All language subtitles for Lucifer.S02E15.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

- Previously on Lucifer...
- Still no sign of Lucifer?

It's been two weeks. He's gone.

Detective!

Meet Candy Morningstar,

my wife.

Lucifer's concocting a plan.

What if there is no hidden agenda, Mom?

Why would I be surprised?

You disappeared after I almost died?

Does Chloe know that you zagged Candy?

Everything I felt for her

was smoke and mirrors,

courtesy of Dad.

So it's okay to ignore her feelings?

Feelings that aren't real.

But she doesn't know that.

Which is why I had to save her!

From you.

I manipulated him.

I pushed him too hard.

I did this.

The Oscar goes to Candy Morningstar.

You think they bought it?

My mother doesn't know what hit her.

Thank you for helping me

peek inside that scheming head of hers.

What if I told you that
the Flaming Sword is

Azrael's blade?

The weapon that can cut through
the Gates of Heaven itself.

We have everything we need to go home.

Azrael's blade.

You're sure?

I am.

So if we could just get your brother

to stop drinking and
show us where he hid it...

I just wanted you to
tell him what you told me,

before I make a mess.

What mess are you going to...

That's where it's been this whole time?

Put it somewhere I
could keep an eye on it.

Wouldn't want someone to incite another

stabbing rampage, now, would we?

Well, it's not my fault
humans can't handle the divine.

Besides, if I hadn't done that,

we wouldn't have found out
what that blade actually is.

And you really think that
this is the Flaming Sword?

I thought Father destroyed
it during my rebellion

so I wouldn't use it against Him.

Father said He destroyed it.

Apparently, He just
hid it in plain sight.

But it's so small and so... not flaming.

That's because only
you, my Lightbringer,

can ignite it.

Well, what am I supposed to do,

dip it in some whiskey
and light a match?

Last time it caught
flame, you were angry,

so think about your
Father, that should do it.

All right.

No!

Right, back to my whiskey plan.

No, you're much too calm.

When it flamed before, you were furious.

So you're saying the blade
can sense my emotional state?

It's the most powerful weapon

in the universe, Mum...

The sword that guarded
Eden, not a groovy mood ring.

Maybe I should try it.

Your brother is the
Lightbringer, Amenadiel.

He just needs to apply
himself and get angry!

Well, I can't just get ang... Aah!

Bloody hell!

Well, it was worth a shot.

Right. Maybe Amenadiel should try it.

Here, why don't you hold it,
and I'll kick you in the...

Boys!

We need to work together on this.

We're so close now.

Are we, Mom?

Because our return home hinges

on Lucifer being able
to control his emotions.

Oh, you've no faith
in me, brother? Good.

Means I get to prove you wrong.

So the three of you plan
to use this... Flaming Sword

to cut through the Gates of Heaven

and go home?

That's the plan, yes.

Do you mean actual gates?

Like big and pearly?

Are we talking clouds?

Harps? Old dudes in white robes?

And my dad is Morgan Freeman?

Focus, Doctor. Now, come on.

I need you to help me
control my emotions.

Well, emotions can't
be controlled, Lucifer.

What? Isn't that your entire job?

My job is to help you
understand your emotions.

I can help you become aware
of what it is you're feeling,

or trying to avoid feeling.

Right, you've got that look on your face

when you're saying something insightful

and waiting for me to figure it out.

I think you married
her to hide something.

- Or from something.
- Right, look,

what I may or may not be hiding
is beside the point, Doctor.

Either way, I need the sword lit.

So, come on. Emotions. Chop, chop.

You clearly have a lot
of walls up, Lucifer.

Between yourself and your emotions,

and now between yourself and me.

If you're unwilling to
bring those walls down,

I can't help you.

What the hell, Decker?

No breakfast?

Oh, I forgot. Sorry.

You forgot?

Chloe Decker forgot?

Are you okay?

What did you do with my roommate?

She would never ask about my feelings.

Oh, feelings?

No, I was thinking brain tumor,

early-onset dementia, chlamydia.

Uh, well, yeah.

I guess I'm still a little upset

that Lucifer just disappeared on me

and got married just when we were...

You know, I don't know what we were.

And sure, he got it annulled
right away, but, you know,

that almost makes it worse.

Focus on Trixie.

And I'm-I'm worried about her.

Have you noticed anything?

You have?

Okay, I'm gonna adopt a dozen puppies,

and I'm gonna let them
sleep in your bedroom.

- Nice, Maze. Nice.
- Come on.

I'm sorry. Okay, I can't
deal with human emotions

on an empty stomach.

Makes me...

nauseous.

Of course. What did I expect?

Oh, come on.

Tall, non-fat almond milk latte

with sugar-free caramel
drizzle and no vodka this time.

What's the occasion?

Well, I thought we should
celebrate our first day together

as crime-solving divorcees.

Ah, making a joke you don't like. Check.

See? We'll be back to normal in no time.

Uh, not until you start whining
about how boring the case is.

Well, touch�, Detective.

Our victim's name is Debbie Lang.

She worked as the head of
administrations of a very

prestigious elementary school
on the Westside called...

called Starford.

How could a career in
education pay for all this?

L.A. private schools are insane.

You know, money gets thrown around.

What do we have?

Well, poor Debbie was
stabbed in the back,

literally.

Maybe figuratively, too.

There was no signs of B&E,

which suggests she
knew who her killer was.

- Anyone recover the murder weapon?
- No, not yet.

You'd think knife, but the circumference

of the wound is unusually wide,

like it was a... fat knife.

PhD in psychology,

certificate for behavioral therapy.

I should have thought
this woman had figured out

human interaction, yet
she provoked someone

into killing her?

Therapists don't really
know anything, do they?

Ooh, Lucifer's projecting his
personal issues on the case.

Guess we're back to normal.

Ah, man.

I got into it with my
shrink a couple of weeks ago.

What? You see a psychologist?

I know. You wouldn't think so, right?

'Cause I'm so upbeat all the time.

But up here... lot of darkness.

- Really?
- Hey, guys?

What's this?

Well, where do I start?

Missing commemorative scissors.

Looks like we found our fat knife.

Or didn't find it,

but, you know.

So, weapon of convenience.

Could have been a crime of passion.

Vic knew the killer,

so we should go to the
school where she worked.

I, uh... I just can't believe it.

You know, Debbie was the best

head of admissions we've ever had,

the heart and soul of
the Starford community.

We're all devastated.

Is there any way we could see her office

or the last few things
she was working on?

Sure.

No phones on campus, please.

Sends a message

that our arms aren't actually
available to our children.

Right. Detective, this school is weird,

and, yes, this case is boring.

Not weird.

Unique.

Our groundbreaking pedagogical approach

focuses on emotional self-control.

Emotional self-control?
How'd you go about that, then?

Lucifer, can you go back to being bored,

and not derail the conversation?

No, no, but this is fascinating,
Detective. The so-called expert

I just consulted insisted
emotions can't be controlled.

Well, we respectfully disagree.

Um, our children learn to
manage their emotions in no time.

Well, why didn't you say
so in the first place?

Let the schooling begin!

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You see, we make our students'
emotional needs the priority.

Whence our motto.

"Sentio ergo sum."

- "I feel, therefore I am."
- Hmm.

Fascinating.

Let's just stick to the case.

Hold on, Detective.

Debbie isn't going to un-die, is she?

Whereas I require immediate assistance.

Look, yes, how long
does it take for rug rats

to gain emotional self-control?

Oh, our methods work very quickly.

The parents see it for themselves

after sitting in on just one class.

Notice all the, um, testimonials.

Yes.

So, Debbie.

Did she have any enemies
here at work that you know of?

You see, our faculty practices the same

conflict-resolution
method as our children.

People in a conflict actually

present handmade gifts to one another.

This was Debbie's desk,

and, as you can see,
not a single macram�.

What about outside the faculty?

Any recent incidents with parents maybe?

Nothing like that would
ever happen Starford.

Oh, weird, 'cause heads of admissions

at other prestigious private schools

are practically stalked
by eager parents, so,

maybe the spots here at
Starford just aren't as coveted.

Not so.

No, parents go above and beyond

to get their children here at Starford.

And they go absolutely crazy
when they fail to land a spot.

Just the other day...

Well, perhaps there was one incident.

Debbie did get into a rather

ugly fight with the parents of a child

who'd been denied admission.

- It got vicious.
- Ooh.

Fisticuffs? Beat-down at the bike sheds

after the final bell?

No, verbally vicious.

- Ah, terrible grammar.
- Mmhmm.

Got you.

Did you see the fight?

Everyone saw it.

It happened right in
front of the school,

violating what we like to think of as

our safe space here at Starford.

What was said?

I will kill you.

That is what I said, yes.

But you have to understand.

I was furious that she'd
rejected our son, Wolfe.

If you have children,
I'm sure you can relate.

A Starford education

feeds almost directly to the Ivy League.

Debbie took our money and
crushed our son's future.

What do you mean? What money?

Well, she implied that a hefty
contribution to the school

would grease the wheels
on Wolfe's admission.

So you made the contribution
and Wolfe was still rejected?

Yes.

We felt we'd been... misled.

More like robbed.

And then, when we tried

to bring it up to
Debbie, she had the gall

to suggest that the school
hadn't received the donation.

But the check cleared!

Lying...

I know my husband's temper

suggests otherwise, but
we're dealing with this

the civilized way... Through our lawyer.

We could never kill anyone.

Then can you explain
why the murder weapon

was found in your pool house?

Are you Lucifer Morningstar?

I am, yes.

But sadly, I don't have the time

to give you the most
amazing night of your life.

I'm busy dealing with
this impenetrable book.

Mr. Morningstar, you're under arrest.

I am now, am I?

- On what charge?
- Ladies,

he's resisting arrest.

Cuff him.

My pleasure.

Right, why do you sexy detectives

look so disturbingly familiar?

Mum!

Mum, come on.

Come on out from
wherever you're snooping.

- What?
- Ah.

I tried to find ones that
resemble your detective.

Then again, all humans look alike to me.

No, you did, um, well, remarkably well.

But what on Earth for?

Since anger didn't
work, I wanted to incite

a different emotion.

See if that would get
the sword fired up.

A foursome isn't an emotion, Mum.

Ladies, I'm sorry, but, uh,

it's hard for me to
enjoy a triple-decker

with my mum's hands all over it, so...

Another time, maybe. Shame.

Don't look so glum.

It's just a matter of time before I get

a handle on my emotions.

I know it's a matter of time.

- That's the problem.
- What's the rush?

Not like eternity's got
a "best before" date.

You'd understand if you had children.

Many of which you haven't
seen in a millennia.

Yes.

That's it, Mum. You're right.

I need to have a child.

Right, have a gander at that.

See if you can learn a few things.

Mm-hmm.

Right, well, it seemed like
something wasn't adding up.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks, Ella.

Okay.

I am gonna tie a bell around
your neck at some point.

Oh, sounds like a fun bit of foreplay,

but I've more important
things to attend to first.

Yeah, I'm sure you do, but hold on.

Something's bothering me.

The killer wiped the
fingerprints off the handle,

but not Debbie's blood from the blade.

But the scissors were found
at their home, correct?

In the unlocked pool house,

so anyone could have
gained access to it.

So you think the killer
planted the murder weapon

on the couple last seen
fighting with the victim.

That's admirably devious.

Jon and Craig said that
their check cleared.

But Debbie told them the school
never received their money.

- So she's lying.
- But what if she wasn't lying?

What if somebody embezzled
the money at the school?

Debbie could have found out,
she could have confronted them.

They could be the killer.

So, you know, what we got
to do... check the books,

see if there's a record of a donation.

Right.

Baby, why are you still in your PJs?

You're gonna miss the bus.

I don't have time to
drive you to school today.

Hold on.

Why don't you go and deal

with the donation thingy,

and I can, uh, take the little
sh... ugar plum fairy to school.

Are you sure?

For my partner? Yes, I can sacrifice.

You okay with that?

Brilliant.

You're gonna be in trouble
if my mom finds out.

What? I said I'd drive you to school.

I never specified which one.

So, play along, and I'll
deliver my end of the bargain.

- Mr. Morningstar?
- Yes.

- Hey. Mr. Taylor.
- Ah.

You're here for the Starford tour?

I am indeed. I am indeed.

And this little creature,
who gets whatever she wants...

Trixie Morningstar.
Nice to meet you, sir.

Hi.

Ah, lovely.

So, right upstairs there
is our plant-based kitchen.

Uh, it's where the students
make their own lunch.

You know, instead of
packaged, preprocessed foods,

we, uh, we like them to bring in, uh...

Sorry, do we have to touch?

Don't you have a leash or
something for when we go out?

Do you want to sell this or not?

- It's a lot of fun...
- Yes, that's all quite riveting.

Um, where is it where children learn to,

you know, harness their emotions?

Uh... uh...

Hold on.

Uh, sorry, this isn't my normal job.

I'm just filling in till we find
a replacement for poor Debbie.

Oh, well, what is it you normally do?

Uh, I'm the movement
and wellness mentor.

So you're the P.E. teacher. Lovely.

Okay, well, right here, this is

the, uh, meditation room.

Um, and then, right next door is, uh,

it's where the kids do
their justice circles.

I need you to show me
where they teach lessons

on controlling your emotions.

Oh.

She's having emotional problems?

Who?

Oh, the child.

Sure. Probably.

Listen, what would be really helpful is

turning feelings into
something, like a weapon.

Well, I think I know just the class.

You do? Wonderful.

Great.

Come on, child.

And you want to look
through our ledgers... why?

Because we want to know if
Debbie was telling the truth

about the missing donation,

and it could tie into
the motive for the murder.

I knew it.

You got me.

No need to look at the books. I did it.

The donation never made
it into the school account.

I cashed the check.

You stole the money?

- Why?
- I guess I was

tired of feeling like I didn't belong.

Starford seemed so

nonjudgmental and inclusive.

But I'm-I'm under a lot of pressure

to look a certain way,

drive a certain car.

And my salary barely covers my rent.

Okay, so Debbie found out that you took

Jon and Craig's donation money

and... did you kill her?

What? No, no.

Debbie assumed the parents
never extended the check.

They called her a liar,

got so upset, and they killed her.

But I'm to blame.

I'm sorry.

Look, we're not

real sure if Jon and
Craig killed Debbie.

Really?

Oh.

If it's not related to
the murders, after all, um,

perhaps we could disregard...

that last exchange.

Uh, is everything okay in here?

Sounded like a child was crying.

We're just asking the
assistant dean some questions.

Uh, I am Detective Decker.
This is Detective...

Oh, you're Trixie's cop-mom, aren't you?

That's a great kid you've got.

Thank you. H-How do you know...

How do you know my daughter?

She's in Madison's class right now.

Yeah, her father brought her in.

Um... I'm pretty sure he didn't.

Uh, can you finish getting
the statement, please,

and I'll see whatever
the hell Lucifer is doing.

But the good news is bad feelings can be

harnessed into good actions.

My son Ranger knows this. Right, Ranger?

Would anyone else like to try?

Yeah.

Would any of the children
like to volunteer?

For a progressive school,
it's rather ageist.

Trixie.

Do you have feelings you want to use?

I know it's only your first time, but...

I feel sad.

- Okay, why?
- Because...

my mommy almost died.

Her job is scary.

But she has helped so many other people

with their problems,

I don't want her to worry about mine.

So I pretend I'm okay.

Well...

welcome to the club of
parental deceit, child.

It's a lonely place,

but, uh, that's the
price of being clever.

Okay, now what?

How does one control that
juvenile angst usefully?

Trixie can channel her strong feelings

into something productive.

Okay, go on.

For example, she could...

write a poem.

A poem?

I came here to learn how

to turn emotions into energy,
not to become Dr. Seuss.

Well, creative energy is energy.

Oh, come on. If I wanted
to attend an art class,

I would have at least had the sense

to take one with a nude model.

I suppose you're
channeling emotional despair

over not getting dessert
before your veggies, are you?

No. This is a picture of
my mommy stabbing Debbie.

Lucifer.

Detective.

Right, before you chastise me

for kidnapping your offspring,

I've solved the case.

Okay, the boy's mother is Joy Sherman.

This is her contact info.

Okay, I'll look into it.

Is Trixie okay?

I'll talk to her.

I'll see you at the station, okay?

Yeah.

Ah, Detective.

You need to understand, I'm dealing with

a most challenging issue...

Yeah, I want to talk to
my daughter for a second.

Please don't be mad at him.

I should be the one in trouble.

Oh... I'm not mad at you.

You're not in trouble, Monkey.

I do want you to know

you can talk to me if
something's going on.

I know.

You know that?

You want to talk about something now?

I could tell you anything?

Yes.

I'd like to ride with Lucifer.

I promise I'll make him take me

to my actual school this time.

Huh.

Um, yeah, okay.

You are lucky my daughter
likes you so much.

Yes, I'm starting to respect
the deceptive little parasite.

Oh, well, that's nice.

Speaking of, a deal's a deal.

What?

Oh, no.

I...

Driving lessons will have to wait

until your mum's not looking.

Bye, babe.

Oh, kids.

Ah.

Wonderful, a mugger.

Come on, then. I fancy a bit of exercise

after a frustrating day.

Mum?

Let me see the blade. Anything?

Since when can you hit so hard?

My strength has been growing steadily.

As is your recklessness, it seems.

I mean, what did you expect me to do?

Stab you with the blade and
have it be ignited by my joy?

I was trying to get you worked up.

Anger and awakening

your sexual instincts didn't work.

I thought maybe if you
were afraid for your life...

Well, if you really wanted to upset me,

you should have just
thrown me into the Corvette.

Don't...

throw me into the Corvette.

Just trust me, Mum.
I'm dealing with this.

Clearly, not fast enough.

Why are you so angry?

I'm not angry!

Yes, you are.

Just...

really need to get
home, where we belong.

Soon.

Hey, Chlo, we got that
kid's mom in inter...

What's wrong?

Look at this e-mail.

Why are you being invited
to a "grieving gathering"

at Starford Academy?

'Cause Trixie's being
considered for admission.

Apparently, she impressed
some of the teachers there.

Or they were impressed
with Lucifer's bank account.

It's probably the only
thing they care about

at that pretentious place.

Well, I mean,

it is non-traditional, that's for sure.

Wait, are you actually considering it?

I mean, don't you think
that with the divorce

and the move and everything
that Trixie's had enough

- big changes lately?
- Exactly.

Trixie's pretending
that she's fine, Dan.

One morning at Starford,
and she's been opening up

like I haven't been able
to get her to do for months.

- You didn't see her.
- Yeah, well,

it kills me to think that she, uh,

she's been keeping up an
act just to protect us.

When did our kid get so adult?

She does still hide chocolate
cake under the bed, though.

Yeah, well, thank God for that.

Okay, well,

maybe we can consider sending
our daughter to that school

after we've solved the ongoing
murder investigation there.

Can you explain to us why

your son would draw this, Ms. Sherman?

I'm not sure what it even is.

He says it's you killing Debbie.

Oh, he was listening to me.

He never listens to me.

So you said that you killed Debbie?

No, I-I said I wanted to kill her.

Every morning, while
peeling the sticker off

some root vegetable I
got at the supermarket

for a third of the price
of the organic crap.

Rubbing it in dirt works
like a charm, by the way.

Hmm.

Why would you say that to him?

Because I'm single
and I work full-time,

and Debbie had a million little ways

of making me feel like
a bad mom because of it.

- For working?
- Yeah.

Well, that sounds like
a great environment.

Apparently, I wasn't "involved enough."

Like, I'm sorry that
my bake sale cupcakes

weren't gluten and dairy free, Debbie.

Joy, where were you two nights ago?

Tuesday?

Mm-hmm.

Um, I was, I was with Mr. Taylor.

Mr. Taylor?

The wellness mentor?
What were you doing?

We weren't discussing
the French New Wave.

So you're having an affair

with the...

with the P.E. teacher.

Only on Tuesday nights.

He had a busy schedule.

Look, every mom at Starford knows

that the movement and wellness program

is one of the best
benefits of the school.

I mean, the man is as
dumb as a box of hair,

but he does know how to move.

While I check into your alibi, uh,

can you tell us, are
there any other people

that you can think of that
had a grudge against Debbie?

Are you, are you kidding?

Who didn't hate the Wicked
Witch of the Westside?

She held the keys to the most
exclusive school in the city,

and she never let anyone forget it.

We were told that she
was very well loved.

Well, the hairlines and the perky boobs

aren't the only phony things

at that school.

You want to know who killed her?

You should go to that grieving
gathering they're throwing.

All her frenemies will be there.

Never seen you so worried
about an outfit, Decker.

Not picking up the first
coat off the floor as usual?

Nope.

No, I'm not.

I am going

to a grieving gathering at the school,

and, well, you should
see the other parents.

They are very fancy.

It's...

You know what?

Never mind. I don't
want to make you sick

- with my feelings.
- No.

Come on. I'm listening, I promise.

No more earbuds.

Okay, Trixie might get
into this private school,

and it could be really,
really good for her.

But it's super exclusive,

and I'm not sure that I want
her in that kind of environment.

That's what you're so worried about?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

A school like that is great for Trixie.

You think so?

Yeah.

Fancy-pants rich kids?

They're like vipers, okay?

Trixie will learn to
slash them with her words.

Then I will teach her the knives.

Oh, okay.

I think... I know you're trying to help,

but, uh, I don't think

you can help me with... with this now.

Hi.

Uh, Chloe Decker. Uh, Trixie's mom.

Just you?

Alone?

Just me, alone.

Yeah.

Aw.

That must be difficult.

Actually, she's with me.

Oh. Two mommies?

Oh, hell yeah.

- Um...
- Trixie's a handful,

definitely a two-woman job.

Right, honey?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Look, I'm not good at listening.

Or talking about emotion stuff.

But I do know you don't let your girl

go into enemy territory alone.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

I guess networking is the new grieving.

Mm-hmm.

You're Trixie's moms, right?

- Mm.
- I'm the event coordinator here.

I just wanted to tell you

that we'd be so happy to have
you as part of the family.

Mid-afternoon yoga always
needs more volunteers.

I would love to, but mid-afternoons,

I'm at my job.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

She's a homicide detective.

Oh.

She has a gun and everything.

A real pistol in the sack, too.

Oh!

Jokester.

I wish I had time for a job.

But you know what they say:

exceptional child, exhausted mom.

Mm-hmm.

I've never heard anyone say that.

Doesn't makes sense.

Maze, look at everybody.
Look at these parents.

Who has a kid and is this put together?

Use those detective skills, Decker.

Get out of your own head. Look around.

All right.

That entire table over there

is just waiting for that
couple to go nuclear.

Oh, when that woman walked in,

the entire room started
commenting on her cheek-filler.

- Hmm.
- They're miserable.

And waiting to tear each other apart.

Actually...

reminds me of home.

Hmm.

You know what? You're right.

They love gossip.

And the juicier, the better.

You know what?

Let's give them something to talk about.

Don't do that.

Careful, brother.

Too much of that will make you go blind.

Mom was right.

I can't make it work.

Ah, I see. You're up here

practicing a different kind
of self-flagellation, are you?

Hoping for a celestial spark?

You don't even have your powers.

Yeah, thanks for that reminder, Luci.

You know, I also don't seem

to have much of Mom's attention anymore.

Because, unlike you,

I don't have some glorious
destiny to wield the sword.

And what's so great

about Mum's attention?

She nearly killed me
in the car park earlier,

trying to help me achieve that destiny.

Oh, good job warning me she's
strong enough to lift a house,

by the way.

Same old Luci, always the victim.

Can't you just be grateful for once?

You're the Lightbringer!

Am I?

Am I, indeed?

'Cause so far, it's
just Mum's word against,

well, reality.

What if she's wrong, brother?

She's been acting very odd recently.

On edge.

This obsession with getting home,

it's a bit much, don't you think?

You see, I thought we
all wanted to go back.

You know I don't lie, brother.

So trust me when I say
nothing would make me happier

than Mum getting her wish.

Then you need to stop
fighting this, Luci,

and find a way

to get the sword to work.

Because whether we like it or not,

it is all on you.

Lightbringer.

You, uh, call this pât�, huh?

I know, right?

You know, say what
you will about Debbie,

but that woman knew
how to cater a party.

You're married to that cop, right?

Yeah.

Actually, can you keep a secret?

My wife is very close

to making an arrest.

We think the killer
might actually be here.

She found evidence just tonight.

DNA.

It's in the car right now.

Somebody here is going to jail.

Oh, but keep that on the DL, all right?

Knuckles.

Five gossips down, a
couple more to be safe.

No, look, this is plenty.

Let's hope they take the bait.

Okay, all I have to do now

is stake out the car,
if the killer is here,

they'll go out there for the evidence.

Ah.

Just the person I'm looking for.

- Mr. Morningstar.
- Yes.

Look, I'm willing to give
your Kumbaya curriculum

a second look.

Perhaps if I'm more specific
about what I want out of it:

uh, less watercolors,

more, sort of, heavenly flames?

Are you following me?

Sorry, do you need something
out of the detective's car?

Uh, uh, yeah, she-she asked
me to grab something for her.

Ah.

Well, let's get that over with,

so we can focus on what's important: me.

Uh, don't tell her I,
uh, got a copy made.

She gets all fussy about
things like illegal duplicates.

So, uh, do you do private tutoring?

'Cause I'm free most of the time.

Specifically now.

Yeah.

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Uh, Madison said she needed
something from your car.

What?

She's the killer.

That's quite a leap, Detective.

No, it isn't. Lucifer, please, she...

My gun's in the car.

Well, why didn't you
tell me all this earlier?

Put your hands up.

Stay back!

- Stay back!
- Madison,

- put down the gun.
- Yes.

Perhaps if you channel your feelings

into something other than bullets,

that might...

Okay.

I said stay back!

Okay, got it.

Oh, you!

This is all your fault!

With your stupid

handsome face and your chiseled abs

and your huge...

You slept with the P.E. teacher, too?

Well, the movement and wellness
mentor, Detective, but...

Madison, if I've learned
anything here tonight,

it's that everyone here has secrets.

No one's perfect.

Okay?

But we didn't have sex.

Well, I mean, okay, one time.

But, come on, that was, like, years ago.

One time was all it took.

This is about your son, isn't it?

What? You mean the boy

in the class with the special
diet of boogers and paste?

Lucifer.

I...

God knows I love Ranger,

but he's not very smart.

My husband is,

and that witch Debbie
put two and two together.

And she told you that she was gonna

expose Mr. Taylor as Ranger's

real father.

She hated how all the moms loved him.

My husband would've left me.

Madison, I understand.

You were just thinking
of your son's future.

I-I get it. I-I'm a mother, too.

Um, maybe you remember
Trixie, my daughter.

Th-The little girl who was sad

because her mom had such a scary job.

That's me. She's my daughter.

So, please,

Madison, put down the gun.

I'm so sorry.

I-I got so angry,

I couldn't control myself.

What? Hold on.

All this talk about
controlling your emotions

and harnessing them for
creation was all just a sham?

I tried so hard to make it real.

We can't control our emotions.

We just have to keep try...

Listening to feelings,
it's not my thing.

Right, honey?

You know, if I were you,

I'd take my child out of this school.

Terrible place.

Wait.

I'm a father?

That's awesome.

Here you go.

How cute this guy is.

So...

I went back to that school today.

And I think they'd let
you in if you wanted to go.

So how do you feel about that?

Well, can I tell you how
it made me feel being there?

Well, at first,

it made me feel insecure and worried.

I mean, the school is so fancy,

and all the other
mommies seemed so perfect.

But guess what I found out.

What?

That the other mommies,

they were just as worried as I was.

And they were just
pretending to be perfect.

Is it bad to pretend?

No, not always, Monkey.

I mean, sometimes people feel like...

like they have to pretend
that everything's okay.

But...

And this is the most important part...

You and me,

we never have to

pretend with each other.

I really didn't like that school.

I didn't like it either.

Thanks for telling me, Monkey.

It turns out you were right, Doctor.

It's impossible to
control your feelings.

And anyone who does risks
turning into a murderous lunatic

with a child of below-average
intelligence, so...

Yeah, well, I'm sure

at least some of that,
that's inaccurate.

But I'm glad you've come around.

Are you ready to be
more forthcoming now?

Yes, I suppose.

If that's what it takes
to get you to help me.

So...

um...

I wasn't lying before, obviously.

I do intend to use the Flaming Sword

to cut through the Gates of Heaven.

But what you left out...?

Is that once I do that,

I plan on kicking Mum into Heaven

and slamming the gates on her backside.

But she'll be trapped there,

on her own.

Won't God destroy her?

Hopefully, they tear each other apart.

Then they'll both get what they deserve.

What's that?

Punishment.

For manipulating me.

I mean, Dad set a trap for me,

but Mum was the one who made
sure that I fell into it.

She was the one that
made sure that I felt...

that I...

that I felt things that I
don't want to feel anymore.

That, right there,

that what you stopped
yourself from feeling,

that's exactly what you need to feel.

What, the anger?

Oh, I feel it.

Not the anger.

The pain.

That's what you've been suppressing.

All the pain and heartbreak

that you have over what
happened with your mother.

And Chloe.

I know it's difficult.

But the only way to
get over that pain...

is to go through it.

So you think you've figured it out?

Yes.

And you're sure this time?

Just...

let me do it, Mum, please.

That's it?!

You must not be feeling enough!

Trust me.

That's it. That's all I've got!

You have to try harder.

- What?
- Try harder!

Mom! That's enough!

I'm not broken.

The sword must be.

Okay.

Okay, then we'll fix it.

There's plenty of time.

Of course.

You're right, son.

There's plenty of time.

Just not for me.

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