Previously on Lucifer...
You're the Lord of Hell.
Amenadiel is right--
you are changing.
You betrayed me, Maze.
Lucifer...
I don't want to hear it.
We're done.
(flatlining)
AMENADIEL:
Enjoying the life I gave you?
Do you want to go back?
Because I can make that happen.
LUCIFER: Seems I'm dealing with
a bit of a mortality sitch.
I'm bleeding.
All I have to do is wait
for some pitiful thug
to end you,
and right back to Hell you go.
Who do you want me to kill?
DAN: Lucifer Morningstar
deserves everything he gets,
but I can't let you kill him.
It would seem
that I'm saying no.
Oh, God.
("Emotional Rescue"
by the Rolling Stones plays)
♪ Is there nothing I can say ♪
♪ Nothing I can do
to change your mind? ♪
♪ I'm so in love with you ♪
♪ You're too deep in ♪
♪ You can't get out ♪
♪ You're just a poor girl
in a rich man's house... ♪
Oh, no.
No.
(sighs)
Oh, God.
Oh, God, what have I done?
(Lucifer clears throat)
Don't worry, my father's
the forgiving sort.
Well, except when
it comes to me.
Triple espresso
or hair of the dog?
(groaning):
No.
Oh, right.
Both.
♪ They dissolve
off in sleep... ♪
Please tell me, we didn't...
(scoffs)
Did we ever.
And I'm pretty sure we made
Rosemary's baby.
Oh, Detective,
it was extraordinary.
The heat, the gymnastics.
(chuckles) I mean, you had moves
that made even the Devil blush.
Oh, no, this is bad.
(chuckles)
Whatever happened
last night,
don't tell me,
I'd rather not know.
What, that we didn't
do the nasty?
We didn't?
Nope, I turned you down cold.
You, the guy who's been trying
to get me into the sack
since day one had a chance
to sleep with me,
(stammering):
and you did...?
Why-why am I naked?
What, you mean you don't
remember the part
where you passed out,
woke up again,
shouted at me, "It's too hot
in this five-story hellhole,"
I believe it was,
then tore your clothes off
and proceeded to hog the bed?
I do that. Sometimes.
When I'm upset.
And you'd be upset, too,
if your ex dumped you by text.
No, I'd be relieved
if Dan dumped me.
Even still,
it's very out of character
to see you so unhinged.
And out of character
for me, too.
The whole "not wanting
to have sex with you" thing.
I mean, here's
the strange part.
This gave me quite a rush.
Can't explain it.
I've been thinking
about it all night.
Okay, last night was a fluke.
For both of us.
Never happened,
leave it at that.
Right.
You snore, by the way.
Like an Albanian field wench!
(elevator bell dings)
♪ Oh, way, oh, way, oh, way ♪
♪ Oh, way, oh, way, oh, ah ♪
♪ This love is epic... ♪
Did you finally seal the deal
with your little detective?
If we were on speaking terms,
perhaps I'd fill you in.
Where are you going?
(scoffs)
Why do you ask?
You still reporting
back to my brother?
Lucifer...
No, do me a favor, Maze.
How about you let me
lead my life,
and I'll let you
lead yours, deal?
You can't be mad
at me forever.
(chuckles)
Oh, but I can.
It's one of the luxuries
of being the Devil.
♪ Soar and plunge below. ♪
Detective, I believe
you left these
after our sleepover
last night.
What's the hole at the back for?
Not mine.
Those are not mine.
(chuckles)
More of a commando girl.
Fair enough.
Dearie me.
Someone woke up on the
wrong side of a .38.
(sighs) Yeah, single
gunshot wound to the chest.
No wallet.
Tan marks where a ring
and a watch were lifted.
A staircase
robbery.
Is that a
thing now?
CHLOE:
This is the Dunlear Foundation.
They help the homeless
and the underprivileged.
So, who's the dashing corpse?
Tim Dunlear himself,
head of the foundation,
former NBA star,
notorious playboy.
He was into drugs,
gambling, women.
My typical Wednesday.
But then he left pro ball
and he turned his life around.
He dedicated himself
to philanthropy.
He was beloved.
Right, bad boy turned good.
It's interesting.
Are you Emmett Toussaint?
You found the body?
I'm Detective Decker. Can
you tell us what happened?
I volunteer for the
foundation's outreach program.
Came here to meet him,
and he was just lying here.
How did you know Mr. Dunlear?
He sponsored me to come to L.A.
after the earthquake in Haiti.
Tim was my mentor.
Handsome and saintly.
Did you see anyone
else at the scene
or notice anything strange?
There was a guy outside.
He ran when he saw me.
I gave the cops a description.
Think he was
homeless.
Did Mr. Dunlear ever speak
of a certain philanthropic high
after one of his selfless acts?
You know,
for example,
say when he chose not to sleep
with a drunken woman?
What?
Did I say
something wrong?
We are questioning a minor.
I'm sorry about
your mentor.
We'll call you if we
have any more questions.
What? I just feel
quite connected
to our victim.
You are nothing
like Tim Dunlear.
Bad boy with
a heart of gold?
I am everything like Tim.
May as well be solving
my own murder.
Only you could turn
a tragic death
into an excuse
to talk about you.
(scoffs)
Well, who else would
I talk about?
(Dan grunts)
MALCOLM: Got these on sale.
(handcuffs clicking)
Extra strong, UV resistant,
and still 30% off.
Do you really think you're
gonna get away with this?
Probably not.
I'll bet the SWAT
team's about
to bust down the
door any minute.
Not like there's
much else going on
in a city of four
million people.
As much as I hate Lucifer,
I'm not gonna let you kill him.
Oh, I'm not gonna
do anything. No. Oh.
But you know who
would want him dead?
Someone who's jealous.
Someone who hates the fact
that he's clearly got
a thing for his ex-wife.
Ooh.
Someone whose fingerprints I put
all over the murder weapon.
Sound like anyone you know, Dan?
(laughing):
Ooh.
Don't go anywhere.
(door closes)
WOMAN:
My husband was so generous.
If they had just asked for help,
he would have given
them anything.
What kind of person would
do something like this?
Well, how much time
do you have?
Tim would be devastated
to know we've got to cancel
the fund-raising gala.
WOMAN:
You're right, Kyle.
Well, we wouldn't want
to devastate our fallen hero.
The show must go on.
This is an active
crime scene.
We can't have
an event here.
No, that wouldn't be right.
LUCIFER:
Well, I just happen to own
the preeminent party
venue in Los Angeles.
You can hold your
benefit at my club.
I don't know.
LUCIFER:
No, no, your husband
was a kindred spirit,
and I pledge to carry on
his good work
and personally find--
and punish-- his killer.
Tim always said
"Tragedy brings sorrow
but also true good."
Aw.
Thank you.
You are so welcome.
If this was a robbery, our
perp's gonna want to cash in
before the cops
get wind of this,
so I'll call the
local pawn shops...
What is with you today?
It was rather benevolent of me,
offering up Lux,
don't you think?
Well, one good deed
doesn't make you a saint.
Well, last I counted,
it was two good deeds.
But, uh, I'm not feeling
the same rush as before.
Perhaps I'm gonna
have to up my game.
Whatever you say, St. Lucifer.
Oh, "St. Lucifer."
(chuckles)
Suits me, don't you think?
♪ ♪
It's funny, I've always looked
at do-gooders with pity.
Little did I know
their dirty secret.
And what's that?
Feels good to do good.
Yes.
Good deeds do bring an amount
of personal satisfaction
to those who engage in them.
No, but I mean it's like
a literal rush, a high.
Have you ever mixed cocaine
and Molly with Pop Rocks?
It's nothing like that.
I'm just curious.
So you're feeling good about not
sleeping with Detective Decker.
Well, yes, and offering Lux
to the Dunlear Foundation,
not to mention vowing
to find Tim's killer.
You've identified quite
strongly with this man.
Yes. Yes, a man
of honor, principle.
Hmm. You like the way
being good makes you feel.
Mm.
But true good needs
to come from a place
of selflessness, authenticity.
Well, of course.
I authentically want people
to applaud the real me.
The Devil gets
a terrible rap.
So you care about image,
how you look to others.
And you're welcome.
(chuckles)
Okay, my point is, it's
wonderful that you're evolving.
Right.
But goodness isn't a toy.
Well, the way I'm going
to play with it, it is.
(sighs)
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
MAN:
I'm in between gigs.
I'm no thief, I'm an actor,
Louie DelGado.
I had an arc on Party of Five,
look me up.
I love L.A. Even the homeless
have an IMDb page.
CHLOE:
You care to explain
why you were
caught pawning
Tim Dunlear's championship ring?
Listen, more importantly, why
did you take it to a pawnshop?
The Dark Web has
much better margins.
I swear I didn't do nothing.
CHLOE: Witnesses put
you at the scene.
You're telling me this wasn't
a robbery gone wrong?
He was already dead,
been like that for a bit.
Rigor mortis
had set in.
I also did a guest spot on CSI.
Ah.
Tim was my buddy,
one of the few people who
treated me like a human being.
Would your buddy have approved
of you stealing valuables
from his cold dead corpse?
Tim didn't care about stuff.
Would have wanted me
to have that ring.
Give you the shirt
off his back.
What about his wallet?
Uh, I was gonna return that.
Some kind of key card.
LOUIE:
I have an alibi.
I was at a shelter on 7th.
Uh-huh.
Keep an eye on Louie.
I'm gonna see if
his story checks out.
I also know what it's like
to be without a home.
My father
kicked me out.
It's very traumatic.
But, much like Tim Dunlear,
I'd like to do whatever it takes
to help you, so, here,
the shirt off my back.
Yeah.
And, uh, as you can see,
the Devil does
indeed wear Prada.
Wow, thanks, brother.
Yes, disastrous
with those trousers, though.
Oh, what the hell?
As gratitude for telling us
everything you know.
And he's naked.
Another act
of selfless benevolence.
It's quite liberating,
actually.
Oh, don't forget.
Dry-clean only.
His story checks out.
We need to get a full
written statement.
And get our guy
some lunch, okay?
No-no gluten
or-or dairy, okay?
Another good deed
but still no rush like before.
Am I doing this wrong?
In so many ways.
Oh?
You're not getting
in my car like that.
Meet you at mine?
So, who do we suspect
of this grisly murder?
Maybe Mr. Dunlear wasn't
as saintly as he appeared.
Who knows who or what
he was involved with?
He wasn't always
such a good man.
It's hard to shake
your true nature.
Well, not really.
Look at me.
Oh, no, I saw plenty.
Thank you.
Cheeky.
Oh, Lucifer, Detective.
I wasn't expecting you.
Yes, we have a few more
questions for you.
Yes, how are you holding up?
Doing my best.
One moment at a time.
Mrs. Dunlear,
can you think
of any personal reason
why someone would want
to kill your husband?
I thought this was a robbery.
LUCIFER:
No, turns out
your husband was dead
before our homeless thespian
pilfered his valuables.
CHLOE:
Did Tim have any enemies?
Anyone that would
want to hurt him?
No, absolutely not.
Everybody loved Tim.
(knocks)
Will Fleming--
counsel for the foundation
and the Dunlears.
CHLOE: This won't take long,
Mr. Fleming.
Well, you're absolutely correct,
because my client is done here.
Wha...?
Oh.
Actually I'm
just here to talk to Vanessa
about the gala--
is that, uh,
is that all right?
Are you up to that?
Yes, of course.
Lovely.
So I know it's not a
good time, Vanessa.
But I want
to discuss...
My client is grieving.
You have any questions,
you talk to me.
All right, can you establish
Vanessa's whereabouts at
the time of Tim's death?
Are you accusing
my client of murder?
No, but one quarter of murders
are committed by family members.
Yes, and half by acquaintances.
Which gets to my next question.
Where were you the
night of Tim's death?
Listen, you can look
at me all you want.
But Tim came into contact with a
lot of people around this place.
Desperate people.
Why do I get the feeling you
have someone specific in mind?
Did you ever
fight with Tim?
Last night.
You didn't tell me that earlier.
I was ashamed.
Tim told me
I might not be receiving
the scholarship money
he promised.
I got angry.
Said some things.
I was going
to go apologize, but...
when I got there...
I'm gonna need to test you
for gunshot residue.
And get a full
written statement.
Whatever you need.
First, I want you
to tell me more about
Tim and his relationship
with Vanessa--
what was it like?
Great...
when the cameras were on.
And when they were off?
LUCIFER:
Ah, Detective, you made it.
A little underdressed,
but okay.
What happened with
the orphan child?
We're holding him,
waiting on ballistics.
But he had a lot to say about
the Dunlears' perfect marriage.
Apparently Tim hadn't
slept at home in months.
Well, it's probably
all those good deeds.
So time-consuming.
Or... I was right.
And Tim was back
to his old ways.
You know, that key card
we found in his wallet
was from a hotel, so maybe
he was cheating on Vanessa,
she found out,
then decided to...
Punish the cheating bastard
by pumping him full of lead.
Well, that's option "A."
Option "B" is the lawyer isn't
telling us everything he knows.
Option "C" is
an emotionally distraught
mistress did him in.
Ah, that old chestnut--
if I can't have him, no one can.
What did you get from Vanessa?
Is that why we're here?
Yes, yes.
She asked me to have lunch
with the golden donors
of the foundation
on her behalf.
It's the least I could do.
Oh, the very least.
What better way to get intel
on a murder than a gaggle
of high-society frenemies?
Oh.
Ah!
WOMAN:
Tim Dunlear
was a true humanitarian.
Oh, there's
so few of us around.
And I have no one
to help me process my grief.
Can you believe
my therapist had the nerve
to go on maternity leave?
Oh, well,
I'm here for you, Gayle.
You can tell me anything.
Oh.
Oh, ooh...
You are a good man.
Yeah, not quite the reaction
I was looking for,
but, uh, when in Rome.
To Tim Dunlear.
We all loved him.
Mm-hmm, some more than others.
So you heard about Donna Gray?
Oh, yeah.
So sad.
Throwing yourself
at a married man like that.
Mm, and when they started
sleeping together,
poor Vanessa.
Tim turned Donna down cold.
Not that it's any
of your business.
Oh.
Tight-lipped and angry.
Yes, well,
with all that Botox,
I'm surprised
she can chew at all.
This is taking too long-- maybe
we should do your hypnotism,
eye-voodoo thing
to get them talking.
Yes.
You would expect that sort of
behavior from me, wouldn't you?
Yeah, you making a spectacle
to help out a case.
Yeah, it's what you do.
Don't worry, Detective.
There'll be a spectacle.
These women
are lonely and unappreciated.
If I give them what they want,
they'll give us what we want.
Hello, ladies.
Thank you all so much
for coming today.
Uh, you've all given so
generously over the years
to the Dunlear Foundation.
In honor of our fallen hero,
I now give you a gift
in return.
(women oohing)
(chuckles)
Me.
(women clamoring)
And he's breaking into song.
♪ No cares for me ♪
♪ I'm happy as I can be ♪
♪ I've learned
to love and to live ♪
♪ Devil may care ♪
Gosh, you're lovely,
aren't you?
♪ When the day is through ♪
♪ I'll suffer no regrets ♪
♪ I know that he who frets ♪
♪ Loses the night ♪
♪ For only a fool feels ♪
♪ He can hold back the dawn ♪
WOMAN:
Don't hold back!
♪ He who's wise never tries ♪
♪ To revise what's past... ♪
Stop it! Stop!
What is wrong with you?!
Why-why are you
enjoying yourselves?!
Tim is dead!
Shame on you.
And shame on all of you.
(scattered murmurs)
And I give you option "D."
Let's go.
I love you.
Thank you.
It's true.
(crying)
I loved him.
Kyle, Tim Dunlear
was a hero to all of us.
No, no.
You don't understand.
Tim and I were in love.
Oh.
Right,
so Tim was cheating
on his wife with a man.
I did not see that coming.
The Devil usually has
impeccable gaydar.
Tim was, uh, in denial
about his sexuality for years.
And then, um...
we met.
Hmm, that explains why
he was never at home
and all the secrecy.
Did you two ever
meet at a hotel?
No.
No, that-that
would've been too public.
Uh, we only ever met
at my apartment.
Huh.
What about Vanessa?
Did she know?
They, um,
you know,
they-they had an arrangement.
Tim wanted it kept secret.
And Vanessa agreed.
She needed
the Tim Dunlear brand.
Monogamy fails again.
So, if Tim didn't
want out of the closet,
were you aware of anyone that
would want to blackmail him?
Or threaten to
go to the press?
No.
Um...
But Tim texted me this photo
for safekeeping.
I... I have no idea
what it means.
Hmm.
It's actually
the last I ever
heard from him before...
(sighs)
Do you want another song?
If there's one thing I know
about kimchi fried rice,
it's that heat really
kicks things up a notch.
You almost died.
You came back,
and this is what you do
with your second chance?
You know what happens
when you die?
I can't say I do.
Well, if you've lived a life
like I did, you go to Hell.
Oh, yeah.
In my case, it was for
a couple of seconds.
Down there, though,
it was years...
and years.
And there's a door
just for you.
And inside, Hell
uses what you
love against you.
For me, I love life.
Everything about it.
Got a hunger for it.
So...
they starved me.
No food.
No other people.
No nothing.
No TV.
(chuckles)
Malcolm?
Hmm?
You need help.
(laughs)
You always were a scrappy one.
Ah.
Yeah.
I do need help.
Never to go back.
So I made a deal.
And all I got to do
is put a bullet in Lucifer.
I pull the trigger.
(clicks tongue)
You take the fall.
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Five-second rule.
(laughs)
TIM:
Teaching,
building,
creating.
I'm Tim Dunlear.
Together we can
educate Haiti today
for their better tomorrow.
(knocking)
Mr. Fleming?
What are you doing here?
I understand
you've been asking
some pretty invasive
questions at a luncheon.
I have reason to believe
that your client
knows more than she's letting on
about her husband's death.
Vanessa Dunlear's entire world
has fallen apart.
I mean, what kind of a person
targets a-a grieving woman?
A very rich grieving woman
who stands to inherit
her husband's estate.
Every cent that Tim had
goes back into that foundation.
Which you would know,
because now that Tim's gone,
you took control.
That's an interesting
turn of events.
You are messing with
the wrong people, Detective.
Good people.
Back off.
♪ I want you... ♪
(Lucifer exhales)
You'd never know that Lux was
a den of iniquity, would you?
Well, as long as you don't
look too closely at the floors.
Will Fleming wants
to scare me off?
Bring it on.
Question is, whether he's
protecting himself or Vanessa.
Or maybe
they're just good people.
Because you're
suddenly the authority?
Give me a break.
Detective,
even if Vanessa is guilty,
this is a woman who's denied
herself carbs since the '90s
and stayed married
to a gay man.
If she doesn't want
to talk, she won't.
And as for their attorney,
well, he certainly
doesn't strike me
as the confessional type.
Okay.
Maybe I can't get them to talk,
but you can.
Come on. I've seen
you do it dozens of times.
No.
Not here. Not tonight.
Am I missing something?
I feel like you're protecting
our main suspects.
No, I'm just thinking
about the children.
You want to push pause
on a murder investigation
so you can have a party?
Detective, I made a promise.
The ladies,
the-the foundation,
the proud nation of Haiti...
they're all depending on me
tonight.
Now, Tim Dunlear may be dead,
but his legacy lives on,
and right now he needs to go
change into his tux.
It's about the greater good,
Detective.
The greater good would be
parking your ego
and helping catch the bad guy.
The old Lucifer
would have known that.
Wh...
I miss him, by the way.
At least he had my back.
(exhales)
Detective!
(mellow jazz playing)
(inhales)
Oh...
Glad someone's
having a good night.
What are you doing here?
You've ruined my life.
The least I could do
is ruin your night.
Enjoy your evening.
How'd you even
find me, Maze?
Followed the sweet stench
of failure.
(laughs)
Look, don't blame me
for your problems, all right?
It's not my fault
that you betrayed your boss.
My problems are your problems.
Which would be the only thing
that you and I have in common.
And so you came here because...
...because you have
nowhere else to go?
Yes, I do.
I have lots of places to go.
Lots of places.
And because you have
no one else to talk to, either.
(chuckles)
Says the angel sitting here
eating a medium rare steak
by himself.
What?
It's not like you were
going to drink it.
You're so boring.
I'm actually not boring.
I'm pretty exciting.
My definition of "excitement"
is fun.
Danger.
Sex.
Spontaneity.
You are none of those things.
Yes, I am.
Give me one example.
You know that story
about Lucifer and the goat?
Yeah?
No.
That was you?
That was me.
A whisper here,
a divine
appearance there...
Word got around.
He hates the goat thing.
I know!
(laughing)
He could never figure out
where it came from.
You know, I've waited a thousand
years to tell someone that.
(chuckles)
Leave the bottle.
Thanks for this, Kyle. I know
it's your job on the line.
Whatever it takes.
I want to find who did this.
Thank you.
So this here, this
last text from Tim--
looks like it was
from Port-au-Prince.
KYLE:
Tim didn't tell me
he was going there.
It wasn't on his calendar.
Could he have traveled
under the radar?
Sometimes he booked
his own travel.
He-he had some buddies
who own private jets.
Sometimes they would travel
as a group.
So if Tim stayed
in a hotel there,
maybe that's why
he had the key card.
Third-world
technology.
Maybe that's why
we couldn't read
the magnetic strip.
We do charity work
in Port-au-Prince.
We raised money to buy land
to build a school.
Maybe that's what the text
of the barren field was.
That photo was from
a few days ago.
The school would be
almost finished by now.
Unless it was never built.
Unless the money
the foundation raised
went somewhere else.
Or to someone else.
(snorts)
Really?
That's your move?
You were planning to seduce me?
That is...
truly desperate.
I'm not here
to seduce you, Will.
But I do know what you desire.
What is it you think I desire,
Detective?
To do good.
To help people.
I did some research
into you, Will,
and apparently, you don't charge
for your services
here at the foundation.
I make a nice living,
thanks to my corporate work.
Yeah, you protect your clients
like a bulldog,
but underneath it all,
you're a big softie, aren't you?
I don't need to take money
away from those kids.
No.
But Vanessa does.
What the hell does that mean?
I looked into a school
that was supposed to be built
with the foundation's money
in Port-au-Prince.
(sighs)
It doesn't exist.
What?
I think the money
went elsewhere.
After all, Vanessa had
a hell of an expensive lifestyle
to keep up after her husband
left the NBA.
That is ridiculous.
Besides, non-profit financials
are a matter of public record.
They are.
But they're so complicated,
it would be pretty easy
to hide a few
outgoing wire transfers.
Here. I think Tim Dunlear
looked into these financials
and figured it out.
So he flew to Pout Au Prince
to see for himself,
and when he realized
where the money went,
he confronted Vanessa
and she killed him.
That is pure speculation.
It is.
So help me get proof.
If Vanessa transferred
money to herself,
it'll show up in her
personal financial records,
which you have access to.
You want me to violate
my client's trust
based on a hunch?
You took this job
to make a difference.
This foundation
can still do good
the way Tim
wanted it to.
If you help me.
(Dan grunting)
(groans)
(grunting)
(gasps loudly)
♪ Sull'aria ♪
♪ Che soave ♪
♪ Zeffiretto... ♪
(elevator bell dings)
Detective.
Is that you?
Hope you've come to your senses.
Well, that depends on who
you ask, Mr. Morningstar.
(gun hammer clicks)
I'm here to murder you.
♪ ♪
Well... that is a buzzkill.
I'm sorry, strange,
disheveled gunman,
have we met?
Briefly.
Detective
Malcolm Graham.
Ah, yes, of course!
The infamous Malcolm.
(chuckles)
Tough times?
You here to steal my watch?
Well, there's no need.
You've caught me
in a charitable mood.
You could also use
a decent suit.
The closet's that way.
Thanks.
I'm still going to kill you.
Ah...
I should also mention that
if you pull that trigger,
it's a one-way ticket
to eternal damnation.
Hell?
Oh, I'm not going to Hell.
Now or ever again.
No?
See, I made a deal
with an angel.
And I've got orders
to take you out.
Your ass for mine.
(laughs)
Sorry, it's...
My holier-than-thou brother
has hired someone to kill me?
Well, this really is
Opposite Day, isn't it?
You know what, Malcolm?
It's nighttime now.
It's funny how things seem
so much clearer in the dark.
Is that all you got?
Interesting.
Most people wet themselves
when they see my nastier side.
Huh.
Well, most people haven't
been to Hell and back.
Rumor says
you're not
immortal anymore.
That if I pull
this trigger,
it's bye-bye, Devil.
Of course.
Right. And what do you
get in return,
Malcolm?
Your brother
doesn't kill me.
I stay out of Hell,
live out my life.
I love life.
(chuckling)
(both chuckling)
You've been duped, Malcolm.
Huh?
Angels can't take a mortal life.
It's Dad's rules.
Sorry. (laughs)
And even if you do kill me...
what happens when you do die?
Because you will...
eventually.
You'll still go
back to Hell, Malcolm.
There's nothing
that my brother can
do to prevent that.
What's that?
This?
This is my Pentecostal coin.
It's a subway token for
the damned, if you will.
I was going to use it to get
back to Hell eventually.
I suppose you could use it
to get out of Hell, too.
Could come in handy
for someone like you,
don't you think, Malcolm?
It's all yours
if you don't shoot me.
One-time offer.
(gasps)
(exhales)
(elevator doors open)
("It's Not Unusual"
by Tom Jones plays)
♪ It's not unusual ♪
♪ To be loved by anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual ♪
♪ To have fun with anyone ♪
♪ But when I see you hanging
about with anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual ♪
♪ To find that
I'm in love with you ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-ho-ho-ho-ho... ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa-oh-ho ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-oh... ♪
♪ Whoa-oh. ♪
There you are.
Can't very well start our party
without our guest of honor.
Mrs. Dunlear.
Are you okay?
Yes, yes, I just needed
a little pick-me-up.
It's been an exhausting day.
Facing one's mortality
will do that.
I think we'll all deserve
a vacation after tonight,
a chance to mourn
Tim properly.
I fly out tomorrow.
One of those Swiss med spas
that masquerades as a resort?
(chuckles)
No.
No, I own a small ranch
outside of Buenos Aires.
Lovely.
I knew some folks who moved
to Buenos Aires back in the day.
Oh. Good people?
Nazis. No extradition treaty
in Argentina.
Just a nasty bunch of miscreants
hiding in plain sight.
Gosh, they got away with murder.
You did kill your husband,
didn't you?
No, that's absurd.
I have to admit,
I'm not entirely sure why,
but Detective Decker
will figure it out.
She always does.
I loved him.
And Tim loved me.
Well, no, technically,
he loved your assistant, Kyle.
(sighs) Yes, but I...
I would never...
Tim was a good man.
He was selfless...
Yes.
Yes, he was.
Everybody loved Tim, and he
asked for nothing in return,
not even his own happiness.
Well, as the old saying goes,
you can't keep a good man down,
not even in death.
So how about we go downstairs,
see this night through,
and then...
Oh, bloody hell.
(gun fires three times)
DAN:
Lucifer! Where's Lucifer?
Lucifer Morningstar,
where is he?
Out of the way.
MAN: Hey!
(elevator bell dings)
(exhales)
(gasps)
You're alive.
Yes.
Yes, it would appear
that way, wouldn't it?
What are you
doing here?
I came to stop Malcolm;
he's planning to shoot you.
Malcolm?
No, no, this wasn't him.
He's taken care of.
He is?
How?
Well, I made him an offer
that he couldn't...
You know the line.
You look terrible, by the way.
Rough day at the office?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, you could say that.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I've got a charity to attend
and a killer to punish.
(elevator bell dings)
How do I look?
Pretty good, actually.
Yes, I thought as much.
Oh, have a drink.
Two, if you like.
Who says the Devil
can't be charitable?
VANESSA: Thank you all
so much for your generosity.
I would also like to thank
our host, Mr. Morningstar.
He was going to say a few words,
but unfortunately he's been...
Right on time.
How are we all
this evening, eh?
Such a well-preserved crowd.
Love your work,
Dr. Broffman.
Tucking marvelous.
(chuckles)
Right, we're all here to honor
Tim Dunlear's legacy,
and what better way to do that
than to reveal his killer?
(crowd gasping)
Wouldn't you agree,
Mrs. Dunlear?
Time to show your friends
your true colors.
Tell them all your
nasty desires.
CHLOE:
No need.
We already have everything,
how she embezzled money
from the foundation,
and when Tim found out about it,
you killed him.
(crowd gasping)
Ah, see?
Told you she'd
figure it out.
(scoffs)
You have no proof.
Actually, we do.
CHLOE: We have proof
of the embezzlement,
and that's enough
for probable cause.
Vanessa...
I earned that money.
I supported him
when he left pro ball.
I let him sleep
with my assistant.
Oh.
That money should
go to me,
not those kids.
Tim was going
to ruin everything.
I had to.
Now, doesn't that feel better?
Huh?
(chuckles)
Vanessa Dunlear,
you're under arrest
for the murder
of Tim Dunlear.
(whispering):
Thank you.
You're welcome.
("Daylights Gone"
by Motopony plays)
There it is again, that rush.
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah-yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah... ♪
Looks like someone
had a good night.
♪ Your time has come ♪
I know bed head when I see it.
♪ You pull my mind away... ♪
We're talking again?
(chuckles)
Well... life's too
short to hold grudges.
♪ Is dancing on the pay... ♪
Doesn't mean all
is forgiven, mind.
I mean, you'd have to do
something pretty extraordinary
to wipe this
slate clean.
♪ Now that daylight's gone ♪
♪ You can be yourself... ♪
I had sex with your brother.
♪ Now that night has come... ♪
And that puts you in my
good graces how exactly?
Well, I was his inside woman,
and now I'm yours.
Yes, well, I suppose
that could come in handy,
especially since he just
tried to kill me.
What?!
Wait, you were shot?
Mm-hmm.
And you
didn't bleed?
He hired a gunman.
I mean, I talked
the chap out of it,
but then this
demented socialite...
I mean, it's a long story,
but I survived,
which is more than
can be said for my Armani.
But I don't understand.
How could you still be alive?
Well, that is the
question, isn't it, Maze?
Why is it that
sometimes I'm immortal...
(chuckles)
...and other times
I'm all too human.
♪ You can be yourself again ♪
♪ Now that... ♪
Oh, that's interesting.
What?
I need to go and
test a theory.
Oh, and, um...
...tread carefully, Maze.
♪ Shine, wild ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah-yeah ♪
(knocking on door rapidly)
♪ Yeah... ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
May I come in?
Who? St. Lucifer or the Devil?
(chuckles) Yes, rest assured,
St. Lucifer's retired.
Really?
'Cause I just got a text from
Kyle saying that someone gave
money to Emmett Toussaint's
scholarship fund,
enough for a full ride.
An anonymous donor.
Well, good for Emmett.
Glad it worked out.
Mm-hmm.
Listen, Detective, I...
I want...
Oh.
Sorry.
No, you.
Um, I've been thinking a lot
about the other night,
why I showed up drunk
to your place,
why you wouldn't sleep with me,
and I think us,
our thing,
maybe it goes beyond just work.
Or sex.
What sex?
Congratulations, the first woman
to give the Devil blue balls.
Anyhow,
I, uh, I just...
...I can let my guard
down with you.
I don't do that
with anyone else.
You make me vulnerable.
And... maybe that's okay.
Detective...
...if it's any consolation
to your pride...
it appears you make me
vulnerable, too.