Coming back, the hosts are back up in the house with some audience members who are even more awkward on-camera than Khloe is (just to prove that such humans exist, I suppose) before letting L.A. introduce the guy he insists on calling "Mr. Entertainment," Jason Brock, singing a song from Space Jam. Oh, here we go. In his intro reel, Jason claims to have been Mr. Entertainment from a young age, but his dad wanted him to "act like a guy." Shut up, Jason's dad. Sure enough, Jason's singing "I Believe I Can Fly," which of course nobody ever would have heard if not for Space Jam. Jason has also ditched last week's overproduction, singing in a red tuxedo in front of projected images of candles instead of an army of dancers, and even the inevitable gospel choir is allowed only the smallest peek out from upstage. And I have to say, Jason does an excellent job singing it. Britney says it was better than last week, but still Vegas lounge act. Demi agrees, saying Jason's better than that. Simon cracks that he doesn't believe Jason could fly, and he's dressed like a singer in an Italian restaurant. "So I think there's a lot of work that needs to be done with you." L.A. manages to swallow his obvious frustration and say it's up to the voters and not the judges this week. Encouraging. Khloe puts Britney on the spot, asking what she'd have Jason sing instead. "Something more urban," Britney says, almost as though she's been paying attention, and even specifies "Scream" by Usher. What movie was that in, though? At least Jason likes the idea, and he also draws attention to the fact that he's keeping his hands clear of Mario's ass tonight. Which is good, because Mario needs to concentrate on the fact that the last act coming up after the ads will be the group formerly known as 1432, formerly known as Lylas, and soon we'll find out what they're called this week.
Coming back, Mario and Khloe are standing next to the judges' table so Simon can introduce the last group, which, thanks to America, is now called Fifth Harmony. Oh, good, another name with a number in it. We're introduced to the girls individually, for what it's worth. They say that they've been struggling without a name, but now that it's been taken care of all of their problems are presumably solved. They sit on stools and sing Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years" from Twilight, wisely showcasing Camila but also doing some decent harmonies. Which they kind of have to with that name, at least until it gets changed again. L.A. doesn't like this name either, even though he doesn't want to say so since America picked it, but he liked the song. Britney's impressed with their improvement since last week, and although Demi didn't love the arrangement, she loved the vocals. Simon gushes about how awesome they were and how proud he was, as if he's ever going to zing one of his own acts. If that ever happens I don't know what I'm going to do.