NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen."
There are your customers,
America's finest.
I was really honored to be
able to cook for the army.
NARRATOR: "Hell's Kitchen,"
open for breakfast.
Let's rock it out, ladies.
NARRATOR: Giving one
underdog a chance to shine.
We got about one
minute on these omelets.
NARRATOR: As Julia led
her squad to victory--
GORDON RAMSAY: You're about to
sink the navy, you dickhead.
NARRATOR: The men suffered
another embarrassing defeat
and were ordered to do KP duty,
while the women celebrated
their victory in style.
- Cheers, ladies.
Well done.
Yes.
Cheers.
NARRATOR: Back at
"Hell's Kitchen,"
Aaron's body called it quits.
MAN: Medic.
NARRATOR: Called it quits.
MAN: Go.
NARRATOR: And he was
rushed to the hospital.
You cannot come back
into this kitchen.
Come here.
NARRATOR: At dinner service, the
men got off to a rocky start.
Can't we have a [inaudible]?
NARRATOR: But rally to earn
Chef Ramsay's approval.
Rob?
Yes, chef?
Very nice, that risotto.
NARRATOR: In the
women's kitchen,
two crucial mistakes were made.
Jen recycled spaghetti
from the trash.
Where'd you get it from?
Garbage on top.
Oh, no, no, no.
NARRATOR: And Joanna
served spoiled crab.
The crab is rancid.
It's stinking.
You'll k*ll someone.
Get out.
Get out.
NARRATOR: After a
disastrous loss,
Chef Ramsay gave the red
team their marching orders.
Have a little team meeting
and decide which two of you
are gonna be nominated
for elimination.
NARRATOR: Later at
elimination, the women thought
they had it figured out.
The first nominee is myself.
- And who's the other nominee?
- Julia.
NARRATOR: But a guilty
conscience got the best of Jen.
I'm the next nominee, Chef.
NARRATOR: And so Chef
Ramsay had to choose
between Joanna and Jen.
The person leaving
"Hell's Kitchen" is Joanna.
Take your jacket off and
leave "Hell's Kitchen."
NARRATOR: And so it was
Joanna, whose dream of running
a brand-new restaurant in
the Green Valley Ranch Resort
went up in flames.
[theme music]
And now the continuation
of "Hell's Kitchen."
BONNIE: Our morale
was down because we'd
just lost a player.
We performed horribly--
I mean inexcusably bad.
I feel bad that I made
that crappy decision.
There's no crying
in the kitchen.
Jen took food out
of the trash can.
Where'd you get it from?
Garbage on top.
Oh, no, no, no.
Awful, awful decision.
I'd have thrown you out of
my kitchen for doing that.
I lost my sense
of judgment being
in this competition
because it is so heated,
because we are under pressure.
How do you explain that
though, Vinnie, without it
being looking stupid?
When you sat down, I
just kind of looked at you
like, that's the
girl that pulled
something out of the garbage.
Vinnie.
What?
Look.
Maybe I am sounding like a d*ck.
But you did it.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes
to stay in "Hell's Kitchen."
I'm sure that they're all angry.
There's no harm in speaking up,
and I'm gonna speak my mind.
You totally did the
wrong thing by pulling
something out of the garbage.
You wouldn't do that?
VINNIE: No.
You're absolutely right.
I wouldn't.
People have no idea what
we're going through in here.
We're running on no sleep.
It's like : in
the morning, people.
We're in hell.
NARRATOR: It's a new
day in "Hell's Kitchen,"
but Chef Ramsay still has some
questions about last night's
dinner service.
Good morning.
Good morning, Chef.
Jen, will you stay away
from the bins tonight?
I understand that, Chef.
Yeah.
Vinnie, any nightmares?
I dreamt of you
all night, Chef.
Me, you, and a
box of quail eggs.
What is that?
f*ck off, will you?
f*ck off.
We've got a hell
of a lot to learn.
You know that?
The secret behind a
good chef is taste.
None of you are pushing
your palates to the extreme.
That's exactly what
we're gonna do next.
The challenge is a
test of your palates.
Do you understand?
Yes, Chef.
Julia and Brad, both
of you are up first.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: In Chef
Ramsay's taste test,
each aspiring chef must
attempt to identify
three different foods.
The team with the most correct
answers will win the challenge.
Ready?
Brad, you sack of shit.
OK.
American cheese.
Tastes like American cheese.
Well done.
One, nil.
New God, he's f*cking ugly.
What is that?
I believe it's cheese,
sir, cheddar to be exact.
Wrong.
American cheese.
BRAD: It was hard
because you're nervous,
and you had a blindfold
and loud music.
It throws you off so
bad you don't even know.
Fried chicken.
What is that?
I believe it's fried chicken.
What is that?
I knew what that
was immediately.
You know, I am not
unfamiliar with chicken.
Tastes Stock a fried
chicken breast.
Plain boiled carrots.
Plain boiled carrots.
Come on.
What is that?
Hello?
Papaya.
f*cking carrot, you donut.
What was that?
A radish, Chef.
Ugh.
Damn.
Brad, you've just been beaten
by a Waffle House chef.
Take the trays with you, please.
NARRATOR: The score
is women and men
as Melissa and Rock
step up to the plates.
Ladies, to , yes?
Can you hear under
all that hair?
I can hear you when you
lift up the thing, Chef.
Egg yolk.
What is that?
Hard-boiled egg yolk, Chef.
That a boy.
What is that?
It's so familiar.
I know it's probably
the simplest
thing in the freaking world.
Hey.
I want an answer.
Potato.
Ugh.
Hard-boiled egg yolk.
Neck and neck.
Boiled potatoes.
NARRATOR: Both easily
identify the potato.
Potato.
Boiled potato, Chef.
NARRATOR: But neither
can recognize venison.
Either chicken
or turkey, Chef.
Steak.
Dear, oh, dear.
NARRATOR: And the
score remains to .
Next up, Josh the sous chef
versus Bonnie the nanny.
- OK.
- Wait.
I can hear you.
Christ almighty.
All right.
Can you hear me now?
What?
She can hear him.
OK, Bonnie, can
you hear me now?
Nice piece of lobster.
I would say langoustine, Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Close but wrong.
What was that?
Scallop, Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, god almighty.
f*ck.
OK.
- .
A slice of bok choy.
Ah.
Ever since I was little,
I've sampled weird things
just out of curiosity.
I love to put
things in my mouth.
It tastes like the end of the
bok choy, Chef, the stem end.
- Come on.
- What was that?
Radish, Chef.
Oh, god.
This fascinates me--
one professional chef
with a glittering resume
and one f*cking nanny.
- to the ladies.
Slice of pear.
As soon as Chef Ramsay put
the piece of food in my mouth,
and I just rolled it around in
my tongue, and I squished it--
it's a pear, Chef.
Thank you.
Well done.
What is that?
Mango, Chef.
f*ck.
Ugh.
He f*cked up pear.
I know Josh had a pear before.
out of .
Bonnie, well done.
Let my team down.
Let myself down.
No excuses.
No excuses.
NARRATOR: With
Josh striking out,
the women are leading to .
The men have yet
to win a challenge.
And now their fate rests
squarely on Vinnie's palate.
Vinnie?
Yes, Chef?
Pressure's on, big boy.
Two to tie and three to win.
Jen, Vinnie, step forward.
Let's go.
- .
Thank you, Scott.
This is critical.
If the men get this
wrong, finished.
A piece of seared tuna.
What was that?
Come on.
f*cking hell.
What was that?
Pancetta.
Pancetta.
Yes.
Take them off, blindfolds off.
The blue team lost
yet another challenge.
God damn it.
Gentlemen, clearly
no serious palate,
no clear identification.
Someone needs some
work on their taste.
This is our
third straight win.
We cannot be beaten.
Ladies, well done.
We're gonna share the
most amazing dining
experience together, something
you've never ever done,
any of you.
Gentlemen, bad news.
On the back of losing that
very important taste challenge,
you're going to spend all day
now prepping for both kitchens.
Because tonight, we're
open for service.
Not only did we lose,
we have to prep not
just our kitchen, two kitchens.
That's ridiculous.
That's a ridiculous task.
Not only are you
prepping for both kitchens,
you'll be educating your
palates as we go along.
Mary-Ann.
NARRATOR: As part of the
blue team's punishment,
Chef Ramsay is
dishing up something
special for their lunch.
Oh, god.
Beef liver, tongue,
pigs' feet, tripe, kidneys.
Oh, f*cking hell.
Your palate's are shit.
So taste everything
on this platter.
The food that they were
given as their punishment,
it's pretty bad.
I mean I-- tongue and liver and
kidneys, they just make-- ugh--
I-- [wretching noises].
Gentlemen, bon appetit.
Ladies, go and get dressed.
So the girls won.
And I thought that we were going
to knock this out of the park.
And it sucks.
- She could hear.
- She said she could hear.
She said it--
- She was like, I can hear.
He was like, you can hear?
She was like, yes.
All right.
Can you hear me now?
What?
She can hear him.
It's ridiculous.
There's way too many
conspiracy theories
in this kitchen right now.
Bonnie, do you
realize that you
kept saying, I can hear you.
I can hear you.
I can hear you.
I can hear you.
And then you answered
the question exactly
the way he f*cking said it.
- What?
Pear?
- No.
Bok choy stem.
[interposing voices]
BONNIE: I didn't cheat.
I can't believe the
guys think I cheated.
The guys are totally
making excuses.
They weren't concentrating.
I ain't calling you a cheater.
I like you, Bonnie.
Wow.
So where are we doing?
Do we have any idea?
I don't know.
I cannot believe that
they would have the audacity
to accuse me of cheating.
No, that's crazy.
That's just--
I mean I could not believe it.
All of my sympathy for them,
it just went out the window.
Come on.
Jealousy makes you nasty.
It's like they're
like bitter, you know.
It's like, she cheated.
She heard.
We're lucky, Hell's b*tches.
Now Chef Ramsay
wants to continue
to educate your palate.
You have some pickled palm leaf.
You have grass jelly, creamed
herring, pickled herring,
calves' liver, trotters, pig's
tongue, and cows' tongue.
Here's your barf bags in case
your stomach can't handle it.
Hi.
Ladies, all glam
and ready to go, yes?
Yes, Chef.
First of all, well done.
Congratulations.
And I promise you this will
be a unique dining experience.
Welcome to Opaque.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
leads the women
into unfamiliar territory,
dining in the dark.
Wow.
Oh my god.
It was so dark in there.
I mean you couldn't see your
hand in front of your face
literally.
- I'm sorry if I'm hanging on--
Ladies, keep up, please.
Don't go so fast.
Well, they're going fast.
Slow down, please.
I just never
thought about people
wanting to eat in the dark.
But I guess when you really
get into fine dining,
it's all about the
taste of the food.
Oh, I feel the table.
Who threw a roll at me?
Chef, you threw a roll at me.
NARRATOR: While the women
are enjoying a unique dining
experience, the men are treating
their palates to some rather
unusual delicacies.
Make this a meal.
What is this?
That's pigs' tongue.
That's definitely tongue.
I'm not gonna sit
there and bullshit.
It was f*cking nasty.
It was disgusting.
I'm pissed.
I'm angry.
BRAD: You want me to
get you some hot sauce?
I'm good.
JOSH: You want some
more water or something?
Cheers.
Well done.
Oh, there you go.
[inaudible] reaching.
Chef, don't you have the
nicest voice in the dark?
You really do.
It's quite soothing.
Ah.
Bonnie, behave yourself.
It was way easier
to talk to Chef Ramsay
while we were in the dark.
I can't get fresh on you, Chef.
I can't even find you.
Dear, oh dear.
VINNIE: I thought
I'd be complaining
I didn't get pickled herring.
Look.
I will swap stomach
lining for cows' liver
and a little bit of this jelly.
What the f*ck is this?
That's stomach lining.
It's good for you.
BRAD: The stomach lining
of-- what did he say?
Cow.
Rock, I think
you should let it
go if you've gotta let it go.
I'm not-- I don't
have to throw up.
You need this?
The domino effect of
puking crossed my mind.
I was afraid, though,
that if Rock puked,
then Vinnie was gonna puke.
Then if Vinnie was gonna
puke, then Josh is gonna puke.
If one throws up,
everyone's gonna go down.
You know what, Rock?
Be the man and throw it up.
Don't hold back.
It was the most disgusting
experience I've had in my life.
I need to use the restroom.
Excuse me.
NARRATOR: After a rewarding
day with Chef Ramsay,
the women returned to the
dorms for a little R&R.
[yawning]
I'm relieved that the
boys have to prep for us
tonight because I'm exhausted.
Hopefully I'll be
able to get some sleep
and get my game back.
NARRATOR: The men
complete their punishment
of prepping both kitchens
for tonight's dinner service.
Ah, yeah, we're
gonna start prepping.
Hustle today too, fellas .
I don't want to see
any goofing off.
JOSH: I am sore.
We've been going nonstop for
a long time on no sleep--
and pushing, pushing,
pushing all day
prepping for two kitchens.
NARRATOR: Before the doors
of "Hell's Kitchen" can open,
Chef Ramsay has an
important announcement.
You've all got a one in
eight chance of winning
a phenomenal prize, head chef
of the Green Valley Ranch Resort
in Vegas.
And tonight, whether
you like it or not,
your fate lies in the
hands of the customers.
Their comment cards
on everything they eat
will determine which team wins.
Move your ass.
Yes, Chef.
Jean-Philippe, open
"Hell's Kitchen."
Let's go.
-
GORDON RAMSAY: Nice atmosphere
in there tonight, yeah?
Keep it up, yes?
Anyone waiting,
complaining, waiting,
I want to know
straightaway, yeah?
NARRATOR: As Chef
Ramsay has often said,
getting appetizers
out quickly is the key
to a successful dinner service.
In the blue kitchen, Josh
is now ready to deliver his
first appetizer to Chef Ramsay.
Risotto.
Right here.
- Yes, Chef.
- What's he done there?
Huh?
It just doesn't
taste cooked enough.
It's still a little crunchy.
Risotto back on.
It's not cooked
properly, the risotto.
Sorry, Chef?
It's not cooked
properly, the risotto.
f*ck me.
f*cking hell.
Risotto's not cooked
properly, yes?
Dress the scallops.
Dress the scallops.
Yes, sir.
He just sits there
and f*cking dreams.
Come on.
Work the risotto.
It's not cooked properly, yeah?
- Yes, Chef.
Yeah.
We were having problems.
But when it comes
down to it, holy shit.
Get it right.
Gentlemen, the customers
decide your fate tonight.
Yes, Chef.
Get a grip, yes?
You're not [inaudible].
Hey, get a grip, yes?
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: While Josh
struggles with the risotto,
the women are ready
to impress Chef
Ramsay with their appetizers.
Two minutes.
Two minutes.
Those are overcooked, babe.
Huh?
Those are overcooked.
Really?
Yeah.
Julia's scallops are
overcooked, you guys.
One minute to the window.
Julia needs two minutes.
I need two minutes.
I gotta put my risotto up.
You ready?
Did you hear me?
I need two minutes.
Ready, Julia?
I told you I need two minutes.
But that was one minute ago.
One minute?
Something's happened,
but no one's told me.
I overcooked the
scallops, Chef.
Thank you.
Melissa, you're running
the appetizers, yes?
Yes.
You're running ahead,
and no one's with you.
Yes, Chef.
You're not a team player.
Right now I need some
team f*cking spirit.
- Yes, Chef.
- I'll kick you out.
And I'll do the
f*cking section myself.
Yes, Chef.
I know what your game is.
Yeah?
You just wanna get all
your little appetizers out.
Look good, yeah.
Oh, oh, f*ck me.
Oh, f*ck me.
- No, no, Chef.
No, I was trying-- no.
I swear to God that's not true.
f*ck off.
Piss off.
That's not true.
f*cking bimbo.
I definitely think Chef
Ramsay puts more pressure
on the more experienced.
But you know what?
He should.
You're at "Hell's Kitchen."
Julia, every time you're
slow, I'm getting yelled at.
Thank you, Melissa.
NARRATOR: While Melissa
is doing everything
she can to hold things
together in the red kitchen,
over in the blue kitchen, Josh
isn't doing anything at all.
That's it?
Hello?
You've got nothing on.
You've got nothing f*cking on.
Rock, he's on the appetizers.
Yes, Chef.
He's got nothing
on this table.
Yes, Chef.
He should be cooking
the scallops for you.
- Yes.
- But he won't suggest that.
But you've got to
tell him to do it.
Josh.
Josh.
Yes, Chef?
Come over here and
cook these, please.
Rock, you got it.
No problem.
Thank you, Rock.
Get Data there.
NARRATOR: It's minutes
into dinner service.
And thanks to Rock's
efforts, customers
in the blue dining room are
now enjoying appetizers.
-
-
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, the men
have moved on to entrees.
And Vinnie is ready to impress
Chef Ramsay with his meat.
GORDON RAMSAY: Two
seconds, first main course.
You had the beef wellington?
Vinnie.
Can we go with the
three wellingtons?
Chef, I need more
time on the wellington.
- Oh, f*cking hell.
- I overcooked them.
I need fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes?
What?
What?
Vinnie, come on.
What are you on
about minutes?
Oh, get out.
f*ck off.
Come on, guys.
Come on.
Vinnie, everything moving
f*cking perfectly normal.
And then you want
more minutes because you
f*cked-- how many did you f*ck?
I f*cked four of them, Chef.
NARRATOR: As Vinnie
struggles with his meat
in the blue kitchen,
Bonnie tries to master
her meat in the red kitchen.
It's so raw.
It's thinner.
No.
It's so raw.
Let's go.
We're waiting on you, Bonnie.
Yes, Chef.
Is that just sliced in half
then and put back in the pan?
This, Chef?
No, no, Bonnie, not that.
Yes, Chef.
You're f*cking
[inaudible],, you stupid calf.
Do you know what?
Every time I ask you
a sensible question,
you give me a dumb blond answer.
- Sorry, Chef.
- Right.
Let's go back to the
beginning, shall we?
Yes, Chef?
He Have you just sliced
a chicken in half
and stuck it back in the oven?
- Yes, Chef.
Is it dry?
It doesn't feel dry, Chef.
But I'll start over.
It's f*cking lost its texture.
Yes, Chef.
Right now, you're all
screwing your f*cking selves.
Is the chicken in
for the langoustine?
- Yes, Chef, right here.
- Right here, Chef.
f*ck me.
That's the main
course right there.
It's right here, Chef.
Listen.
Hey, listen.
It's not in.
It's not in, but I'm
putting it in right now.
Right.
So-- here we go again.
When are you gonna
f*cking shut up?
I've had enough now.
Stop lying to me.
You're saying yes
all the f*cking time.
Yet nothing's done.
Work together.
Yes, Chef.
OK, ladies.
As long as we don't get anything
coming back, we'll be fine.
Y'all hear me?
I know.
Let's not everybody
try to be chiefs.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Despite many setbacks,
two hours into dinner service,
the red kitchen has managed
to serve entrees,
while the blue kitchen
has only served six.
I just came to tell you that
there will be a slight delay
on the main courses.
-
Service, please.
Service, please.
-
Two seconds, please, madam.
Service, please.
We've been waiting for
a long time [inaudible]..
Jean-Philippe, what
table was the lady from,
please, so we can find out
where her food is, please?
- , Chef.
- .
Blue, yes?
- Yes.
Take the giraffe back
to the table, please?
Service, please.
Let's go.
-
GORDON RAMSAY: Move your
f*cking ass, will you?
Wellington, one rare, one
medium, one normal, yes?
GORDON RAMSAY:
What's going, Vinnie?
Hello?
Any update on the wellingtons?
Or have I got to
f*cking read your mind?
Monkfish-- two monkfish, one
chicken, one wellington medium.
GORDON RAMSAY: Is
that medium there?
He's flashing them in the
oven after they're cooked.
OK, guys.
Just stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.
Blue donkeys, come here.
Touch that.
Touch that.
It's rare.
You, look at me.
You don't care anymore.
You know that?
Chef Ramsay was on me
tonight for these hawkeye.
He sees-- he's Oz.
He sees everything.
Let's go.
I got a medium right here.
- One wellington.
- Go.
Right there.
GORDON RAMSAY: Vinnie.
Yes, Chef?
Vinnie.
Come on, Chef.
Look.
Raw pastry trim up the bottom.
That's the shit you don't
send to the customers.
It's still left on.
Tell him to trim them,
will you, please?
Trim real quick.
- Chef, Vinnie?
- Yes, Chef?
Look at me.
Can you trim it properly?
- Yes, Chef.
Yeah?
And bring it to the hot plate.
And cut the pastry with
a serrated knife, donkey.
Is it every other one
with you is right?
Or is it one in three's right?
No, Chef.
This one's perfect.
This one's perfect.
What have you ever cooked--
how much have you [inaudible]??
I f*cked a lot up,
but I'm on it now.
Oh, no.
I kept my own private
garbage bin on my station.
And I had six wellington orders
and one chicken in my bin.
Hey.
A restaurant wouldn't
even open with that.
You'd close it before
you got anywhere.
It was a mistake.
It's an expensive mistake.
Oh, f*ck me senseless.
NARRATOR: While Vinnie is
hopeless on the meat station,
Bonnie is hoping
her wellingtons will
finally impress Chef Ramsay.
Has the wellington rested?
No, Chef.
How long for that?
Three more minutes.
Oh my god.
I have no idea
what's going on.
We-- I'm gonna help Bonnie
do the two wellington.
Are you sure those are
gonna be medium well?
Or medium?
I don't even know what the
temperatures are anymore.
I'm so confused.
What's going on, Bonnie?
What's going on?
Still not medium.
It's still rare.
f*ck.
[inaudible]
- It's not ready?
- One's raw.
One's medium.
Damn it.
How about this one?
Melissa, if you wanna help
me, ask me what you can do.
If not, f*ck off.
Oh, why are three of
you on the wellington?
Medium rare is in the oven.
Which temperature was it?
Oh, look at them.
f*ck me.
Look at them.
Who's timing them?
Too many cooks have
f*cked the wellingtons.
I start to get
rattled when I don't
have an answer for Chef Ramsay.
And I had to turn
to Melissa, who
then turned and looked at me.
And we're staring at each
other, and neither of us
know what to say.
Because neither of us knew
what the other person did.
I have to start over, Chef.
Oh.
NARRATOR: With the red
kitchen stalled at entrees,
the blue team is
starting to catch up.
Having now served
entrees, things
are looking up for the men.
Are you enjoying
your main course?
-
The fish was salty.
Go on.
What is it?
She found it salty
on the other point.
Salty.
Table found the fish salty.
NARRATOR: The blue
team is hoping
that the salty fish will
be their last setback
of the evening.
But that's not the case.
They are not cooked enough.
Well, let me do
something about it.
Sure.
Thank you, man.
Thank you.
Table , spaghetti
undercooked, Chef.
Blue, yes?
[inaudible].
Where is f*cking
pretty boy sushi man?
Where is he?
Right here, Chef.
Complaint, raw spaghetti.
No.
Don't f*cking-- (GRUNTING).
What the f*ck is all that?
What do you think you are--
WWF Wrestling?
d*ck.
Taste it.
One crab spaghetti
that came back,
the customer said that
the pasta was undercooked,
which was horseshit.
Hey, gentlemen, just
come here two seconds.
Ladies, ladies, yeah?
Just come here two seconds, yes?
Let me just tell you something.
The customers are deciding which
team is winning this evening.
Your fate is in their hands,
yet you still send crap.
One more dish back, and I'm
gonna f*cking shut it down.
Now get a grip.
- Yes, Chef.
-
Two wellings, one
[inaudible],, and one chicken.
Yes?
- Yes, Chef.
Yeah.
How long?
minutes.
minutes?
Yes, Chef.
Why so long?
Because the chicken's
still cooking.
And the chicken takes half
as long as the wellington.
The wellington's ready.
The wellingtons take twice
as long as the chicken.
Yes.
Yet the wellingtons are
cooked, but the chicken's not.
Yes, Chef.
I have to really
slow it down with you
and put it in sort of
nannified words, yeah?
So you f*cking understand.
I don't think Chef
Ramsay likes me.
I just feel like I came to
this competition as an idiot,
and I'm gonna leave as an idiot.
Because no one
takes me seriously.
I'm the nanny with
a good palate.
And that's it I guess.
I don't know.
GORDON RAMSAY: Potatoes, please.
Where's the chicken?
Chicken, Chef.
f*ck.
You got no better
chicken than that?
You're got any more
chicken than that?
Yes, I do, Chef.
Oh, f*ck.
Any better chicken than that?
Is that cooked?
Yes, Chef.
Look.
It's ripped to f*ck.
It's dry.
Oh god.
f*cking hell.
I'm just getting so
f*cking wound up.
And it's not going anywhere.
We're not getting anything out.
Everyone's f*cking
done, clearly given up.
And it's f*cking embarrassing.
No, Chef.
No, Chef.
Chef?
Oh, f*ck off.
Oh, f*ck off.
f*ck off.
What'd they say?
- Chicken being cold, sir.
- Huh?
- Chicken being cold.
- Right.
Hey, gentlemen.
All right, ladies.
Yeah, all look good.
Run over.
Hey.
Hey, Barbie.
Do your hair before
you come over.
Stone cold chicken, f*cking
salty f*cking garnish.
Yeah.
And f*cking--
there you go, Chef.
There you go.
f*cking clear down.
Chef was furious.
He dropped the plate.
He said f*ck off, shut down.
And we were so
g*dd*mn close again.
Damn it.
NARRATOR: The
customers are filling
out their comment cards.
But Bonnie is in no mood
for constructive criticism.
Are you OK?
NARRATOR: It's the only
way that we can learn.
It's OK.
I've never worked at
a restaurant like that.
I cook for four people.
And if I don't have
something ready, it's OK.
Because they know me.
It's not a big problem.
I'm just tired.
And I just don't think
I can keep up anymore.
I want to go home.
We panicked.
When we knew we were about
to be done, we panicked.
We had seven wellingtons.
We had everything ready.
We panicked.
The same way we put
out the first check,
we gotta put out
the last checks.
I was able to channel my anger
and not take it out on my team.
They should perform better.
And I think that I
should perform better.
I've been through
the comment cards, yes?
The good news is the
customers enjoyed
the majority of your food.
The bad news is over
% of your customers
won't come back
because your food took
too long to get to the table.
What the f*ck is all that about?
Your restaurant would
fail with those numbers.
That's why there's no such
thing as a winning team tonight.
Forget it.
Rock?
Yes, Chef?
You were solid.
I felt presence.
- Thank you, sir.
Thank God for that.
Nominate one from your team.
Cut the crap and get
straight to the f*cking
heart of the problem.
OK.
Melissa?
Yes, Chef?
You will not be nominating
anyone because you were bad.
Yes, Chef.
You were just--
Horrible, Chef.
You were pathetic.
Yes, Chef.
Bonnie?
Yes, Chef?
Is that chicken
overcooked there?
What chicken?
You know, I don't even
get a straight answer.
Jen?
Yes, Chef?
You'll nominate
one from your team
to leave because you weren't
brilliant, but you weren't bad.
Yes, Chef.
Now f*ck off back to the dorm.
Un-f*cking-real.
Do you know what
you're gonna do?
Yeah.
I Know what I was
gonna do before service
if I had the opportunity,
to be honest with you.
But I'm not sure what you
guys have on your team,
so your decision
might be a little more
difficult than mine.
My decision is not
difficult at all.
Chef said to me specifically,
stop messing around.
You know what's
wrong with your team.
Make the decision
and get on with it.
Ah, it was good working
with you guys, though.
We don't know anything.
We don't know anything.
[inaudible] I'm going home.
I can only assume that
he's gonna nominate me
since my station was the worst.
And you know, it looks like I'll
be going home, packing my bags.
Well, it's been fun.
I feel so bad for Jen.
You know, she's like
such a kind person.
- I know.
- You know what I mean?
That--
I'm pretty sure she's
gonna nominate me,
and I'm fine with it.
I adore Jen.
And I'm fine with
her choosing me.
We have a wonderful
relationship.
But this is a game.
Someone has to go home.
So it may be me.
You got a big
decision to make, huh?
- Yeah.
- You know what you do?
You gotta be smart.
You've gotta nominate
your toughest competitor.
- Do you, though?
- Well, you know--
I am looking at it based
on tonight's performance
because that's how everyone
else looks at it, right?
Yeah.
Well, yeah.
I love Bonnie.
Then don't nominate her.
Ugh.
It was between her and
Melissa who did bad.
They're both strong.
God.
I gotta go.
I can't think [inaudible].
I don't like this.
You know, I guess I'm
too nice, you know?
Yeah.
Gotta remember what
you want though.
Did you come out here to
f*cking be the nice girl?
Or did you come out here to--
No, Vinnie, I didn't come
out here to be the nice girl.
I can't sit here
and worry about it.
I have to be strong.
If people hate me because of
my decision making, I'm sorry.
I try.
I have a good heart.
But what are you gonna do?
Rock?
Yes, sir?
Have you made your mind up?
Yes.
Who's your nominee, and why?
My nominee is Josh.
Josh?
I think he's maxed
out his potential
as far as what the team needs.
I don't think he is an
asset at this moment.
Jen, nominee and why.
Melissa.
Melissa?
Based on tonight's
performance,
I just didn't feel
her leadership
qualities were there.
That's it?
Yes, Chef.
I'm disappointed
with both of you.
You clearly didn't nominate
the worst performer.
You've both been overruled.
Bonnie.
Vinnie.
Step forward.
Vinnie, why didn't
Rock nominate you?
Chef, I had my head so far
up my ass during service,
I don't know if Joshua did
good or bad during service.
Good answer.
Bonnie, why didn't
Jen nominate you?
To be honest, I was surprised.
I'm not oblivious to
my performance tonight.
I know I screwed up big time.
Vinnie.
Yes, Chef?
Give me one good reason why I
should continue tolerating you.
Well, Chef, when you decide to
put your name behind somebody's
name for this
hotel in Las Vegas,
I'm the most
qualified chef here.
How about a little
bit of humility
right now to keep your
ass in "Hell's Kitchen?"
When will you ever accept
that you've f*cked up?
When will you ever
accept that were
totally oblivious to
cooking a wellington?
I thought that-- you know, I
thought I had the scheme down.
I thought I'd figured
out how to do it.
Didn't work out that way.
Bonnie, you were bad.
I was bad, Chef.
You screwed it big time.
Yes, I did, Chef.
What have you got left?
I've always been
able to guide my team
when I've been doing prep.
I need help on service.
I'm not gonna lie.
You need help on service?
I was crap.
I was crap.
I'm sure when you started out,
you made a lot of mistakes too.
I'm learning from my mistakes.
This is not an easy decision.
Stop lying to me.
You're saying yes
all the f*cking time,
yet nothing's done.
Vinnie, is it every
other one with you?
I f*cked a lot up,
but I'm on it now.
Oh, f*ck me senseless.
The person leaving "Hell's
Kitchen" tonight is Vinnie.
I can't go any further with you.
Thank you, Chef.
You've peaked.
Take your jacket off, and
get out of "Hell's Kitchen."
I can't do what he does.
He's got years of
experience on me.
He knows what oysters and
caviar taste like from Japan.
And he knows what spices
from India are like.
And I don't know that.
There's a lot of things
that I'd like to do over.
But the reality
is that, you know,
there is no second chances
in "Hell's Kitchen."
A lot of the weak
links have gone.
I swear to God I'll go crazy
if I get fed any more excuses.
I still wanna be a
chef, but maybe I'm
not right as a chef like this.
You can't cry in a kitchen.
Maybe I'm just too
sensitive to be here.
I don't know.
Rock wants me off.
I mean apparently he does.
He's put me up twice.
But you know what?
You're not my chef.
You're not the one
that matters here.
Chef Ramsay is.
- Good night.
Good night, Chef.
None of them are
a threat to Rock.
The only threat to Rock is Rock.
GORDON RAMSAY: Vinnie
talks the talk,
but he doesn't walk the walk.
The bottom line with
Vinnie is he's a crap cook.
NARRATOR: Next time
on "Hell's Kitchen,"
the competition to run a
restaurant at the Green Valley
Ranch Resort and Spa heats up.
They're right here.
They're right here.
Don't k*ll anybody.
NARRATOR: As the aspiring
chefs go shopping
for a special occasion.
- Go.
Let's go.
Rock.
NARRATOR: It's a
"Hell's Kitchen" first.
But What did this bride
and groom make the biggest
mistake of their lives?
It's the bride and
groom's very special day,
and you are not gonna spoil it.
NARRATOR: But there's
no love in this kitchen.
But you're supposed to
listen to me, not Bonnie.
Excuse me.
Am I going crazy?
Did I actually just hear that?
NARRATOR: And Chef Ramsay
has his hands full.
It's gonna poison somebody.
Get out of here, you.
Get out.
Apologize to the
bride and groom.
Hey, the salsa.
Gordon?
Get out of the f*cking way.
I'm trying to serve food.
Stand out of the f*cking way.
I don't think I've ever been so
embarrassed in my entire life.
NARRATOR: It's a
wedding like no other.
It's stone cold.
NARRATOR: You don't want to
miss this special edition
next time on "Hell's Kitchen."
03x04 - 8 Chefs Compete
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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.