All language subtitles for Hells.Kitchen.US.S19E04.ITV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.x264-RTN.

VOICE OVER:
'Previously on Hell's Kitchen...'

Go!
'In a test

'of their attention to detail,

'Chef Ramsay challenged the chefs
to make flawless Caesar salads.'

This is crazy!
We got this, guys.

'While both teams got off
to a good start, led by Adam...'

Good, well done.
'..and Mary Lou...'

Well done.
Ooh-ooh!

'..the men...'
Oh! No, no!

'..hit a few speed bumps
in their delivery,

'and in what they presented
to Chef Ramsay.'

Where's the grated Parmesan?
Let's go! It's dry.

This ain't good.
It's all right, let's go.

My grandma with her walker
could walk faster than that.

'Although it took Syann
a while to get there...'

Delicious, congratulations!

'..she clinched the victory
for the women's team.'

Hell, yeah, baby.
Yes!

'The men took the loss hard,
and Declan and Marc had words.'

Everything I say,
you got to one-up me.

I think he suffers
from Napoleon complex.

'At dinner service...'
Stop.

Hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

'..Cody fumbled on fish.'
The salmon's raw! Come on!

'But with the encouragement
of his teammates...'

Let's go! Hustle, Cody! Urgency!
'..bounced back.'

I got scallops right here.
Chef, heard. Good.

'And the Blue Team
had a successful service.'

Oh, my God.

'In the Red Kitchen,
Fabiola's flatbread...'

Oh, my God. Ladies, I asked
for a gold-medal performance.

It's underdone!
'..and her attitude...'

Who cooked that?
Me. This shit bag.

'..were a problem all night.'

Two New York strip, two salmon.
Eight minutes to the window.

Hold onto that salmon.
The strip's gonna drag.

'Jordan showed
a lack of communication

'as she raced
to get her meat to the pass.'

Unbelievable.

'But neglected to tell
Nikki and Syann what she was doing.'

It's all about you, is it?
No, it is not, Chef.

Start being a team player. I'm done.

'The women lost,
and they nominated...'

Lauren and Nicole.
What?

'Which was a complete shock
to Chef Ramsay.'

I'm not sure what kitchen
you were in tonight,

but you have the wrong two.

'And so he replaced
Lauren and Nicole with...'

Jordan, Fabiola...

Both of you
took your team down tonight.

'In the end it was...'

Fabiola.
'Who had to say goodbye

'to her dream of becoming head chef
at Hell's Kitchen Lake Tahoe.'

'And now,
the continuation of Hell's Kitchen.'

When you feed me BS...

I'm gonna throw it back at you
immediately. Is that clear?

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Get out of here.

ALL: Yes, Chef.

You know what's so funny?

I knew he was gonna
read through that.

I had no real reason for Nikki.

Nicole's only been cooking
in the kitchen for two years,

but that doesn't mean
she should go in for elimination

when she kicked ass tonight.

You got to own it, and we just
got to say, "OK."

I'm not doing that.
You're not doin' that?

No, I don't agree with it.

I've been an exec chef
since I was 25.

If it was me and Nikki
up for elimination,

and Chef sent me home,
I literally would lose my mind.

You don't just throw somebody
into that job.

It's just frustrating
having people around me

who just truly do not believe
that I'm capable of doing

what I know that I know how to do.

You guys don't know me. Like,
you don't know what I have to offer.

You're younger, you haven't managed
a staff that large.

You're stepping into
your first sous chef role.

You're not gonna beat everybody
in the end and get the job.

You don't truly know my experience.

You can't base your entire opinion
off of my resume.

Amber is someone
that's very hard to get along with.

She can be a little bit of a bitch
at times.

She's bringing bad energy,
and she needs to stop.

I honestly just feel like
at this point,

I should just keep my knowledge
and my skills to myself.

'While the chefs try to relax
and unwind...'

Man, I got to say again,
great working with you today.

Always, dude.

'..one chef is struggling,
and seems to be in pain.

My body hasn't felt right
for a couple of days.

You know, I'm sore. I'm cramping.

I'm cramping
in every part of my body.

You gonna make it?

I have a cramp, really bad.
Uh-oh.

I don't know what's going on.

I feel very weak,
I feel very just...

Something's definitely up,
and I don't know what it is.

I know it's getting worse,

because I am cramping here, here,
I'm cramping everywhere.

I'm getting full-body cramps.
I'm getting headaches.

I got light-headed earlier today.
I almost passed out.

All right, uh,
we should get you to the hospital.

The only thing going through my mind
right now is my kids.

I'm cooking with one of my idols,
Chef Ramsay.

Even though this is a dream
that I've wanted for so long...

You know, I'm just trying
to really stay focused

on my own overall health
and my children.

I hope he comes back, man.
Yeah, me too.

'Drew's return is uncertain,

'and the Blue Team is forced to
start their day one member short.'

Shh!

MUSIC: 'Bridal Chorus'
by Wagner

Aw!

This is gonna be a wedding?
MUSIC FIZZLES OUT

MUSIC STARTS AGAIN

Here we are.

Dear friends and family,
we're gathered here today

to witness and celebrate
one of life's greatest moments,

the joining of Thomas and Tabitha
in marriage.

My wife Lisa's everything.
I met her when I was 13.

I miss her so much right now.

Place the ring
on Tabitha's left hand.

This is my reminder.

I'm doing this
for my wife and my kids.

I am proud to say
you are husband and wife.

You may now kiss your groom.

CHEERING

Congratulations.

MUSIC: 'Wedding March'
by Mendelssohn

Chefs, as you know,

Vegas is the wedding capital of the
world.

There are over 300 weddings
performed every day in this city.

Wow.
What?

I've decided today,

to open the doors of Hell's Kitchen
this morning

for couples
celebrating their big day.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

That's a lot of love.

Not just one wedding is happening,
30 weddings are happening.

People are just coming in
costumes, medieval dancer, cowboy.

That is quite the commitment.

You look amazing. We good?
Please, take a seat.

APPLAUSE

Now, chefs, after the last marriage
is performed,

we'll be serving them
a delicious reception brunch.

ALL: Yes, Chef.

Now, Blue Team, as you know, Drew
is a little bit under the weather.

He's still in the hospital,

but the weddings and Hell's Kitchen
will go on.

ALL: Yes, Chef.

Once your kitchen has completed,

and served all our amazing guests
this morning,

the first team to put on their
cake topper, wins the challenge.

ALL: Yes, Chef.
You'll have 30 minutes to prepare

for this incredible wedding brunch.

Couples,
are you ready to get married?

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Excellent.

You all look amazing, by the way.

Your time starts... now. Let's go!

I'm on the toast.
We need to figure who's doing what.

'The chefs' teamwork and
communication will be tested.'

Someone needs to get
the stand mixer going.

'As both teams will race to serve
a reception brunch

'for 30 newly wedded couples.'

CELEBRANT: 'Mr and Mrs Rosenberg.'
APPLAUSE

Let's go.
This is brunch now, right?

Let's go.
Who's got powdered sugar?

It's over here.
You may now kiss your bride.

CHEERING
Commit to her right now.

Is the toast nice and toasty,
girls?

Yeah, we're getting there right now.

'Through joy and sorrow...'
Avocado in there. Seasoned and done?

Yeah, the avocado's right here, man.

You may now kiss your bride.

One minute from now, we start.
Yes, Chef! Heard.

'On today's menu,
every table will receive

'a platter of avocado toast
and fresh mimosas.'

Now, hold each other's hands,
look into each other's eyes.

'For the entrees, the couples will
have a choice of steak and eggs,

'eggs Benedict,
or buttermilk waffles.'

OK, let's go!

All the weddings have happened.
Yes, Chef!

First ticket's in,
six avocado on the pass.

Heard! Six avocado, heard.
Let's go.

We so got this, dude. Whoo!

OK, gentlemen, first tickets in.
Six covers, yes?

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Table five, six toasts.

Heard, Chef. All right.

Don't forget the mimosas!

Mimosas, I got them set.
There's not much to it.

Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy!

Mix the orange juice up first.

Shake the carafe,
mix the orange juice up first, yes?

Yes, Chef.

You're literally pouring champagne
from one vessel to another,

and then pouring orange juice
in the carafe. Like, I don't get it.

Not a good start for us.

We shouldn't be waiting
for this stuff. I need mimosa!

Good, let's go. Table four.

'With the Blue Team
finally sending out their mimosas

'and avocado toast...'

Don't smear it on my face.

'..The Red Team
is working on an order of...'

One waffle, three Benedict,
two steak.

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Thank you, let's go!

I'm on the pass,
and that's the lead of the kitchen.

That is the heart,
that is the voice,

and I feel comfortable up there.
All right, how long on...

How long on...

How long on one waffle,
three Benedict, two steak?

I got one waffle ready.
Are you ready? Uh...

We got two steaks ready.
We're resting on steaks. Kori!

I can use two minutes.
Jordan is strong,

but she gets a little flustered when
it comes more than multiple things.

Ladies, I'm walking my waffle.
JORDAN: Um...

Jordan, are you ready?
I'm plating the, plate, um...

The pressure is immense.

The last thing you want to do
is fuck up somebody's wedding day!

After you do compote, walk with it.
I know I can do this.

Bring 'em to me when they're ready.
Two Benedict, three steak. Let's go.

Very nice. Go, John, please. Yes?

'With Jordan finally
finding her stride,

'the happy couples are
falling in love with their entrees.'

Mmm.
Isn't it good? Mm-hmm.

'The teams are neck-and-neck.'

You girls are doing
fucking fantastic over there.

Keep it up, keep it up!
'With the Blue Team firing.'

Two Benedict, three steak,
one waffle, yes? Yes, Chef.

Three minutes to window, yes?
Yes, Chef.

Come on, come on.
I feel really confident

going into this challenge,
I know I can handle it.

I know that I can make a mean steak.
Let's go, let's go. Steak!

Three steak, yes?
Three steak, Chef.

No, no, no, stop, stop.
These are raw.

Stop.

Hey, Blue Team. I'm gonna give you
some strong advice.

The steaks are raw.
The steak is blue.

Dude, what the hell is the problem?

That is fucking undercooked.
Yes, Chef.

I need medium, fucking rare, OK?
Yes, Chef.

But it's a bit of a shit show
right now, cos no one's focused.

Get them back on the fucking grill.
On the grill.

You're good on those steaks?
How long do we need?

One minute.
One minute, thank you. Eggs on.

Red Team, let's go.
Two waffle, two Benedict, two steak.

ALL: Yes, Chef.

Knowing that I'm serving
all of these married couples

their first meal, is very daunting.

Three steaks walking up right now,
Chef.

I want them to be like,
"I had a phenomenal time.

"This was a great start
to my marriage.

"Baby, I love you,
we're gonna be together forever."

Mwah, mwah, mwah.

Good, nicely grilled.
Thank you, Chef. Good.

Beautiful colour, bloody hell.
Oh, my Lord.

Oh, my gosh, I killed it
on those fucking steaks!

I feel phenomenal!

Mary Lou, how you doing?
Oh, we're great!

We're good? Steaks are up?
Yeah.

Where's the eggs?
Um... Where's the garnish?

Garnish on the plate, Chef.
Eggs, where's the eggs?

Eggs!

In the pizza oven, pizza oven,
pizza oven, pizza oven.

Come on, let's go! Eggs, please!

I'm working the egg station
with Kori,

and there's a lot of pressure,

because the majority of every dish
coming out of the kitchen right now,

has an egg on it, in some capacity.

We have to drop egg after egg
after egg.

Where's the eggs for steak?
Done, Chef! Take it!

Get them to me, then,
if they're done!

Yes, Chef.
Jesus Christ. Come on!

Hot pan, careful!
Christina, send that table, please.

Yes, Chef, yes, Chef.

'As the Red Team
finally unites the couples

'with their perfect match
of steak and eggs,

'the Blue Team
is still waiting at the altar

'for Josh's refire of steak.'

When they said till death, they
didn't say starve to death. Come on!

Our steak is ready to go.

Are they grilled on both sides?
Yes.

Thank you. Holy shit.

Come on, Blue Team.
What is this guy doing?

Hey, look at me.
Yes, Chef.

It's medium-well.

Enough's enough! Come on!
ALL: Yes, Chef.

Right away, Josh.
Come on, man, I saw that.

The biggest problem
in this challenge right now

is steaks coming back.

Either over, under, boiled.

I think Josh did every cooking
technique you could to a steak,

except for the one
that Chef Ramsay's looking for.

Go ahead. Go for it, go for it.

I don't know
what's going on in my head.

I'm gonna lose it
if I get it sent back again.

Holy fuck. Hey, Blue Team!

Oh, man. Fuckin' hell.

'In today's speed wedding challenge,
both the Red Team...'

Sauce it and walk it.
'..and the Blue Team...'

Come on, gents, let's get it going.

'..are racing to feed a dining room
packed with hungry newlyweds.'

Cheers!
Forever and ever!

'And Josh is hoping
that third time's the charm

'for his refired steak.'
All right, go for it, go for it.

I don't know what's going on
in my head.

I'm gonna fucking lose it
if I get it sent back again.

Holy fuck. Hey, Blue Team!

Oh, man. Fuckin' hell.

Nicely cooked, Josh.
Thank you, Chef. Go, please.

'With Chef Ramsay finally sending
Josh's steaks down the aisle...'

It's fantastic.

'Both teams are now quickly serving
the blissful couples.'

Bounce back, that's what we do!
Up in the window. Go, please, John.

'And it's now a race to the finish.'

This is the last table, ladies!

Three Benedict, two steak,
one waffle, yes?

ALL: Yes, Chef.

How long, how long, how long,
how long? I'm plating waffles now.

Come on gents, last table.
All the way to the end!

Yes, Chef.
Where are the Benedict?

Five seconds on the pass, Chef!

It's out there happening.
Keep plating.

Get this finished.
Get it up to the pass.

We're almost there. Let's go.

He's got it.
He's got it in his hand.

Touch that egg.
It's over-poached.

Fucking hardboiled egg.
I'm not gonna fucking serve it.

Declan! Hardboiled egg
ain't gonna work, man.

Do one more.
Shit!

This is supposed to be a wonderful,
special brunch for newlyweds.

And we're giving them
overcooked eggs.

We're talking basics here.
Refire Benedict, come on!

Yes, Chef.

I got the last waffle, guys.
Look out, waffle!

I need the waffle.
Waffle!

I need the waffle, go, go! Go, go!

Go, go, go, go!
Cake topper.

Well done! Well done.

Thank you, Chef.
Oh, my God.

Blue Team, why does that
have to be so difficult?

Doesn't, Chef.
That was a simple wedding brunch

that you managed to screw up
royally. Clear down.

That was a shit show. I don't care
what you say or what I hear,

I'm taking lead of this kitchen
for all services.

You can't cook an egg.
I can. Cooked every fucking egg.

Yeah, hardboiled.
Handle yourself.

Call a ticket.
We're in the dining room,

represent ourselves.

What are you talking about?
No, you listen to me, dude.

We're not arguing.
You can kiss my ass, dude.

We're in the dining room.
We are in the dining room.

Both stop right now.
Both of you, stop.

That's hot-headed.
Both of you stop now. Shh, shh!

Ladies, well done. Great job.
ALL: Thank you, Chef.

Our official travel partners,
Allegiant, are standing by

to whisk you off and take you
to beautiful...

Lake Tahoe.
CHEERING

Home of this year's
prize restaurant.

Thank you, Chef!

First, you're gonna take
a majestic snowmobile ride

all over the mountains.

So cool!
It is beautiful!

In addition
to the awesome snowmobile rides,

a night full of fun and surprises

at Harrah's Lake Tahoe Hotel
& Casino.

THEY CHEER

What are you still doing here?
Come on, get out of here!

Thank you, Chef! Good luck, boys!
Have a good flight. Enjoy!

Whoo-hoo-hoo, yeah!

Blue Team, the punishment
is not gonna be a piece of cake.

It'll actually be 600 cupcakes.

Fuck me.

As a wedding present
for all our amazing guests today,

all made from scratch.

You guys panic.
There's no composure.

I'm looking for a leader.
Yes, Chef.

Now fuck off.
Yes, Chef.

Chef Ramsay wants a leader?
I'm a natural leader.

Hey, you want to talk, just me
and you for a second, you and I?

And there's no way that
I'm taking a back seat to anybody.

All right, shoot.

I'm just letting you know that I'm
not the person who's gonna ever say,

"Yes, Declan, I'm gonna stand behind
you." Or take command from you,

ain't gonna happen. I'm here to win.

I don't look up to you. I don't.
I look at you.

All I'm hearing is,
"Blah, blah, blah, blah.

"I am here to win, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah."

You barkin' at me
is like a little Chihuahua

barkin' at a big grizzly bear.
Sit down.

You're up in my face.
I'm sitting down, you're like that.

So, that's twice
you've disrespected me.

Come at me again, and you're gonna
see the knuckle sandwich.

Hey, you got to stop smoking.
You're gonna get emphysema.

Bye, boys, have a good night!
Bye!

Hot tub, cocktails!

JORDAN: All right!
Let's go to Tahoe!

Who wants to go snowmobiling?
CHEERING

All right.

These things go pretty fast.

I'm revvin' up!
Ah, it's so exciting!

I should go buy a motorcycle.

I feel like I can
take on anything right now.

Yeah.

The sunset going up the hill,
it's so beautiful,

as it was, you know,
night was coming in.

It was nature's finest art.

All you can really do
is just be in awe.

Holy shit. That's sick!

Oh, my God!

Whoo!
Sorry, boys.

Alternate flour and buttermilk.

We have 12 pans working as we speak.
Oh, my God.

I just wish we had unlimited
cupcake trays.

I hate baking, I hate pastry.

I don't want anything to do
with making 600 fucking cupcakes.

Hey, Josh, look at your cupcakes,
man.

Fuck me!

Dude, that's so annoying.
So overmixing 'em did that to 'em?

How much do we have to redo?

We can't use any of 'em. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Josh...

This is now entering
unforgivable territory right now.

Here we go again.

Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my goodness!

Congratulations, Red Team!

Welcome to Harrah's and Harveys,
Lake Tahoe!

I've never been in a suite in my
entire life! I feel fancy as hell!

I'm so lost for words. Sorry,
Grandma, for all my cussing,

but we are some bad bitches.

ALL: Red Team, Red Team, Red Team,
Red Team!

This reward has been
a great bonding moment.

Our girl group, the Red Team,

we have a little bit of what we're
calling a sister-mance going on.

We've definitely clicked.
She already drank all of her champs!

Got more champagne? Yeah!

There's no rule book on how fast
you're allowed to drink champagne.

Mary likes champagne. Guys, do you
feel sorry for the Blue Team?

ALL: Not sorry!
Have fun making cupcakes!

600 cupcakes? 600?

I didn't think it was gonna be
this hard.

So fucking sick
of working with sugar.

We're almost done, so don't rush it
and fuck it up at the end?

I'm not rushing,
I been working the whole time.

You said you want to get it done,
so calm down.

I'm just saying, I want to get this
done, I'm sick of batters.

Eight hours into the cupcakes,
and everyone's irritated.

People might start swinging.
Let's finish it, and we'll be good.

And then
we can be all buddies again.

Wait, wait, wait.
Why did you go pearls on the purple?

Cos there's pearls on the purple.
They're floating on top.

No pearls on the purple.
Yes, there were.

No, there wasn't.
There's no pearls on the purple!

That was a mistake! Dog!

There's no pearls on the purple,
only the pink.

The purples were done.
They've been done.

Declan's gonna flip.

'The Blue Team
is 12 hours into baking,

'and after a bad morning
during the speed breakfast,

'Josh has made a huge mistake
with the cupcakes.'

There's no pearls on the purples,
only the pink.

The purples were done.
They've been done.

Declan's gonna flip.

Declan, I fucked up.
What?

I put pearls on the purple.
No, no!

It's no fucking pearls on it, dude!

Oh, man, doughnut.

Right now, I'm thinking
Josh is a liability, for sure.

The road to hell
is paved with good intentions.

'It's a new day in Hell's Kitchen,

'and with the ladies
back from Tahoe...'

Welcome back to hell, everybody.

'..and the baking done...'

This is so many cupcakes.
Let's go, ladies.

..'both teams begin prep
for tonight's dinner service.'

Right, going into this strong,
gentlemen, yeah? Yes, Chef.

All sweet, all cool.
Hey, Sy? Yes.

Can you keep eyes
on those sauce pots there,

just make sure they don't scorch,
let me know? Heard.

Hot pan, coming around.

How we looking, gents?
Are we getting set up? Yes, Chef.

Like bold fires when we get in here.

Want to grab proteins
and score proteins?

I'll start grabbing sauces.
OK.

Josh, let's go, yes?
Yes, Chef.

I want to hear you tonight, yes?
Yes, Chef.

No fucking around, please.
No fucking around. Heard, Chef.

No, no fucking around, no.

Flawless, flawless.

I got this, babe.
Scream.

I'm gonna be loud tonight.

Ladies, line up, please.
Yes, Chef.

Gentlemen, line up, please.

Now, a quick update on Drew.
Unfortunately, he's not 100%.

And, therefore, he will not be
returning to the competition.

Oh, that's not good.
Fuck.

I feel like the Blue Team is, like,
diminishing right before my eyes.

Kenneth, Elliot, Drew,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

I can't even keep count right now.

We have one, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight in red.

Six in the blue.

So, ladies, I've decided
to shake things up

and have a member on the Red Team
to join the Blue Team.

Please let it be somebody good.

This sexy, fine feline
on the other team, Mary Lou, oh!

Syann, yeah, you know it, girl!
Mm-hm!

Kori, I left my mum a few
years ago, I don't need another mum.

Lauren, with you,
I'd sleep with one eye open.

Amber, you are going
to the Blue Team, young lady.

What's that, Chef?
What? Really?

Come and stand in front of Declan,
please. Yes, Chef.

Ladies, say good-bye to Amber.
See you later, Amber. Bye, Amber.

We still love you.

I've been working really hard

to get things in line
on the Red Team,

and to get taken away from it,
kind of sucks.

Get set up. We're opening
in minutes from now, yes? Yes, Chef.

Let's go, guys.

But being a great chef
is all about adapting,

and so I'm going to show Chef Ramsay
how I'm adaptable.

I don't want to talk about it.
OK.

Right behind you.
Sharp knives behind.

Amber, welcome to the Blue Team,
yes? I want to hear your voice.

Yes, Chef. Declan, do you mind
if I move a couple things?

No, don't move anything. We've got
it set up the way we want it.

Yeah.
Perfect.

Are you OK?

This is not how I want this set.
I can't work like this.

No, come on. We're a team now.
This is not, like...

Amber, we got you. Don't worry.
Whatever you need.

I can just cook meat, pass it over.
That's fine.

That's all you got to do.

Yeah, that's fine.
We're all a team now.

What's wrong? It's OK.

What's gonna make you feel better?
Nothing, I just...

It's a lot,
just to switch like that.

What the fuck?
We won the last dinner service.

Gentlemen, are we good?
Yes, Chef! Good.

Marino!
Si, Chef?

Open Hell's Kitchen, please.
Let's go. Subito.

'Once again,
Hell's Kitchen is completely booked

'with lively diners...'
It's beautiful in here.

'..who've come in search
of an unforgettable evening.'

I can't believe we're seeing Gordon
and everyone here right now.

Dining room's filling up, boys.
Let's fucking go, all right?

All right, ladies,
let's take it home.

'Along with hungry guests...'

Hi. Welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
Thank you so much.

Here you are.
Let's do the truffle carbonara.

'..and a motley crew of VIPs.

'Chef Ramsay has extended
an invitation

'to Christina's girlfriend
and her family,

'to eat at the Chef's Table
in the Red Kitchen.

Cheers!
What a nice night.

To Las Vegas!
Yeah!

I'm excited for Vegas.
Yeah.

'And Jason's wife and best friends
to dine in the blue.'

I can't believe we're really here.
I know, right?

Let's go, guys. On order, two covers
table 21, two covers table three.

Two scallops, one risotto.
Yes, Chef.

Four minutes on risotto!
Peter, four minutes out, OK?

Peter, stop.
Those pans aren't hot enough.

Peter, don't take it off the heat.

He wants to have a little bit of
colour on both sides, and that's it.

Everyone's talking to me,
giving me tips and advice,

And I'm like, "Wait a minute,
I know how to fucking cook, bro!"

You good over here? Nice.

I've cooked, like, a
million scallops in my life, bro.

Give me the scallops!
I need to plate! Marc is there!

Come on, Peter, please!
Yes, Chef.

What's wrong?

I think those things are not cooked,
the scallops.

Then why'd you give them
over to him?

He thinks he's gonna call for them
back. No, why?

Stop! They look shit.

Just touch them.
They're fucking overcooked.

What can I say, man?
You can't win every day, man.

You can't be a winner every day,
but I'm gonna turn this around.

I want those out in one minute.
One minute, heard.

'As the Blue Team struggles
to deliver their first order,

'over in the Red Kitchen...'
Let's go, ladies.

'The women are hoping
for a smoother start.'

One flatbread, two risotto.
Heard! Yes, Chef.

Flatbread's part of you.
Have it built, ready to go,

and I'll tell you when to fire.

I've made my share of flatbread
before,

I get my dough rolled out,
I get my sauce on there,

I get my cheese, I get my meat.

And I just made my stomach growl.
That sound really, really good.

So we're six minutes to the window.

Two risotto, one flatbread, yes?
Yes, Chef.

So she's burnt the flatbread.

Pull it now, pull it now.

Whoa. Trash it. Fire another one!

Me and Jordan are trying
to get our groove back, like Stella.

Fire now.

Mess up on that one,
but we're gonna bounce back.

Just watch it and turn it.

Sy!
I don't know what the problem is.

Then fire another one, Chef.
Fire another one.

Talk to someone, pray to Jesus,
pray to the fire gods,

whatever you got to do,
but you got to figure shit out!

Is the risotto ready?
Yes, Chef.

Is the lobster ready?
30 seconds, Chef.

Is the flatbread ready?
No, Chef.

Don't stop! Please, come on!
No, Chef. I had to start over.

Holy fuck.

Red Team, this is our third
flatbread on our first table.

What is happening? No answer.

Are you trying to screw your team?

'It's 45 minutes
into dinner service,

'and Syann's flatbread pizza
is flatlining...'

Whoa. Trash it.

This is our third flatbread
on our first table.

'..prompting Chef Ramsay to ask...'

Are you trying to screw your team?

Sorry, Chef.

Amber's gone, this is what happens?
No, Chef. No, Chef.

So come on, then.
Yes, Chef. Let's go.

Oh, my Lord.

Watch that. Watch all that.
Give me that.

Come on, Sy. I'm about to not
let you make flatbreads ever again.

No, no, basil's at the end.
Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Fuck my life.
OK, here I go.

Seriously, how many chefs does it
take to make a fucking flatbread?

Ricotta's what goes in.
It's at the end. It's at the end.

No, ricotta goes in now.

Ricotta's at the end, at the end.
You sure?

Apparently, several.
Wait, you're missing something.

What?
No big deal.

Golly. Ugh. Flatbread's walking.

'After it took a team effort
to get the flatbread right...'

Service, please.

'..the Red Team has finally
sent their first appetisers.'

OK.

'But now are quickly pushing food
out to the dining room.'

Here's the risotto for you.
Thank you.

Wow, wow, wow.
That looks really good.

'The Blue Team is also in a groove.'

Thank you. Let's go.
Now we're talking.

What do you get?
Scallops.

Can't wait!
It smells good. Do we have ranch?

'And now both teams
are moving on to entrees.'

Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.

On order, Chef's Table,
Chef Jason's family...

VIP, boys.

He just butts over me.

I don't know what it is, but you got
a big mouth for a small guy,

cos I'm fucking pissed.
When I call out an order,

everyone should be
listening and cooking. That's it.

I'm sorry, Chef.
Why are you shouting over me?

What's more important
than Jason's family?

Yes, Chef.
What's more important?

Jason's family, Chef, absolutely.
I apologise. I understand.

The big man Marc,
you're all talk, as usual.

You shouldn't be a chef.

You should be a spokesman,
a politician, or a car salesman.

CAR HORN HONKS
Be careful when you open your mouth.

Entree, one halibut,
one New York strip, one chicken.

Yes, Chef.
Peter, pan on, fire...

Yeah, I'm on it.
Halibut.

I want my food!

'While the Blue Team tries
to keep their head in the game

'for the Chef's Table...'

Marc, Marc, just calm down.
OK.

Hello.

'..the Red Team is about to serve
a special guest of their own.'

VIP, Marino's family.
Entree, one lamb, one salmon. Heard?

Yes, Chef.
Let's go.

Appetisers are off to a shit start.

I'm hoping the entrees
pick up a bit, yes? Yes, Chef.

I know this is something we can fix,
bounce back from.

I can cook anything
you put in front of me,

snapping turtle, squirrel, rabbit.
The list is endless.

Listen, I've got this.

Walking salmon behind you,
behind you, behind you. Coming in.

Oh, fuck me. Unbelievable.

OK, ladies, come here
and touch that underneath.

Touch it, ladies.

The salmon's fucked.

It's definitely embarrassing
letting Marino's family down,

because, like, what the fuck
has Marino ever done to me?

Come on, girls. Jesus Christ.

All right, two more salmon.
Start right now. Set it up.

I have no idea why Brittani
is struggling so much.

Take a breath.

So, I feel like that's where
my support's needed.

We got salt on those?
Next time, both sides...

Salt before, OK.
Both sides, OK?

You're supposed to be on meat
with Kori.

Yes, I'm just trying to give
Brittani some support.

Some support.
Does she need any more support?

She may.
Holy fuck.

This is painful.

I am so fucking sorry. God damn.
Don't be sorry, man, learning curve.

But you know what? After tonight,

who's gonna know how to cook fish?
This bitch!

Chef Jason's family, how long?

Right now, Chef, I'm on the pass
in two minutes.

This is Chef Jason's table.
Come on, gents.

Nobody let this table falter,
nobody.

Get your garnishes ready. Be ready.
When you're ready, I'm ready.

OK.
OK? You got it.

When you put on the pass,
tell me you're ready,

and I'll bring the meat up.
We'll be ready, OK.

We're getting this table out
exactly right.

I'm gonna punch my way through this
if I have to.

Walking to the pass now, Chef.
Thanks.

Declan, meat's undercooked.

Oh, no!
Big boy's going down.

Come on. It's fucking bright white.
And it's rare.

Get it in a hot pan now.

Declan, you want to self-proclaim
yourself the leader

to the entire team,
and then not be able to cook?

That makes me chuckle.

Where are we now?
Fish is ready to go, right?

Hold on a minute.
The halibut's not in.

Not in, Chef.
Chef, I told him to put it in.

Did we not have a discussion?
Peter, pan on, fire...

Yeah, I'm on.
Halibut.

Oh, my God. Enough's enough!

'It's over an hour and a half
into dinner service...'

Hold on a minute.
The halibut's not in.

'..and Chef Ramsay
has made an unfortunate discovery

'about the Chef's Table's
fish entree.'

I said put the pan down,
put the halibut on.

Oh, fucking hell.
Come on, Peter.

Oh, my God. Enough's enough!

I'm done. I'm getting so fucked off,
it's ridiculous!

And I'm fucking minutes away
from kicking you all out.

One mistake on that table,
and it's fucking game over.

Good night.
Yes, Chef.

Six minutes, I'm good.

'With the Blue Team refiring
their VIP order,

'the Red Kitchen is...'
Walking salmon.

Go on, then. Salmon's cooked
beautifully. Let's go.

'Brittani has now recovered
on the fish station.'

The skin is crispy. It's tasty.

'And now the Red Team
is moving on to...'

Chef's Table VIPs, yes?
Christina's girlfriend. Yes, Chef.

One salmon, one Wellington,
one New York strip, one lamb.

Heard, Chef.
Heard. Yes, Chef. Thank you.

Remember again
who we're cooking for, guys.

If it's not perfect,
it doesn't fucking go. Heard.

We absolutely cannot
let Chef Christina down on this one,

and we absolutely will not,
not a possibility.

Lamb, New York strip,
how long, please?

Coming in. Coming in. Coming in.

Ladies, stop. All of you, come here.

I'm trying to think positive.
I'm trying to stay confident.

I'm trying to breathe
as much as I can.

What is happening?
Raw fucking beef.

Get out!
Come away with two individuals

that don't belong here.
Sorry, Chef.

Get out.

To know that it was your dish
that broke that camel,

it's not a proud moment
I have right now.

We all fucked up today,
me, Britt, Kori.

OK, but apps is what,
from the beginning,

we had such a cluster-fuck
with that. It's what...

kind of kept us under water.

And it just kind of snowballed
from there.

So that's the problem.

The first flatbread did, but, Kori,
you had the raw meat.

I know I dropped the ball today.

However, I don't think I'm
the weakest chef on the Red Team.

I know, Brittani,
you messed up on fish,

and, you know,
Nikki was helping the entire time.

And that distracted me.
Yeah, of course.

After you guys taught me
how to do the salmon, I was fine.

One bad knot
doesn't make a bad chef.

I didn't get upset. I fucked it up,
I'm gonna do it again.

I'm determined and I want to stay.
I want to keep learning.

Honestly, I have no idea
who's gonna go home tonight.

At this point, it's anyone's game.
It could be Sy. It could be Kori.

It could be Britt. I really have
no idea what to expect.

Oh, man!

'With the Red Team
out of the kitchen...'

Come on, guys. We got this.
Let's crush this out.

We got a halibut coming out.

'..the Blue Team try to finish
service on a positive note.'

Walking to the pass now, Chef.

Guys, we need to nail
this one ticket.

Once this one ticket is nailed...
Chicken's sliced.

We are gonna go home, like,
with a fucking mildly solid service.

Ooh-la-la.
Nicely cooked, the New York strip.

Let's pull those out.
Right now, Chef!

Is the fish coming,
or do I have to ask?

Yes, Chef, he's walking.
Walk it. Walk it. Walk it.

Go, go, go, go, go.
Behind, behind.

There.

All of you, set down here.

That's the last piece of halibut
there.

That's what I've just been given.

Just fucking look at...
Look at the black shit on there.

I'm fucking done. Get out!

Get fucking out of here. Get out.

And, Blue Team,
come up with two

individuals that need to leave
quickly. Yes, Chef.

Bullshit.
I'm just lost for words.

I get so frustrated, because
I'm so passionate about food.

I can't believe this.

You guys got kicked out?

Don't talk to me for a while.
Yes, sir.

Listen, man...
Dude, stay the fuck away from me.

Stay away from me.
I don't want to argue.

We're stronger together.
That's all I'm saying.

Dude, shut the fuck up.
Stay away from me.

Marc.
Just don't provoke him.

I feel like we're just
classy English ladies having tea,

the Red Team is talking, and then
all of these hoodlums just show up.

We're stronger together.
That's all I'm saying.

Well, then fucking lead, follow,
or fuck off!

Oh, I hate the Blue Team.

They're just, like,
shouting and yelling,

and I don't know what the Blue Team
is gonna do. It's a mess.

Peter, you weren't speaking,
you said you couldn't hear,

I don't know if you're normally
more vocal,

but I need you to talk and cook
at the same time.

But did you see how many people
were talking at the same time to me?

If we're gonna talk about what
fucked up service, Peter went down.

But that doesn't fuck up service
to me.

What fucks up service to me, is when
we stop having each other's backs.

My two up for elimination,
Declan and Marc,

cos youse two
are never gonna get along.

This team will never gel together
again.

It literally felt like
a big dick competition.

That's not what I'm into.

When we went out yesterday and that
was squashed and behind us...

That shit wasn't squashed.

It was not squashed.
No, I know, right, but...

There's two big bulls
in this room right now,

and they're clashing at the head.

I just don't know how it fucking
works with both of you here.

Right now is the time where you
should all be getting better,

finding your stride,
not taking a step back.

Lauren, Red Team's
first nomination and why?

First nomination tonight, Chef,
is Brittani.

She fell short on the fish station,
which screwed things up.

Red Team's second nomination
and why?

Second nomination is for...

Sy.
Sy.

She fell short on apps.
That's true.

Josh, first nominee and why?

We are nominating Marc.

Really just stopped communicating
halfway through.

And Blue Team's second nomination.

The team has decided
we are nominating...

Peter.

Sy, Brittani, Peter, and Marc,
step forward.

Marc.
Yes, Chef.

Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?

I'm here to win. I'm here to go the
distance, Chef. I can cook.

I did what I could to
communicate with Peter and help,

but that station
was a disaster tonight.

Cody, why are you shaking your head?
It's important to admit your faults.

And all I'm hearing right now
is finger pointing.

Peter.
Yes, Chef.

Tonight wasn't your night.
Absolutely not, Chef.

Why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?

Based on today's performance,
I didn't find that rhythm at all.

You need to find that rhythm.

I was, like, juggling those pans,
like...

Like I was doing capoeira
or some shit.

But at the same time,
I know how to cook.

Brittani, why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?

I'm determined, Chef. I have no idea
what I'm doing on the fish station,

and I'm not afraid to admit that,
but I will not give up.

Sy, why should you stay
in Hell's Kitchen?

I'm a fighter, I have a great
palate, and I can cook fish.

Oh, you four.

The person leaving Hell's Kitchen
is...

Brittani.

I've seen the determination,
but it's just not coming together.

You should be a lot better
on the third service.

Yes, Chef.
Give me your jacket, please. Thanks.

Thank you, Chef.
Good night.

I was hoping to bring
a little bit more to the table,

and I fell short.
It's heartbreaking.

The whole experience
I'm gonna take back with me.

You learn more from failing
than you do from winning.

If I can get some fresh fish
in Kentucky,

then I'm gonna practice it
every day.

My family is gonna
be tired of eating fish.

Red Team, you want success, right?
Yes, Chef.

Blue Team, you want success, yes?
Yes, Chef.

Nobody wants it more than me.
Now get out of here.

It's definitely hard
to see Brittani go home.

However, it needed to be done.

I'm still meant to be here.

I don't plan on going home
anytime soon.

I am a warrior,
and I never, ever, ever give up.

Marc, you're just a joke.
You got to go.

If we were at war,
I wouldn't have you on my team.

You'd probably
put me in front of you

just to dodge yourself
from a bullet.

Being put up tonight for elimination
was absolutely ridiculous.

Blue Team, I'm here to the very end.

And, you know,
they got to deal with me.

Brittani floundered
on the fish station

and sank her team,

which left me with one option -
cut bait.

'Next time on Hell's Kitchen...'

I'm a fighter.
You're fighting against your team.

I'm pissed cos of character.

'The Marc madness...'

If you want to force this,
that's fine.

I'm not forcing shit. I'm wondering
if I need to worry about you.

Worry about me in what respect?
Do I got to worry about you?

Clearly I do.
Bitch! Ooh!

'..escalates to hysteria.'

SHE SNIFFS
Please stop talking to me.

'Sending shock waves
through Hell's Kitchen.'

Marc, I'm gonna fucking
kick his ass.

I'm sorry.
'Will Chef Ramsay

'be able to weather the storm?'
Sorry.

No, no, no tears, no.

'Or will one chef...'

Have you got the qualities
to become a head chef at Lake Tahoe?

'..do the unthinkable?'
I don't...

'It's all next time...'
Huh?

'..on a shocking episode
of Hell's Kitchen.'

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