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♪ O holy night

♪ The stars are
brightly shining... ♪

Hi, sorry to bother you, Lance.
It's just, um, uh...

Dasha, she hasn't come down
to the car yet.

And that's my problem
because...?

Well, we'll be late
to the match?

Clara, this is your job.

Or can you not handle the simple
act of picking up a client?

I-I called her,
I pounded on the door.

She's-she's not answering.

Then use your Ivy League brain

and figure out how to get
inside her room and wake her up.

You mean, break in?

I don't care how you do it.

Bribe the front desk
for a room key.

Charm a bellboy.

Do whatever it takes
or you're fired.

:
Merry Christmas!

Whoa. Sorry.

It's okay. No problem.

Dasha? Are you up?

Hey, Jade.

Have you seen Dasha?

She's not answering her phone.

Not since last night. Sorry.

Yeah. She probably overslept.

I've got to run.

First match back
since my surgery.

Hope my hip holds up
for a three-setter.

Yep. Good luck out there.

♪ O night

♪ Divine

Dasha?

Dasha, it's morning.

Let's get moving.

If you shower fast,
we can still make it on time.

Come on, Dasha.
It's an important tournament.

Dasha, wake up.

Dasha?

Oh, my God. Please, no.

Please, please, please, no.

Help. I need help.
She's not breathing!

♪ The angel voices...

Thank you, Pastor.

Mr. Palmer, a word?

Uh-oh.

Never good when the pastor
calls you Mister

and says they need a word.

There's a congregant,
Clara Williams,

a good girl.

Works the soup kitchen
every Saturday,

rain or shine.
Mm-hmm.

She's in trouble.

Okay. What kind of trouble?

Did you hear about
Dasha Markovic's overdose?

Oh, yeah, yeah. It was tragic.

Clara is being charged
with her death.

She gave her the drugs
that killed her.

So... big trouble.

She needs a lawyer.
Can you help her?

Pastor, I would,
I would love to,

but TAC's shutting down
for the holidays, and...

It'd be a true gesture
of Christian goodwill.

A way to give back

this season of giving.

I hear you, Pastor, but...

TAC charges
some pretty hefty fees.

We have money.

You got any more excuses?

♪

You got guilt-tripped
by your pastor.

It's like every sin
I ever committed

was tattooed to my forehead.

Well, I respect
the church's passion,

but this is about
a quarter of our fee.

Do you want to argue dollars
and cents with Pastor Reynolds?

No. That's why
I don't go to church.

I spent so much time with Dasha
over the last two years.

I know she was a client, but...

it kind of felt
like we were friends.

And the fact
that I gave her something

that killed her...

I don't know
how I'm gonna live with that.

The police report said
that the cocaine

that you gave Dasha
was laced with fentanyl.

It's a powerful opiate.

Look, I know that I never
should have gotten

the cocaine for Dasha
in the first place,

but I never would've given it
to her

if I knew that there was
fentanyl in it.

Well, unfortunately
the prosecutor

doesn't care what you knew.

Tons of street drugs are getting
cut with fentanyl every day.

It's leading to
a massive amount of ODs.

So the D.A.'s office is
taking a hardline

on anyone who is involved
in distributing these drugs.

I don't sell drugs.

I don't even do drugs.
Right.

Why don't we start
at the beginning.

Tell us what happened.

Dasha's agent is my boss.

And as his assistant,
it is my job to service her.

I schedule her meetings.

I make sure that she gets
there on time.

Basically, anything that she
needs, I make sure that she has.

Even when it's cocaine?

My boss made it very clear that

if I didn't give Dasha exactly
what she wanted, he'd fire me.

So, your boss knew that Dasha
had asked you for drugs?

He told me which dealer
to go to.

Told you verbally,
no paper trail?

Lance Thomas's motto is,
"Don't write anything down

unless you want to see it
on social."

Wait. Your boss is
Lance Thomas?

Yes.

Okay. So, your boss is a jerk.

He threatens to fire you
unless you break the law.

Why don't you quit?

Look, I know
it sounds ridiculous.

It is ridiculous.
I just...

Being an athlete has been
my entire life.

I ran track growing up,
and my family,

we didn't have any money,
but because I was fast,

I got to go to college.

I was training for the Olympics
my junior year,

and I got a stress fracture
in my foot.

I did everything
that the doctor said,

but it didn't heal.

So... that was it.

My running career was over.

And so, being an agent was
the next best thing?

It's better in a lot of ways,
actually.

A lot of athletes grow up poor,

like I did,

and they get taken advantage of.

So, I thought...

if I could make it as an agent,
that I could advocate for them.

But first you had to
survive Lance Thomas.

I've had tough coaches
my whole life,

and some of them have been
downright bullies.

But I never let them break me.

And I wasn't about to let Lance
break me.

That's why I stayed.

That's why I did
whatever he told me to do.

I thought I was being strong.

But now I just wish

that I had been strong enough
to walk away.

Then maybe Dasha would
still be alive.

She's guilty.

Never a great way
to start a defense.

I know.

But I feel for Clara.

She just got caught up
in the machine, Bull.

Is that an affirmative defense
I'm not aware of?

No, I'm just saying,
she's young.

She's working in
a high-pressure environment.

It's easy to lose perspective.

Hell, it was like that for me.
When I got to New York

and started working at Vogue,
it was the exact same thing.

Fashion, sports...

Lot of people dream of working
in those industries.

Exactly.

You put up with a lot
just to keep your job.

It starts out, you're picking
your boss's kid up from school,

and then you're picking
your boss's dog's poop up.

So, by the time they tell you
to go buy drugs,

you're programmed just to do it.

You're like a frog
in a boiling pot of water.

You don't realize that you're
in trouble until it's too late.

Well...

Lance Thomas got Clara
in a world of trouble.

What if we try
to shift the blame

so Lance looks like the bad guy?

Maybe.

It might not be enough.

You remember how the pastor used
the Christmas spirit

to get you to meet Clara?

Yeah.

Well, juries are also
more inclined

to be generous
around the holidays.

Less likely to convict.

Christmas is at the end
of next week.

There's no way
we can squeeze this

onto the docket before then.

Chunk, my daughter got kidnapped
this year.

We got her back.

I got charged
with bribing a juror.

We got me off.

So, sue me if I'm feeling
a little bullish.

♪

Who says the holiday
season isn't filled

with magic and wonder?

You got Clara's case
on the docket?

Dave from
the clerk's office gave us

the last slot of the season.

Told you helping him with

those Friday crosswords
would pay off.

I stand corrected and amazed.

Now, I hate to be a downer...

Then don't.

Do you really think
that we can finish

a manslaughter case
this fast?

Speed is our friend here.
Round up the team.

We need to move faster
than Santa's sleigh.

You're really going all in on
the Christmas thing, aren't you?

Oh, you know-ho-ho it.

We are full speed ahead
on the Clara Williams case.

Trial starts on Monday.

Did you tell Bull that
come December 23

I will be in Aruba,
no matter what?

No, but I'm sure you will.

We can work Christmas Day
for all I care.

Erik took Mauricio
to Hawaii for the holidays

so I'll be all
alone anyway.

You said that so chipper
and yet it's actually sad.

It is, a little.

It's the first Christmas
without Mauricio

since he was born,
but hey, no pity parties.

I've got my Netflix cued up
and Hunan Delight on speed dial.

What are you doing
for Christmas, Marissa?

I am going to a dinner party
on Christmas Eve

that I suspect is
a covert setup.

My friend's brother
got divorced,

and she keep dropping hints
about getting us together.

That sounds awful.

Why? Maybe he's amazing.
What's his deal?

Well, he's handsome,
intriguing,

and an archaeologist
of all things.

Oh. I can dig that.

Oh, Taylor.
No.

Oh, you're all here.

Thank you.

So...

In order for Clara to be
convicted of manslaughter,

the A.D.A. has to prove that

giving Dasha the fentanyl-laced
cocaine was reckless.

But it was reckless.
I mean, if you ask me,

Clara should've simply
refused to do it.

Okay, well, remind me not
to put you on the witness list.

We need to paint a picture
that it was impossible

for Clara to say no;

that she wasn't being reckless,
she was coerced.

You're going after Clara's boss?

Yep. Lance Thomas.

Ranked the number one

most powerful sports agent
by Forbes.

And a notorious toxic bully.

Between football and fashion,
I've seen this guy

more times than I can count.

He's only happy
when someone's crying.

There are chatrooms devoted
to this guy.

One user claiming to be
his ex-assistant said

she got fired
for taking time off to do chemo.

Another guy said
he had to sleep at the office

because Lance threatened
to fire him

if he ever beat
the kid into work.

We need more
than Internet rumors.

We need witnesses
that are willing to testify

to his brutality,

so it's not just
Clara's word against his.

I'm on it.
Why aren't we going

after Dasha Markovic's
responsibility?

It's not like Clara
held her down

and forced her
to snort that coke.

Danny, you can testify
all day long.

The woman is dead.
I would tread lightly there.

Understood.

Oh, and Danny...

Yeah?

I need you to track down
that drug dealer.

See if you can get him
to testify

that Lance sent all of
his assistants there

to buy drugs for his clients,

so we can establish the culture.

Get a drug dealer
to rat on his customers

and incriminate himself.
No problem.

Anything else you want to ask
Santa for while he's at it?

An acquittal, maybe.

Yep, yeah. I just sent you
over a proposal.

Take a look at it and
let me know what works for you.

Yeah. Sounds good. Bye.

Hey.

Hey.
Ooh,
am I having a stroke,

or is something burning?

Ah! Damn it.

Oh, shoot. Ah.

Um, I got distracted
by my call.

I guess December wasn't
the best time

to start my consulting business.

You know, I thought I'd have,
like, one client.

All of a sudden,
I have seven businesses

that want to redo
their brands.

Yeah.

Maybe you want to skip
the Christmas cookies this year.

They're gingerbread men.

And Astrid and I,
we were going to decorate them,

and we were gonna put them
on the tree.

Oh, the tree.
I just wanted to make

Christmas really special
after the few months we've had.

So, I just got off the phone
with the tree farm guy.

It's kind of funny.

He delivered the tree
to my old address,

'cause I didn't update
the tree farm guy.
No.

Oh, my-Can he bring us
another one?

There's nothing available
till next week.

No. No, no. That's too late.

I'll figure out a time to go out...
No, no, no, no. No tree...

But I have been
figuring it out,

and I got this place.

And they are gonna deliver
an eight-foot Douglas fir,

extra plump.

Ten-foot.

She wants a ten-foot.

There's the ten-foot
Douglas fir.

Extra plumper.

Izzy and I are going
all out this year.

Ten-foot Douglas fir,

fat as she comes.

Let's hope we find
some jurors

with as much Christmas
spirit as you.

Mm-hmm. We want to
steer clear of rebels

who would never cave
the way Clara did.

What we want are conformists.

If you're showing up
for jury duty,

doesn't that kind of make you
a conformist already?

That's true.

Oh, God.
What?

When I read that it was
A.D.A. Robert Jones,

I didn't know that it was
that Robert Jones.

Chester Palmer.

Looks like we've got ourselves
a rematch.

Rob, how are you?

This is my colleague,
Dr. Jason Bull.

Rob and I were
in law school together.

Oh, I think it's fair to say

I was Chunk's nemesis.
Hmm.

That's funny.
He never mentioned you.

Oh, well, nobody likes to relive
their defeats.

Good luck, Rob.
You're gonna need it.

Don't think so.

Hmm. Chunk has
a nemesis.

That guy, real gunner
in law school.

Top of the class.

Made law review.

He and I made it to
the Moot Court

competition finals.

And?
He beat me.

And he loved it.

Well, let's flip the script
on that, shall we?

♪

Yeah.

The first time
I drank alcohol was

in high school at a graduation
party with my friends.

And did you enjoy it?

No.

I spent the whole time worrying
about getting in trouble.

I just wanted to fit in.

Don't know what kind of person

that makes me.

It makes you a conformist.

Hold up, Bull.

Around the time juror
number nine had his first beer,

he spearheaded
an environmental campaign

when fish were washing up dead
in his hometown river.

Does not sound
like conformity to me.

Sounds like he's got a heart.

You sure you're not going
too fast?

If we don't seat a jury today,

we will not finish the trial
by Christmas.

If we don't finish the trial
by Christmas,

we will miss out
on all that holiday cheer.

So we go fast.

This juror is acceptable
to the defense, Your Honor.

Ten jurors sat in under an hour?

I wish every lawyer
who came before me

kept such an efficient pace.

Uh, may I have
a moment to confer

with defense counsel,
Your Honor?

Make it quick, Counselor.

Yeah. I'm starting to have
concerns about this jury pool.

I'm thinking of moving
for a change of venue.

That's ridiculous.
On what grounds?

Oh, by the time I'm done
with my motion,

I will have plenty of grounds.

But I should let you know,
I write real slow.

What do you want?A fair jury.

Specifically.
Forty-four.

No way. He's got obvious bias.

His cousin OD'd.

Yeah. Spent 25 years at
the same insurance company.

Okay, 44. Are we done?
You bet. Oh.

Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.
Just one more thing.

To feel 100% secure
in this venue,

I will need juror number 26.

Bull, juror number 26 is
a self-declared anarchist.

Absolutely not.
Oh, well,

then I'd better get started
on my motion.

I hope you weren't planning
on taking advantage

of the holiday spirit.

Rob, you seem like
a very nice guy,

so I'll be concise.
If you try to move my jury,

I will file an extortion
complaint so fast

it'll make your head spin.

Your colleague came to play.
Mm.

Juror 26 is a nonstarter.
Got it.

Uh, will you accept
juror number seven?
Yes.

Yes.
Yes.

Well, we have a jury.

Your Honor, uh,

defense counsel and I
have agreed

on jurors number 44

and seven.

Good.

Opening arguments start
at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

On the dot.

That man gets
under my skin.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

We had better
win this thing.

Well, the good thing about
fighting a peacock is,

once you pluck all his feathers,
he's really just a tall chicken.

How long you been
sitting on that?

Couple hours.

Getting cold out there.

Might be a white Christmas.

Or even a blizzard.

They're predicting
quite a bit of snow.

As long as it doesn't screw up
my flight to Aruba.

Ooh.

Opening arguments didn't go
so well, huh?

Well, this A.D.A. isn't
playing around.

He came in strong.

But Chunk was able
to make up some ground.

Where are we with Lance Thomas's
former assistants?

Well, there's a woman he fired,
Melanie Standish.

She works at a store
in Herald Square.

She's willing to talk?

Well, she'd rather not,

but at least she didn't
hang up on me

like all the other assistants.

I've got until 5:00.

I'll get her to talk.

Miss Kiernan,
how did you know Dasha Markovic?

We met on tour
when we were 16.

It's a really
competitive atmosphere,

so it can be hard
to make friends.

But Dasha and I,
we just clicked.

Sounds like you two were close.

I got injured at
the French Open last year.

I thought
my career was over.

I was really depressed, and...

I guess Dasha could tell,

because one day I came home
after physical therapy,

and... there she was.

She flew all the way
to my hometown

just to see me.

I'm sorry. I just...

I still can't believe
she's gone.

I understand.
It's a... it's a huge loss.

Thank you.

Were you with Dasha

the night before she died?

I was.
And did someone

bring her the fentanyl-laced
cocaine that night?

Yes.

Her.

Clara Williams.

I have no further questions.

Miss Kiernan,

did you ever see Dasha

use cocaine?

Yes.

Shift the blame.
More than once?

Yes.

Objection, Your Honor.
Relevance?

Dasha didn't die of

a cocaine overdose.

She died because the cocaine
Miss Williams supplied her with

was laced with a fatal amount
of fentanyl.

Shows a pattern of drug abuse,
Your Honor.

Overruled. Proceed, Mr. Palmer.

Would it be fair to say

that you saw Dasha use cocaine
on many occasions?

I guess so.

One last question.

On the night before
Dasha passed away,

did you hear her call Clara

and ask her to bring her
the cocaine?

Yes.

No further questions.

Tell me you're seeing more
mistletoe than holly berries.

I don't want to lie and end up
with a stocking full of coal.

Jury doesn't want to blame
Dasha for her own death.

We need to find a Scrooge
they can target.

♪

Sounds like Lance Thomas can be
a pretty tough boss.

Told you, not gonna
talk about Lance.

Well, he's not
your boss anymore.

He can't get you fired.

Well, wish someone could.

Was Lance the reason
why you left the agency?

Why you're stacking candles
two days before Christmas?

Maybe.

But I'm up for a job
at another agency,

and I'm not about to blow it
by narcing on Lance.

He knows everyone in sports.

Well, sounds like Lance
could be pretty persuasive.

Did he ever ask you
to buy drugs for a client?

You do not give up, do you?

Clara Williams is facing
15 years in prison

because she did
what Lance told her to do.

What if that had been you?

Okay, look.

You did not hear this from me,

but check out
Crystal Meadows SoHo Rehab.

Did he send clients there?

Crystal Meadows SoHo.
Merry Christmas.

And a happy new year.

Mr. Thomas,

what was your relationship
with Dasha Markovic?

I was Dasha's agent.

Signed her when she was just 13.

She didn't make it to
the Junior Finals that year,

but I could tell she was
gonna be one of the greats.

I got her a new coach.
New trainer. Nutritionist.

The next year,
she won the whole damn thing,

and I got her
her first endorsement deal.

Sounds like you made
quite the investment in Dasha,

didn't you?Of course.

It's what I do for my clients.
Whatever they need.

Whatever they need, huh?

Does that include
buying them drugs?

No, of course not.
I would never do that.

I-I'm sorry.
Not you personally,

but you ask your assistants

to buy them drugs.

No, I do not ask

my employees
to break the law.

He's lying.

Oh, I know.
Mr. Thomas,

did you know that
Dasha abused cocaine?

I was aware
that she used cocaine,

but I did everything in
my power to discourage it.

Did you know that

she sought treatment last year

at the Crystal Meadows
SoHo Rehab?

Uh...

I-I did know that she was there,

and I was fully supportive
of her efforts to get clean.

Well, if that's true,

then why did you pull her out

two weeks before she finished
her treatment?

Dasha was the defending champ

at the U.S. Open.

She had worked her whole
life for this,

and she wanted
to see it through.

Whatever she needed.

Right?
Dasha promised to go

back to rehab
once the tourney was over.

And did she go back
and complete her treatment?

No, but the plan...

In fact,
right after the tournament,

she shot a commercial for which
you personally received

$1 million,
isn't that right?

That ad campaign had been
in the works for months.

You removed her from rehab

and now she's dead
from a drug overdose.

♪

Isn't that right?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Thomas.

Did you buy cocaine for Dasha
on the night she died?

No.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Guy's slippery as a snake.

The witness or the A.D.A.?

Counsel, please approach.

As tomorrow is Christmas Eve,

I'd like to reconvene
this trial after the holidays.

Does the second week of January
work for both parties?

Uh, no, Your Honor,

my client has a right
to a swift and speedy trial.

The courthouse is closed

the first week of January,
Mr. Palmer.

The second week is
what I can offer.

But the courthouse is open
tomorrow.

We can have this
wrapped up by then.

I don't want to make
these jurors come in

on Christmas Eve

unless they're going to be
finished for good.

We'll be finished,
Your Honor.

A.D.A. Jones, any objections?

No. No objections,
Your Honor.

Okay then.
We'll wrap this up tomorrow.

I'm sure the jury will be
pleased not to come back

after the new year.

Hey, do either of you know

how to make
a raspberry cheesecake?

God no. Why?

Well, the archeologist
reached out.

We've been texting.
He's funny.

Curious how LOL leads
to cheesecake.

I might have bragged that
I could make a mean one.

Now I'm in charge of dessert
for tomorrow night.

Ladies,
we're in a world of hurt.

I need more ammunition
to throw the blame on Lance.

Danny, did you track down

the dealer Clara
bought the coke from?

Yeah. I just found out
he got busted,

and is being held at Rikers.

Can you get in to see him today?

I tried.
Uh, visiting hours are over.

Can you see him tomorrow?

I will be on the beach tomorrow.

And Clara's going to be
in prison for 15 years

if we don't dirty Lance up.

Fine.

I will change my flight.

But I hate you.
You know that, right?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Good.

♪ Oh, the weather outside
is frightful ♪

♪ But the fire is
so delightful... ♪

That snow is really
coming down out there.

I'm telling you.

And look at this. Fantastic.

Okay, I'm gonna get changed,

and then we are going
to decorate our tree.

Oh, take your time.

Where's the tree? I got an
email it arrived today.

Oh, it arrived. Wait here.

With all these cookies?

Mmm.
♪ Let it snow, let it snow

♪ Let it snow...

Close your eyes.

That's ominous.

What the...?

Oh.

So, I ordered a ten-inch tree
instead of a ten-foot tree.

Those pesky apostrophes.

Well, so much for
a perfect Christmas.

No, no, no. I promise you,

I will get you
an adult-sized tree.

♪ But as long
as you love me so ♪

Mmm.

♪ Let it snow,
let it snow, let it snow. ♪

I'm starting to think that this
blizzard isn't gonna miss us.

Ah. Such a

beautiful tree.

You know what else
will be beautiful?

If Danny can get us
something useful

from that drug dealer today.

Good morning, Mr. Palmer.
Pastor Reynolds.

I can't believe you came
all the way down to court today.

I'm not a
fair-weather pastor.

Hmm.
Am I gonna see you at
Midnight Mass tonight?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Do you go to church, Dr. Bull?

Well, it's complicated.

Is it?

Okay, Pastor Reynolds,

let's, uh...
let's go grab our seat.

We've got a full day

so let's get to it.

Defense may call

their first witness.

The defense calls
Clara Williams

to the stand,
Your Honor.

Your Honor, before
Ms. Williams takes the stand,

there's some evidence
I'd like to enter.

Your Honor, this
video is irrelevant

to the events on the
night that Dasha died.

We strongly object
to its inclusion.

If the defendant is
going to take the stand

and testify that she bought
drugs against her will,

her personal history of drug use
is entirely relevant.

I agree with A.D.A. Jones.

I'll allow it.

Your Honor.

I-I need some
time to prepare.

Defense assured the court

they'd have proceedings
wrapped up by tonight.

That's before counsel
sprung this video

on us at the
last minute.

I'll give you a brief recess
to prepare, Mr. Palmer.

You should have shared
that video before trial.

I am working well
within the lines.
That you keep redrawing.

If you hadn't pushed
to finish trial today,

you'd have plenty of time
to mitigate the fallout.

That was always
your problem, Rob.

You always got cocky
when you thought you were ahead.

Chester... I am ahead.

Oh, come on.
I'll give you an extra $200.

What do you mean
you can't deliver it today?

I'm not being a wise guy.

Oh.

Hey, Marissa,
do you have any connections

in the Christmas tree business?

Forget getting a tree.
You're not even gonna

make it home
for Christmas Eve.

What? Why not?

Find a window.

Oh.

The blizzard just struck
New York City head-on.

Roads are blocked.
Subways are down.

We're snowed in.

Ugh. There goes
my jury's Christmas spirit.

I have some bad news.
Due to the blizzard,

the mayor's office has issued

an emergency declaration
restricting all

non-essential travel.

The roads, the subway,

everything's shut down
until further notice.

I apologize for the trouble

that rushing this trial
has caused,

but since there's nowhere we can
go, we might as well proceed.

Clara, was that you who we saw

using cocaine on that video?
Yes.

Do you use cocaine regularly?

No. That was the first and
only time I've ever tried it.

Were you pressured
into using it?

I was pressured
into doing a lot of things

for my job, but not that.

I wanted
to try cocaine that night.

Why is that?

I guess I just

wanted to cut loose for once.

Growing up, I didn't get
to go to a lot of parties.

My family--
we didn't have a lot.

I mean, my dad--
he worked really hard,

but my mom passed away
when I was really young,

so it was just him, raising five
kids on a bus driver's salary.

And I had a job,
since I was 14, to help out.

And I knew that if I wanted
to go to college,

I was gonna have to work
way harder than everyone else.

So I spent every moment I had

studying or on the track.

Anyway,

that night, when I saw
everyone else doing it,

I thought...

maybe I could finally
have some fun, too.

Was it fun?

Not really.

And now, seeing
what's happened to Dasha,

I realize just how lucky I was
that there was no fentanyl

in the cocaine I tried.

Clara, why did you buy Dasha
that cocaine?

I didn't feel like
I had a choice.

I know that sounds crazy.
Of course I had a choice.

But my boss, Lance Thomas--
he told me

that he would fire me
if I didn't do it.

And were you worried about how
you would support yourself

if you lost your job?

Well, I made minimum wage, and I
live in New York City, so, yeah.

But it wasn't just
about the job for me.

This was my dream.

I wanted to represent athletes
more than anything.

I wanted to be a voice for them,
I wanted to protect them.

I didn't do everything
that I could to protect Dasha.

I never should have gotten her
that cocaine.

I'll regret the part I played
in Dasha's death

for the rest of my life.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Before Dasha's death,
were you aware

that people could overdose
from drugs?

Yes.

And have you seen the-the signs
around town-subways, busses--

that warn of the dangers
of fentanyl-laced drugs?

I have.

So is it fair to say
that you knew the risk,

and yet,
you still supplied Dasha

with the drugs that killed her?

Yes.

Nothing further.

Well, I'm sorry, Bull.
The jury is as red as...

I know I started it, but if you
use another Christmas metaphor,

I'm gonna lose the will to live.

That looks fabulous.

Did you find a bakery?
Nope.

Stayed up all night making it,
probably for nothing.

Don't think I'll make it
to the party now.

I'm sorry. At least
you're not snowed in at Rikers.

Listen,
I came all the way out here.

There's a freaking
blizzard outside,

so I couldn't leave
even if I wanted to.

Can you just let me speak
to him for a few minutes?

You should have called ahead.
I would have told ya.

No visitors are allowed
on Christmas Eve.

Well, this isn't a social call.

A young woman's life is
on the line.

Would it kill you
to make an exception?

No. But the paperwork might.

Sorry, no can do.

You see that suitcase
right there?

I'm supposed to be
on a flight

to Aruba right now.

I was supposed
to actually leave last night,

but I postponed my flight
to visit this inmate.

And I get that none of
that is your problem.

But I have had a rough
couple of months.

My mom had a stroke,
and she and I...

Well, it's never been easy.

But I-I took leave from work
to take care of her.

And when she recovered,
I said to myself,

"Let's take care of me.
Let's-let's

treat myself
to Christmas on the beach."

But it seems like I'm gonna be,
uh, spending it here at Rikers.

So if I'm gonna be stuck here,

I would at least
like it to mean something.

You done?

Yes.

My mom was a real piece
of work, too.

Can you make it quick
before the shift change?

Gone before you know it.
Thank you.

Aha.
You heard from Danny?

Not yet. Hey, you got any cash?

You hungry?

Yes. So's the jury.
The, uh...Oh.

The cafeteria's closed
for the holiday.

You can't sympathize
on an empty stomach, huh?

No.
Least we can do is feed them.

They're not gonna
make it home tonight.

I don't think that
there's enough junk food

in the world to turn
this jury around.

I know. We need to stall,
give Danny enough time

to figure some stuff out.

I don't think Judge Tahani's
gonna do us any favors.

Why don't you talk

to your old pal Rob and see
if he'll take a plea deal?

You-you want me to float
a plea deal as a stall tactic?

Well, he would do the same
to us, wouldn't he?

You summon me here to tell me
how the jurors ended up

with a stocking
full of snacks?

They don't know
who bought the snacks.

For all they know,
you bought the trail mix

and the cheese puffs.

I was counting on the fact
that no one can sympathize

on an empty stomach.

Eh. Oh, well, I'm still winning.

You don't stop, do you?

Look, I know I come on strong.

I've got a big personality, and
that's not to everyone's liking.

But at my core,

I'm just a kid from the sticks
looking to make good.

You came from the sticks, huh?

I grew up in a mobile home.

I'm the first in my family
to go to college.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, well, clearly,
I overcompensate.

So says my therapist.

Don't quote me on this,

but I can sympathize with Clara.

I mean, when you come
from nothing,

you will do anything
not to return to...

nothing.

I get that.

Cheese puff?

They're the perfect blend
of chemical and crunch.

What are you doing?

You have
a little something there.

The playing
field's only fair

when we both look our best.

So I'm glad that you can
sympathize with Clara

because I actually want to talk
about a plea deal.

See what, if anything,
is on the table.

A plea deal?Mm-hmm.

Well, if you're serious, I'll
run it up the ladder to the D.A.

I'd appreciate that.

Hey, um...

Would you ever be interested

in catching up
over a drink sometime?

I don't mean to imply
any quid pro quo with the plea.

You know what?
Don't answer that

until we're done
with all of this.

As I predicted,
the dealer won't rat out Lance

or his other customers.
What an upstanding guy.

But he swears up and down there
was no fentanyl in his supply.

I bet he does.

Why did you make me
come here today?

I don't have time for this.
Now I'm stuck here.

Excuse me a moment, sir.
I may need you

as a rebuttal witness.
I don't feel well.

I need to get out of here
as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, I'm on the phone.
Be right back.

Hi. Sir, sorry about
that. So, listen.

Bull? You there?

Yeah.

Well, the dealer claims
that he tests his stuff

because dead customers
aren't return customers.

Well, he's saying that so
he doesn't get prosecuted

for Dasha's death.

Maybe, but I had Taylor pull up
the arrest report.

His house was raided the night
Clara bought drugs from him,

and the coke the police
recovered had no fentanyl.

So the fentanyl was added
after Clara bought it?

Maybe Dasha juiced up
her own coke.

Athletes can get hooked
on fentanyl patches.

After they're injured.

Did Dasha have an injury?

I don't know.

But there was someone else in
that room that night who did.

Danny, you may have just
delivered a Christmas miracle.

Are both parties ready
to give their closing arguments?

Actually, Your Honor, we have
entered into plea negotiations,

and the D.A. has authorized me
to make an offer.

Your Honor, the defense is
no longer interested in a plea.

You're not?
We'd like to enter into evidence

this police report,
and we'd like

to recall one
of the prosecution's witnesses.

Ms. Kiernan, when you were
recovering from your hip injury,

were you prescribed fentanyl?

No. I don't think so.

I would like to remind you
that you're under oath.

I'd also like to inform you

that all fentanyl prescriptions
are registered

with the New York
Prescription Monitoring System.

I wasn't able
to get access to the system.

I'm not sure
Jade's in the database.

Then it's a good thing
Jade doesn't know that.

I was prescribed painkillers.

I guess
they could've been fentanyl.

And that's how you became
addicted to fentanyl?

Objection. Speculation.

I'll allow it.
Please answer the question.

I'm not addicted to fentanyl.

Feeling okay, Ms. Kiernan?

I think I'm coming down
with something.

Well, you seemed
okay yesterday.

But you have been stuck in court
for quite some time.

Mm, we all have.

Did you know that fentanyl
withdrawal sets in

after about eight hours,
roughly the amount of time

that you've been here?

Objection! Badgering.

Sustained.

Take it easy, Mr. Palmer.

Bring it home
for the holidays, Chunk.

Ms. Kiernan,

are you aware the police raided
the home of the dealer

who sold Clara the cocaine
shortly after she purchased it?

No.

Could you read for me

the highlighted line
on this police report?

"Field test fentanyl--
negative."

I can't help wondering.

If there was no fentanyl in the
cocaine that Clara purchased,

how did it get into the cocaine
that Dasha ingested?

I have no idea.

You testified yesterday

that you were with Dasha

when Clara dropped off
the cocaine, isn't that right?

Yes.

Did you cut Dasha's cocaine
with fentanyl

to get a better high?
Objection!

This is gross speculation.
Overruled.

Please answer the question,
Ms. Kiernan.

No. I wouldn't do that.

Dasha's dead because of you,
isn't she?

Objection!

Your Honor, this is outrageous.
I withdraw, Your Honor.

Do you think that the jury
will believe Jade's responsible?

I have no idea.

Let us pray.

Lord, we come to You
with humility.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On a night
in Bethlehem,

with faith
as their only source of warmth,

Your star as their guide...

We, the jury, on the charge

of misdemeanor possession
of a controlled substance,

find the defendant,
Clara Williams, guilty.

You sent them a son,

and with that,
You gave us all redemption.

On the charge
of negligent manslaughter...

...we find the defendant

not guilty.

This trial is concluded.

We thank the jury
for your service.

Court is adjourned.

Unto your Holiness, we say,

amen.

Amen.
Amen.

The possession charge carries
about a year in prison,

but we're gonna aim
for probation in sentencing.

No matter what, it's better than
15 years in prison. Thank you.

Looks like it let up.

Yeah. Huh. No buses, but

the subways are running.

Nice job in there.
Thanks. You, too.

Oh. Here comes your nemesis.

I'm gonna jingle-jangle
on out of here.

See you later.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Cheap tricks on
Christmas Eve?

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

I don't know what
you're talking about, Rob.

You were just stalling for time
with that plea deal. Total BS.

Are you mad because
you stuck your neck out

and asked the D.A.
for a plea deal?

Or are you mad because
you stuck your neck out

and asked me for a drink?

Little of both if
I'm being honest.

Well, if I'm being honest,
the answer was gonna be "yes."

I'll see you later, Rob.
Chester?

What about right now?

My party is
four blocks away.

I should be able
to walk that, right?
Totally.

Don't tell Bull but
I'm gonna sleep on his couch,

brave the snow
in the morning.

You sure you're gonna be
okay here? Alone?

Yes. I'll be fine. Go
meet your archeologist.

Hope he's a... real find.

♪

Still trying
to make it to Aruba?

At this point, I would just
settle for getting home.

Well, get in.
You're making that flight.

Let's roll!

I have two forks.

I'll share mine
if you share yours.

Snow too deep to walk?

Never made it outside.

Realized I'd rather spend
Christmas Eve with family

than some random guy.

Even an archeologist?

Just think of the dirt.

Here.

Thanks.

I hope it isn't
too sweet.

I meant thanks for...
coming back.

I know.

Ooh.Let's check this out.

Ah...

Ho, ho, ho!

You made it.
Why are you all wet?

Because I walked 40 blocks.

Aren't the subways back running?

You can't get one
of these on the subway.

♪ O Christmas tree...

That's...

The last tree on the lot,
no judgment.

I am not judging.
You got us a tree.

I know it's a little...

It's perfect.
Oh.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

All right, let's
decorate this guy.

Astrid, Daddy got a tree.

♪ Your branches.

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