.

I gotta go.

I can't think [inaudible].

I don't like this.

You know, I guess I'm

too nice, you know?

Yeah.

Gotta remember what

you want though.

Did you come out here to

f*cking be the nice girl?

Or did you come out here to--

No, Vinnie, I didn't come

out here to be the nice girl.

I can't sit here

and worry about it.

I have to be strong.

If people hate me because of

my decision making, I'm sorry.

I try.

I have a good heart.

But what are you gonna do?

Rock?

Yes, sir?

Have you made your mind up?

Yes.

Who's your nominee, and why?

My nominee is Josh.

Josh?

I think he's maxed

out his potential

as far as what the team needs.

I don't think he is an

asset at this moment.

Jen, nominee and why.

Melissa.

Melissa?

Based on tonight's

performance,

I just didn't feel

her leadership

qualities were there.

That's it?

Yes, Chef.

I'm disappointed

with both of you.

You clearly didn't nominate

the worst performer.

You've both been overruled.

Bonnie.

Vinnie.

Step forward.

Vinnie, why didn't

Rock nominate you?

Chef, I had my head so far

up my ass during service,

I don't know if Joshua did

good or bad during service.

Good answer.

Bonnie, why didn't

Jen nominate you?

To be honest, I was surprised.

I'm not oblivious to

my performance tonight.

I know I screwed up big time.

Vinnie.

Yes, Chef?

Give me one good reason why I

should continue tolerating you.

Well, Chef, when you decide to

put your name behind somebody's

name for this

hotel in Las Vegas,

I'm the most

qualified chef here.

How about a little

bit of humility

right now to keep your

ass in "Hell's Kitchen?"

When will you ever accept

that you've f*cked up?

When will you ever

accept that were

totally oblivious to

cooking a wellington?

I thought that-- you know, I

thought I had the scheme down.

I thought I'd figured

out how to do it.

Didn't work out that way.

Bonnie, you were bad.

I was bad, Chef.

You screwed it big time.

Yes, I did, Chef.

What have you got left?

I've always been

able to guide my team

when I've been doing prep.

I need help on service.

I'm not gonna lie.

You need help on service?

I was crap.

I was crap.

I'm sure when you started out,

you made a lot of mistakes too.

I'm learning from my mistakes.

This is not an easy decision.

Stop lying to me.

You're saying yes

all the f*cking time,

yet nothing's done.

Vinnie, is it every

other one with you?

I f*cked a lot up,

but I'm on it now.

Oh, f*ck me senseless.

The person leaving "Hell's

Kitchen" tonight is Vinnie.

I can't go any further with you.

Thank you, Chef.

You've peaked.

Take your jacket off, and

get out of "Hell's Kitchen."

I can't do what he does.

He's got years of

experience on me.

He knows what oysters and

caviar taste like from Japan.

And he knows what spices

from India are like.

And I don't know that.

There's a lot of things

that I'd like to do over.

But the reality

is that, you know,

there is no second chances

in "Hell's Kitchen."

A lot of the weak

links have gone.

I swear to God I'll go crazy

if I get fed any more excuses.

I still wanna be a

chef, but maybe I'm

not right as a chef like this.

You can't cry in a kitchen.

Maybe I'm just too

sensitive to be here.

I don't know.

Rock wants me off.

I mean apparently he does.

He's put me up twice.

But you know what?

You're not my chef.

You're not the one

that matters here.

Chef Ramsay is.

- Good night.

Good night, Chef.

None of them are

a threat to Rock.

The only threat to Rock is Rock.

GORDON RAMSAY: Vinnie

talks the talk,

but he doesn't walk the walk.

The bottom line with

Vinnie is he's a crap cook.

NARRATOR: Next time

on "Hell's Kitchen,"

the competition to run a

restaurant at the Green Valley

Ranch Resort and Spa heats up.

They're right here.

They're right here.

Don't k*ll anybody.

NARRATOR: As the aspiring

chefs go shopping

for a special occasion.

- Go.

Let's go.

Rock.

NARRATOR: It's a

"Hell's Kitchen" first.

But What did this bride

and groom make the biggest

mistake of their lives?

It's the bride and

groom's very special day,

and you are not gonna spoil it.

NARRATOR: But there's

no love in this kitchen.

But you're supposed to

listen to me, not Bonnie.

Excuse me.

Am I going crazy?

Did I actually just hear that?

NARRATOR: And Chef Ramsay

has his hands full.

It's gonna poison somebody.

Get out of here, you.

Get out.

Apologize to the

bride and groom.

Hey, the salsa.

Gordon?

Get out of the f*cking way.

I'm trying to serve food.

Stand out of the f*cking way.

I don't think I've ever been so

embarrassed in my entire life.

NARRATOR: It's a

wedding like no other.

It's stone cold.

NARRATOR: You don't want to

miss this special edition

next time on "Hell's Kitchen."