[music playing]
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen,"
aspiring chefs had
their first encounter
with Gordon Ramsay.
Get in the kitchen.
Move!
NARRATOR: And a chance to
make a good first impression.
It looks like baby vomit.
Give me your hat.
Oh, my god.
What is it?
NARRATOR: Then, Chef Ramsay
had a surprise announcement.
The teams will be
men versus women.
And the battle of
the sexes began.
We want two women at the end.
Team!
Watch out, girls.
NARRATOR: It was
time to show the chef
what they were made of.
Hell's Kitchen is now open.
I mean I'm
thinking, gosh, he's
going to be able to see my
heart beating through my neck.
I'm shaking.
NARRATOR: In the men's
kitchen, Tom felt the heat.
You're sweating in the food.
I'm a schvitzer.
Don't worry about that.
NARRATOR: While in
the women's kitchen,
Virginia was
completely overwhelmed.
I just want some food now.
NARRATOR: For Chef Ramsay, the
first night was a disaster.
Why is it stiff?
Jet in the beer staff again.
I physically can't
take any more.
It was horrible.
NARRATOR: The women
failed to serve an entree.
The losing team
is the Red Team.
NARRATOR: And Chef
Ramsay gave Heather
an important responsibility.
Nominate two of your
team for elimination.
I didn't think
I would be singled
out to take these people home.
NARRATOR: Heather assured
Virginia she was safe.
I do not want you to go home.
NARRATOR: But when it
came time to decide.
Virginia, Chef.
NARRATOR: It was
clear the game was on.
Holly, the mother of six joined
Virginia as the second nominee.
Holly, take off your jacket
and leave Hell's Kitchen.
I would rather
be nice and lose
than to be conniving and win.
NARRATOR: And now
the continuation
of "Hell's Kitchen."
The women have just
lost a teammate.
But they they're more concerned
with their first defeat
in the battle of the sexes.
We are the losers.
I am just disappointed
and humbled
and humiliated as a woman chef.
Earlier I thought I was
going to get eliminated.
Tonight I just made one
mistake after the other
and I let my team down.
NARRATOR: While the women
reflect on their loss,
the men enjoy their victory.
I want this team to win.
It's about being
men coming together
and getting this shit done.
I don't want to see a woman win.
It's time to play the game.
It's time to see who can hang
in the kitchen and who can't.
I think the guys are
definitely going to win.
A woman's not going to win.
Damn straight.
We need to focus on
eliminating the women.
You cannot get to Vegas if
you can't get past the women.
Then we can worry about
cutting each other's throats.
NARRATOR: Exhausted from
their first dinner service,
the aspiring chefs are in
need of a good night's sleep.
But this is Hell's Kitchen.
Wake up!
[banging pots]
- Wake up!
Wake up!
First thing I hear
is a loud cowbell
being banged right in my ear.
It was like World
w*r III was going on.
[banging]
Get up, now!
It was so obnoxious.
Shut the up.
Good morning.
Good morning, Chef.
Let's be honest, last
night was embarrassing.
Virginia.
Yes, Chef.
Lucky to be here this morning.
I want some food now.
I don't know what to do.
Larry, what I'm seeing is
just a man with no passion.
Larry, it would be just nice to
see a little bit more lively,
do you know what I mean?
Do you really have it inside?
Yes, I do, Chef.
Have any you any idea how
much food you wasted last night?
A restaurant will
never ever survive
with that amount of waste.
Do you understand that?
Yes, Chef.
Do you really?
Yes, Chef.
Get into the dumpsters.
Get the waste out now.
Yes, Chef.
Since I woke up, I
really don't feel well.
But I have to prove myself.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's
lesson about waste
is one our aspiring chefs
find hard to swallow.
[gagging]
The dumpster smelt
like a festering,
stinking, piss, shit, and
vomit, all combined into one.
An incredible amount
of waste, turbot,
scallops, Wellington, chicken.
[retching]
I've lost my retainer like
five or six times in the school
trash can, so that was nothing.
You could hear it
in your head, the cash
register sound going off.
Just stop.
This kind of waste
can never, ever
happen again in Hell's Kitchen.
Everything is fair
game in Hell's Kitchen.
At least he didn't
make us eat it.
Have you got it?
Yes, Chef.
Now go and get clean.
You stink.
NARRATOR: Last night's waste
was the result of bad cooking.
But waste can happen before
the cooking even starts.
Today's challenge, value
for money, maximizing meat.
Nothing to waste.
Utilizing everything.
NARRATOR: Chef
Ramsay is introducing
a steak special to the menu.
After a quick demo,
our aspiring chefs
will have to cut as many perfect
ounce steaks as they can.
I can tell that is a ounce
steak just by looking at it.
Keith.
Yes, Chef.
We have an uneven team here.
Just to make it
even for the ladies,
you're sitting out on this one.
Yes, Chef.
I'm a little pissed at not
getting to do thee challenge.
I've butchered, you
know, steaks.
Your challenge now is
to cut top quality
ounce sirloin steaks.
Is that clear?
Yes, Chef.
And as many as you
can within minutes.
Your time starts now.
I've never cut a
sirloin like that before.
I was really nervous.
I was happy about
the challenge.
I'm comfortable with knives.
NARRATOR: The first
step is to separate
the sirloin from the bone.
There is a phenomenal
prize for the winners
and obviously a
punishment for the losers.
NARRATOR: Next, without damaging
the meat, a thin layer of fat
is removed.
- Let's go.
NARRATOR: Finally,
the sirloin is evenly
sliced into ounce portions.
Or at least that's the goal.
It might be a
little thin, bro.
No.
ounces, baby.
seconds to go.
Come on, Blue Team, let's go.
It was % so important
for us to win this.
Cut that bitch right off.
Today's challenge is crucial.
We've got to put
the screws to them.
Five, four, three,
two, one, knives down.
Stand back from your board.
- Sara.
- Yes, Chef.
You're first in line.
Yes, Chef.
A win's a big deal right now.
You know the heat was on.
Oh, my god.
Dogs dinner.
Yes, Chef.
Out.
In.
In.
In.
Out.
Three.
Heather.
Look at the fat.
NARRATOR: Heather was
only able to produce
two top quality stakes.
I was expecting more
from you, personally.
Yes, Chef.
Rachel.
NARRATOR: Rachel fares
slightly better with three.
Now we're getting better.
NARRATOR: Now it's
Virginia's turn.
Let's go, Virginia.
Jesus.
Big no.
In.
It's in.
Yes.
Two.
Two.
Correct.
Maribel.
Holy f*ck.
NARRATOR: Only two of
Maribel's steaks pass
Chef Ramsay's high
standards, bringing
the women's total to .
What a shame.
That is a lot of
wasted meat, ladies.
NARRATOR: Now it's up to
the men and their meat.
That is definitely a no.
In.
Nice.
Nice.
Three.
I'm thinking all right, sweet.
I just got three.
I've never done this before.
You know, I'm sure these guys
are going to be able to get
at least three each.
-
Garrett.
Yes.
Shit.
No.
Just one.
So far that' the
worst we've seen.
Giacomo, please light my fire.
They're so thing.
They're barely four
ounces, big boy.
Giacomo produces two steaks.
OK, Larry.
With Larry and Tom's
steaks still left to count,
the men only needs six to tie.
I have to prove to Chef Ramsay
that I belong in the kitchen.
This is definitely
my time to shine.
Let's confirm.
You definitely butchered
this, you know that.
Yes, sir.
I'm so, so, so, so sorry.
Is there any more sirloin
down there left or is this it?
That's It
That's it.
Zero.
Zero for Larry and the
total for the gents is six.
-
For me not to get one
steak, it's horrible.
I let my team down.
That's more pressure.
That's more added stress.
- Tom.
Yes, Chef.
You needed six to tie and
no one's had more than three.
Your chance to be
a hero, big boy.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Now, the fate of
the men rest in the hands
of the former stockbroker, Tom.
Feeling confident, Tom?
I tried.
I looked at my pile of meat.
I said, you know, they
don't look too bad.
Maybe, just maybe, there's
enough in that pile.
In.
In.
In.
It was getting really
close and his steaks
looked really good.
And I was like, oh, boy, total
of to nine, guys, yeah?
In.
In.
And this is your
first time, right?
Yes.
Chef.
All of a sudden I'm like, oh,
man, we've got a shot of coming
back and winning this.
Rachel, start sweating.
NARRATOR: He only
needs one more to tie.
No.
No.
Last one, big boy.
No.
Ladies, congratulations.
Tom.
Yes, Chef.
That was a job well done.
Thank you, Chef.
Losers.
Yes, Chef.
You will be cutting
all the steaks we need
for tomorrow night's service.
Ladies, you'll be dining with
me at one of the most unique
dining experiences in the
country, Saddle Peak Lodge,
which specializes in wild game.
Yeah!
One more thing.
Hurry up, .
Please because our
helicopter's waiting.
Yeah!
Thank you, Chef.
Big effin deal.
I don't want to get
on any helicopter.
I didn't come here
to go on vacation.
I came in to be an executive
chef in a billion dollar resort
in a million dollar restaurant.
Yea!
This win was so important
to our team to show the guys,
we're not messing around.
I'm excited about
being able to spend
some time with Chef Ramsay.
Riding in a helicopter?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll have to mark
that off of my things
to do before I die list.
Perspective from the
helicopter was amazing.
It was like I forgot about
the stress in the kitchen.
This punishment sucks.
Yo, I can't believe we lost a
f*cking steak challenge, bro.
Larry says he has
been sick, but he just
doesn't know how to cut it.
You got to make more bags.
I couldn't even look
my teammates in the eye.
My whole feeling now
is, I don't think
the team feels they
can count on me
to do something in the clutch.
This is just t*rture, dude.
What a beautiful place.
Yes, it is.
Amazing.
Chef Ramsey was just
like super friendly.
Cheers.
It took me a while to get
accustomed to him smiling.
Now every time you see a
ounce sirloin on the menu now,
you'll look at it
a different way.
- Chef.
- Gordon.
Yes.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Bloody hell.
To have dinner with
Chef Ramsay feels amazing.
I cannot wait to get to know
him maybe on a different level.
To the rescue.
Tell you what.
This is what we're going to be
doing to these girls tomorrow.
We'll be sweeping
the floors with them.
We're just losers.
We let our guard down
and they beat us.
Now we're going to come
back with more intensity
and beat those
pretty little girls.
Way to go.
Missing somebody?
One, two, three, four, five, oh.
No, we have six.
So you guys missing somebody?
Oh.
That was so good.
NARRATOR: While the
ladies continue to party,
the men are all business.
NARRATOR: All except for
Larry, who's suddenly
feeling a whole lot better.
My downfall is women.
I really don't feel well,
but I just like women.
Butt, how's your butt?
Larry wants to hop in
the jacuzzi with a bunch
of girls in bikinis, whatever.
But I didn't think
it was a very smart
move on their part to
get drunk the night
before day of service.
NARRATOR: After an eventful
day, everyone is fast
asleep, everyone except Larry.
[wheezing, gasping]
[siren]
[groaning]
NARRATOR: Another day breaks
over Hell's Kitchen and one
question is on everybody's mind.
You guys have any
idea where Larry is?
What do you mean,
where's Larry?
- I haven't seen him either.
- That's weird.
I haven't seen Larry this
morning either, have you?
We got a runner.
He has not felt good.
He was drinking
beers and in a hot tub.
I hope he's all right, I do.
But I need him.
We need him.
Tom shouldn't
have trash talked.
Well, he felt good enough to
get in the tub last night.
Well, so what?
That doesn't mean he
felt good this morning.
[phone rings]
Get the phone.
Hello?
LARRY (ON THE PHONE):
Is everybody there?
Yeah, hold on.
Everybody, let's go.
- Who is that?
Is that Larry?
- How are you doing?
Well, they had to take me
to the hospital this morning.
The stress of everything
basically shut my body down.
The gist of the whole
thing is I won't be back.
Oh, no, Larry.
It just sucks.
I would rather Larry leave
because of something else,
not because of an illness.
I just need you
all to stay strong.
Be a unit.
Everybody keep your
eyes on the prize.
Pretty devastating.
Too much stress got to him.
I hope he gets better.
Thanks, Larry.
We love you.
This one's for
you tonight, Larry.
I didn't quit.
My body quit.
This is the worst thing
that could have happened.
And right now I'm a little
broken and it's hard for me
to see my dreams slip away.
NARRATOR: With
the loss of Larry,
both teams now have
five chefs as the men
and the women prepare
for the next culinary
battle of the sexes.
I'm not a woman.
I'm a machine.
Larry is gone.
That's another step
closer I get to that win.
So, see you later, alligator.
Giacomo, I think at the least,
you know how to toss your nuts.
Right now I have
a million emotions
running through my body.
I want to knock out
this performance.
I want to win this so
bad, more than anything.
Ah!
NARRATOR: Everyone wants
to give it their all.
I'm going to give it %.
Lately, I've been giving
it , , today .
I don't care.
NARRATOR: Some, more than
what's mathematically possible.
I gotta go to the bathroom.
NARRATOR: But
tonight, Chef Ramsay
will determine if their
desire matches their ability.
OK.
Any minute now, Hell's
Kitchen is going to open.
Running a successful restaurant
is not just about good food.
You need bloody good service.
Is that clear?
Yes,
Chef.
So, Sara.
Chef.
You are going to be
a waitress tonight.
Yes, Chef.
So are you going to be running
and serving the red tables.
Yes, Chef.
Keith.
Yes, Chef.
You're going to take care
of the blue tables tonight.
Yes, Chef.
I don't think it's fair.
I just want to try to do
my best in the kitchen
because this is Hell's
Kitchen, not Hell's Server.
You've got an extra
couple of table upstairs.
I want you to run up and
down there, possibly lose
a little bit of weight, yes?
Hell's Kitchen
is now open, yes?
Yes, Chef.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Once again, Hell's
Kitchen opens its doors.
Tonight's diners are hungry
for Chef Ramsay's world
class cuisine, while
the aspiring chefs
are hungry for redemption.
[inaudible] blended oil.
This is for the scallops.
If you have any
questions, let me know.
I'm going to be
talking to you, Gabe.
I'm talking to you, baby.
Because yeah, yeah, no.
Because you're
going to be, you're
going to be getting hit first.
My name is Sara.
My name is I'll be your
waitress this evening.
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
NARRATOR: As Keith
labors his way upstairs.
Sweating.
Don't mind it.
NARRATOR: Sara delivers
her first ticket.
OK, listen up.
First ticket.
Hello.
Listen up.
I'm saying it once, Virginia.
You make me repeat an
order again, sweetheart,
you're going to be
going home, trust me.
- Yes, Chef.
- Listen and wake up.
Appetizer, two spaghetti
lobster, one risotto,
one tempura monkfish.
Entrees, one tortellini,
one duck, one Wellington,
one steak, temperature, medium.
Move your ass.
Let's go.
Yes, Chef.
Starters, yeah?
NARRATOR: The women
are off and running.
Meanwhile, the men
are just waiting.
And waiting.
Keep your head.
Keep calm.
We've got this, OK?
Order in, chefs.
Right.
What's the temperature on that?
One medium, two medium rare.
How about writing
it on there for me?
Sorry, Chef.
OK.
Can we get a serviette or napkin
to mop his sweaty head, yeah?
Please.
Write it off.
And write it all down again.
OK?
Move your ass.
You know, when I work
hard, I start sweating,
and that's that.
I'm just not cut
out to be a server.
While the blue team will
have to wait a bit longer,
the red team is pulling ahead.
Are you ready?
Go.
All right.
What did we put on there?
What is that?
Vinaigrette, Chef.
Huh?
OK.
Come on, ladies.
Who brought this up?
I did.
Taste the vinaigrette.
What's in there?
Supposed to have walnut.
Walnuts is with the scallops.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: With the rejection
of Virginia's monkfish,
all appetizers on this
order must go in the trash.
We're doing the
first table again.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
will only send out
food that is top quality
and freshly prepared.
So if one dish in an order
needs to be recooked,
the entire table
needs to be redone.
So, tomatoes.
No, no, no.
You wanted to saute this first.
Where is Keith?
Where is the ticket?
Keith, he wants
the ticket now.
I don't know what he's doing
with the tickets out there.
But he's got the
ticket in his pocket.
Keith!
Keith!
- Don't yell at him.
Here you go, Chef.
Thank you very much.
Yeah, don't forget,
this is your team.
And if I was you, big boy,
I wouldn't screw them,
you know that
- I know that.
- Wake, big boy, huh?
- Thank you, Chef.
OK, listen up.
Here we go.
On order, two couples, table .
Appetizers, one spaghetti,
one salad St-Jacques.
Entrees, one duck, one chicken.
Let's go.
All together.
Will you please
repeat it, Chef.
Move your fat ass
and read it yourself.
OK?
- Fair enough.
Fair enough, Chef.
Four minutes to the
window, one spaghetti,
one salad, one San Jacques.
Yes, Chef.
Four minutes?
We need two quails,
Chef, with that?
Two quail?
- I heard, Chef.
- Shut the f*ck up.
Yes, Chef.
Would you mind
not being so rude?
Yes, Chef.
There's quail
nowhere on that ticket.
Just listen.
Concentrate.
- Yes, Chef.
Four minutes to the window.
Yes, Chef.
- One spaghetti of lobster.
- Yes, Chef.
- One lobster.
- Yes, Chef.
Now, would you
like me to f*cking
email that to your Blackberry?
- No, Chef.
Move your ass.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: After
minutes, no appetizers
have left either kitchen.
Five minutes.
NARRATOR: Heather is helping
Maribel get appetizers
out of the women's kitchen.
This is looking
really good, guys.
Three minutes.
- Three minutes?
Three minutes.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
in the men's kitchen,
everyone is helping Gabe.
Two risottos, one spaghetti,
one quail, how long?
Yes, Chef.
One minute, Chef.
Why is everybody
answering in this section?
One minute.
You're allowing
everybody to come in.
Your mind is f*cked.
Yeah?
You're not delegating
to anybody.
And you're just clamming up.
- Yes, Chef.
Yes.
A million things
are going on and I
couldn't handle it by myself.
Everyone is trying to jumping
in and do each others job.
But they're not actually
doing their own job properly.
- Yes, Chef.
- Sir.
Yes, Chef.
Straighten the boat.
Yes, Chef.
Service, please.
My god.
NARRATOR: It's over an
hour into dinner service.
Despite a rough
start, appetizers are
flying out of both kitchens.
Now, hoping to take
the leap, the women
plate their first entrees.
Heather.
[inaudible] that.
I'm ready for the quail, please.
Yes, Chef.
I'd love some duck sauce.
Can I have some sauce
for the duck, please?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Duck sauce.
Port sauce.
- Duck sauce.
- Duck sauce.
- Hot!
Hot!
Damn.
You OK?
- No.
- Calm down.
No, she got burned.
She got burned, Chef.
Have her come here.
Come here.
Come here.
Come here.
Show me.
Lots of water.
Calm down, calm down.
There.
You go.
Some water.
Jean Phillipe.
Jean Phillipe.
Jean Phillipe!
Get me some ice, please.
Now.
There you go.
Big deep breath.
There you go.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Did you see what happened?
- Yes, Chef.
- We have a serious burn.
- Do you understand?
Yes, Chef.
Hand in there.
Big deep breath.
Please check that foie gras.
Maribel.
I want that quail away.
One quail away.
Yes, Chef.
OK.
There's quail in
the oven, Mary Ann?
Two extra quails, not
orders, just extra quail.
Despite her injury, Heather
continues to be a team player.
- Heather.
- Yes, Chef.
Nurse is outside.
Bowl of ice, darling.
Take it with you.
Thank you, Chef.
Guys, please help.
When I was leaving, and
thinking about my team,
I was so scared that something
was going to go wrong.
We have to take
you to the doctor.
Oh, shit.
I don't want to
lose another person.
I don't want to lose
one of those girls.
I didn't want to leave.
I would've stayed.
[siren]
All you have to do
is just stay calm.
Yes, Chef.
Losing Heather
really broke us.
It was just chaotic.
One more, one more.
[inaudible].
Oh my god almighty.
Right now, this is
what I suggest you do.
Buy a restaurant, put
one table in there.
Any more than than,
you'd be f*cked.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: While
the women contend
with the loss of Heather, the
men have started their entrees.
And Chef Ramsay is desperate
for some good news.
All I want is a
f*cking chicken.
And a duck.
I got it.
And what about the garnish?
NARRATOR: Tom is on meat
and Giacomo is on sides.
These stations
must work together
so that every item on a dish
is completed at the same time.
You!
Mophead.
Yes, Chef.
Four minutes, one duck.
Yes, Chef.
- What's going with it?
- The duck?
- I don't know yet.
You don't know yet.
I was going to ask sous-chef.
You don't know what's
going with the duck?
No, sir.
I don't.
Has anyone any idea
what's going with the duck?
- Cabbage.
- Cabbage.
Oh my god.
Why don't you tell him?
Because you're not even
telling him there's a problem.
There's a problem.
Oh, f*ck.
NARRATOR: While the men are
stuck on their first entree,
in the women's kitchen,
tickets aren't the only thing
waiting at the pass.
Yes, young man.
All I want to know is if
we're going eat tonight or not.
Honestly, for the first time
in my f*cking cooking career,
yeah?
I'm in a kitchen with Muppets.
Thank you, sir.
- OK.
Oh, come on.
How long?
Six minutes, sir, six minutes.
You know this organization,
this communication,
and this teamwork?
We haven't got it here.
Chef, can I put on my uniform
and come back in the kitchen?
I think that is a good idea.
The best thing you've
said since I've met you.
Well, when he told me that I
could come back in the kitchen,
I just went running to
get back on on the line.
I just thought maybe this
could be my moment to shine,
that maybe I could do something.
- Right, Sara.
- Chef.
- On the meat, please.
- Thank you.
Welcome back.
Thank you, Chef.
For the first time, I'm going
to try to serve some entrees.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile
in the blue kitchen,
the men try to come together
to deliver their first entree.
One duck and one chicken.
I have a duck and a
chicken ready for sides.
And taste that.
Taste that there.
Just taste that.
Why has he fried the cabbage?
I don't know, Chef.
It's like glue.
Is that what you wanted to
do, just start sneaking things
in there?
- No, Chef.
So you agree it tastes shit.
Yes, sir.
And I still served it.
And you still served it.
Sorry, Chef.
Hey, hey, and you want
a restaurant in Vegas.
Lot of work to do, Chef.
Why don't you
become a hairdresser?
Poncing around
with women's hair?
Sorry, Chef.
Now, get the cabbage on.
You keep telling us,
it's coming, it's coming,
it's coming.
What is the deal, bro?
I swear that it's coming, man.
Hook it up.
All right, I'll hook it up.
NARRATOR: Three hours
into the dinner service
and many of the customers
are leaving hungry.
But that doesn't stop
the women from pushing
out their first entrees.
OK, please.
Wellington.
[inaudible] It just felt like
our wheels finally got greased.
It was just a glimpse of hope
that maybe we could do this.
Go.
Go please.
That tastes nice.
Thank you.
Look, burst.
Virginia, please come here.
Virginia.
Virginia.
Yes, Chef.
One's f*cking split and--
Those are all stuck together.
They're all stuck together.
They're all doing that, Chef.
So it's the tortellini's
fault, not yours?
In your restaurants,
would you serve that?
Yes.
Say that again.
Yes, I would, Chef.
So that's good enough for you?
Yes.
I'm going to ask
you one more time.
Would you really serve that?
I'll make some more, Chef.
I think that's a
really sensible idea.
It's not like I
put the tortellini's
on there broken and f*cked
up because I manhandled them.
I f*ndled it with care, but
of course, he's riding me.
Like he always rides me.
- Excuse me, Chef.
- Yes.
They're gone.
What do you
mean, they're gone?
So here's my next problem.
That table's gone.
Ladies, ladies, ladies.
Just come here.
Just come here.
Just stand there.
Just look in the dining room.
Hey, you.
Hey, hello, Gabe.
You, Sinbad.
Shut it.
Yes.
Mophead, hello.
Come here.
Just come here, all four of you.
Just stand there and
just tell me what
you see in the dining room.
Right in front of your very own
eyes a death of a restaurant.
Pathetic.
Shut it down.
NARRATOR: Heather
returns from the hospital
in time for Chef
Ramsay's announcement
of the losing team.
- Heather.
- Yes, Chef.
Welcome back.
Thank you, Chef.
You burned your
hand badly tonight.
While standing there in
pain, you were delegating
your section to your team.
Please check that foie gras.
Maribel.
I've never seen that
in years of cooking.
Very impressive.
Thank you.
Personally, I was hoping
for a much better service.
Because that was terrible.
Virginia.
Yes, Chef.
You can't buy standards.
Thank god you didn't
serve that tortellini.
Gabe.
- Yes, Chef.
What the hell were
you doing tonight?
Seriously, where do I start?
Have you ever done two things
in your life at the same time?
Now I've got to
pick a losing team.
Everywhere I turn
from left to right,
it was just chaotic, a
the lack of communication.
All of you were shocking.
And I'm not happy.
The losing team
is the Blue Team.
And I'll tell you why.
You had zero entrees
leaving your kitchen, zero.
Ladies, you had ten.
You moved forward.
The guys have gone backwards.
And I've got to pick
the best of the worst.
The only person who
didn't have a bad service,
Garrett, you're it.
Thank you, Chef.
Go back to the dorm,
think of two members
of your team for elimination.
Yes, Chef.
Now get lost.
It's a pretty
double-edged sword
being picked best of the worst.
I can't put Keith
up there because he
had absolutely nothing to do
with what happened out there.
OK, so Keith's out.
It's us three.
I'm not going to say a word.
You do what you
feel is right, man.
This is business.
Tonight, Gabe, Giacomo,
and Tom equally sucked.
It's like trying to figure out
who's crap stinks the worst.
Service tonight, I didn't know
it was going on at all time.
Your mind is f*cked.
You're not delegating to anybody
and you're just clamming up.
Being the least
experienced person
here, definitely in danger
of going home tonight.
Line
What was wrong
with the cabbage.
That's all I want to know.
There was no communication
at all between us.
Giacomo screwed me up.
I have my entrees ready and
the vegetables aren't ready?
What are you, kidding me?
One duck and one chicken.
I have a duck and a
chicken ready for its sides.
I'm a freak.
I've always been
the target, man.
I really have, my whole life,
I've always been the target.
Why don't you
become a hairdresser?
Poncing around
doing women's hair?
I'm just telling
you right now.
You want adult respect,
get a f*cking haircut.
Tom at this point, I
think, will do anything
that he possibly can to
stay in Hell's Kitchen,
sell people out, backstab,
whatever you have to do.
Because nobody
wants to leave here.
Hey, dude, if
you want to f*cking
wax me because somebody can't
get f*cking mashed potatoes
and cabbage out,
that's your decision.
All right, you got it?
My shit was on.
That's your first f*cking
executive decision.
It was a complete suck
fest in the kitchen tonight
and I have to make a
decision that's best for me.
Right now it's cut
off the weak links.
That's the only way
I'm going to win this.
NARRATOR: After a very
difficult evening,
the women have secured their
first dinner service victory.
For the men, it's time to
deal with their defeat.
- Garrett.
- Yes, Chef.
Made your decision?
Yes, Chef.
First person and why, please.
Chef, the first person that
I have nominated is Giacomo.
- Giacomo.
- Yes, Chef.
Why?
Due to tonight's malfunction
in the kitchen, I just figured.
Malfunction?
Major malfunction, Chef.
Second nominee
and why, please.
My second nominee
is Tom, Chef.
Tough decision?
Immensely tough.
Giacomo.
Tom.
Step forward.
Tom.
Yes, Chef.
How many entrees
did you serve?
Zero, Chef.
And that was based on
a lack of coordination
between myself and Giacomo.
What happened tonight
will never happen again.
I will never, ever
let that happen again.
I will take charge.
I believe you.
Get back in line.
Thank you, Chef.
Sorry, Garrett.
I'd like to talk to
one more individual.
Gabe.
Step forward.
Yes, Chef.
Just tell me why you should
stay in Hell's Kitchen.
Truthfully, Chef I came
here to learn from the best
and to be the best.
I came here to learn from you.
I chase perfection
and I'm gaining--
I will attain it.
Giacomo.
Yes, Chef.
Why should you stay here?
Well, Chef, I
feel like there's
a greasy potato that
I'm trying to grab
and I just can't grab it.
But once I grab it, Chef,
I'm not going to let go.
You say greasy potato
and I say greasy mop.
Once you see my heart,
you'll see what I can do, Chef.
This is tough.
You both screwed up.
You need two quail,
Chef, with that?
There's quail
nowhere on that ticket.
No, no, no.
Chef.
Shut the f*ck up.
One f*cking duck.
- Yes, Chef.
- What's going with it?
- The duck.
I don't know yet.
You don't know yet.
Actually I was going
to ask sous-chef.
Oh, my god.
The person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is Gabe.
You're a sweet guy.
But sweet guys don't
make great cooks.
Take off your jacket and
get out of Hell's Kitchen.
Thank you.
Chef says that I was
too much of a sweet guy.
But you don't have to be
loud and rude and obnoxious
to run a kitchen.
I definitely don't think Chef
Ramsey made the right decision.
And you, get a grip.
I swear to God.
Get a grip.
Move.
I think that Chef Ramsay knows
that there's something else
in me that he hasn't seen yet.
I have to find it in
myself to pull it out.
Once I can do that,
I have a great chance
of winning this competition.
We want two women at the end.
We have to prove that women
are just as good as men,
and we can do it.
You know, America might as
well go to Vegas right now,
put all their money on me,
because I'm telling you,
I'm coming through this thing.
Go and get some sleep.
You have got to do better.
It's absolutely crucial
in Hell's Kitchen
to have finesse and passion.
It was pretty obvious
that Gabe had no passion.
NARRATOR: Next week
on "Hell's Kitchen,"
another chef goes missing.
Where's Sara?
NARRATOR: And the battle of the
sexes reaches an all time high.
You all women have
dinner ready for us
men when we get home from work.
Look, I'm not your wife.
I'm not your girlfriend.
NARRATOR: The men, the
chefs, turn on each other.
What are you doing to me?
I said, stop making them.
You buried me, Keith.
I've had enough!
NARRATOR: But Chef
Ramsay is determined
to have a successful service.
I'm about to do
something I've never, ever
done in Hell's Kitchen before.
NARRATOR: Will
his strategy work?
It's all next week
on "Hell's Kitchen."
02x02 - 11 Chefs
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Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.
Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.