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- Previously on "Bigger"... - Yes.

- The signs were all there. It's over.

- You be careful spending so much time

with a woman who's still wearing another man's ring.

- That bar mitzvah I DJed, I made $1,500 just in tips.

- I need to get some Section 8 renters in here

so I can recoup my investment.

- Tracey was one of the original stars

of "Basketball Exes."

When Tracey's man cheated on her,

it was with Keisha.

- I didn't get the promotion.

- You're gonna quit. - I already did.

- Arrest Ms. Davis for the assault of Keisha Barnes.

- I can't call Deon. He doesn't have a job.

Fuck.

[hip-hop music]

- It's been more than a minute

since she graced us with her smile,

her spunk, her fire.

- I've never seen that girl... - Shut up!

You're always fucking lying! Shut up!

- But now she's back

to give it another shot.

Tracey Davis, back on "Basketball Exes."

Wednesdays at 8:00/7:00 Central.

- I need some help. - Oh! Sorry. That's my girl.

- Is your friend gonna help me ring up this shirt?

- Oh, you want me to... [laughs]

Sorry.

Funny. [laughs]

Bitch.

[laughs] You're hilarious.

You really are. You got jokes.

[both laugh]

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have called her a bitch,

but with everything being so crazy,

I have little patience.

I guess the pandemic has made people

want to save money on previously-owned fashion.

[whispering] Just don't tell them

that these are not that much cheaper than new clothes.

Oh, and that article about me led to more articles about me,

and now the store is really popping.

This is cute.

- Hi. Do you have this in a size 12?

- Oh, yeah! Actually I do.

- Oh, great. I'll take five please.

- We only have one.

This a vintage store, not a dollar store.

- Hmm.

- So it's been busy all around, good busy,

but, I mean, you saw Tracey, or should I say Tracey 2.0?

- Who do I make it out to? - Just to CeCe.

- Here you go! Bye! - You are so my favorite.

- Everybody is gonna get they turn.

No cutting the line.

There's enough of she to go around.

- And now Vince is a boss?

- ♪ Bitch, you wish you saved that ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ I plan the shots ♪

♪ I call the calls ♪

♪ We in this bitch ♪

♪ It's going down ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm the king ♪

♪ Now where my motherfucking crown? ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- ♪ Bitch, I'm a boss ♪ - ♪ I'm a boss ♪

- Anyway, my girl Veronica has leveled all the way up.

[tense music]

- Hello! Do you own a calendar?

Because it is well after the 1st, again!

[children shouting]

I hear them extra kids and that extra cousin not on the lease!

I was gonna keep that on the low,

but maybe the government needs to know.

You need my CashApp or a pen?

- So everybody's been hustling.

I mean, before that, shutdowns and quarantine

and everything in between,

it's kept the gang from being gang-gang.

But tonight, we're finally getting all together

at Tracey's fancy new place.

So we're all good. Yeah.

What?

Is there something else you want to know about?

Of course. Okay.

So Deon. [heart pounding]

I didn't-- - Pardon me.

- Excuse me.

Just one second.

[heart pounding] So Deon...

- Ma'am.

- Yes?

- Is there a discount for this missing button?

- Of course. Just give me one minute.

I'm so sorry, guys.

It looks like I'm gonna have to tell you

about you-know-who later.

Okay, bye.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, I am running late, and I know that's not news,

but you can't call me rude if I let you know.

Okay? Okay. Bye, Tracey.

- Slow down, now.

You're not gonna get where you're going any faster.

- Hey, Willy.

I just--I got a lot going on right now.

- Look, one thing I know about this life:

worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

- Okay. Thank you.

I'm gonna definitely think about that tonight, so...

- Oh, hey, Layne. - Hey, Kristi. Bye, Kristi.

- Oh. Okay, bye!

Willy, you're still coming to my class at 7:00, right?

- You know it.

- Well, zamn.

You must have a convection oven in that fly-ass kitchen.

That was fast as hell. - Too fast.

Obviously, since Layne and Deon's asses

ain't here yet.

- That's suspicious.

- I hate this.

They totally fucked up the group vibe.

- Totally. - Really?

- He don't count. - I don't count.

- Okay.

- They better hurry up. Nigga is starving.

- Where you get that watch? - A jewelry store.

- Is it a jewelry store owned by a middle-aged Jewish woman

with a son of about 13 years of age by chance?

- Don't hate.

I know you used to being the only breadwinner here,

but my services are in high demand now.

- Ah, I bet. - DJ services.

Yo, it's crazy what I'm asking for these bar mitzvahs,

but they willing to pay, so I'm willing to play, shorty.

Know what I'm talking about? - Let me see.

[chill music in background]

Is this real? - I don't wear fake shit.

Anymore.

- And you see what he's been rolling in, huh?

- I have. - Optics. I told you.

I rent one the weekends I have parties.

That way, they know they gotta pay me some real cheese.

- Ah, smart. - So you believe me?

- [laughs] Not at all.

Believe you don't wear fake shit.

You!

- I don't know, Lib! I thought we ordered more.

Well, that check from that marketing project I did

should be coming to me next week.

We can order it then.

Okay, look, I gotta go in. Okay. Bye.

Look, it's Deon.

Oh, that's right.

I didn't tell you what happened.

Well, we talked,

and we decided that no drama was worth our friendship,

so we're taking it back to basics,

back to just being friends, and we're good.

Okay, I'm out.

- Layne!

[heart pounding]

- Hey!

I didn't even see you there.

- Yeah, it's...dark out.

- I'm...

oh, wow.

Yeah. I'm late!

But, like, that's obvious.

- I see. I am too.

- Yeah. We're both late.

You know what, let's get in here before Tracey kills us.

- How will we know if they fucking again?

Really, I didn't even know they shady asses kissed

until 15 years later.

- [clears throat] - Hey, guys!

- Hi.

[phone rings]

Hey. Oh, God.

Okay. I gotta take this.

[thermometers beep]

- Do you need us to break ourselves?

- No, no. You good.

- Okay. So what's going on?

- What the fuck y'all talking about?

- About how we need more ice.

- And more liquor. - But I just got here.

- I mean, I got Tang and water, so we might be okay.

I don't know. - Nope, let's go.

Mm-mm.

- Wow, three interviews in one week.

That's dope, man. - Yeah, man.

Something around the corner. I'm sure of that.

Hola, mi amor.

Mwah.

Yes.

- $90? - Ooh, that's a good price.

Ayo, get two more bottles. I'ma take one to the crib.

- Okay. What's up? - With what?

- [laughs]

So you're not selling drugs? - No.

- Okay, yeah, maybe not crack, but, like, pain pills

or some shit 'cause, I mean, you paid for lunch last week

and dinner the week before that.

- You act like I never do that. - You don't ever do that.

Somebody die in your family!

- God!

I'm so tired of y'all, man.

Can't I just use my own talent and tenacity

to create my own wealth legally?

- No. So, like, for real. What is it, meth?

'Cause you got to be slinging something.

- I'm slinging this dick.

[laughs]

- What?

- Doesn't sound right coming out my mouth?

- No! And don't ever say that shit to me again, bro!

- Look at our boo! His page lit. I'm proud.

- Focus and look for evidence of misdeeds

that led to this sudden financial gain.

- What? - In other words,

let's see what this nigga really been up to.

Okay. We need to track his evolution.

When did his jewelry turn

from cubic zirconia to real ice?

- Yes! Now, that'll give us a timeline.

- Yeah.

- I only been out the loop for, like, a month,

and this fool is already having bougie dinners at Marcel?

- And who even took this picture?

- Ooh, and they putting verde sauce

on that entrecôte. Nice touch.

- Okay, you messing with the game now.

- It's a nice touch. - What's that?

- ♪ She gon' shake it like a stripper ♪

♪ Pop it on the Gram and take a picture ♪

♪ Broke niggas, tell 'em they ain't fucking with you ♪

- Greg.

- National Medical Association afterparty!

[cheering]

- ♪ She gon' shake it like a stripper ♪

♪ Pop it on the Gram and take a picture ♪

- Yes. Yes. You.

You can call me Dr. Feel Good.

Ey! [laughs]

But on a serious note, Peaches,

are we still up for that checkup next week?

All right, stay safe until then, but for now, whoo!

[grunting]

- Damn.

So you really haven't talked to him since he got you out?

- No.

- Looks like he's been busy.

- Well, good for him, you know,

for finding happiness after you dumped him.

- He dumped me.

- And that's because you didn't want him.

- Well, I am so happy that Greg is happy.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs] - Ha-ha!

Hey, listen, don't you think we doing too much?

- Man, I don't think we doing enough.

It's better to overdo it than to underdo it.

- Ha-ha, yes, but I'm trying to keep it lean in 2020,

so I don't need these calories.

- Nigga, you, like, 170 wet, maybe,

and 2020 is almost over.

Thank you.

About to get litty. - $452.96.

- [laughs]

When did you die and come back a nigga with good credit?

- When did you die and come back as a nigga who needs me?

I got it.

Thank you, and thank you.

- What?

- God, thank You for this food

and for Your presence in all of our lives.

Thank You for blessing me with this magnificent home

thanks to them evil producers

on that shit show called "Basketball Exes."

Thank You for the real estate blessings

you bestow upon Veronica

despite her constant fornication.

I pray for a short prison sentence for Vince

once he get arrested for whatever the hell he's doing,

and Deon and Layne,

I pray that their private parts never meet again.

- Mm. - Amen.

- Amen. - Amen?

- Let's eat.

- So tell us about the show, Tracey.

- Yeah, how are they treating you this time?

- Girl, it's great. I'm taking these checks,

I'm investing them in myself so I can be a boss,

and I'm finally in control of the show,

not them dirty producers.

[laughs]

[cheers and applause] Whoo!

Come on!

A girl. A girl. A girl.

- I'm so excited.

- She gon' be fly just like you.

- Cut. All right.

Let's reset and get ready to go again.

Hey, Tracey. That was great.

Great, but can you be more...

you know, more.

You got it. Do it again.

- Let's go.

- And action.

[applause]

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Gimme! [crowd oohs]

- Oh, shit! [crowd gasps]

- There, a girl, and I hope she don't grow up

to be a hateful bitch like her mom!

- Oh!

- I got you, baby. Come on.

- Was that a special effect?

Forget about me.

What I been missing other than y'all?

Deon, how's the job search going?

- Oh, good. Yeah.

I feel pretty close to landing something.

- We just need someone with a bit more experience.

- Yeah, we're really looking for someone more entry level.

- We really need someone else.

[smooth jazz music]

♪ ♪

- V?

- Uh, you know, same old with me.

Selling properties, having fun with my disease-free boys.

What?

STD and COVID test results before they even say hi to me.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- This really ain't your best work.

♪ ♪

Who taught you how to eat coochie?

Mm, mm.

That hits the spot.

So good.

- These bar mitzvahs still popping.

- ♪ Just like that ♪

- ♪ When I move, you move ♪ - ♪ Just like that ♪

- ♪ When I move, you move ♪

- ♪ Just like that ♪

- Ooh, y'all got it lit up in here! Let's go!

- ♪ Just like that? ♪

- ♪ When I move, you move ♪

- ♪ Just like that? ♪

- Hey! Hey, man! - Hey, man.

Oh, wait. You're too short to be a man.

- [laughs] Give me that back.

Ah! No, you get--

Where's the child's mother? He's wearing a blue yarmulke.

- Layne?

- Well, you know, just been focused,

working on the store.

- Celibacy. - What?

- Veronica. - She's celibate!

Oh, unless you and Deon...

- What? No.

- Why would even say that at the table right now?

- I'm just saying. Calm down.

Honestly, I don't know what you're trying to prove

by saying you're celibate.

Seriously, it's self-harm if you ask me.

- Okay, well, it is actually the opposite of that.

I just needed some time to, like, you know, for myself.

Okay, but I have been trying for what feels like hours,

and I don't think that's what this is supposed to be.

It's supposed to be, like, a two-minute max thing

with no crying!

Hello? Hello?

I think you're-- I'm losing you!

Hello?

- ♪ Now would you be mad ♪

- I hate this night so much.

Why is this in...

oh.

Yeah, it's been great. It's been great.

- Here's to everyone doing great.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- [laughs nervously] - Clink-clink.

♪ ♪

- [humming]

- So extra. Please stop. Seriously.

- [laughs] Give it here.

Thank you. - Whatever.

- Don't be angry. Don't be angry.

- Five, six, seven, eight. Ooh!

- Eight. - No, no, no.

They should be mad as hell because we whooping that ass.

- Ah! - Whooping that ass!

- Okay. All right. Okay. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Y'all get on my nerves. - It's fine. It's...

Okay. I hate y'all, but it's all good.

I need a winning hand so I can take this nigga watch.

- So when does Francis need the presentation by?

Really? Francis is still like that?

And that's why I left, among other reasons.

Don't worry, Skye, I will make you look good.

By the way,

when does that check come for our last project?

Well, you still get a check every two weeks,

and I'm trying to manage cash flow for this inventory.

Yeah, I know, lovely problems.

[heart pounding]

Okay. [line beeps]

I gotta go. It's my mom.

Mommy! I know. I know. I know you called.

Sorry. I'm just busy.

Yes, with that store.

- And that is called motherfucking game.

[both groan] - Hate y'all.

[smoke alarm beeping] - Aw.

- And my shit burning.

- You know, this is unfair with y'all two being partners.

It's unfair, and it is unbalanced!

- Why? Because we men? - No, because you're cheaters!

- Ah. - Mm.

- Black men don't cheat, darling.

- Yeah, right. Vince, we're partners.

- No, we're not.

- We're partners. Tracey!

You burning down the place? What's up?

- No! Yes! - Hurry up!

- Layne, can you play my hand while I deal with this?

- Oh, yeah.

- No! - No! No, no!

- Wow. I can't believe you guys.

Vince, you taught me how to play.

- Games aren't your gift, coz. - That is not true.

- You can't even play jacks. - Yes, I can.

So how many cards do I get to start?

- ♪ Big spender, yeah, hundred on my wrist, yeah ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

[chill music]

♪ ♪

- Why y'all so quiet?

- Are you gonna play something?

- Well, I think things out first.

I think before I make a move.

- Do you? I never noticed.

You cut me.

- Wait. What?

That is a spade, and this is Spades.

- Yeah, and I had the book.

- Okay, but I don't know what Vince has.

- Yeah, you should trust that I got it.

I had the highest heart left. Hearts led. You cut my heart.

- We still talking about cards here?

- Wait. Okay.

So how am I supposed to remember all that?

- You should get out the game if you don't know how to play.

- Well, I was asked to play the game, remember?

So I make one wrong move, and you lose it, huh?

- Hey. Guys.

- Okay. I'll explain how it goes.

- Oh. - As my partner,

we win when there's trust.

I led with a card for you to follow.

You got to trust that I got it.

- How am I supposed to trust that you got it,

and what reason do I even have to trust you?

- Yo. What's going on in here?

Wait.

Y'all haven't talked about what happened, have you?

- They haven't. - Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

- Nuh-uh. No.

Guys, it's been too long since that jail shit.

This is ridiculous.

Y'all not bringing this toxicity

into this friend group.

Talk, please. Now.

- We did! - We absolutely talked.

There is a lot going on now!

- I don't get it! I don't get it!

- I need you to understand what's happening!

- I took out all my fucking money!

- I was thinking about you the whole time! Okay?

- All you had to do was ask! This is unbelievable!

- I didn't tell you to do that! - Fucking unbelievable!

- I need you to listen to me

and hear what I'm saying right now!

- No! I don't want to hear nothing you have to say!

- Guys? Guys. Guys. Guys. Really, it's fine.

both: Sit down, Greg! - All right.

- We did talk. I'm fine. Layne is fine. We're fine.

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

- Hey, Lib. This is a terrible time.

Wait. Tomorrow?

And who do they style?

Billie Eilish?

- Ooh. - Oh, shit.

- Okay. Okay. Okay. Bye.

- Go on and do it.

- Billie Eilish is a vibe.

[indistinct chatter] [heart pounding]

- [breathing heavily]

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I...

- Oh. - Yo, cousin!

[chatter]

- Okay. - Okay.

- I'm calling an ambulance. - This is...yeah. I'm...

- Someone get water. - I'm calling an ambulance.

I'm just... I'm too drunk. Okay. I'm just... I'm sorry.

- Come on.

- A panic attack?

And you haven't felt like this before?

- Never.

I mean, I have been a bit anxious,

but that makes sense given the state of the world,

and work has been crazy.

- Do Aunt Debbie know about this?

- No! And there is no this.

So don't tell her anything, okay?

- Okay. Okay.

- Then who are you texting?

- Damn, nobody.

- Hurry up and get out here so I can choke you out.

You scared us to death.

- Hey! Ain't you...

- Staying safe during a pandemic?

Yes, and bye! God bless!

Got me out here looking crazy. Got my house mask on.

- Your house mask--never mind.

- Yeah, never mind. Stay out my business.

- Why? You stay in my business. All of you do, matter of fact.

- Oh, please, you wish somebody cared about your business.

- Damn. I can't even take y'all to a parking lot.

- I liked you better broke. - Not me.

- You really feeling yourself in such a way.

- Yes, and you used to.

- And I'm allergic to y'all bullshit.

- I resent that. - Can y'all stop?

- No. - Stop.

- He started this. - Stop.

- Who hurt y'all? - Stop. Stop.

- Why is it my fault?

I'm just trying to bring shit up.

I am here as an innocent bystander.

- Hey, boo. - My lady!

- Coz-o! - Damn, girl.

- You guys are so messy, you didn't even hear me say

I was on my way out.

- We sorry.

All that matters is that you're feeling better.

- Seriously, Layne, you gotta take better care of yourself.

Okay? One of us goes down, we all go down.

what you need us to do?

- Okay. Really, I am fine.

- Are you really? - Yeah!

Yeah, you know, it's just been, like,

a really long week at work,

and the world is really crazy, and I just...

I, like... you know, I let it all build up, so...

- Well, we got our eye on you, coz-o.

I told you you be doing too much.

Like when you were setting it up with Dr. Big and Tall.

- Ah! I told Vince that I could get here before everyone left!

Hi!

- I think I'm having a panic attack.

- Wait, which one of you guys is Layne?

- Hey, Shoshana! - [squeals]

- Yo! [horn honks]

- Go fuck yourself in your ear!

Excuse me, guys.

Let me just get out of this asshole's way.

- Okay. Pull over. I'll be right over.

[pumping hip-hop music]

[tires squeal]

Y'all can meet Shoshana.

- Hell no. - Are you kidding me?

- Yeah, I'm too fragile to meet a white woman right now.

- Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.

- Oh, I'll go! - No! Layne! Layne. Layne.

What's really going on with you?

- Really, I am fine, you know.

It's just all the cost of a new business.

It's pressure,

but it's good pressure, so I am good.

I'm actually great and fantastic.

- Yeah, I see.

All right. Well, can I give you a ride?

- Oh, I actually... I left my car at Tracey's,

so I'm gonna ride with Veronica.

- Okay. All right.

I'll see you later. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yep. Be well.

- Right.

- I'm gonna go meet Shoshana.

- ♪ Love you like a brother ♪

♪ Treat you like a friend ♪

- Yo, it's all good.

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- ♪ You could bet that, never got to sweat that ♪

♪ You could bet that ♪

♪ Never got to sweat that ♪

♪ You could bet that ♪

♪ Never got to sweat that ♪

♪ You could bet that, never gotta sweat that ♪

- ♪ If you be the cash ♪

♪ I'll be the rubber band ♪

♪ You be the match ♪

♪ I will be a fuse, boom ♪

♪ Painter, baby ♪

- See, it is all good.

- ♪ Why you let me hurt you so bad ♪

[Jhené Aiko's "All Good"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Why you let me hurt you so bad ♪

♪ Why you let me get you so mad ♪

♪ Something I do not understand ♪

♪ Dealing with a delicate man ♪

♪ Why you, why you ♪

♪ Why you so sensitive ♪

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