All language subtitles for khidyrsss

'Previously on Hells Kitchen...'
Oh, whoa!

'The morning challenge began
with a special delivery.'

Oh! Wow.
Shrimp!

'The chefs were called "uprawn"
to execute a stunning dish.'

I'm here to knock this out
of the park

to show Chef Ramsay
that I can cook my ass off.

'But then Chef Ramsay served up
a jumbo-sized twist.'

The chef that has cooked
the dish that I like least

will be leaving Hell's Kitchen.

I didn't even see that coming.
I didn't.

'It was Kenneth's game
of "not potato"...'

What is that?
I have no clue, Chef.

It looks like a potato. It's a block
of parmesan, you doughnut.

'..that made him the first chef
to get eliminated.'

I'm in desperate need
of a palate cleanser.

'Georgia cruise line chef Syann's
take on shrimp and grits...'

This has southern charm, little
lady. Congratulations, well done.

'..won her the valuable
Punishment Pass.'

Thank you.

'That allows her to go on a reward

'and send a winning team's chef
to the punishment.'

Sy gets the Get Out Of Jail Free
card.

'At opening night dinner service...'

Gordon! I'm starving.
I know, I'm sorry. It's coming.

Right...
So's Christmas.

'Nikki's lobster
for Lisa Vanderpump...

This lobster's raw.

OK, I'm feeling the stress.
I need a drink.

'..and Mary Lou's
New York strip steak.'

No colour. Look at that.

'..had the red team
going from tears...'

I'm a little frazzled right now.

'..to fears.'

Oh, shit. My heart is like...

'In the Blue kitchen...'
Garnish!

'..Eliott's lack of action...'

Get involved, Eliott!
Help your team! Yes, Chef.

'..Drew's raw rack of lamb...'

Was that my lamb that he just threw?

'..and Peter's duck...'
Overcooked?

You, you, and you, get out!
BOTH: Yes, Chef.

'..got them booted from service.'

Goddamn it!

'The blue team lost
and nominated...' Eliott.

'..and..'
Drew.

'Eliott sealed his fate
when Chef Ramsay asked...'

Are you a better chef than Drew?

The answer is no, Chef.
Give me your jacket.

'Ending his dream
of becoming the head chef

'at Hell's Kitchen Lake Tahoe.'

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

Get out of here.

I'm terrified right now.

My best hasn't even come close
to shining through yet,

and they're gonna have this
preconceived notion

that I'm just not as good as them.

That's two gone in one day.
My team's dropping like flies.

I'll do whatever it takes
till I get my team back on track.

Full six for the saffron or two?

Six.
Six pound for safety.

And the pot to start.
And the pot?

You know, man,
we got to win tomorrow.

Like, straight up, man.
We have to win.

If we can't, that speaks to all
of us, man. Think about it.

Every day, you got to win.
Well, let's start with tomorrow.

I hate losing.
That's all I'm saying. I get it.

Of course I wanna win every day.

Of course I do. We all do.
Yeah.

But I'm just saying,
let's bounce back tomorrow. Yeah.

That's all I'm saying, bro.

I think Marc suffers
from a Napoleon complex.

Let's focus on getting this...
I am.

Stop the dick-swinging, dude,
I get it.

Man, Marc is just intense.
I feel like I could shake you up,

and you'd just pop open
like soda or something.

I'm not trying to one-up you.

I'm saying let's start
with tomorrow.

That's all I'm saying, dude.
I get it.

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

That's all I'm saying, bro.
That's cool.

There's another monkey on a bicycle
just going around in your head.

We got to win tomorrow, period.

PHONE RINGS
Hello?

Hey, it's Jason. Chef Ramsay needs
you guys out front right away.

I heard. Guys, run. Out front.

CLAMOUR
Let's go.

Let's go!

We're running out
the front of Hell's Kitchen,

and I see this ugly-ass statue
right next to Chef Ramsay.

Good morning!
Morning, Chef.

This guy's ugly, OK? I'm sorry.

Are you ready to conquer the day?
ALL: Yes, Chef.

When you get a statue made of you,

you know you've attained
legendary status.

And the good news is
that his name and legacy

continues to live on today.

Any names?

Julius Caesar.
Julius Caesar.

This is a different Caesar.

Caesar Cardini.

Doesn't ring a bell.

This man was the creator
of the Caesar salad.

OK, Chef.
My favourite.

So, today, the challenge
for each of you

will be to create
a classic Caesar salad.

Yes, Chef.
Marino, let's go.

All of you, watch closely, OK?

The most important thing
in a Caesar salad is what?

The dressing.
The dressing. That's right.

So, we'll start off
with two egg yolks.

A teaspoon of chopped garlic.

Watching Chef Ramsay give a demo,

it's like watching a ballerina
do something very elegantly

across the dance floor.

Create the momentum, yes?
ALL: Yes, Chef.

I'm gonna slowly, drip-feed,
add oil.

Everything he's doing is just so
confident and smooth and precise.

In with the seasoning, gently.

Touch of lemon juice.
Drip-feed that in.

HE SIGHS

And then from there,
salad goes in,

and we roll round.

And then finally,
our beautiful croutons on top.

Mm!
Beautiful.

Beautiful, Chef.
That is a Caesar salad.

Everybody take a good look?
ALL: Yes, Chef.

After you complete that delicious,
perfect Caesar salad,

you need to deliver them to me.

Holy shit.
Christina, Jason?

BIKE BELL RINGS, LAUGHTER

What is that?
Wow.

HE LAUGHS
Good job.

Oh, my gosh.

Ya-a-as!

'I've got a thing
for motorised vehicles.'

Vroom-vroom.
Let's get it.

Oh, Jason, Christina,
good morning.

Good morning, Chef.
Man, that's fast.

I ain't scared.
I ain't scared of no scooter.

Right, listen carefully.

Each team will have
two of these scooters

to deliver their perfect
Caesar salad to me.

Just like in dinner service,

you never, ever bring anything
to the pass unless it's perfect.

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Head to your stations. Let's go.

'In today's attention-to-detail
challenge,

'each team must recreate
Chef Ramsay's classic Caesar salad.'

Get set, go!
I'll hand you stuff.

Now pull the tray out.
I'll pass it to you.

'Once each salad is perfected,

'the chefs must keep
their dish intact

'as they race around the course,
completing two laps

'before being judged
by Chef Ramsay.'

Remember the process, and we got
this one in the bag, gents, today.

'Because the red team
has two additional chefs...'

I'm gonna start cutting the limes.

'..Kori is paired with Amber,
and Lauren is paired with Brittani.'

Drizzle me in.
Slow up, slow up.

A little more.
No, no, no, no, no.

The hardest part
is working as a pair.

We still have to put cheese in too.
Yeah.

She's trying to control
one thing after another.

It's a lot of oil.
I think it's good.

Let's add water.
Tastes good to me.

It's a little messier
than if it was just one person.

We're coming up, guys. We're done.
Shit, shit, shit.

Make sure that salad's crunchy.
Make sure it is dressed beautifully.

All right, guys, I'm going.
Good luck. Go slow.

This is crazy!

Come on, you can do it!
Careful, careful, careful.

Let's go, red team, blue team.
Come on.

Look out, beep-beep.

Right, stop there. Dressing.
Talk me through the dressing.

Uh, we mixed the egg yolk, Chef.
Then we added some garlic.

How much olive oil
did you put in there?

Not a lot, Chef. There's
way too much olive oil in there.

Come on,
I need more creamy dressing.

Let's go. Start again.

I am shocked.
I thought our dressing was on point.

Too much olive oil in our dressing.
OK, got it.

Let's go, red team, blue team.
Come on. First attempt.

I'm very confident
I can duplicate this dressing,

and I am going to
smoke the competition today.

Ah! No, no! Sorry.

Sorry, dude.

Drive carefully.
HE LAUGHS

Come on, ladies.
Here's mine.

Not too fast. Round the bend.
Full lap. Off you go.

That's good, perfect.
Right there, right there.

And stop.

Anchovies in there?
Yes, Chef.

Garlic in there?
Yes, Chef.

Delicious. Great job.

We got this, guys.

'With Josh getting
the first point of the day...'

Men are off to an early lead.
Let's go.

'..the blue team races
to pull further ahead.'

'Adam...'
Good, well done.

'..and Declan...'
Thank you, Chef.

'..leave their opponents
in the rearview.'

Ladies, come on!

'While on the red team...'
Am I moving? How am I...

How do I get this thing to...
Ah! Bitch, I'm moving!

Argh!

It's just a scooter. Pump the brakes
and don't drop the croutons,

and everything's gonna be OK.

Don't you fall off, you crouton!

Watch your step. Keep it slow.
Let's go, red team.

'Despite a shaky start, Mary Lou...'
Yay!

'..Nikki...'
Good job.

Thank you, Chef.
'..and Fabiola...'

Good job, well done.
Thank you, Chef. Whoo!

'..get the red team back on track.'
Ooh-ooh!

Ladies, three. Men, three.
Let's go.

'With the score tied, both teams
put the pedal to the metal.'

Parmesan there, crouton.
Good, well done. Ooh-hoo!

That is delicious. Good job.
Thank you, Chef. Well done.

Right behind you.
I'm right behind you.

Ah, that's... Are you serious?

MIMICS ENGINE STALLING

SLOWED DOWN: Are you serious?

Lost the crouton.
Back to the drawing board.

'As Drew stalls out, both Marc...'

It's not dressed properly.
It needs more lettuce in there.

At the end, grated parmesan.
Let's go.

'..and Cody...'
It's dry.

'..fail with their salads...'

Cody and Marc, come on, guys.
Were you not paying attention?

'..leaving the course wide open
for the red team.'

Helmet, check.
Come on, keep it going.

'Salad, check.'
Delicious, well done.

We can see the finish line.

That's delicious, good job.
Yes!

Skrrt!

Keep it going!
This is ridiculous.

Gentlemen, come on!
Just keep going.

It's not rocket science.
We're making a salad.

Guys, I seriously hope you guys
can cook faster than this tonight.

Delicious, good job. Well done.
Thank you, Chef.

That is delicious, good job.
Well done. Thank you, Chef.

'Mary Lou and Nikki deliver their
second salads of the challenge...'

One more, guys!
We ain't done until we're winning.

'..scoring two more points

'and extending the lead
for the red team.'

Come on, boys. Anything's possible.
Keep cooking, getting it up there.

'The red team thinks
they have it in the bag.'

They better watch themselves -
we're not stopping.

It's delicious, well done.
Thank you.

Mmm, good job. Well done.
Thank you, Chef. Whoo!

That's good. Nice shave.

Good job, well done.

Mmm.

Last one, Sy. Let's go.

Put your kickstand up.
It's battle of the balance.

Just trying to get
that initial take-off,

because if you go too fast, and you
"zoop" off, that salad, it's over.

You're good.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

And stop there.
Go, Adam, go!

Nicely dressed, good job.
Thank you, Chef.

Keep going, keep going.

'While Adam's second approved salad
closes the gap

'on the red team's lead...'

Ladies, nine. Gentlemen, eight.
Let's go.

'..the pressure is on Syann

'as she delivers her first salad
of the challenge.'

Come on, Sy!

Sy, I could walk faster than that!

Whoo.

My grandma with her walker
could walk faster than that.

You OK?

Go, go, go. Let's move, guys.
Come on.

Faster!
Watch out, coming behind.

Come on, Sy.

You got it, come on.
Consistent, stay consistent, girl.

Right behind.

Who made the dressing?
Me.

Who seasoned it?
Me.

Who tasted it?
Everybody.

Keep going.
Just keep building 'em.

Oh, boy.

Gentlemen, come on!

'In today's attention to detail
Caesar salad challenge,

'each team is racing to be the first

'to present ten perfectly made
salads to Chef Ramsay.'

Nicely dressed, good job.
Thank you, Chef.

'Adam's second approved salad
has cut the lead to one.

'But Syann is already
on her scooter,

'attempting to deliver the ladies'
final salad for the win.'

Come on, Sy.

Whoo.
Yeah, Sy, let's go!

Who made the dressing?
Me.

Who seasoned it?
Me.

Who tasted it?
Everybody.

Keep going. Just keep building 'em.
Keep building 'em.

Delicious. Congratulations.

Yes!
CHEERING

Thank God, we won!

Yay! Yay! Yeah!
SHE LAUGHS

I'm so freaking happy we won.

Was that ten? Fucking A.

Go red team. Big deal.

Ladies, today, for your reward,
you're going on an epic excursion

through the gorgeous
Nevada deserts...

Yes. Ooh. ..with the wind
whipping through your hair

on thrilling,
high-powered dune buggies.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

The girls are there, all giggly,

and they're going out
doing dune buggies.

Fuck.
'Man, seriously?'

Heads are gonna have to roll
in this kitchen.

Ladies, get out of here,
your buggies are waiting.

Head up to the dorms.
Let's go.

Thank you, Chef.
Thank you!

Thank you, boys!

Men, while the red team are out
in the desert

on their dune buggy adventure,

you'll be stuck here preparing
to serve my reinterpretation

of a classic Caesar salad,
which includes Scotch quail eggs.

I need you to prepare
hundreds of quail eggs.

You have to peel them meticulously.

It's tedious work.

People are dropping the ball,
and I'm paying for it. I'm pissed.

Peeling these eggs are a bitch.

It sucks, but these all
have to get done. Yes, Chef.

All right, get going.
Thanks, Chef.

If for some reason
they're not peeled correctly,

don't chuck 'em.
I don't want to waste any product.

"Eggs-ellent" idea.

"Eggs-actly."

You got to be "yolking" me.

Dude, come the fuck on.

Your hands are too big and manly.
That's what she said.

They are so delicate,

and the we've got these
big sausage fingers,

and we got to peel them all
one by one as a team,

and then get ready for service?
Man, that's hell on earth.

I'm just trying really hard
to... to be happy.

'Be gentle...

'be soft.'

I'm getting so excited. "You're
about to be finished with this one,"

and, boom! Ah!

The freaking whole
top of the egg comes off.

Shit sucks, bro.

Dune buggy time!
See ya, fellas.

Have a good time.
See ya tonight.

Hey, don't wreck, whatever you do.

Buh-buh-buh-bye!
Ah, stop rubbing it in!

It sucks. I would love to be
on a dune buggy.

All right, ladies. Who's ready
to ride some dune buggies?

CHEERING

Red team, red team, red team!
Red team! Red team!

Woo-hoo!

Dune buggies in the desert,
hell, yeah!

Whipping this thing around,
trying to hit all the bumps.

Just trying to do everything
but tip it over.

SHE CHUCKLES

Whoo!

I'm definitely an adrenaline junkie.

I ride motorcycles,
I love fast cars,

so, dune buggying, man....
hell, yeah!

Hell, yeah! Here we go.
This is what I'm talking about.

Whoo!

I feel like such a little kid.

Fabiola is just tearing apart
these sand dunes

and just pushing it
to the absolute limit.

Vegas!

All of a sudden,
you look at the horizon,

and it's the skyline of Vegas.

Man, it's definitely a great reward.

I think I might shit my pants now.

Thank you, Chef.

Oh, these little bitches.
We need 300 eggs, right?

Are you fucking kidding me
right now?

Marc and I have 20 right now.

I have 14.
Oh, yeah?

I have ten.

I have two.

You have two?
Two.

'Come on, Drew.
Pick up the pace, bro!'

Keep your hands moving, you know?

It has be almost like
a conveyor belt.

Got to move fast, got to move fast.

How we looking? Slow?

What is all this?

Is this you?
No, Chef.

So who is this?

Guys, I told you not to throw
any of this shit away.

We can use it.
Yes, Chef.

Yes, Chef.
Well, someone threw it away, right?

The big man that was standing there,
Chef. Marc.

Oh, my God, there's tons of it.

This is a blanket statement.

But I'm on your side until I'm not
on your side, OK? I ask one thing.

I'm trying to help you guys out,
and you dog me like that.

I can dog you ten times as hard, OK?

Yes, Chef.
One thing, please.

Yes, Chef.
Jesus, fuck.

He looked in the trash,

and he saw the eggs
that you fucking threw.

I'm sorry, I had to say
that it was you. Lost his shit.

Well, they weren't all me.
I mean, I'm sure that...

I know I saw you throw a couple.

I thought that if they were cracked,
they go in here.

'Marc, again?
Dude, come on. Please.'

You fucked up, Mark.

'While the cracks in the blue team
start to show, on the red team...

I'm getting out. I'm getting out.

'Fabiola is having
a mysterious breakdown of her own.'

Coming back to Hell's Kitchen,
Fabiola is in complete hysterics.

Is the EMT gonna come?
Like, this is a real emergency.

Is she over here?
She's over here.

Hi, hon. I'm here to help you.
Do not!

She's obviously clearly not
feeling well.

Yeah, go inside the room. Come on.

SHE LAUGHS

I feel like such a little kid.

'Earlier in the day,
Fabiola had an amazing time

'driving the dune buggies
on the red team's reward.'

I feel good.

'But for some unknown reason,

'the drive back to Hell's Kitchen
didn't go very well.'

SHE SOBS

Coming back to Hell's Kitchen,
Fabiola is in complete hysterics.

Whoa!

I just don't understand
what's happened

between the sand dunes and here.

Put your arm around me, OK?

Thank you.
I got you, I got you.

The electrolytes will help you.

You're probably a little bit
dehydrated too.

I was trying to drink
as much water as I could.

You already seem like you're
a little bit better right now.

I'm starting to feel
a little better.

I'm gonna check your pulse again,
OK?

We're all gonna rally up together.

Fuckin' yes, Chef. It's a situation,
but we're gonna go out as winners.

I am hoping Fabiola is able
to get her head on straight.

We want to give her the benefit
of the doubt.

But at the end of the day, no matter
where your health and your body is,

if you're in the kitchen,
you need to overcome that.

Rise above.
Roll with the punches.

We're going samurai bun
for service tonight.

Ooh, OK, Marc.

My man bun is far better than
Marc's.

Let's get that shit straight.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry
if I was rude. I got super nasty.

When I think of Fabiola, I think...
SHE GAGS

I just want you guys to know that.

I have no idea what's going on.

I don't know what's going through
her head right now.

I don't have nothing nice
to say about her.

SHE SIGHS

Can we just take me to the room,
please?

Can we just take me to the room,
please? I'll help you.

I'm gonna take my food too,
co this shit is bomb.

I'll bring your food. Come on.

Actually, let me use the restroom.

OK, I got you, girl.

I hate to say it,
but I call bullshit. I really do.

SHE BURPS

'While the rest of the red team
heads to the kitchen

'to prep for dinner service, Fabiola
tries to regain her strength.'

Hey, girls, rally together.
Let's hold it down.

Down the line, heavy.
Whatever you have,

just always think
that you need more, right?

Ladies, line up, please. Thank you.
Yes, Chef. Excuse me, Chef.

Gents, line up, please. Let's go.
Line up, line up.

I understand that Fabiola
is not feeling well, right?

RED TEAM : Yes, Chef.

So fingers crossed
she'll be joining the red team.

We don't know if Fabi's gonna be
with us for dinner service or not.

'It's stressful. Potentially,
we are gonna be a woman down.'

Tonight, in the Red kitchen, ladies,

gracing your tables,
this individual has to be

the most decorated US Olympian ever
in the Winter Olympics.

I'd like all of you to give him
a gold medal performance.

Yes?
RED TEAM: Yes, Chef.

You're cooking for superstar speed
skater Apolo Ohno.

Yes! Hell, yeah!

'I do think he's adorable.'

Watching him fly around on the ice
was very cool

when he still competed,
so I'm stoked. I'm excited.

Men, in the Blue kitchen tonight
is a true legend.

One of the greatest running backs
of all time,

Hall of Famer, Super Bowl champion,

Marshall Faulk
is gracing your table.

There's a man
that knows how to... focus.

Fabiola, how are you feeling?

Much better, Chef.
Good.

Well, I'm really anxious to get into
service, but I'm gonna do my best.

It's all I can do.

Get on your stations. Let's go, yes?
ALL: Yes, Chef.

OK, Marino.
Si, Chef?

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

'Once again, it's a jam-packed night
at Hell's Kitchen,

'the hottest reservation
in Las Vegas.'

Can't believe you're here.
Good to see you. Thank you.

'The dining room quickly fills.'

Can I start you off
with a glass of white wine?

'Orders are already
flying into the kitchen.'

Crab cake and salmon.
I'll go ahead and do the risotto.

It's fantastic.

Here's to a great night
at Hell's Kitchen.

I hope we get fed tonight.

To Hell's Kitchen.
ALL: Whoo! Yeah!

Right, blue team, here we go.
Peter, you're out the gate.

Four covers, table one.
One special at table side,

one scallop, two beet salads.
ALL: Heard, Chef.

Let's go.
Heard.

Are you good
with the beet salad, Drew?

Yes. This is our second
dinner service right now

and we are amped up.
We are rocking out.

Me and Big D are about to
destroy apps. I'm feeling confident.

Hey, you, can you pull your shirt
down? Chef... Hey. Yes, Chef.

Drew, fix your jacket,
pull up your pants.

Drew, pull up your pants.
I see the crack of dawn

coming out of the back of his arse.
It's a full moon.

Fuck me. Size of the that
fucking crack. Are you kidding me?

In front of the chef's table
with his arse out.

Am I cool to drop scallops?
Scallops down now.

Yes, Chef.
Go.

In terms of what I'm gonna
do tonight, I just have to continue

doing a good job and listen
to what Gordon Ramsay says

and adjust my style to his.
Fit his lane.

Two beet salads, one scallop.
Let's fucking go, boys.

Two scallops are coming up
right now.

Drew, you ready to go?
Coming, Chef.

Two beet salad, one scallop.

Oh, man. Fucking hell.

It's not... No, stop.
Just come here. Time out.

Fucking time out, all of you.
That's you as well, fuck face.

The first ticket.
Two beet salad, one scallop.

You cook me two scallops.
So we haven't even got

the fucking order right.
And look at the shit I've got.

Look, they're fucking raw.
Who cooked these scallops?

I did, Chef.
Get in the fucking game quickly, OK?

Get your head out of your arses,
and focus.

BOTH: Yes, Chef.

Two beet salad.
Scallops dropped now. Let's go!

Scallops going on right now, Chef.
Fucking hell.

Cody, off the bat, has completely
put the team in the weeds.

What can we do? We can't cook
for him. I know, I know.

'While the blue team struggles
out of the gate,

'the red team gears up to serve
a special table here in Vegas.'

Ladies, six top. They are
celebrating a bachelorette, yes?

Special table side, one flatbread,
two risotto, two carbonara.

ALL: Yes, Chef!

So two carb, two risotto,
one flatbread.

Going into dinner service tonight,
I'm energised and I'm excited.

I've got pasta down for carb.

Fabi and I, we're working
app stations together.

Behind.
Yes, ma'am.

Flatbread, carbonara and risotto.
These appetizers are simple.

We've got this. We're fine.
Hot, swinging.

Let me know
when you're ready to walk, Fabi.

Si. Ready?
Ready.

Let's go. Walking carb.
Hot on your right, Chef.

Oh, my God.

Hey. Ladies, come here. Come here.
Come here!

Just touch that.
It's underdone. It's underdone!

I asked for a fucking gold medal
performance. It's underdone.

Come on, ladies!
ALL: Yes, Chef.

Really? Who cooked that?
Me. This shit bag.

Don't worry about it.

I'm trying to breathe. I'm trying
to get through this, you know.

No, no, no. Keep this...
keep this on there.

Like, pick it up for a second.
Pick it up.

Fuck it, do another one.

Fabiola, whether you're sick or not,
I don't know.

But at the end of the day,
you just gotta stay focused.

If you can't pull your weight
with me, I will step right over you

and continue walking.
We're here to cook.

Watch it cos it will go fast.
OK.

'While Fabiola continues
to struggle with flatbread,

'the blue team
is still waiting on...'

Scallops, how long?
Scallops, 30 seconds, Chef.

How many portions of scallops
are there? Two, Chef.

Oh, my God.
He's asking for one!

Cody can't even keep count
right now. Holy shit, man.

What's going on?
Fucking hell. Stop. Hey, stop.

Fucking stop. Stop, stop, stop.

'It's 40 minutes
into dinner service.'

Scallops, how long?
Scallops, 30 seconds, Chef.

'And thanks to Cody on fish...'

How many portions of scallops
are there?

Two, Chef.
He's asking for one.

'..the Imagine Dragons lead singer,
Dan Reynolds,

'is still waiting on his appetizer.'

Fucking hell. Stop. Hey, stop.
Fucking stop, stop, stop, stop.

Come here, you. Come here.
Stand there, call out that order.

One special app, one scallop,
two beet salad.

And what have you done
for the second time on the trot?

Plated up two. My apologies, Chef.
Get your shit together.

ALL: Yes, Chef.
OK? Quickly!

I'm so damn aggravated with Cody.
He's burying us right now. Flat out.

Now can we get going, please, yes?
ALL: Yes, Chef.

Where are the scallops, please?
Scallops, 30 seconds, Chef.

'While the blue team looks to Cody
to finally get his scallops right,

'over in the red kitchen...
Hot, swinging.

'..Fabiola is almost ready

'with her second attempt
on the bachelorette's flatbread.'

Beautiful.
Right behind. Coming over.

Walking carb.
Show me that flatbread.

Oh, fuck. Out of the way.
Out of the way. Out of the way.

Come here. Come here. Come here.
Fuck!

FABIOLA SIGHS

In fact... in fact...
Let me just go.

Yeah. No.
Oh, you don't wanna taste it?

No, cos it's fucked up, Chef.
Oh, so you want to serve it to...

No, I don't, Chef.
What... what are we doing?

What has happened to us?
We're gonna get it together, Chef.

Let's get it. Breathe, baby.

Fabiola in the kitchen is...
She's a little bit of a hot mess.

Not just mentally, but physically.

She really needs to snap out of it.
Check that bottom.

Needs at least
another minute and a half.

'With Fabiola bringing
the red kitchen to standstill,

'over in the blue kitchen...'
I got scallops right here.

Thank you!
Yes, Chef. Let's go.

'..Cody finally delivers
perfectly executed scallops.

'And the remaining appetizers
are flying out of the kitchen.'

I think it's delicious.
'Over in the red kitchen...

As fast as humanly fucking possible.

'..Fabiola has now completed
her third attempt at flatbread.'

Chef Christina.
Let Chef see it.

This flatbread better be perfection.

Yeah. Go, please.

'Now that Fabiola has successfully

'delivered flatbread
to the bachelorette party...'

Lobster walking.
Right behind, right behind.

'..the red team is now catching up,

'delivering appetizers
to their hungry diners...'

It's really good.
Yeah.

'..and are ready
to push out some entrees.'

OK, ladies, communicate.
Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef!
On order, four covers, table 51.

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

Heard!
Yes, Chef.

Jordan. Call back the order.

Two New York strip, two lamb.
Two salmon.

Two salmon, I apologise. Don't start
giggling and fucking around.

Two New York strip, two salmon.
Yes, Chef. That is it.

Yes, Chef.
J, my two salmons have been flipped.

I'll let you know an ETA
in just a moment.

For what, the next... next ticket?

I'm looking over at meat
and I see Jordan dying inside.

Hey, hold on that...
hold on that salmon.

The strip's gonna be dragging.
It's dragging?

I need seven.
You need seven?

Yeah, pull them all the way
off the heat.

She's starting to get overwhelmed.

So, are you dragging that now?
Yes, Chef.

So you screwed her salmon?
Yes, Chef.

And you've backed us all up?
Yes, Chef.

She's gonna let me know
when she's three out, Chef.

Chef Ramsay is just...
You know, he needs the food,

he's trying to sell it,
we don't wanna make him look bad.

I'm ready when you are.
You tell me when you're ready.

OK. Garnish is not up, FYI.
How is garnish not ready?

One minute on garnish.
Walking to the pass.

We're waiting on garnish.

New York strip,
right behind you, Chef.

Jordan, the garnish. Where is it?
Turn around.

So, garnish, she's brought up
the New York strip.

She just can't be fucked
to talk to anyone.

I need... I need fries for garnish,
please. Yes, Chef.

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

Get a grip, please.
Yes, Chef.

Start being a team player.
Yes, Chef.

And focus, OK?
Yes, Chef.

So, how long for the garnish
for the New York strip?

Ready to go right now, Chef.

Unbelievable.

GROANS

So annoyed right now with myself.
Like, bitch, you know better.

Lock it up. Just do
what you know how to do. Let's go.

'While Jordan tries to regain
her focus, in the blue kitchen,

'the men are doing what they can
to get their tickets completed.'

Four covers, table one. Two salmon,
one lamb, one Wellington.

Heard?!
ALL: Heard, Chef.

All right,
salmon started in the pan.

I have to fucking nail this one
ticket. We're five minutes out.

We're five minutes out, Chef.

Or I'm going to be kicked
out of the kitchen.

You going up?
Yeah, yeah.

Lamb, Wellington, coming down.
Garnish?

Yes, Chef.
Can I walk with salmon?

Yes, go.
Coming down.

Put it down. Put it down right here.
Yes, Chef. Thank you.

The salmon's raw.
Aw, fuck. Oh, come on, dude.

The salmon is fucking cold
in the middle and raw. Yes?

Yes, Chef.
This is where the wheels come off.

How long on the re-fire?
Tell me now.

One minute, one minute.
One minute.

Is that official?
Yes, Chef.

Cody, if you're touching
the product

and you're gonna run it up
to that pass, you better own it.

Y'all are pissing me
the fuck off, man.

Dude, calm.
No, I'm not calm.

Relax, relax, relax.
That was a fuck up.

We're getting a re-fire.
We're gonna bounce back.

Let's go. Hustle,
Cody. Hustle. Urgency.

Behind. Salmon on your right, hot.

I hope it's hot. It's
a fucking kitchen, you doughnut.

Good. Service, please.
Go, please, John.

Salmon nicely cooked.
Thank you, Chef.

Ladies. Our special guest,
chef table.

Entree, one duck, one Wellington.

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Let's go.

I need help with my duck.
Hot pan and rest it, right?

Hot pan, rest it?
Yeah, make sure it's scalding hot

and then turn it off.
Lauren's intimidated by the duck,

and she keeps asking,
"Do I drop it down now?"

You should've already
dropped it down, first of all.

But yes, go on ahead,
drop it down now.

Do I flip it and leave it, or what?

Just leave it.
On deck.

So now we're asking more questions.
"OK, then what do you do?

"Then what do you do?
Then what do you do?"

Duck, Wellington.
Chef table, how long, please?

How long on duck, Wellington?
Nine minutes.

Why? I fired it five minutes ago.
I can get it out in four.

Why are you on the meat now,
young lady? I was helping them out.

So, Jordan, Lauren, what's happened?
Yes, Chef.

You aren't answering him.
We're...

Duck, Wellington, chef table,
how long?

Four minutes.
Four minutes, Chef.

I'm fucking furious.
Lauren's not pulling her weight.

Jordan's not communicating
with anybody,

cos she's getting overwhelmed.
And we got our VIP staring at us

like a bunch of dumbasses.

Yeah, I wanna try
the beef Wellington. OK.

How long duck, Welly?
Chef's table walking.

What the fuck's going on
with that steak?

Beef Wellington. What the fuck?

That's the completely
wrong piece of meat.

Fucking hell's bells.

I'm begging for the chef table,
one duck, one Wellington.

I get a duck and a New York strip.
Come on!

I'm lost for words. I'm done.

'It's one hour into dinner service.

'And after Jordan
delivered the wrong protein...'

Fucking hell. That's not the insult.

'..Chef Ramsay
has one more big issue.'

I'm lost for words.
I'm done. Here's the insult.

Rare.
Rare? It's fucking quacking.

With a table like that,
and that's the shit you serve,

I'm done. Head to the dorm.
Have a chat amongst yourselves,

and come up with two individuals
that don't belong here.

Now, fuck off!

Intense.

That's fucking pathetic.
My bad, guys.

I feel Lauren doesn't deserve
to be a part of the team.

She's never ran a brigade,
obviously is lost on the line.

It was just a full,
complete fucking breakdown.

'While the women sulk
in the dorms, the men...

Last table.
Wellington, New York strip.

Two salmon, yes?
Yes, Chef.

'..are hustling
on their last order.'

Let's make it perfect.
Salmon, behind. Strip's ready.

Good. Service, please. Let's go.
Fuck yeah, dude.

My energy, my passion, my soul
is carrying the team right now.

It's just in the air.
You can taste it.

Steak's really good.
Oh, my God!

Terrible start, but a strong finish.
ALL: Thank you, Chef.

I'm gonna go around the room
and I'm gonna ask everybody, "Name?"

And I wanna know
if we're all on the same page

or where we're at before we're
embarrassed in front of Chef.

Nikki, can we start with you?
I guess I just have to say Lauren,

and I swear to God, babe,
it's not personal.

You were just a little bit
behind the curve the whole time.

And it's literally nit-picking.
Britt?

I'm gonna have to go with Lauren.
Have to go with Lauren as well.

GROANS
I'm pissed.

There are two people on meat,

but for some reason
I'm getting crucified for it.

Next. Syann?
It's hard.

I'm trying not to cry
because I'm trying... This is...

Just say the name.
Just fucking say the fucking name.

You guys are so full of shit.
I'm gonna put Lauren in.

OK. You guys got nothing.
My food's always cooked perfectly.

Everything has been, not mine,
not mine, not mine, not mine."

She can stay
her flawless, lawless self,

but in the kitchen,
we get down and we get dirty.

And I don't think she's ready
to get grimy with the rest of us.

No offence, but we had two pizzas
got sent back too.

Burnt pizza, raw pizza.
Got to think about that.

Y'all sent out a strip, it was
supposed to be a Wellington.

It's just cos I'm a pretty girl.
Girls like to gang up on me.

We said we'd not take this
personal... Fuck y'all.

Don't take it personal.

We said we were not
gonna take this personal.

Yeah, whatever. People are fake.

So she's one,
so what's the second one?

Just purely based on
tenure and experience

I'd have to go Nikki.

You know, I second Jordan
in saying Nikki,

only because you haven't run
a brigade that big, so I don't know.

I don't know what your skillset
would be like as a leader.

I have no fucking idea what is going
on. I know I performed well.

I agree. I'd say Nikki as well.

I've shown a ridiculous improvement
in one day.

Well, you don't know
how I'm gonna grow.

You don't know what I have to offer.
I'm only in two years.

I'm not gonna vote Nikki in.
I'm-a put Fabi in,

only because of the pizza.
That's it.

I agree.
I agree.

This is a lot harder
than I thought it was gonna be.

Sy.
Yes, Chef?

The red team's first nominee
and why.

Chef, we nominate...

..Lauren.

We felt Lauren did not
communicate well with Jordan.

We also felt
as though she was kind of...

Not lost in the sauce, per se,

but her communication
and her backbone for her teammate

could have been way stronger.
Red team's second nominee and why.

Second nominee, Chef...

..Nicole.
What?!

What did she do wrong tonight?
Nothing, I thought she was great.

Explain that one to me.
In the long run,

as far as running a brigade
like the one we have,

she wasn't gonna be strong enough.

So not based
on tonight's performance

that got you kicked out,
left half your diners hungry.

Nikki, do you feel that's fair?
Not particularly, Chef.

How much better was Nikki tonight
than last night?

1,000% better, Chef.

Hell's Kitchen is a journey.
It's not what you come in here with,

it's what you do. When I ask you
to give me two nominees,

I expect you to take this seriously.

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

but from where I was standing,
you have the wrong two.

'The red team nominated Nikki
and Lauren for elimination,

'but Chef Ramsay
doesn't exactly agree.'

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

but from where I was standing,
you have the wrong two.

There are two people
who need to be up here,

because they were the reason
why the kitchen went down.

Jordan, you know it.
Fabiola, you know it. Step forward.

Both of you took your team down
tonight.

Fabiola, you gave not flatbread,
but raw dough.

And then you were asked
to do it again. Charcoal.

I'm gonna keep fighting, Chef.
I'm extremely fucking embarrassed

and I know that I can keep pushing
cos I'm strong,

and I have a great bounce back.
And I know I can push forward,

and I know I can do it, Chef.
I'm looking for a leader.

What would have happened
this evening

if I didn't see that flatbread,
and you served it?

Jordan.
Yes, Chef?

You gave me a duck tonight
that was three minutes away

from getting
his quilt of feathers back

to go back in the fucking field.
I have more to show, Chef.

I absolutely have the skill to be
here and I need to show it.

and I'm gonna step up.
You're not a team player.

I can be, Chef. I shut down tonight
when I got in my head,

but I... I believe I showed,
especially last night,

that I absolutely
can be a team player.

I failed to do that tonight, and I
have more to prove and more to show.

My decision is...

..Jordan.

Get back in line.

Fabiola, give me your jacket,
young lady. I'm done.

Good night.
Thank you, Chef.

And good luck.

I wish my health was in better...

And that's me. I tried to fight
for myself as much as I could.

I knew I failed,
and I knew that I bounced back

and I was extremely embarrassed.

Just sit for a second...

To become a great head chef,

you have to be able
to evaluate your staff.

So when you feed me BS,

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

ALL: Yes, Chef.
Get out of here.

I'm thankful that
Chef saw some fight in me.

If I would have gone home,
I'd probably never cook again.

Like, that shit's embarrassing.
I'm just gonna do my best

to not ever be put in that
fucking situation ever again.

Oh, my God.

Fabiola in the kitchen
was a hot mess,

and I think the right person
went home. I know what I'm good at,

I know what I'm weak at.
And I'm just gonna get better,

and I'm gonna kick ass and be
the last man fucking standing.

Drew. Have you got one of these?
No, Chef.

Fucking get one!
Yes, Chef.

Quickly!
Yes, Chef.

Thank God I wasn't
a part of the red team.

I think that the crack's
starting to show now,

that the girls are gonna start
stabbing each other in the back.

This is gonna be interesting.

To be my head chef, you need
to have passion, leadership,

and great skills. Fabiola
had passion and not much else.

'Next time on Hell's Kitchen.'
You may now kiss your groom.

APPLAUSE
'Will the sound of wedding bells...'

Mr and Mrs Rosenberg.
'..take the blue team...'

I'm taking lead for all services.

'..to Splitsville?'
You listen to me, dude.

Listen...
No. No, you can kiss my ass.

Like a little Chihuahua
barking at a big grizzly bear.

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

'It's one episode

'that could end with a fight
like you've never seen.'

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

We're stronger together.
All I'm saying.

Shut the fuck up. Stay away from me.
Just don't provoke him.

Fuck off!
Stop talking to each other.

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