NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen,"
aspiring chefs
arrived hoping to impress
world class chef Gordon Ramsay.
Get in the kitchen.
Move!
NARRATOR: They came
from all walks of life.
After jail, I think
"Hell's Kitchen"
is going to be a breeze.
NARRATOR: The winner will
be the executive chef
in their own multimillion
dollar restaurant
in the brand new billion dollar
Red Rock resort in Las Vegas.
I dream of Vegas.
The slot machines going
[slot machine noise]..
I love it.
You're about as far away
to your own restaurant
as I am from home.
NARRATOR: Chef
Ramsay immediately
made the teams men
versus women, and ignited
a battle of the sexes.
Y'all women have dinner ready
for us men when we get home.
I'm not your wife.
I'm not your girlfriend.
NARRATOR: Then "Hell's
Kitchen" opened--
Tom, you're on fire.
Tom!
NARRATOR: --and had a
disastrous first night.
Shut it down.
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: A
disappointed chef Ramsey
sent the chefs a message.
Wake up!
[pots clanging]
Now, get into the dumpsters.
Have any of you
any idea how much
food you wasted last night?
NARRATOR: Then Larry partied
in the hot tub with the ladies.
LARRY (VOICEOVER):
My downfall is women.
NARRATOR: But later that night--
LARRY (VOICEOVER): I
really don't feel well.
NARRATOR: The
fishmonger from Texas
left "Hell's Kitchen" forever.
See you later, alligator.
NARRATOR: Then, at the
second dinner service--
"Hell's Kitchen" is now open.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: --Heather took
charge of the women's kitchen--
EVOO, blended oil.
This is for the scallops.
NARRATOR: --while
Tom and Giacomo
had a communication breakdown.
There's a problem.
Why don't you tell him?
There's a problem.
NARRATOR: Then, disaster struck.
- Hot, hot.
- You OK?
No.
Calm down.
She got burned.
She got burned, chef.
NARRATOR: And the
women lost Heather.
HEATHER (VOICEOVER): I
didn't want to leave.
I would have stayed.
NARRATOR: The women,
led by Sara, rallied.
- That tastes nice.
- Thank you.
NARRATOR: And in
the end, chef Ramsey
declared the men the losers.
GORDON RAMSAY (VOICEOVER): You
surely can't think that you
guys are becoming master chefs.
NARRATOR: But after Garrett
nominated Tom and Giacomo,
chef Ramsay shocked everyone.
I'd like to talk to
one more individual.
Gabe, take off your jacket and
get out of "Hell's Kitchen."
NARRATOR: And Gabe's "Hell's
Kitchen" dream ended.
I definitely don't think chef
Ramsay made the right decision.
[music playing]
Good job, buddy.
[laughing]
NARRATOR: With chef Ramsay's
unexpected dismissal of Gabe,
both teams realize that anything
can happen in "Hell's Kitchen."
We've got to study
harder than the girls, man.
We already did.
That'll be easy.
I put up Giacomo and
Tom for elimination.
That worked out for
me about as good
as a swift kick in the nut sack.
That was crazy, dude.
I wish Gabe was still here
instead of Tom, because he
kind of got it, but
you know, he just
messed up that one service.
How did you feel when he was,
like, get back in line, to you?
Relief.
Get back in line.
Thank you, chef.
Like, hallelujah!
I got a reprieve, and I think
Chef Ramsay, inside, wouldn't
mind seeing me winning.
One for the old guys, you know?
That was nuts.
I cannot believe
what just happened.
I'm sorry.
I totally thought it
was gonna be fat f*ck.
I was a little shocked.
Just because you're
not nominated no longer
means that you're safe.
This is like a soap opera.
Like, damn.
[music playing]
Did they take
your bandage off?
How's your hand?
This one's all right.
This one's OK.
Uh oh.
Uh oh.
[phone ringing]
[laughing]
Hello?
GORDON RAMSAY (ON
PHONE): Who's this?
This is Tom.
Who's this?
GORDON RAMSAY (ON
PHONE): Tom, yes.
Good morning it's Gordon.
How are you?
Hey chef.
Good morning.
GORDON RAMSAY (ON PHONE):
Yeah, right big boy.
I want everybody out
their beds in the dining
room straightaway, yes?
Move your ass.
You got it.
Everybody out of bed.
Chef Gordon Ramsay.
In your uniforms,
in the dining room.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
We hit the floor running.
People just, pew.
Split out.
Get up, two seconds
in the dining room.
Come on, zombies.
Let's get up.
Let's get dressed.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Within
minutes, everyone
makes it to the dining room.
Everyone except--
Where's Sara?
I got out of the shower and
there's not a body inside,
and it's like, OK.
Nobody waited for anybody, and
I just thought that was tacky.
[music playing]
Thanks for coming, Sara.
Yes, chef.
Glad you find this funny.
No, chef.
Good morning.
Good morning, chef.
It took seven and
/ , eight minutes
to get you all out here.
Pathetic.
It'd be nice to see some form
of team stability by now.
There's been two dinner services
so far, and on both services
the same mistakes.
Two risotto, one
spaghetti, one quail.
How long?
- One minute, chef.
Minute and / , chef.
Why is everybody answering?
How long for the wellingtons?
I don't know.
Sorry, guys.
They-- all of them are raw.
Two crucial elements in
any team, in any kitchen,
in any restaurant,
communication and timing.
Now, today's' challenge
is very simple.
Each team are going
to be cooking three
entrees from the existing menu.
There's nothing complicated.
One last thing,
there's only going
to be one person from each
team in the kitchen at a time.
Ladies.
Yes, chef.
Decide amongst
yourselves who's going
to sit out this challenge.
So there's four against four.
Let's go.
Yes, chef.
I didn't want
something to screw
up today because of my hand.
Who's going to sit out?
I'm going to get
out first, guys,
only because I want it
to be perfect for ma.
Princess Heather made it
seem like her whole hand
was falling off.
Talk about playing
the victim card.
It wasn't that big of a deal.
Can I have the first person
from each team in the kitchen
now?
NARRATOR: In this
three entree relay,
one person from
each team will have
five minutes in the kitchen
before the next chef
takes over.
- The first one is the chicken.
- Yes, chef.
The second one
is the tortellini.
Yes, chef.
And the third
one is the salmon.
- Yes, chef.
- Is that clear?
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: The
remaining team members
must wait to find out what
entrees they'll be cooking.
minutes starting from now.
Go.
NARRATOR: The goal is to have
all entrees completed within
minutes, and not
surprisingly, each
has a different cooking time.
Move your ass.
Yes.
NARRATOR: While Tom has
found some tortellini that
is already prepared,
Virginia starts
her tortellini from scratch.
You've got to make
fresh tortellini, yes?
Everything's here for
the tortellini, Tom.
My bad.
Don't I look stupid right now?
Did you honestly
think I was going
to get you to come in
and get old tortellini
and drop them in the water?
Switch.
Next.
Move your ass, Giacomo.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Each chef
has just seconds
to relay essential
information to their teammate.
You've gotta finish
making the tortellini.
Finish making the tortellini.
Chicken's gonna come
out in two minutes.
What's the third entree?
Salmon.
Tortellini, salmon.
It's chicken,
tortellini, salmon.
Give me a second.
Chicken is in there.
Tortellini is made.
I need two extra.
NARRATOR: Both teams have
had a successful exchange
of information.
Giacomo finishes
making the tortellini,
while Rachel prepares
the sauce for the salmon.
And we're still
on the tortellini.
When I got done,
the tortellini
was ready to go for those guys.
Switch.
NARRATOR: Next into the
kitchen are Keith and Maribel.
The chicken poach
is right there.
We got a tortellini
already ready to go.
The pans are hot, and
the salmon's right there.
Chicken.
Salmon.
- Let's go.
- Tortellini.
We need to figure--
Stop.
Out.
Go.
She was explaining to me
what the three things were.
I only heard two,
and she's telling me,
and it was just like, huh?
NARRATOR: Maribel has no
idea that what she is missing
is the tortellini that's in
the pot right in front of her,
so she only works on the
chicken and the salmon entrees.
Meanwhile Keith, oddly, begins
a second batch of tortellini
despite having been
clearly told that it
was already done by Giacomo.
Aren't the
tortellinis done yet?
I thought they were done.
I told Keith,
the tortellini is
there ready to go in the water.
I spoke to be heard
with Keith, and he
should have been
listening a little
harder if he didn't understand
where the things were.
I have in faith in you.
Please do this.
Work your ass off.
Really just move.
Are you kidding me?
Don't spew shit on me.
Like, you know?
Right back at ya.
Something's burning, Maribel.
Yes, I know, chef.
So I'm thinking to
myself, oh my god,
I know that that third
thing is, and I'm
trying to figure it out, and
I'm looking through the ovens,
and I look everywhere.
And switch.
Last person, in.
NARRATOR: It's now up
to Sara and Garrett
to finish off the entrees.
All right, Garrett.
Tortellinis, finish them
real quick, and then this,
can you get three
of those sausage?
You'll have to get some.
He cut me off before
I could do that.
And stop.
Hot plate, Maribel.
Move, Sara.
Maribel went like
this, and I said, OK.
NARRATOR: Tortellini continues
to torment both teams.
Thanks to Maribel, Sara
has no idea that tortellini
is even one of the entrees.
Meanwhile, Garrett has
misunderstood Keith.
Tortellinis, finish
them real quick.
NARRATOR: And begins yet
another batch of tortellini.
We're still on the tortellini.
Yes, chef.
Every single person in
our group made tortellinis.
Start thinking about getting
some food on the plate, Sara.
Yes, chef.
I've never seen
you move so fast.
seconds ago.
I couldn't find any tomato
sauce for the tortellinis.
, , , , and .
Get it on the hot plate.
Tortellini?
No, chef.
Simplest dish.
Yes, chef.
That's the only thing that
was running through my head, how
badly I screwed up,
and why didn't I
listen, because I didn't
hear what the third item was.
And I was, like,
we're going to lose.
When Garrett brought
the three plates out,
and the girls had
two, I was like, yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We got it.
So, blue team.
Tortellinis, sadly no sauce.
- May I speak?
- No tortellinis--
- May I speak?
- --on the red team.
May you speak?
May you stand up straight
and stop acting like a child.
Well, I'm trying-- no, I'm--
No, no.
Li-- cut the f*cking
bullshit, will you?
Just stand up straight and at
least look like a f*cking cook.
Yes, chef.
Do I slouch and slob and talk
like this, like some big fat,
f*cking slob?
Who do you think
you're talking to?
He doesn't want to get in
a street fight with me.
Trust me.
He is lucky that I signed
the thing saying I wouldn't--
I would never
touch anybody here.
NARRATOR: With the
cooking portion
of the relay
challenge completed,
it's now time for chef
Ramsay to taste the dishes.
Let's taste.
NARRATOR: With no
tortellini on the red side,
and an incomplete
tortellini on the blue side,
chef Ramsay moves
on to the chicken.
Chicken is nice and
moist from the ladies.
Blue team.
Chicken is nice and moist.
Sadly, no sauce, and
destroyed by a burnt lettuce.
NARRATOR: With the men
winning in the tortellini,
and the women winning the
chicken, the teams are tied up.
So it's all down
to the salmon.
Ladies' salmon.
Blue team.
And the winning team
is the red team.
Two complete,
accomplished dishes.
Blue team, the dish is
missing the bacon, the sauce,
the tarragon, and that
identifies none of you
are communicating and
thinking properly.
I'm sick and tired of losing.
At this point, honestly, I would
rather be on the girls team.
Each and every
day in a restaurant,
it generates a lot of
laundry, and there, yes?
That's exactly what
you're going to be doing.
Washing, ironing, pressing.
- Yes, chef.
- Yes?
Yes, chef.
Thank you, Tom.
OK, ladies.
Go get changed.
We're going out for the day.
Outside, baby!
Outside!
When chef Ramsay said, and
the winner is the red team,
a great weight was lifted.
It was just a great feeling.
Ah, ah, ah.
[inaudible]
[music playing]
f*ck, at my age.
I-- this doesn't even
have a f*cking number.
The women should have
lost this challenge,
and I'm not being
sexist, but women
do the laundry better than men.
I'm spewing venom.
[music playing]
Woo!
Hi, Gordon.
Looking good, chef.
Ladies, how are we?
Good, how are you?
- Welcome.
- Thank you.
- First of all, congratulations.
- Thank you.
OK.
Have a quick look.
That's our boat for the day.
No way!
Are you kidding me?
This is like a house.
Thank you.
Here's to the laundry boys.
Yeah.
[laughing]
NARRATOR: As if the
punishment wasn't hard enough,
the laundry boys must wash
all of the women's by hand.
How do you use
this f*cking thing?
Tom.
Hey Tom, how about you
show us how to use it?
Tom, did you have this
when you were a boy?
[laughing]
You can go f*ck yourselves.
I'm not f*cking washing anything
with a f*cking wash board.
[music playing]
For me, Vegas is a dream.
Yeah.
You're not going to
have four line cooks.
You're gonna have
, line cooks.
You've really got to get
your head around that.
I can't tell you how
important that is.
Today we got some insights,
and really had an opportunity
to listen to chef.
Thank you for a nice lunch.
Thank you.
Yes.
I'm gonna go back now.
Miss me.
[laughing]
Thank you, ladies.
Thank you very much.
See you later, yes?
I hope sooner than later.
NARRATOR: While the women are
left to enjoy a day at sea,
the men are still in hot water.
OK, Wellingtons.
Giacomo.
You're on.
Go.
Chef cal out of Wellington,
I'm throwing the Wellington in.
Nobody on our team wants to
go to the chopping block.
You have to spend time out
of the kitchen studying,
and if we don't do that, we
will lose another service.
How do you make
the chicken sauce?
Get the fond from the chicken
that's-- you seared it off.
More clips.
Doing laundry today is similar
to my experience in jail.
It's probably the
best damn thing
that could have happened to us.
Do the Ragu, Tom.
Tell me how to make the Ragu.
All right, boom.
I wish chef was here
to rub lotion on us.
I know.
Wasn't he nice?
Hello, we're on a boat in
California out in the sun.
Hanging out, having fun, and
forgetting about all the drama.
[laughing]
Sear off the leeks and the
romaine in the same thing.
Take the leeks out.
- Yeah.
Put them on the side.
Hey!
[laughing]
I smell starch and bleach.
Hi gentlemen.
We can't have any creases.
No bubbles, nothing.
We were on a yacht.
[interposing voices]
I know, dude.
They're talking about it.
Y'all want to keep talking.
Y'all women have
dinner ready for us
men when we get home from work?
Garrett turns and says,
go home and cook our dinner
like women should, and
that just completely
struck a chord with me.
Keep talking, tough guys.
Keep it up.
Get in there and cook for
us, and like, we work so hard,
and we're coming back from work.
Have our dinner ready?
This losing is over.
I'm not your wife,
I'm not your girlfriend,
and you don't f*cking
treat me like that.
And I'm not your bitch either.
Yeah.
You have no right to
talk to me like that.
You've crossed the f*cking line.
I totally want to just rip
him a new one right now.
God forbid if he says anything.
God forbid-- god help him.
You don't treat
me like that, man.
I'm the last person you
want to hear from right now.
Listen to me or not, that
was crossing the line to me,
and you know what?
I'm going to throw the woman
card out, which is to me--
The bottom line is
this, I don't give a f*ck
whether it's a man or a woman.
That don't make a damn
bit of difference to me.
You've got to
understand, we have
to work twice as hard as you.
I just don't appreciate
anybody talking shit to me.
A part of life is
f*cking respect.
Whatever.
He's next to go.
I'm gonna make sure
he's next to go.
You can hate the f*ck out of me.
I don't care.
I was just really pissed
off about the lack of respect.
That's number one on my hit
list as far as getting my anger
to a boil, is disrespecting me.
This whole men versus
the women shit--
they're completely
rallying behind that.
They have something to prove
to the entire f*cking world.
You need to figure
out whether or not you
want to be here bad enough--
Wait, time out.
Do you guys hear them just
wasting time talking smack?
Because I guarantee
you, I came out
here knowing I had
to prove something
to the entire f*cking world.
Me too.
Somebody that walks
like me, talks like me.
So just think about that
when you go to sleep tonight,
and think about that when
you get up in the morning.
Dude, honey.
Guess what, just to
let you know, you
got your ass kicked by a girl.
You were getting your ass
handed to you on a platter--
silver platter.
d*ck.
[music playing]
Garrett, come on.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Still
focused from the night
before, the men get an
early start, while the women
are waiting on a homesick--
Maribel!
In the morning when I
wake up, I miss my daughter
and my husband a lot.
You gotta be kidding me.
Come on.
I mean, if I didn't
have so much riding on it,
I would just say,
you know, I want out.
But I have to focus on
what's at the end, you know,
the restaurant, but it's hard.
You all right?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I don't know what's
going on with her today,
but like, we need to pull
it together for service.
Oh, no.
Now I gotta do them over again.
We need a little heavy
cream on all the stations.
You got that?
Yes, I have heavy cream there.
There's heavy cream there.
It'd be pretty bad if
you guys lost tonight.
It won't happen.
Go, go.
Go, go, go.
We have to get down and dirty,
and work hard, work together,
and communicate as a team.
What are we gon'
do tonight, ladies?
Win.
Let's concentrate on
getting through service
and getting a dessert out.
We'll think about winning later.
When it comes to
Heather, I was always
taught that if you don't
have something nice to say,
you try not to say it at all.
Ladies.
Hello, chef.
NARRATOR: After two
frustrating dinner services,
chef Ramsay is hoping the
team's lesson in communication
and timing will pay off.
- OK, guys.
Listen up.
Ladies, let's go.
Two seconds.
OK.
We're minutes from opening, yes?
- Yes, chef.
And the purpose of
tonight's service--
the third service in is to
get all the tickets out.
Is that clear?
Yes, chef.
OK, ladies and gentlemen.
"Hell's Kitchen" is open.
Let's go.
[music playing]
- Here you are.
- Why, thank you.
You're welcome.
Salmon.
Salmon is good.
NARRATOR: The first
orders are in,
and it's up to Sara and Keith
on appetizers to get their teams
off to a strong start.
Keith.
Keith.
Yes, chef.
- Don't slob it up, yes?
- I won't, chef.
Nicely, yeah?
Yes, chef.
That guy is eating
off of the spoon,
and then putting the
food on the plate.
What are you doing
handing this stuff,
customers in front of you?
You've got a nice spoon
or ladle, but hey big boy,
you have got to
smarten your act up.
Do you understand?
Yes, chef.
Let's go, yes?
And do me a favor.
Hello?
Just pull your pants
up a little bit, yes?
- You got it, chef.
- Yeah?
Huh?
The view of your crack to
table seven is not appealing.
I just hope our stuff is
not coming from that guy.
I wear my underwear up high
and my pants low because that's
how I rock them.
The customer didn't
see my ass crack.
There's no chance they did,
because you can ask anybody
how I rock them, and that's it.
[whistling].
Garrett?
Yes, chef.
Stop whistling.
Yes, chef.
I'm sorry, I'm just
trying to focus.
Yeah?
Well I want you to
focus beyond belief,
but what I want you to
do is to stop whistling.
Yes, chef.
Not a problem, chef.
Thank you.
While Garrett tries to get
in tune with chef Ramsay,
Heather is giving
Sara an earful.
No.
Let that-- let that stock
go through, and then add.
Heather is very abrasive.
She just barks orders
like a drill sergeant.
Don't forget to put the
shredded Parmesan in there.
One [inaudible],, one
spaghetti, two risotto.
Yes, chef.
How long?
A minute and / , chef.
Oh, now we've got the
wrong person shouting again.
Sara, how long?
- One minute, chef.
It's your call.
It's your section.
Yes, chef.
Heather, do you
understand that?
Yes, chef.
It's her bloody call.
Yes, chef.
I couldn't have
graduated culinary school
without making risotto.
It's not my first rodeo.
Hey, fantastic.
Keep it up now, yeah?
Move.
Thank you, chef.
NARRATOR: A half hour
into dinner service,
with the customers enjoying
Sara and Keith's appetizers,
the teams are off to
their best start ever.
But the night is young.
Chef, why-- this oven is cold.
It's coming out cold.
You're just noticing this now?
No, I noticed it earlier.
Dude, you don't have the
f*cking gas on, stupid!
Why is the oven not on?
Hello, dirt brain.
Why is the oven not on?
I'm not sure, chef.
I'm sorry.
You're not sure.
You donkey!
Sometimes I do
a really good job,
and sometimes I don't, and
it's tough because I want
to make him happy, you know?
And it's really
tough to do that.
[whistling]
Garrett.
Yes, chef.
For the last time
in "Hell's Kitchen,"
will you stop whistling please?
Yes, chef.
That'll be the last time
you ever hear me whistle.
Oh, my god.
[humming]
NARRATOR: While the men
struggle with the appetizers,
chef Ramsay is
looking to his most
reliable chef on the
women's team to start
getting the entrees out.
Where is the red wine sauce?
This is it.
This is it.
What does that
look like to you?
What does it look like to you?
It's thin.
It looks clear.
Colored water, chef.
Don't send anything,
Heather, unless you know
it's perfect, because
you know know damn
well it's not going out there.
When chef Ramsay's
disappointed, I'm disappointed.
It's not coming out to his par.
He deserves to yell at
me all day and all night.
I want turbot.
Yes, chef.
Not with f*cking
watery dish water.
Sauce, Heather.
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: While Heather
suffers a setback,
Keith is about to push
his final appetizers out,
but he needs a
little help from Tom.
Yo, Tom.
I need you to start making
some more tomato sauce, man.
I'm almost out.
That's not going to happen.
That's not going to
happen in enough time.
Think about where else
you have tomato sauce.
Coming over, Keith.
Oh-- yo, no.
Tommy, don't do that.
Never mind.
Well, I already
started, Keith.
Right.
What's going on?
Why are you doing tomatoes?
He had asked me-- he was
running out of tomato sauce.
I got it.
I got it.
Guys, what are we plating?
What are you doing to me?
I told you I didn't need them.
He's just totally
throwing me under the bus,
and I had to look over and
give him, like, the evil eye.
Like yo, dude.
You got one more
spaghetti right away.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: It's an hour and
minutes into dinner service,
and Sara and Virginia are
helping Heather get out
the entrees for
their fifth table,
while the men once
again are waiting on--
Giacomo!
Hey, bozo.
Yes, chef.
Tell me how pink that duck is.
Not pink at all, chef.
Nowhere near it, donkey.
Have you got another
duck resting?
Yes, chef.
Right here, chef.
Show me.
One.
Why are you lying to me now?
Chef, I had one
year, and I had--
I knew I had a half.
I know to cook enough for it.
Why are you lying to me?
I'm sorry, chef.
I didn't mean to lie.
You're f*cking
useless, you know that?
Tonight is one
of the worst nights
that I've personally ever
had in my whole life.
Come on.
f*cking how.
Giacomo working
the meat station
has brought his team to a
standstill, and chef Ramsay
to the breaking point.
I've had enough, I'm about
to do something I've never,
ever done in "Hell's
Kitchen" before.
I've had enough!
Giacomo.
Yes, chef.
I've got enough now.
I've had enough.
We're going to switch sections.
Get off of that section,
and get on the fish.
Yes, chef.
He's put you behind.
You need to pull it back
now a little bit, yes?
Yes, chef.
You got it, chef.
What do you need?
- Let's go.
When I got to the meat
station, it was just screwed.
I don't even know what
Giacomo did in there.
Everything was overcooked.
I mean, where are
the Wellingtons?
I had to to throw
some away, Keith.
I didn't--
Where are they?
They were well done.
[grunting]
Oh, my god.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, dude.
Tom is really hurting, guys.
Let me see it.
Come on, Tom.
Oh, dude.
What do you want me to do?
Pretend it doesn't hurt?
He got flustered and he burnt
his hand, and then that was it.
He was just like,
lackadaisically
going, like [mocking voice].
And then I got made at him.
Just f*cking move.
You f*cking buried me.
You're walking like this.
You f*cking buried me, Keith?
What do you
mean, I buried you?
You did it with the
tomatoes you ask to make,
and what are you doing that for?
I said stop making them.
He gave me the other sauce.
- That's it.
That's it.
After I started--
I can't take it, bro.
NARRATOR: While Tom nurses his
hand, diners at the blue tables
are waiting on entrees.
The bread is tasty, but you
can only eat so much bread.
You can only
eat so much bread.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, the
women's kitchen has successfully
served half of their entrees.
Thank you [inaudible].
NARRATOR: The most popular item
has been the lamb Wellington,
and that is putting pressure on
the meat station, and Maribel.
Eight people out
there are ordering--
are getting Wellington tonight.
How many do you have?
Oh, OK.
I have to actually
tell Maribel,
there is eight people out
there who looked at a menu
and ordered that dish.
You should know this.
Oh, my god.
I only have six.
My ass is in so much right now.
You need-- he
said four minutes.
I'm gonna tell him.
I'm gonna tell him right now.
You need to tell him.
- Chef.
- Yes.
Do you have eight Wellingtons?
I only have six.
- Chef.
- No.
Come on, Maribel.
No, I can't.
I-- no.
Listen.
Just-- excuse me-- are you
talking to me, [inaudible]??
No, chef.
No, chef.
No.
Don't f*cking dare.
Yes, chef.
She's just told me about
a massive problem we got,
and you're mouthing
off that we're good.
Have we got lamb?
- Yes, chef.
Have we got pastry?
Yes, chef.
Move your ass, Maribel.
I guess we'll do them fresh.
f*cking useless.
I love you too, man.
Love you too.
NARRATOR: It's over two
hours into dinner service,
and despite Tom's burned
hand, the men have gotten
out their first two entrees.
I can't even--
I'm gonna puke.
Oh, my god.
Oh.
What's wrong, Tom?
I burned the hell out
of my hand really bad.
Show me.
Do we need an ambulance?
No No.
I mean, I'll get it later.
It's fine.
I don't need a drama queen.
I really don't, honestly.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
How old are you, big boy?
- .
- , yeah?
You got a pair of
bollocks, haven't you?
- Yeah, I do.
- Right now-- hello, hey.
I need you to use them.
- I know, I will.
Yeah, no.
Hey, seriously.
I will.
I'll get through it.
A little f*cking hand,
and it's a big drama queen.
It really hurt.
I thought I was going to puke.
Table in the red kitchen
is mentioning that they
are ready to walk out.
OK, red team.
Yes, chef.
Table are about to walk
out on one Wellington, one duck.
How long?
Seven minutes.
Can they wait
seven minutes please?
Chef Ramsay is
asking seven minutes.
Seven minutes?
Seven minutes of
your precious time.
[laughing]
Maribel.
Yes, chef.
Three seconds.
When I see chef Ramsay calling
my name, I'm like, not again.
Please, not again.
Go some place else.
Go to the blue side.
That's requested rare.
Just put your finger on that
and just tell me what you feel.
It's cold.
It's stone cold.
So much for that.
It's stone cold.
Yes, chef.
- Rare is not stone cold, is it?
- No, chef.
We know it's not
piping hot, but that
is refrigerated, stone cold.
He's constantly screaming.
Screaming, screaming,
screaming, it's
just like, I'm listening
to him, but sometimes I
just hear like, you
know, [mocking voice]..
Do me a favor sweetheart,
and get a grip, yes?
Get a grip.
I would actually
like to speak to him
because I don't think it's right
to make people wait this long.
Can I have a rare
Wellington, and how long?
Two minutes.
NARRATOR: While Maribel
wrestles with the Wellingtons,
Tom tries to get a
handle on the veggies.
Tom, it's two turbots, yes?
There's enough in
there for one, Tom.
We don't have any
more mashed potatoes.
Oh, get out of here.
You've run out of mashed potato?
Where the f*ck did all
the mashed potatoes go?
What the f*ck is this, Tom?
I'm looking for it, Chef.
I-- what do you
want me tell you?
How many Wellington
have we sent?
We've only sent two f*cking
tables the main course, Keith!
We prepped them.
I don't know where they went.
They said they burned them.
Have you burned the potatoes?
This, I did.
Yes.
You've stopped caring
now, haven't you?
No, chef.
I haven't.
- I can see it in your attitude.
- You know what?
I haven't.
- Yes, you f*cking have.
You've stopped caring now.
What do you care about?
I care about making an
ass of myself right now.
Really?
Hey.
Congratulations.
I did.
Exactly what
you're just doing.
Chef, this is table .
I'll be seconds.
- We heard that minutes ago.
- I'm so sorry.
Maribel.
The young lady's here now.
How long, Maribel?
It's coming.
About seconds.
- seconds, madam.
seconds or I'm walking
out of the restaurant.
Would you like to
go back to the table?
Here we go.
Yeah.
Turn that f*cking thing off.
Should we stay?
Well, he said
seconds, so I don't know
Somebody start the countdown.
Coming up, coming
up, coming up.
Good luck, guys.
What's the point?
I feel like--
It's a little bit too long,
I think, to wait for food.
It's ridiculous.
Oh, come on.
Come on, no.
You may be there,
but this is not fair.
Read out the ticket for
me for the Wellington.
Medium.
It's rare.
Oh, come on.
It's the only tab we've
been doing, Maribel.
Christ all mighty.
We're gonna leave.
I don't see any fish.
Is that the table?
This is the two ladies.
I have one here, sir.
We had to wait too long.
Missy.
Yes, chef.
Table has walked out,
and the sad thing about it,
you've given up
so f*cking easily
because you don't give a shit!
Shit!
[music playing]
Switch everything off, yeah?
Yes, chef.
All right.
Well, thank you.
Yeah.
Thanks for nothing.
[inaudible].
Shut the kitchen down.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: After another
frustrating dinner service,
chef Ramsay must once
again choose a losing team.
We so needed a
complete service tonight,
but we didn't complete it.
Sara.
Chef.
Best performer on the
women's team by far.
Thank you, chef.
And Maribel.
Yes, chef.
Had it not been for you,
your team was on the verge
of completing a service.
I'm aware of that, chef.
No, you may be there,
but this is not fair.
It's the only tab we've
been doing, Maribel!
Giacomo.
Yes, chef.
Your performance
was phenomenally bad.
Hello, dirt brain.
Why is the oven not on?
I'm not sure, chef.
I'm sorry.
You're not sure.
Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom.
I just wish you'd cook more.
God, so would I. So would I.
That's all I want you to do.
That's all I want to do.
That's all I want to do, man.
Is just cook more.
Yeah, I know.
Men.
You lost the battle of the
sexes tonight, big time.
Because you were bad.
I want each of you to
nominate one person
from your team for
elimination because tonight
there is no best of the worst.
Now f*ck off back to the dorm.
Yes, chef.
Move.
Tom and Giacco are
both the weakest links.
I don't know which one is worse.
Tom is better at prepping,
Giacco is a little faster,
maybe, sometimes.
I don't know.
They're both weak.
I don't want-- dude,
I don't want to go home.
I don't want to go home.
I know that if I could rewind,
knowing what I was gonna
do wrong, if I fixed
that one thing,
we could have pushed through it.
I know that.
It stinks because I know
that I did the worst tonight,
but I don't want to go home.
I want to stay here.
I want to make my family proud.
I'm not going to lobby,
because if it's not meant to be
tonight, it's not meant to be.
You know, listen to me.
I ain't quitting.
I didn't quit.
You didn't quit
tonight, though?
No.
I got the last things out.
Yeah, but the way
you were working, bro.
I was pissed.
Just f*cking move.
You f*cking buried me.
You're walking like this.
You want to vote for me
over Giacomo, go for it.
Well, I'm just
saying and telling you
it's not an easy
decision to make.
Don't pretend like
it's that easy.
What's your decision?
Tom.
I think he's quit.
I think he's given up.
Yeah, he gives up a lot, man.
It's kind of hard,
the decision, though.
Yeah, I mean, how do you pick
between two f*cking quitters?
[laughing]
Obviously I've already
set my mind on Tom,
but talking to Keith, I think
Giacomo and Tom equally sucked.
Chef, actually, could
you take them both?
Take them both.
Give us some girls.
[laughing]
What do you want from me?
I'm a f*cking man.
I'm an adult. I
f*ck up, I say it.
I do-- I'm trying not
to make sad excuses
and I'm trying not
to point fingers.
You can't hide shit.
You can't hide.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: One of these chefs
will have a multimillion dollar
restaurant in a billion
dollar Las Vegas resort,
but tonight for one member
of the men's team, that dream
will be over.
[music playing]
Men, have you decided?
Yes, chef.
Tom, your nominee and why.
Chef, I'm gonna have
to nominate Giacomo.
Quite simply, the oven wasn't
on, and it's that simple.
Giacomo, your
nomination and why.
Tonight chef, my
nomination is Tom.
I feel like he's a
loose cannon, chef.
Garrett, who is
it and why, please.
Tonight chef, my
decision is Tom.
When I talked to Tom, he
just was still talking
about tonight's service.
What went wrong, and not about
what we could do to fix it.
Two votes Tom,
and one for Giacomo.
Keith.
Yes, chef.
Who's your
nomination, and why?
It was hard,
but I have to pick
my boy Jersey over here, Tom.
I just need somebody on my team
that won't give up, you know?
Three votes for Tom,
and one for Giacomo.
Tom.
- Chef.
Step forward.
[music playing]
Giacomo, step forward.
[music playing]
Giacomo.
Yes, chef.
You got seconds to
convince me why you should
stay in "Hell's Kitchen."
Move.
Chef, I will learn
from my mistakes.
I will do everything in
my power for the team,
and I will dig deeper than I
ever have before in my life
to find out who I am.
Time.
Tom.
Yes, chef.
Three to one.
Why should you stay
in "Hell's Kitchen"?
I'm the sharpest,
smartest guy here.
I'm not the best cook, chef.
Time.
It's a tough decision.
Chef.
Have you got
another duck resting?
Yes, chef.
Why are you lying to me now?
You've stopped caring
now, haven't you?
No, chef.
I haven't.
GORDON RAMSAY: I can
see it in your attitude.
Yes, you f*cking have.
It is tough, but
the person leaving
"Hell's Kitchen" is Giacomo.
Take your jacket off and
get out of "Hell's Kitchen."
If you can't turn an oven
on, you've got no chance
even running a kitchen.
- Yes, chef.
Good night.
Good night.
[music playing]
I was shocked because I'm not a
quitter, and Tom just gives up.
I screwed up one
big thing tonight.
I wish I could go back
in time and fix that,
but you've got to pay the piper.
Tom.
Yes, chef.
You dodged another
b*llet again.
Slipped through the net.
Thank you, chef.
Don't thank me.
Thank Giacomo for being worse.
Yes, chef.
Hey-- just a little worse.
These guys have
pissed me off now.
I'm going to make them feel
stupid that they nominated me.
I'm gonna stick it
right up their ass.
We're two people
down right now.
It's getting grim.
One of the things
that I learned
was about k*ller instinct.
You keep their face in
the mud, and you shove
them down as far as you can.
I want to keep the blue
team down to the point
to where they suffocate.
Maybe I got some credit today
because all they thought was I
was a stupid bubblehead,
and I've just proved myself
that hey, I might be
an idiot as a person,
but I'm a damn good chef.
Now get the f*ck out of here.
Before you can even attempt
to run a restaurant,
the first thing you got to do is
make sure you know how to cook.
Giacomo, he was
lost beyond belief.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Don't miss next time.
Are you ready?
Yes, chef.
NARRATOR: "Hell's Kitchen"
is making history.
The restaurant is
open for lunch.
Welcome to "Hell's
Kitchen" kindergarten.
NARRATOR: But life in
"Hell's Kitchen" turns ugly.
- Please, I'm begging.
- Damn it, Tom.
I'm trying to help you.
I swear to god.
NARRATOR: And one chef
sabotages the others.
I was just shocked.
That's way out of bounds.
NARRATOR: It's the most
intense dinner service yet--
I'm not going home tonight.
He called me a liar.
I've never seen such
crap in all my life.
NARRATOR: --and no one is safe--
- There you go.
Here.
There you go.
Get out!
NARRATOR: --next time
on "Hell's Kitchen."
[music playing]
02x03 - 9 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.