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- What do you desire?
- I want her to choose me.

I never told you
what I want. I want you.

So you thought I wouldn't
find out zour mark is fake.

Maybe not tonight,
but I am coming for you.

Neither I nor Lucifer
have the power

to get anyone into Heaven.

I'm going to Hell.

Well, I was hoping
that you might be able

to help me out again.

Any chance to get
in His good graces, I'm in.

I know you're not trying
to freak Chloe out,

but you're getting
in her head.

- Let's elope.
- I can't marry you.

I'm sorry, Marcus.

- Oh, no ring.
- No ring.

Hey.

You know, I'm really glad
that you told me how you felt.

Oh, I don't know.

All that unresolved
sexual tension?

It was kind of fun.

They're gonna
burn the house down

if we don't get out there.

I made the batter, Dan.

Oh, yeah?

Well, sweet, because the
waffle king has arrived.

Step aside, my lady.

Good morning, Micah.

Thanks for your help.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Is it the same nightmare?

Except this time,
you were in it.

So...

are you going to tell Chloe now?

Tell her what?

Uh, everything.

What we talked about
in your penthouse

before she got engaged?

When you said,
"I want her to choose me."

Right. Yes.

No, no. No need.

She broke it off with Pierce,
so I win.

Yes, I know that they broke up,

but just because
she didn't choose Pierce

doesn't mean she chose you.

And just because
she un-chose Pierce

doesn't not mean
she didn't choose me.

Point is,

no need to rock the boat.

I mean, we all know
how the detective gets

when you push her.

Plus, you know,
she's on the rebound.

- Those are excuses.
- I think

it's best if everyone involved
just goes back to normal.

Easier said than done, Lucifer.

Yes, you may be right.

Maybe I should do normal

rather than just say it.

Huh? Help speed things
along a little.

Ah. Another nugget.

Thank you, Doctor.

Yep.

Back to normal.

Is that really
Forest Clay's wife?

Chloe.

Before you say anything,

I just really want
to apologize for...

the event
that should not be named.

- The what?
- The bachelorette party

from hell.
I-I got caught up.

- I acted selfish. Just...
- Ella, it's fine.

And...

Is that someone playing piano?

I think so.

At a crime scene?

You look familiar. Have we met?

What?

Then you ask
if I like to play cop.

And I say, "No, I like
to play in general,"

Detective, except you were
on the other side of the piano.

That's right, yes. That's
what we said when we first met.

- Yeah.
- What are you doing?

I'm reminding us both
of a life less complicated.

You know, before all that...

Lieutenant-shaped nonsense.

So we can go back to normal.

For example, I'm sure you
remember this little ditty.

Come on, take the
top line, Detective.

Don't be shy.

Lucifer. For once,

I agree with you,
and I would love nothing more

than for things
to go back to normal.

Oh.

As long as it means
we can get back to work.

Yes, absolutely.

A mystery waits to be solved.

- Onwards, Detective.
- Thank you.

Oh, anyway,

I just really
want to apologize

for ruining
your engagement, Chloe.

You know,
I-I made it about me

when I should have been
listening to your needs.

You know,
what I need is to move on.

Agreed. There's no point
dwelling in the past,

so let's all move on

by moving even further back,
shall we?

I mean,
they're not breast implants,

- but in a pinch...
- Oh, oh, oh.

No, no, no.
No, no, no. Whoa, whoa!

- Whoa... oh!
- Oh!

No, no, no. Please stop.
Please stop that.

- Thank you.
- Why? What, they're not evidence, are they?

'Cause I wouldn't be the
carefree rogue of yore

if they weren't.

Not evidence.

- Just priceless historical artifacts.
- Ooh.

Okay, this baby right here
is from the World Series.

Everyone remembers
Gibson's home run,

but Clay...

pitched a shutout in Game 2
that was like, boom!

Take that, bitches.

Hmm.

Wait, do you not know
who Forest "King" Clay is?

- No idea.
- Cy Young Award.

World Series MVP.

Beloved American legend?

Is that lock broken?

Ella, you think this
might be a home invasion?

Yeah, I know.

I thought that, too,
but unis said

that it didn't look
like anything was taken.

Was Devon home alone?

No. Forest was here, too,

but medics took him to
the hospital for a head injury.

Apparently the killer
knocked him unconscious.

Boom!

Take that, bitches.

Lucifer,
what are you doing?

Oh, right.
You're smoking pot

because you smoked evidence
that one time

next to that suspect's car.

Oh, you remember. Yes.

And the time
at the teen rehab center.

Is it taking you back?
It's taking me, well, somewhere.

Can you...

Guys.

I've got a casing.

Oh, well, that is perfect,
Detective.

My shenanigans
leading to a break in the case?

That is quintessential
Deckerstar.

And the eye roll.
Now you're getting it.

We did it, Charlotte.

We split up
Pierce and Chloe.

Yay.

Sorry.

Truth is,
I don't feel any different.

And if Hell is
definitely based

on your own guilt,
then I'm still screwed.

Look, we did a good thing.

And it's important
to celebrate the tiny victories

- along the way.
- Right.

But how will I know
when it's enough,

Amenadiel?

How will you know?

Well, we're very different,
Charlotte.

I'm an angel.

I'll know
when my wings are back.

What about until then?

Aren't you just as mortal
as I am?

Well, I su...
I suppose you're right.

If I were to die
right now, I'm...

I'm not even sure
that I would go to Heaven.

If that's the case,

then there's definitely no hope
for me.

That's where faith comes in,
Charlotte.

Hope in the face
of hopelessness.

But faith?

Angel or not, what I'm hearing

is that you're pretty much
as clueless as I am.

Maybe we're not so
different, after all.

My God, it's Forest Clay.

Who's that?

Ah, it's just
some famous athlete

whose wife was killed.

That's Forest Clay.

Oh, I didn't
have you pegged

as a sports fan.

No, from my nightmares.

My Hell loop.

If his wife is dead, he did it.

He's the killer.

I was in the kitchen,

eating leftovers.

I saw a reflection
on the fridge,

and I thought it was Devon.

But when I turned around,
all I saw was...

a gun, a-a mask before
I was hit in the head.

I woke up on
the kitchen floor,

and I ran to Devon.

But she was, uh...

There was so much blood.

I-I...

I couldn't stop the bleeding.

You don't have
to do this right now.

No, I...

I want to.

Did you see anything
that could help identify him?

No.

I don't understand
who could do this to Devon.

It was him. Forest killed her.

- Why do you believe that?
- 13 years ago,

I was an associate
at Wheeler Law.

I'd only been there
for a few months when my boss,

Ben Sr., shows at my place
in the middle of the night.

He handed me a duffel bag.

Told me simply

to incinerate it.

He said it was
for an important client:

Forest Clay.

Well, what was in the bag?

I don't know.

He told me not to open it
or to ask any questions.

And honestly, I didn't want to.

Here's the thing, though.

There was dried blood
on the outside of that bag.

I'm certain of it.

Yes, but it's quite a leap
to thinking

Forest killed someone then
or now, Charlotte.

After years of working
at that firm, I know

how they operate.

Deep down,

I know what I helped cover up
was murder.

I believe her.

Really?

- Mm.
- Why?

Well, which quintessential
response would you like?

The obscure
enigmatic one

or the blunt nonsensical one?

How about the truth.

Well, when Charlotte had her
mini-death, she went to Hell.

Forest haunted her Hell loop

and now is haunting
her nightmares...

which, sidebar,

Dan is also a part of,

so things are heating up there.

Oh, well, that sure is nonsense.

Oh, don't worry.
The detective won't believe me.

See? It's classic us.

Look, I know
it sounds far-fetched,

and what Lucifer just said
is flat-out insane.

- Eh.
- Anyway,

if Forest killed someone
13 years ago,

the odds that he killed again
are not unrealistic.

Please, just look into it.

I will do what I always do,

which is investigate
everyone involved.

But until I get a new lead,

I will start with Forest.

Textbook, Detective.

Very good.

Brother, what are
you doing here?

Personally, I'm avoiding
the, uh, boring forensic part

of the case,
like I normally do.

But you don't day drink.

Something Charlotte
said made me think.

Oh.

Maybe celestial
beings and humans...

Luci, maybe they
aren't that different.

What, are we talking in bed?

'Cause we all know
my skills are preternatural.

But I suppose you,
on the other hand...

I'm talking about the rules
of Heaven and Hell, Luci.

It's all based on a
human's subconscious,

what they think they deserve.

What if that applies
to us as well?

Right. That's enough
for you, drunky.

No, listen.

When I first lost my wings,

I thought Dad was punishing me.

And then I thought
that you were somehow my test,

that in helping God's most
wayward soul, that I would

somehow find redemption.

But, Luci,
I've just been guessing.

Dad never told me any
of those things.

Since when does Dad
ever tell us anything?

That's exactly my point,
brother.

What if He wants us
to judge ourselves?

So my wings,
your wings,

your Devil face...

Brother, what if

we're the ones
who control all of it?

Brother,

that is
absolutely absurd.

Dad holds the reins.
End of story.

Because if we
do have control,

why don't you just pop
your wings out right now?

Hmm? Excuse me.

We might need some room here.
Go on. Be an angel.

Listen, I'm not sure.

I-I still haven't figured
that part out.

Well, I'd stop trying
if I were you. It's exhausting.

No, actually,
on second thoughts,

ponder needlessly, 'cause it's
what you normally do, isn't it?

No financial scandals,

no personal accusations.

The only nefarious thing Forest
ever did was steal a base.

This guy's as squeaky
clean as they come.

Well, someone is

a dirty little liar.

I was checking out
Forest's medical report,

and something didn't add up.

He said that the killer knocked
him out with a gun, right?

Yeah.

Well, bam!

Or should I say,

no bam?

Hmm?
If a cut

is caused by a blunt object,

there's a presence of tissue
bridging within the wound.

Plus, there'd be
pretty major bruising

if it was caused by something
that knocked him unconscious.

- But there was neither.
- So what caused the wound?

That right there, my friend,
is an incised cut

caused
by something sharp.

Bottom line,
Mr. Clay's nose

is as long as a Dodger Dog.

He lying.

Maybe Charlotte
is onto something.

Careful, Mr. Clay.

Physical activity may not
be wise after, you know,

being hit on the head.

Detective, hi.

What's this about?

Well, Forensics looked
through your medical report.

You weren't hit
with a gun.

Well, maybe I didn't
see it right.

It happened so fast.
Maybe it was...

Maybe I should just jump
to the old chestnut

where you tell me
what you desire.

I just don't want anyone
to find out.

What, that you killed your wife?

No, no, no. I...
Th-That I wasn't even there.

Ah.

The night of Devon's murder...

I was with someone else.

Ooh. A mistress.

What was her name?

Mia Hytner. I bartend at
the West Hills Country Club.

Okay. And is that
how you met Forest?

Yes. He came in a lot, even
though he hardly ever drinks.

- Ugh.
- Anyways,

before I knew it, we were...

Hitting a home run?

Digging into the dugout?

Slamming it out of the park?

So you confirm
that you

and Forest were having an affair

and that he was
at your apartment

the night
that Devon Clay was murdered?

- Yes.
- And how did he hurt

- his head?
- Things can get a little...

wild...

in bed with us sometimes.

That night,
Forest fell

onto the nightstand,

and he shattered the lamp.

That would explain the sharp
cut that Ella described.

Yes. And
furniture-breaking sex

doesn't exactly fit
with Forest's saintly image.

- And explain why he lied about it.
- Mm.

Try not to judge Forest

too harshly.

He wasn't the first

to cheat on his marriage.

He would never tell you this,

but Devon had been having an
affair with her CEO for years.

Was she, now?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Only one way to sneak up
on a demon:

let her think
she's sneaking up on you.

You see, I knew

it was only a matter of time
before you found my new digs.

Killing me

won't send you home.

Keep talking.

The only way you
can get to Hell

is if Lucifer flies you down.

And the only way he'll do that

is if we destroy his life
on Earth.

That's why framing Lucifer
for your murder

was the perfect plan.

Until you weaseled your way
out of it.

Well, I have a new plan.
Or, rather,

same plan, different victim.

Who's the new sacrificial lamb?

God's favorite son.

You want me
to kill Amenadiel?

Not exactly.

I want you to bring him to me.

Alive but weakened.

Throw me a soft pitch.

I'll kill him.

- You want your mark back.
- Exactly.

There's no better way
to piss off God

than killing his favorite
son. I get what I want.

Then we frame Lucifer,
and you get what you want.

- It's a win-win.
- Why do you need my help

if you're the one
who has to do the killing?

Well, Amenadiel's angelic powers
might be gone,

but he still managed to kill me
nine times when we fought.

Now that I'm mortal...

there's no do-overs.

I mean, come on,
you're a demon.

He's an angel.
This is what you do.

Unless your time on Earth
changed you more than I thought

and you're not the merciless
badass you used to be.

Nothing's changed.

I'm in.

Devon was the heart
and soul of King Clay.

I can't tell you
how hard it's been.

Emphasis on the "hard."

- Excuse me?
- We have reason to believe

that you were having an affair
with Devon Clay.

That's crazy.

Look, I get it.

Being with a married woman,

knowing she could
never leave her husband

because of some
stupid company,

his giant face
staring down

at you all day.
I mean, it can be torture

working side by side with somebody
that you have feelings for.

Especially if you have to deny
those feelings, squash 'em.

You know, it can
be unbearable.

Yeah.

It sounds awful.

But that was not the situation
with me and Devon.

We were just putting in a
lot of hours at the office.

We have to hit the shelves
before the knockoffs do.

Corporate espionage
is a real thing.

Actually caught a spy casing
this place just the other day.

Really? Did you press charges?

Unfortunately, no.
He ran off

- when security approached him.
- Did it occur to you

that he might be stalking
Devon and not your sneakers?

No, God.
Do you think...

I think I'm gonna need to see
all of your security footage.

Yeah. Right this way.

Dr. Canaan.

Pleasure.

My office is right this way.

I really hope you
understand just how grave

- the incident was.
- You're in experienced hands.

The firm handles cases like this
all the time.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

How many cases of misdiagnosed
chlamydia are there?

You'd be... surprised?

I'm not
going anywhere.

- Get out of my way.
- Excuse me one moment.

Not until I talk
to Wheeler!

Ben!

Charlotte, what-what's going on?

When I left this firm,

you asked me why.

The truth?

It's because I found out

that there are real consequences
to what you're doing here,

what we did here.

You tell yourself

that you're defending
the innocent,

upholding some oath,
but you're pretending.

All of you.

Everything you conceal,
every lie you tell,

it adds up.

You're just as guilty

as the criminals
that you represent.

Hell is real.

And, trust me,
all of you are going.

You need help, Charlotte.

And so do I.

Where the hell
is security?

Thank God.

I don't think
God's on your side, Ben.

It may be too
late for us,

but at least
I'm trying to fix things.

Maybe you can try, too.

Oh.

My apologies for
the interruption, Dr. Canaan.

Shall we continue?

Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't think
this is the firm for me.

Old password still good?

Sure is.

Got him.

Four separate times,
as a matter of fact.

But our facial recognition
software's coming up with squat

because of his hat
and sunglasses.

Average height,

average build,
no visible scars or tattoos.

I mean, even his shoes
are so boring.

- Mm, no wonder he's stealing sneaker secrets.
- I'll go back

over the footage tonight.
Maybe we missed something.

You Dan Espinoza?

How dare you.

Hey, hey. Actually,
uh, that's for me.

Whew.

- Ah. Well, this is like old times, isn't it?
- Thanks.

Let me guess,
human head or bomb?

Wager, anyone?

Funny.

No. This is

for...

Charlotte.

Ta-da!

It's a waffle maker.

see,

I-I make waffles.

And hers...
uh, iron is really old.

I'm, like, the waffle king?

- Is it weird?
- Very. But I'm glad

to see you're back to your
normal douchey ways, Daniel.

Well, it's between that and...

this.

That's pretty.

- It's a waffle.
- Oh.

- That's better, right?
- It's still weird,

but yes, women tend
to prefer jewelry

over household appliances.

Not really
sure Lucifer's

the authority
on what women want.

This is amazing. See this?

These are
nondisclosure agreements.

Forest Clay and...

14 different women.

Spanning two decades...
the last, Mia Hytner,

barely a week ago.

How does this prove that
Forest is the killer, though?

Well, 300, 400 grand a pop...
I mean, no one spends

that kind of money unless
they're trying to cover up

something really bad.

Wait.

Joanne Foles.

June 22, 2005.
That's right around the time

I got rid of the duffel bag.
I remember.

"24-year-old
found strangled in a motel."

No way the timing
is coincidence.

Forest killed that woman,
and the proof of it

- was in that duffel bag.
- Yeah,

but not even one mention
of Forest here.

Yeah, you're right.
I may know that Forest did it,

- but I still can't prove it because of what I did.
- Hey, at least

we have the victim's name now...
maybe that's gonna lead us

to some other proof.

Tiny victories, remember?

- Hey.
- Dan.

I can come back.

No, no.
I should get going.

Thank you.

Hi.

Maze.

What are you doing here?
What's wrong?

Everything.

It's all ruined.

I have no one,
Amenadiel.

And I don't know
how that happened.

Maze, I don't know what
you've been going through,

but it is never too late

to fix things.

You can always

be forgiven... that is in your hands.

And, um...

well, for what it's worth,

I will always be
here for you.

Hello.

Hi, Lucifer!

Oh, perfect... you're
exactly where you need to be.

Who is up
for a classic game night, hmm?

Well, actually,
it's a school night for her,

and I was just about to go over

- the King Clay security footage.
- Remember, all work

and no play makes
the detective... a shoe.

- Lucifer?
- Hmm?

This is... this is
a little weird.

Well, if by "weird,"
you mean you're transported

to a simpler, happier time,
then agreed.

Uh, no, no, no, I'm afraid
that won't do... you landed

on the little question mark
last time, so come on, do over.

Mom's right, this is weird...
we can't play

the exact same game
as we did before, Lucifer.

It's not fun.

Isn't it?

Sorry, but...

I should finish
my book report.

Yes, and I should
get back to work.

- But don't you want to paint a unicorn on my cheek?
- Ugh.

Well, hold on, wait.

- Um...
- There we go.

- Okay. What?
- Come here. Come here.

Lucifer!

What are you doing?

Here we go.

Wait.

Lucifer, stop.

You liked this before,
didn't you?

Yes. I did.

It...

it meant a lot to me, actually,

which is why I don't understand
why you're doing this.

Are you making fun of us?

No. No, I'm trying to remind us
of how great we are together,

to help us get back to normal.

Right.

Well, uh, you know,
I thought I wanted that, too,

but...

maybe we can't.

Or at least maybe I can't.

Look...

right now,

normal, it just hurts.

Detective...

I-I think you should go.

Hey, I got something.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Okay, I cross-referenced

the times the suspect
went to King Clay

with Devon's schedule.

Two of the four days,
Devon wasn't even there.

But guess who was.

- Forest Clay?
- All four times

the skulker was there...
right on Forest's heels.

So what if Forest was
the intended target all along?

What if, what if Devon
just got shot by mistake?

Wow.

That is a great theory.

- Yeah.
- Uh, are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I...
I couldn't sleep last night,

so I stayed up all night
working, and, you know,

I drank a lot of caffeine.
Like, a lot.

Was it because of Pierce?

No.

No. I... I don't think
any of this

is really about Pierce.

I think if I'm honest
with myself...

all of this is about Lucifer.

Lucifer's the...
the reason

that I said yes
to Pierce, and...

he's also the reason
that I said no.

Wow, again.

I'm just so sorry
that I got wrapped up

in the whole idea
of beautiful "Pecker" babies

that I forgot
to check in with you.

Like... like,
really check in with you.

- Ella, it's okay.
- Tell me

what I can do for you right now.

Uh, you can help me
focus on work.

- You got it.
- Okay.

So, if Forest was the
killer's actual target,

what's the motive?

I think I know.

That's A.J. Agholor.

In 2005, he went to jail

for the murder of Joanne Foles.

But A.J.
didn't do it.

Forest did.
A.J.'s motive was revenge.

How did you figure
all of this out?

This is a list of women that Forest
paid off for the last 20 years.

And look.

Joanne signed
a $300,000 NDA on June 22.

She was killed
on June 25,

- the same night I got the bag.
- Charlotte,

this could all be a
bunch of coincidences,

especially to a jury full
of Forest Clay fans.

Yes, but a lot of coincidences
is a pattern.

And here's the kicker.

A.J. got out of prison
just three weeks ago.

Motive and opportunity.

It all fits.

All right.
We got to find this guy.

Where's Amenadiel?

I decided you were wrong.

Killing Amenadiel won't
get your mark back.

God isn't a drive-thru...

you can't just order
what you want.

No.

You chickened out.
Gone soft, like I thought.

Know what?
I'll do it myself.

Where do you think
you're going?

How's that for soft?

We found this
in your car, A.J.

It matches the casing that was
found next to Devon Clay's body.

Now, I don't think you
meant to kill Devon.

I don't. I think that you
were following Forest for weeks,

you broke into his house when you knew
he'd be home alone, only he wasn't...

Devon surprised you.
You panicked,

and you shot her.

You've been in prison
for 13 years

for a crime you
didn't commit.

It's understandable that
you would want revenge.

Yeah. But not for me.

For Joanie.

We were gonna get married.
She broke it off.

- For Forest?
- Yeah.

Only she didn't tell me
that was his name back then.

She was too scared.

Scared?

He used to hurt her.

She said she
was gonna leave him.

Then one night,
she calls me crying, screaming.

Next thing I knew,
I'm going down for murder.

- When did you find out that it was Forest?
- When I got out of jail,

I went to go see Joanie's mom.

She told me that's who Joanie
was dating when she died.

Did she, or you,
have any proof?

Mm-mm.

Damn.

More hearsay.

Ah, Charlotte.

Who's that?

He killed Devon Clay.

Long story.

So the detective
caught the bad guy.

Without me.

All right, thank you.

Yeah, he's not the
real bad guy.

Thank you.

I know you're gonna say
there's still no proof.

No, I wanted to
say thank you.

Thank you for helping
me solve this case.

And I might have an idea
of how to solve yours.

Okay. Time out. Time out.

Geez. I won't
go after Amenadiel.

- You won't?
- You're probably right... it wouldn't work anyway.

I had to kill you before,
but now I just want to.

Okay, you could kill me, sure,
but Linda would die, too.

- You're full of it.
- Maybe I knew you weren't gonna follow through,

so I needed a fail-safe.

Liar!

Call her. Tell her
to look out her window.

Now I'm...

really gonna kill you.

Hey, get me a beer, will ya?

Hello, Forest.

Charlotte Richards,
what are you doing here?

Oh, I just stopped by
to tell you

that I know
about everything.

Everyone, actually.

Stephanie,
Diane, Jaylyn...

about every woman
that you abused

and then paid off.

Most recently,
Mia, of course.

She told me how
you actually got

that cut on your head.

I told her how you
were getting rough again.

How you started
to strangle me.

I tried to get you to
stop, but you wouldn't.

So I pushed you.

And you hit your head
against the lamp.

How much do you want?

Money?

Well, a pattern
of domestic abuse

going back decades
is pretty bad.

But murder?

Whew, let's see,
carry the one...

Yeah, all of it.

Murder? What are you
talking about?

Joanne Foles.
Ring a bell?

You can stop
pretending, Forest.

Cat's out of the bag.

Or rather, the
bloody duffel bag.

Yeah, you remember giving
that to Ben Sr., right?

Well, see, hmm,

he gave it to his young

and hungry first-year
associate: me.

And here's the
thing, I kept it.

I thought it might
come in handy someday.

I'll get my check book.

Turns out
I'm a pretty smart lady.

Not that smart.

Knock, knock.
It's Lucifer.

Come to save the day.

Everybody stay calm.

Just get back
and I mean it.

I mean it!

Forest, let her go.

Hey, I didn't mean
to kill Joanie.

It was an accident.

I'm sick. I need your help.

Thanks for your help.

I am not gonna help you
this time.

Hands up.

Let her go, Forest.

Was that enough of a confession,
Detective?

Yes. We recorded everything.

It's over, Forest.

Let her go.

Turn around.

Wow.

It's a good place
to celebrate.

Yes, it is.

I have been coming here
ever since I realized

that this may
be the closest

to Heaven that
I'll ever get.

Hmm.

Me, too.

You know, I've been
telling myself

that I've been
doing God's work.

But, uh, if I'm honest...

I think I've been
doing it all for myself.

To get my Father
to give me my wings back.

But you know something,
Charlotte? I think, uh...

I think I'm the one
who took my wings away.

Great. We're both broken.

Yeah.

Well, I guess angels really are
just as flawed as humans,

or at least I am.

Hey, at least
we have each other.

Tiny victories, right?

Tiny?

Uh, may I point out

that you just stopped
a serial abuser?

A murderer.

Yeah, but that
doesn't change the fact

that he hurt
a lot of women.

No.

But because of you...

he will never hurt
anyone ever again.

And I'm pretty sure
that you didn't do that

just for yourself,
did you?

Maybe not.

Well done, Detective.

And, uh, point taken.

What do you mean?

Well, you put away not one,
but two bad guys today.

All without my help.

So it's become very
clear that you...

well, you don't need me.

That's okay, Detective,

because with
that realization

came another.

Hmm.

If you don't need me,

then we've been
working together

all this time
because you want to.

Because you choose to.

You did choose me.

You were right.

I've been trying to go back
to the way things were.

You know, playing
our greatest hits,

because I've been
avoiding dealing

with things in
the present like...

how I feel about you.

I was afraid.

Afraid...

that you'd want me 'cause you've
only seen certain sides of me.

That if you saw
all of me...

knew all of me,

you would run away.

Lucifer.

- Detective, it's true.
- No.

The other side of
me is... it's bad.

It's monstrous, even.

But you wanted the truth,
and you deserve the truth.

Right now, I can't
show it to you,

so I'm just gonna
have to tell you.

Detective...

Chloe...

I am the Devil.

No, you're not.

Not to me.

Oh. Oh.

Let me turn this off.

Right.

Oh.

Oh, it's...

I'm so sorry.
I have to take this.

Of course, no.

Yeah.

Detective, what's wrong?

Hey, just hold on, Charlotte.

I'm, uh, I'm gonna get help.

I already
survived death once.

I think twice is asking
too... too much.

No. You're gonna be okay.

Why did you do that?

Why did you jump in
front of me like that?

It wasn't for myself,
that's for damn sure.

Will you s-stay with me?

Yes.

Yes, I promise.

Let's go home.