All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E17.1080p.BluRay.AV1-PTNX

- Previously on Lucifer...
- I'm going to remove

Pierce's immortal curse

so he can finally die.

I shall fly down to Hell,

pluck your brother's soul
and drop it into a vacant body.

This would make you innocent.

- Amenadiel's nice.
- If he were nice,

he wouldn't be sneaking around
behind my back with my friend.

When will you understand that
we were trying to protect you?!

I don't believe you.

I know this is scary,
but we need to start

- in your Hell.
- There are

so many things that Father
can still take away from you.

There is a bomb.

If they move,
the whole thing blows.

I just wanted
to say thank you again.

- I couldn't have done it without you.
- Without me,

you wouldn't have been in danger
in the first place.

If the detective had died,
it would have been my fault.

I know I promised

to help you end your curse,

but we need to dissolve
our unholy alliance.

The risk is too great.

I'll put it on.

Ladies and gentlemen, Axara!

Oh, my God, Jill?

- Jill?
- Stay back! Everyone, stay back!

Jill?

Oh, Jill.

Jill?

Help me!

Someone help!

Somebody help!

I've decided to take myself out
of the spotlight.

My Father's spotlight,
to be exact.

So, no more killing Pierce
to get back at your dad?

Correct.

I mean, that whole "mark of
Cain" thing was so dreary,

so nihilistic.

There are far better ways
to spend my time.

- Oh?
- Yes.

Well, I could brew my own
artisanal beer.

Take a nude painting class.

Buy that pet shark
I've always wanted.

Maybe you're taking a step back
because of the bomb scare

that threatened
both you... and Chloe.

Don't be ridiculous.

We're in the line of fire
every day, doctor.

I mean, it's all part
of being heroes

- for the people.
- Don't get me wrong,

If the bomb was God targeting
Chloe for your defiance,

then maybe it's good
that you're quitting.

Well, quitting is a strong word.

I'm just saying,

sometimes we push
boundaries we shouldn't,

and cause rifts with
people we care about.

It's only fair

we take our share
of responsibility in a conflict,

even if the other is...
somewhat irrational,

demonic, even.

Indeed. Nothing wrong

with dousing the flames
of contention.

- Exactly.
- Right.

- Maybe even apologize.
- Well, let's not go crazy.

But perhaps I can stop poking
the bear that is my Father.

Get off his radar
for a bit, you know?

Mellow out.

What do you want, Lopez?

You know, I just noticed that
you may be a little blue.

So...

Ta-da!

To cheer you up.

Nope, it's not new kicks.
It's better.

It's... a compliment box.

I went around the precinct
and asked everyone

to write a positive
little note about you.

- Why?
- So...

that whenever
you're feeling down,

you can just pull one out,
and it'll perk you right up.

Like, maybe now would be a good time.

"Pierce has nice arms."

Well, agreed. You sure do.

"The lieutenant has
really great arms."

Right again.
Two arms, two compliments.

"Pierce...

"is...

"wicked smart, so funny,

generous and amazing."

Now that is a compliment.

It says I have really nice arms,
doesn't it?

Nah, nah, 'cause
that'd be really awkward

and weird, you and me here
talking about a third arm.

And, um, I need to go
check on a lab thingy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I've been trying so
hard to cheer up Pierce,

but this is some
next level bro-wallow.

You got to get in there
and do something.

Yeah. I don't know.

- What? Why not?
- Well, it's just...

Pierce isn't really a fan of me.

Well, then this is your
chance to change that.

I mean, Dan, if anyone
knows what it feels like

to be in the crapper, it's you.

- Thank you.
- No. What I mean is you can relate, okay?

But when you're
down, you always,

always pull yourself back up.

You are positive
dude numero uno.

Okay. I guess I could try.

Good luck.

You got this.

Hmm.

Okay,
I'm a little confused here.

One of the backup dancers
was dressed as Axara?

- Yeah. I don't really understand it, either.
- Yeah.

- she was looking to get...
- Okay, but you're the manager, correct?

Rohan Donahue, yeah.

So, here's the deal.

Axara and a backup dancer, Jill,

decided to switch positions
last minute.

Maybe she felt the act
was getting boring.

You'll have to ask Axara
for details.

We got her back to the hotel
as fast as possible.

So was this the first time
she had switched?

Yeah, she didn't say anything
to anyone on the crew.

Except for Jill, of course.

And no one knew, that means
Axara was the intended target.

Let's not jump
to any conclusions

until we've explored
all the angles.

We don't know
if anyone was a target.

Maybe it was an accident.

It wasn't.

This is a piece of big-time
professional firework.

"Ooh!"

"Ah!"

Fireworks weren't even

part of Axara's show.

Let alone pointed
right at the spotlight.

Does this mean we're cancelling
the Asia and the Europe tours?

Let's not panic until we know
exactly what happened here.

Jill's dead, Rohan.

And it was supposed to be Axara.

Yes, which means the shadowy
assassin would likely try again.

And again,

until the butchery
is done.

Statistically speaking.

- He's right.
- Okay.

As long as Axara's
in the spotlight,

she has a target on her back.

Yes.

The spotlight
is dangerous.

Who am I kidding?

I'm not mellow.

I'll never be able
to take myself out

of my dad's spotlight, but...

I can take the detective
out of mine.

And focus
on other people.

What? What are you
talking about?

Nothing.

You'll thank me later.

So you're Axara's
bodyguard, are you?

Now, I've always had an interest

in the personal
protection business, Rob.

- Bob.
- Bob, right.

Is that short
for "Robert"?

No.

Fascinating.

Oh, it's lovely getting
to know you like this.

Your hopes,
your dreams. Hmm?

Been working out as well.

Are you coming?

Uh, no, I'm not really
interested in you

and what you're doing. I think
I'm just gonna stay here

and chat to
my new friend, Rob.

- Bob.
- Bob.

Right. Bob.

Big fan of old
Bobby here.

In fact, if someone
were wondering about

my list of favorite people,
Bob might just be at the top.

Really?

Oh, most definitely.

We should go upstairs.

Thank you, Bobby.

I thought rock stars only got the best weed.

It's sage.

After what happened to Jill,
I'm smudging my space,

and my heart.

And my lungs.

It actually changes
the ionic composition

of the air and reduces

the body's stress response
to tragic events.

Oh, such compassion

from one so young.

Please, tell me more.

Can you think of anyone
who may have wanted to hurt you?

You should check
Axara's social media.

So many obsessed crazies.

Love you, Cece.

And she makes a mean
turmeric smoothie.

Wait, speaking of mean,

there was one guy who did
kind of threaten me.

I mean, I didn't take it
seriously at the time

because he's a bit
of a diva, but...

- Patrick.
- Patrick.

And who might Patrick be?

My ex-backup singer.

Really toxic
individual.

Rohan fired him last week, and
like I said, he's a drama queen.

But he said something

like, uh,

"I hope Axara dies
a horrible, painful death."

Yes.

Mm, mm.

Suppose it might
be worth a glance.

Maze, it's-it's me.

Linda.

Come on, Maze, I...

I brought you a gift to,
you know, bury the hatchet.

I don't want
to lose you, Maze.

And so,

I lost Amenadiel.

No man is worth
what we have.

Please, just hear me out.

Oh, excuse us. I think we're in
the wrong interrogation room.

You're looking
for Patrick Manning?

Yes.

- That's me, honey.
- Wow.

I see someone stole some
of Axara's spotlight

and fishnets as severance pay.

Why am I here?

I'll ask the questions, Patty.

Oh, I always knew Cher
was a feisty one.

I'm Donovan McCann,
Patrick's lawyer.

So, why is he here?

We believe
that Patrick made

an attempt on Axara's
life last night.

Killed a backup dancer
by mistake.

- Say what?
- We know that you still

had the backstage security pass,

which means
access and motive.

Yes,
cold-blooded retaliation

for your recent firing.

Firing?

That's bananas.

So, you're saying you didn't try

and take Axara
out with a bang?

Course not.

Do I hate her?

Yes.

It was a bitch
to work for that bitch...

the long hours,
never getting credit...

but she did not fire me.

I quit.

That's not the story
her people are telling.

I bet. Those sycophants
will say anything

to protect
her fragile ego.

Well, Patrick. Patty.

If you didn't want Axara dead,
tell me:

what did you desire?

Uh... to be Axara.

But my version.

A better version.

Which is why I could never
want her dead.

How could I compete with her
if she was kaput?

Yes.

Where were you last night?

On stage.

Performing my act at
the Hideaway in WeHo.

After which, she was mobbed
by fans in the parking lot.

Tuesday's the new Friday

now that Patty's
doing Axara.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ask around.

Aw, so sweet.

Donovan was right
about last night.

It was cray-cray
at the Hideaway.

Everyone wants a piece
of Axara 2.0.

You wouldn't believe
the obsessive wannabes.

- Sad.
- It's sad.

Axara has more followers
than the Pope.

"You are my life, I would do
anything to meet you.

Literally anything."

Gosh, I can't think of anyone
I care about that much.

Except for Miss Lopez.

World's Greatest

Forensic Scientist?

Oh, my gosh.

That is so sweet.

Wait. Did I miss my birthday?

Well, every day's a celebration
when you're around, darling.

Mwah!

Anyway.

when obsessed people don't have
their love reciprocated,

sometimes they snap.

Well, I've gone through
them all,

and on a scale of #ILoveYouAxara

to #IWantToLiveInYourSpleen,

there's, like,
a zillion suspects.

A zillion and one
if you count me.

You weren't even aware of her
until this case.

Okay, name your favorite song.

Well, um,
there's so many.

Anyway, we're not just
looking for a crazy fan,

we need someone who had
an all-access pass.

Well, Axara's assistant
let me check out

- all of her social media accounts.
- Mm-hmm.

And apparently, she held
an online contest last week.

Winner won a VIP pass to
the Hollywood Bowl show.

Benny Parker.

And these
are some of his tweets.

"I can't wait
for our love to be real."

"I will make you feel
the same way."

"You and I will be
together forever."

That's subtle.

Sounds like Prince Charming

needs some attention
from the LAPD.

Right.

Thank you, Miss Lopez.

I mean...

Oh, no,
poor Pauline.

Pauline?

My friend who works the
intake desk at the precinct.

I'm helping her through
a bad breakup.

We've grown quite close
since yesterday.

Mm-hmm. Right.

I know what you're doing.

Our bomb scare made you realize
just how dangerous this job is.

And that you and I
could lose each other.

At any time.

So you're focusing
on other people,

you're keeping
your distance

as a way of protecting yourself.

And you know what, Lucifer?

That's cool.

If you need to
"reverse-Oprah" me

just to feel
less afraid,

then by all means,
knock yourself out.

What?
I am not afraid.

Just realized I've been
a tad myopic lately.

- Why not spread the love?
- Hmm.

I mean, everyone deserves
a little Lucifer.

How generous of you.

Thank you very much.

After me.

Benny Parker, LAPD.

Seems I'm not the only one
ignoring you.

Perhaps you're just not
that interesting, Detective.

Benny?

Benny.

Well, talk about a dead end.

"Axara's art celebrates life.
I tarnished it with death.

"I have no right
to stay in her world.

"I lived for Axara.

"Now I die for her.

Benny."

Wow.

I hope that no one ever
loves me that much.

So, did the M.E. confirm
that it's suicide?

Still running
the autopsy report,

but the bottle
of sleeping pills

found in his hand,
half empty.

Right. And factor in Benny's VIP pass,
which means he had access.

Yeah, it means that Benny

had tons of time
and opportunity

to plant the firework
that killed Jill.

A textbook post-murder
guilt-driven suicide.

A little too textbook
if you ask me.

Oh, look
what just arrived.

Who wants a T-shirt?
Here you go.

- And, oh, one for you.
- Nice.

One for you.

Definitely for you.

What you can't fix,
decorate, am I right?

Ah!

Miss Lopez.

Aw.

What is all this?

Axara swag.

Thank you gifts for
solving the case.

Apparently, she'd have
come in person,

but she's busy rehearsing

for her rescheduled show
at the Bowl.

Well, technically,
the case isn't closed

- till we get the final autopsy report.
- Exactly.

And until then,
it's LAPD jurisdiction.

Which means no shows.

Well, I'm afraid
you'll have to take it up

with the police commissioner
'cause apparently,

he and Axara are poker buddies,
it's all been sorted.

Oh, hello.

An Axara bobblehead.

Who's deserving
of this little, uh...

Ah! My good friend,

Mr. Janitor.

That should cheer you up.

I think you'll be very proud.

I forced myself
to speak to a coworker who

has terrible breath.

It was probably only
for a few minutes,

but it seemed
like a decade.

Hello, I'm trying
to compliment my... you.

Clearly, something is
on your mind.

Come on, I'm all ears.

I am so sorry.

Um, but you're paying me
to listen, so...

Well, yes. But the whole reason
that I'm here

is to learn to be less
self-centered.

Okay, um...

Okay, fine.

Um, I'm, I'm just having
a wee bit of a conflict

with a, with a friend of mine.

Conflict? My specialty.

Mediating... conflict, I mean.

Let me help you.

Uh, that's very nice.

It's a very nice offer, but...

I know. And it feels
so strange. It's...

I feel so good,
it's like I'm floating.

Although that might...

might be the three gimlets
I had at lunch.

So, yes?

Uh...

Oh, my God. Chloe.

Okay, so you know
how you thought

Axara's superfan's "suicide"

was a little too
neatly wrapped up?

Mm-hmm.

You just won the super

totally right hunch
of the millennia award.

- So Benny's not our guy?
- No.

Benny died the day before
that firework exploded.

So Benny is not our killer.

He's our first murder victim.

So Benny's suicide was staged
before the attack at the Bowl.

Yeah. A frame job to cover up
the real killer's tracks

which means major
pre-meditation.

And that Axara's still
in serious danger.

The killer's still out there.

Exactly.

This month's winner is...

Pauline.

And I think we can
all agree that Pauline

deserves her place
in the spotlight

far more than others.

So if you'd all like to

raise a glass,
if you have one, to Pauline.

Lucifer knows
she's a temp, right?

- Yeah, just tell him to meet me in the car.
- Yeah.

I don't know exactly what
you're going through,

but I've been there.

That very stool,
actually.

Have you, Espinoza?

You know, talking about it
might help.

You know,
really opening up to someone.

I mean, that's what...
that's what I did.

And now everything's
coming up Dan.

No, seriously, man,
I'm happy.

You know, I'm-I'm ready
to start dating.

Hell, you and I
are even friends.

Friendlier.

I guess I could try.

Lay it on me.

I'm here for you, bro.

It's just life, you know?

It's like this eternal wasteland
of meaningless existence.

a dark void staring
down at you

like a beaten dog scrounging
on the side of the road,

just waiting to get mowed down
by the next tsunami of crap.

Wow.

Hmm.

Maybe we all are just
dust in the wind.

I am not cancelling my show.

Well, it turns out
that your troubled fan

was framed
for Jill's murder.

So, with the killer
still out there,

I can't let you perform
tomorrow night.

Detective, if I hid under a rock
every time there was an issue,

I'd still be doing bar mitzvahs.

Also, you'd be under
a rock. Most unpleasant.

Okay.

Detective.

Now, I say we let
Pinhead sing.

I mean, after all,
some people

are just destined
to be in the spotlight.

Others not. Like
you, for example.

So not helping.

You know, maybe you
should wait in the car.

You know what?
Maybe you should both go.

I assure you, I'm fine.

Detective, what are you doing?!

This is...

no time for heroics.

Not that I care.

Building searched.
All clear.

You poor, poor dear.

Can I get you something?
Some tea?

More face needles,
perhaps?

Uh, I'm fine, your partner's
actually the one with the medic.

Who?

Oh, her.

No, that's, uh,
that's just a scratch.

No, it's you

that I'm focused on.

Okay, great.
Thank you.

Okay, so I have your
security team in place.

For tomorrow's show, right?

Smart to beef things up.

Yeah, I don't think
you understand.

There's no show.

While you're in danger,
you're under

24-hour LAPD protection,
led by me.

- That's ridiculous.
- Agreed.

She's a terrible choice.

I'll do it.

Look what we found
in the laundry chute.

I'm gonna head back to the
homestead to expedite ballistics.

- You want to come?
- Excellent plan.

Why don't you go
with Miss Lopez,

and I will keep you safe,

you little gem.

So you're gonna be my bodyguard?

Are you even a real cop?

Consultant, actually.
But I can assure you

that my penthouse
has top-notch security.

And every other amenity
you could possibly desire.

Hmm.

We'll see.

Come on, girls.

What a treasure.

Okay,

the only reason I'm agreeing
to this is hiding Axara

at your penthouse is
an unpredictable choice.

But, listen, if there's
even the slightest hint

that she is unsafe,

your duties are revoked.

Right.

What?

Just, you said "duties."

Come on.

Bravo, Miss Axara.

Yes, I adore
your shaky groove thing.

And I'm sure
my custom

- Italian leather settee does, too.
- sorry,

I need to rehearse.

Right, yes, of course.
Of course.

Whatever you need.

- Help me.
- Right, uh, chaps,

why don't you, um...

you wait downstairs.

I've got this.

- Thank you, Rob.
- Bob.

Bob. Bob, yes.

Now, please tell me,

how can I better focus
my attention on you?

Mm...

Maybe you can
make yourself useful.

Unless that's just a prop.

Prop? Please.

Mozart, Liberace, Elton.

- Who?
- All the greats were my pupils.

But none as bright as you,
of course.

Whatever.

Right.

"C."

Voice of an angel.

God, it would be if your A-flat
wasn't out of tune.

I beg your pardon?

Perhaps it's you who's...

whose perfect pitch

allows you to hear
what others...

...cannot.

- Um...
- Hmm.

You know what, never mind.

I need a break anyway.

Is this my smoothie stuff?

Yes. Yes, but,
uh, please,

allow me to shower you with
my culinary expertise.

Right.

W-Wait, are...
No, no, no.

Aren't you gonna
wash them first?

Rinse off all the nutrients?
Don't be silly.

Uh...
Hold on.

Wh-Where's my
fresh turmeric?

You can't make it
without the right ingredients.

I couldn't agree more.

Just-just stop.
Just let me do it.

- Please, forget it.
- I will...

- You don't even know what you're doing.
- ...you don't want to...

...do this, Miss Axara!

You've got
to be kidding me.

Everyone loves Axara.

What kind of psycho
would want to gun her down

in cold blood like that?

It's you.

- What?
- The gun

that we found
at the Roosevelt,

turns out that it's
registered to you.

Oh, this is insane.

I mean, that looks like my gun.

I keep it in the tour bus
for protection.

- But someone must've stolen it.
- We also uncovered

the insurance policy
that you took out on Axara.

Apparently, if anything
happens to her,

you get a huge chunk of change.

Is that also insane?

First of all,

I would die if anything happened
to that girl.

Secondly, all managers have
insurance policies like that.

But, trust me,

the payout is nothing compared

to managing an entire career.

Why would I kill the goose
for one egg?

I don't know. Maybe the goose

is a pain
in the ass.

Okay.

Unless you got something
else to say, I'm leaving.

I do have something
else to say.

You're under arrest
for the murder

of Jill Murray,
Benny Parker,

and the attempted murder
of Axara.

No!

Wait.

We will start
by stating our grievances.

Who would like
to go first?

She lied and
betrayed me.

Next.

Brave start, Mazikeen.

And you,

- Doctor?
- Well,

no grievances.

Um, Maze is right.

I hid the truth,
which was

a betrayal of our friendship.

And if I could take
it all back, I would.

But I can't.

So, all I can do is say...

I'm sorry.

And I miss you, Maze.

Thank you,

Doctor.
That was really heartfelt.

And now is there
anything that...

you'd like to apologize for,
Mazikeen?

She just said she boned my ex.

I didn't do
anything.

Well, it always takes two
to tango.

Yeah, Linda and Amenadiel.

One, two, naked tango.

Me, screwed.

Resolving conflict
means,

uh, accepting culpability
on both sides.

If you don't let
all the icky feelings out,

things tend to fester,

and turn gangrenous,
and, well...

nobody likes losing a limb.

Not true.

And I didn't do crap.

She called dibs.

On someone she doesn't
even have feelings for.

I'm a demon, Linda.

What do you expect?

You can't admit to a
single thing you did wrong?

I've done a lot of things wrong.

Like, a lot.

But at least I don't claim
to be the good one.

Pretend to stand
on some moral high ground.

You know, despite all
the books you've read,

all the degrees on your wall,

you forgot the one
rule that matters.

Hos before bros.

Well, it's pretty
tricky to follow that rule

when you seem to have slept
with, oh, half of Los Angeles.

And yet,
you begrudge me

the one man I've cared about

in a really
long time.

And yet,

I still gave him up.

That's how much I care
about our friendship.

Go... to... hell.

Okay. Great start.

Um, all part
of the process.

Good time for a breather?

We're done.

Okay.

What on earth
do you think you're doing?

You. Get naked.

I beg your pardon?

You said you wanted to focus
your attention on me.

Well, yes, but, uh...

And I always have sex
the night before a show.

It... it calms me.

Well, I'm sorry, but you'd have
to tie me down with steel chains

to have sex with you.

I'd be up for that.

No! What... it wasn't
a suggestion!

Demanding. I like it.

- Miss Axara.
- Uh-huh?

- I love sex.
- What a coincidence. Me, too.

But, and this may be a first...

Okay.

I'm really not in the mood.

You know what?

I don't think you like me.

Really?

Whatever gave you
that impression?

But... but everybody likes me.

Apart from the person
who tried to rocket you

- into a bloody red glare.
- Okay.

If you don't like me,
why were you so hell-bent

on being my bodyguard?

Because I'm trying
to take my focus off

someone very dear to me.

But... a friend, actually.

Well, no, indeed,
more a coworker.

Oh.

The detective
you work with?

How did you...

I may be a self-centered diva,
but I have eyes.

Why are you trying
to convince yourself

that you don't like her?

I'm not trying to convince my...

It's not me
I'm trying to convince.

It's my Father.

I defied Him,

and He's big on that
"eye for an eye" sort of thing.

So I'm afraid that he's gonna
come after...

the things that I care about
the most.

Well, you're a cop, sort of.

Get a restraining order
or something.

Well, I'm afraid
it's not that simple.

Dad's all-powerful.

Works in government?

Mm, rules the universe.

Frickin' politicians.

Well, hey, if it helps,
I know how you feel.

After what happened at my show,
it seems like everyone's trying

to take away the thing
I care about the most.

What? Fresh turmeric?

Funny. Funny, but no.

Music.

Ah.

But here's the deal.

You can't let anyone
come in between you

and the things you're passionate
about in this life.

Or it ain't worth living.

Well. Thank you,
my self-centered diva,

for your counsel.

It's duly noted.

Hey, I don't know
about you,

but I could use a drink.

Oh, well now you are
talking my language.

As long as it's not orange, right?

Right.

Lovely.

I wasn't sure if you're
a single malt girl...

Bugger.

Epic toxicology report.

It turns out the manager
didn't just kill Benny,

he tortured him, too.

I mean, it's bad enough
that he made him take

all those sleeping pills,
but to force him

to eat all that stuff, too?

I mean, that is just cruel, man.

Wait, so what does
this mean here?

Oh, right, sorry, yeah.

It's the chemical compounds.

So first, he fed Benny
raw turmeric.

- Hmm.
- And kale.

A lot of kale.

And then, a boatload
of spirulina.

But this all sounds
like ingredients for a smoothie.

Yeah, smoothie of death.

No, I mean,
the pills.

It could have been
blended into a smoothie

like the one that Axara drinks.

Be a good way
to disguise the taste.

You know what? I don't think
the manager's the killer.

Beard-to-misery quotient.

It's a science, man.

After my divorce,
I went for the old Walter White.

Whatever you do,
do not go full Hagrid.

Kenny Rogers, tops.

Oh, hey, uh,
a buddy of mine's here.

He's a real "glass half full"
kind of guy.

He actually pulled me out
of a dark spot once.

Hey.

Hey.

Maybe he can help you out.

Amenadiel.

Pierce.

Or not.

Uh, since you guys

obviously already
know each other,

how about I just give you
some time to catch up? Hmm?

Yeah, I saw a food truck

on the way in. I'm just gonna
grab myself a burger.

Protein style.

Something... Yeah. Okay.

I'm gonna be back later.

I can't allow you
to defy my father

or drag my brother
into one of your schemes

to remove your mark.
This ends now.

Okay.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Look, I'm way ahead of you.

I got my hopes up

thinking that Decker
was the key, and then Lucifer.

But that's what
the Sinnerman thought.

Then I thought resurrecting
Abel could end my curse.

But I made a mistake.

I was wrong.

'Cause here I am,
alive and well.

Well, alive and miserable,
actually.

So I'm done.

Finito.

I quit.

You happy?

Yes.

Yes,

because this means I did it.

I destroyed your alliance
with Lucifer.

I prevented you
from defying my father.

I passed my test.

If you passed your test,

why don't you have
your wings back?

Well, maybe my test
has multiple parts.

Um, if so, that's okay.

It's God's will.

- Right?
- How do you do that?

How do you stay so positive?

It's called faith, Pierce.

See, I spent a lot of time
doubting myself,

but now I realize
that it's about the journey,

not the destination.

How could you possibly have
any faith or hope

when you're in a loop
of endless suffering?

- Isn't she supposed to be on lockdown?
- Uh...

- I'm calling Chloe.
- No! No, I mean,

no need to get the
detective involved.

I've got this.

Go back upstairs.

You're in danger.

Give me the microphone.
Give me the microphone.

Go on, now, go.

Did you think I'd crumble?
Hmm?

Give me the microphone.

See?

How could I
ever leave this?

No one's ever gonna scare
me out of the spotlight.

Ever.

Yeah? Try me.
Come on.

You.

You were supposed
to keep her safe.

No offense, darling, but
you're the one with a knife.

What's with
the knife, Cece?

You're gonna hurt someone.

Does it even matter?

Two people are dead,
you were shot at,

and you still won't stop.

Don't you see the danger
you're in?

Again, am I the only one
who sees the irony here?

You said you would take a break
after the L.A. shows

and then you added Asia
and Europe to the tour.

That's two more years.

- So?
- So?!

That's two more years now.

And then another two
and another two.

When does it end?

Never.

Hopefully.

I am tired of sharing you,
Axara.

Remember high school?

Before all of this.

It was just you and me,
singing along to Beyoncé.

Well, you would sing,

I-I would just watch
and eat cookie dough.

I want that.

You have to know by now.

I love you.

Love me?

Oh, my God, Cece,
what did you do?

She was trying to protect you.

Force you out of the spotlight
by any means necessary.

Even murder?

I-I didn't know what else to do.

You almost killed me.
How is that protecting me?

She was never trying
to kill you.

Oh, what is she doing here?

Cece ran
your social media.

It was easy for her
to start an account as you

and access all of
your private texts.

So you knew about
the choreography switch.

I just wanted to scare you.

I'm never gonna stop singing,
Cece.

Not even for me?

My music means more to me
than anything.

You have to know that by now.

Drop the knife,
Cece, it's over.

No.

No!

No!

I just wanted her
to be safe.

I know you did.

Well, who's the heroic one, now?

- What?
- Oh, my God. Lucifer, are you okay?

Why wouldn't I be okay?

Oh.

Oh, God, whatever you do,
don't pull it...

...out!

Oops.

What were you thinking,

tackling somebody with a knife?

It's not me I was worried about,
Detective.

Lucifer.

You see, it's like
I was saying, Pierce.

You got to have faith
because life can surprise you.

Now, if my brother,

the Devil, can have that...

Maybe I can, too.

God.

Hey, look at you, buddy.

Seems like someone's
feeling better.

Okay.

Hi.

Lieutenant.

Congratulations
on another solve.

Thank you.

Thanks, I appreciate that.

I'm just glad
Axara's okay.

Well, I guess more than okay,
her show's back on for tonight

and she sent me two VIP tickets
to say thank you.

Well, you deserve them.

So, who are you taking?

Oh, I don't know, I was just...

I thought you'd never ask.

Oh.

Yeah.

Sure. Yeah, why not?

- Great, I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Morning, Detective.

- What?
- What?

You sure you don't want
to throw a surprise party

for the guy in evidence lockup?

Ah, right, yes, I suppose
I deserve that.

No, no, I am back
to status quo.

- Hmm.
- Since I realized,

ultimately, I can't control you

or the world around you,
for that matter.

So there's no point
trying to extinguish

the proverbial spotlight,
is there?

I may just have to take a knife
to the chest every now and then.

Right.

Hello.

Tickets for Axara's
show. Tonight?

Excellent.

Right, what time
shall I pick you up?

Um...

Well...

it didn't seem like you
were that interested

in hanging out
with me lately,

so Pierce and I
are gonna go together.

Oh. Right, yeah, of course.

Of course. Well...

have fun.

I've heard she's amazing live.

Uh...

I think I've made
a horrible mistake.