Hell's Kitchen

Previously on Hell's Kitchen...

Who in the just brought me that?

I did, Chef.

After Vanessa struggled on opening night...

- Are you okay? - No. I'm nervous.

Psst. Not as nervous as I am.

The Red Team showed little sympathy.

Vanessa, I don't want to see that frazzledness.

ain't happening no more.

Get better.

I could definitely use a hug from my mom right now.

Don't let anything distract you.

At their next challenge, Chef Ramsay tested the Chefs

on their ability to focus

under extreme conditions.

What the hell's going on?

Stay focused.

While some members of the Blue Team

struggled to concentrate...

Boobs or dumplings, boobs or dumplings, boobs or dumplings?

The trio of Kristin, Manda, and Meese

struggled just to work together.

Three more in this one. Two more in that one.

One more in that one. One more in that one.

But even with a strong showing

by Jared and Alan on the Blue Team...

Stunning. Seven for seven.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The Red Team quickly closed the gap.

- Beautifully done. -

And the pair of Ashley and Ariel...

- They are absolutely stunning. - Whoo!

Clinched a victory for the women.

- Congratulations. - Oh, my God.

Go, Red Team! Whoo!

At dinner service,

the Blue Team overcame Joe's early stumble on appetizers.

- I got one, hit the deck. - Joey, Joey, Joey.

Their constant communication...

- One minute... VIP, right? - One minute. VIP.

Resulted in a successful dinner service.

- Perfectly cooked. - Yes, Chef.

Ballin'.

Unfortunately,

the same could not be said for the Red kitchen.

I told people I didn't know how to cook this.

Sherkenna and Meese's fish station was a disaster.

Why are they out of the pan?

Red Team, this is a joke.

And it only got worse

when Ariel decided to take Meese's snapper to the pass...

Chef, snapper is behind you.

Before it was done.

It's raw.

Ariel, you don't touch somebody else's dish.

The women lost and nominated...

Meese...

And...

- Sherkenna. - In the end, it was...

Sherkenna.

Who saw her dream of becoming the head chef

at BLT Steak at Bally's Las Vegas

go up in flames.

And now, the continuation of Hell's Kitchen.

Get out of here.

Oh, my God,

that was the scariest elimination ever.

I knew that was going to happen.

Ariel's been a bitch since day one,

but I need to forgive her for all the

she's talked and just move on.

Dude, we got to do better next time.

I guess that was a no-brainer.

No more touching other people's food,

no more calling out other people's numbers.

End of the day, we need to get the dishes out.

Meese couldn't be a dishwasher

in the restaurants that I've worked at.

She should be a telemarketer.

That would be a great job for her.

She likes to talk about things that are irrelevant.

We still need to be a team,

so we need to be past all this .

While the women struggle to bond as a team,

a member of the Blue Team...

Everybody's already asking

when I'm going to climb in bed with you.

Is hoping to do some bonding of his own.

So I had my boobs done on July 22.

Speaking of, these girls need some air.

You need help letting them out?

I can't help it. I'm a n atural flirt, I guess.

Honey, you don't want to see these things.

They're like two rocks on my chest.

Some chefs choose booze.

Some chefs choose drugs as their vice.

I guess I choose women.

This knot I have in my calf is so bad.

Time for a massage.

It's here.

- Like that? - Yeah.

Oh!

My God.

What is going on over there?

Ashley, anytime you need a massage, I got you.

Whoo!

Oh, my God.

Ha ha ha!

This way?

I can't see!

Marino!

Uhh!

Ugh!

Bonjour.

Did anybody understand what I said?

Eh?

It was an embarrassing service.

Oh, Sir Talks A Lot,

Captain Know-It-All, stop sucking for the camera.

When I was a young chef, I got my training in France,

and everybody spoke French.

I had to communicate with other chefs

without knowing entirely what they were saying,

and trust me, I got my ass kicked.

Here's the thing.

You all speak the same language,

and last night you couldn't communicate.

Today's challenge

will force you to communicate more than ever before.

All of you, take off your chef jackets.

Christina, Aaron, let's go.

Written on the back of each jacket is a stunning recipe.

The only way to successfully execute your recipe

is for your teammates to communicate what's on your back.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Chef.

Your 40 minutes starts... now.

Let's go.

In today's communication challenge,

each chef must follow a recipe

written on the back of his or her jacket.

"Grill patties and buns. Top patties with cheese."

- You're making cheeseburgers. - Cheeseburgers?

"Place patties on bun with aioli."

You're making cheeseburgers with aioli.

Success will depend on how well teammates

You got a burger, bun with aioli...

Bun and burger... so it's a burger with Thousand Island?

- Yeah. - Okay.

The team with the best communication

and execution of their recipes will win the challenge.

Hey, where are the onions? Who's got the onions?

It's like a regular burger.

You know, that's... that's not impressive.

Hey, who's got that smoked paprika? Where's it at?

So I figured that, you know, I'm going to hit it with a twist.

While Frank decides to put his own spin on the recipe...

"In a separate pot, warm milk."

"Sliced chives, finely diced bell pepper..."

Other chefs are following their recipes to the letter.

"Cook spaghetti al dente.

Cook pancetta and garlic together."

- Carbonara? - Carbonara, exactly.

You need to chop pancetta.

You're going to need to chop garlic.

You have a carbonara, so think carbonara, okay?

"Lay phyllo dough out.

Cut into strips." I see where this is going.

It's basically, like, a spanakopita.

- Okay, good. - Phyllo dough.

I think you're making puff pastry triangles.

- Spanakopita. - Yes.

I've never made a spanakopita in my life.

Just fold it right over.

- Like that? - Yeah.

Turn around, turn around, turn around.

- Just tell me what it is. - I'm trying to... Hold on.

Eggplant parm is what it looks like.

Perfect. This is a dish I've cooked 50,000 times.

Like, I love eggplant.

- 30 minutes to go. - Oh, my God. Ugh.

What are you making? Fish and chips, looks like.

- Salsa. - It's a fried fish sandwich.

Oh, fish sandwich. Nice.

While most of the chefs have begun making their dishes...

"Ground beef, jalapeño, chili powder, and paprika."

You're making a taquito.