All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E14.1080p.BluRay.AV1-PTNX

- Previously on Lucifer...
- Cain is alive.

You know, for an immortal,

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

I still feel all the
pain that comes with death,

just the wounds heal.

I am a soldier of God.

His favorite son.

Oh, that's gonna be a thing,
isn't it?

It was weird

seeing you and Amenadiel
so chummy.

It makes me feel left out.

I'm missing time.

It's like someone else
was living my life.

I've been pretending
like I remember it all

because otherwise, everyone
would think that I'm crazy.

My Dad screwed us both.

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

If we're gonna kill you,

we have got to do it together.

What do you got for me?

I said no phone.

Sorry.

Thought I turned it off.

It's just my sister.

The cops are calling you?

Your sister's a cop?

She works in forensics.

Trust me, okay?
Just...

put the gun down.

Come on, Jay, I'm your sister.

I'm not supposed to have to
leave a message after the beep,

you're supposed to call me back.

Take off your shirt.

Don't flatter yourself.

In my quest to help you die,
I've done some research,

and I think the key
may lie in understanding

the mark
that my Father placed on you.

Oh, that's a waste of time.
I've already tried

to figure out what it means.

I've read every book, I've
analyzed every language.

Well, have you ever let
the Devil take a gander?

Didn't think so.

Okay.

Well, where's the rest of it?
The tattoo on top.

The skull and the spears.

Well, my body's
constantly healing.

I have to reapply the tattoo
every few months.

Well, why bother at all?

Because it represents
my immortality, my curse.

- I hate it.
- Yes, yes.

You hate living forever
'cause you can't see

how much fun it is.

I'll never understand you.

What?

Do you have something?

- Seriously?
- Well, it's worth a try.

God, this was much easier
in The DVC.

DVC?

My research text.
Also a movie.

By the way, Tom Hanks
is a national treasure.

Also a movie.
Not as helpful, though.

Your research was watching
The Da Vinci Code?

- And the sequels.
- No offense, Lucifer,

but I don't think
this is in your wheelhouse.

You're right.

Amenadiel's the brainy one.

We should ask him.

That's a good idea.
You think he'll help?

Well, we've grown
much closer, he and I.

I'll convince him.

En garde!

Oh, no!
No, no, no, please. Please,

don't harm me,
fierce warrior.

I-I-I surrender!

I will spare your life.

This time.

We're wearing the same shirt!

- Sushi shirt!
- Sushi shirt!

Come on in.

I don't know
what's going on out there,

but I hate it!

Oh.

Hey, Ellen.

It's Ella.

Decker's not here.

I'm, um, actually looking
for you.

Trix,

sever
their Achilles first.

If they can't walk,

- they can't betray you.
- They can't betray you.

Got it.

Okay.

What's up?

Um, well, my brother
came into town yesterday,

and I can't

get ahold of him.

Good talk. See you later.

No, wait. I-It's not like him

to just disappear.

I can't find him.

Anywhere.

And everyone says

that you are the best
bounty hunter we've got.

Ah, so he's a criminal.

No. No, no, no, no.

But... I got a bad feeling.

Please, I need
your help.

I'll pay!

Next time, lead with that.

So, does that mean
you'll help me?

No.

What do you mean, no?

God cursed Cain because
he killed his own brother.

And you want to
remove that curse,

which God placed on him
for a very good reason.

Does that even sound

like something
that I would help you do?

Well, it did,
until you put it like that.

Look, this is important to me,
Amenadiel.

I need your help.

Just take a look
at the mark, and maybe

it'll jog something
in that geeky brain of yours.

If Father wanted you
to understand Cain's mark,

He simply would've...

Send my angelic brother down
to help me?

Nice try.

We've been through a lot,
you and I.

I thought we were getting along.

I thought we were...

well, brothers, for once.

We are, Luci.

But you're also my test.

The reason Father has placed me
here on Earth without my powers.

So I need to protect you from yourself.

I gave my word, Brother.

That's not my problem.

My sources say your brother

had a meeting here last night.

- Really?
- This place belongs to a diamond dealer.

Fahrid Nasser.

Never heard of him.
But my brother

is a diamond authenticator. I
mean, makes sense he'd be here.

Well,
apparently, this Fahrid guy,

real sketchy dude.

Okay, my brother is
literally the one

who determines
if diamonds are legit.

Okay? That's the polar
opposite of sketchy.

So if he was here,
he had his reasons.

No.

No, no, no. No.

Thank God.

I mean, too bad for
this dude, but...

thank you, Big Guy.

Yeah. Huge relief.

Your brother's not dead.

Instead, he might be
the killer.

Can't believe you
called the cops.

Maze, for the last time,

stop telling people
not to call the cops.

And why wouldn't
I call this in, okay?

Even if Jay

was here, he's innocent.

Which means he might have seen
who did this.

Wait, he might be in danger.

Is this the brother
who steals cars?

Oh, no, Jay's the oldest.

- And you know how older brothers are.
- Yeah.

- Oh. I'm an only child.
- Oh.

Well, Jay is the good one.

The one we all looked up to.

I mean, I know
my family's got its issues,

but not Jay.

I mean,
he really made me believe

I could live a good life.

Mm, well, that's what eldest
brothers want you to think.

Always talking down to you

from their pedestals
that they put themselves on.

But when you need them
to help you kill someone...

where
are they then, hmm?

We still don't know
for sure, guys,

if he was even here.

- He was here.
- Maze,

I know you've got
your sources or whatever.

But I'm just saying,
until fingerprint

and DNA analysis
comes back,

- we don't know...
- I found his wallet.

Maze, where did you get that?

It was in the corner over there

when we first
walked in.

What? He's still my bounty,

and I haven't
found him.

"Jay Lopez."

It's your brother.

Which means
he's definitely...

Not the killer!

Based on the blood spatter,
the bullet was fired

from this angle, right?

It looks that way.

But this looks
like powder burn, okay?

So the only way to shoot
from this angle further back

would be if you were a lefty.

And... drumroll,
please... my brother

is a righty.

So, obviously, there must have
been another person here.

Uh, okay. Okay.

Well, we'll start looking
for this left-handed shooter.

But, in the meantime,

I really think it's
best for everybody

and-and your brother

if you just step away
from the investigation.

Okay, yeah. I-I get it.

But I'm gonna go
and try to find Jay.

I really would prefer you don't.

He could be in danger.

Okay, I'll call you

if we find anything.

Great. Now that we're done
with that charade,

shall we track down
Ms. Lopez's murderous brother

before she does?

I trust Ella's instincts.

It does seem like there was
another person here.

So, just to be safe,

let's pursue
both scenarios.

Brothers can't be trusted,
Detective.

You're just delaying
her inevitable disappointment.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I've been through some...

trauma.

And I've been avoiding it.

But, recently, um,
events have caused me to realize

that I need to...

face my fears.

Lucifer mentioned that
you worked wonders with him.

I mean, you see someone
who calls himself the Devil.

So anything I say can't sound
too crazy, right?

I haven't been
to therapy before.

Is this where I start...

telling you
what I'm going through?

Um...

a couple of months ago,

I had a near-death experience.

And I think that-that
when I was dead, um,

I think that I was in Hell,

reliving the same nightmare...

I can't help you.

Excuse me?

You need to leave.

Now.

Oh, I'm...

Of course. I'm s...

I'm so sorry to have...

to have wasted your time.

I really am beyond help,
aren't I?

Brothers.

Am I right?

I mean, you get it.
You killed yours.

I wish I had that option.

Amenadiel won't
help, I take it?

Nope.

No. I mean,
I shouldn't be surprised.

Ever since he found out
he's Dad's favorite,

he's been a bit of a dick.

- What do you mean?
- Well, lots of chest puffing

and peacocking.

I mean, even more than usual,
with that insufferably smug...

No, I mean, how do you know
that he's God's favorite?

It's a long story,
involving a flaming sword

and a space vagina.

But the quick version:

a book said it,
so it must be true.

Anyway, not to worry.

I'll find a way
to bring him round.

Our victim's Fahrid Nasser...
he's an international diamond salesman.

So it makes sense that
you'd find a loose diamond

in his office, but can you skip
to the part where you help us

track down Ms. Lopez's
disappointment of a brother?

I thought we were looking
for another suspect.

We are. Despite
Lucifer's attempt

to make this case about what's
going on with his own brother.

- You were saying, Dan?
- Well,

it would make sense to find
a diamond in a broker's office,

unless that diamond
was reported stolen.

Fortunately for us,

diamonds are
pretty easy to track.

Each one of them has
a serial number

laser-etched into it.

I usually get them to add crude
drawings to the back of mine.

- Where was it stolen from?
- A diamond boutique

in Beverly Hills.

Here's the kicker...
Fahrid, our victim,

- he's one of the store's diamond brokers.
- So, what,

he sells to them,
uses that as a cover

- to the case the joint, then robs it?
- Maybe.

File on the robbery's
pretty thin...

no security cameras,
no witnesses,

- not a lot to go on.
- All right,

well, maybe Fahrid
had an accomplice?

That could be our
other suspect.

Let's go to the jewelry store,
see if we can drum up

any new leads now that we
know Fahrid is involved.

Ah, the diamond industry...

truly the greatest trick
someone other than me

played on the world.

Thousands of dollars
for lumps of old coal.

Incredible.

Ah. Hello there.
We're here to...

We're here to...

to get a ring.

We are?

Yes. Yeah, he was
gonna surprise me.

But I knew what
he was up to.

- - We're engaged.
- Oh.

How nice.

Mm.

Sweetie, I-I don't know
if we came to the right place.

I expect a, a much...

higher clarity,
and-and the color here is blech.

Oh, I see you have
quite a discerning eye.

I have some
other wonderful options.

- Just a moment.
- Thank you.

I... am confused.

The file said that there was
no security footage.

All these cameras,
they're not new, which means

they were here at the time
of the robbery, which means

this was probably
an inside job.

Yeah, I got that part... flush out
the accomplice, et cetera, et cetera.

No, how do you know
so much about diamonds?

Well, I've watched
enough Real Housewives

to fake it with
the best of them.

Oh. Wonderful.

Really?

No. No.

These still
won't do.

How about this... why don't
I show you what I don't want?

This is what he got me
for Valentine's Day.

I didn't know that
my future husband

was that cheap.

I am not cheap.

That diamond is
of the highest quality.

Is it? Is it of the
highest quality?

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's see.

Oh.

Uh-huh, excellent color, and...

And what?

Uh, I'm sorry, uh...

I recognize
the serial number.

But, uh, this diamond is...

stolen.

- No.
- Stolen?

Can't be.

Stolen?!

You cheap son of a bitch.

I... For the last time,
I am not cheap.

- I'm gonna have to call the police.
- Oh, yes,

please, please

call the cops.

I want my future
ex-husband arrested

- for being cheap.
- R-Right. For the final time, d-darling...

No need to get
the authorities involved.

I'm Tiffany James,
the owner.

Why don't you come with me,

and we'll find you
the perfect diamond.

So, tell me exactly
what it is you're looking for.

It's funny,
Ms. James,

I was waiting for a clerk
to make a run for it,

or a security guard
to start sweating.

But the owner
of the store...

Excuse me?

Why rob your own store?

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

- I'm LAPD.
- And I'm not cheap, for the record.

But let's cut to the chase,
shall we, Tiffany?

How did you help Jay Lopez
steal diamonds

and murder Fahrid Nasser?

Who's Jay Lopez? Wait.

Fahrid's dead?

Stop prompting the witness.

Fine. But the sooner we prove
Ms. Lopez's elder brother

is a liar and a disappointment,
the better.

Would you excuse us
for a second?

Thank you.

It's obvious that
you're having

some kind of fight
with Amenadiel,

but right now you need
to focus on the case.

- Fine.
- And for the record...

I wish I had a brother
to fight with.

But...

So, you admit to
knowing Fahrid.

Of course...
he sold diamonds here.

Wow, I can't believe
he's really dead.

Oh, a complete shock to you and
all your associates, I'm sure.

So let's get on with it,
shall we?

Tell me...

Tiffany,

what is it you desire?

To punch every millennial
in the face.

Really?

I mean, I
don't disagree,

but still.

They've ruined
our entire industry.

With their social consciousness
and ethical issues.

Sales are way down
because of them.

- Do you know how hard it is to stay afloat?
- so hard

- that you have to rob your own store?
- No one was supposed

to get hurt.

We just wanted
the insurance money.

This was
an insurance scam?

- Then why kill Fahrid?
- I didn't.

Fahrid was supposed to sell
the diamonds back to us

after he cleaned them, but...

now...

Well, I mean,
if anyone is cheap...

it's her.

Oh, why are we here?

Jay would never, ever stay
in a place like this.

Two days ago, he
used his debit card

at a gas station
around the corner.

So? Dude wanted a Slurpee...
it doesn't mean anything.

You don't come into
this neighborhood

unless you have a reason...
and if you're here

to do criminal activity, you
come to a hotel that takes cash.

- He is not a criminal.
- Yeah.

You've... never seen

this guy, right?

Have you seen him?

Unless you got a warrant,

I ain't answering
either of you.

Aah! Aah!

I'm gonna give you two choices.

I can either
break your arm...

...or I can cut your...

Maze! Just...

Do you have

a brother, sister,

anyone who you care about,
who it would just kill you

if you didn't know where they were,
if they were safe?

Threatening his family?

Hard-core, Ellen.

Ten bucks an hour
ain't worth this.

No Jay here. See?

Oh, no.

Michael Knight.

Who's that?

Knight Rider.

Jay's favorite show.

Doctor.

I got your text.
What's wrong?

Charlotte Richards.

What about her?

She came to see me...
as a client.

Oh, good, good.

She took my advice.

Why would you
send her to me?

Because you're the best.

She tried to kill me.

When she stepped
into my office,

everything she did
came rushing back.

Doctor...

my mother is gone.

Charlotte Richards
has done nothing to you.

She's just an innocent woman
who needs help.

Here.

At least she
didn't try and kiss you.

Hey, Chloe.

This is Don Zeikel,
the insurance adjustor

that covers
Tiffany James's store.

I'm in your debt.

It's rare we actually catch
insurance fraud.

Makes me miss being a cop.

Bet you don't miss the sad amounts
on the pay stubs.

No. Better Scotch and stylish
clothes don't make up

for that rush you get
when you catch a bad guy.

Now that I've gone corporate,
I just pay out the claims.

- Why's that?
- Oh, it's practically an untraceable crime

if the thieves
got a cleaner.

- A cleaner?
- It's someone who can replace

the microscopic serial
numbers on the diamonds.

- Like a diamond authenticator.
- sure.

Why? You know of
an authenticator involved?

- Not yet.
- Well,

please keep me
in the loop.

Great. Thank you.

Why do I get the feeling that
our two-pronged investigation

just lost a prong?

We got to find
Ella's brother.

You got any siblings?

Thousands and thousands.

Yeah. It could
feel like that sometimes.

You close to
any of 'em?

My family
doesn't do "close."

We mostly tortured
each other.

Aw, man, us, too.

My brothers used
to put their knees

on my arms and dangle a
loogie right over my face.

- Sounds horrifying.
- But then,

if I was ever in trouble,

they always had my back.

No matter what.

This is it.

Whoa!

No need to go all kung fu
on this innocent door.

Well, aren't you full
of surprises.

Nice job, Ellen.

It's Ella.

Jay?

So I finally get to meet
the infamous Amenadiel.

Look, I know who you are,
and I know what you want.

But I can't help you.

- Sorry.
- Oh, come on,

- buddy, I just want to chat.
- Yeah? About what?

The weather.

Sports.

By chance, you have any
idea how annoying it is

to be an immortal
human being?

I can't say that I do.

Oh, well, let me
enlighten you.

You see, first you get to
watch everyone you love die,

over and over.

And that sucks.

And on top of that, it's boring.

I've been everywhere
there is to go.

Tried every kind of food.

Sex. Music.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

Have you tried Game of Thrones?

It's been a literal
Hell on Earth.

Well, the punishment
fits the crime, Pierce.

A little harsh
if you ask me.

My Father always
has His reasons.

Right.

I've always wondered

who your Father would assign
such an important task.

It must have been someone
He really trusted.

Maybe... His favorite son.

You marked me, didn't you?

Yeah. It was me.

- And you deserved it.
- I didn't come here

to argue right or wrong.
In fact,

I just need your help.

And, see, the good
news for me is,

this can actually hurt you now.

You put this mark on me.

Now you're gonna tell me
how to get rid of it.

I didn't kill anyone!

And what better way

to prove it than
by swinging a bat at us?

I thought you were
trying to kill me.

No, we're trying
to help you, Jay.

Your wallet was found
at the scene of a murder.

What the
hell's going on?

Fahrid, the dead guy?

- Yeah?
- He was a gem broker I worked with in L.A.

a few times in the past.

He hired me to authenticate
some diamonds.

Stolen diamonds.

If they were stolen,
I had no idea.

But now that I
think about it,

Fahrid was acting
kind of strange.

- Strange how?
- Jumpy. He must have made me jumpy, too, cause I had to pee.

I was in the bathroom
when it happened.

You know how I get
when I'm nervous.

When I was in there,
I heard arguing

and then gunshots.

After I came out, I saw
Fahrid. He was... dead.

I was freaked out,
so I bailed.

Hmm.

Ella!

I work for the cops, Jay!
I could've helped you.

- Why? Why did you...?
- I didn't want to worry you. stop!

Please, be civilized.

I know it looks bad, but
you got to believe me. I...

I didn't kill anyone.

Hey, Chloe.
What's up?

So we've had no luck

finding this supposed
other person.

We may need to

consider other scenarios.

Like that maybe Jay...

wasn't just a witness
to the murder.

Look, I know that this is tough,
but I think it's best

if we talk
to Jay first.

So, have you had any
luck finding him?

No. No luck.

Okay.

Okay. Well,

let us know if you do.

She's lying.

Who's lying?
Your stylist?

Ella. More and more,
it looks like

her brother Jay
might be our shooter.

And because she's
too close to it,

she can't see
the facts clearly.

We need
to get inside Ella's head,

figure out where
she's taking Jay.

If you were her,
where would you guys go?

Ooh. Uh... strip club.

- Comic-Con.
- Bar.

A forensics
convention.

- Strip club.
- Dude, you already said that.

Why would Ella take her
brother to a strip club?

- For the free buffet.
- Above all else, Ella's dedicated

to her job. If she truly thinks
Jay is innocent,

she's gonna want
to prove it, which means...

She'll go back to
the crime scene.

So what's it gonna be,
Amenadiel?

You gonna help me die,
or vice versa?

Do as you must,
because I can't help you.

You're proud. I get it.

You don't want to upset Daddy.

You might not care
if you get killed.

Are you willing to let an
innocent die for pride?

You wouldn't.

I killed my own brother.

What makes you think

I wouldn't kill some random
person to finally have peace?

Maybe the guy wearing
the scarf indoors.

No one'll miss him.

Enough!

Yes. I gave you the mark.

But I was only
the messenger, Pierce.

I have no idea how to remove it.

Actually, I believe you.

Everybody out! Now!

What are you doing?!
I told you everything I know.

I thought you wouldn't
have been of any use,

but I needed to make sure.

So now what?

Well, now I finally get
to kick your angelic ass.

You know, that didn't feel
as good as I'd hoped.

But you know what they say.

At first you don't succeed...

This won't end well for you.

Your Shotokan's not bad.

How's your hapkido?

- Better than yours.
- Yeah?

This is getting fun.

Are you still having fun?

Don't make me do this.

Do what?
You gonna kill me?

Don't think a little death...
is gonna stop me.

Okay, walk me through
exactly what happened.

Like I said, I was
in the bathroom

when I heard
the gunshots.

Then I stayed quiet.

- After I saw the gunman leave, I came out.
- Whoa, whoa, wait.

You saw the shooter?

Yeah, I peeked
out from the door

and saw him standing
over Fahrid.

Jay, if you saw him,
you can identify him.

He wore all black
and a ski mask.

I-I didn't get a
good look at him.

Come on. Think, Jay. Think.

There has to be something
that you remember.

Wingtips. The guy wore
red wingtip shoes.

Does that help?

Everything helps.

Okay, so you said you saw him
from the bathroom, right?

Jay, the... door opens outward.

So?

So... Jay,
from your vantage point inside,

it would have been impossible

for you to see the killer
standing over the body.

Look, I saw what I saw.

Where's the stash room?

If Fahrid is
a diamond thief,

he'd definitely have
a stash room.

And if I were him,

I would hide it right...

here.

Looks like
laser-engraving equipment.

Ella?

What the hell, Ella!
Did you call the cops?

I trusted you!

No. I swear,
I didn't call them!

- This is much more fun than a strip club.
- Is that a stash room?

- Yeah. Full of laser-engraving equipment.
- Ah!

Seems that Don Zeikel fellow

you were telling me about
was onto something.

Who was onto what?

He's the insurance adjuster
for the missing diamonds.

He said that equipment replaces
the serial number

on the stolen diamonds.

Is that what you were doing?

Okay, fine.

Yeah, I was in here

cleaning the diamonds.

But it was a one-time thing.

Jay, stay calm.

Relax, Jay. We'll
go to the precinct,

talk about this,
figure it out.

But first you need
to put the gun down.

Why? No matter what
I say or do,

you're not gonna
believe me.

So what's the point?

Wait! You don't have to do this.

Oh, Ms. Lopez.

You still think he's innocent?

Well, Ellen...

...it's been fun.

You can't leave.

Why? Job's done.

But Jay needs our help! I mean,

so he got mixed up
with some bad dudes.

Okay, he's not a murderer.

He's like Harrison Ford,
but less growly.

The whole police force thinks
that he's guilty now.

We need to get to him first.

You hired me to find
him. I found him.

The fee doesn't include
post-seizure baby-sitting.

Please.

Fine.

I could stay...

for a price.

But...

I thought... you and I...

you know, we-we connected.

You really don't care at all

about helping me
find my brother?

You mean the brother
who forged diamonds,

pulled a gun on us,
probably killed a guy,

and who's definitely been
lying to you all this time?

No, not particularly.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe Jay's not who
I thought he was.

Maybe it was... all a lie?

No, but you know what?

Family shouldn't do that
to each other.

I mean, we're supposed
to help each other.

Okay.

Good talk.

No sign of him.

That was certainly exciting,
wasn't it?

- Go ahead. Say it.
- I...

"I told you so,
your brother's a killer."

Come on, say it... that you
were right all along.

Ms. Lopez, uh...

How could I have
been so blind?

I mean, Jay lied to
me about everything.

He obviously lied about
seeing the killer, too.

Not necessarily. Ella?

Wait. Maybe Jay did
see the killer,

not from the bathroom,
but from right here.

What exactly
did he say he saw?

Uh, a guy wearing a mask

and... red wingtip shoes.

Wingtips? Oh.

That's oddly strong
footwear game for a murderer.

Yeah. Stylish.

I think I know
who killed Fahrid.

Fahrid told me
you'd be at this hotel

right before
you killed him.

I'm not letting you get away
with this.

You're Fahrid's
diamond nerd.

I should've figured
you'd be in town.

I'm getting blamed
for what you did.

You're gonna confess
to the murder.

Whatever you want.

Let-let's go to the police.

I-I'll tell the truth.

No!

Do it right now.

Call the cops.

Sure thing.

Uh, can I use your phone?

Mine's dead.

Never held a gun
before, have you?

You're gonna kill me now, too?

No. Need you to clean
those diamonds, first.

Then I'll kill you.

Ella, you're
too close to it.

- No, Chloe, I can help. It's my brother.
- Hey, hey.

Just trust me, okay?

I promise you,
we got this.

That's gonna leave a mark,

at least for a little while.

We don't have to do this.

You didn't have to curse me,
either,

but you did that, didn't you?

Accept the punishment
that you deserve.

You know nothing

about what I deserve.

Oh, I know that my Father is
punishing you

because you killed
your own brother.

Yeah, notice anyone else in here

who plotted to kill
his own brother?

No, that was different.

Well, it was only different
'cause you failed.

We are nothing alike.

Yeah, you're right.

At least I had the balls
to do it myself.

You pawned the task off on
someone else, you're worse.

And if this is the punishment
that I get for my crimes,

what do you deserve?

There it is,
that look on your face.

That's what I wanted.

That feels good.

Little help?

Jay.

Get the hell
out of here,

crazy woman who I don't know.

And leave you with this psycho
killer, Jay? Are you nuts?

See? Left-handed.

- I knew you were innocent.
- Are you two done?

LAPD knows that you killed
Fahrid Nasser,

thanks to your
"on fleek" shoe game.

Look, Fahrid and I
had a good thing going.

For years, he'd
steal the diamonds,

I'd write the claim,
we split the money.

But the bastard
got greedy.

Cut me out.
Nobody cuts me out.

Look, man, I'll do
whatever you want.

Just leave her out of this.

Sorry. She's
seen my face.

You okay?

That's so Maze.

Hi.

Hey.

So, the knife...

just came out
of nowhere, huh?

Yep, just random blade
out of thin air.

I mean, anyone
could've thrown it.

Crazy.

Ella, I know it was Maze.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

She's my roommate.
I recognize the knife.

But don't worry,
she's not in trouble.

She was just trying
to protect you, right?

She saved my life.

So I doubt the DA
will press charges.

All he did was intend to
change the serial numbers

on the stolen diamonds;
it's not a crime.

Lucky Jay.

I'm sure if any other cop
had been working this case,

he would have ended up
in prison or worse.

So, well done, Detective.

Oh, my God.

Did the world just
turn upside down?

Did you just admit
to being wrong?

I wouldn't
quite go that far...

...but I'm sure if you
had a brother, he...

he would be very proud of you.

Thank you.

Anyway, this whole torrid affair

started with a bag
of stolen diamonds,

so where are the diamonds?

Well, we're still
checking Zeikel's stuff.

You know, houses, cars.

I'm sure they'll turn up.

Indeed.

Uh, did I forget something
at your office?

No. I, uh, I actually,

I actually came to apologize.

For what?

For refusing to treat you.

My extreme reaction

had nothing to do with
how scary...

...your story sounded.

Believe me, I've heard
much, much worse.

I was holding you accountable

for things you simply didn't do.

I hurt you, didn't I,
during my lost time?

It doesn't matter.

It wasn't you.

So if you want to come back
for a session,

I'd... I'd like to try and help.

I don't need handouts.

I mean, you don't have
to treat me.

I think I do...

for both of us.

I just have to
check one thing.

Ow!

Excellent.

Ah, the slow hand clap,

it never gets old, does it?

Hey, man.

It's not what it looks like.

Save it.

Evil Lopez.

Clearly this wasn't
a "one-time deal."

It seems you're not
quite as virtuous

as your sister would
like to believe.

Whatever, man. You don't know
what it's like

making sure
everyone's looked after.

It all falls on me.

Ah, so you felt entitled

to stick your hand in
the proverbial cookie jar

because it
"took care of your family"?

It started small.

I had to bail a brother out.

Then Abuela needed surgery.

Guess who they
all came to.

I didn't choose this.

But the Armani suit must help
ease the pain.

I take care
of my family,

so if I get a little
bit, too, so what?

I'm not perfect.

But you like them to think
that you are.

When, really, you're no better
than them.

You're gonna tell Ella,
aren't you?

All right, just...

let me do it.

She should hear it from me.

You're not gonna tell her
anything.

And neither am I.

You're not?

No.

Ms. Lopez puts a lot
of faith in you,

and losing that faith
would hurt her.

And I won't allow
that to happen.

I'll get my act
together, I promise.

No need to promise, Jay Lopez.

Because I'll be watching you,

and if you ever
disappoint her again...

I'll come for you.

Bloody hell.

What does the other
guy look like?

Immortal.

I'm the one that gave
Pierce his mark, Luci.

Right.

So that's why you wouldn't help.

Didn't want to remove
your handiwork.

All of this has nothing to do
with me.

I... I couldn't just remove it,
even if I wanted to,

because it's supposed
to be there.

Father cursed him for a reason.

I know you think

you're friends with Pierce.

I get it, but I am
warning you, Luci.

He has but one selfish goal.

And working with him

will only incur Father's wrath.

What the...?

That's the bloody point.

Look, I know...

you're just being
a good older brother.

Trying to protect me, 'cause
you think I need protecting.

Yes, that's right, because
I am my brother's keeper.

I am grateful,

Brother, truly, I am.

But I don't need protecting.

All that I am saying

is that this alliance with
Pierce will not end well.

Well, one can only hope.

And all I'm saying

is that if you
continue to meddle,

Amenadiel...

...then you will be in my way.

Well, then, Brother.

Yes.

I guess I'll be in your way.