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- Previously on "Hit the Floor"...

- I never thought there'd come a time

that I'd feel something again, but I did.

With you.

- I'd rather be poor with you than rich with anyone else.

- You're so secretive. I don't blame you.

I just can't love you.

- When I'm done, there won't be a Devils left.

- The Devils are going to the Finals!

- The Devils have no safety net.

No reprieve. It's title or game over.

- I had this thing that needed to happen.

Just ten points in a game.

- Derek cheated while you were on the court.

The Devils are going down.

Whose side will you be on when you do?

- Pastor Curtis, please! - Pastor Curtis, over here.

- Keep the pastor. He's going straight to hell...

and so are you.

- Ah!

- Ugh!

- Hey, stop. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop-- - You tried to stop it once

and it didn't work.

- It's my turn. - Let her stop it, Derek.

- I'm doing this for her, not you.

I protected you once but that's over.

You're on your own.

Come on.

- $1,000 in damage?

This cleanup bill from facilities?

Who wants to help me count the zeroes?

- Dry cleaning glass out of my jacket won't be cheap.

Who do I give that bill to?

- Who do I charge for having to pick clown hair

from my nails all night?

- Enough.

From my understanding, you threw the first shove.

In that case, I'm leaving the punishment to London.

- You can't be serious.

- Dead.

You two have been at each other's throats

all season long.

All this girl drama is making me sick.

Oh, no.

- Oh.

Okay.

So there's that.

Hoo.

- I'm still trying to figure out the best way

to deal with stress.

- I think you have a winner.

Oh.

- I never thought we'd get this close.

- Me either.

- I meant the Devils. To a title.

- I meant you-- to my--

- Yeah, yeah, no, I got it.

I can't relax.

I either win my first title as a head coach...

or I coach the last season of the Devils.

Ever.

If it was up to Eve-- - If it was up to Eve,

we'd all be in hell.

- Not you.

I just wish that I could calm down,

you know, but I just...

- Whatever I can do to help.

- I'll have this game six spot ready by noon.

- Jude told me.

- Okay.

He's your best friend. I broke up with him.

Let me have it.

- No.

I like you, Noah, and I know you're hurting too.

You're scared to trust. Especially someone like Jude.

He is my best friend

and I will be the first person to tell you he has flaws.

But he's also the most loyal person I've ever met.

If you're looking for someone to trust...

you couldn't do any better.

I saw someone else walk away from him.

Be smarter than that

because the next guy won't let Jude Kinkade go

and it'll be the biggest regret of your life.

- So what'd you decide to do about Jamie?

- Make her sweat.

- You have played this whole season strong

and it has been a gauntlet, man.

Jamie. The pastor.

- It's been a gauntlet for the both of us.

- And we deserve a break, away from the microscope.

So...

pick one.

- Pick one what?

Derek.

- When the season's over, we're gonna take off.

Just you and me.

To places no one can bother us.

And bring your Dramamine 'cause

the boat will be rocking.

- You're such a clown.

- But I'm your clown.

- Aw, come here.

- I'm sick of it.

Sick of her. Sick of him.

The way he just

rushed to her defense, no questions asked.

- That had to hurt.

- They'll hurt when you get rid of them.

There's gotta be something else I can do to help you help me.

- You've done more than you know.

- What have I done?

- I've got this covered.

Don't worry.

- Putting in the hard yards.

Look I know you've been struggling.

Thought maybe you could use a pep talk.

- I have enough pep.

- Physical pep.

Something's going on between the ears though.

I know the Finals is new to you.

Probably a little scary.

When I played my first Finals-- - Derek.

I know all I need to know.

I have a job to do and I'm gonna do it.

- Do you, player.

- They did a good job cleaning up.

You really went to town on me there.

Got a mean left hook, girl. I'll remember that

next time I think about shooting off my big mouth.

- Save the performance. You're not Viola Davis.

- Fine.

You wanna know what my problem is?

- I didn't ask.

- You came into this already famous.

I didn't stand a chance.

- Girls like you bug the shit out of me.

Someone else's success is your failure.

- No, it's not that I don't want you to succeed.

I just... refuse to exist in your shadow.

How do you think I feel?

I'm best known for dancing your choreography.

I couldn't even get a magazine cover by myself.

Of course I feel threatened by you.

My success is directly tied to you.

You don't need me to be a star,

but I need you.

Maybe that drove me to go a step too far but growing up,

I had to push this hard just to keep up.

It's just in me.

But that doesn't always make it right.

Do your worst.

At least I'll know I apologized.

- I was wrong.

Maybe you are Viola Davis.

I have no idea if you mean any of this,

but there's one way I can find out for sure.

- What is it?

- A test.

- Okay.

- I'll let bygones be bygones

if...

you sit out the final dance.

- I can't not dance that dance.

It's the biggest dance of the season.

I-It's the biggest dance of every season.

- That's why you sitting it out

will really show me how sorry you are.

I mean, you're welcome to dance it,

but then it will be your last as a Devil Girl.

Your call.

- It was one shove. Barely a shove.

She's got weak legs.

- And the red carpet stunt with her ex?

- What are you, the inventory clerk?

- Yup. Should I keep listing?

- What else is there to list?

- Where did you hear the rumor

about Derek and Jude and the coke?

- A concerned citizen.

- It was Eve Vincent.

- Says who? - Says you.

Right now. I can see it on your face.

Why are you doing her dirty work?

- I'm not doing anyone's dirty work.

- Jamie...

you came here to make a name for yourself

and you have.

You don't need to swim with a piranha like Eve Vincent.

I know you're better than that.

I hope you know that too.

- You're doing great.

Every failed pass is one step closer

to bringing a new team to LA.

- And a new arena with my brother's name on it.

- Where it should be.

Devils Nation will fall.

- Hey, beautiful.

Got your text. Where's the fire?

- In my belly. Fire in my belly...

to tell you something.

- All right.

- Okay, so--

So remember the time that you took care of little Miguel?

You were so good with him.

- Eh, I gave him a black eye.

- Right. Well, he had it coming.

The mouth on that kid.

You know, when they're younger, they can't speak at all.

- Oh, no.

No, no, no.

- No--no. - No. No.

The only thing I can't handle more than kids is babies.

They get their mouth juice on everything.

Their nose juice.

They just got a lot of juice.

I don't care who's asking us to babysit, it's not gonna happen.

I'll pay for a sitter. - With what?

- With the money I get for the kidney I'd rather sell

than wipe up after some juicy--

- They're juicy. Got it.

- Yeah, ew. Comes out of everywhere.

- Sure.

- Thanks for coming.

Wanted you to see the house I'm building here.

Needs some work but it'll come.

- Not even if Jesus returned, threw down some cardboard,

and started break-dancing on this very spot.

You said you had a proposal.

I'm double parked, so this better be...

good.

- Wanted to see if you'd open it.

Now, I know.

- I clearly didn't slap you hard enough the last time.

- London, I didn't move to LA for redemption.

I came for you.

For real.

I failed you.

Baby, I failed us.

The love we had, it was so big,

it shook the world. It shook me.

But I'm here now.

I've learned from my mistakes

and now I know there's still a chance.

- I want you to hear me.

I love Derek.

Whatever we had, it's over.

Even if I didn't have Derek, it would still be over.

I'm not the same person I was when we were together.

I know who I am now. And who you are.

- I'm in love with you.

- Well, then the only soul that needs saving is yours.

- ISN comes to you live from Miami

for game six of the Finals tonight.

Where the home team trails Los Angeles

two games to three.

The title is on the line.

- Are you a mirage? What are you doing in Miami?

- You needed some support before

and I couldn't give it to you so...

here I am.

Come here, you.

Okay.

How'd that feel?

- I honestly have no idea.

- Win or lose, you accomplished something

pretty major.

- Yeah, we weren't even supposed to make it

to the Western Conference.

- I'm not talking about Finals,

I'm talking about me, being here.

I'm here for you but I also came to see the game.

I hate sports.

You and this stupid team got me to care.

Since you've been in the paint, I give a shit.

- Did you just say, "In the paint."

See what you've done?

Eve's gonna do what she's gonna do.

You do what you do.

Coach some damn basketball.

- Yes, Coach.

- Final seconds of game six,

with the score tied 102 to 102.

Oh, Lowe, tripped over the ball.

Brookes has it and he scores!

Miami wins!

We're going to game seven in Los Angeles.

- Yeah.

See you in LA, big boy.

Miami Nation, rise up.

- Oh, Pax Lowe must be really feeling it

after turning the ball over at such a crucial moment.

- What happened?

- Mistake. - Well, that one cost us.

- A Devil baby? Oh, my God, that's so exciting.

Did Beau lose his mind?

- Not yet. I haven't told him.

He's not really a baby person. This is gonna require finesse

so I bought baby-reveal cupcakes.

- A baby-what now?

- They bake a little baby into them

and when he takes a bite, I yell, "Surprise!

There's a baby in your cupcake and in my uterus."

Well, Beau hates babies but he loves cupcakes.

I'm hoping one will offset the other.

- Yeah. Sounds foolproof.

Good luck. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, Jesus mother of Christmas.

Oh, shit.

- Ugh. What the hell was that?

- You're gonna be a daddy. - Huh?

- And cupcakes.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

Maybe if your super sperm weren't so darn aggressive

hammering away at my poor, defenseless eggs.

- You're pregnant?

- I'm gonna need you to grasp this just a little quicker.

You're in sugar shock.

- This is amazing!

- Okay, what the hell is going on?

You hate kids.

- No, I don't hate kids. Kids hate me.

I'm hoping mine won't.

- So wait, you're okay with having a baby?

- We're not just having a baby.

We're having Kyle Hart's baby.

What could be better than that?

- Oh, God, can we do this?

We're gonna be in charge of a little person.

- If we break it, we'll just make another.

- We're having a baby.

- What?

- I had to see for myself.

- See what?

- The game in Miami.

You're working with Eve.

- If you know that, then so are you.

- We're on the same side.

Pax...

I'm--I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

That's a lie. I did mean to hurt you.

I don't know why.

You're not crazy. I care about you.

Know that.

- You care about Derek?

Are you in love with him?

- Where's the rest of your stuff?

- I plan on being naked.

- A lot. - I like that idea a lot.

After the game, we go.

Win or lose. - Win.

Win.

- Everything okay?

- Couldn't be better.

- Come here. - Let's go.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I used you.

- You used me?

Used me how? - As a cover.

You were the mess.

But I'm just as big a mess, if not more.

I hate secrets and I was keeping

the biggest secret of all.

It's too late for us,

but it might not be too late for you.

To show you I'm sorry, I did some research for you.

So you didn't have to fight this fight alone.

I watched footage of old games.

Specifically Eve's greatest hits.

I found something from the brawl.

Eve was there.

- I know. - She was alone...

but...

someone was there she did seem to be a bit chummy with.

Someone I think you'd be interested to know about.

- Meeting Eve Vincent.

- Right this way.

- Have a seat, Pierce.

- Game seven's about to start. Shouldn't you be at the arena

rooting for your team?

- We know you've been offering your services to Eve Vincent.

Playing some of this game off the court.

- I make it a policy not to disclose my business dealings.

- How much money do you think I have?

- I know exactly how much you have.

I've seen your divorce settlement.

- No one's seen it. It's sealed.

- Is it?

- Then you know whatever Eve's giving you,

my business would be a lot more lucrative.

- Tell us everything.

- Eve's out for blood.

She's got one of your players in her pocket.

- Who?

- Pax Lowe.

- Pax Lowe has been a step behind the whole game

and Miami has been right there to take advantage of it.

- We're gonna finish what we started.

You and me.

- And that's halftime.

And time for the final dance of the season.

- Derek.

- I know. - You don't.

Eve got to Pax.

You gotta get rid of him.

- That is the least I'm gonna do.

- I hope I didn't miss much.

I was just having a chat with a friend of yours.

Pierce?

We know about Pax.

And right about now, so does Derek.

- Time for one more tattoo you snake ass piece of shit.

- After everything I did for you.

You think you could get away with it?

- And you think you can get away with what you did?

- Get back to the tunnel now.

How could you work with Eve?

Huh?

After she tried to cut you from the team.

- At least Eve didn't pretend to be my friend.

And use me on the court to cheat.

- Cheat? Cheat what?

- Portland.

Don't bother denying it.

I was there and I knew something was up.

- It was a one-time thing. I had to do it--

- Oh, one-time thing?

- It had nothing to do with you.

- I was on the damn court! You dragged me into it!

- I kept you away from it!

I protected you.

Just like I was protecting someone else.

You have been affecting play way more than I have.

But that's okay?

- You were right.

When you said you weren't my brother.

Marcus never would have done what you did.

He never would have done what I did either.

She promised to keep Marcus's memory alive.

She made me choose between him and you.

I wanna play this right.

Not for you, not for him, but for me.

He's not here, but I am.

I earned this.

- Whatever you need to work out,

you're gonna have to do it from the bench.

I can't afford to have you on the court.

- You can't afford not to.

- Jude.

He's playing. - No, the hell he is.

If you won't pull him, I will.

- Trust me.

- Look, Derek, you know what's at stake here.

This is my team.

- It's my team too.

- Both teams have come out strong

after the half.

Pax Lowe looks to have found some focus.

- Whoo!

- Nothing more either of us can do.

Whatever moves are left are gonna happen out there.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

- Whoo! - Noah.

Noah. Give me your phone.

Pick up your damn phone.

- It's Eve, leave a message.

- The Devils have come back from behind to tie it up.

The title is on the line with just seconds left to go

in the game.

And the Devils are the champions!

- We did it. - Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- Congratulations, LA Devils,

and well done to you, big guy.

- Yeah!

all: Derek! Derek! Derek! - Hey!

- Well done, you. - Well done, you.

You gonna make me wait for godfather or what?

- Mm, just running your credit after that yacht buy.

I have twelve other cards and an off-shore account

in the Cayman Islands.

- Goddaddy, come here!

- Mm, where's your girl?

- She'll be here.

- London.

- Derek's waiting for me. - Two minutes.

Then I'll be out your life forever.

- Why would she text you here?

Where is she?

- There.

- Kyle.

- Hey, congratulations, buddy.

- Can I pick a winner or what?

- You didn't pick one, you created one.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.

- Aw. That is so true.

- And my contract next year is gonna be sweet.

- And I haven't forgotten...

you get 5%.

- Oh. - Baller money?

I'm getting baller money? - Mm-hmm.

- I'm not knocked up and poor, I'm knocked up and rich.

- Yeah, we.

- Knocked up? - I'm gonna be a mommy.

- Oh, my God.

A mini Kyle? - Well, it could be a boy.

- Well, there's nothing a wig and some size one stilettos

can't handle.

Gonna have me a drag baby.

- Hey, have you seen London? - She's still not here?

- You know I can move you. - Try.

You didn't answer any of my texts.

- My phone is in Derek's trunk in my suitcase.

We're going away for a while.

So you'll just have to face your life without me.

- That's just it, I can't.

I've given up everything for you.

My church. My wife.

If you leave me-- - I've already left.

- Not yet.

You haven't gotten on that boat.

- Who said anything about a boat?

- Look, the worst mistake I've ever made

was letting you out of my sight.

I'm not doing that again.

- Curtis. - Just one kiss.

That's all I ask.

- Go back, Lionel.

I called German, not you.

I don't want you here for this.

- What is this?

- The only thing I have left to do

that can hurt The Devils tonight.

You got your win...

But let's see what the headlines are tomorrow.

Poetic, no?

- Eve.

- I said go. - I'm not going anywhere.

Eve, this isn't poetic, it's stupid.

- Stupid?

- I can say that because I tried the same damn thing.

I got low once and made a bad decision...

but I got a second chance and you can too.

- A second chance?

A second chance at what?

What do I have?

If it weren't for The Devils--

- If it weren't for The Devils,

Olivia never would have met Chase.

They never would have been celebrated for what they did.

The name Vincent means something

because of The Devils.

- If it wasn't for The Devils,

we wouldn't have met you.

And you wouldn't have met us.

- I know your secret, German.

You want this. - No, I don't.

And neither do you.

You didn't call me up here to see this.

You called me up here to stop it.

- I don't want to be this angry anymore.

- You don't have to be.

Keeping it alive won't keep her alive.

Where do I go from here?

- That's up to you.

But you won't be going alone.

- I care about you.

The both of you.

And I know how you each feel about each other.

- Someone has to lose.

- Well, why does someone have to?

- Sex with the owner on his desk?

I am such a slut.

No, no, I'm fine with it. - I'm more than fine with it.

- There's no one else

I'd wanna celebrate with.

You are as much part of this win as anyone.

What you did for me...

- We make a good team.

- There's, um...

One more thing.

Something I've been afraid to tell you but...

I have to.

- What is it?

- I love you...

Noah.

- I love you too, Jude.

- Everyone is staring at as.

- They're staring at you because you've been

a huge bitch.

This is where you start to make it up

by apologizing to a few people.

- What's she doing here?

- She's with me.

- Me too.

- Okay, then. Hmm.

- Whoa, hey, hey, hey. - Hey.

- Where you been?

- Just changing.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Have you been waiting here the whole time?

- Yeah.

- I... couldn't do it.

I couldn't sabotage the team.

- I'm glad.

Seeing you that dark, I--

I didn't like it.

I'm sorry.

- For what?

- I had this thing that needed to happen.

Just ten points in a game.

- Turn it up.

- Derek was only helping me out of a jam.

Trust me.

It was one game.

At the beginning of the season.

I swear, it's nothing.

- What the hell is this?

- It wasn't me.

- It's the coach, the captain,

who knows how many of his teammates.

The owner let this happen.

This is the end of the Los Angeles Devils.

- Major news coming out of ISN.

- ISN reporting a Devils fixing scandal.

- Derek Roman conspired with the Devils head coach,

German Vega, to fix an early season game.

- Roman held the ball keeping the game

to a ten-point spread.

- No word yet if other players were involved.

- In flagrant violation of league rules.

- Sending shockwaves through the sport.

- It's a one-and-done season for Devils owner,

Jude Kinkade.

- The Devils are done. - The Devils are done.

- There will be a new team in Los Angeles next season.

You can bet on that.