05x01 - 16 Chefs Compete

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NARRATOR: Over the last four

years, dozens of hopefuls

have entered Hell's

Kitchen with a dream.

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Ah!

Oh my god.

Oh my gosh!

Aw, man.

[cheering]

MAN: Oh my god.

WOMAN: Beautiful.

MAN: This is great.

WOMAN: Amazing.

NARRATOR: But to

accomplish that dream,

they would have to please

Master Chef Gordon Ramsay.

It was just about standards.

I just want the best.

NARRATOR: And he would

put them through hell.

Tonight, it has to happen.

Get out.

[screaming]

[music playing]

f*cking wake up, or piss off.

Go again.

I just want some food now.

I don't know what to do.

NARRATOR: Some were

lost from the start.

I thought cold

water was supposed

to boil faster than hot water.

What?

NARRATOR: Others were clumsy.

Oh!

[groan]

MAN: Tom cut himself.

NARRATOR: Some cracked

under the pressure.

[crying]

I've never, never

felt so shitty.

I want to go home.

Goodbye.

He was trying to get me to

be, I guess, better than I am.

NARRATOR: Others

just went crazy.

You want to see crazy?

This is f*cking crazy.

[laughter]

[laughter]

[baby noises]

NARRATOR: For some, the

physical toll was too much.

[moaning]

MAN: Don't die on me.

Don't die on me now.

The stress shut my body down.

I won't be back.

NARRATOR: And some

even defy description.

[crying]

I can't believe I'm--

I'm cracking up right now.

NARRATOR: Most of

them would fail

to Chef Ramsay's standards.

I've had enough!

Shut it down.

Get out!

Get out.

NARRATOR: But in the end,

four great chefs would emerge.

And Chef Ramsay--

I am a very proud man.

NARRATOR: --would change

their lives forever.

This year, in the

biggest turnout

ever, thousands of chefs

from all over America

tried out, hoping to

fulfill their dream.

chefs were invited to Hell's

Kitchen to meet their idol.

Gordon Ramsay!

[applause]

Nice to see you.

How are you?

NARRATOR: But only

would be chosen--

Lacey D'Angelo, up.

[cheering]

Charlie McKay.

Yeah!

Carol Scott.

NARRATOR: --and given the

opportunity of a lifetime.

She's happy.

NARRATOR: This year's

field is the strongest

Hell's Kitchen has ever had.

Danny Veltri.

Yeah!

NARRATOR: It includes an

executive chef from Florida.

I will dwarf

everyone and make them

look like they are

nothing compared

to me, this god of cooking.

Ben Walanka.

That's it, baby!

NARRATOR: An executive

sous chef from Chicago.

I come across as intense.

I'm extremely

passionate about food,

more so than probably

anyone else I know.

Sweaty f*cking hands.

[laughter]

Colleen Cleek.

Yeah!

NARRATOR: And even culinary

instructor from Nebraska.

Very enthusiastic.

I am older, but I don't think

there's anyone out there that's

gonna work harder than I do.

NARRATOR: This year, the winner

will have the coveted position

of head chef at the luxurious

Borgata Hotel in Atlantic City.

As for the chefs, this

is by far the most

competitive group ever.

I'm ready for w*r.

I am obviously the

best cook on the team.

Are you joking me?

You couldn't cook my cock.

NARRATOR: And they

will do anything--

This isn't just a game.

I'm not your f*cking husband.

NARRATOR: --to get ahead.

Do you really want to

start something with me?

Are you calling me a fat-ass?

[screaming]

- Who is bleeding?

Who is bleeding?

NARRATOR: And Chef

Ramsay's expectations

are higher than ever.

Dirty pig.

I cannot believe

how sh*t you are!

Oh, god.

What the f*ck are you doing?

You're all sh*t.

Communicate!

NARRATOR: So get ready--

Yes!

NARRATOR: --for

the most intense--

Snap out of it.

It's time to get up.

[screaming]

I feel f*cking

humiliated right now.

NARRATOR: --most thrilling--

MAN: Eyes on the prize.

[cheeering]

NARRATOR: --most amusing--

But I've never

waited tables before.

[mumbling]

NARRATOR: --most shocking

"Hell's Kitchen" ever.

Why do I need a barf bag?

Oh--

[coughing]

NARRATOR: Quite simply--

[arguing]

This is hell.

That's the devil.

So you better be careful.

NARRATOR: --it's the

most amazing season ever

on "Hell's Kitchen."

You stupid, thick bitch.

[theme music]

Bah, ba-da bah.

Bah, ba-da bah.

Whoops, what a

mess I'm making.

NARRATOR: Immediately

after being

selected, the men's team

and the women's team

get right to work--

- Let's go.

NARRATOR: --preparing

their signature

dishes for Chef Ramsay.

Right behind.

Chef Ramsay walked by me.

And I kind of got

goose-bumpy, you know.

But, um, I'm

actually into women.

[laughter]

OK, anyone else using bacon?

Coming through.

Grab this.

I haven't been able

to find the domes.

People probably look at me

and thinking, oh, here's

another pretty girl

trying to be a cook.

But I am a hard worker.

And I can hang

with the big boys.

Just under three

minutes-- let's go.

[clapping]

When I first started

cooking, it was an easier

to get to go to my house.

Because instead of taking

them out to dinner,

I could get them home.

Food's an aphrodisiac.

Then you just pour a

little wine onto that.

And then you move

on to the next--

level.

seconds to go.

Plate up, and put them

under the domes, yes?

Anybody need

help with anything?

Where are the plates

that we put it on?

Ah!

Coming through, hot behind.

Oh, man.

Sorry.

Coming through.

GORDON RAMSAY: Three, two, one.

And stop.

Everybody stop.

Good.

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I'm very anxious to

taste your dishes.

That gives me a first

chance of getting

to know a lot about each

and every one of you.

Chefs establish

their reputations

across the world the back

of their signature dishes.

OK, time to taste.

Let's go-- holy f*ck.

Whose is this?

It's mine.

GORDON RAMSAY: Your first name?

Carol.

What is it?

CAROL: It is a roulade de

veal over caramelized onions.

Mhm.

And how old were you

when you started cooking?

Professionally, I was .

So a late starter.

CAROL: Yes, chef.

- Uh-huh.

What were you doing first?

I worked in a beauty salon.

Finally ended up in culinary.

Uh-huh.

Looks like you ended

up in the right place.

That was delicious.

Thank you, chef.

In terms of flavor,

yeah, spot on.

Thank you, chef.

To have the greatest

chef in the entire world

say my food is good, I

just wanted to dance.

I wanted to sing.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

OK.

Somebody dropped this one.

What is that?

That's mine, chef.

It is rabbit two

ways-- braised rabbit

and the grilled tenderloin.

What's with the badge?

It's my pride pin, sir.

Your pride pin.

That means I'm

openly out, sir.

I am proud that I'm gay.

I'm still one of the guys.

Same plumbing, different wiring.

GORDON RAMSAY: The actual

flavor is delicious.

Presentation-- zero.

Messy, sloppy.

Back in line.

Next, whose is this?

Uh, it's mine, chef.

Yep, step forward.

What is it?

It's a miso sake-marinated

Chilean sea bass.

GORDON RAMSAY: Mhm.

And how long have

you been cooking?

About four years, chef.

I've been cooking for

my family also, chef.

My father has lived in

the restaurant industry.

He had no time for his children.

I want to show my dad what

I can do in the kitchen.

Yeah.

One taste of that,

it's look like you've

been cooking for years.

Cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Thank you.

And where did you start cooking?

In my father's kitchen, chef.

Have you cooked him that dish?

- No, I have not, chef.

- You should.

Thank you, chef.

NARRATOR: It looks as if

having thousands of chefs

to choose from

may be paying off,

with one of the most promising

starts for a signature

dish tasting ever.

Holy f*ck.

Whose is the camel hoof?

That's mine, chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Right.

You don't do small

portions, do you?

You know, don't

adjust your TV.

I got a weight problem.

I know that.

I don't care about that.

That's not who I am.

I'm the underdog, man.

I'm Rocky Balboa.

I'm ready to come out the box.

What is it?

Potato and white

truffle-wrapped

Chilean sea bass.

GORDON RAMSAY: And

what's the sauce?

It's like piss.

Sorry for that, chef.

The bass was cooked nicely.

However, the sauce--

absolutely disgusting.

The dish is clumsy, like you.

Yes, sir.

Back in line.

They assume that I'm

clumsy and an-- an oaf.

But I'm no Shrek.

I bang it out.

f*cking move on-- that's

what I'm gonna do.

Right, holy crap.

Whose is that?

It's mine, chef.

All right, madam.

Chicken the blackberries,

where did that come from?

It's just a dish

we made at work.

And where's work?

I do corporate dining.

That's not like a

restaurant, is it?

It's a buffet-style

restaurant.

Buffet.

That's definitely corporate.

You serve, they eat.

Yes, chef.

Straight after, they vomit.

LACEY: Yes, chef.

That was not me on a plate.

I'm just hoping that he

gives me enough of a chance

to stick around and

show him that, you know,

I can definitely

do a lot better.

All right, grilled banana.

That's mine, chef.

I'm a redneck.

I like to hunt a lot, like

duck, or gators, or whatever.

You know, it's fun, because

then I get to bring that home

and cook it.

GORDON RAMSAY: And the

name of the dish is what?

Mahi Gone Bananas, chef.

It looks like you've

got slightly bananas.

It's hideous.

Back in line.

Ramsay is definitely just

looking for a rise out of me,

which he is going

to eventually get.

So the idea came from where?

I just pulled it

out of my ass, sir.

Put it back in there,

because it sucks.

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NARRATOR: After a strong start,

the tasting appears to have

taken a turn for the worse.

Come on.

Give me some decent

food, please.

NARRATOR: Next up,

executive chef Giovanni--

You must be the only

executive chef in America

that can't cook rice.

NARRATOR: --followed

by prep chef Charlie--

It looks like a Ferris wheel.

That is a joke.

NARRATOR: --and Las

Vegas line cook, LA--

I may be from Glasgow, but I

didn't expect to come and see

a screwed up fish and chips.

Terrible.

NARRATOR: --plus

food court chef, J.

That is an F.

NARRATOR: All failed to impress.

Who's cooked the diapers?

No diapers, sir.

That's smoked chicken enchiladas

with poblano cream sauce.

My name is Colleen.

- Karene.

- Colleen.

Karene.

Colleen.

What do you do for a living?

I am a culinary instructor.

I own a recreational

cooking school.

And were you a trained chef

before you set up the school?

No, I am not a trained chef.

[music playing]

So you're not a trained chef,

yet you teach chefs to cook.

That's correct.

How much do you charge?

$ per three to four hours.

Right.

Look at the size of it.

I feed big Nebraska boys.

Would you like me

to get you a bite?

No, no.

I'll bite it myself.

[music playing]

[spitting]

OK.

You seriously

charge $ to teach

people how to make that crap?

- Yes.

Yes, chef.

I feel like I need some

plastic wrap around my ass.

It was extremely

difficult to stand there

and to keep my mouth shut.

I teach manners too, chef.

Say that again?

OK, please, miss manners,

f*ck off back in line.

NARRATOR: While cooking

instructor Colleen was clearly

disappointing, Chef

Ramsay is hoping

that recent culinary graduate

Andrea will make the grade.

In terms of

flavor, it's spot on.

NARRATOR: Cafe cook

from Texas Coi--

It tastes delicious

and perfectly cooked.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: --and executive

sous chef Paula.

Seasoned beautifully.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: --have established

the women as the team to b*at.

But there are still two

dishes from the men to taste.

Looks like lamb chops

on a bed of ratatouille.

That's mine, chef.

To be like Chef

Ramsay is my dream.

I've read his books.

I've visited his

restaurant in Manhattan.

I think we have

very similar styles.

How long have

you been cooking?

years around.

GORDON RAMSAY: And what is it?

That's cinnamon-crusted

rack of lamb

with an aubergine ratatouille.

GORDON RAMSAY: The

ratatouille-- what's in there?

Tomatoes, onion, tomato

sauce, tomato paste.

How come the

aubergine's so sweet?

There's some honey.

Honey in a ratatouille.

Is that normal?

- No, chef.

ALL: No, chef.

That's the worst

dish I've ever tasted.

[laughter]

years to cook that

sh*t, and you're laughing.

You can make history

on being the fastest

exit in "Hell's Kitchen."

And I'm f*cking

serious, you know that.

Back in line.

The quicker you understand

how serious I am,

the quicker you'll cook better.

I'll try harder

next time, sir.

I thought it looked all right.

I think my

presentation was good.

I know it's a good dish.

But I got to prove to them

that I can cook my ass off.

GORDON RAMSAY: Who's

got the pretty duck?

Me, chef.

- First name is?

- Ben, sir.

Ben, from where?

Chicago, Illinois.

What I do, i am very good at.

I've trained myself

to become, you know,

a machine in the kitchen.

What is it?

We have a pan-seared

Peking duck breast.

Yeah.

First impressions-- nice,

attractive, and it tastes good.

Thank you, chef.

By far the best dish on

the men's team, clearly.

When chef said to

me that I had the best

dish from the men's

team, I knew that I'm

a force to be reckoned with.

Here's the news.

The person who wins

"Hell's Kitchen" this year

will receive a quarter

million dollars

and a position as head chef

in a brand new restaurant

at the luxurious, billion

dollar Borgata Hotel

and Casino in Atlantic City.

All my boys that

go to Atlantic City,

they go to the Borgata.

The Borgata is this sh*t.

GORDON RAMSAY: Your

restaurant will

be in amongst some of the

finest restaurants in the world.

Mina's there.

Flay's there.

Wolfgang Puck's there.

And here's the scenario--

one of you will be joining them.

I will be next

to those big boys.

The prize is mine.

That's mine.

We are open tomorrow night.

Based on your signature

dishes, you are

the best group we've ever had.

So I'm expecting the

best opening night ever.

Is that clear?

Yes, chef.

I want you to go to the

dorm and start thinking

of a dynamic team name, yes?

Off you go.

[clapping]

Let's go.

Think hard about

those names, yes?

NARRATOR: After the best

signature dish tasting ever,

the aspiring chefs

get acquainted

with their new surroundings.

LA: Dang.

Sweet!

BEN: This is the

pad right here, huh?

We do have a hot tub.

The dorms are awesome.

Like, I wish I could

live in them forever.

NARRATOR: They also

get to know each other.

- Man, what's your name, dude?

- Danny.

Right on, man.

I'm Ben.

- Colleen.

- LA.

LA?

Ji.

All right, I don't bite.

Don't worry.

All right, gentlemen.

So team name.

I'm not gonna force myself

into the role of a leader.

I'm gonna offer it.

How about the blue balls,

blue coats, blue kitchen,

the blue coconuts?

Aw, you're stuck

on that blue, huh?

[laughter]

ROBERT: Why don't you call

yourselves the Blues Brothers?

Blues Brothers' not bad.

Yeah.

And we could

say, Blue Brothers.

Blue Brothers.

[laughter]

We can think of like, red

spices, you know like cayenne.

There's paprika.

Some of the suggestions

that my team had

were really, really stupid.

What about the flames of

hell, you know, something

about the flames of hell?

Really stupid.

Saffron Sisters.

Smokin' Reds.

Sizzlin' Spices?

COI: Smoking Reds.

What about the Spice Rack?

[laughter]

The Spice Rack.

Aw, that's good.

Spice Rack.

[laughter]

[music playing]

NARRATOR: After a

good night's sleep,

the aspiring chefs are ready

for a long day prepping

for the grand reopening.

- All right.

All right, let's do this.

NARRATOR: But

equally as important,

they'll be using this time to

assess their fellow teammates.

It's just all you

and I. Yep, let's go.

LA and I will take

the garnish station.

I'd rather kind of watch

all the other stations

before I do them,

honestly, because I

don't have my experience.

[music playing]

Are you serious?

Lacey's definitely not solid.

What the hell am

I supposed to do?

ANDREA: She's not even

close to ready for this.

Does anybody have any ideas?

Good god, I'm

f*cking dying here.

I have three more ice

creams to make today.

I don't want to do

this sh*t anymore.

I really don't.

I don't know what to do.

I thought I could handle it.

That looks like turd.

It's just very overwhelming.

I quit, you guys?

What the f*ck, man?

ANDREA: Lacey?

What did she say?

What's wrong with her?

I just say sh*t

like that, because I'm

frustrated and pissed off.

I need a moment to myself.

Of course, now I'm

definitely the most hated.

And, you know, whatever.

Think we should

go check on Lacey?

Lacey quit, and walked

out, and left our team.

And it was pathetic.

She said, I quit.

Stick a fork in her.

She's done.

She doesn't have a

lot of confidence.

If you don't have

faith in yourself,

what the f*ck makes

you think we are?

NARRATOR: While

the women continue

without much regard for Lacey,

the men have their own headache

to deal with.

Anybody see the

chorizo back there?

I have not actually worked

in a restaurant before.

So I'm gonna put my head down

and try not to get in trouble.

Because I'm going

after that prize.

Did somebody see

strainer anywhere?

Do we have whole

heads of garlic?

Chef, where would the chicken

stock be, for the chicken?

Seth, man, you got to

listen a little better.

Seth's useless.

He's done like two things

since this morning.

This guy has been dicking

off peeling baby carrots

for, you know, minutes.

I mean, come on.

Let's go, guy.

Will you show me

one, just-- just so--

- I thought you knew how.

- No, no, no.

I know.

But I just want to

make sure that I--

Hey, listen, man.

Pay attention-- seriously.

[music playing]

I'm really not a quitter.

I'm just trying to,

like, clear my head

as quickly as possible to show

my team that I'm here for them.

I've just got to shrug it off.

NARRATOR: After

a quick time out,

Lacey decides to

get back to work.

You're gonna be

all right, Lacey.

I know.

Lacey quit today when she

walked out of the kitchen.

We could have somebody here that

could be an asset to our team.

And instead we got an ass.

[music playing]

Ok, guys.

Come over, please.

OK, ladies.

Let's go.

Ladies.

- Yes, chef.

Team name.

Team Saffron.

- Are you happy with that?

- Yes, chef.

No, chef.

Who's not happy with Saffron?

What did you want,

Colleen, as a name?

Spice Rack.

[laughter]

I like that.

Not everyone wanted

Spice Rack, because not

everyone had the Spice Rack.

[laughter]

I think I made him blush.

OK.

Boys, team name.

The Blues Brothers.

I like that.

Now in the brigade.

That's way too many.

I want two volunteers.

Giovanni, tonight,

you're waiter.

Yes, chef.

I wasn't too happy

becoming a waiter.

But I'm confident I can do

this, and I'm ready to go.

Carol.

Yes, chef.

You're in the dining

room with Giovanni.

Thank you, chef.

I'm a cook.

I'm not a server.

So it's gonna be really

hard for me to show

Chef Ramsay what I've got.

Charlie.

Yes, chef.

I do not want a complaint

of a -inch ginger pubic

hair in someone's creme brulee.

You got it, chef.

Upstairs to the

dorm now, and yeah?

CHARLIE: You got it, chef.

Snip now, yeah?

He's trying to get

a rise out of me.

You know, I'm not going to

give them that satisfaction.

It's just a little

hair off my face.

And it's all gravy, baby.

To the rest of you,

get on your sections.

Get set up, yes?

[interposing voices]

We're opening in

five minutes, yes?

Let's go.

NARRATOR: While

Charlie cleans up

and Jean-Philippe briefs

his new waitstaff,

everyone is helping each

other out except Lacey.

Come over here, and

help me with this souffle.

You had all day to f*cking--

- You know what?

--get the souffle started.

Oh, really?

You could have had this

sh*t done a long time ago.

Really?

Coi, I'm not gonna

take your f*cking sh*t.

I don't care

whose sh*t you take.

Do it.

But you need to help

me with this stuff.

I was gonna help you until

you were being such a bitch.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

f*ck you, dude.

If I get kicked off because

of you, I swear to god,

I'm coming after you, Lacey.

Hey, did you guys hear that?

She threatened me.

Because if something happens

to me, we know who did it.

Lacey has been f*cking

off all f*cking day,

whining and f*cking complaining.

And every single body's station

is set up except for hers.

[sigh]

JI: Just keep it

together, Lacey.

We need you here right now.

We really, really do.

I knew this was gonna happen.

I'm just so sick

of stupid b*tches.

Every time I work in

a kitchen with women.

How dare you sit up

and say that sh*t to me?

What's the matter?

This station is f*cked up.

Come on, Coi.

Don't say a f*cking thing.

GORDON RAMSAY: What?

I come over here.

There's nothing

f*cking done, chef--

nothing.

Know OK, OK.

Now why don't you tell

him how you threatened me?

Oh, oh.

Wait, all right.

I'm just about to

open the doors, OK?

Don't panic.

I'm not asking you

two to be lovers, OK?

Absolutely.

Calm down, get

a grip, and show

me some form of composure, yes?

COI: Yes, chef.

Oh my god.

Jean-Philippe, open Hell's

Kitchen-- quickly, yes?

Oui.

Before there's

a fight in here.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: Coming off

the best signature dish

tasting in the history

of "Hell's Kitchen,"

Chef Ramsay has high

hopes for opening night.

Good luck, yes?

NARRATOR: And tonight, the

customer's first impressions

of both kitchens will come

from their waiters, Giovanni

and Carol.

Just wanted to say,

welcome to Hell's Kitchen.

The whole menu is special.

OK.

It's a--

[music playing]

It's--

Is that something baked?

Yes, I believe it is.

I'm not really sure.

Ooh, I--

- Why are you panicking?

- Why?

Because I'm not a--

I'm not a good waiter.

Yeah, but listen.

You're representing your team.

You can let them down tonight.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

NARRATOR: While Giovanni

struggles with the menu,

Carol gives the red

kitchen their first order.

GORDON RAMSAY: Ladies,

appetizers-- one spaghetti

and lobster, one scallops.

Entree, one salmon.

One John Dory.

Salmon temperature

requested medium.

Hello?

Yes, chef.

I've called out the

orders again, hoping

for something in response, yes?

- Yes, chef.

- Good.

One spaghetti and lobster,

one scallop entree,

one salmon, one John Dory.

Yes, chef.

Thank you.

Let's go, let's go,

let's go, let's go.

Heading into dinner

service, I'm excited.

And I'm a little,

you know, scared.

Cause, you know, that's

when Ramsay gets crazy.

NARRATOR: minutes

into dinner service--

Giovanni, where is he?

Why is he so slow

with his orders?

NARRATOR: --Giovanni

finally gets his first order

into the blue kitchen.

Unbelievable.

An order of six.

Table is table .

Two spaghetti, one scallops,

one risotto, one Caesar.

Entrees, three wellington.

Get them in.

Ben, you got to get over here.

BEN: I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey, fuckwit.

Come here, you.

Come here!

I'm calling out an order,

and you just shout over.

- I'm sorry, chef.

- Yeah?

You f*cking call

out the order then,

you f*ck-- f*cking

call out the order!

I need one Caesar,

two scallops, one

risotto, and two spaghetti now.

Yeah, give me the reins, man.

Let me drive this bitch.

You f*cking interrupt

me again next time,

you're going for an early bath.

- Yes.

A big one, in a hot tub.

NARRATOR: With no

further interruptions

from the blue

kitchen, Chef Ramsay

moves onto the red kitchen,

where Lacey's scallops

are waiting at the pass.

NARRATOR: Lacey-- yeah,

now it's called Lazy Lacey.

Look, madam.

It's still raw, yes?

Yes, sir.

GORDON RAMSAY: Come on.

How the f*ck is

it not cooking?

I think something was

wrong with our oven.

Like, it just wasn't

cooking anything.

GORDON RAMSAY: It would help

if your as was on, yeah?

Oh dear, unbelievable.

NARRATOR: While Lacey

turns up the heat, over

in the blue kitchen, Ben and

Robert are ready to impress

with their first appetizer.

- Come on, boys.

Rock this sh*t.

Let's go.

We're ready with that, yes?

Yes, chef.

Oh, f*ck off.

Hey, all of you.

Come here a minute, yeah?

Taste it.

Taste the spaghetti.

BEN: It's raw, chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: years

experience between you,

and you can't cook a

strand of spaghetti.

This kid Ben, he

thinks he's a pro cook.

But you can't cook pasta?

Hey big boy, move

your f*cking ass, yes?

NARRATOR: While Ben and

Robert go back to square one,

over in the red kitchen,

cooking instructor Colleen

thinks she's improved

on Chef Ramsay's recipe.

What's that in there?

COLLEEN: Mascarpone.

GORDON RAMSAY:

Mascarpone cheese?

Madam, we don't put

mascarpone cream cheese

in the spaghetti of lobster.

Oh my god.

Power went out, and I

couldn't focus on the food.

I was just all, you know, trying

to put myself in a happy place.

We've got a problem

with the lights, yes?

Restaurant lights gone out.

NARRATOR: Even though

a faulty generator

has caused a power

outage in Hell's Kitchen,

the ovens are still working.

And so is Chef Ramsay.

My god.

Danny, come here.

That's you.

Overcooked scallop-- let's go.

It's not exactly rocket science.

Obviously, chef.

[music playing]

Hey you, come here you.

Come here.

Yes, chef.

OK, can you cook

like a team member?

I'll watch their station

and my station, chef.

How about

communicating with them?

I did, chef.

Don't f*cking dare start

getting f*cking pissy with me.

Is that clear?

I mean, chef-- yes, chef.

Good.

Now just shut the f*ck up!

- What is going on?

[scream]

- Hey, come on.

Come on.

What is wrong with the lights?

GORDON RAMSAY: We

lost power everywhere.

We lost power everywhere.

GORDON RAMSAY: A faulty

generator has caused

a blackout in Hell's Kitchen.

We can't cook in

the f*cking dark.

Apologize to the customers.

Make sure that they're happy.

Try to massage it a little bit.

My apologies, yes?

NARRATOR: With no

food coming out

of either kitchen and

customers sitting in the dark,

Carol has a plan to

get the place lit up.

And voila!

When the lights went out, I

was just giving tables wine,

and more wine, and more wine.

Thank you so much.

I'm gonna go ahead and

leave the bottle here for you.

Because I kept boozing

them up, nobody got upset.

So there's no

backup generator?

- Are you an engineer?

- No.

Because we could use

a very good one now.

An entrepreneur,

if you need it.

NARRATOR: While John-Phillipe

looks for a little help

in the dining room, back

in the blue kitchen,

Robert is taking charge.

Just bite your tongue.

I wasn't talking to you.

That sh*t's in the past.

Move on from it.

I got a big mouth.

I'm surprised Ramsay

didn't f*cking pull me out

of the line and f*cking axe me.

- OK, new start.

So let's go.

- OK.

You understand?

Danny, he just needs

to learn to shut up.

This blackout is a blessing

right now, so take it as it is.

NARRATOR: minutes

after the blackout,

power is finally restored,

along with the hope

of salvaging dinner service.

Now put that really bad

start behind us, shall we?

Yes?

Yes, chef.

And let's just concentrate

and get your sh*t together.

Let's go, yes?

Yes, chef.

Good news guys, the

kitchen's open again.

Fantastic.

Yay.

We have no more pans, guys.

GORDON RAMSAY: Where

is the other spaghetti?

Waiting on pasta, chef.

Hey, madam, madam.

Come here, come here,

come here, come here.

You're starting a fresh

one in a dirty pan.

Yes, chef.

Oh.

The pan had already

been used, and I didn't

have a chance to wipe it.

I felt like an idiot.

You teach people how to cook.

We have no more pans, chef.

Look-- pan--

Thank you.

--pan, pan.

You were gonna start a fresh

spaghetti in a dirty pan.

Holy crap!

NARRATOR: While Colleen

tries to clean up her act,

over in the blue kitchen,

Ben and Robert finally

have their act together--

Let's go.

NARRATOR: --and

are quickly sending

appetizers out and into the

trusty hands of Giovanni.

Giovanni, do you remember?

No.

You don't remember what you--

what the customer ordered?

GIOVANNI: No.

That's embarrassing.

I'm embarrassed, yes.

I was unorganized.

I was flustered.

I'm not a waiter.

I'm not.

It's as simple as that.

She had the risotto.

You had the scallops?

All right, I was not even close

Mm-mm.

Sorry.

NARRATOR: It's two hours

into dinner service.

Lamb up.

NARRATOR: And the blue team

is moving on to their entrees.

Garnish for your lamb

coming up right now.

That's exactly what

the doctor ordered.

NARRATOR: Seth and J are

ready with their lamb.

All the dish is missing

is Will's garnish.

All right, I'm ready.

Just before you bring

them to me, what are they?

Those are the--

the gnocchis.

They are burnt.

GORDON RAMSAY: Yeah,

they are burnt.

You actually think

we're gonna send them?

I'm not sending those, chef.

Unbelievable.

Will, don't give up.

First of all, this is sh*t.

Come on, bro.

NARRATOR: Will's b*rned gnocchi

has put the blue team behind.

Meanwhile, over in

the red kitchen,

Colleen is working

on getting ahead.

Spaghetti's-- taste them.

Make sure there's not

too much chili in it.

Colleen, are these

your pupils now?

You're talking to them

like your cookery school.

You want $ ?

Why have got so much

spaghetti going?

How long does it take

to cook spaghetti?

It's been taking long time.

But it--

No.

It's that you're not

cooking it properly.

If there wasn't so much

f*cking spaghetti in there,

it'd cook quicker.

Yes, chef.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

Look at it all.

And it's more down here as well.

You put it in the bin.

No wonder you're

f*cking confused.

I am a lot older than

most of these kids.

So I'm not quite as

nervous about criticism.

I'll take it, you know?

That's just the way it is.

Can I have one spaghetti away?

Yes, chef.

Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: As Colleen gets

schooled in spaghetti,

Seth is hoping to score high

marks with his first entree.

GORDON RAMSAY: Why is

it all f*cking m*nled?

Because he didn't

have it ready.

And then he sliced it

and seared all the chops.

GORDON RAMSAY: Hey, Forrest.

Come here, you.

Ramsay keeps calling me

Forrest as in Forrest Gump.

I think it's a great name.

You didn't cook it

properly temperature-wise.

So you Tell to buckle

it and bastardize it.

Now you're really

having a laugh, yeah?

Man, this poor lamb

chop just got charred.

No excuse for that first lamb.

Would you get excited

to come and eat that sh*t?

- Absolutely lot.

- Yeah.

f*ck off, will you?

Listen, I screwed up the lamb.

But at the end of

service, Gordon and I

will be like peas and

carrots once again.

NARRATOR: It's two and a half

hours into dinner service.

And while Colleen has finally

mastered the spaghetti,

she still has a lot to

learn about risotto.

[music playing]

Look.

Hey.

Yes, chef.

Hey.

Yes, chef.

[music playing]

[coughing]

That's the risotto.

That, quite frankly, is the

worst risotto I've ever tasted

in my entire cooking career.

Why is it so sweet?

Who put sugar in there?

I grabbed this.

I thought that was salt.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

That is sh*t.

Oh my god.

NARRATOR: Back in

the blue kitchen,

the men have stalled

on their entrees.

Mashed potatoes?

f*ck.

What are you doing, Will?

Sorry, chef.

I don't know, and

this is very hot.

We got a cold sizzle.

GORDON RAMSAY: Dear, oh, dear.

Will.

Yes, chef.

You're sh*t.

Yes, chef, I am.

You are so sh*t,

it's unbelievable.

Will, here's your

artichokes and potatoes.

They're seasoned

and ready sir, yeah?

WILL: Thank you.

Are you on the

garnish now, Robert?

I just want to

help him out, chef.

Charlie's on the garnish.

Robert's on the garnish, yeah?

And Will's on Planet Coo-coo.

Will got thrown to the

dogs on the garnish station.

By the time I got around

to help him, it was ugly.

Will, there's not

one cook in the kitchen

that hasn't been on the

garnish with you tonight.

Being on the receiving

end of Chef Ramsay's rant--

oh, yeah, that sort of sucked.

Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

NARRATOR: Three

hours into dinner

service, very few customers

have received their entrees.

And they're beginning

to lose their patience.

GORDON RAMSAY: Garnish please.

What in the f*ck

are you two doing?

Oh, no.

When the customers got up

and started walking out,

I was shocked.

Go-- .

.

just left.

GIOVANNI: My table

got up and left.

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey-- catch.

They've just left.

They've just f*cking left.

GIOVANNI: The rest of the

tables then walked out.

WOMAN: All right, out

of Hell's Kitchen.

Switch it off!

Not good enough.

Come here, all of you.

Come here, all of you, there.

Take a look out there.

Pathetic, absolute

embarrassment, utter crap.

Clear down.

Clear down!

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay's

hope of a dream service

has turned into a nightmare.

And now he faces the difficult

task of picking a winning team.

Seriously, embarrassing.

If you had to sum it up in

terms of a kitchen performance,

both teams are equally weak.

So I'm going to do something

I've never done before.

I'm going to let the

service of the dining room

be the deciding factor

on which team won.

Carol, % of your diners

rated you above average.

Giovanni.

Yes, chef.

% of your customers

thought your performance

was below average.

[music playing]

Crap.

So tonight, clearly the

losing team are the men.

Now get back to the dorm, and

come up with two individuals up

for nomination.

Now f*ck off

[music playing]

We lost.

Having to nominate somebody

is kind of a harsh thing.

But we all came here

knowing that was how it was

gonna go down, so deal with it.

All right, let's get

on with this, boys.

Let's man up here.

It sounds like we've got a

pretty tough decision to make.

Based on worst

performance tonight,

I would say that was Will.

What do you think, Will?

Well, plain and

simple, I f*cked up--

without a doubt.

End of story.

I nominate myself.

Just to nominate yourself

is pretty f*cking bad, bro.

None of us want

to f*cking go home.

I had to nominate myself.

You know, you own up.

You man up to it.

It caught a few

people by surprise.

And I think Seth, you were

my weak point in the prep area.

I mean, I think I

did great tonight.

I really do.

Did you just say

you did great tonight?

- I-- I--

- Sorry, Seth.

You got a lot to learn.

Nothing personal.

Giovanni, what happened?

Oh, shut the f*ck up, man.

I'm no waiter.

That's why I didn't volunteer

to wait on f*cking tables, man.

Dude, I'm asking

you a question.

I don't know what

Giovanni could have said

to my clients that

had % of the people

saying he was below average.

That's the reason why we lost.

That's the person who

should be nominated.

I'm just asking

you what happened.

And I'm telling you to

shut the f*ck up, bro.

I don't know what

chef's deal is.

I gave it all I had.

I gave it %.

I'm not getting kicked

off of being a waiter.

All right, gentlemen,

let's get downstairs.

[music playing]

Gentlemen, have you

reached your decision?

Yes, chef.

Seth, first nominee and why.

Will is the first nominee.

He was on the garnish.

And obviously, it did not go

smoothly for him whatsoever.

The team's second

nominee and why.

- That is myself.

- Why?

You know what?

I don't know.

I mean, obviously they

have their own opinions.

OK.

You're the second nominee.

Yes, sir.

That is not correct, chef.

Seth is the first nominee.

Will would be the

second nominee.

Oh, Jesus.

Here we go.

Ben, how do you

feel about that?

A guy like Seth, he simply

just doesn't give a sh*t

about what we're doing here.

You?

Will's got the heart

that he wants to be here.

And he still wants

to fight for this.

I'm willing to put my confidence

in Will than depend on somebody

that doesn't give

a sh*t about us.

Are you willing to

come up in place of Will?

I'm willing to come

up in place of Will.

[music playing]

But I respect the fact

that Will nominated

himself right from the jump.

So Will nominated himself.

Is he stupid or honest?

I think he's stupid.

No offense at all.

But I mean, I wouldn't

want to nominate myself.

No offense, but you

just called him stupid.

Seth, Will, step

forward, please.

Seth.

Yes, chef.

Why should you stay

in Hell's Kitchen?

You know, these guys

have known me for hours.

And they-- they're

telling me that I don't

have the heart-- bullshit.

I know what you expect.

I went to your restaurant.

I've read your books.

I know who you are.

I'm just asking you to

give me the opportunity

to show you who I am.

And I hope you see that, chef.

Will.

Yes, chef.

Why should you stay

the Hell's Kitchen?

I want to undo the damage

that I've done tonight.

You saw me at my worst.

I want to change that.

Two very oldest pleas,

and my first tough decision.

What are you doing, Will?

Sorry, chef.

I don't know.

You're sh*t.

Yes chef, I am.

[music playing]

Hey, Forrest.

Now you're really

having a laugh, yeah?

Would you get excited to

come and eat that sh*t?

Absolutely not.

The person leaving

Hell's Kitchen is Will.

Give me your jacket.

And leave Hell's Kitchen.

[music playing]

Thank you very much.

WILL: I took a risk

nominating myself.

I f*cked up tonight,

plain and simple.

Striking out the

first time off the bat

is very, very demoralizing.

I feel very humbled right now.

[music playing]

Tonight was bad

from both teams.

Next service, each

and every one of you,

raise your game big-time.

You can do better

than that, can't you?

Yes, chef.

Then do it.

Now piss off to sleep.

It pisses me off.

Because all of us as a

group wanted Seth to go.

I'm still here whether

the team likes it or not.

That restaurant is still mine.

And I don't care what they say.

They can piss off.

For never working on a line,

I think I did pretty damn good.

And anybody that wants to say

otherwise can just kiss my ass.

GORDON RAMSAY: I found it

quite strange that Will didn't

even have the will to succeed.

He clearly didn't belong

in Hell's Kitchen.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: Next time

on "Hell's Kitchen--"

GORDON RAMSAY: Off you go.

NARRATOR: --the chefs put

their bodies on the line.

WOMAN: Oh, god.

NARRATOR: And for one chef--

[screaming]

NARRATOR: --it has consequences.

WOMAN: Hurt really bad.

NARRATOR: Then at

dinner service,

another chef breaks the rules.

You're a thief!

You've got to be

kidding me, dude.

NARRATOR: And

another pushes Chef

Ramsay to the breaking point.

Oh my god, f*cking raw!

He doesn't have to get two

inches away from my face.

Get out!

If I was the chef,

I'd be a little scared.

NARRATOR: When it comes

time to send someone home--

My decision is--

NARRATOR: --you're

guaranteed to see something

you've never seen before--

My god.

NARRATOR: --all on the

next "Hell's Kitchen."

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