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- 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.

- 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
Kane" 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.

No, 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.

- It normally doesn't happen like that.
- I think

- 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.

From far away: "Ooh!"

From up close: "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.

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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 #IWantToLivelnYourSpleen,

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.

Meet our winner: Benny Parker.

And these are some of his tweets.

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

"I wil 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 be 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?

And 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.

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've 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.

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've 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.

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 the night

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. It's 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.

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