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- Someone's escaped from Hell.

- Who has escaped Hell?
- Mum.

All I've wanted is to
reunite our family.

I don't understand you.

All right, whatever
this is between us.

- I like you.
- What is she doing here?

Charlotte Richards,
the defense attorney.

It appears you've been busy.

I thought I'd dive
into my employment.

It's not that hard
once you read the law books.

So, what happened?

Well, I cut a hole in space and time,

Mum's light flooded through it,
then it closed up

behind her. All good.

Mom is gone?

Yes.

What is going on?
Who are you?

Detective, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I mean,
thanks to Lieutenant Pierce.

He saved my life.

But don't worry, pal.

Luckily, Pierce was with her.

But I wasn't.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Mmm!

Mmm, mmm. Mmm? Mmm!

Simon.

Working late, huh?

Orders went up again.

Got to make another batch.

Hmm.

If you don't
eat it all first, Lalo.

Have fun cooking.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Oh, hell.

Trixie.

But, Mom, I lost
Wonder Woman's lasso!

No excuses.

You know the rules.

Ah, good morning,

Detective. Child.

Your text said
to meet you here.

Yeah, I don't think it said to
barge in like you own the place.

Anyhow,

Pierce called from the hospital.

Because apparently
he never stops working.

But we have a new case.

What, "The Case of
the Missing Bedpan"? Riveting.

No, an actual case.

So, let's get moving.

Ah. Well, hello.

"Swear Jar"?

Oh, yes.

Trixie's...

You give your child money
every time she swears?

Oh, bravo, Detective.

No, no, no.
She pays

for every bad word she says.

Ah, well, then
I'm even more impressed.

Really? Thank you, Lucifer.

Impressed that you extort money
from your offspring.

I mean,
what a ridiculous idea.

"Bad" words.

Determined by a set
of arbitrary rules.

Just like my Father's.

Here, child.

This should buy you
plenty of juicy words.

- You swear away.
- Here, Trixie.

I am trying to get her
to stop swearing

and teach her
accountability.

- Ever heard of it?
- Yes,

I have, actually,
and I happen to think

accountability is overrated.

I mean, take your almost
getting shot at the ranch.

At first, I felt bad

I wasn't there
to protect you.

Eh, what?

You shouldn't have
felt bad.

Exactly.

Because accountability
is overrated.

No, because you don't
need to protect me.

And it wasn't your fault
to begin with.

You're right.

It was my Dad's fault.

- Oh... what?
- I mean, I'm sure

it was Him manipulating things
like He always does.

Try to teach me a lesson
about responsibility

or some nonsense like that.

Right, because that
makes more sense than someone

shooting at me because
I was about to arrest him.

I know!

And I am so over Him
getting in my head,

so, as of today, I have decided

I shall no longer be affected
by my Father's shenanigans.

Really?
Why do I doubt that?

But...

Trixie, money in the jar,
then off to school.

Uh, child,

before you do that...

Oy vey.

Someone forgot to exfoliate.

Victim's name
is Simon Fisher, 42.

Senior food chemist for
Performance Pudding Plus.

And apparently

a very clumsy one.

This wasn't an accident.

The irregular scuff marks,
those indicate a struggle.

Ella's working on
cause of death.

Well, he obviously drowned
in this vat of semen.

It's pudding, Lucifer.

Sure, I've heard it
called that, too.

Poor dude didn't drown.

And, aside from his
Freddy Krueger makeover,

no other wounds, so,

my money's on death by scalding.

- Oh.
- Can't be sure, though,

until we get him cleaned up
and autopsied.

Well, I'm sure our resident
pudding fan must be loving this.

Don't even joke, man.

Pudding Plus
is my favorite, okay?

Twice as much protein
as all the other brands.

Now with twice
as much dead guy.

Who found the body?

I feel terrible.

If only I hadn't been

in the bathroom so long,

maybe I would have
heard something,

seen something.

Maybe I could have
prevented this.

Quite a lot of security
just for pudding.

It's big business.

Thanks to the secret
recipe that Simon created.

Can't just let anyone peek
behind the curtain.

- Right.
- Well, we need to.

So, can you give us the access
to your security footage?

That's above my pay grade.

You'd have to talk to
the big man upstairs.

God?

Uh, no. The company's owner.

Oh. Right.

His boss.

How can I even eat this
after what I've seen?

Is someone trying
to tell me something?

Well, if He is, don't let
Him inside your head.

Learn from my
mistakes, Daniel.

Lucifer.

- Yeah?
- Adrian Yates,

the CEO of Pudding Plus,

is in the
conference room.

He brought his
security tapes.

Oh, excellent.

Who says solving murders
can't be easy?

Mr. Yates, thank
you for coming.

Your security footage will
be incredibly helpful.

Did you bring the tapes?

Sorry, but no.

What? Why not?

Because I told him not to.

I'm Mr. Yates' attorney

and the LAPD isn't laying
a finger on those tapes.

Mum?

You are not crazy.

No one knows you can't remember
the last few months.

You will pretend that zou do.

Own it.

You will not...

not give them a reason to
put you in a padded cell.

You look surprised to see me.

Charlotte,

we... just didn't expect
to see you so soon.

Thought your brush with death
might have changed you.

It has.

Hasn't it?

Back to being
Charlotte Richards?

Right?

- Why are you here?
- Apparently,

someone was trying to speak
to my client without counsel.

I am here to inform you that
a stunt like that won't stand,

nor will your request
for any security footage.

We just wanted Mr. Yates' help.

A friendly conversation,

but this makes it seem
like you're hiding something.

Yes.

An ulterior motive for
being here, perhaps?

Excuse me?

It's awfully curious timing,
you back in my life

with everything
that's happening.

This is about me, isn't it?

If this was a social visit,
you would most certainly know.

And what we're hiding
is Pudding Plus'

proprietary recipe.

Releasing those tapes
would reveal

how their pudding is made,

committing their secret formula
to public record,

which could cost the company
millions.

Besides, the killer's not
on any of the footage anyway.

Mr. Yates, it's best
if I do the talking.

But all that you can see is that
there's some sort of scuffle

out of frame.
The killer's

not visible from
any of the angles.

Okay, so, see,
that there.

That's a clue.
That means the killer

knew how to avoid
the cameras.

This could be an inside job.

Who-who has access to the lab?

I'm assuming you're
at the top of that list.

All right, Detective,
you can stop right there.

Mr. Yates, not a word.

We're done here.

But,
I'm not done with you.

Which part of my briefcase
closing do you not understand?

Uh...

Still waiting
for Pudding Man's autopsy.

Cleaning that tasty treat
off a boiled corpse...

tougher than you'd imagine.

I'd rather not imagine,
actually.

Adrian, I'm telling...

Oh, hey,

let's go somewhere
that's not here,

like... over there.

I hear over there
is really nice.

Hi.

Hello.

Did you see that?

She barely even looked at me.

It's like she's a completely
different person.

Yes, very perceptive,
Daniel.

why is she here?

What's her angle?

Dude, I cannot deal
with your weirdness right now.

Yeah.

First A.D.!

So,
I found seven Pudding Plus employees

with keycard access
to the lab.

Unfortunately, all seven,
including Adrian Yates,

- have solid alibis.
- You don't say.

But I did find one other person
with a keycard,

an old one... Adrian's former
business partner, Grace Foley.

She left the company
two years ago

to start her own
rival pudding company,

- Heavenly Pudding.
- Fascinating.

Yeah, they're shooting their
ad campaign here on Stage 69.

Mm-hmm.

Should be just past
the creepy flasher.

That's nice.

Lucifer, I know you're not
listening to me.

Creepy flasher? Stage 69?

69? What... where?

I reversed the numbers
to get your attention.

And what is so important
on your phone?

I'm trying to reach

Charlotte Richards.
She won't answer my calls

or respond to my texts.

Why are you so obsessed
with your stepmom?

I need to talk to her,
get to the bottom

of why she's returned.

Well, to represent her client.
That's why.

No, no.

It has to be more than that.

I mean, right when
I'm dealing with...

...with complications
my Father's thrown my way?

No, her return has to be
another one of His grenades.

Well, I thought you were done
being affected

by your father's "shenanigans,"

over him
"getting in your head."

You're right.
I did say that, didn't I?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Okay, fine.

I am not thinking about Dad.

Not thinking about Charlotte.

It's not working.
Why is it not working?

Maybe you need a distraction.

Something else
to focus on.

Detective.

You have never been more right.

But... No, I meant the ca...

To focus on the case.

That's it.

What the...?

Not at all accurate, but...

I approve.

Unless Dad has something
to do with this as well.

Ugh!

So conflicted,
but... can't look away.

No! No, no, no, no!

More! More!

Oh, come on.

I need more pudding!
More.

I want pudding everywhere.

This is a pudding commercial.

I can't sell the pudding
if I can't see the pudding.

And I want more pudding

in... what's her name...
blondie's mouth.

I don't care if she can't
breathe. Go, now.

- Excuse me.
- Geez.

- Grace Foley?
- Wha... why are your clothes still on?

I ask myself that all the time.

LAPD. We have some
questions for you.

How well
did you know Mr. Fisher?

Simon?

I'd been trying
to poach that genius

ever since I started
my own company.

Then what?

You got tired of him
rejecting you,

so you snuck into his lab and...

licked the pudding off every
inch of his beautiful...

Please.

You... sorry.

You think I killed him?

Vengeance, corporate sabotage,
all in one fell swoop?

- It makes sense.
- Okay.

Even if I did kill him,
which I did not,

you really think

I'm dumb enough
to admit it?

Especially without
my lawyer present?

Speaking of, let's get her
down here, shall we?

What?

She wants her lawyer here.

- So?
- So,

maybe you should find out
what she desires more?

Oh, you want me to...

- Just, yes.
- Okay, then.

Why didn't you just ask?

Ms. Foley.

Personal space.
Ever heard of it?

You don't want to call
your lawyer, do you?

What are you doing?

Come on, tell me
what you really want.

What's your greatest desire?

My greatest desire...

is to...

stop shooting
this exploitative garbage.

Garbage?

What are you talking about?

What you're doing is art.

Is it, though?

Well, despite
the unwelcome reminder

of Dad and my wings,

I've never wanted pudding
more in my life.

Exactly.

Because we're selling sex...

which has absolutely nothing

to do with pudding...

to distract people
from the fact

that my pudding
tastes like crap.

Ooh, that's an odd choice
of flavors.

Well, even
more motive for you

to sneak into the lab,

steal the secret recipe.

What? Did Simon just get
in your way?

I didn't need
to steal their recipe.

Simon offered to sell it
to me three days ago.

What?

But then, before I could agree
to his terms,

he was murdered and not by me.

More than anyone,
I needed Simon alive.

If Simon was selling
the secret recipe,

then this may not be
about corporate sabotage

as much as
corporate espionage.

If Adrian found out, he'd
want to stop Simon and...

Hello.

- Hi again.
- What's your name?

Ugh.

- Really?
- Good to see you.

It suits you,
that name, doesn't it?

Really? Can I?

Lucifer.

- Can you come here?
- One moment.

Yes?

So, I'm gonna ask
Grace a follow-up.

Why don't you

take your new friend and escort
her back to her trailer?

Her trailer?
Are you suggesting...?

Who are you and what have you
done with the detective?

Put this on her. She looks cold.

Copy that.

Darling, would you like
to take five in the trailers?

And that's really why I just
need to speak to the woman

whose body once housed
my mother's soul.

I don't believe it.
He's doing it again, isn't He?

- Who?
- Dad.

He's in my head,

ruining this moment that
you and I could be having.

I do apologize.

LAPD. Don't move.

Let me guess. You work
for Adrian Yates.

Think you've got me confused
with somebody else, lady.

I don't think I do.

Saw you watching us earlier.

Detective,
what's happening?

Sometimes big
corporations, they have

fixers on their payroll to
prevent corporate espionage.

Or clever detectives

from learning
about said espionage.

I'm not saying anything
more without my lawyer.

Ah, wonderful.

Well, if he works for Yates,

that means his lawyer is
Charlotte Richards, right?

You said there was
someone to see me.

Oh.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Yeah.

Answers.

What's with the cold shoulder,
Charlotte?

Not just back at the
precinct, but my calls...

you haven't returned
any of them.

I'm sorry.
I've been incredibly busy.

All that time,

what did you think we were?

What did you think we were?

I have no freakin' clue.

I...

You seduce me.

You hack into my phone.

You become a suspect in a case.

You tell me I'm
your-your favorite human,

whatever that means.

You almost die,

and then you ghost me for weeks.

Nothing about any of that
makes any sense to me.

I'm sorry, Detective Espinoza.

Dan.

It doesn't make
any sense to me either.

Whether you understand it
or not,

you don't just pretend
like it... never happened.

You know what,

I'm just... I'm
gonna let it go.

I'm gonna let Lucifer
deal with you,

because he's the only
one who ever really...

I guess, understood what
you were up to anyways.

So, Lucifer and I were close?

Oh, in ways that
I'll never understand.

Yes, I-I completely understand,
and I will

definitely talk to Trixie.

This won't happen again.

Thanks.

That was Trixie's school
calling.

Apparently, she's been using

some very creative language
today.

Oh. Do tell.

Well, she called her math
homework a "cluster duck"

and her teacher
a "mother flunker."

Did she not call anyone a
"sock sucker"?

What? It's just someone
who sucks socks.

I can't believe
you're teaching my daughter

loophole swear words.

In my defense,

"mother flunker" was entirely
the little deviant's creation.

And very clever
of her, I might add.

That's not the point.

I'm trying to teach my child
a lesson,

and you just made my job
that much more difficult.

You parents,
always with your lessons.

Or as I like to call
them, mind games.

Well, I'm about to get to the
bottom of my Father's latest.

It's Charlotte time!

You're not Charlotte.

And yet people get us
confused, like, all the time.

Hi. Larry.

Charlotte is busy at the moment,
so Richards and Wheeler sent me.

Mother flunker.

Where are you going?

Well, I only came
to see Charlotte.

Besides, having me here
would just make your job

"that much more difficult,"
wouldn't it?

Well, hello.

What...

what are you doing here?

I knew it. You are back
for a reason, aren't you?

Hmm? Hey?

Come on, tell me.
Why are you here?

Mm! Mm!

What in Dad's name
are you doing?!

Don't pretend
you didn't like that.

- Well, I most certainly did not.
- Lucifer,

I know we were close.

- Not that close.
- Oh, no sense in being coy.

- We're all alone here.
- Mm!

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

I...

I don't understand.

You couldn't keep your eyes
off me at the precinct.

Your desperate messages,
needing to see me.

D-Detective Espinoza...

heartbroken
because we were close.

For the f...
first time

since I woke up on that beach,
I thought,

"Finally,
something that makes sense.

Of course I'm sleeping with
Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome."

- Uh... uh...
- But now you're saying

that's not...
not even that's the case?

Look, I can assure you
that you and I have not

or will not ever,
ever, ever...

sleep together.

Well, if not lovers,
then what were we, friends?

More like...

...family.

I can't ta...

can't take this anymore.

I'm...

I'm missing time.

Months...

and months of time.

It's like...

someone else was living my life.

Ruining it.

My work...

my relationships, my...

my family.

I have no idea...

why my husband got custody
of the kids.

Or why I've been...

denied visitation rights.

But ever since I woke up
on that beach...

I've been pretending...

like I remember it all,

Because otherwise
everyone would think that...

that I'm crazy.

Maybe I am.

You're not crazy.

You're just an innocent,
aren't you?

Caught up in a game
not of your own.

Oh, believe me,
I'm not innocent.

But I don't think I deserve...

What?

In my m...

my missing time...

it feels like I was...

trapped...

in some...

horrible nightmare,

reliving it over and over and...

over again.

It feels almost like I was in...

Hell?

Now you probably think
I'm crazy, too.

Do you realize
who you're talking to?

Right. Lucifer.

The Devil.

Yeah, well, if you believe me,

then you're
just as crazy as I am.

Or perhaps you knew
exactly where you were.

Why would I go to Hell?

It's not like I'm a bad person.

I work hard.

Pay my taxes.
Don't hurt anyone.

Well, perhaps you feel
more guilt than you realize.

Well, on the ridiculous...

off chance that Hell
actually is possible...

how do I make sure
I never go back?

Well, uh, this is
your second chance, correct?

So perhaps
avoid doing

devious and dastardly things
from now on.

I mean, it's boring, I know.

Does...

knowingly impeding
a homicide investigation count?

Uh...

- Why does stuff like this always happen to me?
- Because you are

a softy, Dan...
it's one of the many things I love about you.

No, what I am is a dummy.

She acts like I barely exist,
so what do I do?

I go to her office

to get rejected again.

You're being too hard
on yourself.

And eating your emotions?
I thought you were

giving that stuff up.

I can't just quit
cold turkey, Ella.

Not at a time like this.

Hey, it could
always be worse.

You could end up
like our vic here.

Guess what his autopsy found.

Couple of kidney stones
the size of golf balls.

Ouch.

Dude was suffering
from intense renal failure.

I mean, even he hadn't
been pudding'd alive,

he would have died within days
from urinary sepsis.

What are the odds,

two horrible ways of dying
hitting the same person

around the same time?

That's a good point.

What are the odds?

It says here that Pudding Plus
employs you to handle

their corporate security.

And I know that
Simon Fisher

compromised that security
by trying to sell

your company's
most valuable secret

to the other side.

- So?
- So...

would you consider
Mr. Fisher "handled"?

My client doesn't need
to respond to that.

You're right.

I guess we'll just leave it
to a jury.

There is no "other side."

Excuse me?

I guess Grace
forgot to mention,

as of a month ago,
Pudding Plus

and Heavenly Pudding
decided to merge.

Tell her.

It's true.
And also

not illegal...
last time I checked.

Richards and Wheeler
are representing

the merged company.

So whatever threat
Fisher posed by selling

his recipe
to the "other side," gone.

No motive for murder.

Then why were you following me?

I didn't know where
your investigation was going.

Couldn't let Fisher's death
threaten the merger.

Do you know how much money
is in pudding?

Detective.

You're needed
in the conference room.

Ah.

Detective, look who I found.

And she comes
bearing gifts.

The security footage

you requested.

Why are you handing
this over now?

- You seemed so opposed to it earlier.
- Well, it's recently come

to my attention that
I need to make a change.

So I'm trying to do
what's right.

If I can prove
my client is innocent

and help you find
your killer...

clean conscience,
here I come.

Huh.

You can't see
the killer here.

Just as my client said.

All this video shows
is what we already know...

that someone familiar with the
cameras went into this room

and pushed Simon
into the vat.

Yeah, but everyone
with access had alibis.

Oh,
you're not suggesting a murderer

actually lied about
where they were?

Daniel.

We double-checked them, okay?

They're all
pretty ironclad.

Hmm.

Oh, my gosh.

Of course.

What?

What the hell, Ella?

You're welcome.

I just saved your life.

Check it out.

Two of their
secret ingredients, right?

Melamine and cyanuric acid.

Separate,
both are harmless.

But when combined, they create
a hard-to-detect toxin

that, over time, can cause...
drumroll, please...

renal failure.

The kidney stones you found.

Yeah. Looks like the "plus"
in Pudding Plus...

is poison.

Poisonous pudding?
Are you kidding me?

So, Simon must have gotten sick

from his constant
exposure to it?

Well, what kind of idiot would
intentionally put poison

- in their own product?
- These two chemicals have been known

to fake the appearance
of a higher protein content.

- Which is Pudding Plus' biggest selling point.
- But wouldn't people

eventually realize
that it's poisonous?

- I mean, the company would lose everything.
- Not necessarily.

If you have hundreds
of millions of dollars,

and you get sued
for a couple of million,

you still have hundreds
of millions of dollars.

- But people die.
- Yeah, well,

it's the same calculation
the car manufacturers make

when they find out
they have faulty airbags.

Which costs them less,
recalling the car

or enduring the lawsuits?

Yeah,
but why would Simon

try to sell the formula to Grace
if it was killing him?

Unless he didn't.

Maybe when he found out
what he created,

he was just trying to stop it.

And who better to expose

Pudding Plus' dirty secret

than their biggest
competitor?

But Simon
didn't know

the two companies were merging.

Soon they won't be
in competition.

Suddenly,
everyone has motive

to keep Simon quiet.

Adrian, Grace and the fixer.

Three potential killers.

And as the merged
company's counsel...

you represent all of them.

Charlotte,
where are you going?

To join the Peace Corps
or donate my entire savings

to an orphanage or build a shelter for blind,
one-legged puppies.

Well, as long as you're
not being overdramatic.

I thought delivering those tapes
would help clear my ledger.

But instead, it just revealed
that I've been defending

three guilty people?

- Uh...
- If that's true,

how guilty does that make me?

This isn't a good time.

I know how you've
been treating Dan.

Okay? And I want you to know
that I got his back.

- What's that mean?
- I used to see

a light in you.

But now, I don't know,
something's different.

All I see now...

is darkness.

Oh, there you are.
Where'd you run off to?

Just needed to
clear my head.

- Do you think Charlotte will be all right?
- Yeah.

Why wouldn't she be?
That woman's like a rock.

Like a very mean, scary, hot,

well-dressed rock.

Yes, well...
you'd be surprised, Detective.

Okay.

Well, now that we know
all three suspects

have the same motive... money...

I looked into
the company's financials

to see who had the most to lose
if the merger failed.

And get this...
it's none of our three.

You really think I killed Simon?

Lalo, we know you stood
to gain hundreds

of thousands of dollars
in vested stock options

- once those two pudding companies merged.
- That's a lot of money.

For you. Obviously.

But, uh, it all
would have disappeared

had Simon revealed the truth
behind his illness.

You... you mean Simon
really was sick?

You knew about that?

Sure. He said
he was gonna die.

But I didn't take it seriously.

- He said a lot of things that night.
- What night?

About a month ago,
we went out drinking.

Simon got wasted.

He started going off
about how Mr. Yates

wasn't listening to him,

and that people were
gonna suffer for it.

He said something about
how it was his own fault.

Simon said that...

maybe he should just end it.

End what?

His life.

Huh.

I had no idea
what he was talking about.

And you didn't think
to tell us this sooner?

Like when he
showed up dead?

A bunch of drunken nonsense?

It's not like he jumped

into that vat.

I mean...

boiling pudding?

There's easier ways to go.

But none so revealing.

What?

What if this was
Simon's Hail Mary?

A way to expose the truth
that he felt so guilty about.

Oh, so you think
the man actually killed himself

to lead us to the toxin?

Well, if he did, it worked.

The suicide version's
looking more and more likely.

Day before his death,
Simon changed his will.

He donated

all his possessions to charity.

He even gave away
his pet turtle.

Huh.

And the scuff marks
on the platform...

He must have faked a struggle
to make it look like a homicide.

- To keep us investigating the companies.
- Huh.

Hello,
Charlotte Richards' office.

Charlotte, good news.

It was a suicide.

So no need to worry.

You won't be representing
any murderers.

Charlotte just left.

She went to meet some clients.

Why do I get the feeling

Charlotte's about
to do something very stupid?

So, what's this about?
Why the last-minute meeting?

Yeah, and why here?

Didn't we agree
to delay merger talk

until after the LAPD ends
their investigation?

We did. This meeting
is about other business.

Personal business.

What the hell does that mean?

No one's leaving here
until I figure out

which one of you
murdered Simon Fisher.

Um...

So, a funny thing happened

a couple of months ago.

I sort of died.

And apparently
there's a chance I went to Hell.

Oh, I know. I was...

I was as shocked as you are.

I'm feeling much better now.

Thanks for asking.

Though there might be

a slight chance

that I'm having
a nervous breakdown

as we speak.

Anyhow...

I've had some time to think,

and I'm pretty sure that my sin

was a lifetime of defending

known criminals and murderers.

Apparently
nobody bothered to tell me

that all the blood
that they shed

is on my hands, too.

Now, here I am

with a second chance,

and one of you...

is screwing it up.

So, speak.

Which one of you killed Simon?

- Charlotte, none of us did it.
- He's right.

No, I know that Simon
was about to blow the whistle

on your little secret.

So one of you

must have done it.

Why are we still sitting here?

I'm done
listening to this crazy bitch.

Sit down!

Why don't you make me?

That can't be good.

What the hell? You
could have shot me.

Very easily.

Now sit.

Look, lady, all I did
was intimidate Simon.

And I stopped as soon as Adrian

called me off. I was just
doing what he paid me to do.

W-We didn't need to kill Simon.

- We kept him quiet.
- A-And just sped up the merger.

We were all set to
make record profits

despite Simon's
nitpicky safety concerns.

Yeah. Why would we go kill him
after all of that?

Well, I don't know.

Loose ends, maybe?

I'm gonna make this right
one way

- or another.
- Charlotte.

Wait.

- Lucifer?
- They're telling the truth.

None of these scoundrels
killed Simon.

He killed himself.

A dying man's plan
to expose the company

and its crimes.

That doesn't make any sense.

Charlotte...

they're innocent.

No.

No, they're not.

Did you not hear
what I just said?

Oh, I heard.
So they didn't kill Simon.

What about everybody
who eats their stupid pudding?

They all knew
their product was poisonous.

Innocent people are gonna die
because of them.

I've lived my life

finding loopholes,

ways of evading responsibility
for my clients.

Myself.

Turns out...

there are no loopholes.

If you're guilty,

you're guilty.

I understand that you want

to clear the red
from your ledger.

But believe me, Charlotte,
this is not the way to do it.

Then what am I supposed to do?

I can't go...

I can't go back there.

Can't.

Then here's what you need to do,
Charlotte.

Trust me.

Thank you.

What about them?

Well...

whilst I was lurking
in the shadows,

they said quite a few
incriminating things.

Detective, was that enough
for a proper perp walk of shame?

Yep, plenty.

FBI's gonna have a field day
with these recorded confessions.

You may not have pushed Simon
to his death,

but you'll pay for your role
in poisoning him.

- Nice win, partner.
- Thank you very much.

I'm just surprised you let me
enter the factory first.

Oh, I figured it was your turn
to get shot at.

Oh.
- You know, you were right about Charlotte.

There's more to her
than I thought.

- The things she said...
- Sounded loony?

No. Sounded like
somebody wrestling

with their demons.

I couldn't help but overhear
what you said back there.

Sounds like you're...

going through a lot.

I'm sorry you're struggling.

You're right.

I am going through a lot.

But that's no excuse
for how I've treated you.

Well, I appreciate that.

Maybe we could meet
for coffee sometime.

Maybe.

Hope I'm not interrupting
anything, Daniel.

Charlotte, ready
for that ride home?

Trixie, can you come out here?

Hi, Mommy.

Monkey, I want to talk to you

about what happened today
at school.

Did you tell Miss Morgan

to "go to shell"?

I didn't technically
break any rules.

You know what?

Lucifer was right.

The swear jar, it's...
it's a dumb idea.

Mommy gave you a bunch of rules

without explaining things.

The real reason

that we shouldn't swear

is that bad words
make people feel bad.

And I know you don't want
to make people feel bad, right?

'Cause the truth is
if you go looking for loopholes,

you'll always find them.

And I can't force you
to do the right thing.

You'll just have to
learn that on your own.

So no more swear jar. Okay?

So does that mean
I get my money back?

Nice try.

Would you like to come in?

You're not gonna pounce
on me again, are you?

Because that was
a smashing success last time.

Come in, scaredy-cat.

After today, I need wine stat.

This whole "being good" thing?

Tougher than I thought.

It's a nice place you've got.

Though, uh, could stand
to nest a bit more.

I don't even remember
getting this place.

I hope you like red.

I'm a ros� girl, myself.

Apparently while I was away,

I bought 30 cases of Merlot.

Yes.
Sorry about that.

Why would you be sorry?

You're not responsible
for my lost time.

No.

Yet I can't help but feel...

...somewhat accountable.

Is that why you're here?

Well, this strange,
inexplicable compulsion

to make sure you're okay?

Very possibly.

Dad be damned.

You spent time with me when I...

wasn't me.

What was I like?

Well, you were...

quite the handful, actually.

Intense.

Jealous.

Hair-trigger emotions.

Prone to making
cosmically epic mistakes.

But everything that you did...

the other you did, I...

I know that it came
from a place...

...of love.

I will miss her.

More than she'll ever know.

But that isn't you, is it?

- No. No, it's not.
- No.

Right. Well, then...

I look forward

to getting to know the real you.

And I you.

Welcome back,
Charlotte Richards.