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[man 1] Where's my money?

[man 2] I just don't have it!
I've lost it!

[man 1] What do you mean,
"you've lost it"?

-Where is it?
-[man 2] What do you want me to say?

What do you want me to do?

[woman over phone] 911.
What is your emergency?

Hello, people are fighting
in my house.

-Kevin! Kevin, stop!
-[gunshot]

[whimpering indistinctly]

-Good morning, Detective Decker.
-Good morning, Lieutenant Pierce.

Hey, have you seen
the evidence closet?

Uh...

No.

Wow. This is a great closet.

And I--

[moans]

-Oh, yeah. Get some, Decker.
-[pounding]

Look at that.

It's always nice to start the day
nose-to-nose, isn't it?

Speaking of, you'll never guess
what happened to me

-last night, Detective.
-What's that?

[exclaims]

-Woke up alone.
-And?

It's funny, because I usually don't.

Because I usually have women over,
or men, or both, for sex.

[chuckles] Okay.

[sighs]

Will he be coming with you
from now on?

Because he's killing our banter.

Absolutely not. No.
Pierce and I only came...

Drove together just this one time.

-One time. [clears throat]
-Right.

Apparently, the victim's
from a well-connected family.

The suits downtown
want me to keep them in the loop.

Don't worry. I won't interfere
with the investigation,

or the, uh, "Dream Team."

Now, if you'll excuse me...

-Okay. Shall we? [clears throat]
-Uh...

-You have "DNA" on your shirt.
-What?

[exhaling] Weird. That...

Hey, Ella. What's up?

You tell me what's up, player.
[clicks tongue]

So, dead guy...

-There must be an ID.
-Right.

Here lies Kevin Winstead,
of "the" Winsteads, 34 years old.

"The" Winsteads?

The wealthy real estate family
from New York.

Oh. So, what's he doing getting killed
in such a crappy neighborhood?

Apparently, he rented a room here.
Not sure why he would.

But Kevin was notoriously
the black sheep of the Winstead clan.

Heroin addiction.

Although, from the look of these
healed track marks,

it appears that
Kevin might have gone clean recently.

-Not an easy thing to do.
-And apparently, a waste of his time.

-What was the cause of death?
-Gunshot wound to the chest.

Shot during a home invasion robbery?

Maybe, but the killer
never got around to taking anything.

Got interrupted by the house's owner.

That poor boy. He seemed nice.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

I was sleeping,
and I heard glass breaking.

So, I went down to check it out.
And then I heard arguing.

-What were they arguing about?
-The voices were muffled,

but I did hear someone say,
"Kevin, stop!"

So, the intruder knew the victim.

A former heroin addict had
nefarious friends. Shocking.

-Did you get a good look at the guy?
-He was wearing a mask.

I would be dead for sure, if God
hadn't sent that angel to protect me.

What?

So, there was someone else
in the house?

Not another person.
An angel who saved me.

It flew in here,
and it just chased the evil man away.

[chuckles]

I'm sorry. Sorry.

The only things my siblings
would chase away are a good time.

I have proof.

The angel,
he took one of my figurines.

Hmm?

-Gabriel.
-Right.

Try lending him some money,
your tune changes rather quickly.

Mrs. Hernandez, why don't we
get you checked out at the hospital?

-Thank you.
-Yes.

All right, let's do a
background check on Kevin.

Let's see if he had
issues with anybody.

Keep an eye out
for this angelic witness.

Hey, maybe
it was one of your brothers.

[clears throat]

Seriously, is it
one of your brothers?

Preposterous. My father
doesn't send my siblings down

to intervene in
petty robberies in Pacoima.

-He only sends them...
-[cell phone ringing]

...to harass me, and speaking of...

Hello.

Right, I'm here.
What's so dastardly important?

Okay, Luci,
I think we made a mistake.

Revealing divinity
to Charlotte Richards.

[scoffs] "We"? It was your idea.

But now, I'm having second thoughts.
What if she tells someone?

Oh, no, you're right.

'Cause then, that person
might tell someone else,

who then might tell someone else,

which could lead to
absolutely nothing happening,

'cause no one will believe her.

Okay, look,
you might not care, Luci,

but the concept of divinity is
too big for humans to handle.

We don't know what she's
going to do now that she knows.

And I don't care. You're right.

Oh, question, brother.

You don't happen to know if any of
our siblings might be in town?

Not that I'm aware of.

Ah.

-Why?
-It's probably nothing.

Just an old woman in some
unremarkable home

said an angel broke into her house,
saved her life,

stole one of her hideous figurines.

All that trouble
for one ordinary human.

Yeah.

I mean, it would have to be one very
bored, or deeply confused angel.

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]

I mean, there must be
some sort of reasonable explanation.

And you don't remember how
the figurine got into your bedroom?

No. Maybe it was a housewarming gift.

Or a sex toy.

Or a housewarming gift-sex toy.
I just...

And it's identical to the one
missing from that woman's house?

Yes, but it's coincidence, surely.

You've been complaining about
having weird dreams lately.

Including one where
you couldn't control your wings.

I've also dreamt I was
king of the centaur people.

Doesn't mean I'm going to
start wearing horseshoes.

There have been instances
where people sleepwalk,

when they're having difficulty
dealing with painful situations.

Or inversely, not dealing with them.

Is it possible
you're not dealing with something,

and thus "sleep-flying"?

That's absurd. What in the world
could I not be dealing with?

I don't know.
Chloe and Pierce, maybe.

Perhaps you're not as okay with
that relationship as you think.

Look, I am not an idiot, Doctor.

Clearly, I don't love them together.

But I'm also not a 16-year-old,
crying in my bedroom,

with Adele on repeat.

And I'm definitely not this angel.

And I know just how to prove it.

-This was nice.
-This was...

Crap!

Not even remotely close to
what I thought you were going to say.

-No, no. The time. We've got to go.
-What? Why?

Trixie's going to be home any minute.

And you don't want her
to see me here?

Look, you're pretty much the first
person that I've dated since Dan.

I haven't introduced
Trixie to anybody.

And I just don't want
to do that until I'm sure.

And it's not that I'm not sure.

I just... I want to be ready
and I want to know. You know?

Maybe I shouldn't have said all that.

What's the problem?

Listen, fast or slow,
whatever the speed. I'm into this.

If you haven't figured it out, Chloe,
I'm in... I like you.

[cell phone chiming]

Sorry.

-It's Lucifer.
-Of course it is.

Gotta go.

[exclaims] Good, you're here.
We need to find the killer.

Is this that super important thing

you said
you needed to talk to me about?

Yes. Because this case is of
the utmost importance to me now.

Really? Why?

Because, if in
the minuscule realm of possibility

that crazy old lady did, in fact,
see an angel,

I need to prove that
the angel wasn't me.

I think I can help with that.
It wasn't you.

I'm sure you're probably right.

And when the killer confirms as such,
I'll be one happy devil.

So, come on. Chop-chop.
What do we got?

Okay, two days ago, Kevin checked out
of a high-end rehab facility,

Sunrise Sands.

And according to
this incident report,

he got into a pretty nasty fight

with a fellow resident
right before he left.

A guy named Phil Goldstein.

Yeah, come on. I'm driving.

I don't understand why humans waste
so much time resisting their desires.

I mean, a rehabilitation center
for drugs and sex?

Mr. Goldstein,
Detective Chloe Decker, L.A.P.D.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions about Kevin Winstead.

The answer is yes. He's a douchebag.

Did you know that he was murdered?

No. But it's nice to get
good news for a change.

The admin office said that you were
gone for a few hours last night,

during the time of Kevin's murder.

So, would you like to tell us
where you were?

I went for a drive.
We're not prisoners here.

Can anyone confirm that?

If producing nine legal shows
taught me anything,

it's that I don't have to say jack
without a lawyer.

If you'll excuse me,
while I go take a crap.

What are you doing? Stop!

Phil, I've had enough of your crap.

Now, I know
that you killed Kevin Winstead.

And then,
an angel interrupted your escape.

-So, tell me. What did he look like?
-Lucifer.

What the hell are you
talking about, man?

Did he look like me?

-Lucifer, stop.
-I did not kill Kevin.

But you guys did fight, right?

That is only 'cause Kevin
took this rehab stuff so seriously.

The rest of us, it's a smokescreen.

Keep our wives and jobs at bay.

But Kevin wouldn't shut up

about getting clean,
getting his family back.

He drove me nuts. So, I punched him.

Get his family back?

But his parents are dead,
and he wasn't married.

I don't know about any of that.

-Where were you last night?
-Answer her.

Uh... With hookers.

That's why I'm in here.

I'm a sex addict. [chuckles]

It's court-ordered. Anyway, you know,

two steps forward,
one step back, right?

Hey, what was that about?

-It's nothing.
-That was not nothing. Talk to me.

Look, I just haven't been
sleeping well, that's all.

But never mind that. What's next?

What's next is, you take
the afternoon off. Get some rest.

Well, I'd rather go
and find the killer.

It's not a suggestion, Lucifer.

Look, I'm going to spend the rest of
the day poring through Kevin's file,

trying to figure out
who his family is.

We probably won't know anything
until tomorrow morning.

-Tomorrow?
-Go home. You're tired.

Okay, fine.
But only if I can borrow these.

I promise I'll bring them back.

Please don't.

Ew.

[grunts]

[Amenadiel] Luci. Lucifer.

Mmm...

Wake up.

No offense, brother.
But on the list of things

I like to wake up to,
your face falls somewhere after

a horse's head and Coldplay tickets.

I just came to show you this.

"The Angel of San Bernardino"?

See, I thought that maybe
one of our siblings was in town.

But, Luci, it appears that...

I am the angel.

"Witnesses say the unknown Samaritan
appeared to have wings,

and flowing black..."

This is ludicrous. It can't be me.

Can it?

Luci, just look around.
Look at your hands.

I think it is you.
And I think it's all my fault.

In what possible way
is this your fault?

Because I made you show
your wings to Charlotte,

reveal divinity, and now,
Father is punishing us for it.

Father making me do angelic deeds
is a divine kick in the nuts to me.

Well, my punishment
must be forthcoming.

And who knows
in what form it will come.

Don't be ridiculous.

You or I aren't being punished
for Charlotte Richards.

Same as I wasn't punished
for revealing myself to Linda.

Okay. Well, then how do you
explain all of this?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
It's just more manipulation.

Quite possibly,
Dad's master plan all along.

I mean, first, he makes me
look the part of an angel.

And then he forces me
to act it in my sleep.

I don't know, Luci.

Well, if working with the detective
has taught me anything,

it's that I need proof.

Only the killer can say for certain
if it was me.

So, I'm off to work.

-Might have a shower and stuff first.
-Yeah.

I'll get some takeout, because
being with you is the dessert.

It's a date.
Can't wait to see you later.

Hashtag dying of cuteness.

How long have you been there?

Long enough to hear
how totally adorbs that was.

Sounds like
things are going really well.

-They are, but...
-But there's a "but" in there.

I think she's holding back.

She hasn't said the magic words.

-"The magic words"?
-You know...

Those three little words...

Rhymes with "my-guv-boo."

She hasn't said them yet.

You and I, we're the same.

The rock that people
break themselves against.

And you know what happens
to rocks like us?

When we fall, we fall really hard.

Kind of a scary place, huh?

But don't worry, LT.

When the time is right,
she'll say 'em.

And when she finally does...
[imitates explosion]

Everything will change.

I'm counting on it.

Hmm.

Your casserole tastes like roadkill.

Oh, and you, stop telling
stories about your children,

'cause no one cares.

-Sally.
-Oh, Charlotte.

It's not the clothes
that make you look fat, it's the fat.

Yeah. And you...

Hmm...

You're pretty great, actually.

Uh, thanks?

And you...

You're coming with me.

Okay.

Mrs. Bell, this is a copy of
your son's birth certificate.

It says that
Kevin Winstead is the father.

Kevin and I dated years ago.

We were going to get married
after I got pregnant with Jackson.

But I called it off
at the last minute.

[woman] Jackson, stop!
[Jackson shouting] No, no, no, no.

-Honey, what are you doing?
-Hold on, honey.

-Get off the floor.
-I got it.

And people choose to procreate.

I'm afraid my son has Kevin's temper.

But you are the one
with the assault charges?

I did my share of drugs with Kevin.
I'm not proud of who I was then.

Right, the drugs made you wild.

Which is why I stopped using.

But Kevin liked getting high
more than he loved me.

Our relationship became toxic,
so I left.

And when was the last time
you spoke to Kevin?

It's been years.

'Cause it says here
on the phone records,

that he called here three months ago.

Every now and then, he would call,
asking for money, for drugs.

So, whenever I would see
his name on the caller ID,

I would just
hand the phone to Jeremy.

And did Kevin mention
having trouble with anyone,

a drug dealer maybe?

Last time we spoke, he said
he owed somebody a lot of money.

I didn't care to ask who.

Well, I'm not saying this was a
complete waste of time, but it was.

[Dan groans]

So... So, then, I said,

"You can stick that brief in
the circular file under your robe."

[both laughing]

Hint, it's his butt.

Aren't you worried about the fallout?

I had a big revelation recently,

and it's completely changed my
perspective on... Well, everything.

It's liberating. Another round.

Whoa, no, no, no. No, thank you.
I should go.

Relax, you only live once.

Or twice, in my case.

Look, I would love to,

but if I show up back to work
completely hammered,

-there's going to be hell to pay.
-I've got you covered.

I'll put in a word with the big guy.

-With Pierce?
-No, think bigger.

-The Commissioner?
-It's an anadrome for D-O-G.

I love how weird you are.

But I should go.

Or you could duck into that closet,
take off all your clothes.

I'll go freshen up,
meet you in there,

and do the same.

That's really not a good idea.

[knock on door]

Come in.

What are you doing in here?

I was...

I'm calling the police.

No, no, no. No, don't do that.
Don't do that, please.

I am the police.
If I could just...

Right there.

I don't understand.

Why is it taking so long to find
Kevin Winstead's drug contacts

on your computer thingy?

It's easier said than done, Lucifer.

But the man is a degenerate.

He must have been arrested
a thousand times.

Rich families like the Winsteads,
they're all about appearances.

And they've been covering
Kevin's run-ins with the law

since he was a teenager.

But getting a hit,
it might take some time.

So, why don't you go home,
get some sleep, and...

-I can't.
-Why?

Because if I am this
Angel of San Bernardino

and I go to sleep,
then I might do it again.

Okay, well, just don't sleep, then.

Hold on.
That is an excellent plan, Detective.

I'll just never sleep again.

[shouts]

Oh!

Perfect! Harder! Again!

[crowd clamoring]

Come on!

[woman on television]
Put the first layer into...

[man 1] Two hands...

[man 2] And now,
the scavengers coming in...

Hey, Bones, look at that.
Married, right?

Why do you care about my relationship
with my father, Booth?

Look, I'm glad you called,

but it's just
going to take some time.

-I'm still upset and so is Trixie.
-I know.

I'm fine to take it at
whatever pace you need me to.

Fast or slow.

Whatever it takes.

Wait, what did you say?

Fast or slow, why?

It's just... Nothing. Reminds me of
something someone else said.

Well, if you go by
someone else's pace,

it shows how much you really care.

That's incredibly insightful.

I learned it from sex.

That's more you.
All right. Well, thanks, Maze.

Huh.

I got your text.

-Where have you been all week?
-Has it been a week?

Yes.

-Hey, are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.

Rough night. Juice cleanse.
So, what have we got, Booth?

-"Booth"?
-Yeah, it's the FBI agent on Bones.

-The TV show?
-Uh-huh. Watched all 12 seasons.

It's riveting stuff. It's like
watching a documentary of us.

Actually, you're clearly Booth,
I'm Bones, obviously.

-Obviously.
-Kevin's autopsy report.

Good. Now, I've been thinking.

Perhaps there was a slight
depression on the occipital,

or slight fractures to the femur.

You know, there are 206 bones
in the human body.

Each of them a clue, sometimes twice.

And the coccyx is not
what it sounds--

No coccyx.

What I did find
was surveillance video

of Kevin getting arrested
for possession, a few months ago.

Goodie.

Okay. So, who's his doltish
sparring partner?

Matt Kessman, per the arrest report.

[Lucifer] Kevin's dealer?

I guess so.
I spoke to Kessman's roommate.

He said he's doing a job
at the Vito Hotel right now.

-So, if--
-So, if we hurry,

-we could catch him in the act.
-Yes.

Use it as leverage,
get him to talk about Kevin's murder.

Onward, Boothy.

[elevator dings]

[Mike] Excuse me, everyone. If I could
have your attention, please?

Excuse me.

In the ER...

That's Mike Kessman.

...I fix people's hearts
with a scalpel.

Some say it's a miracle.

The real miracle here is how
Sheila fixed Kirby's heart.

Let's hear it
for the happy couple, huh? Cheers.

I find it strange that
a heart surgeon has roommates.

And that he's slugging it out
in an alleyway with a junkie.

Detective, I've seen that man before.

What? Where?

He's the killer.
I'm certain of it.

[Chloe] What?
[Lucifer] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[Chloe] Stop what you're doing. L.A.P.D.

Tell me, you murderous drug dealer,
was it me?

Drug dealer? I'm a heart surgeon.

Don't even try lying to me.
I know you killed Kevin Winstead.

And I know you killed
that intern at the hospital.

Burned her body.

Only her cranium was left
in the smoldering ashes.

Lucifer. Lucifer.

Are you talking about
an episode of Bones?

[clears throat]

Oh, yeah. Yes.
I suppose I am, actually.

Yes, episode 306.
The "Intern in the Incinerator."

-Yes, you were quite good.
-Thank you.

-That wasn't an easy role.
-I thought you were a heart surgeon.

This is all my fault.

I don't have many friends.

Any friends.

So, I hired Matt to be my best man.

Make it look like
I know fancy people.

Can I go back to my wedding now?

Yeah, go ahead.

You were arrested at the park
for fighting with Kevin. So, why?

Did he owe you money? What?

We were fighting because
he wouldn't do any drugs with me.

Because that's the job
I was hired to do.

So, I don't understand.

-So, Kevin was your drug dealer?
-I'm an actor. Times are tough.

I was hired to be Kevin's friend,
just like the groom.

Instead of giving best man speeches,

I was supposed to
keep him nodding out.

Partying.

Who hired you to carry out
this ridiculous charade?

No idea. I got the job through
the agency that sets it all up.

They're called "Masquerade Inc."

Breaking and entering
will get you five years.

You'd have to catch me first.

So, you ready for me to kill you yet?

No. And you can stop asking me.

I'll let you know
when the brand is finally gone.

But don't worry. I think it's soon.

Well, I did my part.
So, what are we thinking?

Pain, or no pain?

No pain. I've had enough
painful death in my time.

Let's keep this last one
quick and clean.

No pain, it is. Not for you, anyhow.

What?

Decker's the one
who's going to suffer.

Well, I've got to admit,
getting her to fall for you,

and then, poof, vanishing. Ruthless.

And that's saying something,
coming from a demon.

Respect.

I don't care who I have to hurt.

As long as it allows me
to finally die.

"No family? No friends? No problem."

And for a fee, they'll send actors
to pose as family or friends

at public functions,
for the sake of appearances.

-That's clever.
-Yeah. Well, it's creepy.

At least, now we know

that whoever hired that exceptionally
talented actor from Bones,

may well be our killer.

So, says here that
Masquerade's office is in Hollywood.

I'm driving.

Lucifer, I won't be able to get
a warrant until tomorrow morning.

No, no, no.
It is imperative that we go now.

It's imperative that you sleep.
You clearly--

[shouts] I can't sleep!

Detective, I can't sleep.

Lucifer, I've had it.

You won't understand, will you?
It's my wings. They're back.

My father, he's manipulating me.

He's making me do things
that I would never do.

What? Like, flying through the night,
helping people like some rogue angel?

Yes. Yes, exactly. That is the only
plausible explanation.

Either that, or Linda's right,

and I'm suppressing pent-up feelings
about you and Pierce,

which is obviously absurd.

You hate that I'm with him.

I could care less that
you're with that insolent dullard.

We both know that's not true.

But what I want to know is
why it bothers you so much.

Because, Detective,
I happen to know him better than you,

and I know that you can't trust him.

Care to elaborate on that?

All right. Yeah. Fine, I will.

Because you deserve
to know the truth.

-Yes, okay.
-Pierce isn't Pierce.

He's Cain, from the Bible.

And he's immortal,
and he's been around for eons.

And all he cares about is ridding
himself of that stupid curse

-that my father put on him--
-Stop!

-...killed his brother--
-Stop!

-You're tired.
-No, I'm not.

-And you're not thinking--
-No, it's not because I'm tired--

And... But since you brought it up,

let me tell you
what I think about Marcus.

He is a good man,
who treats me right.

And I'm happy, Lucifer.

And all I know is how I feel
when I'm around him.

And, you know, I...

I...

We're done here.

Seven carats of pure bliss.

Don't you deserve
a little indulgence?

I'll take it.

[knock on door]

Hey. You got a second?

For you, Amenadiel, always.

Don't go too far.

Dan called me.
He's worried about you.

Well, all is good.
In fact, it's better than good.

It's perfect.

Now, what about
that spartan lifestyle?

-What can I say? Things change.
-And why's that?

Because when you know
a pair of angels that can

zip you up to Heaven
when the time comes,

worrying is a waste of time.

That's not how it works, Charlotte.

What do you mean?

Okay, look. Neither I nor Lucifer

have the power to get
anyone into Heaven.

I don't have my wings.

And, Lucifer, well,
he is most unwelcome.

So, the only thing that matters,
Charlotte, truly, is who you are.

It's okay. Nothing's changed.

Don't you see, that's the problem.

The second I thought
I had a free pass,

an excuse not to be good,

I relapsed into my old ways.

Into who I really am.

There's no hope for me.
Amenadiel, I can't change.

I'm going to Hell.

[gasping] Oh, God.

Mommy, did you know,
if you're ever mean to me

I could just go on this site
and order a new mommy?

Oh, yeah? How are you
going to pay for that?

With your credit card.

I've gotten pretty good
at your signature, you know.

I don't doubt that.

All right, come on. Let's go get some
pizza and ice cream on the way home.

He seems nice.

He is nice.

You know, monkey, since Daddy,

I haven't really dated anyone.
Well, seriously.

And Marcus and I,

we've been spending
a lot of time together.

And the truth is, I like him a lot.

And it's just so important to me
that you're okay with that.

Is he the reason
you've been so happy lately?

I think so.

Does he like chocolate cake?

You know what, I don't know.
Let's ask him.

Okay.

Right. [clears throat]

Oh, my God.

What is it, Mommy?

That's Jeremy Bell.
The husband we interviewed.

Hello?

Anyone there?

[wind howling]

[Lucifer] Trouble sleeping?

Mr. Morningstar,
what are you doing here?

Shh.

It's probably best
not to wake your family.

Even though they're not your family.

I just came from Masquerade,
where a most cooperative employee

helped me connect the dots.

So, you used to be an actor?

We're in LA.
Everybody used to be an actor.

Well, not everyone gets
such a cushy gig, do they?

Your so-called wife

worried she'd no longer
fit in with the classes,

after she'd broken off
with her deadbeat baby-daddy,

hired you to play husband and father.

Murdering to keep the gig,
that seems a tad method,

-don't you think?
-Murder? That's crazy.

All right, look, you need to leave,
or I'm going to call the police.

Please, spare me the theatrics,

because I am in no mood to hear

the half-baked
recitation of innocence

by a, well, mediocre actor.

Was it mediocre acting

that got Mary
to actually fall in love with me?

And Kevin's reappearance
has put all that in jeopardy.

Yeah, I wasn't about
to let that loser

weasel his way back in here.

Just like I'm not going to let you
mess it up, either.

Too bad you're trespassing.

[groans]

What the hell?

That's kind of you
to admit your guilt,

but the trying to kill me part,
less so...

[exclaims]

Now, tell me
what I really want to know.

-Am I the angel?
-What angel?

Did I stop you
from killing that old woman?

What happened the night
you killed Kevin?

Okay, I'll tell you.

After I shot him, I ran out.
I bumped into that old lady.

There was nobody else there.

She fell into some kind of
religious trance, so I bolted.

She saw an angel. Was it me?

No, I...
It was a shadow from those figurines!

The figurines? The angel figurines?

Did you plant the figurine
in my bedroom?

No, no. I touched one of them.

So, I took it.
But it had my prints on it.

I destroyed it right after, I swear.

How...

[grunting]

I was only trying
to protect my family!

It was never your family to protect,
you pathetic impostor.

You stole it from Kevin Winstead.

And then, you kept him distracted

by hiring someone
to keep the party going.

Driving him to self-destruction.

Stoking the very fires
of his own weakness,

to keep him out of the way.

How could I be so blind?

Jeremy Bell, L.A.P.D.

It's all my fault.

I killed Kevin Winstead.

I am a pathetic impostor.

[elevator dings]

What are you doing?

-Trying to find it, Maze.
-Find what?

-Your self-respect?
-The angel figurine.

It's here somewhere.

I need to find it,
so that I can convince the detective

that Pierce
isn't who she thinks he is.

I don't understand. Explain.

I figured it out, haven't I?
Pierce has been gaslighting me.

He's been tricking me into thinking

I've been doing good deeds
in my sleep.

Why would he do that?

Because... To keep me away
from the detective,

so he can pursue her.

He must be back to thinking

that she's the key
to lifting his bloody curse.

I mean, I tried to warn her,
but she wouldn't listen, would she?

And why wouldn't she listen?

Because the detective
always needs proof.

And what better proof,

than that trinket
that he used to deceive me?

[laughs]

Wait.

If you want Chloe to believe you,
you have to do it right.

Take it to Ella,
and have her do her lab thingy.

Yes, yes. You're right.

First, back up, tell me everything.

Start at the beginning.
Don't leave a single thing out.

It's just so hard to put
everything together in my mind.

Maze, I mean...
You wouldn't understand.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Which is not like you at all.
Why are you even here?

You're helping him, aren't you?

"Helping him"?

This was my idea.

After Pierce told me
about that old lady,

who thought she saw an angel,
that's when it all came together.

I planted the figurine by your bed.

My neck is still jacked
from wearing those fake wings,

to save that dumb family
in San Bernardino.

You came this close
the other night to waking up

after I took those handcuffs off.

Thankfully, handcuffs in bed,
I got that.

Why would you
do this to me, Mazikeen?

Because I know the only thing
that matters to you more than Chloe.

You. Easiest way to spin you out,

tap into those daddy issues.

"I can't get rid of my wings.
Daddy's controlling me."

Wah, wah, wah.

-You're stalling me, aren't you?
-[chuckling]

I need to get to the detective!

Hi. What do you have?

You're lucky you're cute,
because I hate surprises.

Come on, let me see.

To celebrate solving a murder.

Ah!

My second favorite kind of six-pack.

Thank you.

And this.

I'm more of
a key lime pie guy myself,

but every proper bribe
requires self-sacrifice.

Trixie is going to love this.

It's her favorite.
She's at a birthday party right now.

Birthday party.

Maybe she's already had
enough cake for the evening.

Well, then, maybe we can all

share it together tomorrow morning
for breakfast.

You mean, I don't have to sneak

out of the house
in the morning like a teenager?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Are you sure?

I'm sure. Yeah,
I am done walking on eggshells.

I'm done worrying about
how this affects everybody else.

Because the way that I feel
about you is... Just...

Don't get a big head, all righty?

We're both adults
and it's not that big a deal.

But, anyhow, here it goes.

I really like spending time with you.

And I know why, because, Pierce, I--

Stop.

-I can't do this.
-What?

Wait, no, Marcus, don't freak out.

I mean, I know that this is scary,
but sometimes,

you just have to take
a leap of faith, you know?

Hold on. Did something happen? Did...
Is it something I did, or said?

Because, look,
we can take this slow.

I just thought that...

You're just making this too hard.

-What?
-It's not worth it.

I'm not worth it?

-I have to go.
-What?

[door opens and closes]

[grunts]

Why? Why did you hurt her?

Why?

For the first time, I had it.
It was right there in my grasp.

The one thing I always wanted.

It was so close.
I just had to have her say the words.

But I couldn't.
I couldn't do that to her.

I couldn't hurt her like that.

Oh, you hurt her plenty. And now,

I am going to hurt you, you...

[grunts]

Get up! Come on!

You do what you have to do, Lucifer.
I deserve it.

Your mark, it's gone.

[theme music playing]