NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Blue Christmas - full transcript

♪ Dirty ♪

♪ Boyz ♪

♪ Ho, ho, ho, ho ♪

♪ What you want for Christmas? ♪

♪ What you want, huh? ♪

♪ What you want for Christmas? ♪

♪ What you want, boy? ♪

♪ All I want for Christmas ♪

♪ Is to get it crunk ♪

♪ All I want
for Christmas is to ♪

♪ Get it, get it crunk ♪



♪ What you want for Christmas? ♪

♪ What you want, huh? ♪

♪ What you want for Christmas ♪

♪ What you want, boy? ♪

♪ All I want for Christmas ♪

♪ Is to get it crunk,
is to get it crunk ♪

♪ Get it, get it crunk ♪

♪ All I want for Christmas ♪

♪ 24s or better, y'all ♪

♪ A T-Mobile Sidekick ♪

♪ My own Gucci sweater, dawg ♪

♪ And I want some soldieries,
a mouth full of tooth ♪

♪ And a fresh black T... ♪

(whimpering)



♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x11 ♪
Blue Christmas
Original Air Date on December 15, 2015

Shh.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

(phone rings, beeps)

Oh, 9:29--
you're a minute early.

If you're early, you're on time.
If you're on time...

You're late.

Whoever taught you that
must have been very wise.

Yeah, she's a'ight.

So state your purpose.

Um, going to Brandon's
for a little Halo marathon,

sleep over if that's
cool with you?

Well, if it's cool
with his parental units,

it's fine with this one.

MAN:
Yo, Drizz, get off the phone!

Let's go, man!

Who's that?
Uh...

just a friend from school.

Just text me
when you get to Brandon's.

All right, Drizz?

All right. Good night, Doc.

Night, Danny.
(phone beeps)

(sighs)

Why are we still here?

Look, man, I been meaning
to tell you something.

City champs.

Smash Bros,
remember?

Tell each other anything.

Yeah, a'ight.

That little pencil mustache

you've been growing
since the fifth grade...

(engine starts)

...I say we go get a razor,

take care of it before
you embarrass us some more.

Man, shut up.

(laughs) All right, let's go.

Think, uh, it'd be a good idea
if we went over the rules again

for our newbie here, King.

Um, this is not
my first rodeo, cowboy.

I know how to play
Secret Santa.

Not NCIS New Orleans
style, you don't.

I learned last year,
they take things

very seriously
around here.

Rules are simple.

Keep presents under 20 bucks.

And in accordance
with the Napoleonic Code

in the state of Louisiana,

under no circumstances
are you to tell anyone

who you picked
until after the gift exchange.

Okay.
(door opens)

(laughs)
PRIDE: Just in time, Loretta!

Dwayne,
the place looks great.

You ready
for your grand opening?

I'm ready as soon as they fix
the potholes out front.

(laughter) Ooh, I feel sorry
for whoever picks me,

because last year,
I got an antique

sternum cutter
from Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN:
Uh-huh.

Hard to top that.

Yeah, it was eBay, you know?

All right, Sonja, here you go.

All right.

(phone beeping)

PRIDE:
Party's over.

Home invasion, homicide.

Federal City, Navy housing.

Time to work.

Victim's name is
Shelley Freeman.

They shot her point-blank range,

execution style.

(camera clicking)

There's no exit wound
to speak of.

Suggests a small
caliber round.

Looks like our perp
mixed business with pleasure.

More likely perps.

So why kill her?

Maybe she saw something
that she shouldn't have.

Christopher,

dust and check
out prints,

and see if we can
find any traces...

Afraid you won't find much.

Secured the scene-- lot's
missing, little left behind.

And you are?

MA-1 Brown. I called it in.

Canvass the neighborhood
for witnesses?

Would have, if any were around.

Everybody's out celebrating
at Festival of Bonfires.

Left the neighborhood
empty.

You know, I used to think
I wanted a fancy spot like this.

Grass is always greener, huh?

SONJA:
Pride.

You got to see this.

Looks like someone melted
their way through the locks

and gained entry.

Get it to Sebastian.

MAN: I went to the officers'
club for a wetting-down.

Buddy was getting promoted.

(sighs)

Should have just stayed home.

Dad, there was nothing
you could have done.

We been married a short time.

She was everything.

Sofia, you said
you took off around 8:00.

See anything out of the ordinary

when you left the house?

No.

She was in the kitchen.

I went to the bonfires.

It's not fair.

Not again.

(sniffles)

Her mom passed away
when she was six.

Commander.

Everything right now
suggests that your wife

was the victim
of a botched home invasion.

Yeah.

I oversee a team
of Intel specialists

for the Navy's
Information Dominance Corps.

My laptop's gone.

Sensitive files on it?

All right,
if this was about that...

Rob the commander's house,

make off with a computer
full of sensitive material.

Looks like more than
a home invasion gone wrong.

Could be espionage.

(computer beeping)

What do you
got, Sebastian?

I got the Freemans'
front door lock.

Uh, I can tell you
what turned it into

a Salvador Dali sculpture.
It was acid.

Uh, I figure out
the particular formula,

I might be able to trace it back
to the manufacturer.

I'm actually really close
to cracking it.

Check out this algorithm I made.

Oh. That's... no,
that's the wrong 'rithm.

One second.
SONJA: Ooh!

Sebastian.
No, that's... I can explain.

Okay?
You naughty little elf.

I'm not being naughty;
I'm just using

a scientific method
to figure out my Secret Santa,

so that I can then
send them e-mails

anonymously with
great gift ideas.

(scoffs)

Sorry to interrupt
your forecast Sebastian,

but Patton Claus
comes bearing gifts.

The Navy installed
location software

into the commander's computer.

I managed to remotely access
his laptop,

get his GPS signals, and...

Looks like it's on the move.

That's kind of like
that app you can get

where NORAD tracks Santa's
sleigh on Christmas Eve.

You ever get that?

He's headed down St. Claude Ave.

Brody, with me.
Patton, alert NOPD.

Have them meet us en route.

(siren wailing)

PRIDE: We have eyes on suspect,
eastbound on St. Claude.

Approaching Center Street.

(tires screech)

Show me your hands!
Keep your hands up!

Hey, I didn't
do anything, man.

I didn't do anything!

Come on!

Got the goods.
Get him up.

OFFICER:
Come on, on your feet.

(grunts)

Danny?

What the hell is
going on, Danny?

You got stolen goods

in the back of your car
connected to a murder.

I don't know what to say.

Start with the truth.

W-Well, the truth is,
I don't know how it got there.

Come on.

Pride, I'm telling you.

I-I was driving around friends
all night.

I'm the only one with a car.
Okay.

So someone else left
the backpack in your car. Who?

I don't know.

I don't.

Everyone who you were
driving around last night--

gonna need names
and phone numbers.

Then can I go?

Protocol says
I got to take you in.

Just till we
sort things out.

And he's doing all right?

Considering the
circumstances.

And he doesn't know
who put the backpack in his car?

Gave us a list of all the people
he drove last night.

We're running down the names.
And the backpack?

Sebastian's got it,
checking for prints.

(scoffs)

Dwayne, Danny's no spy.

Case is going back to a
robbery-homicide investigation.

Dwayne, I know Danny's been
in a bit of trouble, but...

I know. He's a good kid.

Where the hell are my damn keys?

Hey, hey, hey.

Just take a breath.

Let me look.

Here we go.

I'll drive.

Tell Dad Merry Christmas,
I love him.

I am... I'm hanging up now, Mom.

LASALLE:
Look alive!

Visitor on deck.

Meredith Brody,
meet Dinah Clark, NOPD.

Old friend of me and Pride.

Friend's a strong word,
Christopher.

I always liked King.
I tolerated him.

I know what you mean.
Nice meeting you.

You, too. I've been
working with them

on joint investigations ever
since they opened the office.

I got a few robberies, and
I think there's something

that might be connected
to yours: melted locks.

Same acid that was used to
break into the Freemans'

was used in three
other break-ins.

Except this is the first time
they went and killed somebody.

Well, I sent you the files.

I'll pull that up.

That was taken from
a neighborhood watch

surveillance cam
in Fed City.

We are looking for a crew.

Four knuckleheads, altogether.

Wordy Nerdy
worked his ballistics magic,

got a hit on NIBIN.

Killer's gun,
Smith & Wesson .22,

was registered
to Ronnie Doyle,

pawn shop owner.

Discharged it last year
to stop a robbery attempt.

How'd that gun get into
the hands of our killer?

Did Doyle sell it?

Well, he didn't submit
a 4473 to ATF, so...

Hey, girl, I'm Sonja Percy,
by the way.

Clark, NOPD.
Cool.

Let's pay a visit
to that store.

Y'all don't mind if
I tag along, do you?

SONJA:
Sure.

Don't worry about me.

Go ahead. You ladies have fun.

CJ know about all this?

No.

Let's hope he
doesn't have to.

You're gonna be fine.

They, uh,
figure anything out yet?

Last thing I heard, they were
looking at your list of names.

Who was on it?

I know Brandon; he's
not the criminal type.

Wasn't Brandon.

Friends from your
old neighborhood?

You weren't playing video games
with Brandon last night?

I was at a party.

But before you say anything,

I wasn't drinking. I was
the designated driver, so...

So there was alcohol
at the party.

But... I thought I was
doing the right thing.

I thought not drinking
was supposed to keep me

out of trouble.
You lied to me.

Well, I know you don't
like my friends.

Well, I have reason not to.

They're my friends.

You better tell me
what happened last night

and who the hell you were with!

I see how it is.

Once a gangster,
always a gangster, right?

Don't you ever
play that card with me.

I will come back later...

when you stop
feeling sorry for yourself.

Thanks.

You Ronnie?

Who's asking?

NOPD.

NCIS.

We're interested
in a Smith & Wesson .22.

No, it was used
in a murder last night.

It's the same one you discharged
in the store here last year.

Uh...

Listen, Ronnie,

you've got a couple of options.

Number one, you think real hard
about who you sold that gun to,

or...

Or I can take you down
to the station right now

and book you
on a felony charge

for illegal sale of a firearm.

Okay.

Uh, let me think.

He was black.

Six feet or so, slender.

Had a sweatshirt on

with a lion's head.

Just like Danny's hoodie.

(phone chimes)

Sebastian got a hit on
the fingerprint on the backpack.

It's not good.

Danny...

...explain something to me.

You didn't know
the backpack was in your car...

...how are your prints on it?

I don't know.

Maybe you can tell me, then...

why the guy
who purchased the murder weapon

matches your description
and was wearing your hoodie.

NOPD is about to come in here
and press formal charges.

You didn't tell me that.

Just found out
about it myself.

I bought all the time I could.

Now, I know you, son.

I know you got a good heart.

And I believe you had
nothing to do with this,

but there's something
you're not saying.

Come on, Danny.

Hey.

I'm the best chance you got.

(sighs)

If I tell you...

Stop.

Don't say another word.

Loretta?

I'm sorry, Dwayne.

But Danny's not saying another
word until he sees a lawyer.

What are you doing, Loretta?

You get him a lawyer,
I can't talk to him.

I'm trying to help him.
So am I.

He's a young black
man with a record.

He talks,
they will use it against him.

Well, who would you rather have
take his statement? Someone...

That's my son in there!

And he will not say

another word
until he gets a lawyer.

CLARK:
King.

Wish I could say
I was here

to catch up on old times,
but... I got to take him in.

OFFICER:
Let's go.

(handcuffs clicking)

Doc.

I'm right behind you.

LASALLE:
I been fishing with Danny.

He let a trophy bass go 'cause
he didn't want to see it suffer.

He's no killer.
I'm not saying he is.

I'm saying he may have had
his hands in the burglaries.

He's got grand theft,

possession with intent
to distribute...

PRIDE:
He was 15,

working for
his drug-dealing dad.

Tough upbringing doesn't
make a career criminal.

Now, we got 24 hours

until Danny's brought
before a magistrate.

Let's stay focused
on what we do know.

All right, we're looking for
a crew of four

in these burglaries.

Even if Danny
is one of 'em...

Still three out there.
PRIDE: Find 'em,

we'll get to the truth.

Triple P got some of

his own truth
to drop on y'all.

I dumped Danny's phone records.

You'll never guess who he called
on the day of the break-in.

Residence of

none other than
Master-at-Arms First Class

Daryl Brown.

LASALLE:
So our first responder

had a conversation that day
with our only suspect.

Master-at-Arm
patrols the neighborhood,

knows the coming and going
of the homeowners.

He's the perfect lookout.

Hey.

Brought you a cup of my mother's
famous unpasteurized eggnog.

Of course, there's
still a chance of

bacterial contamination,

but there's enough
rum in there to...

counteract it.

Ooh.

You okay?

I assume you have
something else to share

besides the eggnog.

(clears throat)

But you're afraid it might
implicate Danny in some way?

I don't know. You know?

B-But if it does,
then what am I...

Sebastian, the best way
for us to help him now

is to learn everything
about what happened.

So what have you found?

All right, well, I broke
down the chemical makeup

of the acid used on the locks
in all the break-ins.

Uh, barium sulfate,

sulfuric acid
and ammonium.

Etch solution?

Yeah, mainly used by graffiti
artists to tag glass windows,

but also by gang members
to mark their territory.

And melting locks, in this case.

You tell Pride?

Sebastian, forensic evidence
can be used just as often

to exonerate
as it is to incriminate.

Well, at least you have
something you can be doing.

I, on the other hand,
can only hurry up and wait.

Can I give you a hug?

I'd like that.

Look at the log.

5:42 p.m.

I was responding to a noise
complaint on Lafayette.

Can't be in two
places at once.

I wasn't the one
talking to that kid.

Well, the call lasted
over five minutes,

so someone was on the line.

Someone else was here.

My son.

Alonzo.

Would've been home
from school.

Does your son know
Danny Malloy?

I don't know.

Alonzo spent his childhood
with his grandma

while I was at sea.

Tours across the WESTPAC.

(sighs)
Grandma passed, I came home.

Been doing the single
parent thing ever since.

Work nights,
sleep days.

I'm not proud of it.
I'm doing the best I can.

Then I take it you didn't know
where your son was

the night of
Shelly Freeman's murder.

I see what this is.

You're trying
to put this on him?

Look, he's had run-ins
with the law,

but what you're accusing him of,
not my boy.

Listen,

raising a kid on your own
isn't easy.

We're just trying
to make sense of it all.

With your permission,
we'd like to see his room.

♪ ♪

Brody.

Alonzo's into
graffiti acid.

Same stuff Sebastian said

was used to burn through
those locks.

Where's your son now?

At school.

At least, I think he is.

Copy that. We'll scoop him up
and bring him back to base.

(school bell rings)
Pride spoke with the principal.

Apparently, we can find
Alonzo volunteering

at the Navy Charity
Club's gift drive.

Aw. Ain't that sweet?
Criminal with a heart of gold.

Little birdie may have told me
who your Secret Santa is.

So have you thought
any further

about what you're gonna
get boss man?

Matter of fact, I have.

Pulled a couple strings.

Got Pride a complimentary
cooking lesson

with Emeril Lagasse. Bam!

Uh, I don't know that
that's such a great idea.

Lasalle told me
about this incident

at the 2008 gumbo cook-off.

Just saying.

You messing with me?

It's your career.

Damn it.

I am suddenly feeling awkward,
gawky and gangly all over again.

SONJA:
Three o'clock.

Hey. I'm looking for Alonzo.
You seen him around?

Question's: why haven't
I seen you around?

I look like I go here?

NCIS federal agents.

Looking for Alonzo, ma'am?
Yes.

Don't think he's here today.
At least, I haven't seen him.

That is a nice broach, sweetie.
Where'd you get it?

Oh. It's my birthday.
Zo gave it to me as a present.

Isn't it, like, so beautiful?

Breathtaking.

BRODY and SONJA:
I got him!

NCIS! Stop!

(alarm ringing,
students clamoring)

(alarm continues ringing)

NOPD's got a BOLO out on Alonzo.

What we know about the kid
so far: new to the school,

issues with authority,
trouble making friends.

What do you got there?
Clocked the victim's broach

on a girl from
the NCC club.

Went through the rest
of the students' things.

We found a crap load
of loot taken from

our string of break-ins.

BRODY:
Christmas and birthday presents

gifted from none other
than our fugitive, Alonzo.

So new kid at school
starts robbing homes

to buy himself friends?

Well, Alonzo's rap sheet says
that's not as far-fetched

as you might think.

The kid's got petty theft,

trespassing, tagging.

Basically called juvie
his second home.

Is that where he met Danny?

LASALLE: Go back
further than that.

The two of them grew up
in the same neighborhood,

played on the same baseball team
since they were kids.

SONJA: And seeing how
Danny's been making

an awful lot of calls to
the Brown residence lately,

they're still close.

Looks like Danny's past

is starting to rear
its ugly head.

Not so fast.

Pawn shop owner said

the kid he sold the gun to
was wearing a lion hoodie.

Assumed it was Danny.

But maybe his old pal Alonzo
shares his team spirit,

has the same one.

And it wouldn't be
the first time

an eyewitness
wrongly I.D.'d a perp.

So Alonzo got the gun.

He had the acid
to break through those locks.

And based on the bling we got
from the school, the goods, too.

Looks like we found
our ringleader, but where is he?

We better find out fast.

Y'all coordinate with NOPD.

Look for him and
his accomplices.

Canvass Alonzo's
new and old haunts.

I got a call to make.

He's gonna be charged
with the murder.

Dinah.

I'm asking you as a friend

to hold off taking Danny
before the magistrate.

I'm close on something.

I never met a man better judge
of character than you, King,

but... but I think
you're too close on this one.

Or maybe you are.

Bull Costigan,
Danny's dad.

Memory serves me,
a few years back,

he nearly killed your partner,
right?

Cold-blooded.

Dad like that,
make a monster out of anybody.

Kid's not his father.

And I'd stake my reputation,
everything I got,

that he didn't do this.

What if I can get him
to talk?

If he gives us something,

something solid
we can move on,

I will go back to the D.A.

That's all I'm asking.

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

(door buzzes, opens)

(chuckles)

I spoke to your lawyer, Danny.

He reviewed the charges,

says they're harsh...
but he has a case.

I used to visit my dad in here
when I was a kid.

I remember this

ugly-ass orange jumper
he had on him.

I promised myself
I'd never end up in one.

Now look at me.

Like father like son.

You're nothing like him.

You think you know me?

Hmm? I'm like your...
your little project.

Adopt the street kid,

bring him home, fix him up.

I brought you and CJ
into my home

because I wanted to be
part of your lives.

I can't figure you out, Doc.

One second, you're yelling at me
and treating me like I'm guilty,

and then the next,
you're getting me a lawyer

and you're defending me.

But what really
gets me...

how come you never asked?

Asked you what?

If I did it.

Because I know you didn't.

But...

if you have something
to tell me,

now would be the time.

(gate buzzes)

MAN: Ma'am.
WADE: Thank you.

How's he doing?

Tired, scared,
staying strong.

He's a tough kid.

Ain't that the truth.

We got a potential suspect.

But he's a ghost.

Alonzo Brown.

Childhood friend
of Danny's.

Dwayne, I want
to apologize for earlier.

You don't need to
apologize, Loretta.

No. I...

I just want you to know, it's
not that I didn't trust you.

When you're backed up
to a corner,

you're accused of something
you didn't do,

walls go up.

I'm speaking from experience.

Figured if I came at him
too hard, he'd shut me out.

Yeah, but if you give him
support without question...

He'll talk.

He's ready, Dwayne.

But I need assurances.

I got it.

DANNY:
I wasn't completely

straight with you guys
about who I was with that night.

Zo was in my car,

and I was giving him
a ride to a party.

When we got there,
he gave me his bag

and asked me to put
it on the seat.

I swear, I had no idea
what was in there.

You didn't check it?
Why would I?

My friend.

Me and Zo, we go way back.

Looked out for each other
when no one else would.

Best way to look out
for Alonzo now,

help us find him.

WADE:
Go on, Danny.

It's all right.

(sighs)

There's a spot we used to go to
when we were kids--

our sanctuary, a place
nobody could get to us.

Claiborne and Forstall.

The abandoned church
with the red-patched doors.

(gunshot)

NCIS.

Federal agents.

(woman crying)

(woman continues crying)

(crying quietly)

Sofia?

Put down the gun... now.

Easy.

He... he was going to kill me.

He was gonna kill me.

(man groaning)

(panting)

PRIDE:
Chris!

Alonzo?

Alonzo. Hey, man.

Call for help.

I'm on it.

PRIDE: Just keep breathing,
nice and easy.

It's gonna be all right.

We got help
coming to you.

Help's on the way.

Alonzo-- is he...
is he gonna be okay?

Well, he's in surgery now.

They're doing
everything they can.

I... I didn't
mean to hurt him.

(crying): But he came at me,
and we fought over the gun.

And it went off. I swear, I...
Look, okay. Just slow down.

Slow down, take a breath.

(breathes slowly)

Let's start at the top.

Tell me what you were doing
out there today with him.

I couldn't take
the guilt anymore.

I told him to turn himself in,
or I was gonna come clean.

Come clean? About what?

About everything.

Burglaries in Federal City.

You were a part of them?

It started out as a dare.

Zo was, like, the new, cool kid

at school, and he challenged
a couple seniors from NCC

to do a break-in
with him.

I went along with it.

The older kids were doing it,
and-and I didn't want to be

a goody-goody,
you know?

And then we got away with it.

You did another
and another,

and it took on
a life of its own.

Dad, we were just being stupid.

Until Shelly was...

(sighs)

I'm so sorry.

(crying)

You need to tell me everything.

About what happened
at your house that night.

Um... it was Zo's idea.

(sniffling)

I didn't want to do it,
but I was scared to say no.

BOY:
And he had

this power over us.

Whatever Zo said, we did.

We got there
around 9:00.

Sofia didn't want
to use her key,

because she was afraid
it could lead back to her.

Zo used the acid to get in.

Her stepmom
shouldn't have been home.

But she was...

and it got out of hand.

She was gonna call the cops,
so Zo tied her up.

We took the stuff

and got out of there, but when
we got back to the church,

Zo started freaking out.

Saying that his mask fell off.

That she saw him.

We tried to stop him,

but he went back.

He killed her.

(gate buzzes)

Sorry.

Come here.

They've dropped all charges.

Still, I sh-shouldn't
have lied to you

about what I was doing
that night.

It was stupid.

You can tell me things.

Thank you, Doc.

What do you say we
just go on home now?

Doc?

Alonzo-- is he gonna make it?

Oh, they're still trying to
stop the internal bleeding

from the gunshot wound.

But if he pulls through,

all his friends are all
pointing the finger at him.

Someone's got to take
the fall, right?

Danny, he may be your friend,
but he's involved in this.

Involved maybe, but...

I'm telling you,
he's not the killer.

They have a
time line now.

9:30, Alonzo went
back to the house,

which aligns with the
victim's time of death.

It's not possible.
Why is that?

'Cause Zo was in my car at 9:30
on the way to that party.

Oh, you have anybody who
can corroborate that?

Yeah.

You. What time's
our nightly check-in?

9:30.

ALONZO (over phone):
Yo, Drizz, get off the phone!

Let's go, man!

And I heard you talking

to someone who
called you Drizz.

Yes.

If he didn't pull
the trigger, who did?

(phone beeps)

Sofia...

the fight with Alonzo--

you said, uh...

it was like a
tug-of-war over the gun.

That it went off
up close and personal.

If it had...

then we should have found
gunshot residue on him...

...but we didn't.

Well, I... I don't know.

It all happened so fast.
I don't exact...

What the hell is this about?
She's been through...

A lot. I know, I know.

Given the circumstances,

I can understand
how Sofia might...

get confused.

All right, Sofia,
let's take it back.

The night of the
break-in, did you ever...

...try to help Shelly?

I... I begged Alonzo
to let her go,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

That'd be hard,
seeing her like that.

It was awful.

I can imagine.

Especially with all
you've been through.

Dad...

falls for Shelly...

and... before you know it,
a couple months go by,

and she's moving in.

Well, yeah, but...

we had figured it out.

Agent Pride,
where is this going?

We were in a really good place.

You mean, after what happened
at Casamento's?

After you chucked a water glass
at Shelly's head?

According to her
former school,

your daughter has a history
of using physical

and verbal threats
to get what she wants.

I know people like you, Sofia.

Kind and sympathetic
on the surface.

But a whole lot of darkness
underneath.

I went back,

and I talked
to Jake and Beth.

You coached them
on what to say.

They weren't afraid of Alonzo.

They were afraid of you.

And you shot Alonzo

'cause you were afraid that if
we found him and brought him in,

he'd come clean,
tell us the truth.

I don't want to talk anymore.

Oh, my God.

She orchestrated the
whole thing, Commander.

She's the one who wanted to go
back to your house and break in.

Made it look like your wife was
the victim of a random crime.

You blamed her for coming
between you and your father,

and you killed her for it.

It was her fault.

I told her to stay away.

(sniffling)

She should have listened.

♪ ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way... ♪
Hmm.

That's funny.
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

Hmm.
♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun
it is to ride... ♪

Danny!

You made it!

It's Christmas Eve, man.
(chuckles)

Look at you.
You look beautiful.

♪ Dashing through the snow... ♪

Are you okay?

I am now.

♪ O'er the fields we go... ♪

SEBASTIAN: Sorry, guys.
Is it cool? Can I open this?

It's just, the suspense
is really killing me.

(laughter)

Oh, no way!

The Nano-Drago-Drone!

LASALLE: Whoa.
(laughs) Hey, CJ?

See if there's a present under
the tree with Loretta's name

on it, would you?

Thank you.

Not ticking. Good!

(laughs)

Oh. I remember this.

You took this when I
first signed the papers.

Day we became a family.

Thank you.

(chuckles):
Anybody heard from Sonja?

Think she might have
drawn your name, Pride,

because last I spoke with her,
she was feeling the pressure.

Yeah, she may have even
cracked under it.

I admit...

I was feeling the stress,

but then, I realized,

the best gifts
are from the heart.

So this is for you, King.

Oh. This is gonna be good.

♪ Have yourself ♪

♪ A merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Let your heart be light... ♪

Didn't see this coming.

Girl can sing.

♪ From now on ♪

♪ Your troubles
will be out of sight ♪

(piano playing along)

♪ Have yourself ♪

♪ A merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Make the Yuletide gay ♪

♪ From now on ♪

♪ Your troubles
will be miles away... ♪

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ As in olden days ♪

♪ Happy golden days of yore ♪

♪ Faithful friends
who are dear to us ♪

Hmm.
♪ Gather near to us ♪

♪ Once more... ♪

(chuckles)

Roll Tide.

♪ Through the years
we all will be together ♪

♪ If the fates allow, so... ♪

Laurel, haven't been
late in 20 years.

Not about to start now.

Reveillon at Commander's.

Usual table. Yeah.

See you soon, baby.

♪ So have yourself ♪

♪ A merry little Christmas ♪

♪ So have yourself
a merry little Christmas ♪

♪ So have yourself ♪

♪ A merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Now. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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