Hell’s Kitchen Season 6 – Ep. 5 | Welcome Home Chaos | Full Episode

As the chefs prepare for a high-stakes Welcome Home Surprise Party for a Marine, tensions flare and alliances crumble. With emotional reunions and demanding orders, both teams face intense pressure in a dinner service that pushes everyone to their limits.

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I was on the chopping block for the first time ever. Yeah, I mean, like, I know I f***** up the first table, but– It’s just frustrating because I clearly can cook, and I’m not used to being counted out. I might need a chicken pot pie. Do we have any of those. Yeah, in the freezer. Yes, thank you. I feel like I am definitely at a disadvantage. I don’t have a thumb on my left hand to work with. It’s completely, uh, immobile. Are you all right, Dave? No, I’m OK. Even though I have one arm, I’m not out of this game. I’m here to win, and nothing else. Do you want me to hold that for you? No, I have to be able to like, do things myself. [crashing] [laughing] DAVE: Dude. NARRATOR: As a new day dawns in "Hell’s Kitchen," the teams prepare to face their next challenge. [grunting] [shouting] And And this morning, they will not only have to impress Chef Ramsay, but his special guest as well. This is Mrs. Latasha James. – Hello. – Hi. Hello. Latasha’s husband is Staff Sergeant Otis James, United States Marine Corps. He just finished a 13-month tour of duty in Iraq. He literally just flew in from Iraq last night. Daddy. CHEF RAMSAY: His wife and children were there to welcome him home. Now, tomorrow night, we are going to be hosting the most amazing welcome home surprise party for Staff Sergeant Otis James. ALL: Yes, Chef. Hell, yeah. I love Marines. It’s going to be such an honor cooking for this guy. Hoo-rah, you know? CHEF RAMSAY: Now, this is your next challenge. Each team will come up with one stunning appetizer, two stunning entrees, and then Latasha and I will be tasting those dishes. Robert and Suzanne? Yes, chef. Step into my office. Both of you. Let’s go. NARRATOR: As part of a tasting menu challenge, Chef Ramsay will also be testing how well the chefs listen and communicate. Robert and Suzanne must learn Staff Sergeant James’ likes and dislikes and convey those to their teams. My husband is a big seafood fan. OK. He loves shrimp and baked potatoes. Do you and your husband enjoy like, southern cooking? Mm-hm. What I was hearing was soul food. I’m like, baby, I could kiss you right now. That’s my bag, man. Mwah. – All right. If you had to name maybe your favorite dish that you absolutely can’t live without at this part, what would it be? Grilled lobster tail. OK, great. And you guys are, obviously, dainty eaters, or like, you like to get down? We like to get down. We do. All right. Any other questions. Um, I’m good. Robert? Oh, I’m going to have fun with this. Latasha, please join us in the dining room. Thank you. When we talked to Latasha I automatically started thinking about dishes that I know. This is a great opportunity for me to showcase my talent. OK. Suzanna, Robert, make sure and debrief your teams properly with that valuable information that Latasha– has just shared with you. Are we ready? ALL: Yes, chef. 45 minutes from now. Let’s go. In the kitchen. Listen, guys. He likes steak, grilled shrimp. He likes lobster. NARRATOR: Both teams must come up with a tasting menu consisting of one appetizer and two entrees. The winning team’s dishes will be served at the homecoming party. Now, it is up to Suzanne– Look for lobster. Look for catfish. No. NARRATOR: –and Robert– He wants beef, surf and turf. Fried catfish. There you go. NARRATOR: –to convey the guest of honor’s preferences. Listen, guys. Twice baked potato. Lots of bacon. Lots of cheese. Yeah, but we don’t have time to bake a potato. Do twice baked mash. Let’s hook them up. I got the sour cream. I got the mash going. And you’re doing an app, right? I got a nice seafood with potato, tomato, spicy. It’s kind of like a bouillabaisse. Robert gave us a clear cut direction. Country style. We all picked a task, and we all ran with it. He was directing, but he wasn’t dictating. That was perfect. Make it awesome. Make it awesome. Fuck yeah, man. NARRATOR: While Robert has a collaborative style of leadership, Suzanne– Somebody put potatoes on? No asparagus. NARRATOR: –takes a different approach. All right. So chopped rosemary, olive oil goes on there. Salt and pepper. What kind of sauce do we want for the steak? I don’t know if they’re into sauce. No sauce at all? No like, crab sauce? Nothing? No, they’re not really into that. Maybe like, a jambalaya sauce or something? SUZANNE: No, that’s not what we’re doing. What does he like? Suzanne never once actually communicated what it was that Staff Sergeant James liked. We weren’t on nobody’s agenda but Suzanne’s. Come over here. You need to saute the bacon and then toss the spinach in and hold it. Suzanne, 20 minutes to go, yes? 20 minutes, chef. Let’s go. You know, I just came up with the structure, and then all they had to do was execute it. It was a good system. Robert, keep pushing it, yes? Yes, chef. How’s them greens, good? Make you want to slap yo’ mama. Suzanne, last five. – Five minutes. – Let’s go. SUZANNE: Does everybody feel good with this menu? Five minutes left. Suzanne, it’s five minutes left. Why are you asking me now how I feel about the menu? Three and a half minutes on the clock. Let’s go. – OK, guys. I’m going to start plating up soon. Do you have a doily or something? Grilled lobster, good. Or not doing grilled. Baked. Anyone seen a doily? Suzanne? I’m putting more tarragon in it. Way better. 10 seconds left. Do you think it needs to go on a doily? Hurry, hurry. Plate this food. CHEF RAMSAY: Five, four, three, two one, stop. All of you, come here. ARIEL: I’m worried that this menu doesn’t have enough oomph to it. But Suzanne was upstairs, so I have to trust her. OK. Appetizers first. All right. Ariel. Latasha, we have here today a Caesar style salad with baked prawns. Mm. Excellent. Mm. That’s good. He would like that. CHEF RAMSAY: Very good. Now this is Kevin. Please explain, please. We have a spicy seafood-style bouillabaisse. Oh, yes. That is good. He would really like that. – OK. Two great appetizers. Would you prefer red or blue, Latasha? Wow. I would have to go with the salad. Yes. CHEF RAMSAY: Ladies, one-nil. Well done. You know what? You give a woman a salad, she’s going to pick it nine out of 10 times. Whatever. Move on. All right. Andy and Amanda. We have a bacon-wrapped filet with some grilled shrimp. From my perspective, the girls’ dish looked like shit. Bacon was all falling off. That’s good. I’m sure it tasted good, but it didn’t look that good. OK. Andy. This is a four cheese macaroni, stewed collards, and a buttermilk fried catfish. Wow. That sounds good. Macaroni and cheese is so played out. I mean, come on. That’s really, really good. CHEF RAMSAY: Which one of these would you like to see on the menu? One from the red team, or is it from the blue team? Hands down, blue. CHEF RAMSAY: Excellent. Well done. One point for the men. We have a tie of one each. OK. Suzanne and Robert. NARRATOR: With the score tied, it all comes down to the team leaders, Suzanne and Robert. Wow. Suzanne. We have a broiled lobster tail for you today with a seafood [inaudible] pasta with a light white wine seafood sauce. All right. Sounds good. Good. Oh, that is very good. Oh, we got this in the bag. This is awesome. And Robert, please. Sure, this is a bone-in New York strip that is Cajun rubbed, served with a twice baked potato mash and a grilled lobster tail. Wow. You grilled it. Yeah. That is something big for him. Grilled. Didn’t you pay attention, Suzanne? Grilled lobster tail. You understand what I’m saying? Very delicious. CHEF RAMSAY: OK. Now, the tough call. I mean, two great dishes. Which one would you prefer on the menu tomorrow night at such a significant dinner? Is it from the red team, or is it from the blue team, Latasha? I’m going to have to go with the fellows. [cheering] Woo. Big Daddy’s back. Good job. Good job. Latasha, thank you, my darling. Thank you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Yes? Thank you so much. OK. Thank you. I hate losing. I’m so pissed off that if I didn’t think I would have to pay for it, I’d be breaking shit right now. OK. Men, you are going to be fighter pilots for the day. You’re going to be onboard a real fighter jet doing maneuvers, acrobats, experiencing a thrill of a lifetime. Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to be a fighter pilot. Today, kids, dreams come true. Now, , ladies you will be redecorating this whole dining room ahead of this special event. Yes? Yes, chef. I hate losing. OK. Gents, go upstairs. Get ready. I’ll call you when I need you. Off you go. Thank you, chef. Yo, country boy. [inaudible] country. This is disappointment at Suzanne time. Suzy didn’t communicate key words to us that would have been important to our win. We never heard the word soul food. That would have taken our dishes in a totally different direction. I don’t understand why this has all come down on me. We all made good dishes. We all made everything that she wanted. She’s upstairs, extremely pissed right now. SABRINA: Tennille really wanted to do some soul food. Maybe like, a jambalaya sauce or something? No, that’s not what we’re doing. Suzanne squashed Tennille’s idea like a little bug. So I don’t blame her for being mad. I’m a little upset myself. I said, well, I can make a jambalaya sauce for the pasta. But I think that my pasta was just fine. OK. But how do you know that my pasta wouldn’t have been outstanding? It wasn’t your boat to drive completely. Man, if Suzanne doesn’t know that she screwed this one for us, she’s crazy. NARRATOR: While, the women are hung up on their loss, the men that gear up for their reward. This is a chance of a lifetime, to go up in a fighter jet. This is going to be a really great experience. We’re stoked. We’re pumped. We jump out, there’s airplanes everywhere. Gonna do some flips. We felt the need for speed today, baby. NARRATOR: As the men prepare for takeoff, Chef Ramsay prepares the red team for their punishment, decorating Hell’s Kitchen for the hero’s surprise party. OK. There’s only one person I could trust to coordinate this event. My wife, Tana. Hi, darling. How are you? Good to see you. Mwah. Dang. For someone so mean like Chef Ramsay, he sure can snag a good looking wife. Right. So, listen carefully and work hard. Is that clear? – Yes, chef. – Good. Good luck. OK. So the first thing to do. We’ve got the bunting. Just make sure that each side is at exactly the same place so it mirrors each side. Keeping it really simple, but precise. Really, really precise. OK? – OK. Yeah. This is definitely Chef Ramsay’s wife. And then we got the fun bits. We come here, and on the trolley here, you can see we have all the centerpieces. So you put the centerpiece here, and then you put the ribbons, which are on the end of the trolley, and one of each color all the way around. It’s not too much clutter on the table. We have a long day of work ahead of us. NARRATOR: The women’s day is looking less than rosy. But for the men, it’s nothing but blue skies. MAN: Yeah! [laughing] Awesome brother. We get up there, and the pilot’s showing you what to do. And then he goes, you got it. And then he just sits back, and you’re going, holy shit. I’m flying this friggin plane. [laughing] We fly up in formation. Nice and slow, with everything smooth. And then it’s just a one on one dog fight. All right, Ben. Here I go. What happens is you’re coming at each other, and you both go up. So he got away [inaudible]. See him over there? ANDY: And you try to cut around and behind them. ANDY: And then we pull out, and we come back and circle around. All right, Jim. Here I come for you. MAN: All right. Nice shot. [laughing] That was fucking awesome. MAN: Nice work, men. NARRATOR: While the fun for the men comes to an end, for the women, it’s just beginning. (HIGH PITCHED VOICE) Hurry up. When I saw that helium tank, I was like, yeah, we could have some fun. Suzanna. You be careful, lady. I gave up helium when I was about five. That stuff’s no good for you. Do Chef Ramsay. (HIGH PITCHED VOICE) What are you trying to do? Kill someone? [laughing] There you go. [popping] [laughing] Yeah, boy. [laughing] Yo, we was doing flips and shit. They walked in, their swagger. Hey, doing loop di loops. (HIGH PITCHED VOICE) We hope you had a really bad time. Boys, you got nothing on Tom Cruise or Val Kilmer. You guys are dorks. Everything we did today, we can just [inaudible].. It’s awesome, dude. The pressure is gone. The game plan is just to kick ass and keep this momentum rolling. We’re going to just crush them. Good morning,Chef. Good morning, Chef. NARRATOR: Tonight is Staff Sergeant James’s homecoming party, and the red team is on a mission. The girls have not won a dinner service yet. Tonight’s the night, baby. Tonight’s the nice night. NARRATOR: For this special event, the menu will feature the blue team’s dishes. Are we making this cheesy garlic bread? You just have to find out those recipes from, um, Robert. NARRATOR: So the women will have to rely on the men to teach them the recipes. We gotta rock this out today, boys. Damn sure don’t want them beating us with our menu. It really is important that the blue team bury the girls. What the fuck did you put in there? What do you mean? What are all those little specks? The blue team will do whatever it takes to win. What about the collard greens? I didn’t do that, so you’re gonna want to talk to those guys about that, OK? It’s the guys’ menu. We got to go talk to the guys every time we do something. But they will not offer up complete information. Suzanne, did Kevin talk anything about like, tail on on the shrimp at all, or tail off? No. I have no doubt the blue team is sabotaging us. Guys, I’m very worried that everybody doesn’t know what they’re doing. – I’m a little worried too. This is crap, man. Cut throat bullshit. You want to make it count. Yes? [inaudible] The little blue team set us up for getting our asses kicked by Chef Ramsay later tonight. We got this, baby. We got this. Which isn’t going to happen. We’re going to get it right, and we’re going to win. Right. Are you ready? NARRATOR: Hell’s Kitchen is moments away from opening. Let’s go, yes? NARRATOR: Tensions are high, and Chef Ramsay has a piece of advice to help the teams succeed. Right. One pivotal word that’s tonight’s service is going to hinge on is teamwork. What is it? ALL: Teamwork. I can’t hear you. ALL: Teamwork. This is an important service. This guys is coming back from Iraq. We gotta bring it. JP, open Hell’s Kitchen, please. NARRATOR: Tonight’s special menu features the Guest of Honor’s favorite foods, including stuffed mushrooms, fried catfish, and a grilled surf and turf. I have the stuffed portobello mushroom. NARRATOR: He has no idea that friends and family he hasn’t seen in more than two years are here in Hell’s Kitchen. OK, everyone. He’s just outside. We need absolute silence. [cheering] That was super emotional. Seeing him come in was just special. He looked very surprised. I got a little teary eyed during that. On behalf of all of us here in Hell’s Kitchen, it’s an absolute honor to welcome you here. Cheers. Excellent. [applause] Now, look around. Clearly, this room is filled with friends and family. But we do have one more surprise. This party would not be complete without a VIP guest. You haven’t seen this individual in years. Please welcome your mom. [applause] Oh, baby. Seeing his oldest boy. You just saw how proud he was. His dad’s a hero. Here we go, guys. Yes, you won the challenge. You get the privilege of cooking for Staff Sergeant Otis James. Table six. [inaudible] start with three shrimp cocktail. Entree, three cheeseburger, four New York strip. Get them on now. ALL: Yes, chef. Four salad, three shrimp. We got five minutes. Five minutes. We got it. I’m ready to take it to the house. Make sure this marine has a good homecoming. Four Caesar. Where’s the chicken? Right here, chef. Serve this, please. Keep it going, yes? It was so zen-like for me. It was just like, flowing really good. And I really felt we were just working as a team. NARRATOR: Van and Andy are advancing quickly on appetizers. Meanwhile, in the red kitchen, Sabrina is on the front line. Mushrooms are in? Mushrooms are in, Chef. Where’s the Caesar salad? – Right here, Chef. – Right here. Give me the mushroom. I need one more. Yes, it’s coming chef. Now. – Where’s the other mushroom? – Coming now. Oh, come on. Send it. Come back for that, yeah? Service, please. Table nine. Two mushroom, one Caesar. Come back for the mushroom, yes? Let’s go. Where’s the mushroom? – Come on. Where’s my mushrooms? – Coming. Right here . Fuck off, will you? Shit. Fucking stone cold. What are you doing? Just touch that there. Touch. No, really? Fuck. Yes, chef. Oopsie doopsie. So send the other two then. Any ideas now? Where’s Waldo? You really making me look stupid now. I fucking trusted you, then, for one second. Yes, Chef. I turn my back, and I get screwed. Yes, Chef. Two fucking piping hot mushrooms, one stone cold. Shit. One mushroom in the oven chef. That’s just not a good start. We haven’t won a dinner service, so we can’t lose anymore. One mushroom coming now, Chef. Where’s the mushroom? Right here, Chef. Thank you very much. NARRATOR: The women have finally managed to serve appetizers to their first table. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen– I am down to my last two here. NARRATOR: –the men– Service table three, please. NARRATOR: –have completed all of their appetizers. – That’s it. – That’s it? – Board is clear. – OK. Great. Because we’re done here. NARRATOR: With the blue diners enjoying their first course– Delicious. NARRATOR: –it’s now up to Jim on the grill station to keep up the momentum. Listen up, New York Strip, two medium well, two well done. ALL: Yes, Chef. Let’s go. Hey, Jim, make sure you’re keeping a count on your steaks. It’s a lot more popular than we thought it was going to. Yes, chef. After that, five New York Strip, one rare. Four normal. As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five, behind that I went, so this is the game we’re playing tonight. It’s Steak-O-Rama here in Hell’s Kitchen. So I’m going to try to be your backup [inaudible].. Yeah. All the tickets are coming in, and Jim’s getting just bombed. I’m a little bit worried right. Now but I will bail him out because I’m the fucking man. Hey, five New York strip. How long? Jim doesn’t even answer me. Who’s counting it down, Jim? Five minutes, chef. Five minutes. Jim. Jim. Have you switched off? No, I have not switched off. So what’s going next? Right now is one rare, four– Hey, Van. Van– no, stop. You’ll burn someone. What is it? Tell me quickly. He’s not looking. Four mid-rare, one rare. When people get all fucked up like that, it’s cool, because I sit back because I know I can bail him out. So it makes me look like a hero. Kevin. Yes, chef? Can you tell Jim what’s going next? I just did, Chef. Thank you very much. This is fun. Staff Sergeant James, come on. Yes, Chef. Mid-wells. Mid-wells. CHEF RAMSAY: Three cheeseburger first, yes? Staff Sergeant James. Serve this, please. That steak is good. Mm. NARRATOR: The guest of honor is pleased with his meal. In the red kitchen– Serve this, please. NARRATOR: –Sabrina and Amanda have finally completed their appetizers. You’re so awesome. NARRATOR: Now the pressure is on Tek on the grill station to get out the entrees. Five New York strop, one chicken. ALL: Yes, Chef. Louder. ALL: Yes, Chef. – Let’s go. You need to organize them a little bit better so we can get more on. I know. I’m going to. Just chill for a second. This is my station, and I know what I’m doing. So back off. Stand by, yes? A white [inaudible],, five New York strip, one chicken. She’s not even answering me. Got a strip coming up now. No one’s got my back here. Five strip, one chicken, walking up now. Let’s go then. Where’s the strip? Five orders. Fuck off, Tek. Tek. That’s fucking– that’s still blue in there. Yeah, just touch that on top there. Touch. Come on. Touch it, Suzanna. Touch. Get it back in the oven now. Fingers are going right through. It’s blue. Do you have room to start grilling up more. Yeah, I will, in one second. These are flatter, OK? These are thinner. There were like five people working a one person station. Like, I know how to cook. I’m not a fucking dumb-ass. Unfortunately, there aren’t numerous hot places on the grill. – OK. Mark ’em and throw them in the oven. I got a 500 degree oven back here. You can’t rely on that grill to cook your food for you. The grill has a purpose in that moment, and that purpose is to mark your food, and then you finish it in the oven. Where’s the steaks? Coming up withe steaks. Now they’re burnt. I am fucking so upset. That’s nice and cooked. That’s nice and cooked. And what are they for? They’re black. How can I serve that and that on the same table, Tek? Sorry, Chef. I’m so embarrassed. What’s the matter with you, Madam. Have the dining room have got their entrees. Your half is standing staring. Tek talks more of a game, but if she can’t back it up, she’s going home. This week [inaudible] for you, madam. Hey, madam, this is fucking serious, and you’re shit. This is [inaudible] get out of my sight. Come on. Jesus. All Tek to do was mark the steaks and throw them in the oven real quick. Listen. Listen. Tek, how long is that steak going to take? Two minutes in the convection. – How long? – Two minutes. Two minutes. Start cooking all those meats. Cook it, cook it, cook it. Dude, make sure this side doesn’t get burnt. When there’s nine people like, yelling and grabbing things, it’s hard to maintain your focus. And it’s just frustrating. NARRATOR: While the women try to move Tek and her steaks along, the men are successfully sending out entrees. Two chicken, one penne. NARRATOR: But one member of the blue team is still worried. Dave, you got to get them going now, in a pan in the oven. I am a little concerned for Dave and his hand. Can I pop them off for you? No, dude, it’s chill. I got it. Jesus. You’re freaking me out, Andy. All right, dude. Relax. No, like, I appreciate your help, but– All right. Got it. I got it. – You what I’m saying? I have my routine. Resume Get the fuck off my station, dude. Because I know what I’m doing. Once I start fucking up, then you can get on my balls. NARRATOR: With Dave single-handedly delivering another entree to the pass– Amazing, amazing, amazing. NARRATOR: –diners on the blue side are enjoying their food. It’s good. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, not a single diner on the red side has received an entree. I just wish I was over there, because they got their food already. – Come on. You got to hurry up, ladies. Yeah? Yes, chef. Can we get one burger out? Tek, what’s going? Five New York strips. I got the burger working right now, chef. Have the cheeseburgers just gone on? Yes, Chef. Oh, fuck off. Dear god, she’s a mess. Tek, come here, you. Yes, Chef? Come here. What are you doing? You’re not even with me. Yes, I am, Chef. I didn’t hear the burger order. I’m sorry. – Get it out. Yes, Chef. I will get it out right now. Thank you, Chef. Come on, guys. I got this. I got this. I really can’t believe this is happening. We haven’t sent out anything. Tek, do something. NARRATOR: While Tech starts over on the first entrees, in the blue kitchen, it’s Jim who’s getting grilled. Hey Jim, touch it with your fingers. You’ve got control with your fingers. – Yes, Chef. – There, touch. There we go. They’re ready. When you got a tong and you’re stabbing it, stabbing it, stabbing it. You don’t perform an appendicitis, you fuck. Yes, Chef. I’m going to go up with steaks. Can I go? There’s one saving grace there tonight, that fucking Kevin’s standing behind him. – Right behind you. Right behind you. Coming down, gentlemen. Chef Ramsay seems to pick on Jim, but I think Jim did a great job. Guys, I need drawn butter. – Behind, behind, behind. – Too much, too much. I got ’em. – Right behind. Come on, come on, come on, come on. I was already on it. Already doing it. Catfish garnish, let’s go. I had my station under control, but I was being shortchanged on the credit. Steaks right now. Right now. Because Kevin likes to look like Superman. – Last ticket. – Going to the pass. Let me take it. NARRATOR: With Kevin’s help, Jim manages to send out the blue team’s final entree. I got the grill off, guys, OK? Hey, guys, I need dessert plates. In the red kitchen, Tek’s first entrees are finally ready to go. Let’s go. NARRATOR: But a crucial element of he surf and turf– Where’s the lobster? NARRATOR: –is missing in action. Where’s the lobster? Right here, Chef. I saw Tek in a panic, so I just took over. I just wanted to get the food out. Come on. This is not possible. Come here. All of you, come here. Whatever it is, it’s not my fault. This is not fucking possible. This cannot be true. What is that there? What is that there? What is that? This is– That is fucking raw. Raw. Come on, Amanda. All you had to do was put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn’t char, baste it, and send it up. That’s all you had to deal. It’s a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar. How can you get confused with raw fucking grilled lobster. I don’t know where to go, I can’t even turn around and look in the dining room, I’m so fucking embarrassed. This is still first table. That’s their last. Fuck off. We haven’t sent an entree out. NARRATOR: It’s an hour and a half into the homecoming party, and unbelievably, none of the red diners– Yeah, but we’re not getting served. NARRATOR: –have received an entree. Stupid cows. Oh, fucking hell. Hey, have you finished? – Dessert, Chef. – Desserts. Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here. Yes, Chef. Hey, guys, get on a section, will you, please? Yes. Oh. Add insult to injury, rub salt in wound. What just happened? Away now. Two penne, three New York strip, two chicken, one catfish. ALL: Yes, Chef. [shouting] Yeah, boys. That’s right. I can hear it. It’s them bitches crying. Do you need anything? No, I’m good. JIM: There was just scraps of meat just everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse, like a hand grenade went off in a cow’s ass. Normal, medium, well done. Yeah? Let’s go. NARRATOR: Now that the men have taken over the red kitchen, entrees are finally making their way out to the dining room. [cheering] Your mac and cheese needs two minutes. The girls team had a complete collapse of the system. Last ticket. Let’s go. Serve this, please. We went over, put a bow on it, and that’s it. NARRATOR: With Kevin finishing up desserts for the blue kitchen and the rest of them men completing the red team’s tickets– We need lobster, guys. NARRATOR: –the entire dining room has finally been served. Gentlemen, Thank you. Fuck off to your kitchen. ALL: Yes, Chef. – Ladies? ALL: Yes, Chef? That was no fucking hero’s welcome. That was pathetic at its best. Yes, Chef. Clear down. Oh, I’m so mad right now. I’m so frustrated. We should have been able to get that stuff out. And I don’t to like, dog my team, but I can work with incompetent people. NARRATOR: Tonight’s dinner service was another high point in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s been an absolute pleasure. I hope you enjoyed your evening. – Thank you. Good to see you Thank you. NARRATOR: But only one team rose to the occasion. Men, you saved the evening. Thank you. Ladies, that was crap. Before you even sent one entree, the men have completed every entree. And they’re half injured. Raw lobster tail, blue steaks. No teamwork, no communication, and just a complete meltdown. I was dying there. You guys are slipping fast. Hold a meeting now, and based on everything that you’ve witnessed not just tonight, but every service so far in Hell’s Kitchen, and think hard about which two women you want to drop from your team. Is that clear? ALL: Yes, Chef. Piss off, will you? Yes, chef. Crap. Good job, boys. We knock them out the box. We just buried them. It was ugly. Yeah! [laughing] Blue team is whooping it up right now. It was a nice win. I agree. We have to get rid of the weakest links. Chef told us, look at the weakest people on your team. Who’s the worst out of them? I don’t know. You could kind of take your pick. At this point, it’s basically, who can cook and who can’t cook? I know how to cook. Like, I was psyched to jump on the grill. Like, I’ve done it 100,000 times. But I’m not used to like, marking shit off and finishing it in the oven. Every time you’re at a station, you say that, though. The grill should have only been used for one thing, mark it and get it off the grill. All you had to do was just listen to me. You know, I had a bad service. But I don’t want to fucking go home. I want to be here. I want to be here at the end. I’m really sorry guys to have fucked up this service. Like, the first table, like– That first table, that went out raw. I’m sick of this shit. No more fucking pussy footing. No more girls are girls. We gotta be sensitive. This is real, guys. I know nobody wants to go home, you know? So who’s your two? I’d have to say Tek and Amanda. I can cook, though. But you’re weak in general. I just don’t have any confidence in Amanda. Every time we have service, she just shuts down, and I can’t have that on my team. Tennille, considering that you’ve been on the block a few times says that you have been the weakest. I like Tennille, but that this is a business decision. It’s not personal. I don’t deserve it. You guys are not going to keep throwing me under the bus and act like I don’t bang my shit out and do my job. You didn’t fucking listen to me. I run a fucking steak house, and I told you. I was behind you 100 and fucking percent, all of you. I’m sick of this shit. Y’all can say whatever the hell y’all want to say. But tonight, you are not putting Tennille on that block. NARRATOR: The men saved the day, and now they are safe. But the women must put two teammates in the line of fire. OK. Ladies, have you made your decision? ALL: Yes, Chef. Good. Tennille? Yes, Chef? First nominee, and why, please? Chef, the first nominee today, Chef– Chef, the first nominee was Tek. Tek. Yes, chef. Why was that? The team felt as if Tek has deflated in the last several services. Right. Second nominee. Unfortunately, Chef, which is a load of bullshit, I’ve been put up, Chef. I’m not the fucking weakest person on this team, though. Who do you think should be the second nominee? Amanda, Chef. Interesting. God almighty. Right. Tek and Tennille, step forward, please. Let’s cut the bullshit, shall we? Amanda, get your ass up here. Tennille, why should you stay in Hell’s Kitchen? Every fucking challenge, every fucking service, I get better. I’m better for the team. I’m getting stronger. I think it’s bullshit that I’m up here. How many times have you been up here? I’ve been up here twice, man. They know I’m getting strong, so now they scared. Have you got anything left in the tank? Yeah, Chef. I’ve been busting my fucking ass. Don’t you see how pissed off I am that I’m even up here. This is bullshit. I shouldn’t even be up here. Do me a favor. Yes, Chef? Back in line. Yes, Chef. Tek, why should you stay? I know that I have it in me to have these successes. I don’t want to walk out of Hell’s Kitchen as a failure. Seriously? Do you care? There’s no part of me that ever stops caring. I’m so passionate about food, Chef. Amanda. Yes, Chef? Why should you stay in Hell’s Kitchen? Because I know I can get more vocal and stronger as I go, and I haven’t had a horribles on the line. I’m not convinced, Amanda. Are you done? I think you’re beat. I think you’re toast. No, I’m not done, Chef. I know I can do it. I’m looking right through your eyes, and I think you’re done. I don’t see anything left. I know I can do it, Chef. Are you sure? Yes. I’m very sure. What is that? That is fucking raw. Raw. We haven’t sent an entree out. How can serve that and that on the same table, Tek? Sorry, Chef. This is fucking serious, and you’re shit. Tek, give me your jacket and leave Hell’s Kitchen. Thank you for the opportunity. Back in line, Madam Life is not over for me after "Hell’ Kitchen" because I am a crazy, bad ass girl, and I am a hell of a lot better cook than Chef Ramsay saw. "Hell’s Kitchen" is only going to get harder. The winner this year in "Hell’s Kitchen" is going to become the head chef at the Araxi Restaurant and Bar welcoming the world to the 2010 Olympics. The pressure’s on me to find that right person, because I am not going to make myself look stupid. Piss off. I don’t trust none of them. I’m not playing no more. From now on, it’s Tennille time. For all of you all, sit on it. The girls are just going slowly, but steadily. We just sit back and just watch them pick each other off. They’re making it easy. I kept on waiting for Tek to emerge. She couldn’t even handle her station. Tek had a total meltdown.