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- Previously
on "Hit the Floor"...

- You can't go back to Miami.

They cancelled your contract

and banned you from the arena.

- Let's go beast.

- The crowd loved your dance.

- Congratulations,
we're stealing it.

I got your number, boo.

Watch me call it.

- I am a walking hot mic.

It's either a fire
you're willing to play with

or it's not.

- Um, this is $20,000.

- I thought you could use it.

- I'm Eve,
Olivia and Chase's daughter.

- I don't work for you.

You are not the coach.
You're not the owner.

You're nothing.

- You want to adopt me?
- Only if you want me to.

I don't care about
Jesse Reade's rights.

You can't lose
if you change the game.

- Jelena's gone.
She, uh, took Miguel.

- What do you mean she took
off? What about the team?

- I'm the new owner
of the Los Angeles Devils.

- Perfect timing.
I can't find my badge.

Derek Roman
saves the day again.

- Again?

- You singlehandedly
won the Devils

their first game of the season.

I don't know what they'd do
without you.

- You heard something
I haven't?

- Not at all.

Although, I couldn't help
but see your face

when you heard
Jude got the team.

Something tells me
you prefer Jelena to him.

- Yeah, I prefer
anybody to him.

Feeling's mutual.

- Does that worry you?

The owner of the team
not being a fan?

- I've got bigger things to
worry about than Jude Kinkade.

Tell me how you did it.

- Where'd I lose you?

- How you got the team.

Jelena just swung by the arena
and said, "Go long"?

- Jelena Howard doesn't
give anything away,

especially not the Devils.

She thought it was
the right choice.

Six sexual favors
to five investors later...

- Baller moves...

both of you.

- I didn't have a choice, Noah.

When someone offers you

the one thing you've wanted
your entire life,

you grab it.

You can quote me on that.

- Oh, don't worry,
I was going to.

- It's like we screwed,
and here's my press release.

- Well, you've definitely
become my favorite source.

I went from boning
a lame old VP

to making love to the owner.

- That wasn't making love.

- Well, not the way you do it.

- Look, I'm sure you have
plenty of sources

in your back pocket, Noah.

- Well, I prefer
your back pocket.

- Someone's star is rising.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

I'ma play my music real loud.

- That must feel good.

- Well, it doesn't feel bad.

- You don't know feeling bad...

Yet.

Kyle, I need your help.

- I need my help.

Devil Girls Gone Wild
at Derek's party

cost me my salary bump,

and before I could plead
my case to Jelena,

she took off.

I got nothing. I hate nothing.

Maybe I could use her Midnight
Run to my advantage.

- Okay, okay, if I could
just focus you over here

for one minute.

So, the Devils have
a promo shoot

that's gonna run
with all the games all season.

But it's the same thing
every year.

Guys shooting baskets.

I thought maybe this year,
we can try something different.

Better.

- It's all Devil Girls.

- If those promos had us
in those outfits

on that set
with my choreography...

- And you front and center.

I'll run it up the flagpole.

- Ready for this Miami game?

- I didn't exactly leave there
in a blaze of glory,

and I'm sure they'll have
something to say about it.

- Bro, two years ago,
Devils-Miami.

You scored 62 of 98.

That's, like,
the highest percentage

of a team's total score
by any player in the league.

Now you got me.

- Hey.
You're not gonna stretch?

- I'm stretching
somewhere else.

- Watch Derek Roman
take on his old team

when Los Angeles hosts Miami,
only on ISN.

- A couple less shots
of him wearing a Miami uniform.

This little matchup
is loaded enough.

- Anything else?

- You're wearing
too much cologne.

- So, this is where
the action happens.

- One of the places.

- This Miami game is
going to be something.

You have your hands full.

So does Jude.

It's gonna be a baptism
by fire for him.

- He can handle it.
- Can he handle Derek?

Seems they have history.

They should both
tread carefully.

- Derek never does
anything carefully.

Jude knows that.

- Jude's never been
in the position

to do anything
about it, though,

and he's Oscar Kinkade's son.

- He'll be fine.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have some body spray
I need to choke on.

- Hello.

I need some gas
thrown on a fire,

and I hear you're the guy
that can do it.

- So, in addition
to being a liar,

you're a hoarder too.

- Liar?
What are you talking about?

- Telling London
ISN was covering the dance.

- She had a solo,
and I needed it.

She grabbed
the spotlight first.

- So you grabbed the poster?

- You're gonna lecture me
on hustling?

- I'm gonna lecture you
on using me to do it.

- Hmm.

You know what, Noah?
I'm used to being alone.

I can get used to it again.

- Well...

lots of people can't
be near me either.

- Well, we need to find some,

preferably men.

- We have a man.

Well, sort of.

- Who?

- Jelena kinda sold him
the team.

- You're smashing
the owner of the Devils?

Score!

We can double-date.

He can bring Derek Roman.

- They don't get along.

And you can't double-date

when you're not dating
in the first place.

Jude's too bruised.

- I guess it's just us then.

- Hey, boss.

I just need your John Hancock.

It's for a piece
of the Devil Girls.

Jelena was gonna sign it,
but you know...

Mm.

I love what you've done
with the place.

The personality's just... fine.

- Jelena wouldn't
agree to this.

And neither would I.

- Are you sure?

- Are you sure?

- You know what you need?
A hag.

- I've got one.

Anything else?

- Yeah. Have a look.

Maybe that will turn you on.

Nice spikes.

- Wait till you feel them
on your back.

I can't even imagine

what position we'd have to
be in for that.

- How would you feel
making double?

- What would I have to do?
- Me.

- Why don't we go triple?

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Come on, bring it.

- All right.
- Take it off.

- Eve Vincent.

what can I do for you?

- When it comes to dirt,

I hear you're an artist,
Pierce.

You went from a reporter
to a one-man WikiLeaks.

- Nah. WikiLeaks is nonprofit.

- You worked for my mother.

- She needed some information
on a few people,

and I got it for her.

You mentioned something
about a fire?

- Mm.

The Devils have a game
coming up against Miami.

With the way
Derek Roman left them,

it's already tense.

I want it to explode.

- You work for the league.

- I work for myself.

If Miami heard
Derek was trash-talking,

there would be... fallout.

- What kind of trash talk?

- That his season with them
was their fault.

Management was incompetent.

The team was weak.

Miami's a joke.

- The truth gets me off, Eve,

and I'm limp.

I can help,

but it's gonna take
more than spreading gossip.

If you want an explosion,

I'm gonna have to dig deep
into some real shit.

It's gonna cost him...

and you.

- This team has already
cost me everything.

Money's no object.

The Devils are nothing

without Derek Roman.

I want to make it impossible
for them to keep him.

- Whenever we have a
stressful game back in Boston--

--I'd have the guys
blow off some steam

with a little poker.

- What stress?

Feels like my past is
coming back to haunt me.

- I ran right into mine
after the game.

- Olivia's daughter?

These cards for me or you?

- Man, she thinks
Raquel is the reason

why her mother
isn't here anymore.

- No, Olivia is.

You suffered, man.

Raquel gave you
a second chance.

You took it and ran with it.

The past is the past.

- The past is the past.

- Miami's big.

- You can handle it.

Let's play.

- Chips are at the bar.

- I'll get a table.

- Derek won't respond
to any of my texts.

- "I'm at the Playground.
Come here.

We'll go back to my place."

- It's Noah.

- Is there a trap door
that I'm gonna fall through

when he gets here?
- Look--

- Congratulations, boss man.

- Thanks.
Have you seen Derek?

- He's here with me.

- If he thinks I'm gonna
put up with this...

- We're about to play
some cards.

You should join us.

You know, if Derek and I
can squash what's between us,

so can you.

- I wouldn't mind
doing some squashing.

- You're probably too classy
for poker.

- I am. Deal me in.

- Somebody's thirsty.

- I needed a distraction.

Looks like I found one.

- I'm here with my coach.

Saw your poster.

You didn't need
any rookie advice.

You clearly know
what you're doing.

- You have to grab
opportunities when you can...

Derek Roman.

- Lionel.

- Hi, Jude.

Maybe you got one
of my 15 messages.

- I must've missed them
15 times.

You ready?
- Got us a table.

- Won't these guys
get in the way?

- They're playing too.

Could be a good way
to bury the hatchet.

But maybe it's not such a good
idea to clean out the boss.

- Let's do this.

- So, how'd it go?

- Your idea was a hit.

You just slid a $1/2 million
promo to the Devil Girls,

you sly fox.
- Shut up.

- You're gonna want me to.

They love you, love the idea,

but they're not comfortable
with you front and center.

They want Jamie.

- Who's they?

- Jude.

- You keep extra chips
in your office?

- I keep a lot of things
in my office.

You should stop by sometime.

Wouldn't wanna disturb you,

rubbing lamps and all.

- You think I need the luck?

- You're obviously in need
of something.

- Hold this.

Drop these.

- What's wrong, Derek,
your game a little weak?

- Ooh. Hey, now.

- Ten-high straight.

You got a ringer.

- More like a shark.

- That Devil Girls promo
was my idea.

I should be front and center,
not her.

- I'm gonna be front and center
in a promo?

- No, you're not. I am.

- You're too controversial.

Maybe later, but for right now,
Jamie's the safer choice.

- Everyone deserves a shot.

- What are you doing?

- Buying her way in.

- Let her play for it.

- Derek, you don't
have to do this.

- Fine. I take the shark.

Whichever of you stays in
the game longest takes it.

You ready?

- To win?

Always.

- I left my Black Card
in my other purse.

- So we're playing
strip poker now.

- Let's see what you got.

- Your bet, Shark.

Chips or strip?

- Nothing Derek
hasn't seen before.

- I walked in on her changing
at the pool party, that's all.

- Too bad you don't have
another house to burn down.

It's a good stress reliever
with Miami coming.

- Too bad you don't have
a bodyguard.

You never know
when a beatdown's coming.

- You never know
who a new owner could trade.

I fold.

- You have been folding
all night.

Guess you didn't get
your pop's killer instinct.

- Noah. What a surprise.

Perfect timing.

I lost the last hand,
so you're losing your shirt.

- Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey,
no substitutions.

- It takes a lot more than this
to get my clothes off.

- He works for you.

Isn't that sexual harassment?

- Sue me.
- No problem.

I streaked across a WNBA game

just to see if anyone
would turn their head.

But I wanna produce
my own package on prime time.

Every item I take off,
I get 30 seconds towards it.

- Let's see that package.

- All right,
Noah's in the game.

- All right, come on,
let's play.

- Or not.

Full house.

- Four of a kind.
- Hey...

- Hopefully you'll be
this lucky tomorrow.

- You--how about a side bet?

I outlast you,
and you only talk to me

through German ever again.

- Okay.

And if I win,

you have to text me back
right away,

wherever you are,
whatever you're doing.

- Or we can just cash out

and go our separate ways.

- You better have German
on speed dial.

- Hey, stud.

- Kyle?

- Is this how you're handling
your money troubles?

- What am I doing?

- Half the lonely gals
in Los Angeles County,

from what I've been seeing.

I'm not hurting anyone.

- I'm not so sure,

judging by how the Wendy's girl
just walked out of here.

Listen, I'm the last person
to shame a game,

but this is costing you
more than it's making.

You're dragging on the court.

When you burn the candle
at both ends,

you're gonna wind up
with a belly full of ash.

- I... don't even know
what that means.

I do know
what cash means, though.

- That's a short-term solution
for a long-term problem.

I've turned many a man's
life around,

leaving them far, far better
than the wrecks I found them.

Some might call me a legend.

I could help you.

- I seem to be helping myself.

What are you doing here?

- That is none of
your business.

- He is literally
in my line of sight.

Can Noah go under the table

so I don't have to
look at his junk?

- It's distracting, isn't it?

- Jude doesn't seem to mind.

- Oh, you thought
that was funny?

- No, I didn't.

- So, Noah,

there's this guy
I want to set you up with.

He's... kind of a big deal.

- Yeah?

Well, uh...

- I'm sensing some hesitation,

so let's ask the table.

Who here thinks
that I shouldn't set Noah up

with someone smokin'?

- Go for it.
- Hook it up.

- As long as it's away
from my dream.

- Sure. Can he handle all this?

- Okay, whose bet is it?
- I'm up.

- Were you always
this lippy, German?

- I'm drinking milk.

Since side bets
are all the rage,

how about we make
one of our own?

- Oh, you drive a big boy car?

- I'm a big boy.

- I call your bet.

- How about you?
You want to fold again?

- I'm all in.

- Read 'em and weep.

- I'm out.
- Yeah, me too.

But three of a kind
beats two pair.

- Noah, put your clothes on.
You look like a tramp.

- Sure thing, boss.

- Something to say?

Oh, wait, wait, wait--
uh, wait.

Text it to German.
Text it to him.

Make sure you have his digits.

- I don't want to have to
take anyone to the hospital.

- I'd be more worried with him
being between these two

playing for that 500K promo.

Just saying.

- Listen, Jerry,

you're the knock-off
king of Chinatown.

Think of how much you can make

off all this Devil Girl
merchandise.

Thermoses.

Mugs...

Outerwear...

Innerwear.

- Well, now, see, that--

that would sell great
on Hollywood Boulevard.

- Mm-hmm.

Comes with matching panties.

They're so teeny-tiny,

you can't even fit the words
"Devil Girls" on them.

Just a tiny T.

So sad.

- Well, I might have
a separate site for those,

for more...

special treasures.

- Well, the rest of this bag
is full of 'em.

I'd be happy to show you.

Let me show you
my special treasures...

Jerry.

Yes, baby, yes!

Oh, yes, baby, yes!

Give me your Louis Baton.

Brand me with your Pucci.

We're gonna make millions
together! Oh!

- Oh, Kyle!

Kyle!

- I'm out.

I got what I wanted.

- It's down to you and me.

- Good. You know math.

You can help me count the pot.
- Or your tears.

It's called
a Broadway straight,

which fits,

'cause it just got
my name in lights.

- Straight flush...

like your career.

See, real sharks...

don't advertise.

- That was--
- I'm not done.

- Wow.

- Okay.

I'm kind of busy this week
with the, uh, game and all.

- Are you giving me the speech?

I don't get the speech,
I give the speech.

I am too busy for you
this week.

Get out of my car.

- Actually, it's mine now.

- You're still gonna
take my car?

After that?
- It's a Mercedes.

- Forgot something.

I can't seem to stop
losing things tonight.

- Well, you lost,

but... I like the fight
I saw in you.

Where'd you learn that?

- Self-taught.

When your dad takes off,
you learn real quick,

you eat what you kill.

- My dad took off.

- Was he a drug dealer too?

- He was not.

Where's your mom?

- At the ATM.

She was his best customer.

You saw something
in me tonight.

I saw something in you too.

You have a tell.

When you have a bad hand,

you change your grip
on your glass.

- Derek Roman's trash-talking
because he's trash.

He knows he took a shit
all over this team,

cashed that check,

and left us
in the damn gutter.

We're gonna leave him
in the gutter tomorrow.

- Trash talk?
I--I haven't said a word.

- Leave you in the gutter?

- It--it's just talk.

It'll--it'll be fine.

- When Jamie said
she had someone for me,

I didn't think
it was Chris Banks.

You're a movie star.
- I know.

Exciting, right?

She hit on me
at the opening game,

and then I had to
break her heart.

Is she okay?

- Uh... yeah.

- Huh.

- I didn't know you were gay.

- I mean...

what is gay?

- Someone who has sex
with other men.

- Well, I'm not out,

so don't go bragging.

- I'm gonna go brag about you?

- You'll want to...

but I'm a private person.

- I've seen your penis on IMAX.

- The body is
a beautiful thing.

I mean, my body is
a beautiful thing.

You'll see.

Once you sign
the nondisclosure agreement.

- Wait, the what?

- You okay with
meeting in backrooms?

- Uh... Jude.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Uh, I'm on a date here.

You just gonna sit and ruin it?

- A date?

I had--I had no idea.

Are you Chris Banks?
- Gotta go.

- If you wanted to go
on a date,

you could've just asked.

- This is your date, Noah.
I'm just sitting here.

But... while I'm
just sitting here,

no, I wouldn't mind you
not dating anyone else.

- Wow.

You really are a mess.

Does this usually work for you?

- This is usually where
the guy picks up the check

and runs for his life.

- You pick up the check.

I'll have another Americano

and one of those
Rice Krispie square thingies.

Lucky for you, I like messes.

- Okay, girl. Bye.

- Some crowd, huh?

- These Miami fans
are hard to miss.

- Hard to miss
you coming out of

Derek's bedroom at the party.

- Nothing happened.

Not that I would've put up
much of a fight.

- I don't blame you.

The man burns down his house,
he can just buy a couple more

with the change in his couch.

- I don't care about money.

- What do you care about?

- Greatness.

Derek Roman's out there doing.

He's in record books.

Anyone can win the lottery.

It's his name
you're going to remember.

That's sexy.

male announcer:
And now, introducing...

your Los Angeles Devils!

First up, number 26,

rookie guard Pax Lowe!

Number 11...

- I'm not sure if you're aware,

but some of these people
want your blood.

- Yeah, I caught that.

- Give 'em hell.

announcer: Number 22...
Derek Roman!

- Watch the top!

- Look, R.J., I don't know
what you heard.

- I heard enough.

- Pax, where's the cover?
- I'm trying, bro.

- Pax, get your man.
- Here.

Ah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you think
you can hold me, huh?

- Show me what you got, son.

- Son? You got no son.

- What? What'd you say?
- You heard what I said, boy.

You ain't got no son.

Your two-cent ex-wife
took care of that.

- Derek--Derek,
I had your back, bro.

I was right there.

- I don't need you to have
my back in a fight!

I need someone to have
my back on the court!

I can't do it all.

Stop idolizing me, man.

I am not your brother.

You wanna spit my stats
to me all the damn time,

how about I spit yours?

You played four years
in college.

That tells me
you're not a risk taker.

You spent the fewest minutes
on the bench per game

in the whole Eastern division.

That tells me
your game is your legs,

your endurance.

Look, I don't know
what is going on with you,

but you are useless out there.

Play the game or get out of it.

- My first game as owner,

and I'm giving six different
interviews on live TV,

explaining why my coach
has a concussion

and my captain was ejected.

What the hell are you doing?

- You are in some back office,
and I'm on the damn court!

I am in charge. I'm the boss.

You don't like it, trade me!

- Okay, girls,

let's show 'em
what a half-a-mil buys,

and I'm talking about ass.

- This is at least 200 Gs
right here.

- Okay, ladies,
I worked hard on this,

and it's gonna air all season,

so I need y'all to give me
everything and some change.

- Oh, don't worry.

I'ma give better than anyone.

- Okay, well,
let's hope the cameras

can find you in the back.

a glass of water

- What?

Really? Three to five years?

Jerry, we were supposed to
make millions together.

How much Devil Girl merchandise
can you make

between making license plates?

That was a real question.

Hello?

- Who hangs up on a legend?

- His time ran out,
and so did mine.

- I hope not,

'cause...

I need you.

All right, you're right,
I'm screwing up on the court.

I got shredded by Derek for it.

I can't keep letting him down.

Help me?

- I'll do it.

I will transform you.

- You're the greatest.

- And you will transform
my bank account.

Managers get 5%.

You want to be great,
or don't you?

- I do.

- I hope you got hazard pay.

- Better. My camera guy fell.

For picking up the camera
myself and keeping us going,

Lionel gave me two extra
minutes on my feature.

- Now you can say
you've covered a war.

- And dated
a People's Choice nominee.

Big week for me.
- How'd that go?

- South.

But all's well that ended well.

That double date
we talked about?

Jude's my plus-one.

- So my plan worked.

We're even
for my lying to London.

- Not totally even.

I'd have to be blind not to see
all that crap in your car.

- What about it?

- Your packed 2007 Honda

that never leaves the arena?

The fact you never leave
the arena?

You're living here.

You're homeless.

- What's that?

- A key to my place.

It's just a couch.

Just temporarily.

Unless you're too proud.

- Hey.

How's your face?

- The damage was done
the day I was born.

- I'm sorry
this happened to you.

- You didn't cause it.

- Well, no.

Let's see it.

Does it hurt?
- Nah.

I'm tough.

- You are.

I'll let you get back to work.

- Yeah. Okay.

- You're wrong about one thing.

- What?

- It's a good face.

- Hello?

- Derek?

- I came to check out
the shoot.

- You wanted to see
what your poker game

buy-in bought you, huh?

- I mean, I--I put you in,
but you won it.

- Looks like they'd hurt,

but they don't.

- That's amazing.

- Tonight was amazing.

For the first time
in a long time,

I feel like myself again.

- Good for you.

I didn't even finish the game.

Not the best night for me.

- Derek, this is
all because of you.

- I know, the--the buy-in.

- No, the whole idea.

From the beginning.

This promo had to
rep the season.

This is what the Devils
are about.

You've taken a beating,

but you keep coming, battling,

rising up, like a phoenix.

I was inspired by you.

- Hell of a first game.

The league's suspending Derek
30 games.

Hard to keep him
under these circumstances.

- Sometimes being
the boss means

protecting your investment.

- You better be careful, Jude.

You never know when the
next brawl's gonna break out

and who's gonna get hurt.

It could be you.

- Next on "Hit the Floor"...
- Derek, that night, us...

I just haven't been able
to stop thinking about it.

- London's everywhere.

- You woke the beast.

- She did.

- I could be your best friend
or your worst enemy.

Choose wisely.

- Thought you might be
staying here.

- I could be.

- Welcome to the Devil Girls'
boat ball, y'all!

- Are you dancing
for charity or Derek?

- I could ask you
the same question.