Hell’s Kitchen Season 14 – Ep. 1 | Sky-High Drama and Signature Dish Disasters | Full Episode

The chefs’ journey begins with a thrilling rooftop leap and quickly spirals into culinary chaos. As tensions flare and egos clash, who will soar and who will crash in the Hell’s Kitchen season 14 premiere?

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NARRATOR: Over the past 13 seasons, Hell’s Kitchen has evolved into more than just a restaurant. So good. NARRATOR: It’s become an institution of higher learning– WOMAN: Rule number one– always turn the stove on before you start cooking. NARRATOR: –that’s seen its share of wannabe jocks, class clowns– [whistling] You want to see crazy? This is fucking crazy. I like-a the women. NARRATOR: –and of course, bullies. You better get out of my face. Shut the fuck up. Let’s go step outside! NARRATOR: Presiding over these hallowed halls– GORDON RAMSAY: Get out! NARRATOR: –is one of the most legendary headmasters in culinary history, Chef Gordon Ramsay. There you go. Lovely. NARRATOR: Many students have tried to follow the curriculum. GORDON RAMSAY: They won’t stick. That’s why it’s called nonstick! Stand back! NARRATOR: But only a select few have graduated with honors. GORDON RAMSAY: Ladies and gentlemen, your Hell’s Kitchen winner, Natasha. NARRATOR: And now, school is back in session. Here I go again. NARRATOR: But for the first time in his storied tenure– I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where to fucking go. NARRATOR: –Chef Ramsay faces an incoming class– I’ll look him right in the eyes. I’m not scared of Chef Ramsay. NARRATOR: –more passionate– I want a cigarette and a W. Really? Can you provide me with that? You second-guessed me. – What the fuck? – And you can’t even burn? You’re not a chef. Stop fucking talking over me. You don’t have the balls to take up. NARRATOR: –and more emotional– Why you gotta do this to me? NARRATOR: –than he has ever encountered before. You OK? I really have to figure this shit out. NARRATOR: But the dramatic lows– [sirens] GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, what a nightmare. This is fucking insane. What in the fuck? Disgusting. That Get out. Get out. Get out! Oh my god! In 14 seasons of Hell’s Kitchen, I have never set foot in these doors. NARRATOR: –are topped only by the thrilling highs– [screaming] Ha-ha, wow. NARRATOR: –in the most exhilarating– Cheers! [screaming] So fun. NARRATOR: –heart-pounding– Oh my god. Oh my god, there was just blood everywhere. NARRATOR: –wildly entertaining season of "Hell’s Kitchen" yet. I’m done with you. I’m done with you, and I’m done with him. NARRATOR: So don’t be tardy– GORDON RAMSAY: Hurry up! NARRATOR: –because when the bell rings– GORDON RAMSAY: Move! NARRATOR: –class will be in session. Wait until your pan is hot. Hot pan. Oh man. [music playing] NARRATOR: As this new crop of chefs makes its way to Hell’s Kitchen– Hi, everyone. I’m Brendan. Randy. NARRATOR: –not everyone gets off on the right foot. Yeah. Well, we speak English, but– [laughter] What the hell is Monique thinking? You know, we’re not even, like, 10 seconds out the gate yet, and she’s already asking stupid questions. I just hope she get cut. [applause] This This is definitely a dream come true for me, but I’m a little nervous. This is worse than combat, I think. Yeah, let’s do this! How about that? Woo! – It’s locked. – It’s locked? It’s locked. What’s going on? I don’t know. GORDON RAMSAY: Attention, chefs. What? Where is it coming from? There he is! [cheering] It was like seeing an angel. I thought he was just going to have, like, wings just pop out of the back of his chef coat and be like, [whip noise] Let me tell you, I’ve designed this year’s Hell’s Kitchen to be the most challenging ever. Before you can enter, I need to know that all of you are 100% committed to being here. ALL: Yes, Chef. Good. Oh, no. Now, let me tell you why I’m up here. You’ll be jumping off the roof and landing right down there. Oh, fuck. I was just kind of like, ah, fuck it, I’m leaving. Oh my god, we’re going to die. There’s no way this is really going to happen. I’m breaking my neck, and I’m going in the ambulance. GORDON RAMSAY: Let’s go, guys. Who’s up first? So volunteers, let’s go. Young man, first name? Enrique. GORDON RAMSAY: Enrique, come on down, please. Young lady with a blouse, blonde, your first name is? Ruth. GORDON RAMSAY: Ruth, let’s go. Quick. Give them some form of encouragement as well, please. [cheering] – You got it, Enrique. – Come on, Enrique. We need you. We need you, baby. Come on, baby. Easy, Enrique. This dude look like he shit his pants. Almost there. You got it. [cheering] OK, on the count of 3– 1, 2, 3. Come on, Enrique. [crowd screaming] We’re actually jumping off of a roof. Panic attack, here we go. Make your way into Hell’s Kitchen. Good job. – OK, thank you. Way to do it, brother. [cheering] Ruth, how you feeling? Scared. Really, really scared. Are you ready– I think I’m ready. –to join Enrique in the kitchen? On the count of 3– 1, 2, 3. [screaming] GORDON RAMSAY: Wow. That’s one way to do it. GORDON RAMSAY: Great job. Amazing. Into in the kitchen. Well done. Great job. – Thank you. – Good job, Ruth. – You’ve earned it. ADAM: I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m going to do whatever I have to do to win. He could tell me to jump off the roof onto a concrete surface. I’m game for anything. Let’s bring it on, baby. All right, who’s next? Here’s the thing. You’re chefs. Enrique and Ruth are stunt people. What? Great job. Oh, thank god we don’t have to do it. That was crazy. I’m very impressed that all of you are 100% committed. You’re all fucking crazy. I’d like all of you to take a big, deep breath, because it’s time to cook me your signature dish. Get inside. Let’s go. Let’s go, guys. Pick it up. Come on, let’s go. Get through there. [applause] I’m in Hell’s Kitchen. I can’t even believe it. [theme music] NARRATOR: It’s women versus men in the signature dish challenge. And for the first time ever, they are cooking in Hell’s Kitchen in front of a live audience. Gonna need a drink after this. Let’s go. I watch a lot of race car driving, and you got to be a team until the last lap. Butter, does anybody have butter? Right here, butter, butter. Awesome. You already know. And then once that last lap comes, I’m definitely putting somebody right into a wall, because I’m going to win. Oh, I need those. [applause] GORDON RAMSAY: Gentlemen, you got 20 minutes to go. Let’s go, blue. They’re rooting for you. Hot behind you. Hot coming through. Hot, hot. Game time. Game time. Cooking is my life, and I have worked my ass off to get to where I am. Can you help me with this? MEGHAN: I have cooked this dish 1,001 times, and if I fuck it up, I’m going to kill myself. 1 minute to go. Let’s go. Where are the plates at? Come on, girl. We got to win this one. – Come on, baby girl. You can do it. GORDON RAMSAY: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. [applause] GORDON RAMSAY: Your stunning dishes, we judge on a scale of 1 to 5, with 1 being an absolute disaster and 5 being a truly outstanding dish. Clear? ALL: Yes, Chef. OK, let’s go. First First up in the signature dish challenge, Brooklyn chef Josh hopes that his seared scallops will get the blue team off to a strong start. Seared scallops with an apple fennel slaw. And the sauce– seeing you is crazy. It’s crazy. It’s awesome, Chef. You saw me on the roof 5 minutes ago. Yeah, I know. But now you’re, like, right here. You’re talking to me. It’s awesome. GORDON RAMSAY: Wow. This is the greatest day of my life. GORDON RAMSAY: Scallops, great sear. It’s a smart dish. Thank you, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: 4 out of 5. Good job. JOSH: Thank you. NARRATOR: Now it’s up to Dallas line cook Sarah to make a good first impression with her fillet mignon. The temperature’s beautiful. – Thank you, Chef. – Delicious. 4 out of 5. Thank you, Chef. Good job. NARRATOR: With both teams off to an impressive start, culinary student Christine’s scallops with polenta cake– Delicious 4 out of 5. Good job. NARRATOR: –are up against executive chef Brendan’s tempura softshell crab with ginger garlic sauce. GORDON RAMSAY: Crab, nicely done. 4 out of 5. NARRATOR: As the dead heat continues, will Dallas line cook Michelle or private chef Nick break the pattern and the tie? NICK: I have a pan-roasted duck breast with pepper and sherry gastric. GORDON RAMSAY: Duck’s cooked beautifully. A solid 3. Good job. Thanks, Chef. How old are you, Michelle? 22. Young, wow. I have only been doing this for 4 years, and everyone else has been doing for, like, 25, or whatever. Huevos rancheros, quail egg, and then queso fresco. GORDON RAMSAY: Lovely little elements, great finesse. 4 out of 5. Well done. I may be young, but people should watch out for me. NARRATOR: With the women now leading by a point, Maryland sous chef Mieka is ready to show off with her– MIEKA: Shrimp cake with asparagus and peach salsa. Wow. It isn’t half bad. It’s all bad. 1 out of 5. Let’s just let this be over. NARRATOR: Mieka’s low score paves the way for Tennessee banquet chef Randy to take the lead. When was the last time you had a fucking disaster in your banquets? Right now, when I’m not there. [laughter] What’s under the dome? This is a salmon with a raspberry and bourbon barbecue sauce. GORDON RAMSAY: I mean, it looks incredibly plain Jane. It actually tastes quite delicious. You got a solid 3 there. Good job. Thank you, Chef. NARRATOR: With the men leading by a single point, the blue team’s momentum rests with– Milly. GORDON RAMSAY: Milly? – Yes. – Excellent. And you’re from where, then? Philly. [laughter] Philadelphia. – Milly from Philly. – Yes, Chef. Right And is that a stick-on, or is that– Oh, no, no, no. No, it’s real. Yeah, that’s a lot of hard work. OK. Does it ever catch fire? – No. No. Because it is long. Yeah, yes. What’s under the dome? I have a seafood mac and cheese with a citrus gremolata. GORDON RAMSAY: Wow, so it’s a posh mac and cheese. Yes, Chef. I put heavy cream, added a little eggs, and butter. It’s good. 3. Good job. Thank you. NARRATOR: Hoping to put the red team back on top with her rainbow trout is an executive chef from Virginia, Meghan. The dish is stunning. Thank you. Definitely a 5 for 5. Good job. Thank you. [applause] NARRATOR: With the first perfect score going to Meghan, the women are back in the lead. Up next, executive chef Michael versus food truck owner and chef Chrissa. CHRISSA: I was in the cookie aisle, and I was looking at cookies– What in the fuck is that? CHRISSA: That is ginger-crusted chicken. I was in the cookie aisle, I was trying to get ideas, and they had ginger cookies. Ginger-cookie-crusted chicken breast? Yeah, That what’s in there. [laughter] I’m glad you were inspired in the cookie aisle, not the fucking pet food aisle. Oh, really? Oh, no. Oh my god, really? Oh– That is hideous. Sorry. GORDON RAMSAY: 1 out of 5. I’m not really used to people spitting out my food, so it was very embarrassing. GORDON RAMSAY: Young man, first name is? Michael, Chef. And what do you do for a living? I work for a Jewish kosher upscale senior living. Anyone ever passed away eating your food? Not that I know of. Not that you know of. What’s under the dome? Chef, I have an herb-roasted chicken breast. Wow. Yeah, it’s solid. It’s not spectacular. – OK, Chef. – 3 out of 5. Good job. – Thank you, Chef. [applause] CHRISSA: It’s OK. I knew it. NARRATOR: With Chrissa’s chicken losing the lead for the women, New York line cook Alison’s red snapper– GORDON RAMSAY: The sauce is runny. 3. NARRATOR: –comes up short against New Jersey executive chef Adam’s rack of lamb. GORDON RAMSAY: Lamb’s cooked perfectly. – Thank you, chef. – Yeah. I’m going to give that 4 out of 5. Thank you very much, Chef. NARRATOR: The men now have a 2-point lead over the women. But Atlanta line cook T is looking to put the red team back on top with her coffee-crusted flank steak. GORDON RAMSAY: It’s just suddenly dawned what T stands for– Terrific. Great job. 5 out of 5. Thank you, Chef. [applause] NARRATOR: The women have posted another perfect score. And now, New Jersey sous chef Cameron is hoping to reclaim the lead with his coriander-rubbed rack of lamb. GORDON RAMSAY: Lamb’s cooked nicely. 4 out of 5. Good job. [applause] NARRATOR: Going into the final round of signature dish, the men have a 1-point lead and are counting on Miami sous chef Bret’s– BRET: Bone-in veal chop saltimbocca served over smashed fingerling potato. GORDON RAMSAY: It’s rustic, but it’s got charm. Delicious. A solid 3. Good job. Thank you, Chef. NARRATOR: The red team’s fate now rests with Monique– It’s called Mo’s pasta. NARRATOR: –who needs a perfect score of 5 to win for the women. Tell me about the marinara sauce. I want to know how you made it. MONIQUE: It’s just from a jar. GORDON RAMSAY: So you didn’t even make the marinara sauce. No. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with canned sauce. Unless you’re from fucking Italy, and you’re, like, born as an Italian, you’re not going to be making your sauce from scratch all the time. No, if you wanted it, you should have just told me. I would have did it. You came to the kitchen. Oh, I’ve got to tell you what I want? MONIQUE: Yes. Who the fuck uses jarred tomato sauce for Chef Ramsay? Who does that? GORDON RAMSAY: Mo’s pasta, 1 out of 5. OK, got it. GORDON RAMSAY: Well done, men. [applause] Well done. Great job. Gents, I have one hell of an evening for you guys. You’ll be chauffeured in the most extravagant limousine to meet a Hollywood legend. You know him from TV and film. I’m not going to tell you who it is. Ladies, I want you to reset this entire dining room. Once the dining room is reset, every year here in Hell’s Kitchen, there are thousands of reservation confirmations that have to be mailed out. You’ll be getting every one of them ready to go. Take a look at that massive amount of reservations. You will be stuffing and licking all night long. Congratulations to the men. Great job. [applause] Your limo is waiting. Boom, baby. I just got to meet Chef Ramsay, and now I’m going to meet a Hollywood legend. You have to be kidding me. Go blue or go home! I hate to lose. I really hate to lose. I’m on the same page as you. Right now, I’m pissed. Like, on a regular night, we’re going to whoop their ass. The guys aren’t that great. Dude, we haven’t even whopped their ass right now, so how could you be talking about, we going to whoop their ass? You serve him some jar sauce, and then you stand at the pass arguing with him. MONIQUE: Yeah, I used the canned sauce. Whatever. I get it. NARRATOR: While Monique is on the losing end of the blame game, the blue team plays the guessing game, wondering which Hollywood legend awaits them. I hope it’s Willie Nelson. WOMAN: We’ve been waiting for you. Welcome to Saint Rocke. Oh my god. RANDY: Through my military experience, I’ve met numerous generals, but I’m a little nervous to meet my first celebrity. I mean, it’s freaking Los Angeles. It could be anybody. WILLIAM SHATNER: Hello, everybody. – Oh, shit. – Holy shit. [applause] Captain fucking Kirk. Holy shit. This gives me some serious nerd street cred. Thank you. Pleasure. All right, so I’m going to give you your menu books. Does that sound like Ramsay at all? Yeah? OK. I just want to give him a Captain Kirk impression. Spock, your– your Vulcan mind is going crazy. What are you doing? I signed them, actually. May the best man win. Good luck, guys. Let’s all gather round, and we’re going to take a photograph. Like, total nerd-gasm. Everyone say, holy shit. ALL: Holy shit. NARRATOR: As the men boldly go where no chef has gone before– 14, blue side, two top. This is a nightmare. NARRATOR: –the women are navigating an enterprise of their own. You have a four top. Teesh, hang on. You can go either 11 or 22. Monique, move your chair this way a little. This is 12. MONIQUE: Alison, I don’t know why you feel entitled to walk around with a checklist. Like, shut the fuck up. ALISON: And then you have to stay behind the chair, babe. 51, check. The red team now has a leader, and it’s right here. [gunshot noises] Ladies. ALL: Yes. We’re going to go and grab the envelopes. – Awesome. – Oh, god. Great. We just set a dining room hall up, and then having to do this– Oh, wow. [laughs] Oh, wow. Holy shit. This mountain of papers is, you know, stacked up, probably taller than all of us. Oh my god, this is insane. #NotOK. MONIQUE: This sucks. T: Well maybe, had you made your own fucking marinara– Oh, right? Just me? Just me? We wouldn’t be here fucking doing envelopes. Oh, OK. T: I’m just saying, this sucks. MONIQUE: We’re a team, all right? Right. NARRATOR: With one full day in Hell’s Kitchen under their belts– Let’s do it, guys. NARRATOR: –both teams are anxious to get in the kitchens and begin prep for their first dinner service. Guys, listen up. The chef has provided you guys with your own sets of JA Henckel knives, OK? It’s all yours. Pass back– yeah. This is pretty sweet. Those Henckel knives, they are such a fantastic gift. I will keep these knives for a lifetime. These are better than jewelry. I’m so pumped. Not even fucking worried. NARRATOR: Armed with their tools for success– Shrimp first, then you have the calamari. Peppers. Black garlic. NARRATOR: –the ladies are brushing up on recipes. Clams in the pan, white line. NARRATOR: And the women are all feeling confident. That’s good, that’s good. Ay, ay, ay. I can’t do this. NARRATOR: Well, maybe not all of the women. CHRISSA: What goes in a risotto? You’re missing the chives, the lobster. A little bit more salt would have been good. OK. And you put a little bit too much garlic. OK. I just want to run out of here. I’m not making dinner. What do you mean, you want to to run out of here? I’m just terrified. It’s scaring me. Chrissa, Chrissa, there’s no terrified in this. I’m telling you, that girl Chrissa, she needs to get her mind right right away. If you let us down, I swear to god, I’m going to beat you. Let’s line up, please. Let’s cook. Right. Tonight is the night. Bring your A game. Focus, concentrate. Chrissa, you all right? Yeah, I’m doing well. Thank you. Yeah, you sure? CHRISSA: Yeah, I’m sure. What’s wrong? No, I needed to go to the bathroom before dinner service. Would any of you mind if Chrissa disappears to the bathroom before she pees her knickers? ALL: No, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: OK, Chrissa. Off you go. CHRISSA: That’s so embarrassing. She really has to go. Wow. Get on your stations. We’re opening up in just minutes from now. ALL: Yes, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Let’s go. Marino? – Yes, Chef? Open house kitchen, please. Let’s go. Certo. [music playing] NARRATOR: It’s the 14th opening night in the history of Hell’s Kitchen. Let’s do this, girls. NARRATOR: And excitement is in the air for this new crop of chefs– We are not losing. NARRATOR: –and for the diners who have secured one of the hottest dinner reservations in all of Los Angeles. I’m going to have the lobster risotto, please. WAITER: Lobster risotto for her. For starters, the scallops. NARRATOR: For opening night, in addition to the classic menu, Chef Ramsay has added pan-seared prawns as a tableside appetizer– While you’re doing it, use your personality. Talk to the guest. NARRATOR: –which will be served by Atlanta line cook T for the red team and Brooklyn chef Josh for the blue. You can use these at the end, OK? Done. Awesome. Chef. Ladies, let’s go. For the couple at table 50, one shrimp, two scallops, and one beet salad. Easy. ALL: Yes, Chef. Ladies, let’s go. Yes, Chef. Definitely, you know, the nerves are high. Let’s do this, ladies. We do not want the blue team to win. We have a lot to prove to Chef Ramsay tonight. Here, Chef. Scallops, Chef. Beet salad ready. Chef. Hopefully the chef likes them. Service, please. All right, thank goodness. Let’s keep this up, Ladies. NARRATOR: While Michelle and Mieka have gotten the women off to a strong start with the scallop appetizers– Get it, girls. NARRATOR: –over in the blue kitchen– Let’s go. For the couple at table 12, one shrimp tableside, two scallops, one risotto. ALL: Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: The pressure is on Cameron, on appetizers, to do the same for the men. Cameron, speed up, please. Yes, Chef. I am the anchor position. The app station sets the tone of the night, so it’s time to rock and roll. Risotto, Cameron, how long? Risotto’s up. Come on. More butter, more salt. Let’s go. You can’t cook a risotto? I don’t know if you’re nervous, scared, or what. But get your shit together right now. GORDON RAMSAY: Nick, get the fuck on there, will you, yes? Cameron fell flat on his face, the first ticket. I mean, really? Lets take this, man. Come on. Walking risotto. Risotto right behind you, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Risotto is cooked nicely. Nick, well done. NARRATOR: With Nick successfully rescuing Cameron on risotto, Chef Ramsay is now looking to Michael for– GORDON RAMSAY: Scallops, please. Coming right now. GORDON RAMSAY: Fucking hell. The risotto’s dying. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, over in the red kitchen– What do you need? Nothing. I thought he said pizzetta. – No, no. What did he say? He didn’t say pizza. NARRATOR: Sarah is attempting to keep Chrissa on track. – We’re going to have two pork– – What? Two pork and two chicken. We’re OK right now. I know, I’m just– I feel like I’m babysitting Chrissa, and I don’t have time right now. Should I work on dessert, or help other people, or anything? Not yet. We’re not on dessert already. No. Meghan, get on here. Right behind. All right, what do you got? GORDON RAMSAY: Chrissa, what are you doing? Sarah– – Yes, Chef? GORDON RAMSAY: Why’s she hiding? I don’t know, Chef. Why am I what? She’s OK. Keep going, keep going, keep going. Chrissa, come here, you. Go outside and see if you can help T. Chrissa is completely out of her element in the kitchen. GORDON RAMSAY: Hurry up. Let’s go. MEGHAN: We need to keep up the momentum, and without Chrissa, we’re in better shape. Let’s go. NARRATOR: With Chrissa out of the kitchen– Behind, behind. NARRATOR: –and out of the way– You all are doing a great job. NARRATOR: –the rest of the ladies continue to push out appetizers. Wow. On order, two 2s. Ladies, wake up. This is a VIP table, Dean McDermott. Let’s go, ladies. NARRATOR: Now, the pressure of a VIP ticket puts the ladies to the test. On order, one pork, one lamb. ALL: Yes, chef. – Let’s go. I’m popping in my lamb now. NARRATOR: As Monique and Christine look to shift into high gear on the ladies’ first entrees of the night. Get that sucker in there. NARRATOR: Back in the blue kitchen– GORDON RAMSAY: Scallops. MICHAEL: Right now, chef. NARRATOR: –Michael is finally delivering his scallops for the first order of appetizers. GORDON RAMSAY: What the fuck is that? Hey, all of you, come here. Hurry up. This isn’t going to be good. GORDON RAMSAY: Just touch them. Just touch the top of them. Look at them. No, no, no. So we got fucking color on one side, and boiled, the next. Yes, Chef. Stupid Stupid mistakes, Michael. We’re on our first ticket. We’ve got Chef Ramsay up our ass. This is not a good sign. The sad thing is, he fucked two portions, as well. Young man, you need to know, you are not at the fucking senior home. Yes, Chef. One more like that, and you can fuck off back there tonight. Yes, Chef. I don’t understand it. We’ve been in this business our whole lives. Fucking scallops– it ain’t rocket science. Two minutes, scallops. Two minutes. Let’s not lose it, guys. You know, the girls are doing better than us right now. Come on, guys. Behind, hot walking. Scallops to your left. That one’s ready, so whenever you– what do you need me to do? Good, well done. BRET: Oh my god, these scallops are finally done. GORDON RAMSAY: Table 12. Let’s go. So thank god for that. NARRATOR: As the first blue diners finally receive their appetizers– GORDON RAMSAY: Yeah, go, please. NARRATOR: –the blue kitchen may be hitting its stride. Meanwhile, the red kitchen has moved on to entrees. How long do we have on the pork? Slice now. Oh, OK. Slicing the pork now. NARRATOR: And the pressure is now on Christine and Monique at the meat station to complete a pork and a– Lamb. NARRATOR: –for VIP Dean McDermott’s table. Slicing it, Chef. It’s not ready yet. GORDON RAMSAY: Stop, stop. All of you, come here. Who sliced the pork? I did, Chef. And before you slice the pork, what should you check on? To see if the lamb was done, Chef. So the lamb’s raw, and the pork’s fucked. MIEKA: Dude, lamb’s not a tough dish. We look dumb as fuck. GORDON RAMSAY: Refire one pork, one lamb, urgently. ALL: Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: While the meat station has brought the red kitchen to a grinding halt, the blue kitchen– GORDON RAMSAY: On order, table 21, the entree, two halibut and one lamb. NARRATOR: –has recovered from a slow start and is trying to continue its momentum on entrees, with Milly and Bret leading the way on the meat station. – Lamb! – Right now, Chef. Slicing now, Chef. Minute. How long lamb, guys? Right now. GORDON RAMSAY: Halibut, where is it? Right here, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Lamb, let’s go. Hey, Milly– Yes, Chef? It’s fucking raw. – Oh, hell no. – Hurry up. Let’s go. Refire one lamb. All right, we’ll bring it back. Let’s bring it back. We’ll patch it back up. Come on, fellas. We’re better than this. Let’s do it. NARRATOR: While Milly sheepishly refires his lamb, over in the red kitchen– I seriously hope our VIP table is fucking ready. One pork and one lamb. It’s really rare. Monique, it’s really rare. Back in the oven. That shit is not even hot. Put that in the fucking combi oven. Are you kidding me? I open the oven, and I’m expecting, like, a facial, and it’s nothing. Our oven’s not hot for some reason. It’s not on. It is on. The oven’s off. Monique, are you fucking kidding me? Your goddamn oven is off, and you’re cooking lamb. Are you– like, are you high? – Lamb! – Chef, I’m bringing it up. Pork– – Got it. – –you following me? – Yes. – Right behind. – Right behind. Ladies, all of you. Come here. Fuck, really? Like, again? Oh my god, this is not happening. Raw lamb and dry pork, like pork jerky. Ridiculous. Oh, fuck off. I’m redoing the pork. That’s hot. Get the lamb in. Lamb! Behind you, Mo. I’ve got the lamb. Where’s the pork? I need these two right here. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 chefs on meat. Pork is fucking raw. GORDON RAMSAY: Is it raw? Stop, stop. Bring me the lamb, please. T: We started off strong, and then the meat station is like a ship out at sea. The pirates came and fucking capsized that bitch. So you bring me the lamb, and the pork’s raw. Now I’m taking it personally. I need you to do one more thing together as a team. Get out! Get out. That joke’s a fucking joke. Piss off. We had one ticket left after that one, guys. NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay has banished the red team to the dorms. Who took the oven off? The temperature went down, and I don’t know how that happened, or I wasn’t paying attention to the temperature on it, because I didn’t think that was going to happen. Right. I mean, I opened the oven for her, and I was like, it’s fucking cold. Really? NARRATOR: Meanwhile– Service, please. NARRATOR: With Chef Ramsay personally completing the VIP table’s entrees– Gordon Ramsay cooked this. Gordon Ramsay– for us. NARRATOR: –back in the blue kitchen– GORDON RAMSAY: How’s the lamb? – It’s perfect. GORDON RAMSAY: Service, please. NARRATOR: –Milly’s refired lamb is making its way to the dining room– Amazing. NARRATOR: –and the men are in the home stretch. GORDON RAMSAY: Keep that momentum going. Let’s go, guys. – Come on, salmon. Let’s take this. Let’s finish strong. I’m walking, walking. The salmon’s up, guys. Right behind. Service, please. Perfect. GORDON RAMSAY: Blue team. – Yes, Chef. Well done. Guys, get downstairs right now. Chef’s waiting for you. Right now means fucking run. Go. GORDON RAMSAY: Line up on the stairs. Trust me. It’s not going to take long. Let’s get one thing right– you definitely lost. All of you, get together and come to a consensus with two individuals who you think you’re better off without. Got it? Yes, Chef. Fuck off. There’s a couple of people here that definitely don’t belong here, and it’s negating all the work that the bigs are doing to make this team successful. And I’m pissed. Do you all realize that this is what the fuck you all do on a daily basis. It’s like, just fucking cook. If the shit is raw, don’t put that shit out. That’s it. I mean, someone’s obviously going home. Two people need to go home, and I vote you and you. Both of you guys were on the meat station, and that’s what went down. At the end of the day, it’s about winning dinner services, and I’m talking about getting rid of the weak link. [glass breaking] Who puts a shelf with no backing behind it? I don’t think she cares. Chrissa, can you come join us, please? Why are you over there doing dishes? Because, like I don’t want to argue. You’re part of this. We’re having a conversation, like– I know, but I just– This is a part of the team that we’re talking about. And I feel like I’m helping with it. How are you helping us? Well, because I broke a glass, I wanted to clean it. I was going to put fresh coffee on for us. I’m sorry. – I don’t want no damn coffee. I want a cigarette and a W. Can you provide me with that? Can I ask you a question? With anything that I did tonight, was I there 100% as support and do everything that I noticed, I picked up– was I on top of it? Honestly say. The thing that was, like, really hard for me was, like, there were a lot of random questions, and then it got so discombobulated. Meghan came over, and I was like, OK, we can talk. We can do this. And we were communicating. I was on top of everything. I was paying attention. I’m like– That’s why I was on your station, right? T: All I know, someone’s got to go home to make this team run smoothly. [dramatic music] Alison, red team’s first nominee, and why. Chef, we decided to go with Monique because of her display tonight on the meat station. If you can’t handle a station, then you just shouldn’t be here. Second nominee and why. Chef, we decided to go with, uh– Chrissa. – Chrissa. ALISON: Yes, Chef. When shit hit the fan, I don’t think Chrissa was even aware of what was going on. There’s someone else I want to hear from, as well. Christine. Christine, Monique, Chrissa, step forward, please. What happened on meat? It got out of control. Our oven wasn’t on, and– Your oven wasn’t on. Yeah. We thought it was. So who put the meat into a cold oven? I did, Chef. Monique, 10 seconds, very quickly, why do you think you deserve to stay in Hell’s Kitchen? I think I deserve to stay here because I’m better than these two. She– under pressure, she breaks down. Like, this is serious. You say, yes, Chef, and you do you have to do. And then she has no self-confidence at all. Like, if you don’t think you can be here, then leave. Don’t make us feel how you feel about yourself. That’s horrible. Christine, 10 seconds. Why do you think you should stay in Hell’s Kitchen? Chef, I know I’m a better chef than both these people up here, and I want this very badly. I take this more seriously. I wasn’t talking about peeing my pants. Hmm. Chrissa, what’s the matter? Nothing, just thought it was a low blow. When someone asked me what was the matter, I was honest. We all go to the bathroom, and I was nervous about dinner service. Fucking hell. Chrissa, why do you think you should stay in Hell’s Kitchen? I really believe this is an amazing opportunity, and I would like one more night of dinner service to really show everybody here what I am made of, because I did not drop the ball tonight. And you know what? If I didn’t have confidence, I wouldn’t be out here, and I wouldn’t have made it through dinner service, if I didn’t believe that I could do it. My decision is– Monique, back in line. Oh, what? Word. Thank you, fucking baby Jesus. Oh my god, my heart was beating so fast. Fuck you, guys. I’m still mad at you for putting me up there, too. The person leaving Hell’s Kitchen– Chrissa. Give me your jacket. I just don’t get it. – OK. I’m not feeling it. No problem, Chef. Young lady, come here. Yes, sir. You can’t even fucking listen straight. Stand there. I asked for your jacket. I’m sorry, Chef. Good night. Good night, Chef. I’m not going to cry, because I know I’m too good for this shit. But it’s very heartbreaking, because I know I’m a beast in the kitchen. Chef Ramsay asked us before dinner service, are you OK? That makes me weak, because I pee? Maybe I am a little quirky and different, but I don’t know what to tell you. It is who I am. I suggest you all start taking this a little bit more seriously. I’ve got something major at stake, and right now, I’m fucking crapping myself. Now fuck off. The right chef went home tonight. And if I have my way, fucking Monique will be going along right with her. MONIQUE: Fuck everyone who doubts me. All them hating-ass bitches? Who cares, because guess what? You can’t get rid of me. I ain’t going nowhere, no time soon. MILLY: The blue team, we need to step it up right now. We won, but it’s like winning by default. I want to blow the red kitchen out the water every service. GORDON RAMSAY: There was nothing more terrifying to Chrissa than jumping off a building, but there is nothing more terrifying to me than the thought of having her as my next head chef.