Make It or Break It

Previously on "Make it Or Break it"...

I'll be able to recover in time for the Olympics, Right?

If you do gymnastics, you may never walk again.

- My God. - You slept with my boyfriend?

I'll be your teammate, but I'll never be your friend again.

I'm lifting your suspension. I'm giving you a second chance. Don't blow it.

- You OK with me being here? - I'll stay so focused, I'll barely notice you.

Why would my dad blackmail Marty?

Marty was sleeping with my mom.

Damon, this is Emily Kmetko. Watch out for her while I'm out.

Yes, sir.

I sent some songs to a producer.

They sent me a ticket to LA.

- I leave next week. - Yo, brother!

Just got back from a couple months on the road.

- Emily, will you wait for me? - Yes.

Mom? We've got to go!

OK, OK. I just have to put my face on.

I can't be late! The National Committee is coming this morning

to name the National Team coach.

And you have your makeup on.

Oh, honey, this is just primer.

Have you seen my National Team jacket? I have to wear it.

I think I washed it. Check the laundry basket in the bedroom.

Now, if The Rock is gonna be the National Team home gym,

doesn't that mean they're gonna pick Sasha to be the coach?

That's why this is such a big deal.

Having your coach as the National Team coach is a huge advantage,

which I'm gonna need, especially since I barely made the team.

- What did you wash this with? - Oh, no!

- It's ruined! - No! No, it's not!

I can fix this. Don't worry.

Look. Just wear my hoodie in the meantime.

It's blue-ish. I bet no one will even notice.

Great. My jacket is ruined and we're gonna be late.

No, we're not! I'm gonna put my makeup on in the car!

Oh. Putting on your makeup while you drive. That's a great idea.

Oh, honey, I've done worse things while driving.

I'll put my makeup on in the parking lot. Now, come on! Let's go!

Now, remember, you're here as supportive dad,

- not as her manager. - I'm ing supportive.

Good. Then maybe you could wipe that scowl off your face.

What is she doing here?

Hi, teamies.

Hi. I thought Friday was trash day.

Funny. You know, almost as funny as the condoms you planted in my gym bag at Nationals.

No, that was way funnier.

- What are you doing here? - Denver's so close,

I thought I'd pop over to schmooze the new National Team coach.

You can kiss Sasha's butt all you want, but we'll always come first.

You're right, having your own coach is a huge advantage.

He decides which girls go to all the big meets.

And don't you forget it.

Wow. That's pathetic.

If I could never do gymnastics again,

I wouldn't hang around the gym like a has been.

Because you don't have any friends who would care enough to see your face again.

Says theirl who slept with her bestie's boyfriend.

I bet you'd really be missed around here.

Would you both just shut up.

Hi. Look who's here.

- Hey, Pay, I'm glad you came. - Thanks.

We're here to hear the big announcement.

- It's not official yet. - Hey.

- Hey, great banner. - Oh, I thought it was festive.

Looks like I left the gym in good hands.

And Summer invited the press.

Well, the publicity is good for The Rock and good for you, too.

- Fine. - Oh! They're...

They're ready. Excuse me.

- Are you nervous? - Apprehensive.

Don't be. They never would have chosen The Rock if they weren't gonna choose you.

Plus, you got three girls on the National team. That's more than any other club.

It should have been four.

Lien, I need all the help I can get,

and all the girls look up to you.

So how would you like to be my assistant coach?

- Oh, that is so... - I'm not interested in coaching.

- Payson. - But thank you for the offer.

If we could have your attention, please?

First of all, we want to say how happy we are

to have such a fine club hosting the National Team practices and the U.S. meets.

Rock! Rock! Rock!

It must be distracting training with the ex that broke your heart.

Look, you can try all you want, but nothing and no one is gonna mess with my head.

We all know why we're here today.

Sorry we're late! My fault!

- Carry on! - What team jacket is that? Team Tacky?

So without further ado, it is with great excitement

that we are pleased to announce this year's National Team coach

is Marty Walsh from The Denver Elite Club!

This is crazy.

No way I'm gonna be coached by Marty Walsh.

Doesn't look like you have a choice.

Unless you care to abdicate your title.

Nobody expects you to hold onto it anyway.

Thank you all for that, uh, warm reception.

You knew they were picking Marty, didn't you?

Well, duh. I'm gonna go congratulate my coach.

And, uh, don't you forget who has the advantage now.

I'll see you girls at practice tomorrow.

As to my friend and esteemed colleague, Sasha Belov,

thank you for your hospitality.

The Rock is a fine club,

and I know when all 12 National Team members arrive

for our first team practice tomorrow, they'll feel right at home.

Thank you very much.

How can they bring Marty back here? The Rock is Sasha's gym now.

Thank God the National Team only practices together once a month.

Mom, that's not the point.

Sasha deserves to be the National coach.

I agree. Unfortunately, people don't always get what they deserve.

- Congratulations. - I'm as surprised as you are.

Are you surprised? I think we both could have predicted this.

- Sasha, that was years ago. - Hm. And history repeats.

In any case, uh, the National Team, we're in excellent hands

and we're honored to host you here at The Rock.

- So no hard feelings, right? - I wouldn't go that far.

Emily, can I have a word with you and your mother?

- If this is about my team jacket... - Oh! It's at the dry cleaners.

Actually, this is about her math scores.

She'll have to maintain a B average in order to remain on the team.

But she gets straight A's in everything else.

Your daughter is a role model now.

We hold our girls to high academic as well as gymnastic standards.

Perhaps a tutor might be helpful.

You know what? Sure, we'll get a tutor. No problem.

And she'll do better tn a B. She'll get an A.

- I'm sure she will. - Mm-hm.

- What? - An A?

Kaylie?

I didn't get a chance to congratulate you at Nationals.

You were incredible.

But then I always knew you had it in you

to be a champion and I'm really looking forward to coaching you again.

Well, that makes one of us.

I bet Kelly Parker paid off the National Committee.

And here go the conspiracy theories.

Why would they pick The Rock but not Sasha?

Look, we need to talk. After practice.

- I can't. I have to work. - Fine.

We'll meet at the Pizza Shack.

There you go. Thanks.

You excting someone?

Look, there's something you don't know about me.

You're dating my best friend.

Oh, wait, I did know that.

But it's cool. It's cool. Yeah.

Whatever blows your skirt up, so to speak.

Look, when you left to go on the road, you and I were just friends.

I wouldn't even say friends. More like co-workers.

Right.

Anyway, there was something I never got a chance to tell you.

- You're a Scientologist? - No.

President of the school Abstinence Club?

Actually, I'm home-schooled.

Oh, you're one othose.

I'm home-schooled becae I'm an elite gymnast

and I spend eight hours a day training at The Rock.

Wait.

That gym where country-club people take their toe-headed tots to tumble?

It's a little more professional than that.

We have three members on the Women's National Gymnastics Team.

- And I'm one of them. - Wow.

All right. So you're a Gumby girl.

So during our six-hour shifts, five nights a week,

you never thought toork that into our conversation?

- It's complicated. - Oh.

How long did it take you to tell Damon?

Actually, my mother told him.

Anyway, a couple of my friends from The Rock are...

Are here.

What happened to her?

Gumby girls don't always bend.

Sometimes, we break.

Sasha should be our coach and we should have a say in it.

We're all on the National Team.

The worst part is that Marty's gonna be playing favorites

- with Kelly Parker. - Favorites was fine when you thought Sasha was the coach.

- Hey, we're on the same side. - Unfortunately, I can't do anything about that.

But we gotta find a way to get rid of Marty.

We could tell the National Committee that he had an affair with your mom.

And we can tell them that your father blackmailed him,

whicI believe is a felony.

The only good thing about having a broken back

is I don't have to deal with all The Rock drama anymore.

Come on, Pay. You're still a part of this team.

Am I?

You guys are on your own.

- Bathroom? - In the back.

I don't need help.

- What's with her, anyway? - What do you think?

She's lost everything she everanted.

It must be torture for her to see us living our dream.

Our dream is going to be a nightmare if we don't figure out a way to get Marty fired.

How can we get him fired?

Well, the National Committee members

are observing practice tomorrow, right?

Right.

So, what if we make Marty look bad.