Hell's Kitchen Season 10 - Ep. 10 | Family Feuds | Full Episode

It's moments before "Hell's Kitchen" opens for steak night. Oh my god, medic! What's the matter?

KIMMIE: I just burnt my hand. NARRATOR: And the women have suffered a big casualty. GORDON RAMSAY: What happened?

- Oh my god. What happened? BARBIE: Kimmie got burned bad.

Oh my god. Clemenza, take her to the medic. CLEMENZA: Yes, chef.

Come on, come on. - Kimmie, you're gonna be OK. Come on, shh.

Is she gonna be all right? CLEMENZA: Come on, don't give up. I am worried about Kimmie.

I hate to see her like this, and I hate that this is happening to her right now. And we need her in the kitchen, so I'm hoping that she's OK. MEDIC: So this just now happened, right here, right now?

I know it hurts, I know it hurts. Hold still. KIMMIE: It hurts so bad.

How did you manage to burn yourself all the way up there? What were you doing? - I don't know.

Grabbing the pan. MEDIC: OK, breathe. Just breathe while I do this.

The good news is, it's only a burn. My head hurts like hell, but this is not the end for me. I'm here to win this competition, so I am not giving up.

MEDIC: Just real quick, I know you want to get back out there. Good luck. KIMMIE: Thank you.

MEDIC: Get that one dry. Hey, you OK, Kimmie? KIMMIE: Yeah, I'm good.

Yay, Kimmie. I'm proud of Kimmie. She came back with a two inch burn on her hand.

She's fighting back. That's some dedication. You go girl.

Everyone's like, go Kimmie. Are you kidding me? She's a baby.

She is a crybaby. - Fair ladies, let's go. - Yes, chef.

Kimmie, concentrate. Yes, chef. I'm about to bounce back.

I know I can do this, burnt hand or not. I'm going to rock out on this meat station. You got this, girl.

- James? - Yes, chef? Open steak night in "Hell's Kitchen", please.

Let's go. - Yes chef, delighted to. [music playing] NARRATOR: It's steak night at "Hell's Kitchen", and family night as well.

Tonight's special menu features a rib eye steak with fingerling potatoes and sauteed spinach topped with a fried egg, a grilled hanger steak served with truffle fries and herbed compound butter, and Justin's challenge winning filet mignon. And for the young diners, there's also a kids menu. WOMAN 1: You ready, honey?

- I'm gonna have the ravioli. Cheeseburger. Cheeseburger.

MAN 1: Cheeseburger, all right. NARRATOR: As a special treat, each child will also receive a mini pizza appetizer. I wonder if the blue will win, or the red.

Here we go. Six covers table 31, two two children, two pizzas, fire. Yes, chef.

Yes, two smoked salmon, two shrimp cocktails. Let's go, ladies. LADIES: Yes, chef.

And blue team, two covers 21. One wedge salad, two pizza. Yes, chef.

Two pizzas coming. I come from New York City, and let me tell you something. I grew up in a pizzeria, so I got a little experience, to say the very least.

Look at. Momma, look. In all honesty, I was kind of enjoying myself.

Coming right now, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Come on, Clemenza. A Great pizzas.

Service, please. please. go.

Pizza's out. NARRATOR: While the bambinos on the blue side are already enjoying Clemenza's pizza, young diners on the red side have been left waiting. GORDON RAMSAY: There's a lovely little lady there waiting for her pizza.

Come on, Tiffany. - Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: You're so slow.

TIFFANY: Yes, chef. I really hate cooking for children. Kids don't know what fine dining is, so their opinions really don't matter to me.

It's burnt, look. Cut that part off. Who gives a shit?

I really don't like kids at all. Pizza, how long? TIFFANY: Coming right now, chef.

GORDON RAMSAY: Come on, please. TIFFANY : Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: The idea is the pizzas be served first.

Well, this side's all right. But like, I don't want to eat that. GORDON RAMSAY: It's for kids.

Fuck me. Stop. Yes, chef.

Now we're sending burnt pizza. Not crispy and delicious, fucking burnt. Burnt with bits of shit in there.

What is going on? All of you, get a grip. Yes, chef.

Ow, you just hit me in the head. Ow. The more I work with Tiffany, the more I wonder why she's a chef.

She doesn't care. So I'm getting the station back on track. GORDON RAMSAY: One pizza, urgently please.

BARBIE: Yes, chef. Here's your next pizza. GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go, ladies.

BARBIE: Yes, chef. I got-- TIFFANY: I fucking hate the stupid look she gives to people. I can't stand it no more.

I've just had it Barbie's attitude. Like, she thinks she's fucking god, or something. BARBIE: Pizza's coming out.

Here you go. Pizza, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Thank you so much.

Table 50, please. Let's go. Get off your fucking high horse.

You're not good at cooking. Like, ugh, I fucking hate her. GORDON RAMSAY: One more pizza.

BARBIE: Pizza coming, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go. NARRATOR: While Barbie steps up to save Tiffany's pizza station, on the blue side-- GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go, blue team.

Four covers away table 20. Two wedge salad, two smoked salmon. Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: --it's now up to Brian on appetizers to keep the positive momentum going. Let's go, get those Bellinis out. Get the Bellinis on first.

I'll make the plate, get the Bellinis on. All right, all right, don't worry. My style in the kitchen is very light.

I do a lot of voices all the time, and the guys love it. Just shut the fuck up, man. It's not even funny, honestly.

Brian, tell me when you're a few away, man. What, I-- what the fuck did he just say? I have no idea.

Brian's an annoying kind of fucking dude. I had enough of his bullshit. Either shut your fucking piehole, or learn how to communicate.

I always wanted to make Bellinis, ever since I was a little boy. - Smoked salmon. - Answer him.

Smoked salmon! Smoked salmon, coming right now, chef. I've got Bellinis.

Bellinis, ready. Don't make the Bellinis too small. To can't layer anything on there.

Need me to make some more? I'll make some more. How can you sit something on that size, look.

Yes, chef. It needs to be there. Yes, chef.

I've got to new Bellinis, so give me a sec. He Bellinis away. We're making something so simple look so difficult.

Yes, chef. CLEMENZA: Stay with it, Brian. Concentrate.

Brian, pay attention, please. Keep making Bellinis, let's go. Bloop, bloop.

The flavor zone looks nice. Oh. BRIAN: Unbelievable.

GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, just fucking shut up, Brian. Hey, I've got one big imitation. Try imitating being a fucking chef for two minutes.

Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Yes? Yes.

Brian, how long? It's ready, chef. Give it to me then, you fucking idiot.

Yes, chef. Coming right now. Smoked salmon.

OK, not so sloppy either, Brian. BRIAN: Yes, chef. Fuck off, Brian, yeah?

BRIAN: Yes, chef. Seriously, enough's enough. While I like your funny side, I want to see your serious side now.

BRIAN: Yes, chef. Oh, fuck off. Yes, chef.

Fuck me, unbelievable. NARRATOR: While Brian tries to get serious, over in the red kitchen, Tiffany-- I got your Bellinis cooking right now. NARRATOR: --is attempting to redeem herself on appetizers.

Two smoked salmon, two shrimp cocktail. How long? - We're waiting on the Bellinis.

30 seconds, chef. Come on, Tiffany. You got to speed up a little bit, then.

It's like you're fast asleep on there. TIFFANY: Yes, chef. About 20 seconds, chef.

Tiffany just has no respect for the food. I don't think they're going to take those. Who cares, Dana?

She doesn't care about anything. The only thing that I have seen her passionate about in "Hell's Kitchen" is a cigarette. Shrimp cocktail's done.

I'm dragging two smoked salmon. Bring it up right away, let's go. Walking, walking.

Right behind. Two smoked salmon. Hey ladies, all of you come here.

Come here. The secret of a good kitchen, a good chef, is consistency. What is this?

You can't give them one perfect one and one shit one. TIFFANY: That's my fault, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, Tiffany.

Fuck off, ladies, yeah? Come on, Tiffany. Can more than one of you start making Bellinis?

Yes, chef. I'll start making Bellinis. Can someone start leading a little bit?

Yes, chef. I got it. Once again it's pandemonium.

So, OK, I'll fix it. I'm about there with Bellinis. I just can't take it anymore.

Like, I don't want help. Barbie thinks she runs this place. I've just had it.

BARBIE: Two smoked salmon- coming. Here you go. GORDON RAMSAY: Service, please.

Two smoked salmon. Go, go, go, go. Nice, very good.

Very nice, indeed. Perfect Bellinis, chef. OK, god.

I've had it with her fucking attitude. NARRATOR: Barbie steps up once again and red diners are enjoying their appetizers. Meanwhile on the blue team, Clemenza-- Pizza's coming.

NARRATOR: --Justin-- That's a first order of Bellinis. NARRATOR: --and Brian-- Bellinis will be up in three seconds, man. NARRATOR: --have hit their stride and appetizers are flying out of the kitchen.

Hey, blue team, the appetizers are rolling out, now we're hitting the entrees. Let's go. Three filet, three rib eye.

Yes, chef. It's time to start showing chef Ramsay I mean business. It's steak night and this is what Gordon Ramsay's Steak in Las Vegas is all about.

So I'm bringing energy, stamina, passion, drive, commitment, and team. Chef, rib eyes on your right. Right behind you with the garnish.

GORDON RAMSAY: No sear. Look at the color on there. Look at it, it's like boiled meat.

Aw, fuck off guys. All of you, come here. Look at the meat.

No sear, it's just like, boiled. Where's the sear? I'll get it right, chef.

Tonight is steak night. Let's go. NARRATOR: While Patrick refires his rib eyes-- PATRICK: Oh, brother.

NARRATOR: --over in the red kitchen. I want you now, two filet, two hanger steak. Yes, chef.

Let's go. NARRATOR: It's now up to Kimmie on meat and Robin on the grill to get entrees moving out of the red kitchen. KIMMIE: Two filet, what was the other one?

- Two filet, two hanger, right? - Yes. Two filet, two hanger.

Yes! All right, I was making sure-- you don't need to scream, Robin. Robin is acting crazy as fuck right now.

I honestly think she's still holding the grudge from the challenge about that fucking rib eye. ROBYN: Kimmie, you let me know when you're walking, OK? KIMMIE: Sure will.

ROBYN: Kimmie, I'm coming, OK? KIMMIE: Yeah, I'm slicing, dude. Can I walk?

KIMMIE: Uh, give me just one second. Can I walk? Dammit.

ROBYN: You guys, how long? Two minutes, chef. Two minutes.

How much? These steaks are fucking huge. It's not my fault.

It's not my fault, dude. Really? Kimmie, she doesn't know what she's fucking doing.

Fucking bitch. Ready! All right, running.

I got it, I got it. Bitch. You all right with that?

No, nowhere near it. Oh, Jesus. Here we go, it's going down.

Kimmie's going to get yelled at. This is going to be fun, folks. Get the popcorn, because it's about to get good.

All of you, come here. Hey, look, we can't even get steak cooked. It's badly sliced.

Who did what here? Kimmie, Robin, look at me. Who done it, then?

I did the filets. I cut the steaks, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Look at the way it's sliced.

It's like it's been cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet?

That's cooked beautifully, sliced beautifully. Hell yeah. I knew my shit was right.

Robin is fucking up and I'm just outshining her. I'll cut one up right now. Mush out, guys.

How much simpler to I have to make it? Yes, chef. I need-- can I get a slicing knife, please?

Killing me, man. NARRATOR: While Kimmie and Robin start over on their first table of entrees, in the blue kitchen, Patrick is desperate to impress with his refired rib eyes. Going up the path, behind you.

Behind you, chef. I start off rough with underseared steaks. I know I'm making mistakes, but I know I have it in me.

I know I'm a special chef. Finally, hello. That's the way you sear meat.

There you go. Thank you, chef. Woohoo, I'm so happy.

I got this now. I'm back on track. GORDON RAMSAY: Service, please.

Blue team, away, table 22, yeah. Concentrate. Two filet, one hanger steak.

Yes, chef. Four minutes. Royce Royce doesn't even answer.

Three filet, one hanger. Tell him three filet, one hanger. Three filet, one hanger.

One more time. - Three filet, one hanger. - One more time.

- Three filet, one hanger. - One more time. Three filet, one hanger.

I got two minutes on mine. OK, give me three minutes. Three minutes, chef, on-- GORDON RAMSAY: On what?

Two filet, one hanger. Oh my god. I'm gonna-- Three filets, sorry.

Three filet, one hanger! Hey you, hey fuckwit. Hey, come here, you.

- Oh fuck. - Hey you, you. On me, let's go.

Patrick, fuck off. Aw, fuck me. Fuck.

Hey, outside. Get some fresh air. Fuck off.

I yelled two, like an idiot. It's a stupid, bonehead move, and I can't fucking believe, with all my experience, I fuck up like that. I can't believe it.

I can't. I know I've made my mistakes in the kitchen, but I do not quit, and I'll always fight. I can get this right.

Chef, may I come back to the kitchen? Get on there, you. What's going?

PATRICK: Three filet, one hanger. - There you go. - How long on that hanger?

They're coming out right now. NARRATOR: With Patrick back in the game on the meat station, over in the red kitchen-- Walking with a filet. Hangers walking up.

NARRATOR: --Robin is ready with her hangar refire. And the red team is praying that it is worthy of being sent out by chef Ramsay. GORDON RAMSAY: Nice, very good.

Service, please. Here we go, on order three, covers table 64, rib eye, loup de mer, filet. Yes, chef.

NARRATOR: The red team is ready to move on to their second table, and chef Ramsay-- Can you ladies pick it up at all? NARRATOR: --is hoping that the red kitchen has finally found their rhythm. GORDON RAMSAY: How long?

I'm ready to slice. ROBYN: I'm ready with the fish. Can I run?

Yeah, go. ROBYN: Behind, running now. Are you fucking serious?

What's the matter, girl? It would've been information that would have been useful fucking a minute ago. Hey, I need, I just need a minute, Cristina.

I'm with you. ROBYN: You just told me to run. She just told me to run the fish up, are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me. You have to talk to her also, Robin. But she just heard it, she said run.

I didn't hear your garnish, Robin. Christina. Fuck it, fuck it.

I'm with you. When are you going to be ready, babe? 45 seconds.

KIMMIE: 45 seconds to the window, heard. Yes, thank you. Oh my god.

My fish is dying. You know what, you can go fuck yourself. Because now I know where we stand.

This is where the sabotage starts. Christina, how long, baby? You ready?

Yeah. Go with sauce, walk with sauce. Filet, rib eye.

GORDON RAMSAY: Honestly, it gets fucking worse. All of you, come here. Just touch that fish there.

Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have, and I'm 44 years of age. That should be fucking cooked fresh.

He's not gonna yell at us, he's yelling at one of the chefs. How long ago did you cook that? Three minutes ago.

- Three minutes ago. - Yes, chef. That's fresh.

Three minutes ago, touch. That shit is nasty. I took it off three minutes ago, and I covered it.

So, again, when did you cook it? Seven minutes ago, then. GORDON RAMSAY: Oh, seven minutes ago.

Well, I took it out three minutes ago. So four minutes for it to cook, so seven minutes ago, chef. Yeah, maybe 17 minutes ago.

You've got to be out of your fucking mind to lie to chef Ramsay, because he knows. He's not stupid. What's going on with the fish, Kimmie?

I gotta refire it. - Three minutes. - Get rid of that shit.

I wouldn't even feed that to my fucking cats. NARRATOR: While the women start over on entrees-- Fuck off, Robin. NARRATOR: --their hungry diners grow hungrier.

Where's the dinner? I don't know what time it is. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen, the men are looking to rally once again.

But first, chef Ramsay has a little quiz for Patrick. What's going? Three filet, one hanger.

I want this table coming together at the same fucking time. Got it? Yes, chef.

Chef Ramsay is all over Patrick right now. All right, get your head back in the game, let's go. But I think that's because he sees a lot in him.

Beautiful, Patrick. That's beautiful, man. Gonna slice.

I come back in with a fire. I'm like, I'm going to nail this shit. We got a few more tables left to go.

I'm not giving up, I know I've got all my steaks working. Let's go, come on, we can't lose it now. Oh, fuck me.

Chef, walking to the pass with two filet. I put three steaks up and the last one was fucking rare. Chef, I have two I'm bringing back.

One more in 30 seconds. Fucking hell, no. I've got two filet here.

Coming up right now, chef. I asked for them at the same time. Where's the filet?

It's not there. Right now, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Fucking hell.

I know I'm in trouble, I'm shitting my pants right now. I got a 50-50 chance I'm going to get my ass handed to me. Chef, filet.

GORDON RAMSAY: Fucking raw. Hey. - Yes, chef.

Come here, you. Me Is that what you served me today? No, chef.

Ah, chef. I'm sorry, that's raw. Not good, not fucking good.

It's raw? Get out. Fuck.

Patrick was in his head tonight, and he just couldn't seem to bounce back. He was cooking scared tonight. I'm sorry, girls.

I'm sorry, honey. I keep letting my family down. I'm sorry.

And it's very frustrating, because they have so much faith in me, and they were so proud of me to go here and fulfill the dream. And I'm blowing it. I'm sorry.

God, I'm sorry. Chef, filet coming at you right now. Here's your filet, chef.

Service, please. NARRATOR: Justin has come to the rescue and beautifully cooked steaks are once again making their way out to the dining room. That's really good.

Go team blue. Go team blue. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, all the red team needs to get their second table of entrees out, is for Robin and Kimmie to work together.

How long? A minute. DANA: Kimmie and Robin need to pull their shit together, or we're gonna be screwed.

How long on the loup and the filet? How-- a minute. KIMMIE: A minute, Christina, a minute.

I just kissed it so we'll walk in 30 seconds. 30 seconds passed, yes? Yeah, I'm just waiting to slice, dude.

ROBYN: Slice it. I'm not ready to slice it yet. I got it, I'm not ready to slice.

But you said a minute, Kimmie, and that's a minute. Fucking getting me all off on my fish. Hey, you two, come here.

What's going on? Come here, what's going on? You said two minutes, so then I-- It's resting.

It's resting. So then you said a minute and a half. Right, and I'm going to slice at a minute, because then Christina's ready.

But a minute's passed already. My fish is dying because a minute's really two minutes. No it's not, dude, I'm counting.

All right, I'm wrong. Yeah, you are this time. I'm not wrong.

Wow. Can you get it together? Fucking bitch.

She's really starting to piss me off. GORDON RAMSAY: Service, please. NARRATOR: Despite their constant bickering, somehow Robin and Kimmie get it right, and entrees are leaving the kitchen.

It's really good. The Very nice. NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen.

Two loup de mer, two hanger steak. Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Let's go.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay is counting on Royce on the grill to keep up the pace. Two loup de mere, two hanger. Yes, chef.

Three minutes. I'm very good at cooking steak. I definitely feel that I'm the Rolls-Royce of cooking.

I know, I've got two hangers going up now. Make sure it's cooked correctly, OK? I'm really good at meat temperatures.

If you just see how it cooks, you're just, you're in one with the meat. You melt with it. [gong] GORDON RAMSAY: It's fucking raw.

All of you, come here. All of you! Yes, chef?

A hanger steak, raw, and perfect. I knew it was too good to be true. Hey you, Rolls-Royce, fuck off.

Why the fuck would you kick me out for nothing? I pushed all my shit out perfect until one table. I mean, come on.

I don't get why he never gives me one extra chance. NARRATOR: With Royce and Patrick sidelined in the dorm, the remaining members of the blue team-- Coming up. Clemenza, you OK?

- I'm ready. Any time, you are, I'm ready. NARRATOR: --push to complete dinner service.

Garnish up, guys. Right Right in the window right now, chef. Let's do this.

What's the next one? NARRATOR: Meanwhile, over in the red kitchen. You're not even communicating, Kim.

Your minutes are not minutes. - Yeah, it is. I know how to count, do you?

NARRATOR: The women continue to serve up just as much attitude as food. Two hanger steak, two loup de mer, one rib eye, one cheeseburger. Yes, chef.

Kimmie, let me know when we're gonna walk together, OK? Did you hear me, Kimmie? Oh my god, Robin, just stop talking to me.

For real. Uh, girl, don't even go there with me. Oh my god.

We need to work as a team, and you can't do that because you have a personal problem with me? Good, I have a personal problem with you. I cannot stand your fucking ass.

Fuck me. My team is like a freaking anchor on a ship, and we are just going down. Cheeseburger right here.

Can Can I get the French fries for a cheeseburger? No, because I have time on the French fries-- Can you shut up and stop fucking yelling at me? I am sick of the yelling.

You want to talk, talk. Do not yell. BARBIE: Oh my god, I can't.

Look at you all. What a sad situation. Oh, Jesus.

Blue team. - Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Blue team.

- Yes, chef. - Come here. - Who needs it?

Justin, on the fish. Day Brian, on the meat. Let's go.

Chef Ramsay does not need to put the blue team in our kitchen. It's embarrassing. You know, obviously, at that point that the red team has lost tonight.

I don't need any fucking help. I'm good right now, I don't need nothing. Oh my god.

I don't need anything, I'm cool. All right, I understand. I don't need-- these are my fish pans.

Leave my fish alone. Talk to me, somebody, anybody, what do you need? Not her here listening to me.

Dude, who fucking cares? Just cook. They're all yelling, and screaming, and arguing, and holy shit.

It is chaos. Her count on the rib eyes, that's the second check, it's what fucked up my fish. Just shut the fuck up and cook.

Oh my god, I can't. Hey, there's kids in the diner. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Hey, you guys-- Dude, pull Dude, pull it together. How long on your rib eyes? - Rib eyes, three minutes.

Fucking stupid dumb bitch. Gotta go back because the filets that you fucked up. Yeah, maybe your count's fucked up.

. Fucking crybaby she is. How long?

Behind, running now. Walking right behind. Hangers Hangers are up.

- They're up? OK. Yes, the check is up.

Hey. Hey, hey, just stop. Come here, all of you.

Just touch them. Put your hand on top. Put your hand on-- put your hand on top!

I'm putting it on top. I need to get over there. Stone cold.

Red team, you, you, you, you, you, fuck off. Get out. This is absolutely unreal to me.

We had such great momentum up till this day, and now it's all down the toilet. The The two fish, I was told five minutes, so I fired them. The meats were off on the counts.

I am so livid right now. Oh my god, all hell's going to break fucking loose. My fish were dry because of a missed call.

I'm fucking over it, dude. I'm over it. I'm so tired of her bitching.

It's just too much. It literally drives me nuts. I'm so pissed.

I can't even listen to her. I can't listen to her. Dude you should go up and defend yourself, because your girl is throwing you under the bus right now.

But the meats were off, on the counts. If she knew where she was going, but she didn't tell me, she wasn't communicating. Because when Kimmie works the station, she doesn't communicate.

KIMMIE: So you're throwing me under the bus? ROBYN: I'm not throwing you underneath the bus. I'm saying what I heard, come on.

ROBYN: I'll tell you exactly what I heard. Come on, tell me, then. Come on.

ROBYN: Kimmie, you better step the fuck back. Bitch, I ain't stepping no where. ROBYN: You think I'm scared of you?

KIMMIE: I'm not scared of you. You throwing me under the bus. Cool, bitch, cool.

- It's true. You called me a fucking bitch today, and you want me keep my mouth shut? It is so ghetto right now.

Just shut up. You fucking talk to everyone like they're a fucking piece of shit. - No I don't.

You called her a piece of shit. And you're fucking starting trouble, like I threw her underneath the fucking bus? I started trouble?

Did you, or did you not just say that her two fucking rib eyes-- Yes, I did. I'm not lying. So she didn't lie to me.

So you're throwing me under the bus. Cool, bitch, cool. - It's true.

It's true. KIMMIE: Cool. Do what you do, home slice, because I know ain't none of my god damn steaks come back.

How many fish came from you? It's true. My two fish came back because of you.

KIMMIE: Fuck you, fuck you. Go fuck yourself, it's cheaper. What's funny is that Kimmie and Robyn used to be BFFs, and now all of the sudden they're arch rivals.

I'm so fucking done with you, dog. I'm so fucking done with you. - It's been done.

Keep my friends close, enemies, closer. That's why I was keeping you close to me, Kimmie. There's no excuse for her to have called me a bitch when she was supposed to be my friend.

You just said you keep your enemies closer, right? You just said we ain't friend, right? ROBYN: You called me a fucking bitch.

Fuck you. We ain't friends. Fuck you.

Kimmie and Robyn, they've just been, you know, kinda going at it all night. Fuck you, we ain't friends. You called me a fucking bitch.

Fuck you! The shouting and the name calling, all that. It's like, dude, like, shut up.

ROBYN: Oh, Kimmie, suck my dick. NARRATOR: While Robyn offers Kimmie an interesting suggestion, back in the kitchen, it's up to Justin-- Get that first one up NARRATOR: --Brian-- First noodle. NARRATOR: --and Clemenza-- Hanger steak coming out, chef.

NARRATOR: --to complete dinner service for both teams. Service, please. This is really, really good.

Is it really good? Yeah? GORDON RAMSAY: Last table.

Concentrate, guys. Two meatballs, one rib eye, one loup de mer. Yes, chef.

All right, All right, let's go, guys. - Rib eye. - Yes, chef.

Coming up. - Got your sauce. OK, get it up.

I'm going with the rib eye, you get that up, OK? Got it. Tonight was really tough, but Justin's strong, Clemenza's strong, I'm strong.

So I'm really not surprised that we're the last three left. Let's go. Loup de mer for the window.

Pasta going, right now. GORDON RAMSAY: Table 10, please. This is so good that I want to come back tomorrow.

GORDON RAMSAY: Stoves off, let's go. Shutting down. Holy crap.

Let me just get one thing clear, ridiculous. I started service tonight with 11 chefs. I finished the service with three.

Thank you, Brian. - Yes, chef. Justin, Clemenza, thank you.

Yes, chef. The winning team tonight, there's no such thing. There was more passion in the valet parking before our guests arrived in this restaurant tonight.

Embarrassing. Red team, blue team, back upstairs. Come up with two nominees to leave.

Piss off. I can't believe that we didn't win. I mean, the entire red team was kicked out of the kitchen.

But we started with five, we ended with three. Based on tonight's service, we have an easy decision. I'll go.

I got Royce and Patrick tonight. For obvious reasons. I'd have to say the same thing.

I didn't deserve to get nominated. I had one thing come back. But that's my team.

It's not really much of a team. I really screwed the pooch on the callbacks, and then on the last rare steak. That got me thrown in the kitchen.

I mean, I get it guys. I screwed it up. I screwed up for myself.

I screwed up for my blue team. But I'm so much better than this, and I know I have it in me. I'm going to come back strong, because I'm not a quitter, I'm a fighter.

All right, guys I think we need to start talking about this. I'm going to say Tiff. It was too much with the screaming.

Can you shut up and stop fucking yelling at me? You want to talk, talk. Do not yell.

My biggest reason for nominating Tiffany was that fight she got into with Barbie. Completely unprofessional and unacceptable, especially on family night. - That was intense.

I thought you guys were going to fist fight over the deep fryer. No, I'm just sick of, like, yelling. It just really drives me up a wall.

I was just trying to be clear. Like, please don't put that down. I can't handle that.

Barbie is the weakest person on this team, and we just had it with Barbie's attitude. We're here to cook food, we're not here to give an attitude, like. I'm going to vote for Robyn and Tiffany.

Because Tiffany, the pizzas came back, and that's what fuck this up on apps. And Robyn didn't have no communication with me on fish, so. I'm voting for myself.

One of my votes' for Kimmie, for miscommunicating. There she goes with this bullshit. She didn't communicate with me.

I was right across from her. All she had to do was look at me. Yes I did.

Kimmie, do you know what, why don't be a woman and admit to fault. Because I didn't fault tonight. Really?

This is what you do, Kimmie. At least I admit to my fault. I didn't fault, or I would admit to this shit.

You You told me to run the fish. That's what fucked my fish up the first time. How many of my steaks came back tonight?

Your fucking call was off. All you-- No, my call wasn't. Your fucking ears need to be cleaned out, bitch.

You better fucking watch who you're fucking calling bitch. - Hey, hey, hey! - Get out of my face.

- I am in your fucking face. - Hit me, girl, because bye bye. [ARGUMENT CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND] It is ugly.

They're standing this close together, and I'm just thinking like, who's going to hit who first? - Hit me. - I ain't gonna hit you-- Hit me.

--because I ain't a child like you. I'm not a fucking child like you. Fucking hit me.

Robyn, Robyn. Get the fuck out of my face. ROBYN: I'm not getting in your face.

What are you going to do, fucking hit me? Get out of my way. Get the fuck away from me.

Don't even fucking get me ghetto, Kimmie. Stop. Stop.

Tonight, I am just so over the shouting and the name calling, all that shit. Any conflict that's ever happened on our team, somehow Robyn has her hand in it. So, yeah, I'm ready to have that cancer cut out of our team.

The votes are in. Deal with it. Steak night.

Disaster night. I mean, really embarrassing. Clemenza, first nominee and why.

Gotta go with Patrick. Putting out raw meat, couple of dishes came back. I mean, at this point in the game, it's inexcusable.

Second nominee and why. Second nominee was Royce. He got thrown out as well.

I mean, there's just some mistakes shouldn't be made. Red team. Kimmie, first nominee and why.

Our first nominee, chef, is Tiffany, because of the appetizers. She got us off to a slow start. Second nominee and why.

Our second nominee, chef, is Robyn, because she pretty much lied to you, and told you that she cooked the fish for three minutes, and she cooked it for seven, so. What? I didn't lie to you, chef, when I said I took the fish out at three minutes.

The fish was cooked seven minutes prior, so miscommunication. on what I said, but I did not lie to you. What.

I know I've been true to myself about not lying, because that's the way my mother raised me. Oh my god. Oh my god, Kimmie, please.

You know what, Kimmie, if you really want to get dirty right now, we can get dirty. You think I'm scared of you? You called me a fucking bitch today, and you want me to keep my mouth shut?

Guess what, there's no friends in this competition, because I want to work for him. Wow. Royce, Patrick, Tiffany, Robyn, step forward, please.

Royce, I'm running out of patience. Tell me why you think you should stay in "Hell's Kitchen". Chef, I got a lot of fight me.

I come through these doors every day with a lot of fight. I've been kicked, beaten, and stabbed, and I keep coming back for more. And that's what I'm going to keep doing.

I feel like I'm getting better and better every day, and I feel like I'm twice the man every day I come in here. I'm not feeling it. Patrick.

- Yes, chef. Why do you think you should stay in "Hell's Kitchen"? I'm a professional, chef.

I bring all my passion, and my commitment, and my drive. There's no doubt I have some rust on me on the line. I'm fighting through that.

I have the heart for this. I've worked my whole life for this opportunity. What have you got left that I haven't seen?

I can cook, I can complete the service, I can command that kitchen, chef. I can do it. Every time my back's turned, I panic, because I know you're not coming forward with the goods.

Don't lose faith in me. I can do it. Tiffany.

Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: Do you care? Right now I'm not done.

It's just, the cattiness sometimes on our team just sucks, you know what I mean? - Barbie. - Yes, chef.

You've You've been shaking your head. What the fuck's going on back there? Talk to me.

I feel like Tiffany doesn't care about standards. She doesn't care about technique, she doesn't care about service-- - Really? --she doesn't care about professionalism, or she wouldn't have stood at the pass and turned to curse at me.

Barbie, you gave me attitude. For twice tonight, you gave me attitude. You were like, uh-uh, I'm not ready, don't bring those up.

This is the cattiness I'm talking about. I don't deal with that. If you want my opinion, I think that Barbie is the weakest person in this kitchen, because she can't run a station by herself.

BARBIE: What? I don't want to hear your attitude, or your eye rolling, or your crap. Honestly She doesn't care, chef.

Do you care? I do care. How much, on a scale of one to 10?

I care, a scale of one to 10, like, a nine. Robyn. Yes, chef.

Why do you think you should stay in "Hell's Kitchen"? I feel like I should stay in "Hell's Kitchen" because I have more fight in me. I have not given up.

I'm here, but I want to be here. I do have standards, but I drop off my standards sometimes, because I'm trying to save someone's ass besides myself. Whose ass are you saving?

Who is it, tell me. I sometimes feel like I protect Kimmie. Is this true?

Kimmie? - Yes. - No.

Not at all. - Yes it is true. Why you lying?

If you think you're saving my ass, you didn't save my ass in the rib eye competition, did you? Hey, I told you to send your rib eye. Don't turn around, Christina, because I did.

Oh really? So now you're in charge of me too? I'm not even talking to you, Christina.

Oh, go ahead, girl. ROBYN: I'm not talking to you. This is the kind of shit that goes on, chef, which is why I hate working on the red team.

I'd prefer to be on the blue team. CHRISTINA: They're going to kick your ass. No they won't, because they respect me, because I fucking come in here with 250 fucking percent.

Oh my god. Well, this is insane. You ladies were riding high.

Success after success. And look at the state of you now. OK.

My decision is Tiffany and Royce. Back in line. I care.

Come on, come on. Just shutup, that's it. The person leaving "Hell's Kitchen", Patrick.

Give me your jacket. Your time is done in "Hell's Kitchen". Wow.

It's not happening. Or if it is, it's fast enough. - Thank you for the opportunity.

- Thank you. - Take care. Good night.

You know, I had higher expectations going into this. My family's going to be disappointed and a little sad for me, but opportunity comes along, and you've got to grab onto it and try. It'll be great to go home, though, and see my wife and kids, I'll tell you that.

Let me tell you something, based on tonight's performance, I'm not done yet. Not on the back of a service like that. Robyn, give me your jacket.

Yes, chef. Yes, chef. GORDON RAMSAY: You are leaving the red team.

You're joining the blue team. Let's see how you perform now. And if you complain about the blue team the way you did about the red team, I'm going to be looking at you, and you only.

Yes, chef. Good night. Good night, chef.

Yes. Good luck to the blue team. Have fun with her.

You're not going to like her, but you have fun. Robin's coming over with some hate for the red team, and she's got something to prove. Hopefully we can turn that into some positive energy and make that work for the blue team.

I came here to be the best, and working on the red team, they've only brought out my worst. And now that bullshit's going to be dropped, because I work better with fucking men. GORDON RAMSAY (VOICEOVER): Patrick talked a good game, but he couldn't back it up with his cooking, so it was time for him to leave "Hell's Kitchen".