All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E12.1080p.BluRay.AV1-PTNX

- Previously on Lucifer...
- I figured out that you're

the one who grabbed
the Sinnerman.

- I told you, I did this for us.
- For us.

I had your back on this,
and for whatever reason,

you still felt the need
to go behind mine.

I just read the crime scene
report, and holy burrito bowl!

Lopez, just stop talking!

It was weird

seeing you and Amenadiel
so chummy.

I don't want you two
getting together.

I understand.

I can see why Lucifer's
so affected by you.

It's because you're
special, Decker.

What if the Sinnerman

was the one working
for someone else?

The world's first murderer,
marked by God

and doomed to walk the Earth
alone for a tortured eternity.

It's quite the moniker.
Wouldn't you agree, Cain?

Thanks for the drink.

Figured it's the least
I could do.

After all, I am the reason

you're leaking
all over my floor.

Well, gosh, we have so much
to catch up on, don't we, Cain?

Or would you
prefer Mr. Cain?

Make it sound official?

Let's just stick with Pierce.

Very well.

Why all the games, Pierce?

- No games.
- Oh, really?

Now you'll claim your arrival

- on my doorstep's simply coincidence?
- No.

I'm the one that had you knocked
out and left in the desert.

- I see.
- That's all I did.

So you're gonna blame everything
else on your eyeless stooge?

He wasn't a stooge.
He was my right-hand man.

Until you shot him dead.

Excellent way to repay
his loyalty, by the way.

He went rogue.

I have no idea
why he did what he did.

That's why I had
to take him out.

You know, for an immortal,

you really do bleed a lot,
don't you?

Yeah.

I'm still human.
I still feel

all the pain that
comes with death.

It's just the wounds heal.

- Oh, sounds like a bitch.
- Yeah, well, I don't have to tell you

what sort of sick sense of humor
your father has.

Which is why I'm surprised
that you're working with Him.

Well, there's no sense
in denying it now.

I know

you gave me back
my wretched wings.

I know you took
my devil face.

So tell me, what did
He offer you in return?

I would never work
for your father.

And I had nothing to do with
your wings or your devil face.

I don't believe you.

I don't care.

Now, after getting stabbed

and killing the closest thing
I had to a friend,

I've had a long day.

Where do you think
you're going?

You can't just
walk out on me.

Or what?
You'll kill me?

I'll tell everyone
who you really are!

Go ahead.

They don't even believe
you're the Devil.

Maze, what the hell was that?

Testing a new blade.

Making sure
it's kill ready.

It is.

Maze, you can't just throw
knives at Trixie's door.

It's dangerous, and
now we have to pay

- to have this fixed.
- Relax.

I got it covered.

Trixie's already working on

another one of
her alien drawings.

Is that why you've been putting
up all of Trixie's artwork?

- To cover up the damage?
- What?

Kid's got to make cash somehow.

Seriously, Maze?

You live in a house with people.

Is it too much to ask for
just a little consideration?

This is that human thing

where you're mad about
something else

but you're taking it out
on me, right?

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to snap at you.

I'm just, I'm-I'm upset about
what happened with Lucifer.

Ah.

After everything he did...
betraying me,

kidnapping a prisoner
right under my nose...

he hasn't even apologized yet.

And?

And what? It's not funny.

I trusted him enough
to break the rules with him.

He didn't care
what happened to me.

All right.

Look, you're upset.

I get it.

But you have to
understand, Chloe,

you're never gonna
change Lucifer.

He is who he is.

Yeah.

I-It was so dark,

we couldn't see anything.

I thought it was just stupid
kids goofing around again.

These transients

keep coming through here
to get to our beach.

We can't stop them.

We put up signs,
but they just ignored them.

And now they're
committing murder.

I mean, what kind of monster
would do this?

That's what we're
gonna figure out.

Excuse me, please.

Hey, morning.

What do we got?

Uh, a male vic,
24 years old,

known as Manny
"The Moondog" Taylor.

Moondog?

Yeah, he's
a pro surfer.

Top of the circuit three
out of the last five years.

And, man, if you only saw what
this kid could do.

Wait a minute.
Are you surfing again?

Uh, I'm trying to get in
the water before work

as much as possible,
but you know how it is.

Yeah, only so many hours.

Yeah, that, and I'd never be
as good as this kid was.

So, blunt force trauma

to the head is
cause of death, Ella?

Nope.

No? Okay. Then what is?

Choking.

Like on a chicken bone?

Or did someone else do it
with their hands, or...?

Surf leash.

From his own board?

Not his own board.
No DNA.

Ella.

Are you okay?

Uh-huh.

- Hey.
- All right.

Well, I guess we're looking
for another surfer, then.

- Yeah, I'll start digging into Manny's personals.
- Wait. Hey.

Let's keep this quiet,
keep the press from pouncing.

- Yeah.
- It's okay, Detective!

I assume you got held up with
that needy offspring of yours

and simply forgot to call,
but no matter.

I'm here.

Actually, I chose
not to call you.

Okay.

Well, whilst I'm sure there's a
perfectly reasonable explanation

for that, there's something
very important

I need to discuss
with you first.

- Oh. Okay.
- Um...

I need your help
investigating someone.

What?

Someone very clever and cunning,
but they're lying to me,

and it's imperative
I get to the truth.

You came here to get my help?

- Very much so, yes.
- My help?

Are you having a senior moment?

No. No, I'm not having
a senior moment.

I'm finally
accepting you

for what you really are, which
is an egomaniacal narcissist!

But...

the only thing I can do...

is control how I respond.

By helping me?

By working
without you today.

Time to go home and be with
the person you love most.

Yourself.

Detective!

So Cain from the Bible

is alive.

Yes.

Is he dangerous?

Oh, probably.
I mean, we are talking about

the world's first murderer.

His own brother, no less.

Mm. And if anyone can find out
what he's up to,

it's the detective.

I just...

I don't understand
why she won't help me.

May I remind you
that you did break her trust

and kidnap a man

while working on a case
together.

Well, technically,
we kidnapped each other.

The point is...
perhaps it would help

if you saw Chloe's perspective
for a change.

I mean, friendship is
a two-way street.

Yes, but right now,
mine is clearly

the more important lane.

Okay, let's try
a different tack.

Maybe, if you thought about
how your actions affected her,

she might be more receptive
to how you feel.

So what you're saying is

I need to make it
all about her for a change?

Exactly.

And then she can make it
all about me.

Oh, that is brilliant, Doctor.

Yes.

Very good.

Should've seen that one coming.

What the hell was that, Manny?!

Hey, don't blame me 'cause you
cherry bombed your wave, dude.

I'm done with you.

You're dead, you hear me?!

You're totally dead!

Walk away.

This is "Dangerous Doug" Libby,

a nationally-ranked surfer
with a known history with Manny.

This fight took place
a week ago at Bells Beach.

Mm. It speaks
to motive,

but there's no
connection to the crime.

You can't get a
search warrant

for something as
flimsy as that.

At least, I wouldn't
give it to you.

Oh.

You know, Doug is
supposed to compete

at the Huntington
Swell Classic later.

If I can get him to voluntarily
turn over his surf leash,

can you match that to the wound
on Manny's throat?

Sure.

Okay. I'll update
the lieutenant.

You are not being
your excessively

cheery self today.
What gives?

Fine, don't tell me.

Pierce yelled at me yesterday.

He said that I talk too much.

So I'm trying to talk less.

If I fell apart
every time a man told me

that he didn't like
what I was doing,

I'd be in a million pieces
right now.

But instead, I pushed through,
rose through the ranks,

built my own firm,
and here I am.

In this entry-level D.A. job.

But he's like a hero of mine.

You need to get a thicker skin.

Stand up for yourself,
because the truth is,

nobody's gonna do it for you.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Hey.

You going somewhere?

I put in for a transfer.

Only a few days left here.

Wow. That was fast.

What can I say? I got pull.

Uh, no, no. That's
not what I mean.

I-I just mean, why?

This, uh, about what
happened with the Sinnerman?

It's about a lot of things.

I thought coming here
would fix some of them,

but nothing changes,
not for me.

Well, maybe you should take
some time to think about it.

You know? Just, um...

Look, I know how hard it is,

and confusing it is
to deal with a shooting,

and, um, if you ever need
anyone to talk to...

It's done, okay?

Let's not make a big deal
out of this, Decker.

You know,

I just don't understand it.

I've never had
a human illness before.

But sore throat,

itchy eyes, a fever...

Is it a cold? The flu?

It's chlamydia.

Excuse me?

It's a sexually
transmitted disease.

Right, but I can't
have chlamydia.

I'm an angel.

Not to worry.

A round of antibiotics

and you'll be back
to your, uh,

angelic ways.

Now, the important thing
is to focus on next steps.

Do you know
how you got it?

I have no idea.

Well, have you been engaging
in any risky sexual behavior?

Well, I did have sex
with a prostitute.

But I...

didn't know
she was a prostitute.

Uh-huh.

I've also been making love
to an amazing woman

who I have genuine feelings for.

But we have a mutual friend
that doesn't want us together,

and she is not one
to be trifled with, so...

It's, um...

complicated.

Right. Call all
your recent partners,

even the ones
before the prostitute

just in case it wasn't her.

They all need to be tested.

Hello, Detective.

Lovely day for a bit of sunshine
and sand, don't you think?

Lucifer, why are you here?

Well, I realize
that I have been remiss

in prioritizing you
in our friendship.

So I'd like
to make it up to you

by deeming today Detective Day.

What does that even mean?

Well, it means
that for the rest of the day,

everything that I do
shall be for you.

Thanks, but I'm working a case.

Ah, now, I know

that you need
to get close

to Mr. Dangerous Doug Libby.

But since you don't have
a warrant, you need to do so

without blowing your cover.
Am I right?

Maybe.

Well, that's gonna be
quite difficult, isn't it?

Unless, of course...

someone signed you up
for the competition.

This might actually help.

Yes, I know.
But wait!

There's more.

Now, since you're
going in undercover,

why not do it
with a little panache?

Nice try.
I'm not putting that on.

But I will keep the access pass.

Right.

- Uh, Detective?
- What?!

Well, you don't want to damage

that perfect skin of yours,
now, do you?

So...

how should we get close
to this Dangerous Doug?

You do nothing.
I'll handle this.

Hey, there.

Dangerous Doug?

I just wanted to say hi.
I-I'm such a huge fan.

Well, aloha.

I'm, um,
I'm new to the circuit.

I joined down in San Diego.

It's nice to meet you.

Who's the sugar daddy?

What?

Oh. Oh.

Him.

He's-he's just...
He's my sponsor.

He's totally
overbearing

and absolutely not needed.

Right.

So, anyhow, I just wanted to see

if maybe you'd want to
go surfing sometime.

I found this really
rad beach up in Malibu.

It's, um, called Carbon.

Oh, yeah, I've been there.

I know all the secret beaches.

Well, I just,
I really admire your style,

and, you know, I'd love
to check out your board...

- Is-is this your board?
- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah. Oh.
- This right here,

this is my Bonzer.
She's great on turns.

Perfect for roundhouses.

She's insane
in the barrel.

So, Dougy,

did you, uh, hurt yourself?

No. Why?

Looks like someone bit it
really hard here.

Did you hit someone?

Who'd you say you were again?

Next up,
Chloe "The Detective" Decker.

Got to be kidding me.

You're a cop?

Sorry, Dougy.

LAPD.

Sorry!

I'm afraid
this is evidence, Dougy.

- Let go!
- Okay.

See?

Detective Day.

Now, wasn't that refreshing?

A lovely day at the beach,
and you caught a murderer.

It's like the whole world
revolves around you, Detective.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

We still need to get a
confession out of Doug

or match the blood
on the board to Manny.

Well, whatever you
need, Detective.

I am solely here for you.

Look, I know what you're doing.

Being the most selfless devil
you've ever met?

You're only helping me
so that I help you back,

which is actually worse
than not helping me at all.

So thanks but no thanks.

But, Detective,
surely you can appreciate

- a benevolent gesture.
- Save it.

Lucifer, I know this case
doesn't matter to you.

- That's not...
- Ready?

Yeah.

He's dead, isn't he?

Yes, Doug. He's dead.

Oh, God.
I can't believe it.

I'm totally a killer.

Look-look, you don't understand.
He-he just came out of nowhere.

All right,
just calm down.

Take a breath and take
us through everything.

From the beginning, okay?

I was surfing, man,

and I caught
this killer wave, and...

he just came out of nowhere.

I slammed into him
with my board.

God, there was so much blood.

It was everywhere.
God.

Anytime I close my eyes,
I can...

can hear that awful sound.

He just wouldn't stop barking.

Um, I'm sorry.
Did you say barking?

That poor seal. I killed him.

I killed the dog of the sea.

Hold on a second. You...

you think you're here
'cause you killed a seal?

Yeah.

Why else would I be here?

Well...

Whoa.

Manny's dead, too?

Oh. Pardon me.

Cream? Sugar?

Or do you take it
dark and bitter like your soul?

Uh...

What?

Do you enjoy beating up on
your subordinates, Mr. Pierce?

Is that why you became
a lieutenant?

Have we even met?

Oh, Charlotte Richards.

I'm your new prosecutor,

and you are
just that kind of bully

that makes me miss
my old self.

If I wasn't on the road
to virtue and righteousness,

I would crush you
like a cockroach.

I believe you.

But, look, I don't know
what this is about.

I'm sorry
if I offended you somehow.

Oh, I'm not the one
you should be apologizing to.

Ella Lopez

may be astonishingly perky
and optimistic,

but she doesn't deserve to have
her spirit crushed by anyone,

especially not
a man who,

for some unknown reason,
she looks up to.

Hmm. Shame on you.

Ah, Detective, please.
I really need your...

Ah, Detective Douche.

Daniel. Sorry. Sorry, old habit.

I think it's because
I'm distressed,

and I need your advice.

Now, you've managed

to offend the detective
more than anyone,

to the point where
she actually divorced you.

Yet, you always seem
to bounce back. How?

- Okay, first off...
- Hmm.

our divorce was mutual.

Mm-hmm. Right. And?

And it's not brain surgery, man.
Y-You just...

You got to find a way...

to be thoughtful
without getting in her face.

Like, this one time,
I made her breakfast in bed.

French toast, whipped
cream, homemade jam.

Man, she really loved it.

And, you know, maybe

if I had done
more things like that, sh...

Sh...

I wouldn't be standing alone,
talking to myself.

This is the RX-5500.

World's most deadly
hunting knife.

Made with
Friction Forging,

it's so sharp it can literally
cut bone like butter.

And now...

I want you

to get what
you deserve.

Oh, God.

It's a gift, stupid.

For being such a great friend.

Look, I really appreciate
how you handled

the whole me not wanting you
and Amenadiel to bone thing.

This is unnecessary, Maze.

Stop it.

Okay? You deserve it.

Look...

there's something
I need to tell you.

Oh.

What?

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Is that it?
Whatever.

Stupid Amenadiel.

Sorry. You were saying?

- Is everything okay?
- Eh, no big deal.

He's just whining
about having chlamydia.

Yeah.

Dodged that bullet, huh?

Yep.

Bullet dodged, all right.

Hey. So, forensics came back,

and I can't believe
I'm saying this.

Blood on the board?
Definitely seal blood.

Well,
I did some digging myself.

Apparently there is
a Huntington surf gang

known as the Orcas.

Know what their M.O. is?

Using surf leashes
to choke people

and scare them off their turf.

- Any confirmed murders?
- No, not yet.

But there's always a first.

Their leader,
known as Wildchild,

has been picked up
almost a dozen times

for battery, vandalism,
assault with a deadly weapon.

These guys do not mess around.

Okay, but if the Orcas
are from Huntington Beach,

what were they doing
up at Carbon?

According to these,

the Orcas tag
was recently put up all around

where Manny's
body was found.

So, I don't know.
Maybe they're expanding?

Okay, only problem is a graffiti
tag doesn't prove murder.

Right. We need leverage.

We need to force one of
the Orcas to roll over. But how?

These surfers are like a tribe.

I have an idea.

This isn't a good idea.

Trust me. It's gonna work.

Okay, maybe it'll work.

Dan, do you see anything?

I see some Orcas,

but no sign
of their big bad leader yet.

Don't let your guard down
just yet.

Wildchild just pulled up.

Should be coming
at you any minute.

Are you sure
Espinoza's up for this?

He's fine.
All he has to do

is get the Orcas riled enough
that they try and rough him up.

He yells the safe word, we
move in; it's a piece of cake.

Although, I don't know
how I'm supposed

to get "surf's up"
casually in a sentence.

I mean, maybe we should consider
using a different safe word.

Good luck, Espinoza.

Copy.

All right, Dan,
you're up.

Wildchild's
on the beach.

How do I look?

You look like
you're about to get

your ass kicked by a girl.

When you pick up your
jaw, remember that the Orcas

don't move a muscle
without Wildchild's nod.

So stay on task, okay?

Trust me.

I know how to tick off a lady.

No, Mazikeen, I don't think
the detective wants a knife.

I'm trying to be
thoughtful here.

Hello?

Well, someone's in a mood today.

What, as if the detective
doesn't have

enough on her plate already!

Deary me...

Good thing for her she's got
a partner to pick up the slack.

Right.

Now what do I do?

Okay, I've done
everything I can imagine

to be helpful
to the detective,

and I'm literally
out of ideas.

Can you think of anything?

No. But you know
what would help me?

You... scrubbing
these test tubes.

I want them spick-and-span.

And, if you don't mind,

how about you do it
with a frickin' smile!

Are you feeling all right,
Ms. Lopez?

This isn't me, is it?

Afraid not. No. Uh...

I'm sorry, okay? I'm just...

I'm trying to practice

standing up for myself
against Pierce.

And I've got, like,
no time to figure it out,

- 'cause he's leaving soon...
- Wait.

What do you mean
Pierce is leaving?

Yeah. Didn't you hear?

He's about to transfer
out of the department.

No. No, no, no.

Good job.

Here goes nothing.

I guess we finally

found Espinoza's true calling.

Pissing people off.

I might actually miss
making fun of that guy.

Maybe you don't have to.

I mean, you might
find this surprising, but...

Dan has become way more
fond of you lately.

And I-I think
he appreciates your quirks,

and I'm pretty sure
he's gonna miss you.

He is?

Mm-hmm.

And so might... some others.

You know?

But point is, maybe
you don't have to go.

Ah! There you are.

What, did you come to make it
"all about me" again?

Nope. It's all
about him now.

'Cause he's crazy if he thinks
I'm letting him leave town

without finishing
our conversation.

Give us a sec, will you?

Keep an eye on Dan, will you?

After all, this is a sting.

You know, a sting?

I want answers.

You want answers?

- Mm.
- Okay.

Fine.

Go ahead.

Do your thing.

What?

- Ask me!
- Oh.

Very well... Cain.

What is it that you desire?

I want...

...to die.

What?

To die? I...

What does that have to do
with coming here, or me?

It has nothing to do with you.

And everything to do with her.

But... why?

I don't understand.

What does the detective
have to do with wanting to die?

I've walked this Earth
for thousands of years.

I have seen everything,
I have done everything.

I have watched everything
I've ever known

turn to ashes
over and over again.

It's almost like you're in...

Hell? Yeah.

And I've been searching
for a way out forever.

Keeping an eye on
every celestial on Earth

and what they're doing.

How and why they seem
to come and go.

So imagine my surprise
when I find out

there's a detective who somehow
made the Devil bleed.

For the first time, I had hope.

Maybe she could do for me
what she did for you.

Then finally you'd be free.

Yeah.

Then why kidnap me?

Because in order
to test my theory,

I needed you out of the way.

So I hired someone to knock
you out when Chloe was close.

Then zou sprouted wings
and came back early,

and screwed up
the entire plan.

So I had to think on the fly.

Hold on.

The shooter at the ranch?

Yeah.

You let him know
you were coming?

Hoping he'd react
the way that he did?

You put the detective in danger!

And even then, with Chloe
right beside me, it didn't work.

So that little bit
of hope I had?

It's gone.

Oh, boo-hoo.

What about everything else
that happened to me?

Honestly, I don't know.

You're telling the truth.

Stage one's complete.

But I got to tell you,
I think these guys are all talk.

I've pissed every single one
of them off,

and no one's moved yet.

Oh, hey, guys.

What's up?

Dan?

Dan, are you all right?

Wow.

I guess that means surf's up.

I said, surf's up.

Did I just
knock something loose,

or are you always this lame?

Well, you didn't think that a...

that a punch was gonna
scare me off, did you?

No.

Should've just
walked away, kook.

I guess that's, uh...

that's how it went down
for Moondog, huh?

What'd you say?

I-I said that must have been
what you did to my boy Moondog.

Before he died.

Doesn't make any sense.

I mean, there must
have been a reason

my wings appeared
at that moment.

There has to have been.

Maybe, but it wasn't
because of me.

I lost audio on Dan.
What's going on?

Is that blood?

Well, I mean, that could mean

any number of things,
couldn't it?

They couldn't have
gotten far. He's injured.

What in the hell
are they doing?

It's a paddle-out ceremony.

When you told us
Manny was dead, I was stunned.

'Cause Moondog was like
one of us...

a free spirit who wanted
to be one with the ocean.

At least now we know he is.

Go ahead.

Say something.

Uh...

Manny was...

a great guy.

And he meant

so much to...

a lot of people,

which is why

I came here today
to find his killer.

I thought it was
one of you guys.

Why would you think that, man?

'Cause he was strangled
by a surf leash.

And the Orcas' tags
are all over Carbon,

which is where
his body was found.

That's crazy.

Yeah, maybe,
but I saw it myself.

We don't
go up to Carbon.

Those private beaches
are all blocked off.

Those rich snobs make it clear
we're not welcome there,

so why bother?

The ocean's a big place.

Now, enough of that.

Let's take this moment.

For Moondog.

For Moondog.

Moondog.

I'm telling you guys,
I believe them.

Why? Just 'cause they put
flowers in the water?

No. Because they didn't
know I was a cop,

and their motive's
all but vanished.

I think someone's
trying to set them up.

I mean, they don't
even go up to Carbon.

It's too much
of a hassle.

Sloth... truly one of the world's
most deplorable sins.

If you want something,

you have to be willing
to go the extra mile.

What do you think?

I'm particularly proud
of the new filing system,

complete with a
"Sexy Victims" pile,

"Obvious Killers" pile.

Oh, and "Boring Crimes" pile,
to be ignored, of course.

Cannot even.
Cannot even.

Should have gone with
the French toast.

As if it wasn't bad enough
you betrayed me,

nearly costing me my job,
almost getting Dan killed...

I mean, did you really think
I was dumb enough

to help you just because
you tried to clean up my desk

and actually made it worse?

I mean, what even is that?

It's me.

Are you that self-absorbed

that you don't realize
how your actions hurt people?

Hurt me?

- Detective.
- And I can only assume

that you asked Pierce
for help, too,

which is nuts, by the way.

But I want to make
one thing clear:

you can just stop
with this selfless charade,

because I am never
going to help you

with this investigation
of yours.

Oh, I don't need
your help anymore.

Then why are you still here?

Because this case
matters to you.

Therefore, it matters to me.

We're... we're partners,
Detective.

Next time,
you want to just start there?

Next time. So we're...?

Okay.

"Hot Suspects"?

An entire folder for graffiti?

This is gonna take me forever
to re-sort, you know.

No, wait, w-what
are you doing?

It took me ages to line up these right angles.

Holy crap.
That's it. You did it.

Okay, Detective,
I get it.

You don't like the
new filing system.

- But this is a bit excessive.
- No.

The Orcas.
Remember how they said

that they never go up to Carbon
because it's private?

California has no private
beaches, which means...

Someone must have put
the signs up illegally.

And look here.

One person was cited
dozens of times

for posting at Carbon.

To you, Detective.

Hey! Hey.

What do you think
you're doing?

This is private
property.

Didn't you see the signs?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I must have missed those.

Did you happen to see them?

No.

No.

You know, someone must have
taken them down.

I don't know who
you two think you are,

but I'm calling the police.

What, you mean
like those police?

The beach signs you posted
are illegal, Justine,

and you know what that
helps with? A search warrant.

I wonder if
the officers will find

anything of interest
in there.

Yes, I wonder.
Maybe a surf leash

used to strangle a
young surfer, perhaps.

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

This is insane.

Oh, come on,
tell us the truth.

Did he steal from you?

Hmm? Did he
owe you cash?

Or perhaps it was some kind of
sexual liaison that went awry.

Really, I must know.

What the hell is wrong
with you people?

You come to my house
and accuse me of murder?

This isn't your home, Justine.

This beach doesn't belong
to anyone.

But that was the problem,
wasn't it?

You are wasting your time here.

Manny came here to surf,
you had enough, and you snapped.

No, that's not true.

Well, you say
that, Justine,

but the police officer up there
holding a surfboard says yes.

Sorry.
You were saying?

You don't get it.

I paid for this land.

I even put up signs,
but they trampled

this whole beach
like it was their own.

They trashed
this whole area,

and I just couldn't
take it anymore.

I-I had to send a message.

And that's why you framed
the Orcas for Manny's murder.

If people
were scared enough,

then finally
they would stay away.

Hold on.

So you're saying
your brazen act of violence,

it wasn't personal at all?

Manny was just a means
to an end.

You're under arrest, Justine,
for the murder of Manny Taylor.

After all that, I could
really use a glass of champagne.

Chee...

He is who he is.

This sneaking around,

I can't do it anymore,
Amenadiel.

I'm so relieved
to hear you say that,

because I feel the same way.

- You do?
- I do.

You see, I realize

that I don't want to hide
our relationship anymore.

Well, that's not
exactly what I mean.

I'm not sure if we should be...

intimate together at all.

Is this because
I have chlamydia?

Uh...

No. I mean...
I mean, it doesn't help.

I mean, I can't believe
you slept with a prostitute.

First off, I didn't know
she was a prostitute.

Secondly, you had sex
with my brother,

the biggest whore
on the planet.

How do I know you didn't
give me chlamydia?!

- Okay, how dare you?
- How dare you?

Uh, it's my doctor.

What do you know?

False positive on the chlamydia.

So, I guess
we fought for nothing.

Well, it's not
for nothing, Amenadiel.

I mean, yes,

I'm relieved
we don't have... chlamydia.

I don't think
we should be together.

I don't understand.

I feel like I'm being
a bad friend to Maze.

It doesn't matter
how much I like you.

I can't date
my friend's ex anymore.

But I do... really like you.

And I really like you.

Lopez, you got a second?

No. Me first.

I talk a lot, okay? I know that.

But most people seem
to like it, okay?

And-and what's more important
is I like it.

Okay, so even
if you hate it,

which you shouldn't,
but-but even if you do,

it doesn't give you the right to
yell at me the way that you did.

I-It was rude

and unprofessional, and-and
I think you owe me an apology.

You're right.

I was in a bad place,
and I took it out on you,

and there's no excuse for that.

I'm sorry.

You were in
a bad place? Really?

Is there anything I can do?
D-Do you need a hug?

Sure. Why not?

You're gonna miss me.

Where do you think you're going?

I didn't figure you
for the sentimental type.

Oh, believe me, I'm not.

I'm here because
I finally figured out

why my father returned my wings.

And as it turns out,

it had nothing to do
with me at all.

It was about you.

How many times
do I have to tell you

I had nothing to do
with your wings?

I know, but my father did.

He wanted to stop

you defying Him,
and He used me to do it.

You said yourself

you needed me out of the way.

And since my wings ruined
your kidnapping plan,

it seems I was
a means to an end.

So what?

It means my dad screwed us both.

But perhaps there's a way
for us to screw him back.

How?

By killing you, of course.

I thought we went
over this already.

You can't die, I know.

But I promise you,

if you stay,

I will find a way to end
your infinite misery,

if it's the last thing I do.

What makes you think
you can do that?

Well, you may have
crossed paths with God,

but you've certainly
never made a deal

with the Devil before,
now, have you?

What say we change that?

What do I have to lose?

Well, hopefully,

your life.