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- Adrenaline...

Money...

- I am Derek Roman.

I need to choke on the dollar signs.

- Power...

- The last person I fired wound up in a ditch,

so good luck to you.

- Mr. Roman, ladies and gentlemen.

- I'm accepting the EVP job.

- Sex...

On this court,

you can have it all.

The feeling is indescribable.

- I put my agents on sniffing around for a new deal,

the Miami bid.

- I'm the owner of the team.

And right now, you are the team.

- Winning a spot on this floor is hard.

- I'm terrified of being alone.

I can maybe take you in for a little bit.

- We've come a long way.

- Keeping it? Well,

that's a whole lot harder.

- Congratulations, Kyle.

You're the new captain of the Devil Girls.

Devils Nation...

Rise up.

Hello, bitches.

- I'm sure you have more important things to do, Jelena,

owning the team and all.

- The Devil Girls are a direct reflection of me.

That reflection will be flawless.

Actually, I do have some work to do.

But I'll be back.

- Lookin' forward.

- Let's go. - Alisha, you're up, darling.

- Don't talk to him.

You have fun? - Yeah.

- I'll just take of this right here, okay?

- Sure. - All right.

- Kyle Hart!

You went from headlining the Foxhole

to captain of the Devil Girls!

Your split is my shit.

- What is your name, darling?

- Jamie. I drove from Chicago

just for these tryouts.

- That's quite the drive.

- I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

I'm a hustler, just like you.

- And Jelena Howard and Ahsha Hayes!

With them not on the team anymore, this is my--

- Next!

- How's Ahsha? Has she said anything?

- Not a word.

Sloane's with her.

- Yeah, that's more than I can say for some people.

- She'll talk when she's ready.

- As for Derek...

When I find him, damn sure

I'm gonna get some answers.

- Excuse me, what's the fastest way to the court?

- That-a-way. - Oh...

I owe you my life. - I'll collect it.

- Last season was a disaster.

FEMA showed up at the All-Star break.

When you lose your A-team, you're gonna lose,

period.

We had no Derek,

no Zero...

I've still got one of my A-Team.

My EVP.

You've been impressive as hell, Jude.

Loyal to the Devils when others weren't.

- That might be the first compliment

you've given me in a year and a half.

That's the only compliment

I've given anyone in a year and a half.

- We'll get back to where we were.

- You bet your tight white ass we will.

- Let's go, Fahey. I want to see some hustle!

There we go! That'll do it!

Move, move, move! - Coach!

I am so, so sorry.

Look, my Maserati almost exploded

on the 405. It's new, all right?

It has a seventh gear, and I didn't even know cars had--

- I'm well-known for being super forgiving

for rolling in late,

especially when it comes to rookies

who blow their first paycheck before they even earn it.

Let's go.

Let's go!

There you go, use the glass!

Anybody wanna tell the rookie we got a locker room?

- I'm not talking to reporters right now.

- Honey, do reporters dress like this?

Just give me five minutes and I'm gone.

Or I'll come back every day forever.

Name's Kyle Hart,

captain of the Devil Girls.

I know who you are.

Everyone in America knows who you are, London.

- Okay, bye.

- Wait!

What I don't know is why you're still

holed up in your house months later.

Especially when Pastor Curtis

is out in public with his famous friends.

And his wife.

- Because he wasn't the one dragged

by every late night host

and gossip rag in the country!

I was humiliated!

I had a career!

And now, I'm just a whore

that took down a mega-church.

"The Home Wrecker in the House of God."

- One more sex scandal

where it's the woman who's crucified.

- It wasn't sex.

I loved him!

- You were the best choreographer working.

That's what you were famous for first.

That's who I came to see.

We're having tryouts.

I want you in them.

- So you want me to audition for the Devil Girls?

Captains don't usually go out and recruit,

but I'm not your typical captain.

I want the best, and you're the best.

- Look, I'm not looking to put

myself back in the spotlight.

Shame is overrated.

Think about it.

Tryouts are at Devils Arena.

If anyone gives you any crap,

you send them to me.

- I heard you were in town.

- I don't blame you for being anywhere but Miami.

Considering how you finished your season there,

you might not be too popular

with your teammates right now.

To dominate so completely

all season...

And then go so wildly

off the rails in post...

Showing up at all the parties

at the clubs till 3:00 a.m.

Or are they not the ones you're hiding from?

Where is your wife?

- You want one?

- It's 9:00 in the morning.

- I'll put cream and sugar in it.

- If I know you're here,

it can't be too long before Ahsha shows up.

She could be on her way here right now.

- Don't count on it.

- What happened to you?

Well...

The new season is about to start.

You're going to have to go back to Miami,

and face everyone eventually.

You're fast on the court

but even you can't outrun this.

- No, just make sure it's within the bounds

of what we're doing here, okay?

- Commissioner Matthews.

My name is Eve.

I want to talk to you about

the liaison position in your office.

- I've done my interviews.

- You haven't,

because you haven't interviewed me yet.

- Let's see.

Choate...

Wharton...

Your resume is better than mine,

and I run the whole damn league.

Um...

Wait a minute.

Is that true?

- Eve Vincent.

I'm Olivia and Chase's daughter.

It doesn't matter what's on there.

My resume's missing one thing,

and that's working for you,

the Warren Matthews.

- And you know about my ego.

You do your research.

- The person who's going to be your liaison with the teams

needs to know each and every

personality they're dealing with.

And if you want something,

knows how you're gonna get it

before walking into the room.

- You're just like your mother.

- So I have the job?

- You have the interview.

- What do you think?

- The booth needs more soundproofing.

If I hear her mouth, I'm boarding the doors

with her inside.

Now.

- Bitch. - Hag.

- I love this color on you.

- You know, I wish you wouldn't poke the dragon.

- That was flirtation.

Besides, Jelena's not going to

raise one of her little elfin hands

to the owner of the network that carries her games.

- That divorce settlement

was quite the pinata for you.

- It was!

One whack at your dad,

and all these fun trinkets fell out,

but I earned Inside Sports Network.

- Your love of sports is legendary.

- I love ratings

and swinging a big purse.

- Well, thank you

for swinging us airtime

to debut the new Devil Girls.

Going live worldwide

for the first dance is gonna be huge.

- I'd do anything for you.

You're my guy.

- So giving you this on-site

broadcast booth in exchange

wasn't necessary? - No.

It was very necessary.

How are you?

Jude, you need to shake yourself out of it.

- I don't know how.

- Okay, fine.

I'll shake you out of it.

- Yes!

Go Jamie!

Go girl!

- It's London Scott.

- Put your eyes back in your head,

or I'll put 'em back for you.

Did you warm up?

- No, I thought I'd just warm up

right here in front of these rubberneckers.

- Okay, then.

You're up.

- Make every minute worth it, baby.

This is for Usher, baby. Watch this.

What?

- Lord Jesus, please don't make me

go ham on one of these girls.

- Direct line to God, huh?

Didn't really help you before, did it?

- The last person that tried me

wound up wearing their teeth as a necklace.

- Not in a joking about it phase.

Copy that.

I'm surprised you'd show your face here.

- This bitch want a set of matching earrings.

- No, no.

I'm saying Nicki, Drake, Wayne,

they came to you.

I'm just surprised you'd want to be in a group.

- I've had enough attention.

- Oh, there's no such thing.

I guess that's what happens when your dad sticks around

long enough for the baby photo.

Well, he can see me on TV and choke on his tongue.

- Wow.

And I thought I had rage issues.

- Well, the medication helps.

- Derek!

- Word travels fast.

- You travel faster.

You're everywhere!

Except in Miami with my daughter!

- Sloane's there.

- Yeah, Ahsha won't talk to her.

She won't tell us what happened.

You reverted to type.

Party boy Derek.

There's only one problem with that:

You married my daughter!

I trusted you

with my most prized possession,

and this is what you do with it?

Derek...

Go home.

Fight for her.

You've had your ups and downs before.

You bounce back!

You still have a chance!

- We're divorced.

- You had to do something pretty awful.

- I'm the one that filed.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- Go home, Pete.

- No, I'm not going anywhere.

Not till you tell me...

What could Ahsha possibly have done?

- Got pregnant.

- Ahsha's pregnant? - Was.

It didn't fit with her career track, so she got rid of it.

- I had no idea she-- - Me neither.

She didn't tell me till it was too late.

She cut me out completely.

Sound familiar?

- I gotta go.

- Look, Pete...

- You need to eat, sleep, and breathe these steps.

This is the choreography you're going to be doing

when the final 14 go live worldwide.

- Wait, live worldwide?

- Right, I fast-passed you.

You didn't get the big announcement.

As soon as our new team is elected,

we are going live on ICN.

Our first dance is gonna be seen around the world.

- But that's so public...

- You're not trying out

for the Jacksonville Thunderbolts, darling.

The Devil Girls will be in the spotlight all season long.

- What's she doing here?

- She has a name.

- She also has a reputation.

- Look who's talking.

- I was never a sketch on "Saturday Night Live".

- I never took a bullet.

- I'm gonna ask you to just go right over there.

Okay.

She just showed up.

- We don't need that kind of publicity, Kyle.

Get rid of her.

- I'm on it.

- I am not asking you to date.

I am asking you to bone.

Something, anything!

This plant!

- I could've been married by now.

- It was a beautiful ring.

- Too bad he couldn't accept it.

- He couldn't accept a lot about the relationship.

Zero's on his own path.

But you both tried.

You had an amazing experience together.

He's the guy you came out with.

He's always going to have

a special place in your heart.

But now, you need to move on.

- You know, I'm fine the way I am.

Some people aren't meant to date.

Some people are meant to be alone.

- Oh, Jesus.

We need shots immediately.

It doesn't matter what.

Line 'em up five deep.

- Oh, check out the threads!

They pimp like that at UCLA?

- Well, you know, I'm just trying

to keep up with you guys.

- All right. You got that same style on the court?

I've never seen you play.

- You don't watch college ball?

- I do.

- That's Marcus Lowe's brother.

- Oh, your brother was a legend.

And le artiste.

The greatest player to never play the game.

- He played.

- Sorry, man, you know what I mean.

What a loss.

What was it like to play with Marcus growing up?

- I learned everything from him.

- It's a shame what happened to him.

We had the number one draft pick his year.

Would've been amazing to play with that guy.

- Sure.

- What about that guy?

- All right, A., stop pointing.

And B., he's got a woman hanging off him.

I'm not trying to go down that road again.

- You have a problem with everyone.

- It's not that easy.

- It actually is that easy.

Look at all the crap I went through.

Now I'm out there

and having the time of my life.

You need to do that!

I'm telling you, it is great

on the other side.

Come on and join me.

That's my car.

If you don't bang someone tonight,

I'm gonna cut off your junk

with something dull and rusty.

- Oh!

- You got this, right, rookie?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Fellas, it's on me.

I got this.

- My man.

- What position do you play?

- I'm a rookie.

- Well, hopefully not everywhere.

- I need to see some ID, man.

Whoa, okay, man.

Just take it, just take it. - The drawer too!

- All right, all right, all right, all right, man.

- A Seattle cap? Seriously? - Shut up!

- I'm not saying they're a bad team.

I'm saying they're a horrible team!

Pick a different city, pick a different sport!

- Are you serious?

I've got a gun! - There's football,

basketball, ever heard of snooker?

It's like billiards but with

more balls and more British. - Hurry up!

- All right, man, just calm down.

- It takes a lot of balls to say snooker's a sport anyway.

The Olympics doesn't recognize it,

but what do they know?

They used to give medals for solo synchronized swimming!

I mean, what is that?

Someone said if you can smoke while playing--

Oh!

What the hell, man? - Oh my God.

- I wasn't gonna shoot anybody!

- You didn't, he did. - I am so sorry.

- You made me go on forever,

and when you finally jump in,

this is what you do?

Holy shit!

I still have use of my arm,

thank you. - Sorry.

Just wanted to make sure you get home okay.

Oh, here.

Got these at the hospital vending machine.

You couldn't decide which one you wanted at the liquor store,

so...

I got you both.

- Why are you here?

- I told you.

- If you're gonna kiss me, kiss me.

I wasn't gonna kiss you.

- Ah-ah! - Sorry.

- I didn't say stop.

- Coach Davenport?

- Hi, have we met?

- Not officially.

I work for the League in Commissioner Matthews' office.

Eve Vincent.

- Vincent.

That's a popular name around here.

- My parents made quite the names for themselves.

I'm Olivia and Chase's daughter.

- Olivia and Chase don't have a daughter.

Then those checks to my boarding schools

and high-priced nannies were a big mistake.

May I? - Uh... Sure!

Yeah.

- My parents didn't feel

this was the safest place for me,

with Oscar Kinkade roaming the halls.

- Wow.

Olivia and Chase had a kid

no one knew about.

- So did you, right?

Sorry, I didn't mean to--

- No, it's okay.

Sorry about Olivia.

And Chase.

Must be something being around here.

- A lot of bad happened here.

But a lot of good.

This was the place of their greatest glory.

Being here...

Makes me feel...

I don't know.

Closer to them.

Two scotch on the rocks.

- I don't drink, actually.

- Oh, sorry.

You looked like you could've used one.

- Especially when I brought up your daughter.

What's she like?

- Like her mother.

They're a lot alike in a lot of ways.

- Well...

You're clearly a great guy,

one I look forward to working with.

Have a good night.

- You leaving so soon?

- I left my number on the nightstand.

- This is $20,000.

You know I'm a player, right?

- I also saw how you looked at that bar bill

your boys left you.

I thought you could use it.

- Cameras are getting set up outside as we speak.

The names I call, haul ass

into uniforms, hair, and makeup

'cause we going live!

Has anyone seen London?

Listen up!

Peyton!

Welcome back.

Denver.

Mary-Beth.

Christine.

Alicia.

Harper.

Jamie.

Congratulations.

Romy! That's right, OG.

- Is it too late? - It is.

You're relieved.

- I am.

But...

- But what?

- It just doesn't feel the way I thought it would feel.

I've been in a hole for months.

A shut-in!

I liked having a place to come to

to do what I loved!

What I still love.

Hell, why am I crying about this?

- You tell me.

- Because I just realized

how bad I wanted this.

I just let it go.

- You didn't.

You're number 14.

- But I thought you said--

- I say a lot of things.

But I needed to hear you say that.

You better get changed!

You're about to go worldwide!

Again.

- Looking good, girls.

- It feels good.

What?

- I thought you were out.

- Well, you look disappointed.

- Not at all.

Ooh!

- Everybody...

- Oh, that was incredible.

Was that hot enough for you?

- Kyle. - You're welcome.

- I thought I told you to dump her.

- That's it.

I've had it! This is my job!

Either you let me do it, or find someone else who will.

- Okay.

The Devil Girls are all yours.

- Oh, good.

Well...

I'm doing two jobs, captain and director,

so I should be getting a way bigger salary.

Double even!

- You got it.

Double pay for Kyle.

But if anything goes wrong,

including blowback on this one,

you'll lose it all.

Kiss your cash and your autonomy goodbye.

Congrats on a great night.

Miguel, I have something to tell you.

And I can't put it off anymore.

I've been taking care of you

since your mom passed.

Longer than we thought.

And...

I thought it might not be a bad idea

if at some point, we made it...

Permanent.

If someday you wanted to,

and that someday is coming up.

- You want to adopt me?

- Only if you want me to.

I mean...

I'm not easy,

but neither are you.

I'm insulting a child.

Listen,

it's okay.

Whatever you want to do.

I won't be upset.

Okay, are you...

You sure? - Yeah.

- Yeah.

- I'm so sorry I had to call you here.

You were his closest family in the area.

- Is this Pete Davenport?

He died on impact.

His blood alcohol was .28.

- He was drinking?

- Mm.

- Pete was one of the most enduring

personalities in the game.

He gave everything. As a player,

as a coach,

and as a man.

The League couldn't be prouder.

Or more grateful.

- What you said was beautiful.

- Thanks.

I heard who you were.

I worked with your mother.

- I know.

Those were some of her best years.

- Did she say that?

- No.

She said other things about you.

- Well...

It was a shame, what happened to her.

- At least you got through this eulogy without laughing.

Excuse me.

- I'm gonna take Lionel home.

- Go. I'll answer any questions.

- You should know better than to keep secrets from me.

- What are you talking about?

- You can't go back to Miami.

You're not welcome in Miami.

You took such a giant dump there

that they cancelled your contract

and banned you from the arena.

You lost your wife, and you lost your job.

- Careful doing your victory lap in those heels.

- I didn't come in here to do a victory lap.

I came with an offer.

Come back to the Devils.

I don't have all the money in the world to give you,

but you're not worth all the money.

People have forgotten who Derek Roman is.

Including you.

And honestly,

I don't see him either.

If you are going to find him,

it's gonna be here.

Think about it.

- Noah?

What are you doing here?

- I'm the new sideline reporter for ISN.

What are you doing here?

- I'm the Executive Vice President of the team.

- If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you were trying to show me up in that dance.

- Well, if I didn't know any better

I'd say you didn't want me in here at all.

- I'm no pushover.

- I'm no pushover either.

- Everyone was there

for Pete Davenport today.

He wasn't there for Dad.

No one was there for you.

Jelena Howard.

Oscar Kinkaid.

Not a single person

in Devils Arena.

I will be

when I take each

and every one of them down.

Everyone who hurt you.

Who kept me from you.

When I'm done,

there won't be a Devils left.

Cheers, Pete.

- Next time on "Hit the Floor"...

- Jeremy? - Hey, Derek.

- At some point, you need to accept when it's game over.

- If I haven't won, then it's not game over.

- London.

- Curtis, what are you doing here?

- I am gonna have to write two checks

for the size of that thing.

- Hail Derek Roman!

The emperor has returned!

- Hello, didn't know anyone was in here.

- I know all about you.

- Don't believe everything you hear.

- Couldn't agree more.

- I am a walking hot mic.

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

or it's not.

- Fire!