LUCIFER:
Previously on Lucifer...
LUCIFER: Make yourself
a drink, Detective.
No more drinks.
No more blurred lines.
No more trying to sleep with me.
And you... are naked.
This is beyond
inappropriate.
What do you think
I'm insecure about?
That you are changing.
But that you don't know what's
causing the change. Or who.
Something has fundamentally
changed in Lucifer.
We can get him back
to where he belongs
if you could just provide me
with a weak spot.
Are you sleeping
with this idiot?
She hasn't had the pleasure,
unfortunately, no.
Hey, Dan, I...
Really, Chloe?
I'm disappointed in you.
How could you possibly help me?
I have the ability
to draw out people's
forbidden desires.
And desire is, like,
your superpower.
It's more like a gift
from God, really.
What are you?
I've been trying to tell you.
I'm the Devil.
Just shoot me,
Detective, please.
Because maybe you'll
finally realize...
Son of a bitch,
that really hurts.
LUCIFER:
She shot me, and I bled.
That's not possible.
Well, don't think about it
too much; it's exciting.
The fun's just begun.
("MTBD (CL solo)" by 2NE1 plays)
♪ ♪
I very much approve of Benny's
avant-garde approach
to clothing.
The models don't appear
to be wearing any.
The Benny Choi brand
isn't about clothes.
It's the shoes.
These guys kill for
limited-edition kicks.
Six G's a pair.
Oh, even the Mistress
of Excess is impressed.
Go, Benny.
Oh, hello.
Mmm, dangerous.
Lucifer likes.
You were shot
and you bled.
No sharp objects
until we find out why.
Oh, quite the opposite.
The danger of getting hurt's
positively thrilling.
Fun with mortality.
Bring it.
Excuse me.
Since when does the Devil
care about mortality?
LUCIFER:
Great show, Benny.
♪ ♪
EMCEE: Ladies and gentlemen,
Benny Choi!
(audience applauds)
(whooping)
Now, come on, gorgeous, you tell
me your most dangerous desire.
Cheeseburger.
Cheeseburger? Really?
♪ ♪
(gunshot)
MAN: Benny, get down!
(gunshot)
What was that?
(people screaming)
It's a bit early for last call.
Never mind.
You need to leave.
Now.
What's the rush?
It's just getting exciting.
Humans are playing
with their guns,
and now they're
running for cover.
No reason to find out
if your bones will break too.
Well, what about
my broken... heart?
Move!
(gunshot)
Get down! Get down!
♪ ♪
(clamoring, shrieking)
MAN: Move, move!
Y'all got to move!
MAN 2:
Come on! Let's go!
People really do kill
for Benny's shoes.
MAZE: We need to get
out of here now.
LUCIFER:
Why?
I just found
my danger.
♪ ♪
(distant sirens wailing)
WOMAN (tearfully):
She snuck out of the house.
I thought
she was asleep.
Mrs. Cortez, I'll find who
caused your daughter's death.
I promise you.
(sighs)
You okay?
Her only child
was trampled to death,
after some thug fired
into a crowd.
I've been better.
Gang Unit's
piggybacking Homicide
till we can figure out
who wanted Benny Choi dead.
Is he talking?
Clammed up as soon as
we got to the crime scene.
(sighing): Okay.
It could get bloody.
You should probably stay as
safe as possible on this one.
Oh, yeah? Stick to
the nice girly murders?
It just seems that every
time I turn around,
you're in another shootout with
your buddy Lucifer by your side.
Not an issue.
He was just, I don't know,
uh, some mystery
that I wanted solved.
I could think of a few
other choice names.
Yeah, how about
complete wack job?
Don't worry, Lucifer Morningstar
is completely out of my life.
Right.
(handcuffs click)
(woman laughing)
WOMAN 2:
Get this one tighter.
Tighter?
Yeah.
Really, Officer?
And he's sitting on my desk.
Get out of that one.
Please tell me
I'm hallucinating.
Well, I am dreamy,
but try to contain yourself.
What are you doing here?
I'm not actually
here to see you.
I've come to talk
to your boss.
About a shooting.
Okay, I thought you
had my back on this.
If the department finds
out what really happened,
I could lose my badge.
What, you mean the fact
that you shot me on purpose?
(scoffs)
(laughs nervously)
I told you I was
sorry about that.
And I feel badly, I do.
But it was a graze.
I doubt it even left a scar.
(gasps)
Didn't it?
OLIVIA:
Mr. Morningstar?
I can see you now.
LUCIFER: Splendid!
Splendid.
We've so much to discuss.
Ooh.
(door closes)
So what can I do for you?
Well, Lieutenant,
as you know, I was witness to
that grizzly death at Benny's.
I mean, only a matter of time
before those gentlemen
start pointing fingers
and the whole...
the whole thing explodes.
And?
I want in.
In?
On the action.
I got a taste of danger,
and I want more.
This case is the perfect method
for me to explore my mortality
in an exciting
and dangerous way.
And... help find out
who's responsible
for that poor girl's death,
of course.
I realize you've been very
helpful to Detective Decker
on her last couple
of cases, but...
exploring mortality
is not really what I do here.
No?
Uh-uh.
It's funny, 'cause you're
an ambitious one, aren't you?
I can tell.
Brimming with desire.
If I'm gonna be the first
female chief of police,
I need a big close.
Of course you do.
And how do you plan on
achieving this grand goal?
I will never be appointed
without the support
of the minority communities.
Right, yes.
Well, I tell you what.
If you allow me
to assist on this case,
and... possibly others,
I'll deliver you
all the support you need, eh?
Just consider it a favor.
From a friend.
LUCIFER:
After you.
OLIVIA:
Thank you so much.
Olivia, I can explain.
Oh, you better explain
why you have been keeping
such a valuable resource
all to yourself.
Excuse me?
We have someone who can
make Benny Choi talk.
LUCIFER:
Someone with charm,
likability...
And has real ties
to the community.
Here it comes.
OLIVIA: Lucifer Morningstar
has volunteered
to act as liaison
in the Paola Cortez case.
You're welcome, Decker.
LUCIFER:
Steady on.
(imitates gunshot)
That wack job's gonna
totally get me killed.
♪ ♪
CHLOE: What could you
have possibly said
to con your way
onto another case?
Well, I simply offered
the lieutenant a favor.
She gets what she wants,
and I get what I want--
a nice juicy gang war.
You mean you offered to help
prevent a gang war, right?
Tomato, tom-ah-to.
But, see, that's why we
make such great partners.
The "he said, she said"
of it all.
The yin-yang, the fireworks.
Partners?
More like glorified ride-along.
Just think, you and me,
close proximity at all times.
Yeah, in L.A.,
we call that "stalking."
It's wonderful, isn't it?
Uh, when do I get my own gun?
I wouldn't trust you
with my kid's lightsaber.
And when do I get...
I'll never let you drive.
If I'm gonna be forced
to work with you again,
I call the shots.
You most certainly do.
Right in the leg.
(chuckles)
I only shot you
because you told me to.
In a moment of weakness,
I somehow fell for
your hocus-pocus
and believed that you
actually might be the Devil.
I am the Devil.
Historically invincible,
until now,
and that's what makes
this case so exciting--
real danger.
It's the perfect
opportunity to see
what other mortal
qualities I have.
(sighs)
Okay, I get it-- you want
to feel new things.
Exactly.
How's that?
Bloody hell!
That hurt!
Do it again.
(elevator bell dings,
Lucifer chuckles)
So where to, eh?
Stakeout, ambush?
You know, I'm quite
skilled at restraints.
No, I'm taking you home.
Ooh, how did you know?
That I'd last about
ten minutes with you?
I don't know,
call it a gut feeling.
Well, it's a
successful one.
We'll be right on time.
Time? For what?
Lucifer, my man!
LUCIFER:
Benny!
Nice to see you.
So you're friends
with Benny Choi
and his blinged-out
pet pig.
Of course you are.
Mm-hmm.
His name is
Pig Diddy.
This is my
assistant Hector.
LUCIFER:
Ooh.
Someone love his mommy?
Ex-Marine, bitch.
Right.
Yes, Benny and I go back
to the start of his very
impressive career.
Huh, let me guess,
you did him a favor.
Lucifer helped me
get my first show.
He was a real
inspiration.
I try to reflect that in my art.
Any idea who took
a shot at you?
Nope.
No recent
threats, nothing?
Look, I'm no snitch.
Even if I did know,
I can't talk.
I'm an artist.
I process tragedy
through my work.
CHLOE:
Would you prefer to process
tragedy back at the precinct?
'Cause I have a holding cell
that could really use
an artist's touch.
Yes, Benny,
that favor you owe me,
I'm calling in my IOU.
Answer the detective's
questions.
Hector clashed with some punks
in Latin Kings colors
that night.
We were at capacity,
they wanted in.
They were making threats,
they were upset.
And you didn't mention this
at the crime scene because...?
BENNY: My fans aren't
just buying shoes.
They're buying Benny Choi.
Artist, activist,
man of the people.
You know, I wore colors
back in the day.
Asian Boyz.
I was low level.
You know, a punk.
Got out before the cops
even knew my name.
Ah, protecting your rep.
Wouldn't want to risk
that seven-figure
endorsement deal, would we?
I didn't talk because
if a Latin King hears
an ex-Asian Boy done
dry-snitched him to the cops?
Those thugs will
retaliate on principal.
I was trying
to prevent more death.
Well, aren't we
the little saint?
CHLOE: Latin Kings
versus Asian Boyz.
That really
narrows it down.
Did you get names?
Diego, Dani, I don't know.
A couple, I think.
Joined at the hip.
Mm-hmm.
Diego and Dani. Right.
You need to call me if you
remember anything else.
Uh, yeah, I'll call.
But be careful.
Them Latin Kings
about to raise hell.
My "speciality."
(chuckles)
(snorting)
CHLOE:
Did it ever occur to you
to tell me that
you're tight with Benny?
That you gave one of your
favors to a former gang felon?
Well, I've been giving
favors for thousands of years.
Would you like
a peek at my ledger?
No, I'd like you to
follow basic protocol.
And I'd love
to continue the debate
on our opposing views
of police work,
so how about we hit
the cop bar,
and get dangerous with
some bottom shelf, huh?
A girl's dead and you want
to go on a pub crawl.
Oh, liquid courage.
I hear the Paddock Lounge
is every new detective's
rite of passage.
Forget it.
We need to wait for
an I.D. on those kids.
150,000 active gang
members in L.A.,
it could take awhile.
Oh, you're right.
No time for a quick drink, then.
We're on duty.
You are the oldest young
person I've ever met!
And coming from an immortal,
that's saying something.
Look, I'm not gonna drink at
a bar where everyone hates me.
Did you ever consider they
hate you for that very reason?
Yeah, they hate me for
several reasons.
Well, don't let those
Philistines inhibit your right
to toast our first break
in the case-- come on!
It's the least you could do.
(sighs)
Besides, you know, I...
need something
to dull the pain.
Ugh! If I say yes,
will you shut up
about the leg?
No promises.
Ooh! Aah! (muttering)
♪ ♪
♪ Me and my big friends ♪
♪ We been travelin'
far from... ♪
(song fades)
MAN: Here comes
that bitch Decker.
MAN 2: Who's the
hell's that guy?
Want me to lose this guy?
(rock music playing
in background)
It's Italian wool.
Touch it.
I know you want to.
Go on.
Yeah. That'll do.
(clears throat)
Well, somebody's not
being crowned homecoming
queen, are they?
Yeah. Order. Please.
Right.
Uh, two shots of your
finest swill, please, love.
WOMAN: You got it.
I'll have a water.
So, about this whole
favor thing.
What... what is it?
What are you, some kind
of loan shark?
Con man? Godfather
with a twist?
But surely you've
heard the expression...
"Deal with the Devil"?
Mm!
Come on, give me a break.
No, people come to me
to ask for favors,
and more often than not,
I'm happy to oblige.
What do you get?
Well, sometimes,
I have something in mind,
but, usually,
like with Benny,
it's simply to be
repaid at a later date.
A devilish IOU,
if you will.
Who would take
a deal like that?
They all do.
Palmetto Bitch.
Ooh! Juicy! Do tell.
(sighs heavily)
That's Anthony Paolucci.
He's partners with the guy
who took a bullet
in the Palmetto case--
Malcolm Graham.
Ah, yes, the infamous Palmetto.
Malcolm got shot
meeting with some gangsters,
and... Paolucci thinks
he took the bullet
like a hero;
I think he was on the take.
Aha! So you're a snitch.
A nog. No wonder
nobody likes you.
Yeah, you'd think I was
guilty of a crime.
Yeah, you know what they say:
"Snitches end up in ditches."
Oh, thanks, man.
I feel so much better.
Hm!
No, I don't know, I just...
was following
my gut, I guess.
Caught in the crosshairs
of another man's crime.
I don't need your sympathy,
but thank you.
Fair enough.
Still, no excuse
for that man's rudeness.
No, no, no, no--
I can handle Paolucci.
I don't need you
to stand up for me.
Understood.
Excuse me.
Hello.
What do you want?
Well, firstly,
let me state that I'm in no way
standing up for my associate,
Detective Decker.
But on behalf of myself,
and only myself,
I think you're
a complete sack of ass.
(grunts,
men murmuring)
Are you crazy?
Let's get out of here.
♪ ♪
And your name?
Mazikeen.
How do you spell that?
Surprise me.
Interesting choice
of venue.
What, are you trying to
throw me off-balance?
Because I'm much more
comfortable among humans
than you might think.
So I see.
This is my favorite
place in the city.
Really?
Look at them on their laptops,
writing the next
great screenplay,
torturing themselves
with dreams they know,
deep down,
they will never achieve.
Reminds me of home.
Get to the point.
I want to go back.
Then give me something, Maze.
Give me something that I
can use against Lucifer,
and I'll make sure you're
both back where you belong.
That's the problem.
He doesn't confide
in me anymore.
But...
there is someone
he does talk to-- a doctor.
And I bet she would love
that ridiculous suit.
And here I thought you were
the loyal soldier.
I want what's best for Lucifer.
Same thing you want.
Then tell me about
this doctor...
..."Mike."
(distant siren wailing)
(wings whoosh, flap
in distance)
Hello?
Is anybody there?
I know Krav Maga!
(wings whoosh, flap)
(palm fronds rustling)
(gasps)
(sighs anxiously)
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to startle you.
How did you get in here?
I have a key.
Yeah, let me start over.
Uh, I actually just moved
into the office next-door.
I'm Dr. Canaan.
(laughing):
Oh, okay.
Hi. Uh, I'm Linda.
Uh, Dr. Martin.
(chuckles)
(dance music playing)
It's fantastic, actually.
The thrill of fighting humans
has taken on a whole new spin,
now that I might get hurt.
Although, sadly,
the only thing broken
was that incontinent
troll's nose.
Your behavior is foolish.
Oh, come on!
You used to love danger.
Since when did Hell's favorite
torturer become my mother?
You're changing.
Becoming vulnerable.
Maybe even...
(whispers): mortal.
Mm!
If I'm not going to look out
for you, who will? Hmm?
Your pet cop?
That's what partners are for.
She is not your partner.
Have you two been talking?
(chuckles)
You know, I actually don't
think it's my mortality
that you're worried about.
You're just jealous
that I'm exploring it
with Detective Decker.
(sets bottle down)
Jealous of a mortal woman?
Mm-hmm.
(scoffing laugh)
I don't think so.
But if you insist on
continuing this exploration,
maybe next time, I won't be
around to save your ass.
Mm! Well, that is a shame.
'Cause you and my backside
used to get on very well.
My front side,
as well, actually.
Things change, Lucifer.
Yes, but you don't, Maze.
You exist to protect me.
To know where I am
and who I'm with at all times,
whether you
want to, or not.
Pretty sure your name's
not on the list.
It should be.
Considering I've just spent
the last couple of hours
convincing Anthony Paolucci
not to press charges.
(wry laugh)
Well, what if I want
to press charges?
For what?
Stupidity.
A drunk, on-duty cop--
surely that's a no-no.
But don't worry,
I'm feeling charitable.
I'll let it slide this time.
(sultry purr)
Is it my thanks
you want, or a kiss?
I don't want your thanks.
Because I don't do favors
for guys like you.
I did this for Chloe.
Oh, stop raining on the
poor woman's parade.
It's about time she got
some spark in her life.
Spark?
How about real danger?
Do you have any idea how easy
a gang vendetta can spiral
out of control?
Well, I'm trying
my best to find out.
Yeah.
That's exactly
why I'm here.
Chloe is the mother
of my child, you imbecile.
You want to work this case?
Take care of her.
Sir, yes, sir.
(man rapping in Spanish)
CHLOE:
Okay, Latin Kings turf.
You need to have
my back on this.
LUCIFER:
You can count on me, Detective.
All right,
Dani and Diego Ramirez.
Married straight out of juvie;
real hotheads.
Ooh! Do we get
to kick in the door?
As your
self-sacrificing partner,
I volunteer to go first.
No, there'll be
no kicking in of anything,
unless we have a warrant,
or people are in
immediate danger.
You better start taking
this case seriously.
If this escalates
to a gang war...
Yes, yes, it could spiral
out of control--
blood could run in the streets,
fire could rain down.
You sound just like your ex.
What do you mean--
you spoke to Dan?
Mm!
He dropped by Lux.
Kept rambling on
about keeping you safe.
Quite condescending,
if you ask me.
What is it with
the men in my life?
I'm a man in your life?
(Lucifer chuckles)
(alarm chirps twice)
(rattling door handle)
Uh, Detective, you seem to have
left on the central locking!
Act like a child,
get treated like a child.
Wha...? Isn't it illegal
to leave your child
locked in a car?
(dogs barking in distance)
(rock music playing inside)
Diego and Dani Ramirez, LAPD.
Need to ask you
a few questions.
(rock continues playing)
LAPD! Open up!
Come on, baby.
Let me make you
feel better.
(shrieking)
(music blaring)
DANI:
Who the hell are you?!
DIEGO:
What are you doing here?!
What are you doing
in my house, man?!
How the hell did you
get out of the car?
Child's play,
and good thing I did.
There was immediate danger.
He was about to leave this woman
completely unsatisfied.
What the--?!
CHLOE: Hey! Hey!
Down.
He's your partner?
Yeah, don't get me started.
DANI: Cops harass us
no matter what we do!
And now they're breaking
into our house?!
I should sue that pervert!
You have my blessing.
But first,
let's talk Benny Choi.
Yes, did you
attempt to use him
as target practice
the other night?
That wasn't us!
No.
Okay, well, witnesses said
they heard you
making threats at the door.
DIEGO: No, we-we
just wanted in.
We wanted a pair
of Benny's sweet kicks.
Enough to pay for them
with Paola Cortez's blood?
Paola was Diego's
cousin, okay?
It's wack what happened to her.
Why do you think he's so upset?
I promised I'd
get her in the show.
There wasn't
enough room for three,
so... we gave her our spot.
She wanted to be a designer.
Sorry, is that,
is that flop sweat
or is that a tear?
That's... Oh...
Oh, bloody hell.
This is our bad guy?
No wonder he can't get it up.
Look, uh...
if you didn't
take a shot at Benny,
then help us get
justice for Paola.
Tell us what you know,
all right?
If anyone had beef
with Benny Choi,
it's Yellow Viper.
LUCIFER:
"Yellow Viper"?
(laughs)
Sounds like a venereal disease.
DANI: He got out of jail a few
nights before Benny's show.
He was a big-deal
graffiti artist,
ran with Benny
back in the day,
then took the fall
on some B&E.
He got five and change,
while Benny got
rich and famous.
Well, it does sound like
this Viper fellow
has every reason
to punish Benny.
We need to present
a unified front.
Speculate later,
not in front of them.
Got it.
So, Viper's beef
killed your cousin then, eh?
What?
That wasn't speculation.
That was a statement
of potential fact.
And if we ever run into him,
he won't have to worry
about no cops.
LUCIFER: So you're just gonna
sit around and wait for revenge?
That's rather lazy.
Okay, this is
the opposite of helping.
What?
I was promised a gang war.
Instead I get a cry baby.
This is boring.
All right, tough.
Right now,
we need to warn Benny
that his buddy Viper's
back in town.
My apologies for him.
Thanks ever so.
(phone chiming)
Ooh, let me guess.
Anemic sext from Sir Douche?
No, from Benny.
Someone else is dead.
Ooh, less boring!
LUCIFER: Benny?
Some street artist.
Oh, dear.
♪ ♪
Crazy guess:
That's not paint.
(smacks lips) Mm.
Definitely blood, though.
But curiously,
not human.
(groans)
(crying nearby)
Benny?
Poor Diddy.
This is the murder?
I'm sorry.
I didn't know who else to call.
Ain't no 911 for pets.
Bacon for dinner, I guess.
And my deepest condolences,
Benny.
What happened?
Hector and I went to an opening.
Came back to find...
it's Pig Diddy.
LUCIFER: Were you aware that
your old friend Yellow Viper
was released
from prison last week?
No, I had no idea he was out.
No phone calls?
No contact?
I sent him letters
when he was inside San Quentin.
Money for lawyers, too.
But he sent the letters
back all torn up.
Didn't take a dime.
I always felt bad
for how things turned out.
How I got lucky.
Viper went down.
He was my best friend--
Well, with friends like that,
I'd hide the knives.
Yeah, Viper must've
snuck into my show.
He fired those shots.
Killing Pig Diddy was a message.
All right, we'll get a squad car
to watch your house tonight.
Viper comes by,
you'll be safe.
Aw, y'all don't know him
like I do.
He's fierce.
He won't stop till it's
my blood on the floor.
Thanks, Benny.
You know, they really don't
make bad guys like they used to.
We need to get word
to Viper's parole officer.
Track him down
before he can get to Benny.
Finally, some real action.
I'm more than ready
to face the danger
of the notorious Yellow Viper.
♪ ♪
(echoing):
♪ Yeah. ♪
Oh! (laughs)
Hello there, neighbor.
Is everything okay?
I was just wondering
if you would care
to grab a drink?
Oh?
Yes.
I actually need someone
to confide in.
"Confide in"?
About a patient;
a troubling one.
Oh, oh.
So, a-a doctor,
a doctor-to-doctor thing.
Exactly.
And, hey, listen,
if you have any patients
you need to talk about...
You have no idea.
Good, so it's settled then.
You share with me,
I share with you.
A fluid exchange.
Maybe one drink.
LUCIFER:
I mean, seriously,
a community center?
This is where we'll find
the deadly Yellow Viper?
According to his
parole officer.
Oh, after five years
behind bars,
a brothel would be my go-to.
You know,
I've been thinking
about that favor
that you gave Benny.
Did it also involve getting him
off on the felony B&E charge
that put Viper
in prison instead?
Well, I may have pulled
a few strings-- why?
Well, if Viper hadn't
have gone to prison,
he wouldn't have targeted
Benny and shot up his show,
which means Paola Cortez
would still be alive.
Wait, you're not
seriously blaming me
for that girl's death?
Just stating fact.
Cause and effect;
intended or not.
No, no.
I-I can't be held responsible
for what happens
after I give someone a favor.
I mean, if there's
one thing the Devil knows,
it's that people
need to take responsibility
for their own bad behavior.
Yes, people do need
to take responsibility
for their own bad behavior.
I just said that.
Are you hearing impaired?
Remember...
tagging means nothing
if it doesn't
come from right here.
Hmm.
Yellow Viper,
I presume.
He's teaching art
to youngsters.
I mean, this bad guy thing's
gonna be all the joke now.
What next--
cuddles and ice cream?
(Yellow Viper continues,
low and indistinct)
Private class.
I'm Detective Decker.
This is... Never mind.
I need to ask you
a few questions
about the shooting
at Benny's fashion show.
You got a warrant?
If not...
beat it.
I'm not talking to cops.
Ooh, do you have something
to hide, Mr. Viper?
Or do you go by Yellow?
Oh, you think I'm gonna
let you bust my balls
in front of these kids?
Arrest me
or step off.
Ooh, charming.
YOUNG MAN: Is everything okay?
Well, he's right.
He doesn't have
to talk to us.
He really seems to care
about those kids.
It's odd for a criminal.
Or anyone, really.
You know,
if you spent as much time
appealing to suspects
as you do annoying me,
(cars approaching)
things might go...
go a lot faster.
(tires screeching)
(hip-hop music throbbing
from sound system)
(man rapping in Spanish)
Our lucky day.
Viper and the perv.
LUCIFER:
Bravo, crybaby.
This is a bold move, isn't it?
CHLOE:
Come on, turn around.
If you walk away now,
no one has to get arrested.
No one has to get hurt--
Yeah, they do.
Viper killed my cousin.
I'm here to get justice!
LUCIFER:
As you should.
Are you insane?
Shut up.
What?
Please, I promise
we're dealing with this.
You and your perv partner
want to get caught
in the crossfire, cop,
be my guest.
(guns cocking)
MAN:
Smoke this piece!
Enough danger for you yet?
YOUNG MAN: Just stay there.
Stay there.
MAN: I'm curious.
Right.
This ain't about you,
it's about Viper!
Hey, now if you'd just give
that gun I'd asked for--
Stop talking.
Okay.
Diego?
Diego, put down your weapon.
Don't listen to her.
This isn't
what you want.
Taking down Viper
is exactly what he wants.
We're doing it for Paola!
Step off!
I said step off!
You know,
as the Master of Punishment,
I completely understand
your desire to make Viper pay
for the tragic death
of your cousin...
Lucifer, you do remember
that bullets hurt, right?
And furthermore,
you do seem to have
this danger thing down pat,
don't you?
I mean the Devil
could learn a thing or two.
DANI:
The Devil?
The hell you
talking about?
LUCIFER:
So, answer me this:
So, you engage in turf wars,
yet nobody actually
owns any turf?
DIEGO:
Get back, freak!
All right, let's finish this.
And-and those trousers.
I mean, you wear them
so low that,
well, your ass is exposed
to other naughty men,
and we all know what kind
of danger that can bring,
don't we? I mean, you can
park your bike in there.
You making fun of his pants, yo?
Well, are we talking
pants or trousers?
Because it's very confusing.
Where'd he go?
Oh, dear.
DIEGO:
Don't matter.
I'll kill you first.
(switches clicking)
MAN: Hey, what's happening?
(men clamoring)
(grunting)
Where's Viper?
You had your hero moment--
stay down,
or you're gonna get shot!
LUCIFER:
Indeed!
What's that?
What happened?
(men grunting)
What the hell
is happening?
(sharp crack, man yells)
Maze is happening.
Your bartender's a ninja?
Of course she is.
Yeah.
What's that?
(man shouts, grunts)
Shattered tibia.
Ooh, ouch-- orbital fracture.
(grunting)
It was first perfected
in the hellfires of Tyre.
(cracking)
Oh, the humerus crush!
(laughs)
(men groaning)
LUCIFER: Love that Maze!
(Diego yelling)
(gun clatters away)
(groans)
(Maze and men moaning, grunting)
(applauding)
Oh, bravo, Detective.
(chuckles)
Ass saved.
You're welcome.
His ass, not yours.
(gangsters groaning)
(clicking)
Let's go.
Care to tell me
what happened?
(sighs)
You wouldn't believe me
if I did.
They found a gun
in Viper's bag.
CHLOE:
It's a .38.
Same caliber fired
at Benny's show.
Um...
What?
You should
know something.
Okay.
I talked to Lucifer
about you the other day.
Yeah, I heard.
I mean, not that
it got me anywhere.
If anyone can handle themselves
around that wack job, it's you.
And, hey, it looks like, uh...
you got the bad guy.
Yeah.
Looks like.
What, no "thank you"?
I don't know why you're upset.
I helped save kids.
And we arrested our shooter.
One might say I did you a favor.
Hmm.
Yeah, I think
I just figured it out,
why you do these favors.
Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.
It's about power.
It makes you feel superior.
In control.
You're addicted
to creating chaos
and seeing where the chips fall,
to hell with
the consequences.
It's like you have
some kind of god complex.
I most certainly do not.
You do a favor
for one person,
someone else suffers.
When you gave Benny that favor,
you damned Viper
to prison.
Twice.
Whether he's guilty or not.
♪ ♪
(Yellow Viper sighs deeply)
What?
Stop staring.
You're having another one
of those "gut feelings,"
aren't you?
Like you had
on the Palmetto case.
This has nothing
to do with Palmetto.
Au contraire.
I think it has everything
to do with it.
See? Addicted to creating chaos,
talking out of your ass...
Like I said:
you were trusting
your instincts
on that case, just like
you're trusting them now.
I mean, why would
a seasoned parolee
bring a gun to
a children's art class?
For all we know,
Mr. Viper is innocent.
I am innocent, man!
See?
What do you know?
Our suspect has ears.
Let's see if
he has a conscience,
as well, shall we?
Mr. Viper.
Mr. Viper...
Hello.
You've already wasted
so much of your life.
What do you desire to do
with the rest of
your time on Earth?
All I want to do is my art.
I swear I didn't
shoot up Benny's show.
If I hated him so much,
why would I bother
to go after him and miss?
Oh.
Yes, he's got a point, actually.
I mean, to pop off in a crowd
like that and not hit anyone,
he'd have to be
the worst shot in the world.
Or the best.
(tires screeching)
Steady on, Detective.
BENNY:
It's my Pig Diddy piece.
Collector in Dubai
offered me 150 G's for it.
I want you to have it.
As thanks for saving my life.
Again.
(exhales)
Yes, my favor really did pay
off for you, didn't it, Benny?
You're a huge star.
(laughs)
But if there's one thing
the Devil abhors, it's a fake.
What are you talking about?
I'm all about authenticity.
Sure.
Except for the lying.
You failed
to inform me
that in getting you
off the B&E charge,
suspicion would immediately fall
on your best friend.
I had no control over that.
VIPER:
Didn't you?
Oh...
Hey, it's good to see you, man.
I missed you, bro.
That why you never came
to visit me in prison?
BENNY: I wish I could've
done more.
Framing him for shooting up
your fashion show
surely didn't help.
CHLOE: Viper was always
the real talent.
When you heard
he was getting released,
you tried to take down
the competition
before he could take down you.
(Benny scoffs)
Planned a simple frame job.
Parole violation that would
send Viper back to prison.
But when Paola
Cortez died,
you had to improvise,
didn't you?
You knew pointing
the fingers at Latin Kings
would eventually
get back to me.
How the hell could I have
staged that frame job?
How could I have pointed
a gun at myself?
Because you didn't
pull the trigger.
So many bullets fired
into that crowd.
How did no one get hit?
That takes precision.
CHLOE:
I saw your Marine tattoo
when I met you, Hector.
A heart in crosshairs.
Sniper unit.
Best marksmen
in the world.
Did you know firing a gun
into a crowd
is a felony?
You're responsible
for Paola's murder.
Unless, of course, you were just
doing someone a favor.
No, man. Hey...
Benny made me do it!
I'll testify, man.
He told me
he'd make me a partner.
But then he made me
plant the gun
on Viper.
And kill Pig Diddy.
I loved that pig, man.
Oh...
Well, the good
news is
that whilst all dogs
go to Heaven,
you'd be surprised how many pigs
are waiting for you in Hell.
CHLOE: Okay, let's go.
You were never good as me, man.
You were never
good as me, man!
Never!
What?
I don't think so,
Sonny G.
BENNY:
Not my...
(groans)
Mm.
I'm no expert
on L.A. street art,
but it's funny...
this piece seems a lot more
authentic to me now.
I think I'll keep it.
(screaming)
(scream fades)
FEMALE REPORTER:
We're here live
at the location of
the impromptu shrine
for Paola Cortez,
the young art school student
killed at the fashion show
for artist/designer Benny Choi,
who has been arrested
for the killing.
OLIVIA: (clears throat) Can we
start, please? Excuse me.
WOMAN: Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
(sighing):
The mother...
of Paola Cortez can rest
a little easier tonight,
knowing that
her daughter's killer
is behind bars.
The arrest of Benny Choi
and several of
the Latin Kings membership
is a reminder
that my LAPD
means justice for all.
You know, I'd love to make
that woman cry for real.
She's gonna be chief of police
because of you.
Mm.
(sighs)
I don't know how you do it.
I simply made good on a favor.
Aren't you the little saint?
Oh, no, no.
This time, I called in my IOU.
Olivia got what she wanted,
and I got what I wanted.
Oh, don't say it.
Come on, don't say it.
I am now an official
civilian consultant
for the LAPD.
Oh.
Not that there's
anything civil
about the Devil.
What fun would that be?
Okay, then.
You win.
We're partners.
What, you're not
going to protest?
Actually, no.
I may have no idea
what your angle is, but...
at least now
I can keep my eye on you.
Keep your enemies close, right?
Close?
So does this mean
you're gonna take me home
and consummate our new
arrangement, then, Detective?
(laughs)
Oh.
I'll take that as a yes.
(engine starts)
Seriously?
What, you're just gonna
leave me here?
In this part of town?
You said you wanted danger.
What...?
Detective! Detective!
I don't even have a phone!
Ah, well.
That's just marvelous,
isn't it?
(sighs)
♪ I've never known a girl
like you before... ♪
Humanity tested,
homicide solved,
gangbanger attire dissected...
Although, that one
I still have questions about.
Anyway, cheers.
To you, Maze,
for saving
my mortalized ass.
Cheers.
Yes, you may have a point
about the dangers
of becoming mortal.
There are consequences.
I need to be careful.
Yes, you do.
Yes, after all, I almost got
our pet detective killed.
(both laugh)
Oh, Mazie...
I know that you'll
always protect me.
No matter how mortal I become,
the Devil can depend on that.
Yes, you can.
Whatever the danger,
I'll be there to stop it.
(chuckles)
Whether you see it coming
or not.
That's my Maze.
Okay.
♪ 'Cause now you got me
crawling ♪
♪ Crawling on the floor ♪
♪ And I've never known
a girl like you before ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You made me acknowledge
the devil in me ♪
♪ I hope to God
I'm talking metaphorically ♪
♪ Hope that I'm talking
allegorically ♪
♪ Know that I'm talking
'bout the way I feel ♪
♪ And I've never known a girl
like you before... ♪
(gasps)
Hello?
♪ Never, never, never, never ♪
Hello?
♪ Never known a girl
like you before... ♪
♪ That's all right,
that's all right ♪
♪ That's all right ♪
♪ That's all right,
that's all right ♪
♪ That's all right... ♪