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- Previously on
"Hit The Floor"...

- This is my wife, Leah.

- Your wife cheated
on you with a Devil.

- Your player, Pax Lowe,
screwed my wife!

I want him gone!

- I don't care about money.
- What do you care about?

- Greatness.

- I'll do it.
I will transform you.

100.

- I don't know what you want.
- A truce.

- That's too bad,
because I don't trust you.

- You and Zero
were the "it" couple.

What happened?

- I'm not ready to do this.
- Bye, Jude.

- What's your moves?
Show me.

- Last night was interesting.
- That's a start.

- A start
implies a continuation.

- Since side bets
are all the rage,

how about
we make one of our own?

- Do you think I'm trouble?
- It's complicated, Eve.

- It doesn't have to be.

German.

- Oh, Derek.

- The water too hot?
- I like it hot.

Last night was, uh...

This morning was...

- I'm glad you came by.

- Me too.

Eve--

- Dress options for the
ISN Awards tomorrow night.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Here you go.

- Ah, the ISNYs.

The night
the sports world gathers

to celebrate their greatness.

Because gold medals, trophies,
and Heismans

just aren't good enough.

- You're not going?
- Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

The Devils aren't nominated
for anything this year.

- See, I step away for a
minute, and look what happens.

I'll make sure the Devils
break the record next year.

So who's the lucky guy?

- No one yet.

It's the awards tomorrow night,

and I'm just
figuring out the dress.

- I'm not going
with anyone, either.

- Well, maybe sometimes
last minute works out.

- Maybe it does.

- Good move.
Come on, now.

- All right, come on,
we hooping

or "Dancing With The Stars"?

- Come on, that joke
is as tired as you are.

- Oh.
- Who got that rookie?

- Nothing.
- Oh!

- Hey.
- I'm making those, baby.

- Come on, Smiley.
- What's up?

- Why does this feel like--

why does this feel like the
first day of kindergarten, man?

I ain't even
going to lie to you.

- Come on.
- I got it, hang on.

- Hey, tell this rook
to close his legs, man.

- It's luck.
- That's 6th grade, fam.

- They just playing around...

- Can I talk to you
for a minute?

- I'm in the middle
of something right here.

- I, uh, I meant what I said
about earning your trust,

which is why I'm coming
to you with this.

- The commissioner
is pressuring me

to get rid of a player.

Pax.

- Why?

- He slept with
the commissioner's wife.

- Look,

I am not interested
in Pax's personal life.

I only care about
what happens on the court.

I need him.

Check up, check up.
Pax, ball at the top, ay, yo.

When you pass that...

- Jude picked a hell of a time
to break up with you.

The ISNYs are tomorrow.

- Lionel put me
on sideline duty there.

I'll get to interview
Usain Bolt, Serena Williams,

Dale Earnhardt Jr.--
- You mean harass.

- I'm not going to blow it
by dwelling on an ouchie.

Can I have
some of your noodles?

- You really liked him.

- Jude's not the first person

who hasn't wanted
to be with me.

The show must go on.

- Preaching
to the choir, sister.

- "Sister"?
We're doing that now?

- We're workshopping it.

That charity donation
from Derek

wasn't the love letter
I thought it was,

but I'm not letting it
throw me off my game, either.

I'm going to do
what I came here to do,

and that's crush.

- That look on your face
terrifies me.

What's going on in there?

- Eyes on the prize.

- Eyes on the prize.

- The commissioner
wants Pax's head on a stick,

but Derek says he needs him.

So basically,
my two choices are

to ruin my relationship
with the league

or ruin my relationship
with my number one player.

- Well, Derek
already hates you, so...

I know you want
to keep Derek happy,

but the commissioner
is a nightmare.

If he says he's going
to make your life hell,

then he will.

Now, the ISNYs.

You're presenting an award:
Rookie of the Year.

You get it?

They're a rookie.
You're a rookie.

- My tux is at the cleaners.
- Pick it up

and spit-shine your shoes,
because you're also my date.

Noah's working the awards,
so you're free.

- Well, I wouldn't
be going with Noah anyway.

I ended whatever that was.
- Why?

- Got complicated.

- Noah's a lot of things.
Complicated isn't one of them.

Okay, then.
I'll keep this simple.

7:00 p.m. limo,
7:30 red carpet.

I am wearing sapphire blue.
Don't clash.

- Okay, except...

I don't know
what sapphire blue is.

- Google it.
And then Google Nancy Drew,

so she can track down
your gay gene.

- Hey.

Buddy boy, are you in trouble.

- What'd I do?

- Not what.
Who.

One of those Pink Panthers
you banged

is the commissioner's wife.

He found out about it,
and now he's out for blood.

Yours.

- I didn't know
that Leah was married.

I definitely didn't know
that she was married to him.

All right, hey, how was I
supposed to know who she was?

You didn't even
know who she was.

- Why me?
- You saw her

at the arena, and you yelled
at me for talking to her.

- Black Chanel bag,
red bottoms,

makeup by Home Depot.
Yeah, I remember.

- Why would Leah call me out?

- I wasn't alone that day.

I was with someone else.

Eve Vincent.

- From the commissioner's
office.

- How you know Eve?

- She came up to me
that day, actually.

She's the one who told me
who Leah was married to.

Do you think...

- What I think is that
you should lay low.

- The ISNYs are tomorrow.

- You can watch from home
in your underwear,

just like last year.
- What are you going to do?

- What I always do:
work alone.

Off you go.

- London.

- Who are you with?
- Rumor-or-real.com. Nate.

Can I ask you a few questions?
- No comment.

- So you have nothing to say

about your romantic
relationship with Derek Roman?

- My what now?

- I was thinking about
something like

"The Black Widow
Strikes Again."

Is Derek Roman her next
high profile victim?

- I don't have a romantic
relationship with Derek Roman.

He's someone else's
mess to fix.

- She denied it.

- Well.

There's your story.

- All right,
good practice, fellahs.

- What up, B?
- Yo.

- How'd you like to
be my date to the ISNYs?

- You want to go together?

- Yeah, I'd rather go
with a friend.

Won't have to worry about
anyone getting hands-y.

- Actually, I was planning on
watching it in my underwear.

- No one said
you had to dress up.

- Let's do it.
- Great.

The Devil Girls
are dancing at it.

We have a run-through
before the show,

so I'll see you there.

- Derek, how's it going?

- You look dapper.

- The threats helped.

- Lionel.
Great to see you again.

- Commissioner.

- I'm going to need a decision

on Pax Lowe
by the end of the night.

- Commissioner!
Over here, sir.

- You don't have to do this.

- This is exactly
what I have to do.

You're a key part of my team.

Whoever doesn't know that
needs to learn it.

- Hey.

Didn't think I'd ever
find you in this crowd.

- Wow, you look...

wow.

- You're here together.
- Friends' night out.

- Well, you killed it
in the vogue battle.

Congrats.
- Your wallet helped.

- I figured you could
use the win.

- I felt like a winner.

Shall we?

- Let's do this.

- I'm gone for a week,
and this happens?

- You and German?

- And me and Eve.

Not at the same time.
- No, Eve?

- Really?

You don't think German's
more surprising?

- Since when do you
dip in the lady pond?

- It's not my first time
getting wet.

- You'd think you would
have told me this,

oh, I don't know,
during my coming out.

- Nancy Drew's
clearly on the job,

because you're
queening out on me right now.

- Does this mean
I'm your hag now?

- Hmm.

- If I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were jealous.

- Who would I be jealous of?

- I'm wondering the same thing.

- Derek, someone could see.
- That is the fun part.

Where you been?
- Prepping for the dance.

- I could use
some prepping right now.

- What does that even mean?
- No idea.

Kiss me.

- I have to go check on
the wardrobe for the dance.

- I will be watching.

- Hey, watch where you're--

- Hey.
- Kyle.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh...looking fancy.

- Uh-huh.
So when I said lay low,

you thought I meant buy a tux,
get your teeth whitened,

and show up at the biggest
award show of the year?

- I also got my nails buffed.

I wasn't going to come.
- Mm-hmm.

- But then Jamie asked me
to be her date.

- If she asked you to
jump off a bridge, would you?

- Naked and on fire.

Look, Jamie or not,
I had to come.

I want to make things right
with the commissioner.

- Then send him
an Edible Arrangement.

Go home,
and let me handle this.

I've already
pleaded your case to Jude.

I was going to
work on the big man next.

- I don't want you
to fight my battles.

All right, and I need him to
know what kind of guy I am.

- The kind that would sleep
with his wife for $20,000.

He got it.
- The kind that wouldn't

purposefully wreck a marriage.

I have morals.

- I need the license plate

of that turnip truck
you just fell off of.

Mm, hold tight.
I need to have a little chat.

Hey.

Stay out of trouble.

- Kyle.
How's your night going?

- Rough, to be honest.

A friend of mine
is facing a pink slip.

The end of
their career, really.

Kind of a buzzkill.
- Mm, sorry to hear that.

- It's Pax Lowe.

Someone told the commissioner
he was sleeping with his wife.

- Wild.
- Right?

It made me think
of some other crazy things

that have gone on
around here lately.

Things no one could explain...

like the brawl.

I talked to one of
the dancers in Miami.

Seems there were rumors there
of a whole bunch of trash talk

Derek Roman
was supposedly doing.

Rumors that came out of LA.

- You don't say.

- Well, Jelena
could have squashed them

if she was around,

but she was forced to
take Miguel God-knows-where

because God-knows-who
sabotaged her custody.

I tracked down Jesse,
the boy's daddy.

Turns out the person
who called him

and got him
all worked up over Jelena...

was you.

- I can explain.

- I didn't come in here
for a touch-up.

- The Devils
took everything from me.

My childhood,
my mother, my father.

I can't let them
get away with it.

I won't.

- I know you've had
some tough things happen--

- This isn't just about me.

Kyle, you've worked
for the Devils for years.

You know what's gone down
inside that arena--

how many lives
have been ruined.

Enough is enough.

The Devils are going down...

but you don't have to.

The dancers have always been
close to my mother's heart,

and you've taken
good care of them.

I can take care of you.

- How?

- LA will have
a team next season.

It just won't be the Devils.

You can keep
the dancers together here

and get that cut
you've been trying for.

Two of the owners
already denied you of it.

I can make it happen.

- Own a stake
in the dance team?

- It's time people
started getting

what they deserve around here.

Don't you agree?

- Hey, you and I,
we should talk.

- Commissioner, sir,
just a second of your time.

- Walk away.
- I will.

But first...

I had to apologize to you.

I didn't know Leah was married.

That is a line I would
never cross, and...

job or no job--although
I'd still like to keep mine--

I needed to say that.

Man to man,
for what it's worth.

Man to man?

I'll see to it
that you never play

professional basketball again.

For what it's worth.

- Ladies and gentleman,
please take your seats.

The show is about to begin.

- How many people can say
they had their first date

sitting between
Irv Gotti and Gabby Douglas?

- Is this a date?

- Isn't it?

Yeah, I'm actually
having a really great time.

- You sound surprised.

- Yeah, well, it's still new.

Kind of unexpected, I guess.

- I'm a fan of the unexpected.
Keeps things interesting.

I'll get us another round.

- That looked cozy.
- It's a, uh...

recent development.

- Is this a thing?

- I don't know what it is.

- I'd think you'd be
trying to stay

as far away
from that as possible.

- She's a tough one
to stay away from.

- I almost wore that dress.

- Mm, that I would have
liked to see.

- Welcome back.
Where did you go?

- Ugh, some golf thing.

It's exhausting enough
having to pretend to care

about one sport.

There's, like, a thousand more.

There's always some ball
to shove in some hole.

- Well, you were missed.

- Not too badly.

You and German?
That's the choice you made?

- I didn't know I had a choice.

- I was just saying.
- Oh.

- I should get back to my date.
Enjoy yours.

- Here you go.

- This one's for the fans!
Definitely for the fans.

- Liar, liar.
- What are you talking about?

- I saw you with that reporter,

saying you and Derek
aren't hooking up.

We both know that's not true.
- Oh, do we?

- Why not just claim him?
What are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid of anything.

You're the one that's afraid of
what I might have with Derek.

Interesting that
everything I have

is everything you want.

Seems to be a pattern.

- You think?

Well.

Watch your step.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
the Los Angeles Devil Girls.

- Ready to go.

- Ready?

- Oh, you're doing this?
- Yeah.

Is that okay?
- Of course.

You know, interviews
aren't my favorite.

You have any pointers?

- Just be yourself,
and I'll take it from there.

- Okay.

- Rolling.
- Jude,

the Devils didn't have
a chance in hell this season.

Now you're fourth
in the Western Conference.

What do you think of your
chances in the playoffs?

- If we got out
of the first round,

I feel like it's anyone's game.

- How does it feel
being a virgin owner?

Most first times involve a lot
of fumbling in the dark,

followed by
self-loathing and regret...

or is that just me?

- Well, hopefully,
people will be calling

to congratulate me,

and not because
I gave them syphilis.

Good luck presenting
Rookie of the Year.

- Thanks, and fingers crossed

I don't trip
on my way to the stage.

- Would you?
I'm running low of GIFs,

and there's only so many times

I can use Wendy Williams
face-planting.

- I'll see what I can do...

for you.

- Cut.

- Not bad, huh?

- You did great.

Take care, Jude.

- These swag bags are lit.

Shower speakers,
an Apple watch...

I don't know what
a carbon fiber pen is,

but I'm sure as hell
going to sell it on Craigslist.

What's your problem, dude?

It's going to
come out soon anyway.

I'm...

on the chopping block.

That guy wants me off the team.

- That's like,
the grand pooh-bah.

What did you do?

- Let's just say I made
some bad decisions

when I first got here...

rubbed some people
the wrong way.

- Hey, excuse me.
You see that guy right there?

- The commissioner?
- Mm-hmm.

I'll give you 50 bucks for
every tire of his you drain.

- Jamie!
- The way he tips? I'm in.

You're crazy.

- And you're
the hardest-working person

in that arena--
well, second hardest.

Anybody who doesn't see that
deserves to walk home.

- PS, it's supposed to rain.

- "Derek Roman is
someone else's mess to fix."

- I didn't have a choice.
- Really?

Because I could have
thought of a whole bunch

that didn't involve
you trashing me.

- I was cornered.
I had to put a lid on it.

You and I, we're like...

these larger-than-life
scandal magnets.

- Who put us together
in the first place?

How did that reporter
even know?

- It doesn't matter.

It would have came out
eventually anyway.

- Okay, so who cares?

Who cares about the story?
Who cares about people talking?

- I care.

I don't want to be
the black widow

for you and drag you down.

- You mean you don't
want to drag you down.

- Okay, both.

I don't want to get
thrown into a hole

I just finished
digging myself out of.

It's dark.
I'm not going back there.

Us staying together
will hurt us both.

It'll hurt what each of us
are trying to do.

- Look, if this is
what you want,

there's nothing
I can say about it.

- Coming right up.

- Having fun?

- Are you?
Your date is lovely.

- You weren't around
to ask to this.

- Would you have?

- I would.

Would you have accepted?

- I guess we'll never know.

- I drove your Mercedes here.

She rides like a dream.

- I know exactly how she rides.

Oh, the things we've shared.
- Here you are, ma'am.

Sir, for you.

- Got a light?

- Oh, I don't smoke.

- Neither do I.

I was just making conversation.

I just came into 200 bucks,
and there's nothing

I'd rather do than to
spend it on you.

Dinner, drinks.
What do you say?

Unless you got a boyfriend,

we can skip out of here
right now.

- That would be
a hasty decision.

And I may have just made one.

- Where's that
Derek Roman swagger?

London take off with it?

- Mm, you read
we were together.

- And I knew
you'd wind up apart.

- This is why
you've been shading me.

- No.

What gross well
you dip your bucket in

is none of my business.

I've been shading you because
of how you treated me.

- What are you talking about?

- All the attention...

at your party, at your poker
game, around the arena?

Laying out that cash for me
to win the vogue battle.

- I was trying to help you out.
I know you've taken some hits.

- Don't pity me.
Pity yourself

because you don't see
what I do.

- What's that?
Educate me.

- There's a reason
you slept with London first.

She's the rebound girl.

The one you don't have to worry
about strings with.

I come with strings,
and you know it.

Pity doesn't make a man
look at a woman

the way I've seen you
look at me.

I'm no rebound,
and that scares you.

I'm end game.

- I don't know what
the big struggle is.

At the end of the day,
there's one scary commissioner.

Rookies are a dime a dozen.
Just lose Pax.

- It's not that simple.
- Sure it is.

Look how fast you lost Noah.

- What do they
have to do with each other?

- Pax is new
just like Noah's new.

They're disposable.

I can point to six people
in this audience

who could take Pax's place,
just like I could point

to three hot volleyball players
in that room

that could take Noah's.

The redhead has already
smiled at you twice.

- Look, new does not
equal disposable.

Everything epic
started off as new.

It's like, sometimes,
when you meet someone,

even if you've only known them
for five minutes,

you just know you don't
want to let them go.

Maybe it's about being
brave enough to hold on.

- So hold on.

- I need to find Noah--now.

- You're presenting an award
in 15 minutes.

Besides, I already
sent him home.

- When?
- Ten minutes ago.

- Jude?

- I'm scared.

I'm scared that what
happened to me before

will happen again.

I'm not brave, Noah.
Not like you.

Not when it comes to this...
stuff, okay?

I'm just...

I'm scared to death.

But I want to take
this chance with you.

I want to be brave.

- This is how you start.

- That's a good one.
- No, in all seriousness,

it is a very important award.
Six-man is the...

- We need to talk, D-Ro.
- About what?

- Eve Vincent.

- What about her?

- I needed tonight.

To be honest,
being here with you...

I don't have
a lot of people in my life.

I have my dad, but he's
not the man he used to be.

It can get lonely.

But not tonight.

- Look, there's something
I need to say.

- Whatever the hell
that you think

you're doing, you're done.

Game the hell over.

- What the hell is going on?
- Ask her.

- Eve?

- I don't know
what you think you know.

- Only what Kyle told me.

Do you want to tell him,
or should I?

- German.

- Eve's been playing us.

She's had it out for the Devils
since the day she got here.

Jelena leaving, the brawl,

siccing the commissioner
on Pax--it's all her.

- Is that true?

- I'm doing what
needs to be done.

The organization you work for
hurts people, hurt me.

- So you're just
going to take us all down?

- Devil's Arena is a hellmouth.

My parents kept me away,
because they knew

whoever steps inside
leaves their souls at the door.

- And here you are, wiping
your feet on the welcome mat.

- Eve...

- I don't want
to hurt you, German.

You're the one person
that place hasn't gotten to.

Because of the Devils,
my mother is in the ground

and my father might as well be.

What happened
to Olivia and Chase

is because of Olivia and Chase.
They brought it on themselves.

- You shut your mouth.
- Your mother couldn't.

She was a blackmailer.
She pushed and pushed.

Eventually, someone
was going to push back.

Olivia Vincent
dug her own grave.

- How dare you?
- You don't need justice.

You need a shrink...

to deal with the fact
that your parents

chose a life in "the hellmouth"
instead of a life with you.

- What is this?
The queen with no king?

- Maybe you wouldn't
find my life so interesting

if you got one of your own.

- Hitting the open bar hard,
I see.

You were right
about one thing, though.

We both do seem
to want the same things.

The difference is,
I'm still in the game.

Checkmate.

- 30 seconds.
I know.

Jude's not answering.

See if one of those
snowboarders is sober enough

to hand out the award.

- I'm here.

- Nice of you to join us.

You can't go out
there like that.

- Watch me.

- Now welcome Los Angeles
Devils owner, Jude Kinkade.

- Good evening.

I'm honored to present
the Rookie of the Year award.

Next year, it will be Pax Lowe
accepting this award,

after he helps take the Devils
all the way this season.

But now,
this year's nominees are...

- Does that mean...
- I think it does.

- You said you wanted my trust.

And with that, you got it.

Now, there's someone
we can't trust:

Eve Vincent.

She's had a hard-on
for the Devils.

She sicced the commissioner
on you and Miami on me.

- You made
the wrong decision, Jude.

I have the backing
of other owners.

I will personally see to it

that this is the last season
the Devils ever play.

- You'll do no such thing,

or I'll broadcast your wife's
dirty laundry on ISN 24/7.

That's a hard one
to recover from.

- I've been the one
protecting you

from the other owners
who've been wanting

another team in LA.

That protection is over.

The only thing that will save
the Devils from extinction

is a title.

Ball's in your court.

- You deserve
to go down with the rest.

- Honey, I've gone down
plenty of times.

- You fooled us all.

- We won't let you
get away with it.

- Count on that.

- You do your worst.

And I'll do mine.

- Next time,
on "Hit the Floor".

- It's triple digits
in the streets,

and absolutely scorching
inside Devil's Arena.

- The heat's gotten to you.

- Kyle, surprise.
I'm back, baby.

- I flew out from New York
to see the game...and you.

We need you ASAP.

- Do you think it's possible
that you could love again?

- Yeah.

- She's been quiet.

In my experience,
that can be a very bad thing.

- Hello, Oscar.

- Eve.