The Worst Opening Night Disasters | Hell’s Kitchen

Opening night jitters? These chefs had full-blown panic attacks. We’re reliving the most spectacular Hell’s Kitchen opening night meltdowns, proving that even pros can crack under Ramsay’s watchful eye.

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First table in, Chef. OK, here we go, red
team, first ticket on order four covers table 31
two Caesar’s salad, special, two scallop. RED TEAM: Yes, Chef. Let’s go. The scallops are her, right? No, no, no. We’re cooking her scallops. Me and Nicole are on fish. And she’s totally lost. You remember
everything he called? No. As soon as the
first order drops, she’s like I can’t do this. I can’t do that and I
don’t understand this and I don’t understand that. I’m dropping the scallops now. I don’t have time to
babysit her tonight. You look good, girl. That one’s got a little
brown a little bit. NARRATOR: While Joy takes
charge of the fish station. Walking with
scallops in one minute. NARRATOR: Over in the
blue kitchen, the men. OK, blue team on
order two Caesar salads, special table-side, one
scallop, one risotto. Yes? BLUE TEAM: Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: Are eager to get their
first appetizers to the pass. Four more minutes. Feeling the heat. This is the time
for me to show what I am capable of, what my
talents are, the whole G-pack. That’s three minutes. Give it a second. Give it a second. Yep, I’ve cooked risotto
like a billion times. To be honest, it’s
not that tough. How is that lobster tail? I’m ready. Risotto going to the pass. Risotto goes to the pass. Scallops in the window, Chef. Good job, team. Good job, good job. NARRATOR: GORDON RAMSAY: Hey,
all of you come here. Soup, like liquid. Runny liquid. It’s so fucking
runny you can’t even spot the fucking rice in there. Men here, hey. You as well. What do you think of
that lobster tail? DeMarco, it just looks nasty. Shriveled, rock hard, it’s
like a fucking golf ball. Then here, scallops come
up, beautifully seared– I was like yes! On one fucking side. Look. How opposite can one scallop be? Get a fucking grip. Let’s go. Wake up. NARRATOR: While Gabriel,
Gaurav, and DeMarco start over on their appetizers. Two scallops coming, Chef. NARRATOR: Back in
the red kitchen, Scallops, Chef. NARRATOR: Joy has promptly
delivered her first two orders of scallops. I’m about to walk
with the risotto. Who cooked the scallops? Me, Chef. Yeah, come over,
let’s go, Joy, speed. Just touch them.
Huh? They’re rubber. I’ll re-fire. Every time you fuck up
scallops, I’ve got to re-fire the whole fucking risotto. You know how long that takes? OK? I’ll go re-fire
another one, Chef. That’s exactly what
you’re going to do. That’s another two, by the way. Yes, Chef. Nicole can you help us
with these scallops? NARRATOR: While Joy tries
to get her station partner Nicole involved, in
the blue kitchen– Risotto going out right now. NARRATOR: Gaurav is
hoping his second attempt at risotto will be up to
Chef Ramsay’s standards. Chef Ramsay’s at
the pass and he’s swirling at it, looking at it. Oh god. GORDON RAMSAY: Gaurav. Comes right back around. Way too much pepper in that. Just too hot. It’s a fucking risotto
not a vindaloo. Yes, Chef. I love black pepper
in my risotto. Just for the records. NARRATOR: While Gaurav learns
the differences between his way and the Hell’s Kitchen way, Going to be very
gentle on it, sir. NARRATOR: Back on the red side,
– Hold on. You can see it. Hold on, hold on, hold on. NARRATOR: Joy and
Nicole are determined to put out perfect scallops. Pull it off the heat. Pull it off the heat. All right. These are overcooked. We need to fire
another scallop, Chef. Then I need the
other one right? Coming, Chef. Where’s the other scallops? Coming up, Chef.
One minute, Chef. It’s the same table how
can it be a minute behind? I messed up the
other scallops, Chef. Fucking hell. JOY: We can’t fuck
up anymore scallops. This is it. I’m done. Fuck the scallops. I’m done.
That’s it. Fuck that. I’m done with scallops. I’m done with the
fucking scallops, man. I’m fucking done. One thing I don’t
do is give up. And one thing I can’t do
is work next to somebody who is going to give up. I’m done, girl. That’s it. I’m done. GORDON RAMSAY: Are you OK?
– Yeah. I’m OK, Chef.
– You’re sure? Yes, Chef. The attitude stinks. If you don’t put
any effort into it, do me a favor take that
apron off and fuck off home. Yes, Chef. Extraordinary. Yeah. Fuck you, yeah.
– Don’t worry about it. We’re going to finish this. We’re coming back
believe it or not. NARRATOR: It’s 45 minutes
into dinner service and not a single appetizer
has left the kitchen. Ah should we go make
this ourselves, or what? NARRATOR: In what is shaping
up to be one of the worst starts to an opening night. Back in the red kitchen, Sandra, let me know
when you’re ready for me to fire the scallops, please. NARRATOR: Joy and Sandra
are having a difficult time getting on the same page. JOY: How much longer? Trust me I will tell
you when I’m a few minutes out because
that’s all you need to sear frickin’ scallops. I’m about to fire
these scallops now. You have to wait till I am
ready to give you a time you can drop your god damn food. Oh, mind you so you can screw
it up and I got to re-fire mine, again. Two Caesar salad, one risotto,
one scallops, how long? I need two minutes on
the scallops and I’m off. I’m going to need
like five minutes. She says five.
She’s not even talking to you. I need five minutes. Hang tight, It takes a minute. Why is she fucking me like this? – Hey, Joy?
– Yes, Chef. Have you given up? No, Chef. What did I just say there? Chef, can you run the
order back to me, please? Oh my gosh. She’s already
crying, screaming. Relax, girl. Relax. Joy, please, calm down. Get it together. Relax. NARRATOR: As the
bad news continues to pour into the red kitchen. I’m pulling the scallops now. NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
shifts his attention back to the blue kitchen. How long for the risotto? Risotto two more
minutes, Chef. NARRATOR: Desperate
to witness something, There’s nothing coming out! NARRATOR: Anything positive. There’s nine of
you fucking standing there playing with yourselves. Oh, no.
Hey, you. Hey. Come here, you. We do not stick our fingers
in the fucking food, lick it, and then
go back inside. What is this?
– Sorry, Chef. Does anyone have any
respect for the customers sitting behind me?
– I’ll get a grip, Chef. Don’t worry about
getting a grip. Next time, you’re out. Are you kidding me? You’re going to not take
my risotto because I check the rise rice
and then finally clean my finger with my tongue? Get it together. Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: While Gaurav
is given one last chance to clean up his act, I say, like five more minutes. NARRATOR: Back in
the red kitchen. I’m walking with the scallops. Ready when you are. NARRATOR: Joy is still trying
to open up communications with JOY: Sandra? Am I ready to go
with these scallops? Sandra’s killing me. She wasn’t talking to me at all. Am I ready to go with the? I want to get this right. It just takes too
long to refire. JOY: I’m gonna go by myself. You going to start crying now? JOY: I need you to say my name. I can’t hear anything. Joy. JOY: Thank you or Nicole.
– Drop the scallops. Are you ready for me
to drop the scallops? I need like another minute. I don’t need you to be a
smart-ass, I need us to work. [interposing voices] The fuck are you yelling at? Calm the fuck down. It’s just embarrassing. It’s like hens in a hen house. It’s like [chicken noises]. Don’t get fucking
wise with me. Hey, hey, stop it. All of you come here. All of you. Sandra and Joy what’s
going on with you two? [interposing voices] GORDON RAMSAY: We
need to get going. RED TEAM: Yes, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Put your
differences aside and communicate with each other. RED TEAM: Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: While a communication
breakdown has brought the red kitchen to a halt, Come on ladies, we’ve
got to pull it together or we’re going to get
our asses kicked out. NARRATOR: Back in
the blue kitchen, Risotto by itself. NARRATOR: Chef
Ramsay has a question for DeMarco and Gabriel. – Where’s the lobster?
– I’m ready. Want it? No, no, no, no, leave it.
Put it back in there. Put it back in. DeMarco, you got to
be a fucking idiot. I’m not sending out raw lobster. Is it cooked? Yes, good to go. Lobster tail, Chef. Hey, DeMarco. It’s overcooked. It’s like a fucking bullet. Come here, you. Oh, shit. This can’t be happening. Not again, man. Just touch it. Yes, Chef. I’ll get you another
one right now. GORDON RAMSAY: So he
has the risotto ready and then you give him a big
bowl of elastic band, supposedly a lobster. Fuck off DeMarco.
DEMARCO: Gabriel. Come one, dude. If you just let me do it,
they’d be fucking perfect. Wake up, you.
DEMARCO: Yes, Chef. – Wake up.
– Yes, Chef. NARRATOR: While DeMarco
starts over on the lobster, in the red kitchen, Sandra
is finally communicating. SANDRA: Walking in like 10
seconds with this risotto. Why wouldn’t you tell me? I keep screaming
that I’m walking with it for like a minute.
GORDON RAMSAY: Scallops! – Let’s go!
– Coming right now, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Lobster! That lobster tail
should’ve been done. Walking with risotto. Where’s the lobster? Coming right now, Chef. Lobster, drop a lobster, Joy. Stop right there. Did you say drop the lobster? Yes, I did, Chef. Come here, you two. You, come here. The lobster is not even in. How long is it going to take
you to cook that lobster tail? – 45 seconds, Chef.
– Really? Yes Do you know what? Get me lobster
cooked in 45 seconds. Your time starts now. Good luck, best wishes. 15 seconds gone. The pressure is on. Come on. 30 seconds gone. Just like, oh, my
gosh, cook faster. 40 seconds gone. Time. Here we go. Cold. Touch it in the middle. Cold and raw. Oops. Chef, I did not
hear from risotto. You didn’t hear. The communication
is fucked up. Communication, yeah,
it’s really fucked up. Let me communicate something
really clear to you, you, you fuck off upstairs. I’m done. Get out. Hope you heard that one. My beautiful risotto’s
fucking sitting there and the first thing they do
is they tell Gordon Ramsay, oh well she didn’t
tell us when to do it. You all think it’s cool
throwing me under the bus after you nod to me? Both of us, all of us, [interposing voices] I didn’t say nothing? I’ve been fucking calling it for
the past four fucking minutes. Sandra– Fuck that shit. NARRATOR: While
the ladies continue team building upstairs, Oh, whatever. NARRATOR: Downstairs,
DeMarco and Gabriel hope they finally have a dish
worthy enough for Chef Ramsay. Scallops in the window, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Big
boy, come here you. All of you just
touche the scallops. They’re bullets,
they’re rubber bullets. Look at the color of them. That’s overcooked rubber shit. What are you two doing? Fuck off out of here. Get out. All of you, get out. I’m done. We got kicked
out of the kitchen. It’s really fucking frustrating. Chef, can I stay? Get out. NARRATOR: With all of the men
kicked out of the kitchen, GORDON RAMSAY: How long? 30 more seconds, Chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Let’s go, then. If they’re ready,
I’ll take them. OK, yes, Chef. NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay turns
to what’s left of the women to save opening night. GORDON RAMSAY: They’re rubber. Way, way overcooked. Who cooked them? Bev, started them,
I finished them. Just touch them. They’re rubber. They’re bouncing. They bounce. This is the worst opening
night in the history of Hell’s Kitchen. Get out. – Yes, Chef.
– Jean-Philippe? Oui, Chef? I cannot stand the
embarrassment any longer. Shut it down. NARRATOR: Both kitchens are
ready for dinner service and Chef Ramsay has high hopes. I’m expecting a
bloody good service. Yes, chef. Good, let’s go. NARRATOR: But moments from
opening, his optimism– Oh dear. Who killed these? NARRATOR: Begins to fade. Who cooked the fondants? – Lovely.
– Lovely. – Yes, chef?
– Which they’re not. Come here. Why are these all cooked? We put in the oven when
the order comes on. Yes, chef. We haven’t even opened
yet and you’ve cooked them. That’s all we
have to work with? We’re fucking screwed. Look at that. Look, like a fucking hokey puck. Oh my god. We’re not even open yet
and you’ve screwed it up. What a fucking disaster. That’s it. The end. Get fucked. Obviously I was
thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns. Um, on it, guys. Come on, guys. I’m going to have to
bust my ass to make sure that the ladies win tonight. Jean Phillip, open
Hell’s Kitchen, please. Let’s go. [music playing] NARRATOR: This year in Hell’s
Kitchen the dining room has been completely redesigned. Chef Ramsay has also revised
and expanded the menu, adding several new
items, including a capellini appetizer, a
salmon en croute entree, and four new side dishes. I’ll have the pan
roasted carrots. I’m going to
have the scallops. Thank you. Thank you. All right, ladies,
first ticket, yes? One scallops, one capellini
entree, one salmon, one lamb. – Yes, chef.
– Let’s go. We’re going to do it, y’all. Don’t worry. OK, gentlemen, on order, one
scallops, one capellini side, one zucchini blossom flower. Oh, come on. What did I say, Tony? Capellini, one scallop, one
blossom squash bottom squash. I don’t know the recipes yet. Guys. Chef Ramsay is
going to eat us alive. When I finish calling out the
order then just shout as a team that you’ve all got
it, understood it. Yes, chef.
– Yes, chef. Let’s go. NARRATOR: As the men struggle
to begin, in the red kitchen– Picking up. Tek is already bringing
up the first appetizers. Where– hell’s bells. Tek? Yes, chef. Scallops are raw. Yeah, stone cold in the center. Cooked on one side and
fucking boiled underneath. Oh and by the way, it’s raw. Literally how hard could
it be to cook scallops? Like, oh my god,
I’m embarrassed. My pasta is a minute away. So, Lovely, so
that’s over cooked now. That’s over cooked now. Start over. Fucking hells bells. Yes, chef. Tek messed up. Now I look like I’m
all wrong, so I’m going to have to stay
on her to make sure that she’s staying
up with me so we can get apps out on time, together. Let’s fire it again, guys.
Let’s go. Do it right. NARRATOR: While
the red team starts over on their first order, the
blue team is counting on Jim. Scallops are up. NARRATOR: To get their
first appetizers out. GORDON RAMSAY: Jim. Yes, chef? Look at me, three scallops
cut in half means what? Six pieces. I’ve got four. Are you doing this on
purpose to get me going. Don’t insult Chef
Ramsay’s intelligence. Say, look at me. Count to six for me. One, two, three,
four, five, six. Louder. One, two, three,
four, five, six. – Then wake up!
– Yes, chef. I just wasn’t paying attention. Ones and twos and
threes and twos. And I thought I had
Yahtzee at one point. Jim, one minute out,
drop six pieces of scallop. Yes, chef. NARRATOR: Both Kitchens
continue to struggle with the first order. You guys are a
minute and a half now. – Yeah.
– No. This pasta is not done. NARRATOR: In the dining
room, some customers are beginning to lament ever
coming to Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t understand. I mean, we haven’t
even gotten appetizers. NARRATOR: But one
diner is returning. I have pericarditis, which
leads to heart disease. Are you coming back? No. NARRATOR: Robert has not just
been invited back for dinner, Chef Ramsay has another
plan to give a second chance to compete in Hell’s Kitchen.
– Hey, how are you? Hey, chef.
How are you? Very well, thank you. Good to see you. I brought My wife. How are you, my darling?
Nice to see you. Enjoy yourselves. Thank you very much, chef. And I’ll see you after. Thank you. NARRATOR: Back in the blue
kitchen, Kevin on capellini– Hot, hot, hot. NARRATOR: And Jim on scallops. Scallops are already away. NARRATOR: Are hoping their
second attempt at appetizers impresses Chef Ramsay. Serve it, please. Let’s go to table 10. Let’s go, guys, come on. NARRATOR: The blue
team has succeeded in sending out an order. But the red team is
still trying to get out there first appetizers. Picking up. Picking up. There we go, ladies. There we go. Way to stay in there, Tek. Look at this. I swear to god, it’s the
kind of shit you’d expect Tiger Woods to tee off with. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, rubber. NARRATOR: But they
have to start over. It’s limp and shit. NARRATOR: And over. It’s fucking raw. We’ve only had one table,
but have made the same dish six million times. That’s chaos. That’s like apocalyptic chaos. Re-fire, one capellini,
one scallops, guys. On the hoo ha. NARRATOR: While the women
start over one more time, the men are already
moving on to entrees. – How long on those lamb?
– Two more minutes. All right, fellas. NARRATOR: And on
the meat station, diner Chef Louie is
tending the lamb. – Louie.
– Yes, sir? Did you just put
a lamb in the oven? Yes. Oh my god. Hey, guys, come here. Quick, quick, quick, quick. I think you should
know, Louie’s on entrees and the fucking lamb
goes in the oven like that, no salt, no pepper,
no seasoning, not even seared. I’m sorry. Louie, why do we sear meat? It’s to lock in
the juices, sir. To give it color,
to improve the flavor. Sorry, sir. You’re a man. There’s a primal
instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it. Fucking hell. NARRATOR: While everyone
on the blue team rallies behind Louie– Get a bunch of pans on
and get them searing hot. Turn it, render that
fat as much as you can. Super hot.
Right over the heat. Leave it there. NARRATOR: Everyone
on the red team is still working on
their first appetizers. For the eighth
time, can I have one fucking scallops
and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini? Let’s go. This is right this time. OK, you taste the
pasta and you tell me. First check and we’re rolling.
Let’s go. We can do it. Is it cooked or not?
– Good. Yes? Let’s go. Is that cooked? Looks undercooked. Is it cooked? Oh god. It’s not cooked? No, it’s not cooked. Not cooked. Oh my god. Why did you throw
that away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove,
put a lid on top and 30 seconds cooking it. What did you do, you just
trash it straight away. Melinda, she had that
deer in the headlight look. And that’ll kill you. Look at all this fucking– who’s putting all
this in the bin? How many portions are
you putting in there? How much is in the bin? Look! Look! What the fuck is this? Hey, madame, how much capellini
are you throwing away? Look at it. What are you doing, Melinda? What are you doing? You’re making me mad. Yes, chef. Fucking mad. Yes, chef. That girl going to
lead us to destruction. She’s stupid. Man. NARRATOR: While
the women have not managed to put out a single
dish, over in the blue kitchen, the men have served
eight appetizers. Service, please. And Louie is
determined to do whatever it takes to send out an entree. Joseph. Yes, chef. You’re on the garnish. Yes. Louie’s on the meat. Yes. He’s cooking the spinach. Why? I don’t know why. I thought I had to put
it all together, chef. What’s your station? I’m doing lamb and
rack of lamb and chicken. So why are
cooking the spinach? I thought it went
on the plate, sir. I was just trying
to get a head start. Maybe Chef Ramsay should
just pull the panties out of his ass or something. Louie. Yes, sir. We’ve got enough
problems cooking lamb. I don’t want you touching
the fucking spinach. – OK.
– Chef, let me do the lamb. Bring him over here, please. Listen, listen,
listen, listen to me. Yeah.
– Yes. – My fucking kitchen.
– Absolutely. – My fucking restaurant.
– All right. And right now, big boy, I’m
looking like a fucking idiot. I got it. Joseph, we’re not at war,
we’re just in a kitchen. So calm down and let’s
cook some carrots. NARRATOR: It’s halfway
through dinner service and diners are missing
their appetizers. How long have we
been waiting here? NARRATOR: And the red
kitchen is missing– What happened to Lovely?
NARRATOR: A chef. I started feeling nauseated. So I was like, OK, Lovely. You need to sit down
for your health. Drink this water. I drank four bottles of
water because I wanted it. My body was craving hydration. NARRATOR: Lovely is missing in
action but the rest of the team is determined to get food out. Salmon, lamb, please. How long? Seven minutes, chef. Hey, what’s that
piece of shit there? Supposed to be the salmon. Holy fuck. Look at that. It’s like a bison’s penis. What is that shit? Look at that. Stone cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon
in the freezer? Me. I fucked it up. The salmon was my fault
because I stuck it in a freezer instead of the fridge. And it was frozen. Yeah, you fucked up big time. All the salmon’s the same. I think we should 86 it.
– That’s right. Because she wrapped it frozen. And we have five on order. And we got five on order. Five on order. Hey, ditsy, great job. Yes, chef. Ah, fuck off. Good to see you back. Are you OK, lovely? I’ll be fine, I guess. NARRATOR: After
Lovely’s heroic return, the red team gets back to work. Tek, you good? Just get a little more
color on the other side. NARRATOR: Over in
the blue kitchen, Louie is hoping this entree
is the one to finally make it to the dining room. [music playing] Louie. What is that? What is that? Did you bite that? Look, that’s one.
That’s the other. It’s on the same fucking table. Louie’s lost. He’s out of his league. What’s all that lamb here? Look at this. Hey, Van, you and Joseph,
salt. Look at this. Look. Look. Look. What the fuck is this? Louie. Yes, sir. Fuck off back there. Get out. Yes, get fucked, pile of shit. Hey, get upstairs. Get your bags packed– Can I help?
Can I help in the kitchen? Yeah, you can help me. Get out! You want me out? You want me to pack
my fucking bags? I’m out. My bags are packed. He can kiss my fucking ass. NARRATOR: With the kitchen
at a complete standstill– It’s like a bad dream. NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
is left with no choice. Switch it off. Yes chef. Fuck off. Anybody sitting at
home thinking they can do this, good luck. It’s tough. Never had a dinner
service like that. It was a complete
and utter nightmare. NARRATOR: It’s been
a long and disastrous night in Hell’s Kitchen. But Chef Ramsay’s
work isn’t done yet. It’s now time for him to
put his plan into action. First of all, it’s
bloody good to see you. – Thank you, chef.
– Yes. You lost your opportunity
due to health reasons. Right now, I would love you
to seriously consider coming back into Hell’s Kitchen. I have a second chance
and you know, you don’t get many second chances in life. I would love to take that offer. I would love to see you back.
Do you know why? Thank you, chef. Because you
deserve to come back. Thank you very much. Because you’re a
bloody talented cook. Thank you. – Don’t be upset.
– I’m not. I’m so happy. Say goodbye to your dear lady. I’ll see you in there
in a minute, yes? Thanks, chef. Good to see you, Robert. Yes. Baby, I’m back. You know what I’m saying? And I plan on winning
Hell’s Kitchen. OK, ladies. On order, first ticket in,
three covers, table 31. Two burrata, one
scallops, one muscles. Yes, Chef. OK, do you have a spatula? Where’s the ones that
flips the scallops with? What? Where’s the other ones– That’s these ones. Crazy Gina, she doesn’t
know what she’s doing. She hasn’t been here all day. Now she wants to cook scallops. Really? JA’NEL: Gina’s in
La La land flipping the scallops a million times. You know it’s a simple sear. One side, other side, that’s it. SUSAN: Over and over. Come on. Don’t put them back over,
don’t put them back over. You ready scallops? Yes, ready. OK, walk it girl, walk it. SUSAN : God only
knows what these scallops are going to be like. This is not the way the
red kitchen wants to start. CHEF RAMSAY : Who
cooked the scallops? SUSAN : Here we go. We’re already going
to get laid into. Who cooked them?
GINA: I did Chef. Ugh! Excellent. Thank you. SUSAN : These are the
immaculate scallops. How does this happen? Good job, girl. Good job. NARRATOR: To the shock
of her teammates, Gina has delivered
perfect scallops. Told ya I can cook scallops. NARRATOR: While in
the blue kitchen, the men can’t even deliver– On order, On two rissote
one mussels, one scallops. NARRATOR: –a response. The correct
response is, Yes Chef. The Blue Teams response is– Guys? Yes, Chef. Thank you. NARRATOR: For all the
appetizers to be delivered to the first table
at the same time, Sebastian on appetizers
in the kitchen, must be in total sync with
Christian, in the dining room. Would you guys like
that spicy or mild? Oh, a slight kick. Slight kick. Just start rocking
the little pan. I’ve worked in
different restaurants. I know how to make risotto, but
like, I’ve never really focused much on cooking Italian food. I’m not putting it down,
it’s just like, I’m Mexican, so I like those spices more. – Sebastian how long?
– Walking it now. Thank you.
There you go. Can I come with
scallops walking through? – Yes, just walk.
– Thank you. Scallops walking by to pass. Excuse me, gentlemen. Excuse me, Chef. Behind you Chef, hot. That’s raw. All of you, come here quick. And I mean, quick. Spoon– taste. Oh my god, here we go. Please, no. Our first ticket. Undercooked. These are undercooked. Regroup and get it together. Yes, Chef. Getting it together, Chef. Getting it together. Zach, the scallops
were cooked beautifully. Thank you Chef. CHRISTIAN: I don’t
know what to do. My muscles are ready. So I said fuck it. Enjoy guys. I’m really pissed right now. I’m doing my part out
there, and my team can’t get the first table together. Oh, and by the
way, the muscles have been served to the table. NARRATOR: While Sebastian starts
over on the risotto, Gina– Nedra, how long
for the risotto? I need five
minutes on risotto. NARRATOR: –is anxious
to prove her earlier success was no fluke. GINA: How long on
that rissotto, Nedra? Nedra? You almost done? NEDRA: Bitch, just
told five minutes. I know how long it
takes to cook scallops. Scallops, how long? GINA: How long for that risotto. How much longer? How much longer? Shut up, Gina. Nedra? Nedra, won’t tell me anything. Scallops going in. So, I’m whipping
up the scallops– Scallops ready. No, no, no, no, no, I
need two minutes on risotto. Two minutes. You crazy bitch, why did
you cook the scallops? Walking with risotto. Walking scallops. Right behind you, Chef. Hot. Fucking jesus. All of you come here. Let me show you a
little waterfall. Oh my gosh. Just touch them. Cold. Overcooked. Switch up scallops, guys. Mary do you want to do scallops? MARY: I’ll do them. No, I what to do scallops. Somebody else has
gotta do risotto. What do you mean? NEDRA: Oh, hell no. Gina, don’t throw
me under the bus because your shit ain’t right. How long on scallops? Now, drop– just fuck off. JA’NEL: You got some good
color on there, don’t burn it. This bitch couldn’t cook
a scallop to save her life. I know that Chef is
about to find out. I got the scallops ready. Go Gina, you gotta go. Walking scallops, Chef. Mm-hm, good luck to you, Gina. Risotto? Right behind you, Chef. Hot. Ah. All of you, come here. I guaranteed a complete
service tonight. You can’t even hold it
together for the second ticket. Get out, Gina. Nedra, the risotto
was delicious. – Thank you, Chef.
– Go ladies. Ha ha. A beep beep whoop. GINA: Nedra, how many minutes? Uh, five minutes. OK, that was two
fucking minutes ago. I’m so pissed. Those little bitches. They better watch out. There’s going to be war. OK, risotto’s ready, Brother. Scallops walking
up to the pass. NARRATOR: The men are
finally ready to impress Chef Ramsay with
their second attempt on the first order
of appetizers. Come on, guys. CHEF RAMSAY : Service, please. Here we go. Come on. – Blue team is on a roll.
– Second ticket. Keep it rolling guys. Three capellini, one
scallops, one muscles. How long? I need 60 seconds. We are finally jelling
together as a team. Walking. Scallops walking
up to the pass. Excuse me, Chef. Taste that. How hot is that? Spicy, spicy. All of you, taste that. It’s too spicy and
it’s disgusting. Trash. And again, scallops
cooked beautifully. What the fuck is going on? It’s like deja vu in
this motherf*****. How many times have you
cooked scallops tonight and not served them? Twice, Chef. Sorry, Bro. Sebastian, get it together. SEBASTIAN: Yes, Chef. Come on guys, let’s go. OK, Mikey Wikey. I messed up a few times but
I’m getting in with the groove. I’m playing around. Trying to make the environment
a little bit looser. Zacky–
– We got uh– SEBASTIAN: –talk to me–
– –three halibut, one branzino. SEBASTIAN: Zacky Wacky? CHEF RAMSAY : Hey, you. Hey, come here, you. Zacky Wacky.
– Chef, sir. Hey, Look at me.
Hey, look. Is this a fucking joke? No, chef. Zacky Wacky. – I apologize about that Chef.
– Yeah. Do me a favor.
Get out! Yes, Chef. Fuck off will you.
Get out! Yes, Chef. Upstairs! Get out! ANTHONY: So, Sebastian
gets kicked out. Didn’t see that coming. Zacky Wacky. ANTHONY: What are you doing? Where the hell are
you going, Sebastian? OK, yeah, you come back. CHEF RAMSAY : Second time. Get out! Gah, are you kidding me? CHEF RAMSAY : Fuck off, Wacky. NARRATOR: The Blue Team
is now down a chef. And it’s up to John to handle
the appetizer station solo. I need two minutes, please. NARRATOR: While in
the dining room– My Blue team’s
backed up a little bit so, I’m give you the muscles. MAN: OK. NARRATOR: –Christian is
successfully serving muscles– MAN: Will I still
get the risotto? NARRATOR: –whether the
diners ordered them or not. CHRISTIAN: I just started
going to the table, to have their food
waiting for so long, to try to help
our Blue team out. I apologize for the
service of my team and I hope you guys enjoy. Walking with risotto, guys. NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
with Gina gone, the Red team is cranking
out the appetizers. Go, please. Yep, asparagus. NARRATOR: Now it’s up to Jessica
and Cyndi, on the meat station, and Danielle and
Susan, on garnish, to keep up the momentum. On order– four
covers, table 51, entree one chicken, one short
trip, pasta, two Wellington. Yes, Chef. DANIELLE: I don’t understand
how you’re expected to remember all the tickets. Six covers away,
table 30, entree two halibut, one bass, one
port, one lamb, one Wellington. Yes, Chef. You OK? I’ve never worked
in a brigade before. Oh, really? Never. I cannot believe the
Danielle is a head chef. A head chef of what? A hot dog stand. – Three risotto, two burrata.
– Let’s go. What are you reading
that for, Danielle? DANIELLE: I was trying to see if
that was the ticket just to see what you had just called. Where’s your ticket
that I just called? Well, it’s
supposed to be but– And if it’s not there– let’s walk three steps together. One, two, three and is there. You’re making such hard
work out of nothing. I have no idea why Danielle
can’t get it together. I am embarrassed for her. Three steps. First ticket, second ticket. OK?
– Yes. – No fuck off.
– Yes. Thank you. NARRATOR: While Danielle
gets a lesson in kitchen 101, on the Blue side– JON: My risotto’s
ready to walk, dude. Yeah, let’s go. NARRATOR: –Jon, without
the help of Sebastian– Right behind, right behind,
CHEF RAMSAY : Good. Service, let’s go. NARRATOR: –has gotten
the men back on track– GUEST: Thank you, buddy. it looks really nice. Mmm hmm. NARRATOR: –and they are now
ready to move on to entrees. Two lamb, two Wellington. Five minutes in the window.
– Yes, Chef. Five minutes, in the window. I’m pretty excited about
working meat tonight. I decided that I was
going to do the lamb, and Barrett has the Wellington. Wellington’s in. I cook lamb every day. I mean, we run it for specials. I was even thinking about
putting it on my next menu. Jeremy, 2 and 1/2 out on
two lamb and two Wellington. Got it? Got it? I need to still cut it. You don’t think
that’s still raw? Nah, once it rests, Bro. All right. Ready to go? MICHAEL: Put it in the pass. I know my lambs
perfectly cooked, so I don’t think we have
anything to worry about. CHEF RAMSAY : That’s raw. Yeah, hey, come here. Come here. Oh my god. Got two on re-fire, Chef. You gotta be fucking
kidding me, man. Like, suddenly I don’t
know how to cook. Firing another Wellington. NARRATOR: While the
Blue kitchen waits for a do-over on Michael’s
lamb, over in the Red kitchen– CHEF RAMSAY : Keep it going
you two Wellingtons, one lamb. How long.
– Six minutes, Chef. Let’s go. NARRATOR: –Chef Ramsay is
looking for Cyndi and Jessica to deliver on the meat station. CYNDI: You putting
your lamb back in? JESSICA: No. You gotta brown off the
crust and then we gotta let it rest before we slice it. Oh, you’re right. CYNDI: Jessica’s fresh
out of culinary school, so this could be a disaster. Lamb? JESSICA: Lamb, slicing. MARY: It’s ready to go. She basically just
has to slice and walk. Fuck. This is not rocket science. [music playing] [ticking clock] CYNDI: Seriously? Slice the lamb. How long does it really take? How much of an amateur are you? CHEF RAMSAY : Where’s the lamb? Just cut through it, babe. Cut through it.
– I’m trying. NEDRA: Oh my god. Bitch, bitch been cutting
lamb for six hours now. Bitch, there’s only
24 hours in a day. I want that fucking lamb, now. Right behind, right behind. Lamb rising. Lamb, Chef. CHEF RAMSAY : Oh, mother– Who cooked the lamb? – Me, Chef.
– Perfect. Thank you, Chef. CYNDI: Who would a thought? Girl can cook some meat. Chicken walking. NARRATOR: While the Red
team pushes out entrees– CHEF RAMSAY : Service, let’s go. Looks great. Thank you so much. NARRATOR: –over in
the Blue kitchen– Garnish, two lamb,
two Wellington. NARRATOR: –Barret’s
re-fired Wellingtons– We’re good, we’re good. NARRATOR: –are
perfectly cooked. But Micheal’s lamb– MICHAEL: Guys I’m not
sending it out, under. NARRATOR: –could use
a little more time. I gotta go with these. Don’t go out there yet,
bro, the lamb’s not ready. Michael’s lamb’s not ready. Come on, guys. I’m waiting on the
lamb, Chef, I’m sorry, – You’re waiting for the lamb.
– Yeah. I was waiting for lamb, waiting
for the lamb, waiting for lamb. It’s like medium, it’s
not medium rare anymore. To
RAY: You need to go. Yeah. MICHAEL: Hold on,
hold on, wait for me. Can’t rest no
more, we got to go. Guys, walking
through Wellington. MICHAEL: Fuck me, man. Barrett, thanks for that buddy. It’s fucking– I
just can’t believe this is happening right now. Lamb! Come on Michael, bit of energy. Yes, Chef. Terrible and embarrassing. Oh god. Fuck, it’s coming back. Time out. Stop! The bone, thicker
than the fucking meat. There needs to
be meat on there, this is not a fucking
dog’s chew toy. This is lamb. And If that’s not bad
enough, they’re way overcooked. Horrible. Fuck. Michael and Barret,
dumb and dumber. You You don’t slice
the Wellington until the lamb’s ready.
– Yes, Chef. –and when it’s
together like– Oh you– Chef, can I please
come back, Chef? JON: Dude, really,
what are you doing? Perfect fucking timing. You, you come here, you. You’re making me look stupid. No, Chef. The Blue team, one
hour into service, and not one entree out. You, for the last time, take
him and him and get out. And let, me tell you something
you come back downstairs again, you’ll be leaving
through the front door. Now, get out! Yes, Chef. The three of you! You, on meat. Yes, Chef. You, on meat. Yes, Chef. Oy! Get out! Now I’m pissed off. I didn’t do anything
to get kicked out of this dinner service. NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay
looks to Ray and Anthony to step up and rescue the meat. They’re already cut. Close ’em up. NARRATOR: –but over
in the red kitchen– CHEF RAMSAY : Where’s the kale? NARRATOR: –he’s looking
for something else. CHEF RAMSAY : Kale? Yes, Chef. Black kale for the lamb–
look at you both staring. You don’t answer me Danielle. Danielle, get it together. She’s cooked the lamb perfectly
and– fucking garnish. Where’s the kale?
– Fuck. Come on, Danielle! I’m trying. I’ve never fucking
done this before. I need the kale. The protein’s nailed
perfectly, and we’re missing the fucking kale. Danielle! It absolutely
will be one minute Yes, Chef. Yes, Chef. Just lightly, lightly,
lightly, tossed. Danielle’s all
over the place, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Like that? More along this color. I’m spending more
time babysitting Danielle than I ever worrying
about my own garnish. Behind. Finally. Ladies. Touch them. Hard, Chef. Oh my god. That’s my garnish. Who cooked that? I did, Chef. Yeah, you, get out! Get out! You’re kidding me. Hey, madam, you
think it’s funny? No, no no. Take your shit with you. I know that this is not funny. I don’t deserve to be kicked out
of the kitchen, Danielle does. She was the one bringing
the station down. Danielle, don’t stop the redo. Yes, Chef. Hurry up! After that, two
chicken, two Wellington. Two chicken, two Wellington. Yes, chef. Sorry, Chef, I’m confused. Do you need the one for
the redo and the two chicken and two Wellington? Or do you just need the two
chicken and two Wellington? Get out! Fuck. Get out! It’s just really hard. And it’s a lot harder
than people know. Fuck! NARRATOR: While the women
look for someone to step up on the garnish station– JESSICA: Let’s go, we gotta
get this chicken garnish going. NARRATOR: –Chef Ramsay– Blue team let’s go. NARRATOR: –pushes the men
to keep the entrees coming. Walking, Chef. Two lambs, Chef. Service, please. Cooked perfectly. Keep it rolling, guys. Three halibut, one
bass, one chicken. Come on, guys.
– Yes, Chef. Yes, Chef. ZACH: I’m looking at
Jeremy, sauteing off kale. I could see the kale literally
catching fire, getting burnt. Chef, turn that
down some, Chef. Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, don’t even serve that. I’m not. Worry about your side
let, me do my side. Yep? Motherf*****, what? Hey! No territory bullshit. That’s my station and
I don’t need his help, so shut up, and do what
you’re supposed to be doing. Un-fucking-believeable. Here we go with three
halibut, one bass, one chicken. Seven minutes to the window. What are we going with? Two– two halibuts
and one chicken, Chef. Three halibuts. Three halibut, and
one chicken, Chef. Three halibut, one
bass, one chicken. What are we going with? The three–
three– the three– three halibut uh,two– two uh– Jeremy he’s telling it to you. Just say it right back, man. Pretty sure birds can do that. Three halibuts, one
bass, one chicken. What’s going? The three halibut– two– two– Get out! Bye-bye, Jeremy. Hahaha NARRATOR: It’s 90 minutes
into opening night– Mary– Yes, Chef. –garnish NARRATOR: And with three
members of the Red team already kicked out
of the kitchen– I’ve never worked in a
fucking brigade before. NARRATOR: –the rest of
the team is struggling to fill the vacancies– Send it without potatoes. NARRATOR: –forcing Chef Ramsay
to take the unusual measure of sending the entree
without the garnish, in hopes he will catch up on the
order before the diner notices. Go, please. We’ll send the
potatoes separate. Right. Potatoes we’re dragging
with chorizo, urgently. Yes, Yes, Chef. I am swamped right now. A few of the girls
got get kicked out, and now I’m on fish,
and, on top of that, now I’m on the garnish station. Oh my gosh. Anybody going to help her? Jacqueline, don’t
stand there staring, there’s always something to do. Yes, Chef. Chef Ramsay doesn’t
stress me out. I’m just like, relax,
channel the inner zen. Guys, I need to
get my bass in. Watch out. I’m looking at
Jacqueline, she’s not doing a damn thing right now. I need the water. Uh, Madame? Uhm, quick question. The chicken was
delivered on it’s own. Yeah, it needs garnish. You’re absolutely right. My apologies, give
me two minutes. So now the customer’s
at the window. Seven minutes ago, we
served the fucking chicken. And where are the potatoes? Coming Chef, 30 seconds. What are you doing? I had to get a water, Chef. Get out! Get out! Chef Ramsey told
me to get out. I’m like, all right. I’m going to go upstairs
and rehydrate myself. Mary, garnish? Coming, Coming, Chef. NARRATOR: Thanks to Mary,
the Red team finally delivers the missing potatoes. But in the blue kitchen– The chicken is going first. NARRATOR: –Chef
Ramsay finds himself asking a familiar question. Where’s the chicken garnish? Walking. Garnish the chicken. And what about the
risotto appetizer? Yeah, 45 seconds. CHEF RAMSAY : Need
to be more cooked. Dan, come here. Just touch that. All right, Chef. Dan, please, come on. We like five people down
in the fucking kitchen. I need you baby.
– I know that. We are going to complete
dinner service, no matter what. Two risotto going up. Two risotto. Oh, man. Look at that there, stuck
to the bottom there. Fuck, man. Jon, take that and yourself
and get the fuck out of here. When somebody gets
kicked outta the kitchen, they put more pressure
on the next to man. Woo! Raymond, taste that. Fingers– spoons are everywhere. Where, Chef? Ray, you just stuck your
finger into a risotto, in front of Chef Ramsay,
in Hell’s Kitchen. That’s just stupid. You may be the oldest ,
but out of respect, fuck off! Yes, Chef. You gotta be shitting me. Blue kitchen tonight is
like being in the middle of a natural disaster. My fucking heart is beating. I’m not feeling good right now. It’s getting hot, I
start feeling pressure. You good? ZACH: I’ve gotta just– I gotta just breathe, homes. Risotto? Risotto, Chef. – Just taste that.
– Fuck. Yeah, fuck. Fuck. Get out. Get out. Another person gets kicked out
that’s like another blow to me. I started to feel
something in my stomach. I literally feel my
body shutting down. Where’s Zach? Oh my god. Zach keeps
leaving the kitchen. All I’m thinking to myself is,
don’t go under, don’t go under. Bullshit. Zach. Zach! [puking] I’m feeling dehydrated,
it’s getting hot, and I’m starting to
lose consciousness. Oh my god. Hold on, hold on. hold on. [puking] Where’s Zach? Zach! Zach! What are you doing? I’m throwing up
for a minute, Chef. Let me just get this
out of me, please. Throwing up. Throwing up. Ah, fuck me. I’m literally telling
myself, if you think that, you know, you gonna pass out. Guess what? Think again. CHEF RAMSAY : Zach Zach. You, OK? Yeah, Chef. I’m a fucking monster. First up, three
bass, two halibut. Yeah, I’ll finishing that up. I got it, Chef. Chef Zach. Chef Zach. Bass, Zach? Two bass, Chef. Two bass. Go, please. NARRATOR: As Zach
rises from the ashes– Woo, let’s do it, NARRATOR:
–frustration is rising amongst the 12 ousted chefs. I got kicked
out of the kitchen because I couldn’t
repeat back the order. You gotta be able to
repeat back the order. You gotta be able
to know that shit,man. Dude, communication’s
crumbling. It’s the first of many. I’ve been cooking for
half my fucking life, OK. I’ve never worked
in a brigade before. There’s hardly any fucking
restaurants that work that way. Danielle is making
sure everybody knows she hasn’t worked in
a brigade system before. Guess what? We know. We fucking know this already. None of us have ever fucking
worked in this kitchen before. Curiosity– show of hands– guys, how many people have
worked in a true brigade before. NARRATOR: While Danielle
continues to ponder the mystery of the brigade
system, downstairs, the Red team has finally
found their rhythm. Chicken walking. Garnish Chef. Let’s go. NARRATOR: And on the other
side, Zach is feeling better and entrees are flying out
of the blue kitchen as well. That looks good. The last ticket, two
halibut, two chicken. Yes, Chef. I’m determined to
finish service, because what don’t kill you
only makes you stronger. I literally threw
ice on my chest. Touch this, Ice. Either that or fucking
die on the line. Last table girl. Last table. Ready girls, I’m walking. Coming right behind you. The asparagus salad, Chef. Service, please. I’m feeling really
good right now. We completed the
first dinner service. This is unbelievable. Here you go, Chef. Two halibut, two chicken. Perfect. Go, please. ZACH: I’m not
dashing out the park. Last man standing. Chef, Zach is the
man of the night.