'Best বড়দিন Ever' Recap 

Ah, Christmas vacation. A time for coming home and coming out—be you recently gay, freshly sororitized, or no longer a biology major because you decided vocal performance was actually your passion. Plenty of big life developments can happen over those three short months of the fall semester in those secluded, idyllic college towns, where the only thing that doesn’t change with the seasons is the Burger King that’s open till 4 a.m.

But rarely do students return to their childhood homes with a conscience that sags heavy with the weight of a full-grown man-corpse. Such loaded consciences are weighing down the members of Murder, Inc., who have the distinct displeasure of hiding a homicidal secret while facing their inquisitive families with a bloodlust for their well-being.

Connor returned to his family home in Grand Rapids, Michigan, which was previously owned by the family from

. It’s a very large family that enjoys chunky sweaters and baked brie, as was on full display at their annual cozy Christmas party. Connor’s sister—who is his sister and

his mom, contrary to my recap notes—has brought him a possible new love interest, but he uncomfortably refuses, claiming, “I’m just trying to be good.” He then confesses that he has a boyfriend, but doesn’t want his sister to make a big deal of it.

have a boyfriend. When Connor gets back to campus, Oliver is kindly agreeing to spend time with him, but the hottest IT guy this side of Scranton is still peeved about… well, everything. “We’re not dating,” Oliver insists, tossing aside the knit hat that Grandmother Walsh has so lovingly knitted for someone on

. Oliver is upset about Connor’s cheating, yes, but he’s more hung up on the drug problem, which Connor has to continue lying about, much to his exasperation. But savvy Connor uses it to his advantage and flirts away the trouble: “If you kick me out right now, I can’t guarantee I’m not going to go straight to a dealer.” And lo, they cuddle.

Oliver demands more than a temporary solution, though. “I

than like you! You know the way that you can’t do drugs? That’s how you are for me.” He’s pouring his guts out to Connor, which is a nice change of pace from helping him hack into illegal files. Poor Oliver hates slow Internet speeds and people who accidentally reply all, but the thing he hates most of all is how much he loves Connor. “I don’t trust anyone in my life right now except you,” Connor coos. “So don’t make me go, please.” And maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for them to become Coliver once more.

Connor’s also turning on his cohorts in Murder, Inc., just a little bit. He’s still bitter that Laurel and Wes sold out him and Michaela, and he’s very untrusting that they’re not about to do it again. “For all we know, they’re still playing us,” he fumes. But the arrival of Sam’s sister Hannah (played by the ferocious Marcia Gay Harden in a dynamite display of Ann Taylor Loft) will likely be the outside threat that forces the group together in a dire time. Like the entire month of January.

What did Laurel get for Christmas? A big pair of cajones, apparently, since Laurel is now a walking sass machine capable of lobbing scoffs and side-eye with the grace of a smack-talking Kerri Strug. At her family’s extravagant Florida mansion, Laurel is the odd man out of a family that looks like the Malfoys relocated to Miami. The Castillos are uninterested in what Laurel seems to be doing up in Philadelphia, but a few glasses of red wine give her the courage to mouth off to her parents, who have never expressed remote interest in her life. She’s channeling her Sam Keating Guilt into nerve, which she’s using brilliantly to shame her rich family. Give me more post-murder Laurel!

Back on campus, she’s also the only member of Murder, Inc. to demonstrate friendliness toward her fellow murderers. “Unless we all start talking, we are all going to fall apart and that is exactly how we’re gong to end up in jail,” she stresses to Connor, Michaela, and Wes, who have completely shied away from one another ever since returning to campus. And when Laurel says “I actually missed you guys,” she proves that she’s the sweetest member of the group—a character trait I didn’t pick up on until just now, but totally love.

She’s also as thorough as ever, trying to extract information from Frank about the threat of Sam’s sister (more on miss Marcia Gay later) and the possible DNA evidence in Connor’s car. When the forensically deflowered SUV is suddenly stolen, Laurel is keen to know that Frank had it obliterated,

that he’s had the good sense to keep close company with Asher in order to keep an eye on the loose, collar-popped cannon. Her admiration for Frank’s dirty work might even be turning her on, which is bad news beard since she just rekindled things with Kan.

Oh, and what about Frank’s remark to Annalise that he can “take care of” that thorny Hannah Keating? The mystery of Frank being a possible hitman/possible gangster/possible parolee/possible Rudy

Things aren’t looking good for the future Mrs. Aiden Walker. I mean, things are actually looking

good because Michaela stuns in a red dress at a cocktail party, with hair by Jackie O and body by Naomi Campbell. But things are looking utterly horrible for Michaela’s fragile psyche, which was rocked by the murder, and the lost ring, and the pre-nup, and the j/k-I-signed-the-pre-nup, and the paranoia that every time Aiden shares a laugh with a guy he’s also secretly Butterfingering his BBs in a back alley.

A drunk Michaela approaches Aiden about said gay suspicions, and it’s the last straw for the exasperated fiance. “I think we should postpone the wedding,” says Aiden, and it’s clear that Michaela is desperate for this wedding to happen because it’s the only thing keeping her remotely sane and tied to a life that doesn’t involve orange jumpsuits and Uzo Aduba. But Aiden walks away, and Michaela is so desperate to keep up the ruse that she even buys herself a fake new engagement ring. (Also, does anyone know when Michaela’s wedding was actually supposed to be? Sometimes it feels like it’s months away and other times as if it’s supposed to happen, like, tomorrow.)

If Michaela is going crazy, Wes is going even crazier—a classic Anna-Hans situation. Instead of going home for the holidays, Wes remained in his wallpaper-less dump of an apartment with newly-free Rebecca, who uses her sudden innocence to take more showers and find silly animal videos on YouTube. Glad we helped keep her out of jail, that one.

Wes can’t sleep, though, because of nightmares that are wracking at his brain—he did kill a guy, after all—and so Rebecca redeems herself by being a good protector, helping her man through his painful nights and keeping his mood lofty during the day. He also becomes increasingly fascinated again with Rudy, the former tenant of his apartment who seemingly went crazy and scratched his way out of law school (and out of a bed frame warranty). Could a Rudy-sized mental breakdown be far off for Wes? The more he stares at the claw marks in the wall, the more of a possibility it could be.

It’s basically this resurgence of Rudy talk that dictates Wes’ behavior in the episode, and the low-key reveal that Rudy (Walters, from somewhere in Iowa) still gets mail from his grandmother, who either doesn’t know that Rudy doesn’t actually live there anymore, or who is senile and going deaf and blind and will publish her second novel this summer despite everyone knowing she’s being manipulated by her lawyer.

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