05x04 - 13 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

Chef?

Ji?

I'd like to volunteer.

NARRATOR: Ji's injury

forced her to withdraw

from the competition, which

resulted in Colleen and Lacey

getting another chance.

Both of you get back in line.

Thank you, Chef.

NARRATOR: Andrea was

resentful of Lacey's survival.

You had a saving

grace, now you

better f*cking prove yourself.

You just turned on

your bitch switch.

NARRATOR: In the

challenge, the men

showed they knew their meat.

Hey, all done!

[cheering]

We got slaughtered again.

NARRATOR: And while they

enjoyed a day with Chef Ramsay--

If you're going to

win the challenge,

this is the way you roll, right?

NARRATOR: --the

women were forced

to deal with one of the

worst punishments ever

in "Hell's Kitchen."

Who is bleeding?

It's the cow.

[coughing]

I'm so f*cking

humiliated right now.

NARRATOR: At dinner,

Hell's Kitchen was

converted into a steak house.

One team will cook,

one team will serve.

Then we'll turn it around.

NARRATOR: In the blue kitchen,

Giovanni was confident.

I'm a chef at a steakhouse.

I do this every day.

NARRATOR: But he

failed to deliver.

It's still walking that

f*cking piece of beef.

Charlie--

Your cloth's on fire--

--was lost on appetizers.

Come on!

I am right now, Chef.

NARRATOR: And Seth

butchered the meat.

We've wasted the

most expensive parts.

NARRATOR: In the red kitchen--

We have so got this!

NARRATOR: --cooking

instructor, Colleen--

What's going?

Four Caesar

salads, Chef-- three?

Oh god!

NARRATOR: --didn't

make the grade.

But Andrea's prime performance--

I'm glad I wound up

on that meat station.

These steaks are flying out.

NARRATOR: --sealed the

fate for the blue team.

The winner was the red team.

My girls!

NARRATOR: The men had to

nominate two of their own,

and Seth was very open

about his strategy.

I'm going to pick the

best person here, Giovanni.

Take out the best f*cking

guy so you can save your ass?

NARRATOR: But it

was Seth and Charlie

who ended up getting nominated.

Charlie, take off your jacket.

NARRATOR: And so it

was Charlie's dream

of being head chef of

Borgata Hotel in Atlantic

City that went up in flames.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: And now

the continuation

of "Hell's Kitchen."

I'm still here, boys.

Sorry if that upsets

some of my teammates.

But I got too much fight left

in me to go down like that.

Hey, Seth, come

here for a second.

I'll be dead honest with

you, I don't respect you.

I'm pissed at

Seth putting me up

for elimination,

because I think he's

just trying to save his hide.

I wasn't the worst guy,

he was, hands down.

I am here to play a game

the way I want to play it.

There is no way

that you are going

to tell me how to play it.

In the kitchen,

I'll give you %.

Same with me, dude.

GIOVANNI: I will back you up.

But once we walk

out of that kitchen,

I'd rather not talk to you.

You mean Giovanni won't hang

out with me on the weekends?

Oh, god!

Thanks, Giovanni.

Trust me, I ain't

calling you either.

You need help in the

kitchen, we're a team.

I'm more than happy to help you.

- And I--

Oh, you can't help me.

SETH: Right, OK.

Ooh!

I know, you're a

three-star Michelin already.

Dude, cooking steaks, wow.

NARRATOR: After a long

hard day in Hell's Kitchen,

Robert does his best Chef

Ramsay impersonation.

Listen, listen, this is funny.

Go ahead.

Well, good day, yeah?

That is amazing,

watch this, watch this.

This is the most

prestigious honorable chance

of a lifetime--

[laughter]

--to work at the most--

[laughter]

He's got it down.

--greatest--

[laughter]

That was good!

ANDREA: Robert, with

great impersonations.

In the bins.

[laughter]

We just couldn't stop laughing

because it was so funny.

Crap!

[laughter]

[rooster crowing]

Good morning.

Good morning, Chef.

Good sleep?

Yes, Chef.

Who is the strongest cook

on the red team, Carol?

CAROL: I would say

myself or Andrea, Chef.

PAULA: I know that I'm

somebody that you have

to be worried about,

so I don't really need

Carol to reconfirm that for me.

Men?

Yes, Chef?

Who's the strongest

on the blue team?

I believe I'm the

strongest, Chef.

As a chef, asking a group of

people who the best cooks were,

I would wait for that one

arrogant f*ck to raise his hand

and say it's me, Chef.

OK, listen up, and

listen carefully.

The one thing that's missing

in both teams is teamwork.

So today's challenge is

going to force all of you

to work hand-in-hand as

a team, is that clear?

Yes, Chef!

This morning, Hell's Kitchen

is opening for breakfast.

Now we're opening in minutes.

Let's go!

Move!

Let's go, guys, come on.

I hate doing breakfast.

I'll take pancakes,

because I don't have

experience doing breakfast.

This is probably going to be

of my worst friggin challenges.

Who's doing hash browns?

I got them.

I'll take whatever

is the hardest.

Just real quick, because

I know about his eggs.

He has a way of doing

scrambled eggs that

would definitely impress him.

And these eggs are phenomenal.

All right, then you do eggs.

I have it down,

his thing, perfect.

I definitely can't

belt out some eggs.

I actually follow one of

Gordon Ramsay's recipes

for cooking eggs.

It's an amazing recipe.

GORDON RAMSAY: Are

you ready to meet

your custom this morning, yes?

Yes, Chef!

[whistle blows]

GORDON RAMSAY: This is

what you'd call a team.

[cheering]

I thought the

Oakland Raiders we're

going to come running through

the paper, and then in the room

come a bunch of small fries

with their jerseys on.

Oh, look at the

little cheerleaders!

[laughter]

ANDREA: When those

kids came through,

it was the cutest thing ever.

The little cheerleaders in their

little pigtails and ribbons.

And then the girls

had a cheer for us.

It was such a motivation.

It gave me chills.

[cheering]

We are serving breakfast

for the Pacific Coast Youth

Football and Cheer League.

Whoo!

Are we ready?

Yes, Chef!

Off you go.

NARRATOR: This challenge

will be a test of teamwork.

Get all the hash

browns rolling, guys.

NARRATOR: Each

kitchen races to serve

breakfast to hungry kids.

The red team will cook

for the cheerleaders.

Let's go, red team, let's go!

NARRATOR: The blue team,

for the football players.

The first team to feed all

their kids wins the challenge.

Let's go, boys!

Three for three, whoo!

Our team has won

zero challenges.

I really don't

think the guys know

what "Hell's

Kitchen's" is all about

until you lose a challenge.

Let's cook some

breakfast, ladies.

NARRATOR: With

preparations almost done,

the first orders are coming in.

Four pancakes,

followed by three

scrambled egg, one omelet.

All right, boys,

let's keep it rolling.

CHEERLEADERS: Let's

go, red team, let's go!

I got two omelets,

coming at you, Robert.

NARRATOR: While the blue

team gets down to business,

a chef on the red team

gets into the spirit.

Let's go, red team, let's go.

Colleen!

Colleen!

Let's go, red team, let's go!

I can still fit in my

cheerleading outfit.

Watch those hash

browns right there.

Yeah!

PAULA: These

cheerleaders are so cute.

It's when they get older

and they get more annoying.

Let's go!

GORDON RAMSAY: Colleen, get

the f*cking hash browns on.

Yes, yes, chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: OK, on order,

six pancakes, followed by six

scrambled eggs.

Pancakes away!

NARRATOR: While the red team

tackles their first orders,

the blue team takes

an early lead.

Go.

NARRATOR: Having already

served of their

hungry football players.

- Just keep pulling them?

- Yes, absolutely.

Let's do it.

All right, boys,

let's keep it rolling.

GORDON RAMSAY: What's that

pile of of sh*t sat there for?

Hey, Fats, come here!

Oi, come here!

Don't start acting like a pig.

Me?

Yeah, the f*cking

food's messy.

You're acting like a slob.

You're just throwing it out

like we're serving pigs,

yet we're not serving pigs.

- Yes, Chef.

They're children.

Now f*cking slow down.

- Yes, Chef.

- Yes, Chef.

Chef don't see everything.

J's the one plating

the potatoes.

If you you slop me again,

I'll f*cking kick you out, yeah?

It's breakfast, respect it.

I didn't put those

potatoes on the plate,

I just took the whipping.

NARRATOR: Despite their

sloppy presentation,

the men have now

managed to serve

half of their football players.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

over on the red side,

there's not much to cheer about.

Coi, I don't want to

serve that pancake, I

wouldn't eat that.

COI: What?

Yes, Chef?

Give me that, give me that.

Are you mad?

No Chef.

Look at it, it's

like a f*cking

rubber pair of knickers.

Yes, Chef.

Unfortunately, I messed

up a few of my pancakes.

I was just so nervous.

- Whoa!

- Paula?

- Yes, Chef?

- Where is the standard?

We're getting it back, Chef.

Come on guys, we got this.

NARRATOR: Back in

the blue kitchen--

Is there more scrambled egg?

I got more hash brown

than I have scrambled egg.

NARRATOR: The men are

discovering that a team is only

as strong as its weakest link.

I need more scrambled egg.

They're coming right now.

BEN: It's very apparent

that Seth simply

just doesn't have a clue.

Just get the eggs rolling, scoop

and serve, scoop and serve.

Hey, I want

scrambled eggs, Seth.

Yes, Chef.

SETH: The scrambled eggs

were by far the most ordered

thing on the menu there.

If you see that I'm falling

behind, make scrambled eggs.

Two scrambled

coming up right now.

Dude, that's not enough.

Seth--

That's two each, dude.

DANNY: I bet you

those football players

could have cooked scrambled

eggs better than Seth.

Why have you slowed down?

NARRATOR: With Seth slowing

down the blue kitchen,

the women have caught up.

Go, let's make it

look good, get it out.

NARRATOR: Both

kitchens have served

of their customers.

[cheering]

Come on, go up top, go up top.

Four tickets left each.

Come on, let's go.

NARRATOR: And now it's a race

to see who can feed their side

of the restaurant first.

[cheering]

Come on, girls, let's

go, let's do this.

Scrambled and cheese.

Come on guys, we got this.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hey, I need more bacon,

more bacon, more bacon.

Four omelets, come on!

Plate it, plate it, plate it.

[cheering]

Come on, last ticket each.

Come on!

Three omelets!

Where's those f*cking omelets?

Plate it, plate it, plate it.

Just give me one to

complete the table!

Two scrambled, right here.

Go, go, go, go, tomato--

Come on, let's go.

Three omelet, one

scrambled egg, yes?

Go!

OK, good, clear down.

[cheering]

Dammit!

[cheering]

GIOVANNI: It's just

unreal that we lost this.

But better than that, we

should have kicked their ass.

[cheering]

ANDREA: This was our first

challenge that we've won.

I'm so excited.

[cheering]

COLLEEN: How could we

lose with cheerleaders?

[cheering]

Dude, you know these are kids.

They're going to order

f*cking scrambled eggs, dude.

You should had a big Teflon

pan f*cking there, man.

Everybody's at fault,

it's not just one person.

If it was just one

person, that would mean

that we're not a team anymore.

I thought we

had it in the bag.

f*cking-- those eggs, man.

k*lled us.

Now get ready

to eat some crow.

Boys and girls, did

you enjoy breakfast?

(SCREAMING) Yes!

Thank you so much for coming.

Really good to see you.

Thank you, guys.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh guys, oh guys.

Holy sugar!

I'm so sorry, I got to

go back to the kitchen.

I'll come back, OK?

Good luck!

I've got to go back in there.

Jean-Philippe, help me?

Are you the best

cook in the world?

Yes.

Good to see you, buddy.

Huh?

Right.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Good luck!

Let's go!

OK.

Ladies, see what happens when

you work together as a team?

Yes, Chef.

Congratulations.

OK, gentlemen, you

started off brilliantly.

Then the quality dipped.

Ouch.

Punishment?

Have a look out there.

You're going to go around

every table and clean it down.

After that, turn around,

look to the kitchens,

clean up both kitchens.

Yes, Chef.

Spotless!

Yes, Chef.

And I mean spotless.

One more thing, you're

responsible for prepping

both kitchens ahead

of tonight's service.

That's right, we're opening

for service tonight.

Is that clear?

- Yes, Chef.

GIOVANNI: Having dinner service

right after the challenge

is pretty horrible.

And that was a lot of work

to do, and I don't know.

OK.

Ladies!

Yes, Chef.

You're going outdoors.

You're all going out camping.

[crickets]

PAULA: You know,

that really sucks.

Camping, to me, is you

get out in the woods

and you have no

toilet, no nothing.

But not just any style of

camping, Beverly Hills-style.

[cheering]

GORDON RAMSAY: Yes, you'll

be lounging all day poolside,

and properly pampered.

Yes!

Get some boys to rub us down.

How exciting is that?

Yes, Chef!

GORDON RAMSAY: You deserve it.

Now ladies, go and

get in your bikinis,

because your limo's

waiting for you.

Move.

[squealing]

Wait, watch out!

Oh sh*t!

Are you OK?

No, I'm f*cking great!

I am not wearing a

bikini, but I'm cool.

Good thing we shaved our legs!

Yes!

Why are you looking

so pissed off?

You lost.

I'm disappointed,

Chef, we should have won.

GORDON RAMSAY:

Well, there you go.

It was in our grasp,

and we let it go, Chef.

You have every right

to be pissed off,

your performance was sh*t.

Now get back

upstairs to the dorm,

and I'll get Jean-Philippe

to call you when he's ready.

Move, let's go.

- Yes, Chef.

BEN: We've got to regroup,

we got to get it together.

And I have made it my

business to come in to take

on that position of leadership.

I'm going to tell you one thing,

I don't like f*cking losing.

Come on, Danny, I was over

there helping with you,

then I jumped over, I had

to help with the eggs.

You should have been on--

We were all

helping each other.

--eggs the whole time.

You were the one drowning

on the pancakes, my friend.

That is correct.

DANNY: Look, you gave me a

hand walking the pancakes up,

and thank you for that.

BEN: Wait a minute, Danny.

Come on, man, are you

serious right now?

What?

You help me plate some

pancakes, and I appreciate it.

Thank you.

I'm not--

It's cool, man,

don't worry about it.

DANNY: I mean, I'm not a hero

here, I never said I was.

You said that earlier.

You said you were the best cook.

Who's the strongest

on the blue team?

I believe I'm the

strongest, Chef.

I am obviously the

best cook on the team.

Let me tell you, you want

to hear something dude?

I will cook circles around you.

I will circle you

like a f*cking moon.

- Where have you been?

- Are you joking me?

What?

You couldn't cook my cock.

Hey, hey hey.

Where have you been?

I am so f*cking--

Be quiet, quiet, quiet.

Let me see you on garnish.

Shut the f*ck up.

You know what?

I need two minutes.

DANNY: Take your

two minutes, bro.

Because I haven't seen

you in the kitchen yet.

- This is-- hey!

- Where have you been?

BEN: Danny's ego is

getting the better of him,

and he needs to come

back down on this planet.

Have you gotten a

compliment yet, Ben?

BEN: I am by no

means a physical guy,

but if we were outside

of Hell's Kitchen, sure.

[bleep]

[smashing sounds]

DANNY: Ben has got a

little stick up his ass

about me, which is fine.

Because I'm cocky as

sh*t, and I run my mouth.

Don't get all uppity on me,

bro, until you f*cking show up.

Ooh, they got into

a terrible argument.

- Who?

- The boys.

What happened?

He goes, I wouldn't

let you cook my d*ck.

And I'm like, oh!

I'm hoping that that

just causes a little sliver

in their foundation,

and we can just kind of

cr*ck it wide open.

They're breaking down,

they're breaking down!

NARRATOR: With a clear lack

of harmony on the men's team,

they must now begin

their punishment.

- This is lovely.

- Bye, guys.

NARRATOR: While

the women head off

for a day of fun in the sun.

Please, Lacey, don't wear a

bikini, that's all I'm asking.

[cheering]

LACEY: To go have a

resort day in a limo--

I was just on cloud nine.

Living like movie stars,

partying like rock stars.

[laughter]

And getting out

of Hell's Kitchen!

[cheering]

All right.

Hey!

We were delivered to

the "Pretty Woman" hotel.

It was beautiful.

We're not in Hell's

Kitchen, ladies!

CONCIERGE: Welcome

to the Beverly

Wilshire's Four Seasons Hotel.

Hi, welcome.

--personal service today.

[cheering]

- There you go.

- Thank you.

PAULA: I think this

came at a good time.

We needed something to bring

our team together, to just get

some sunshine and re-energize.

ANDREA: This was our first

challenge that we've won

to date, and we needed it bad.

Dude, I don't like

how he talks to you,

but that was stupid.

I'm really disappointed in Ben

and Danny for their fighting

they did today, Ben

more than Danny.

Just the things that

Ben was saying, like he

could cook circles around him.

Who is he to make

others feel small?

Ah!

[sighs of pleasure]

Can you rub it in too?

Gladly.

[cheering]

I give full massages.

You ready for pure pleasure?

Ah!

Camping Beverly Hills-style

is being pampered by the pool,

eating fabulous food and drink.

It felt great.

Nice!

[cheering]

I believe Ben needs to

go, because I don't like

the way they were fighting.

Right.

We played as a team, and

now we're falling apart.

And we don't need that in

our team, you understand?

Oh no, I know what you

mean and everything else.

NARRATOR: With only two hours

remaining until dinner service,

the men are still hard at

work prepping both kitchens.

How are we looking with

everything on prep, guys?

I got to shave Parmesan.

We got to check on croutons.

We got to turn it

around, people, we

got to turn it around.

DANNY: We still have

a lot of prep to do,

so I'm nervous about being

ready to go for dinner service.

[chatter]

They're prepping our stuff.

ANDREA: It was just so exciting

to see them prepping our prep.

They look a little b*at

down, so hopefully the girls

can take advantage of it.

The cabana boy was hot.

You guys call this clean?

We're going to go into

tonight's service relaxed,

and we're going to kick butt.

Wrap that sh*t up, b*tches.

Whoo!

Don't want these b*tches

winning no more, homie.

Neither do I, man.

I don't want to just b*at

them, I want to crush them,

their dreams, their hopes.

I'm not f*cking

losing tonight.

Let's keep on winning, ladies.

CAROL: The red team right now

is feeling pretty unstoppable.

I feel like the boys have a

disadvantage, because they've

been in the kitchen all day.

They've been working hard,

and we've been chilling out.

So I plan to go in

and kick their butts.

- Ladies, you're back.

- Welcome back.

Hello!

And what are we missing

that I can get on?

He's getting ready

for the Caesar.

I need to get it

spun and cleaned.

I got potato salad

working, and then--

But you haven't poached

the eggs yet, right?

Negative, right.

Prep was their punishment,

and they didn't finish it.

We had to do a lot of

the prep ourselves.

Chef Gloria, we're still missing

tomato sauce from gentlemen.

Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys?

Where's the tomato butter

sauce for the ladies?

Tomato butter sauce?

Ben, you've got that, right?

Tomato butter sauce?

No, I have not done that

yet, but I will do it.

I'll start it in a moment.

And we have to pull this out.

We can't afford someone to go

home right now, not even Seth.

GORDON RAMSAY: All right,

guys, let's go please.

Quick, let's go.

OK, good.

Look at that lovely glow, wow!

Gentlemen.

Yes Chef!

GORDON RAMSAY: How'd

it go this afternoon?

Did we bond?

Yes Chef.

Good.

If we stay united and bonded

we'll get through as a team.

If we become fragmented,

we'll disintegrate rapidly.

Is that clear?

- Yes Chef.

Move, let's go.

Thank you, Chef.

OK, Jean-Philippe, open Hell's

Kitchen, please, let's go.

[music playing]

We are delighted to have

you here with us tonight.

I will have the Caesar salad.

I will have

spaghetti of lobster.

This is your chance

to shine, get ready.

Thank you.

OK, on order, four covers,

table four, two risotto, one

spaghetti, one Caesar salad.

- Yes Chef.

- Yes Chef.

- Is it boiling?

How long, Giovanni?

I'm waiting for the

water to boil, Chef.

You expect me to tell

Jean-Philippe we're waiting

for your water to boil?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh man, Gio, how are

you going to cook pasta

in water that's not boiling?

Hey, look at me.

There's no olive oil in

there, the water's not

seasoned it's not even boiling.

GIOVANNI: Oh, that was my fault.

I didn't check my equipment,

and it won't happen

again, that's for sure.

Let's go, Giovanni, let's go.

Oh my god.

NARRATOR: While

Giovanni's in hot water,

over in the red kitchen,

Coi is trying to get ahead.

Why are you cooking spaghetti

when I haven't even fired it?

Damn!

Why?

I'm sorry Chef.

I can't believe this!

Why can't you just

drop it in water?

I will, Chef?

Tell me why you can't.

I just tried to

get ahead, Chef.

You can't get ahead.

You're not that good.

COI: I was trying to

get so many steps ahead.

So I am kicking

myself in the ass,

because if I were

to listen better,

he wouldn't have screamed at me.

Coi, put some

more spaghetti in.

Hey, I'm joking, you stupid cow.

While Coi tries to get

a grip on the appetizers,

over in the blue kitchen, Seth

has delivered his first order

of scallops to the pass.

Seth?

Yes Chef?

You can go f*ck yourself.

Come here.

- Yes Chef.

There you go,

rubber scallops, yeah?

What is that?

Unfortunately, Seth just

doesn't have the skills,

and just couldn't do it.

It's just rookie mistakes.

There you go.

Eat it.

Go on.

SETH: Chef Ramsay made me a

couple of scallop sandwiches.

I didn't have any

dinner prior to that,

so I was pretty happy

to be eating them.

Make sure the pan is hot

when you put those scallops on.

No.

Guys, I need

tomato butter sauce.

I never got my

tomato butter sauce.

What are you doing in here?

I need tomato

butter sauce, Chef.

Where's the tomato butter

sauce for the salmon?

Where is the sauce?

Who's got the sauce

with tomato butter?

Talk, people.

It's right here,

and I will finish it.

Is it ready?

No it's not, Chef.

ANDREA: I was pissed off when

we didn't have our tomato

butter sauce ready to go.

- Is this part of the sabotage?

- No Chef.

Of course not, Chef.

BEN: I completely

dropped the ball.

We were in the shits

the entire day,

and there was just so much

that needed to be done.

Why is the sauce not ready?

It was not worked on, Chef,

and I'll take care of it

right away, Chef.

- God.

What a muppet.

While Ben hurries to

complete the butter sauce,

in the red kitchen, Coi is

ready with another attempt

at the spaghetti appetizer.

GORDON RAMSAY: Oh my god.

All of you, whoa, come here.

Taste that, all of you.

Hurry up!

Come on, Colleen, just get

your f*cking fingers in there.

What is that?

Dry, bland, under-seasoned,

under-cooked.

I should have tasted

it better, Chef.

CAROL: I honestly thought

that Coi was going

to be strong on that station.

I've had it up

to f*cking here!

Here!

COI: Oh, I got my

ass handed to me.

I never thought cooking

pasta could be so hard.

Madam, don't

send me sh*t, yes?

Yes Chef.

NARRATOR: It's more than an

hour into dinner service,

and with no food

leaving the kitchen,

customers are getting restless.

The food's going

to come pretty soon.

Yes.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

back in the kitchen.

What are you

doing over here now?

Tomato butter sauce,

Chef, I just finished it.

What have you done

to sabotage them?

- Nothing.

- Put it down.

Salt and pepper, Chef.

Salt and pepper, Chef,

that's all I added.

Hey you, come here, Andrea.

Taste that.

What does that taste of, Andrea?

It tastes like

SpaghettiOs with salt, Chef.

Yeah, it tastes

f*cking disgusting, yeah?

More, hurry up you.

I took a gamble.

I didn't taste it before

I put out, my fault.

Hey, as long as you're

over there and I'm cooking,

you mind getting some more

tomato butter sauce going?

Done deal.

I don't give a f*ck what I'm

cooking or what I'm doing,

I will get it out.

NARRATOR: While Danny puts

his differences with Ben aside

and takes control

of making the sauce,

Andrea takes control

of the red kitchen.

Lacey, finish that

spaghetti with basil

and get it up to the pass.

I always try to hit the

ground running when service

comes around, and I always

fall into a natural leadership

position.

It's just in me,

it's in my blood.

I'm still waiting on the

scallops and spaghetti, Coi.

- Yes, Chef.

Right now.

I need Once scallop and one

spaghetti up there right now.

NARRATOR: Thanks to

Andrea, the women

have managed to get out more

than half of their appetizers.

Meanwhile, Danny is prepared

to deliver his attempt

at the women's butter sauce.

Tomato butter sauce go on it.

Taste it.

That's much better.

Thank you, Chef.

Hey, that sauce now--

tomato sauce-- much better.

The one you sent over there

was f*cking disgusting.

Yes Chef.

DANNY: Chef Ramsay really

liked it, so that's cool.

I just seem to f*cking

rock everything I touch.

Yeah, that one there

is , times better.

Yes Chef.

NARRATOR: It's an hour and

minutes into dinner service,

and while food is making its

way out of the blue kitchen--

Look whats in my salad.

--not all of it is edible.

What's going on there?

That's from table blue.

Hey, all of you, come here!

Who dressed the Caesar salad?

I did Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Oi, Bozo,

are you f*cking stupid?

No Chef, I am not.

J feels like a jackass because

of that fricking lettuce.

I should have seen it.

It's a disgrace, it really is.

- Did you see that?

- I did not, Chef.

If I saw it, I would have

never put it in there.

GIOVANNI: Pretty hard to believe

that that butt of lettuce

went out there.

It's hard to miss that big

lettuce chunk if you're

just tossing a small salad.

Unfuckingbelievable.

NARRATOR: Despite J's serving

the butt of the lettuce,

the blue team has served

most of their appetizers.

It's good.

It tastes great.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: And Ben is ready to

impress with his first entrees.

Two lamb, two Wellington.

I'm coming right

now with two lamb.

I'm ready to roll.

I've cooked a hell

of a lot of lamb,

and I just want to--

oh, let's just go, baby.

I'm ready to unleash

the beast, come on!

Coming down.

Lamb regular.

GORDON RAMSAY: Come

here, all of you.

Come here!

Put it down.

Put it f*cking down.

What is that?

Lamb chops, sir.

Lamb chop, yeah?

Eat it.

Happy now?

Now it's getting thinner,

and thinner, and thinner.

There's another one, there's

one ripped to f*ck there now.

Two thin, cowboy.

ROBERT: I'm like, dude, why

are you sending that out?

It looked like a piece of

carpaccio on a bone, man.

How can someone

so f*cking fat slice

something so f*cking thin?

Sorry, Chef, it won't

happen again, Chef.

I wouldn't even serve

that for my f*cking dog.

I'll fix it right now, Chef.

While Ben tries to

figure out how to cut it

on the meat station,

LA tries to figure

out a way to work with Colleen.

Why did she fire that

one back in the oven?

It's cooked--

- Because it's too cold.

--keep it warm.

That oven's way too

hot to keep it warm.

Gotcha, I just was

going to drop it off.

Tonight we had two people

on the meat station.

It does cause a

lot of confusion,

because she doesn't like to

be talked to during service,

and that's not

necessarily easy for me.

Wellingtons, two

medium, one medium well.

Did you cut it already?

- Yep.

LA: Cut more off.

Colleen was tugging on my arm,

constantly asking me something.

LA, is this OK?

Are we going to get

that a little hotter?

LA: Then when I have

something in my hand,

and you have someone go what?

And then I started

questioning myself.

I know how to cook meat.

Come on, please, yeah?

Right here, Chef.

Hey, hello!

Madam, you're not even

trimming the ends off.

You wouldn't eat that.

Slice the f*cking ends off.

I f*cking told you, man,

you got to cut the ends off.

I don't get it.

While Colleen and

LA try to work it out

on the meat station,

back in the blue kitchen,

there's chicken at the pass.

And all it needs is--

Garnish, please.

Where's the garnish?

BEN: We're going to

see how Danny produces

on the garnish station.

As long as he's

talking the talk,

I'd certainly like to

see him walk the walk.

Where's the f*cking

mashed potato?

I need the garnish, Danny.

He's not even answering me now.

DANNY: It's just a

difficult station.

Chef Ramsay's like, oh, he calls

it just heating up vegetables,

but it was rough, man.

Where is the f*cking garnish?

seconds, I'm going to

f*cking kick you out personally.

Danny?

It's working, Chef.

How long?

It's going to

be a minute, Chef.

While the blue kitchen

waits on Danny's garnish, back

in the red kitchen,

cooking instructor

Colleen and line cook

LA are ready to go

with the Wellingtons.

Well, medium well, medium.

OK.

Where's the

Wellington, please?

Let's go, Colleen.

Let's Go, Colleen.

Let's go, Colleen.

Let's go, Colleen.

Let's go.

Yes.

Well, medium

well, two mediums.

Stay here, you.

Three Wellingtons,

you brought me four.

One medium, one medium

well, one well done.

Where is the medium one?

The medium's here, Chef.

Where is the medium well?

The medium well is here, Chef.

Where's the well

done one then?

Right Right here, Chef.

So what the f*ck is that one?

- I don't know, Chef.

- You don't know.

- I'll take it back.

- It's funny, is it?

Little ha, ha, tee-hee?

- No, it's not funny.

God bless Nebraska.

PAULA: Colleen takes a damn hard

b*ating from Chef Ramsay just

about every night, and she

keeps her head up high.

But I think in her brain,

it's just breaking down.

Are you wondering why

I'm f*cking pissed off?

No, I understand

you're mad, Chef.

NARRATOR: While Colleen tries

to keep the orders straight,

out in the dining

room, the customers

are getting impatient.

We do apologize for the delay.

NARRATOR: And chef Ramsay

looks for the blue team

to focus and get

out their entrees.

On order, four

covers, table three,

one scallops, one risotto,

one spaghetti, one Caesar.

Bacon, bacon, bacon.

GORDON RAMSAY: Entree,

one Dory, one chicken,

one lamb, one Wellington.

- Right here.

Seth?

Seth!

Yes Chef!

GORDON RAMSAY: Come here.

What did I just call out?

SETH: I don't know, Chef.

No, I know you don't know,

because you weren't even

f*cking prepared to listen.

No wonder you're struggling.

What is he doing?

Hey you, hey you, come here.

Sorry Chef.

I just watched you wipe

your face and then wipe a pan.

If this one's for

your f*cking nose,

where is your cooking cloth?

- I'll get one, Chef.

- Yeah.

f*ck off, will you?

NARRATOR: While Chef Ramsay has

had problems in both kitchens,

it's not surprising

that Jean-Philippe

is in his own hell

in the dining room.

Well, let me bring it back.

One was near having

no lobster in there.

And both were

undercooked as well.

Coi, both undercooked, and

not enough lobster in there.

Hey, madam, now

it's the customer.

Yes Chef.

Refire.

On a night with very

little consistency,

Chef Ramsay is at wit's end,

and desperate to get quality

food out of the kitchen again.

GORDON RAMSAY: Where's

the Wellington, please?

Two minutes on this

ticket and the next, Chef.

So sorry, Chef.

Oh!.

It's a little

on the rare side.

Scallops are undercooked.

You're going to have

to refire these.

What is going on?

Oh no, ah.

[gasping]

f*ck off, oh no.

sh*t!

Look at that!

You guy, come

here, you fat f*ck.

Come here.

All of you, come here.

Come here!

Hey!

Hey, look at me.

You are pathetic.

No one won!

f*ck off.

Both teams, start thinking about

two of you to f*cking go home.

You-- pathetic!

I don't want any more.

I don't want to wait

for your sh*t anymore.

I don't your sh*t anymore.

I don't want you

drying your face

and then f*cking cooking with

the cloth, you scummy fucker!

Get out!

Get out!

NARRATOR: After a shocking end

to a terrible dinner service,

both teams must nominate

two people for elimination.

For some reason, you and I

were on point tonight, Lacey.

Can I give you a

high five on that?

Yeah.

Guys, I'm so f*cking sorry.

Coi, it's--

I'm going home.

He's had it up to

here with Colleen, dude.

Yeah, he's had with me.

He's yelled at her

the past three services.

You guys know I

sucked ass tonight.

You know what

would have happened

tonight if Lacey

was on the lobster

spaghetti and the risotto?

I mean, it would have

been times worse.

Whatever.

They're going to find any

excuse to make me look

bad, even when I've done well.

Are you putting

yourself up, Coi?

Of course I am.

Everybody else did

better than me.

Are we prepared to

talk about this now,

or what do you guys think?

Yeah, let's just

talk about it.

Giovanni, who are your people?

DANNY: Me?

I'll pick Seth, and I'm

sorry, I pick you today.

So you're saying

based on everything

you've seen since

I've been here,

you think I'm the one on the

chopping block, Giovanni?

Are you f*cking serious?

I'll agree with Gio.

Oh my god.

You're saying to me that I did

the second-worst in the kitchen

today, and I do

not believe that.

I heard Danny's name called just

as much if not more than my one

lamb being sliced wrong.

There's no way I need to go

down for this, no f*cking way.

Not once have I seen Danny

step up to the plate.

Tonight, he sucked.

He was sh*t.

And as of right now, I am the

only one on this blue team

to push his team forward.

Robert, who's it going to be?

His mouth, your lamb,

and that salad thing.

It's a pretty

small salad, to miss

that big of a f*cking piece.

It shouldn't have happened,

not with professionals.

Who dressed the Caesar salad?

I did, Chef.

No way is that a reason for

me to be on the chopping block.

It's a pretty small salad.

[music playing]

Something's really

bugging me, you know that.

And I can't stop thinking

about it, and here's why.

If a customer goes

out for dinner

and their steak is slightly

overcooked or undercooked,

it gets redone and they move

on and enjoy their evening.

But if a customer goes out

for dinner and they get

served a butt of lettuce,

that's how reputations get

destroyed in minutes, butthead.

Danny, first nominee and why.

Our first nominee is Seth,

Chef, for obvious reasons.

He struggled very hard

to get the scallops up.

I think fish is one of

the easier stations,

and he just totally lost it.

Blue team, second

nominee and why?

Chef, our second

nominee is Ben.

GORDON RAMSAY: Why?

We just feel like he

hasn't been able to perform

for the dinner services.

I'll agree with

that one, yeah.

Lacey, first nominee and why?

The first nominee,

Chef is Colleen,

based on her overall

performance up until this point.

She's been very weak

on the line, Chef.

Second nominee and why?

And the second

nominee, Chef is myself.

You?

Yes Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Do you personally

think there was anyone

worse than you this evening?

Well, I feel that Coi's

performance wasn't up to par.

My performance was

better than hers tonight.

Coi, you're silent.

What do you think?

I think it was my

worst performance so far.

Thank you for being honest.

OK, Lacey, Colleen,

Ben, Seth, step forward.

Yes Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Right, Lacey,

what makes you think you have

a future in Hell's Kitchen?

I'll admit, the first two

days I was here were rough.

And yeah, I will

admit that I thought

about quitting, absolutely.

But now that I'm in here

doing it, I'm learning a lot,

and I know I can get stronger.

Colleen, so why do

you think you should

stay inside Hell's Kitchen?

Because I work hard, and

I am still learning, Chef.

And I admire what you're

teaching me, Chef,

and I not done learning, Chef.

Seth?

Yes, Chef?

Why do honestly think you

should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Although I'm

not as experienced

as the rest of these guys,

I definitely, I think,

have the biggest heart here, and

the most passion to want this.

And I absolutely

think that I could

still be the victor of this

competition outright, Chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Thank you.

SETH: Yes.

Chef.

Ben?

Every time I come

into the kitchen,

I give it everything

I have, whether it

be to help pull

the team together,

work my station

fast and accurate,

follow direction, and

simply try and motivate

everyone of my team every

single day I come in.

GORDON RAMSAY: Here's the

thing, you move too fast

for your own good,

and you're running

around like a f*cking rhinoceros

all day long, but achieve zero.

Yes Chef.

My decision is Ben,

get back in line.

Yes Chef.

[whispering]

The person leaving

Hell's Kitchen is Seth.

Take your jacket off.

Lets go.

I can't go any further

with you, big boy.

Yes Chef.

It's been a pleasure.

SETH: My abilities and

my skills definitely

was what lagged behind, not

my confidence, not my passion,

not my love for food.

You know what, Chef Ramsay

decided that it was my turn

to go home, so I hope he

welcomes the competition in New

York when I open my restaurant.

Now tomorrow is a new day.

Lacey?

Yes Chef?

You're now on the men's team.

Yes Chef.

Oh my god, we got rid

of some dead weight,

and now we've picked up

more pounds of dead weight.

Now all of you,

f*ck off with you.

Yes Chef.

Wow!

Boy, how did we get so lucky?

Not only are we rid of her,

but they're stuck with her.

Thank you, Chef

Ramsay, for that.

Thank you!

And the b*tches rejoice,

they have no more Lacey.

I would love for the

red team to find out

that I was not their problem.

And now that I am

on the blue team,

it's just more motivation

for me to whup their ass.

For the people on my team

to even consider putting me

in the same category as f*cking

Seth, Colleen, and lazy Lacey--

it's very apparent that slowly

but surely, this thing is

becoming a personal endeavor.

GORDON RAMSAY:

Seth showed that he

had all the passion

in the world,

but the bottom line

is, he's a crap cook.

NARRATOR: Next time

on "Hell's Kitchen."

I'm going to go home.

NARRATOR: One chef gives up

on her dream of being head

chef at Borgata, Atlantic City.

Stop saying you're going home.

We don't plan on f*cking losing.

NARRATOR: The chefs

talk the talk.

I personally will

kick her in the ass

if I think she needs it.

NARRATOR: But can

they walk the walk?

We have a--

- You don't know what it is?

- Uh--

- Dude.

- Dude.

NARRATOR: At dinner service--

No entrees have

left this kitchen.

Nothing's gone out!

NARRATOR: Andrea falls apart.

- You're f*cking up big time.

- Yes Chef.

And I'm getting

really pissed off,

because nothing's happening.

I'm screwed.

NARRATOR: Robert gets

backed into a corner.

Come here, you.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to do the

best I can for you.

Chef Ramsay kicked his ass.

NARRATOR: But comes

back swinging.

He touched a nerve with me.

NARRATOR: Who will

get the final word?

If you've got any comeback,

I'd do it now if I was you.

NARRATOR: Find out next time.

Chef Ramsay!

NARRATOR: On an

episode full of--

Kiss my ass!

NARRATOR: --big surprises.

It's a "Hell's Kitchen"

you have to see to believe.