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Lucifer:
Previously on Lucifer...

Container went missing.

Security cameras were disabled.

What container?

The container.

Your return to the underworld

has been requested.

Remind dad

that I quit hell
because I was sick and tired

of playing a part in his play.

Chloe: There was a case,
a shooting on palmetto street.

Malcom got shot

meeting up
with some gang members.

Paolucci thinks he took
the bullet like a hero.

I think he was on the take.

Now, no one wants
to work with me.

You give me what is mine!

Oh, god.

Who stole them?

They were yours.

No, don't!

Lucifer: Someone's got them,

mazikeen.

Someone's got my wings.

J“ taste your fingertips j“

j“ bite-bite me
while I taste your fingertips j“

j“ the feeling of your skin j“

j“ love give me love,
love, love, love j“

j“ now if we're talking body j“

j“ you got a perfect one j“

j'so put it on mej'

j“ swear it won't take you long j“

j“ if you love me right j“

j“ we love for life j“

j“ on and on and on j“

j“ now if we're talking body j“

j“ you got a perfect one,
so put it on me j“

j“ swear it won't take
youlong".J

J“ taste your fingertips j“

j“ bite-bite me
while I taste your fingertips j“

j“ we love...
While I taste your fingertips j“

j“ the feeling of your skin,
love give me love j“

j“ we love... bite me while
I taste your fingertips... j“

what are you waiting for?

Hop in.

J“ taste your fingertips j“

j“ we love...
While I taste your fingertips j“

j“ the feeling of you skin,
love give me love... j“

J“ if we're talking body j“

j“ you got a perfect one j“

j“so put it on mej“

J“ swear it won't take you long j“

j“ if you love me right... j“

Lucifer: Hello, Sergei.

Waters a bit rough, are they?

What-what the hell
are you doing?

Isn't it obvious?

I'm going to brutally
torture you

until you give me what I want.

My wings... where are they?

What wings? I don't even know
what you're talking about!

Why do they always

insist on being so difficult?

All right.

As you can see,

I'm not playing,

so let's try again,

shall we?

My wings, please.

Look, man, why would I take
your wings?

I don't even know who you are!

I'm Lucifer morningstar.

And you,
you small-peckered fool,

are Sergei bok,
a known smuggler.

You move just about anything

you can get
your trashy euro hands on.

Please, man!

I don't have 'em! I swear.

Okay? I don't know what
I'd do with a pair...

Maybe if I hit him a few times?

Though I hate to say it,

I'm not sure violence is
the trick here.

I'm beginning to wonder

if this human stain is actually
telling the truth.

No! He's scum.

He'll say anything.

Maybe it's not him, it's us.

Us?

He's the fifth man
we've accosted this week.

Perhaps we're... dare I say it...

Going about this wrong?

It may be time to seek the help
of a professional.

Oh!

Maze!

Hey.

I don't know that you want
to be here right now.

Detective: There she is.

Yeah. What, do I have
a "hate me" sign on my face?

If only it were that simple.

It's about Malcolm.

What about him?

That guy's been
in a coma for months.

His wife decided
to pull the plug.

Malcolm's dying today,

and you're still investigating
him for corruption.

So, what, they hate me even more

now that I won't put a halo
on his head?

Maybe stay away

from the precinct tonight.

Cops are staging
a living wake here.

Anything else?

It would make
everyone's life easier

if you would close
your investigation.

You know, Dan,
I thought we were actually

making progress there
for a second,

but once again, look who's
on team everyone else.

- I'm trying to protect you.
- From what?

Catching a criminal
or hurting your rep?

It's not about any of that.
It's about Malcolm's family.

If there's an open investigation
calling for his dismissal,

it can cost them his benefits,

his pension, all of it.

So, what,
you want me to just drop it?

Just turn my back
on everything I stand for?

No.

I'm saying if you want
to do something about it,

then do it now.

You have 24 hours.

Or let it go and let
his family move on.

Is this really what you do
in your spare time?

How fascinatingly morose.

Do you ever think
of taking up knitting?

What are you doing here?

I'm here because I could really
use your expertise.

You're not busy, are you?

Actually, shocker, I am busy.

And it's really not a good day

for... your... luciferness.

Hmm?

Here's an idea.

- Call next time.
- No, no, no.

Hold on.

Now, I'm not one to get
into the feels, usually, but...

You seem genuinely distressed.

You okay?

Do you want to... I don't know...

Chat about it or something?

Sex is always

on the table.

You never quit, do you?

No.

I'm simply offering an ear.

Come on.

Remember the palmetto case
I was telling you about?

The case that's been
consuming you,

causing people to despise you,

call you names...
I even quarreled

upon occasion because of it?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Well, they're pressuring me
to drop the case,

assume the party line,

and say the guy died a hero.

My spidey sense tells me

dropping it's not what you want,
is it?

I want the truth.

Well, then seek it out.

You're a police officer.

You don't need
anyone's permission.

Hmm.

That's decent-ish advice.

I know. I'm quite good.

Anyway, now we've helped you,
my turn.

See, I'm working a sort of case
of my own.

And it seems that I've...

Well, hit a bit of a snag.

A case?

Um...

What kind of case is it?

Well, the nature
of the investigation

isn't important.

I'm strictly here
for professional advice.

What do you do
when your case hits a wall?

Mmm.

- What do I do when I get stuck?
- Yes.

Well, I grab a pair
of fresh eyes...

Someone who's not gonna be
afraid to be honest with me,

even if it's not
what I want to hear.

Hello.

That's a brilliant idea.

Yeah.

It kinda is.

So...

Maybe if you help me,

I could help you.

Could...

And Bob's your uncle.

Right.

What are we doing here, Lucifer?

I like to come here
from time to time.

Dip my toes in the sand,

breathe the ocean air,

walk down memory Lane.

You see,

five years ago,

when maze and I abandoned hell,

I landed right here
on this beach.

This is where I flipped
dear old dad

the grandest of birds.

And had maze sever my wings.

And why are you telling me this?

Honestly,
why summon me here at all?

Surely it's not just
to reminisce.

I've asked you here
because those same wings

have been stolen.

And I need your help
to get them back.

J'oh! J'

Your wings are missing?

Sorry, is there an echo?
Isn't that what I just said?

What exactly am I supposed
to do with that news?

Use your angelic powers

to soar around the city
and find them.

I mean, really,

what good's an angel

if he can't help a brother out?

Am I right?

Lucy,

since your grand departure
from hell,

I've been the one
that's had to patrol the gates,

I've been the one
keeping damned souls

from slipping loose... a job,
by the way, that I loathe.

- I didn't ask for that.
- But those wings

out there in the human world?

Lucy, they're too powerful.

A piece of divinity.

Humanity can't handle them.

And if they fall
into the wrong hands...

Then people might die?
Yeah, I get that.

Just saw a chap toss himself
off a building

after a mere peek at them, so if
you're done telling me things

I already know...

Will you help me or not?

You tell me something.

If you truly hated the wings,

why'd you hold onto them
all this time?

- That is none of your business.
- It's a sentimental move, Lucy.

Especially for someone
that was trying

to leave their life behind.

Please. Here we go.

Maybe deep down you realize you
never should've cut them off.

And maybe that's why

you left yourself an out.

Yeah.

So are you done?

Pretty words, but no.

They're my property.
I want them back.

Simple as that. If I can avoid

an earth-shattering tragedy
as well... bonus.

You wanted free will.

You wanted accountability.

Well...

Fix your own damn mess,
for once.

I've been thinking.

Your problem, my problem...

Why not be each other's
fresh eyes and all that?

Hey, what do you say,
quid pro quo?

Oh, so now you need my help.

Sorry, am I not
enunciating today?

Yes, I've come seeking
your very generous aid.

First you have to tell me
what it is you're working on.

I'm not sure you can handle it.

Try me.

Okay.

Uh, remember that container

that was so inelegantly
taken from me?

The one I was convinced

- was hiding something?
- Yes, well, it wasn't just

nesting dolls
that I was looking for.

There was something else,
something... personal

that was missing
when we got there.

I knew it.

Lucifer, what was in there?

My angel wings.

Yeah, go on.

Get it all out.

Okay, seriously,

what was in there?

Oh, you are serious?

Oh... okay, sorry.

Did someone make them for you?

Or are you big into cosplay?

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Sorry, I'll admit

I don't always get you.

But if this is
really that important...

It is.

Okay, I will do what I can.

I will put out an apb on...

Angel wings.

Thank you, and in return,

I shall donate my services
on palmetto, all right?

Sure, we could use the help.

“We"?

- Hey.
- Ready to go?

Yeah, you weren't
around to help,

so I recruited someone else.

The more, the merrier.

You're helping her?

I knew she wouldn't give it up.

And I couldn't let
her go it alone,

so I'm here for the ride.

Hmm.

Cool.

The three of us
working together.

Yes, cool.

What could be better?

J“ bursting inside j“

j“ it's getting harder
to hide... j“

so, this is palmetto street.

I'm sorry, why is he here again?

Uh, he helps me
see things differently.

Yes, I've proved myself
quite useful, Dan.

So, how can we help you?

All right, I want
to reenact the shooting.

I want to figure out
what I missed.

How's that gonna prove anything?

Just humor me, thanks.

- Lucifer?
- Yes?

You will represent the seedy

criminal element.

Oh, I believe you mean
handsome criminal element.

And, Dan,

you will stand for Malcolm.

The tough as nails cop,

who wishes I would

leave this stupid case alone.

Ah, cute.

And I will play myself.

A chick who cannot figure out
what the hell I saw.

So in the months
leading up to the shooting,

we were following
a French drug trafficker

Nikolas aoudi.

Ooh, can I have a gun?

I feel like Nikolas
would definitely have a gun.

No...

Actually he was
more of a hammer guy.

Liked to break fingers and arms.

- Okay...
- Some legs and teeth.

Right.
Can I have a hammer, then?

Somehow aoudi
kept evading the LAPD.

I arrested one of his guys,
thought he was gonna flip.

Then suddenly
he changed his tune.

The only cop
who spoke to him was Malcolm.

So...

One night, I tracked him here,

sneaking in
through the side door.

And I hid behind this glass.

I could see them.

It was Malcolm and aoudi
and his bodyguard.

They looked like
they were making a deal.

Malcolm was holding cash.

Hold on.

Ooh, is that enough?

Chloe: A bribe, maybe.

I'm not sure.

But I leaned forward to hear
what they were saying.

And accidentally,

I made a sound.

I could feel it.

He saw me, but he didn't react.

He just went back
to his conversation.

And that's
when the shot went off.

It didn't take long before
bullets were flying everywhere.

I braced behind the door,

and that's when Iran in.

Aoudi and his man were dead.

Malcolm was on the floor,
bleeding out.

There was nothing you could do.

It doesn't make sense.

Excuse me?

Aoudi would have
no desire to kill Malcolm.

Trust me, if there's one
thing I know, it's desire.

I mean, if Malcolm
were indeed corrupt,

he'd be aoudi's golden goose.

It'd be quite dumb to shoot him.

What if someone else was here?

The cops searched
the place up and down, Chloe.

There was no one else.

Look, you may not
want to believe it,

but what if...?

I was wrong.

Espinoza.

Uh, yeah.

Okay, I will let her know.

Did you really put out

an apb for... angel wings?

Maybe.

Well, it looks
like they got a hit.

Excehenfl

right, my turn.

I still can't believe it
that the wings are...

Real? Exquisite? Divine?

It's okay to say it.

I was gonna say, "for sale."

So, anything else the FBI
can tell us, agent pitts?

The wings... along
with a bunch of other crap

people think is real...
Are being pawned off

at a black-market
antiquities auction.

An auction?

Held under the veil of
a charity event at crimson hall.

Saints' teeth?

Holy napkins?

Oh, a piece of the cross?

They've got my wings
in absurdly fraudulent company.

Yeah, unlike the wings,
there's no way those are real.

Exactly, it's insulting!

Putting my wings on the block
like some chintzy accoutrement.

All right.

Well, you can take comfort
knowing the auction's

already set
to be raided tonight.

So the FBI are gonna
snatch my wings?

When we get a chance to pounce
on the bad guys, we take it.

The FBI is taking lead.

Figured you might be
after the same guys.

And we have jurisdiction.

Okay, so how do we get
the wings back?

After the raid?

As long as you can prove
the wings' provenance,

you'll get it back in 30 days.

- No problem.
- 30 days.

Yes, no problem,
no problem at all.

Right?

Mm-hmm.

J'j'

Come on out, amenadiel.

So what happened
to going it alone,

lying in my own mess and such?

Or did you just want
a front row seat to the action?

I assure you, Lucifer,

I take no pleasure in
following you around.

But this is far too important
to let you screw up.

Ah, so you just came to help?

I came to ensure the wings
get back where they belong.

Which is where exactly?

You mean besides on your back?

Oh, surely,
my fine-feathered friend,

you don't expect that to happen.

They belong in the heavens
where they were created.

If you don't want them,
that's where they'll be.

Fair enough.

Considering
we're on a clock now,

I could use a wingman.

What do you mean?

The FBI's raiding the place.

So if we don't get the wings,
humanity finds divinity,

so on and so forth...
You know the rest.

Well, we can't let that happen.

Right, so you can join.

Provided, of course,
you can keep

that angelic ego
of yours in check.

I don't have an ego.

Sure you do, but I'm
encouraging you to get off

that high horse and learn
a thing or two about humanity.

Though it appears that you've
picked up a fashion sense.

So that's, uh...

I miss the dress.

Hello.

Private party.

Honey, not vinegar.

Yes, excuse me, I understand

this event is very exclusive.

But, uh, surely
you've got room for just

two more?

Unless you got business here,
scram.

It's funny you should
say that, actually.

Perhaps I do have something
that might interest

those keen on religious relics.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Did you catch all that?

Chloe: I can't believe
I agreed to this.

I thought you were helping me.

I am helping.

We went to palmetto, right?

We went over
everything that happened.

And found nothing. Exactly.

Now I want to show you
who your case is about.

This is who's on
the other end of this case.

Not a monster.

Not a villain.

But a grieving family
trying to say goodbye.

She saw us.

What is she doing here?

I'm sorry, Mel.

She's not, she's not
looking for a fight.

Are you kidding?

A fight?

She...

You have no right.

What do you want from us?

I'm-I'm so sorry for your loss.

Just go.

Please, just...

Carmen?

It's like nothing
I've ever seen.

Congratulations,
Mr. Morningstar.

The catholics and the satanists
will be clawing for this coin.

With any luck, we may even have
a bidding war on our hands.

Wouldn't that be fun?

Who would've thought, eh,
the devil's coin,

- worthy of so much love?
- Put a bunch of believers in a room

and... pardon the pun...
But sky's the limit.

That's very good.

If I didn't know
any better, I would say

that you don't respect
your buyers' faith.

Oh, quite the contrary.

I respect my customers'
faith very much.

But I don't have to share
in their beliefs

to profit from them.

So I take it
you're not a believer then?

I'm a man that believes
in one simple divinity,

the almighty dollar.

Humans.

Am I right?

I have to admit,

I love being the bearer
of bad news.

Oh? Do tell.

The coin's not for sale.

I simply used it
to gain entrée to you.

Then why are you here?

Someone stole my wings.

About six feet,
glow with the light of god.

So if you'd be so kind as
to deliver them, then we can be

on our way without any...

Unpleasantries.

Funny.

That's not how this works.

Oh, you men don't know
who you're dealing with.

Those guns don't frighten us.

In fact,

I dare you to shoot.

Brother...

Go ahead.

See what happens.

And there's that angelic ego
I was talking about.

I'm sorry, uh...
You were saying?

Gentlemen, please...

Don't mind my brother.

He's just a bit... simple.

We meant no disrespect, truly.

- I thought you told me you wanted your wings back.
- I do.

But this is hardly
the way to go about it.

Give me one good reason

not to finish this right now.

Lucifer: Because
you misunderstood me.

I'm more than happy
to buy the wings,

like everyone else, with cash.

A whole boatload of money.

If you truly worship the dollar,

then I'm your ticket
to divinity.

Happy bidding.

Thank you.

J“ everybody knows when,
ah, tell me again j“

j“ fatten up the pig
and, baby, let's pretend j“

j“ that I could see the joke
at the beginning or end... j“

Lucifer: It's funny, isn't it,
how all it takes

to unite the faiths
of the world is a bit

of illegal consumerism.

Mmm.

What I'd like to know

is since when
is the prince of darkness

scared of some
insufferable human gun?

Well, since I, uh...

I bled.

- What do you mean, bled?
- Yep.

Don't know how it's possible,
but on top of everything else,

seems I'm dealing
with a bit of a mortality sitch.

Hence: Ixnay on the unsgay.

What are you grinning about?

I'm just realizing the gravity
of what you're saying.

That I'm allergic
to lead projectiles?

That even if you
don't choose hell,

all I have do is wait for
some pitiful thug to end you

and right back to hell you go.

You hadn't put that one
together yet, had you, Lucy?

You just made my millennium.

Carmen: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Carmen Grant

and I humbly welcome you
to our evening of faith.

Tonight we shall behold items

that prove
the miraculous is real.

There is a power we can't see,

but its light burns bright
in the priceless artifacts

that have traveled
from around the world

and, dare I say,
heaven and hell,

to find their way to you!

Without further ado,

I would like to introduce you
to the first item up for bid...

The lost chains of St. Paul!

According to tradition,

St. Paul was imprisoned

between 61 and 63 ad.

While some pieces are on display
at the papal basilica...

Or so they say...

These are the missing links.

Paul's wrists were too thick
to fit in those chains.

I know. That man never
could pass on dessert, could he?

He should have been
the Saint of...

Honey cakes?

Those are clearly fake!

- What?
- Shh!

Shh.

Ooh. Tough crowd.

You don't know the half of it.

How did I know you'd come here?

Because I'm admirably
consistent?

How did you even get in here?

Oh, I've got news for you, pal.

You're not the only one
with a little mojo.

Mmm. Touché.

And you're welcome, by the way.

I came here to warn you.

In about five minutes, the FBI's
gonna storm this place,

so we have to go now.

But we were just
getting started.

"We"?

Oh, that's right.
You haven't met, have you?

Allow me to introduce

amenadiel.

My brother.

Well, come on,

don't look so shocked.

Um...

I just didn't

expect your brother to be...

So... handsome.

Amenadiel: We're all full
of surprises, it seems.

I never expected my brother
to change careers as he did.

But I'm definitely beginning
to see why.

Lucifer, your brother got

all the charm in the family.

Okay, that's enough of that.

It's unsettling to see
you two get along.

Carmen: Next up.

The wings of an angel.

They're gorgeous.

Man: Freeze! FBI!

Man: What's going on?

Everyone, stay where you are!

Don't move!

Stay where you are.

Bodyguard: Mr. Grant.

Nobody move.

Come on.

Stop! Freeze!

Where'd he go?

A little help.

Please.

Thank you.

They're fake.

I'm telling you,
I saw him come in here.

There was a secret door.

I see you got your wings.

Thought you'd be happier.

These aren't my wings.

Whose wings are they?

Someone with
a warped sense of humor.

- I don't...
- They're a knockoff,

a sham.

I mean, it's good work,
I'll give them that.

Probably would've fooled
just about anyone,

save perhaps
the actual owner of the wings.

The actual owner... being you?

Yeah, they must've been
switched out.

It's no coincidence that
my wings are stolen one day,

and then Carmen's selling
an exact replica a week later.

No, this is
some serious foul play.

I-I'm sorry to hear that,
sincerely.

But there's something
at palmetto

that I need to
take care of, so...

Are you coming?

Didn't you hear me?

My wings are still out there.

I need to find them.

If you want to run off
to palmetto, be my guest,

but no more role-playing
for me, thanks.

So I came to save your ass,
but just because these wings

aren't the ones you wanted,

that's it? We're done?

So much for quid pro quo.

Ah.

You sure you don't want
to chase after her?

Maybe I can ask father for some
rain and make it a moment.

All right.

So what's our next move?

Well, I'm afraid this is
where I leave you, brother.

What I'm about to do

is the devil's work.

I thought we were finally
done with all this.

I was done.

I even started believing
I was crazy like everybody said.

I never said you were crazy.

Yeah. It's okay.

I would've thought I was, too.

But, you know,
I got to thinking.

Lucifer pointed out
that it made no sense

for aoudi to shoot
his inside man, right?

Right.

But no one else was there.

No one could've shot Malcolm
and fled without me seeing them.

- Now you're making my point.
- Because

there was no obvious exit.

But maybe,

just maybe... hear me out...

There was a secret one.

Chloe, you are stabbing hard
at something

- that's just not there.
- There's got to be an explanation

for what I saw, Dan!
There has to be.

What do you need me to do?

I don't...

What was that?

Looks like it leads
up to the street.

Hey.

What is it?

A 999 key.

LAPD-issued.

Malcolm had his on him.

- Wait. Are-are you saying...
- Yes.

Another cop was here.

- I was right.
- Chloe,

- this could mean a lot of things...
- It means

a cop knew

this secret passageway existed,
Dan.

And chances are,

whoever it was
shot Malcolm, so...

Yeah. But why?

That's what I got to figure out.

No.

That's what we need
to figure out.

It's...

You.

That's right, me,

Lucifer bloody morningstar.

Do you mind if I come in?

You, Carmen,

slightly more difficult
to identify, aren't you?

No phone, no bank account,

home registered under
one of your many aliases.

Seems wings aren't the
only thing you falsify, eh?

- I can explain...
- I'm still moved by your words.

"I'm a man that believes
in one simple divinity,

- the almighty dollar."
- You don't understand...

No, I understand. Perfectly.

A lifelong atheist,

you took one peek at the wings

and something changed in you.

The great white light
was revealed

and a believer was born,

one who couldn't part
with real divinity!

Oh, no.

Mounting my wings,

like some decorative stag head.

Shame on you.

It wasn't my fault.

Someone tipped me off.

Excuses, excuses.

"It wasn't me, it was
the biker that did it."

I thought he was
bringing me a sculpture.

Were you disappointed?

I didn't know what they were.

I never would have done it
if I had any idea

what I was actually
dealing with.

Please, please.

You can't take them away.

I can't live without them.

Perhaps you don't understand.

They're mine.

Now, before I deal with you,

I have just one burning
question on my mind.

Who tipped you off?

I knew you'd come.

Of course I'd come.

It's my duty to return
the wings where they belong.

Is that all?

After everything
that you've been through...

Bleeding, searching, reaching
to the high heavens for help...

Now that you finally
have your wings,

doesn't part of you long
to assume your form?

Get back to where you belong?

Not exactly.

What are you doing?!

Well, ruining your plan,
it seems.

It was you, brother.

You tipped Carmen off,
and you orchestrated the theft.

Because you left me no choice.

Well, clearly
you were desperate.

I mean, you were willing
to let a human die

and unleash the wings
upon the world

just to remind me who I was.

To fool me

into desiring the wings

and the hellish throne
they accompany.

Well, do you know what?

It almost bloody worked.

But destroy them?

Why?

Well, you were right.

Severing the wings
was a half measure.

I did leave myself an out.

A rip cord back to the life
that dear old dad chose for me.

But I don't need it now,

because, in case I haven't
made myself abundantly clear,

I'm never going back to hell.

But, uh...

A for effort.

I'm sure dad will give you
a big gold star for trying.

That's right, hit me, brother.

Go on, again.

Become like me.

Become wrath.

Fall as I did!

Come on.

Come on.

You never were much
of a closer, were you, eh?

Can't stand to get
your hands dirty.

This is far from over.

I'll do whatever it takes
to get you back to hell.

He was like a brother to me.

And for the last eight years,

he was the best damn partner

that I could've asked for.

You know, I-I remember
one time that he...

What in the hell...?

What part of "not welcome"
does she not understand?

Easy, Anthony. Easy.

You got some nerve, Decker.

I'd like to say
a few things about Malcolm.

He was a hero,

who got shot doing
what all of us do every day,

by putting himself
in the line of fire.

I can't take back

the things I've said.

But I can promise

not to let his life...

Or death... go in vain.

And for any pain
that I've caused...

His family or otherwise...

I'm sorry.

I'm closing the case
against him.

To a good cop.

To Malcolm.

To Malcolm.

All: To Malcolm.

I hope you're right about this.

Trust me, if we're
gonna find a dirty cop,

it's best they don't
think we're looking.

I cleaned up your mess
on the beach.

I'm here to stay, maze.

And I truly hate
to disappoint you,

but... well, this is
where I have to be now.

And I know, even
with all the sex and drugs...

And more sex,

this isn't
what you bargained for.

And I know
you made a vow, but...

But nothing.

I am with you, Lucifer,

from now until the end.

We're a team, right?

Of course.

Now...

You should get some ice.

Yeah.

Hmm.

J“ 1:00 am. J“

j“ you're invited... j“

what happened?

Hmm? Oh.

Sorry. This, yes.

Just a little, you know,
squabble with my bro.

Nothing serious.

I don't...

I don't like how we
left it at the auction.

Yes. Yes, I...

I agree.

You definitely could have
handled things better.

And I supposed, you know, I...

Sorry. What was I saying?

Look, I know how much
it sucks being alone.

And I can't pretend
to understand

why the wings meant
so much to you.

But if we're really
friends, it...

It should be enough just
knowing that they did.

The wings are old news now.

What?

Earlier they were all
you could think about.

What...? Now you
just don't care?

Well, in my search
for the wings,

I realized what
they actually were.

A relic worth exactly

what someone was willing
to pay for them.

What can I say?

I've moved on to bigger
and better things.

So, what changed?

I don't know.

Huh.

Or won't say.

Well, how'd your palmetto thing
go anyway?

Hmm? Did you find the answer
you were looking for?

I found something.

Oh. Well.

To our equally
enigmatic futures.

J“ and take a breath j“

j“ roll it until
there's nothing left j“

j“ look in my eyes... j“

J“ and breathe into me... j“

J“ breathe into me j“

J“ breathe into me j“

j“ breathe into me... j“

What's going on?

What's happening?

- Seriously?
- Malcolm?

Malcolm.

J“ taste my breath j“

j“ do you like it? J“