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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.