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- Previously on "Bigger"...

- Morning, sexy.

- So you're not selling drugs? - No.

- You gotta be slanging something.

- I'm slanging this dick.

- Hey, Shoshana. - Hey.

- I wanna get to know all your friends.

- Do it.

- About time y'all showed up.

- Shoshana was getting carsick.

- All I had to do was sit in the back seat.

- You drove Miss Daisy the whole way.

- There you guys are, finally.

- Don't tell the girls this,

but she won't let me do a damn thing.

She's been paying my rent the past few months

and won't take no for an answer.

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

- Excuse me,

are you finished studying? [record scratches]

- I was just taking a break. - Why?

So you can make noise

like you're from Africa or something?

I like my rap too,

but Dr. Dre ain't getting you into Georgia Tech.

- But what if I make

a million-dollar record with my beats?

- [laughs] If "if" were a fifth,

we could all get drunk.

Look, baby, you worked hard

to get into this engineering program.

Hasn't it always been your dream, just like your brother?

- Yeah, he's doing all right

at Carolina Poly, making good money.

- He's doing more than all right.

He's got a nice house, nice car,

and all because of that nice job.

That could be you.

- Yeah. Looking forward to that...

- Oh, me too.

As a matter of fact,

I'm gonna call your Aunt Brenda.

She thinks that cousin of yours is all that

with his little job at FedEx.

[chuckles]

[cat meowing]

I'm going to have two engineers in the family.

Isn't that right, Magic?

Mwah.

- ♪ What's up, Fresh, it's our turn baby ♪

♪ Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits ♪

♪ Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp ♪

♪ Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent ♪

♪ But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly ♪

♪ Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class ♪

♪ But that's all right, 'cause I'm gonna ride ♪

- Yo, don't keep us in suspense, let us see.

Let us see, let us see.

- Let's see, go ahead and flex on.

- Oh, okay, cuz.

I haven't seen you this clean

since you played Malcolm X in junior high.

- Malcolm X?

This nigga look like Martin Luther King.

- [as Dr. King] How are you gonna say nigga and Martin

in the same sentence?

- I mean, we gotta give Shoshana credit.

She picked out a great suit.

- Why do you have to go to the "shitva" anyway?

- [normal voice] Shiva. It's a Jewish memorial,

and I'm going to support my girl.

- Girl? - Malcolm would not approve.

- He claiming her now? - I get it.

- Oh, look at the time, rich o'clock.

Broke nigga's gotta go. Bye-bye.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Feel that temperature rising ♪

♪ I can't keep my tempo silent ♪

♪ My temper, she be so violent ♪

♪ But okay, okay, now we in this, babe ♪

♪ ♪

- Hey, uh, you wanna give your lungs a break?

You already went through a whole cartridge.

- Babe, I gotta get my mind mentally prepared

for the reality show that's my family.

- I thought you said your family was cool.

- I lied.

I just really needed you here with me today.

I wasn't even close with Mason.

- You don't care?

- I didn't cry at the funeral.

Hell, I haven't even talked to my mom

since she married his dad,

who is the man she cheated on my dad with,

and don't get me started about my real brothers.

They're like two walking prostates.

- Damn, the Kardashians ain't got shit on you guys.

Why bother going to this shiva?

- Because it's my family.

♪ ♪

- We'll get through this.

It's just one day.

- Actually, we sit shiva for seven days.

- Like, one, two, three-- seven actual days?

- Mm-hmm. - Let me see that?

- Mm-hmm.

[lively music]

- Are you going to be okay?

I don't want you to feel out of place.

- Out of place?

I DJ bar mitzvahs, these are my people, relax.

Hey. [laughs]

- The internal record scratch, it's for me.

I rarely go to family events,

so some may be surprised to see me here.

Hi, so good to see you.

I mean, it's not good, but I see you.

Babe, stay by my side.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - I know, I know.

Hi. - Hi.

[sighs]

- Yo, what's up, Shosh?

- Hey. - Charles.

- I knew that. How are you?

- Straight out of rehab and shit.

Third time's the charm, you know?

- I don't. Talk later.

- Hey. I can't.

[faint indistinct chatter]

- Ugh, smell this.

- Ugh, it smells like fish. - Smells like fish.

- Gefilte fish is supposed to smell fresh, not like fish.

- I bet Sharon made this.

[both laugh]

- Those two old women remind me

of Aunt Kim and my cousin Perry.

They always complain about my Aunt Beverly's potato salad.

No one ever eats it. - Why?

- She's a little senile and leaves the potato salad

out overnight and roaches will be in the shit.

- Ew! - Here's the crazy part.

The roaches would be dead.

Roaches survive nuclear explosions,

but they die eating her shit. - [laughs]

- Oh, my God. - [gasps]

- Shoshana, come here. - Here we go.

Remember, my mom's a cunt. Smile.

Hi!

- Are you losing weight?

You have to watch that when you get older.

Yes, I could see your cheekbones,

and not in that good model way,

but like those kids with the flies all over their faces.

- Okay, Mom, thanks. - What?

I'm not racist, but they are literally on TV

with the flies swarming all over their faces.

It's just inhumane.

Someone should swat them off,

and that is probably why you're not married,

and I have no grandchildren.

- Mom, I'm divorced, and you have a grandson.

- Well, I haven't seen him in so long, I forgot.

- Well, a shiva is not the place to bring a child,

in my opinion.

It's also not the place to berate me

and make me feel insecure.

- Well, if you called me more often,

I wouldn't have to do it here.

- So where's Matt?

- You mean your father?

- No, I mean your husband.

- I don't know why you can't accept him as your father.

I feel so bad for him over there, you know,

losing his son like that.

- Mom, you cheated on Dad with him.

He will never be my fucking father.

- You show some respect.

We just lost a son.

And besides, we're all family.

- [giggles]

- So who's your friend over there eating all our food?

- Vince.

- Oh.

Is he your boyfriend?

- No, just friends.

- Oh, well, in that case, welcome, Vincent.

I'm sorry it's under such circumstances.

- I'm so sorry for your loss. - [sighs]

So what do you do, Vincent, besides eat all our food?

- [laughs]

- I'm a DJ. [both chuckle]

- Huh.

Of course.

- Shoshana, what's up?

You look...older.

- Suck my dick.

- Dick?

So the transformation is complete.

- Fuck off.

- What's up, bro? Kevin, right?

We met at my cousin's wedding a few years ago.

- Not me. Vince.

- Yeah, not all Black people look alike.

- Sorry, bro. Thought that was you.

- Oh, shit. It does look like me.

- Yes, she has a type.

- So these are my two dick brothers.

This is Kyle, and this is Max.

- Oh, that mouth. Such a lady.

- What do you expect?

She went to Michigan, for God's sake.

- Oh, what? Think you're better

'cause you went to fucking Harvard?

- Fuck yeah.

Harvard produces neurosurgeons. - Mm-hmm.

- Michigan produces dentists.

- Oh. [both laugh]

- All right. Knock it off.

Show some respect. She's your sister.

So come with me, we're going to see the rabbi.

- Assholes.

- Wow.

- Good morning. all: Good morning.

- Mason was not a big fan of ritual,

so I'm gonna keep this short.

Please rise.

"You who dwells in the shelter of the most high,

"who abides in the shadow of the omnipotent,

"I say to you of the Lord,

who is my refuge..."

- You're reading it backwards, we read right to left.

- Oh. - "My God, in whom I trust,

"I will satisfy him with long life

and show him my deliverance."

You can take your seats.

I'd like to call on Mason's father to say a few words.

- Didn't you try to fuck her?

- Dude, she's a rabbi now.

She gave me a hand job.

- [clears throat]

Mason was a good kid.

No, a great kid.

A memory that comes to mind is

Mason donated his bar mitzvah money

to help build basketball courts in College Park.

He wasn't just a big heart,

he was wicked funny.

I remember we were--Mason and I were at the supermarket,

and a woman's water broke.

I had to act fast, so right there in the cereal aisle,

I delivered a baby with Mason helping.

[soft laughter]

Afterward--Mason was nine--

I jokingly told him,

"I don't need to have the talk,"

and he responded,

"I know where babies come from.

"My question is,

how they got in there in the first place?"

- Mason could have learned about babies

from all the affairs his father was having.

- Barb, Vincent is a guest.

- I tell no lies.

- Okay.

- Brandon, I would like you to meet my daughter, Shoshana.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- So the doctor told me it was a tumor.

Now, I have my tumor, the lawyer.

[laughter]

- Lovely name, Shoshana. - So pretty.

[indistinct conversation]

- [mouthing words] - Very unusual name.

I don't know how we came up with it.

- Excuse me, ladies.

- How are your parents?

It's been so good to see them--

- Vincent, darling. How are you?

- Hey, beautiful ceremony. Sorry again for your son.

- Stepson. - Right.

Let me go check on Shoshana. - No, no, no.

Give her a minute, please.

She's, you know, catching up with an old friend.

- Old friend? - Old, old friend.

- He doesn't look that old to me.

[both laugh]

- Yeah, he's been a friend of the family forever,

and I think he used to have a little crush on her.

- Really? - But...

that was a long time ago. - Oh.

[both laugh]

I have an idea.

I have a private stock of rum behind the bar.

Why don't you just go on in there,

help yourself, relax,

and I'll send Shoshana your way

when she's finished with Brandon.

- With Brandon? - Brandon.

- Oh, Brandon, okay. - Okay.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

- You heard her. Let's go get the good stuff.

- Oh, okay. Okay.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- It's good stuff.

The transcripts are the bomb diggity, man.

You got an A in calculus,

you took statistics over the summer, you maniac.

- Trust me, I'd rather be

spinning records and chasing ass,

but my mom believes, in order to get ahead,

I have to be ahead.

- Instead of getting head. - Exactly.

- Look, man, we'd love to have you in the engineering program.

- Dope.

[cell phone buzzes] - Hang on.

Hello?

Yeah, dude, I'm in the middle of an interview.

Oh, damn.

No, no, fliers already went out.

I don't know, man.

Just get somebody who doesn't throw lame parties.

All right.

- Everything cool?

- DJ bailed on us.

You know someone? - Yeah, me.

Check out my Myspace page,

I got my beats on there and everything.

- You play hip-hop? - Nigga, what?

[lively music]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

- Relax, babe. You're so tense.

- It's not fun watching your mother play

the family version of Tinder on my face, it's fucked up.

- Not as fucked up as you

telling my mom we're just friends.

- Didn't that help you out?

I don't wanna make things worse by adding

a Black DJ boyfriend to the conversation.

- It's just sad you had to cover for me.

She's so controlling.

We always did everything she wanted.

She treated us like slaves.

- A slave? Really?

- Oh, stop it. I'm Jewish.

We were slaves first. - Debatable.

I'm going to the bathroom.

- Do you always have to act like a fucking moron?

- I can't control my mother.

- She asked if I'm pregnant.

Do I look fucking pregnant to you?

- No, no.

But you eat a lot of bread.

- You impotent, limp dick asshole.

Be a man and stand up for your wife.

- Vince. Hey, man.

- Hey. Everything okay?

- Uh, ye--no.

Whatever. Women, right?

- Yeah, sure. - About that dick thing.

- I didn't hear anything about your dick.

- Okay. But I'm not impotent,

So you know.

- I never needed to know that. - Cool.

But I'm saying if I was,

you heard that voice, man.

No one's dick could get hard listening to that shrill.

See, that's why I'm filing for divorce.

I need a woman who can get my dick hard.

Like really hard.

- I'ma go drain mine now, so...

[door creaks]

[lively music]

♪ ♪

- Matt, my Henry had the worst stomach cancer,

it eats you from the inside out.

- Nelson had colon cancer.

Thank God the doctors caught it in time.

We checked 'cause of that Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

- She was a tough cookie.

[cell phone chimes]

- Shoshana, you have some gum?

- Are you really gonna hit on a girl at her brother's shiva?

- I don't think Mason gives a shit.

- Check my purse.

- What the fuck is this?

- Put it back.

- You listening to Rick Ross and drinking brown liquor too?

- Give it back. - I wonder what--

I wonder what Mom thinks about this.

- Why do you have to be such an asshole?

- 23andMe says I do. - [scoffs]

Wait! [both chuckle]

- Hey, you found my vape pen.

- This is yours? - Yeah, no big deal.

Weed is legal, right?

- Not in Georgia.

- You gonna snitch?

We should smoke together.

- Yeah.

- Mm. - I'm so sorry.

- Nice. - My condolences.

- Man, I needed this.

- That's some good shit.

- Wait, it's cool to pass a joint during a pandemic?

- Yeah, it's all about finger placement.

[leisurely music]

I prefer to smoke flower when outdoors.

Ain't nobody gonna trip that we smoking out here, right?

- No, it's fine.

Our mom's allergies, an elephant can fart in her face,

she's not gonna smell shit.

- Fuck that. I'm a married man.

Kyle, tell me the story about the girl from Starbucks,

and talk really slow.

- Vince, this girl had fiery hair.

Tits like ripe cantaloupes, ripe as shit.

She had nipples like two thumbs.

- Yeah, that's weird. - Mm-mm.

Not when you're a married man.

My wife's nipples are inverted,

they're like two little mouths on the end of the tits.

- I don't wanna hear about your wife's sad nipples.

- Finish the story. - Okay, dude, okay.

So she was drunk, right?

Drunk enough for fun, not Cosby level.

And we're on the couch, we're going at it.

She's sucking my balls, licking my ass.

She's good to go, then things got freaky.

She pulls a strap-on out of her bag.

Yeah, she starts fucking me in the ass with a dildo.

- Wait, wait, wait, time out.

She started fucking you in the ass with a dildo?

- We both came. Twice.

♪ ♪

- I'm not gonna lie to you, man.

It sounds kinda gay.

- No, as long as there's a woman back there doing it,

it's not gay. Right, Vince?

- Dude, it's gay. It's okay, I don't care.

- Dude, it's not gay. - No, I'm pretty sure that

getting fucked in the ass is, like,

one of the requirements of being gay.

- All right.

- But if it was a Swedish bike ride,

then that wouldn't be gay. Right, Vince?

- Uh...it depends.

- On?

- Were you on your knees or on your back?

- Good question.

- On my back.

♪ ♪

[music playing softly] - ♪ That's where we defer ♪

♪ Took too much space from me ♪

- Why are you being so quiet?

- I'm still traumatized about your brother

getting fucked in the ass by his girlfriend.

- That's not new for Kyle.

- Well, my family was crazy,

but you white folks is on some other shit.

- Yeah, we're a wild bunch. [chuckles]

- Speaking of wild,

what's up with this Brandon dude?

- I told you, it was nothing,

- But why do you have to go along with it?

You a grown-ass woman.

- It's hard.

I can never be myself around my family

until I'm having a shiva for my mother.

You can never be yourself

until your parents die,

because until then, you're just living,

having them projecting all their flaws onto you.

- Hmm.

It's clear your mother is messed up.

Is your dad at least cool?

- Yeah. Yeah, he was.

He died four years ago.

I think her cheating killed him.

So what about you?

Are you close to your parents?

- Me and my mom were until she moved away

to live with my brother Rance, so we don't talk as much.

As for my dad, I only saw him a couple of times

until he committed to being absent.

So you could say he died too.

- I should never have brought a kid into this crazy family.

[lively music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, hell nah.

- Oh, shit. It's extra crispy.

[funky music playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

I guess Mama finally got what she wanted, huh?

- The Christian Brothers?

Ma always keeps that in the cupboard.

[both chuckle]

- Look, she didn't give me a choice either.

On my second birthday, she got me a calculator.

- At least you got that.

My second birthday, she gave me an abacus.

- Actually, I gave you that.

Why should I have all the fun?

- [mouths words]

Let me ask you something.

If you wasn't an engineer, what would you do?

- I don't know. - No clue?

- Nah.

Once Ma found out I was good at math,

being an engineer was drilled into my head.

Her dream became mine.

- I blame Uncle Willie's ass.

He had to become an engineer and get that job

at Northrop in Cali. [haughty chuckle]

- Hey, yo, remember that Corvette he brought?

- Remember? That's all Ma talked about.

By the way, good job buying her one.

- Like I had a choice.

- Hey, Rance.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

- I got into the program, but I'm not gonna do it.

I got a job deejaying. That gig pays so well.

I could blow up for real at the right club.

- DJ? Are you crazy?

Ma is gonna kill you.

- She shouldn't. It ain't producing,

which takes years to get big in,

and plus, Ma don't even know what producing is anyway.

But with deejaying I'm getting paid now, paid well.

That's what she cares about, right?

- She cares about her sons being a big deal.

- I'ma be a big deal. - How are you so sure?

- ♪ It's the same feeling I always seem to get ♪

- Like you, I have no other choice.

[lively music]

- That's crazy, and you totally rescued him?

- Yeah. It was all reflex.

- Oh, my gosh. - I couldn't believe it.

- That's amazing. Your work is incredible.

- Well, thank you, that means a lot coming from you.

- Hey, babe. - Hey, Vince.

- Hey, Vince. I'm Brandon.

It's nice to meet you. - Shoshana, can I speak to you?

- Yeah, sure. Sorry.

[faint indistinct chatter]

[mournful cello music playing]

- I know we're not together, together,

but tell the dude it ain't happening.

- What do you want me to do, make a scene?

- Yes. - I can't.

- What am I supposed to do? Just sit back and watch this

corny motherfucker get at you like I'm chopped liver?

- It's a couple more days,

and you don't have to deal with this anymore.

[scoffs]

- [laughs]

- Vince!

- Oh. Sorry!

Didn't know anyone was in here. - No, I was just leaving.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

No, I don't know. I was--I--

I just got a text from my lawyer.

- Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry.

Max told me about the divorce.

- Divorce? Divorce?

How do you know about that?

I just got the text now.

When did he tell you? Huh?

You know something?

What is that shit stain say to you?

And don't lie to me, because I know you were out

in the garden just smoking weed with him.

- Lady, this ain't my business.

- Oh, but getting my husband high is?

- I--I-- shit, shit, shit, shit, wait!

- You fucking asshole.

You told a fucking stranger we were already divorced?

You just filed yesterday.

- Whoa! - Oh, my God!

- Pencil dick loser! - Did she say pencil?

- It's not shaped like a pencil,

but it's got some girth.

- Shut up. How could you?

- Me? How could you?

I thought we were family.

- Family? I don't know you white people.

- Listen, you come to our house,

and you eat at our table while we mourn our dead son.

How dare you insert yourself into the family business?

- I didn't insert me. He inserted me.

- You sound gay, bro.

- Oh, says the dude who let his girlfriend

fuck him in the ass with a dildo.

- I told you that in confidence.

Dude can't keep his mouth shut.

- This is all Shoshana's fault. She brought him.

- You gotta go. - I'm not going nowhere.

Shoshana invited me, and I'm here to support her.

But with the way y'all acting crazy,

I see why she needed me to be here.

- I'm crazy? - Are you kidding me?

- Guys, guys, everybody?

[overlapping chatter]

- You crazy.

- Everybody. Everybody, shut the fuck up!

This is not Vince's fault, this is our fault.

I feel like every time we get together,

we pretend that we like each other.

Mom, you're so controlling.

And Max, you don't like being married or being a dad.

Kyle, you're gay. Yeah.

Or gender fluid, binary, whatever.

Just stand in your truth.

We lie to each other at every event,

whether it's a birthday party or a fucking memorial.

I mean, we might be family,

but I feel like we don't even know each other.

And that's probably why Max felt more comfortable

telling Vince about his divorce than any of us,

'cause he knew that we would just judge him,

not support him or show empathy.

I'm sorry.

Just judge,

like he's some random person off the street,

and that's not family.

Truth is, we're nothing more than strangers at a shiva.

- That is not true. Now you come down here,

because she is not well, clearly jungle fever.

- No. Mom!

Mom, I am living my YOLO,

or FOMO, or whatever the kids say.

No? - You're out of line.

- She's right.

This shiva's been a shit show from the beginning.

Everyone's been focusing on themselves.

Mason's life was about doing what he felt was important,

no matter what anyone feels.

That's legacy.

If I've learned anything, it's that life is short.

Shoshana, I know my love for your mom

started with infidelity,

but I love you as my own.

I want nothing but the best for you.

- Oh. - Oh!

[laughs]

- You know, y'all applaud at anything, really?

- Sorry you had to see how fucked up we are.

- That was just Black shit without the potato salad.

[both laugh]

Nobody's family is perfect.

- True.

Sometimes you have to look crazy in the eye

and take a stand.

- I got it, baby.

I know you got work to do for school.

- Ma, it's cool, I can still help.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Talk, son.

- I got a job deejaying,

pays $1,000 a weekend.

- That's good.

That'll help you pay for school

and keep you out of my purse for a change.

- Exactly.

- You're a good son, Vincent.

- ♪ Held on to every word ♪

♪ Couldn't let you go and called it hope ♪

♪ Now I'm so low, I can't ignore ♪

♪ We only ever made it worse ♪

♪ Then we become a brush fire ♪

♪ Burning all the pain ♪

♪ How can we survive a desert ♪

[line trilling]

- Hey, Ma. - Who is this?

- It's me, Mama, Vince.

- Oh, hey, baby.

How are you?

- I'm good.

Look, I need to talk to you about something.

- ♪ Hard rain in LA ♪

- I'm gonna pursue my dream of producing music.

I deejayed for a while because, honestly, I was afraid.

Afraid of what you were gonna think,

afraid of what you were gonna say if I failed.

I mean, I can't fail that bad playing records, you know?

So instead of chasing my dream of being a producer,

I settled.

I know you want what's best for me,

but this is what I want,

and I hope you understand that.

- Okay, Vincent.

I love music.

Remember the time when you played

on that thing in your room?

I liked it.

- Ma, you hated it.

- Be happy, son. Play your music.

- Ma, you didn't want me to play music.

You kicked me out of the house, remember?

- Who's out the house?

It better not be that cat.

Rance, is the cat out the house?

- No--no, Mom? - The cat--where's--

- I'm right here, Mom. - Where's--no.

I can't even have my cat.

- Hello? Hello?

- Where's the cat at? Come on.

- Hey, bro. - Come here, kitty.

- Ma's not feeling well. I gotta go calm her down.

- Come on home.

- She's, um, she's getting worse?

- Depends on the day.

You good?

- Yeah. - Magic, come on home!

Baby, come on home! - Ma's looking for Magic.

- I can't even have my cat!

- Cat's been dead for years now.

- Kiss her for me, all right?

- ♪ Boy, you know what to say before I turn away ♪

- [clears throat]

- ♪ Your words hit me like a hard rain in LA ♪

♪ ♪

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