Bigger (2019–2021): Season 2, Episode 1 - All Good - full transcript
- 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 ♪
- 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 ♪