[Signature dishes. The sixteen chefs meet in front of Chef Ramsay. Among them is Tana Ramsay in disguise.]
OK, there's a few out there that are executive chefs, right? [Jay and Siobhan raises their hands] OK, good. There was one I seem to remember...you, (points to Tana) with the glasses.
What do you do for a living?
TTana
I'm a mom, but I'm a cookbook author.
Never worked in a restaurant?
OK, let's start from the bottom. Bring your dish.
Apart from it looking like baby vomit, what is that?
TTana
It's a veal scallopini.
(tastes the dish, whispers) Oh, God. (to the lady) Listen to me. That dish... was delicious.
TTana
(smiles) Thank you, chef.
I mean, I'm shocked. It may look slightly dull and boring, a little bit like you, but well done! (the chefs laugh) Don't look so nervous.
OK, let me give you a hug. (hugs her) There. Right. Relax! Relax, relax, relax.
(interview) That is not his side. He doesn't just hug people. He's not that type of person. He's not personable at all.
What a great start! If that's a sign of things to come, well done! Thank you! (kisses her on her cheeks) God, it was good! [kisses her on her lips; the chefs were shocked and started laughing]
I wanted to be first! (the others laugh)
(interview) Chef Ramsay, you're a little slutty.
(interview) I was just so stunned. Chef Ramsay really did like that dish.
That was fucking amazing. [chefs laugh again] (to the chefs) Listen to me, before we go any further: this person is not who you think she is. (the lady removes her glasses) This person...is... my wife (Tana removes her disguise), Tana. (to Tana) Take that off. [chefs gave her an applause]
(interview) Thank God it's his wife. He just, like, licked her teeth.
(to Tana) A job well done. [kisses her again]
(interview) What a filthy bastard!
(to the chefs) The point I'm trying to make is that I don't give two fucks about how much experience you've got. What I do care about is who has the magic? Who has it? She definitely has it. (to Tana) Well done, my darling.
TTana
Thank you. (to the chefs) Good luck to you all.
Thank you for helping make my point. Thank you. [chefs applaud]
[looking at Holli's signature dish] Now what the fuck is that thing there?
Halibut wrapped in a banana leaf.
And that's your signature dish? [throws away the leaf]
It's a... like a classic Indian dish.
I've been to India. I haven't seen food like that.
I believe... yeah, yeah, Northern Indian. I believe it's, um, has...
[tastes and spits it out] Ugh!
You're being polite! [dumps the dish in the trash] Holli, that was a disaster. One (point) for the men. Well done.
[looking at Andrew's signature dish] Right. Now, what is that?
AFAndrew Forster
That's steak tartare. (licks his lips, scary music plays) I guess the inspiration from that came from the fact that I've raised and butchered my own animals...and I like to eat them raw. (the other chefs are shocked by this fact) (interview) When I win this competition, I'm going to buy two walk-in coolers. That's all I want is two walk-in coolers.
Are you some form of Hell's Kitchen Hannibal Lecter?
AFAndrew Forster
Maybe. (interview) Then I can start butchering animals, which is what I like to do.
(tastes the tartare) Bland. What a shame. (to Nilka) OK, Nilka, why did you become a chef?
I love cooking. That's my passion. (interview) I'm a single mom with three kids. I want to teach my kids that in order to get something in life, you have to go for it. I know I'm going to win Hell's Kitchen. I will not settle for less.
My sweet and spicy wings.
Uh-huh. This is an old family favorite.
(bites into a wing) Fucking hell, they're hot. My lips are fucking burning!
How much Tabasco did you put in there?
Half a bottle of Tabasco?!
(whispering) We're screwed.
(drinks water and spits it out) Jesus shit!
That's going to blow your fucking asshole out, that! Burned my mouth. Nobody gets a point, but the men win. Congratulations, well done.
While the red team gets a pep talk from Autumn, over in the blue kitchen, Chef Ramsay looks for Benjamin to maintain Hell's Kitchen's standards.
Hey, guys, get a grip, huh? And you start tasting stuff, huh?
Yes, chef. (tastes the risotto and puts the spoon back in it.)
Ah, fuck me. Hey, Benjamin!
Come here! There's customers standing right over there.
You're tasting the food and putting the spoon back in it!
Yes, chef. (interview) I stirred it. I tasted it. I stirred it again instead of dropping my spoons in the water.
You can't stand there and eat the food and dip it with your fucking saliva in there and then serve it! I'm not serving that!
Throw it away, let's start again, yeah?
Benjamin's performance has left a bad taste in Chef Ramsay's mouth.
[6:48 PM]
It's 45 minutes into dinner service, and Chef Ramsay's guarantee to serve every customer is in danger.
(serving tableside) Just be patient and he'll get the entrées out.
He's hopeful that Jamie's first entrée will get things rolling in the right direction.
What in the fuck is that?
JBJamie Bisoulis
More in the oven chef, right?
Oh, leave me alone. Leave me fucking alone. (slams the beef on the stove) Just touch that there. Just all of you put your fingers on there!
Come here, you, touch it! It's like cold cream on a fucking hot steak! (Maria laughs, Gordon stares at her) Maria, madam. Let me tell you something. There's nothing right now to laugh about. I can't get sautéed potatoes, and there, you (Stacey), she's on her third time cooking scallops, and you think it's funny?
But...you're right. Right. (laughs again)
Now she's laughing again! What's funny then, Maria?
You're not laughing, no? I'm seeing things. Hey, come here a minute, yeah. Jamie - hey, Fran, come here. You, come here. Hey: you, you, you, fuck off out of here! We'll finish the service. GET OUT! You (Siobhan), on meat!
Chef, I'm not leaving my team, chef!
I'm telling you, if you don't get out, I'll drag you out! Get upstairs to the dorm! Videos, recipes, demos, it's a fucking joke!
[Mikey brings halibut up to the pass after being rushed by Scott Hawley]
Fuck off! Mikey, come here! COME HERE! (kicks the bins) There you go, raw fucking halibut! (smashes it) Shit!
(interview) Chef Ramsay dynamites the thing right in front of us. There was like halibut shrapnel all over us.
Raw! RAAAAAAW, RAWWW! SHIT!
(interview) Scott was making me look bad.
Capellini, risotto, one scallops. How long?
Five minutes? Get your rice in there!
You're cooking the risotto with no fucking rice in there! How's that possible?
The fucking rice has to go in before the stock!
(interview) Benjamin, is a shit chef. He can't even cook a fucking risotto. He's a chef.
What's Salvatore doing? Put it down. It's a cold pan. You got to get the pan hot first. This is basic now!
You can't put fucking cold food into a cold pan. It absorbs the olive oil. So in the center of the potato, it's like eating a mouthful of grease!
There's two of you on there. How long?....He's not even listening! (calls out Salvatore and Benjamin) Hey, do me a fa - come here, you! Hey, you as well! (Calling out to blue-haired Jay) Hey, where's fucking Smurf? SMURF! Come here, will you. You and you, fuck off, will you? Get out! Piss off! I'm not going to stand here and struggle time after time!
(interview) I don't know what happened. I got lost with the freaking appetizers.
Fuck off up to the dorm, GET OUTTA HERE!
(interview) Maybe he don't likes the way I talk. I don't know. He don't likes me, who knows? Maybe he don't likes Italian people.
[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Mikey; after finding out that it's still raw, he has had it]
Halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!
Come here. Again, raw! Fucking! Halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the FUCKING dorms, and get your fucking hair done. GET IT OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?
(interview) It was fucked up, both sides. It was man down. Man down everywhere.
[Gordon calls both teams to the pass]
You guys are fucking USELESS, but I am NOT going to shut this fucking place down! (to the red team) You, you, you, over there (the blue kitchen), work together! DOUBLE UP!
Fucking hell. What do you need, yeah? I need 16 cooks.
[During the eggs four way challenge. Siobhan who was to have cooked all four eggs by herself is next.]
Siobhan by herself. Soft boiled egg, how long did you boil it for?
Um I....I just cook them every day chef so I have a very good grasp of how long they are cooked for.
Just answer me the question. How long did you cook it for?
My teammates helped me, chef.
Your teammates helped you?
I asked you to work on your own. Because I put you out, singled you out thinking that you could cook fucking eggs four ways.
You were working by yourself. So if you wanted to, why didn't you?
Because there was pressure from my team.
Not from my team, from Autumn.
I just said, "Let me give you a hand." I can help you make one of the eggs.
Which one of these four eggs did you do?
I did the poached egg, chef.
So you only poached one egg in five minutes?
One simple instruction, how can I make it any more fucking clearer than that?!
I should've pushed her out of the way and I'm so mad at myself that I didn't. [starts crying] I'm so mad. (interview) I should have not listened to my teammates that were forcing me to do something that I should've known it was wrong to do. And I'm just so mad at myself.
Listen please! You do as I say! Holy Moses!
Siobhan failed to follow his instructions and did not work on her own.
Is that what you're capable of doing?
No, I'm so mad that I didn't step up and push her out of the way.
(interview) Siobhan got flustered and pointed fingers at me. She doesn't have a lot of backbone and under the pressure, she just doesn't know when to shut her mouth.
So you're only going to get credited for the ones you did yourself. So you did the poached egg yes? [tastes] That's delicious, one point.
Next pair, Fran and Autumn. Let's go. Soft boiled egg, [slices off the top] Hold on a minute. Who cooked this?
[to Fran] Which one did you cook?
[cuts into scrambled egg, which turns out to be overcooked] Well that's chopped omelet. Ooh. Sunny side up. [tastes] Not an ounce of salt anywhere. Fucking lazy cooking. [checks the poached egg which is stuck to the plate] Who poached this egg?
I poached that egg, chef.
Oh, Jesus! One point. Fuck off, will you, yeah? Sorry, plain fucking English.
Salvatore! [pause] That's the wellington cooked perfectly.
Where is the fucking chicken?
[slices chicken breast and sees that it's raw] Fuck! Should be ready. Damn!
Hold it, you got to get that chicken to the window!
(interview) He's always, "I got it. I got it. I got it." You ain't got shit out.
Where's the fucking chicken? Jason, can you talk to me please?
Where's the fucking CHICKEN?
[throws a spoon] Oh fuck off. [sees what Jason is doing] Is that - oh, fuck off! I'm not cooking like that.
(interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.
Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class - look at that. That's your best?
No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.
A fine fucking MESS! [kicks the bin]
