[Lucifer] Previously on Lucifer...
Roommates? You and Detective Decker?
I think it's going to be fine. With a short adjustment period.
You made a deal to return Mom to Hell.
In exchange, Chloe's life was spared!
What if Dad decides to take back his side of the deal?
-Hello, brother. -Uriel.
You have 24 hours, or I'll finish what I started with your detective.
Uriel is here?
He's after Chloe, or that bitch you call Mom.
Well, worry not, because Uriel won't be a problem.
We have a nuclear weapon.
How did he beat you, brother?
-[Amenadiel] I no longer have my powers. -[yells]
I'm letting Uriel take me back to Hell.
There is always another way.
That's Azrael's Blade. You're not planning on taking Mom back to Hell.
[Uriel] Because you made it so difficult,
now I'm going to take out Mom and the detective.
-[blade clanks] -[Lucifer] I killed him.
-[gasping] -What have I done?
[sobbing]
[priest] We are gathered here today to mourn a great loss.
Peggy, Edgar.
Your single life is dead.
[crowd laughing]
[applause]
[priest] But your life of wedded bliss is just beginning.
She's gorgeous even as a freakin' zombie.
[sighs] I hate her.
[priest] If anyone objects to this unholy matrimony,
speak now
-or forever hold your peace. -[gunshot]
-[groans] -[crowd gasps]
[Peggy] Edgar!
Oh, my God! Help!
Someone call the ambulance, please. This is real!
Somebody call an ambulance, please!
-[groans] -[crowd screaming]
["No Good" playing]
♪ Can't fight the temptation ♪
♪ When you get the vibration ♪
♪ Won't do you no good ♪
-♪ Won't do you no good ♪ -[woman laughs]
♪ You better start running ♪
♪ When you hear the man coming ♪
♪ Won't do you no good ♪
♪ No, we don't mind ♪
♪ If you don't mind ♪
♪ Hell, I never mind! ♪
♪ Now let the moment break you... ♪
Back again.
Martini! Extra dry, just like I like it.
[Linda] Lucifer!
Doctor!
Whoo! Come to join the party?
No, I'm here to check on you. You didn't show for our session.
I know, I canceled that.
Which is odd, because you never cancel. Is everything okay?
Mmm... It's fine. Just a little family drama, that's all.
Nothing to worry about.
-Family drama? -Mmm.
-My brother died. -Amenadiel?
Mmm. [coughs]
No. Another brother. I have many.
Lucifer, I'm so sorry.
It's fine. What's done is done, eh?
-Whiskey? -No, you know...
Lucifer, patients often avoid sessions precisely when they need it the most.
When the feelings are too painful.
Are you sure you don't need to talk?
Well, I think there's a few other things I'd rather do, you know.
-No. No, okay, Lucifer, no. -No?
We're not doing that anymore and you know that.
I'm here if you wanna talk about your brother's death, but in a...
In an appropriate manner.
What's the point?
You wouldn't understand me anyway. You think everything I say is a metaphor.
Now, if you don't mind, you're killing my buzz.
Ladies.
Well, if you change your mind my door is always open.
-[women laughing] -Well, feel free to shut it.
[music continues]
[Maze and Trixie laughing]
Look, Mommy. I'm swinging.
Hey, baby. Get off of that.
Hey, can you let Maze and Mommy talk for a minute? Please?
Mmm-hmm.
[Chloe] Seriously?
-A sex swing? -I know, right?
You wanna hop on?
Okay, if we're gonna live together we need to have some house rules.
Rule number one, and I can't believe I'm saying this, no sex swing.
You said I could bring my furniture.
A sex swing is not furniture.
We have to agree on what's gonna be in the common area, Maze.
Fine, I don't agree with your cheesy decorations.
-You don't like Halloween? -Of course I do.
Slutty outfits, humans abandoning their inhibitions,
-masquerade orgies. -That's great.
But that's not our Halloween.
You live with a child now, you're gonna have to rethink how you look at things.
[scoffs]
Do I?
Maybe living together was a bad idea.
-Now that's something we can agree on. -[cell phone ringing]
Decker.
[Anthony] This is Peggy Russo.
She's a movie makeup artist from Studio City.
Died from a single shot to the chest.
Still waiting on ballistics, but it looks like it's a large caliber bullet,
most likely from a rifle.
-Anyone see the shooter? -[camera clicks]
Nah, we're still combing through the guest list but so far no.
Everyone was focused on the ceremony.
[sighs] What about the wait staff?
Questioned them first, nothing.
But we're running everyone's info, see if we have any priors.
-Great. -[siren wailing]
Dead center shot.
-You said the groom was hit in the arm? -Yeah.
So he botches the first shot and aces the second?
Maybe the bride was the intended target, and the groom just got in the way.
Where is he now?
Uh, he's over with the medics.
[tires screech]
I can't believe she's gone.
Why would anybody wanna do this?
[Chloe] Did Peggy have problems with anyone?
-Anyone you know that wanted to hurt her? -[belches]
No.
Peggy's amazing, she's beautiful,
and smart,
and funny.
Sorry. I'm sorry I have to ask you these questions.
-This must be a really difficult... -Ah! Devil's food cake!
I've definitely come to the right place!
Here we go.
Oh, Lucifer, so good of you to show.
You realize you're late, yeah?
Oh, and you're eating possible evidence.
-Mmm. -Gimme that.
Surely all this food can't go to waste, Detective.
-You look like hell. -[scoffs, mimics rimshot]
Not heard that before.
-Are you drunk? -I wish.
Pesky supernatural metabolism keeps getting in the way.
Still, never stopped me trying, eh?
No.
-No drinking at a crime scene. -Fine.
What murder are we solving today? I mean, everyone here looks dead.
We have an injured groom and a deceased bride.
Ooh. They got to that "Till death do us part"
nonsense quickly, didn't they?
The bride suffered a gunshot wound to the chest.
Chest? Shooter didn't go for the head? First rule of zombie killing.
Do you wanna work this case with me or not?
Of course I do.
Every killer must be punished.
Good. Then you stay here,
find some water, calm down.
I'm gonna talk to some witnesses, and pull yourself together.
You look like a homeless magician.
[sighs]
Well.
Hello, bridesmaids.
So,
which one of you horrifying zombettes wanted the bride dead, then, eh?
Surely she put each of you through hell. All brides do, am I right? [chuckles]
Yeah, let me guess,
she wanted you to lose weight, didn't she?
You, to cover your tattoos,
forced you to buy a tea-length dress that does nothing for your kankles,
and did any of you wanna wear this...
Hideous zombie makeup?
-[sobs] -Oh.
Hello, you look suspicious.
Tell me, what did you want to do to our corpse bride?
-I wanted to ruin her wedding. -Aha!
Right, let me guess. You're in love
with the groom, this is always about jealousy, isn't it?
No, it was Peggy!
Oh! Much more interesting, go on.
She was so disgustingly perfect. I hated it.
How could anyone compare?
So remove the competition, got it.
I told her ex-boyfriend, Jason, where the wedding was gonna be.
Hoping he'd... [exhales]
-I don't know, show up and make a scene. -Mmm-hmm.
But I never imagined that he would kill her.
-This is all my fault! -Oh.
No, no... Come, come... Don't do that.
Guilt is such a useless emotion,
it's completely unflattering on such a beautiful face.
You... You think I'm beautiful?
[moaning]
Lucifer, what are you doing?
-Detective, I found your lead. -Where? In her mouth?
Yes, actually. Imagine what I can find in other orifices.
[Lucifer chuckles]
Okay.
-I apologize. -I'm just being thorough.
-Call me. Easy. -[thuds]
What has gotten into you? Thought you were getting the hang of this.
Got you a lead, didn't I? The ex-boyfriend, you looking into him?
Yeah, Dan's on it. But that's not the point.
This whole new thing, you making out with witnesses.
Completely inappropriate.
When are you gonna get it? Inappropriate is what I do.
You've always been a pain in the ass, Lucifer,
but I've never seen you like this.
What's going on? What happened?
Just enough of the questioning, Detective. Reprimand me and let's get on with it.
[Chloe sighs]
Wow. Can I talk to you, please?
[sighs] Pull your pants up.
-Hi. -Hey, what's up with him?
Looks like he just rolled out of bed or something.
I don't know, there's just something completely off about him today.
There's something really off about him every day.
No, no, it's different. He's missing his usual...
Extreme glee, he... He just seems really dark.
Look, is he gonna be a problem?
'Cause, you know I wouldn't mind if you send him home.
-No, not a problem. Yep, got it. -You sure?
I can handle it. What did you get from ballistics?
I confirmed, large caliber bullet from a rifle, long range.
Have a team searching a wider perimeter for more evidence,
and I finished the background check on everyone at the wedding.
All clean, but the ex-boyfriend, Jason Myers, he's not.
He's got one aggravated assault, two weapons violations.
I have him waiting in interrogation for you.
Well,
hello, bad guy.
[theme music playing]
[Dan] Lucifer! [knocking] Open the damn door!
[Chloe] Lucifer!
-Lucifer, open this door right now! -[sobbing]
Lucifer, what are you doing?
Just having a little chitchat with our friend, here.
Care to know what I've learned?
You get out of there. Now.
[scoffs] She's so demanding.
Well, he's innocent.
Oh, did you figure that out before or after you tortured him?
You tortured the suspect?
Didn't lay a finger on the spineless cretin.
Come on, the guy's sitting on the floor crying.
He's crying because of a woman. Not me.
The bride, to be specific. However, he did not kill her.
And you know that how?
He said he couldn't take seeing the bride so happy,
so he ran off crying. Surprise, surprise.
Well before the shooting started.
-And you believed that? -Of course not, he had an alibi.
-Really. -Yes.
Leaving the park on the service road, he bumped into a wedding musician.
Didn't get a name, but he had a buzz cut and a guitar case.
A guitar? No, they booked a DJ. Not a live band.
Trust me. Crying guy isn't lying.
Maybe. But maybe there wasn't a guitar in that case.
Ah. So you think our musician might be the shooter?
He's pretty shaken up but he's gonna be okay. You're lucky.
Okay, I still have to question him properly.
But there's a possibility that Jason saw our shooter,
and he may have been carrying his rifle in a guitar case.
Last seen on the park service road.
I'm on it.
-You're welcome. -Excuse me?
What you just did in there is incredibly inappropriate.
Are you trying to get in trouble or are you trying to piss me off?
I did what I had to do.
-Got results, didn't I? -If you pull one more stunt like that,
I don't care how effective you are,
I will bench you.
[sighs]
Take it you heard about Uriel.
Is Lucifer here?
No, he's out.
Probably in the middle of some three-way, like nothing happened.
Not everyone grieves the same way.
Lucifer?
He's never been one to...
Face his emotions.
Instead of looking in,
he acts out.
You know, a rebellion here, an apple there...
But you? How are you doing?
Come on, tell your mom.
When I first heard of Uriel's death I wanted to blame Lucifer, but...
Then I realized I was just as much to blame if...
Not more.
None of this would have happened if I still had my...
Your powers.
-How did you know? -A mother knows.
But I also know it's...
Possible to regain your strength.
-That we both can. -No, Mom.
It's too late. Uriel would...
He would still be alive if it wasn't for me.
Come, there's something you need to see.
[footsteps receding]
Okay, so we found something near the service road.
Look at this.
It's a nice little hiding spot behind some bushes.
Disturbed ground, clear view of the stage.
Someone with a rifle could've made this shot.
What's that?
That is a pastry napkin from a Dutch food truck.
Freddy's Dutch Oven? [sniffs]
Love this place. Unfortunate name, but best stroopwafel in Hollywood.
Napkin is definitely from today.
Surface still wet to the touch.
And undoubtedly tasty.
If the shooter bought this...
Stroop-whatever-you-call-it with his credit card, we can track his identity.
So we need to get to the food truck and talk to the owner.
-[Dan] I will put out a BOLO-- -What is it with you and BOLO's?
Why don't you just use Freddy's Dutch Oven app?
Gives you their current locale.
You never know when you're in the mood for a good strooping.
["This Girl Is Back In Town" playing]
♪ You better mount up ♪
♪ You better ride on ♪
♪ You better ride on away... ♪
You know what, you stay here. Don't move, I'll do the talking.
Fine by me.
Detective Decker, LAPD. Are you the owner?
Alfred Loomis, but you can call me Freddy.
And let me guess, you look like a chocolate hagelslag
kinda girl, am I right?
Sir, earlier today you served a man with a buzz cut,
possibly carrying a guitar case, does that ring a bell?
If I may, one order of Oliebollen, please.
-What? -Oliebollen.
Literally means "oily balls."
Tastes better than it sounds, believe me. Thank you.
No, sorry, Detective. I don't remember anyone like that.
But I wasn't here during the morning shift.
Um, Freddy, I forgot to tell you,
a guy like that was here when I opened.
He was asking when you'd be around.
Asking for me specifically?
Actually, you know what, can you make that two orders please? I'm famished!
-Lucifer-- -[gunshot]
-[crowd screams] -Everybody down!
-[sirens wailing] -[tires screeching]
Shooter on the roof, victim in the truck. Secure the scene.
Bloody hell.
Not very polite of Mr. Shooter to leave without saying goodbye.
His bullets are saying plenty.
Why shoot food truck Freddy? Just 'cause you were questioning him?
No, this was premeditated.
The shooter came here to find him.
Then went to shoot the bride, then came back when he knew Freddy would be here.
This guy's got a list.
-God, who's next? -[scoffs]
He's not gonna tell you.
-[Lucifer] Come bloody on. -[vending machine clicking]
[sighs]
[tapping loudly]
-What are you doing? -Twice now today I've been denied snacks.
-Do you got change for a hundie? -Oh, God.
All right, ballistics confirmed the same rifle was used in both shootings,
but no prints were found on the rooftop.
This guy paid cash at the food truck. He really covers his tracks.
If I could just find a connection between our two victims,
but Peggy Russo and Freddy Loomis seem to have nothing in common.
[Lucifer] Apart from being dead.
Uh, maybe they were just randomly chosen.
Mmm. My gut says no. This guy is too calculating, deliberate.
Until we find a link between these two...
Teeny-tiny donuts or cool ranch puffs?
Lucifer, you can't just steal food in the middle of the precinct.
Why? You're gonna put me on the naughty step
so I can have a think about what I've done?
-[cell phone rings] -[sighs]
Hey, monkey.
Yes, I'm really sorry, work got busy.
Yes, I really, really wanna take you trick-or-treating.
But if Mommy or Daddy can't make it home in time,
babysitter Shelley might have to take you, okay?
-Oh, she already left. -What?
-Why? -I don't know.
But when she went into Maze's room, she ran out of the house screaming.
It was hilarious.
-Who's watching you now? -Maze.
-Can she take me trick-or-treating? -No.
Mommy, please? I promise I'll be good.
Yeah, babe, it's not you that I'm worried about.
Please, please, please, please.
[groans]
All right, put Maze on the phone.
-Yeah. -What did you do to the babysitter?
Me? She's the one who didn't knock. I didn't have time to hide my toys.
Okay, Maze, look. I have a favor to ask you.
That's Lucifer's thing.
I know, but I'll never find a sitter this late.
And trick-or-treating is really important to Trixie, Maze.
Will you please take her for me?
Sure.
I'll take your offspring for a walk.
Well, she's not a dog, but thank you.
Okay, don't let her out of your sight,
please check her candy and take her early, like 3:00.
Great, best after-parties don't start till 3:00 anyway.
Not 3:00 a.m., 3:00 p.m.
I want her home before dark, and do not take her to any parties.
[scoffs] Lame, but whatever, your kid.
[sighs] Thank you, thank you so much.
Oh, oh, did you see the costume? I laid it on the bed.
Uh...
[sighs]
What's wrong?
I told Mommy I wanted to be a princess when I was seven.
-Now I'm eight. -And?
Halloween's supposed to be the one night you get to be whatever you want.
What do you wanna be?
Where did he go?
Hey.
I've been talking to the food truck owner's wife.
She doesn't recognize the zombie bride
and doesn't think she has any connection to her husband.
Two victims, two devastated spouses.
Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way.
Mrs. Loomis, I'm sorry. I know you're going through a lot.
I have one more question for you, okay?
Do you recognize this man?
Yes, that's Edgar.
-Romero. -How do you know him?
We've worked together. I'm a doctor, he's a lawyer.
He handles many of our hospital's malpractice suits.
He's married to the other victim?
Yes, but the connection we've been looking for isn't between them,
-it's between you, the spouses. -So you think the shooter's upset
because of one of these malpractice suits?
Maybe.
Maybe he's taking it out on their loved ones.
Can you give us a list of all the cases that Edgar litigated for you?
[Chloe] When are you gonna tell me what's going on with you?
-Do you wanna talk about it? -Why would I wanna do that?
'Cause that's what partners do, they talk.
I can tell you about my headaches living with Maze,
and you can tell me what's going on with you.
Pass.
Lucifer, seriously,
whatever you're going through, I don't know, maybe I can help.
[scoffs] How, by giving me a warm, fuzzy hug?
They won't release the damn case files.
Some crap about new HIPAA laws requiring extra warrants.
It could be days before we get a judge to sign off on that.
Ah, well, it looks like Detective Douche is the one who needs a hug.
-Mmm. Come here, Daniel. -Get off me, man.
Daniel, if you wanna talk about your feelings, Detective Decker is offering.
Why don't I give you two a minute so you can talk about your
Earth-shattering problems?
What was that?
I told you something's going on with him. I'm getting worried.
Yeah, well, honestly, Chloe, we have bigger things to worry about right now.
I know, I'll see if I can expedite the warrants, and, uh...
Call the Lieutenant.
All right, there you go, merry Christmas,
or should I say happy Halloween?
-Are these the files? -Where did you get these?
Well, if you ask permission people can say no,
but flash a badge to the right sap and voilà.
-This is mine. -All right, chill out, Daniel.
What's a little badge-borrowing between friends?
[chuckles] At least I didn't have to use this.
You stole my gun and my badge? What the hell's the matter with you?
-Hey, guys-- -Are you gonna take his side
in this right now, is that what you're doing?
I got the files, didn't I? I did what I had to do.
Oh, please, don't give me that crap.
You never do what you have to do, Lucifer.
You only ever do what you want to.
That is not true. There's a lot of things that I didn't want to do.
-Oh, really? -Yes.
Because if I only ever did what I wanted to do, then right now I'd do this.
[Dan groaning]
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why are you so surprised, Detective? I'm the Devil, remember, I'm evil.
No, what you are is off this case. You go home now. You're done.
Go!
-[Chloe sighs] Are you okay? -Not really.
All right, well...
Let's get you checked out and return the files.
What if we hold off for a bit?
I don't agree with what Lucifer did,
but there's still a killer out there.
And these files might be the key to stopping him.
Are you suggesting we keep them?
More like borrow.
[Amenadiel] Where are we going, Mom? [Charlotte] You'll see soon enough.
But first we need to get something straight.
Uriel's death was not your fault.
How can you say that, Mom?
Do you remember when you boys were young?
Uriel always playing pranks on Lucifer to get your father's attention.
Annoying little runt.
But he never got in trouble for it because you took the blame.
Just looking out for my little brother, Mom.
No, it's more than that.
You have welcomed responsibility your entire life.
Don't you think you deserve a break?
Mom, you just don't understand.
Don't you think I feel responsible too?
All of this fighting has been over me.
Uriel's gone forever because of me.
-Not you. -How can you say that, Mom?
You did everything that you could do.
You volunteered to go back to Hell. You stepped up and did the right thing.
Isn't that all you've been doing?
Trying to please your father by doing what you think is right?
You shouldn't be punished.
You should be rewarded.
["Way Down We Go" playing]
You really think so?
If your father was down here...
He would see that.
♪ And way down we go ♪
♪ Oh, way down we go ♪
♪ Say, way down we go ♪
♪ Way down we go ♪
This is where Lucifer buried your brother.
♪ Whoa, you let your feet run wild ♪
♪ Time has come as we all go down ♪
♪ Yeah but for the fall, oh, my ♪
♪ Do you dare to look him right in the eyes? ♪
Uriel.
Ow!
I am so sorry.
Oh, no, no... No worries, it's not your fault.
♪ And they will run you down, down to your core ♪
♪ Yeah, 'til you can't crawl no more ♪
Okay, so these are all the cases that involve both Dr. Loomis
and our zombie groom, Edgar.
Six settled, three pending, and that last one there was recently dismissed.
Wrongful death suit thrown out for lack of evidence.
-It's frustrating, could be motive. -Yeah.
I don't know, maybe our plaintiff was pissed about the dismissal.
Decided to settle his grievances another way.
Let's see. Plaintiff Wes Williams,
he sued for his wife Cassandra's death after she lost the battle with...
Oh, man, I can't even pronounce this... Lymphangiomatosis?
Yeah, lung disease.
Yeah, well, looks like Wes blamed Cassandra's physician,
our Dr. Sydney Loomis, and the hospital's lawyer, Edgar Romero,
had the case thrown out.
It's no one's fault with a disease like that.
Yeah, well, apparently Wes didn't feel that way.
-What's wrong? -Nothing, I just...
I kinda feel bad for the guy's situation, you know.
I mean, I don't know what I would do if my wife...
Yeah, right.
Well, what you wouldn't do is start
revenge killing a bunch of innocent people.
-Good point. -Okay.
Let's see if our Wes Williams is in the system.
[computer beeps]
No criminal record, but he fits the description.
Look at that.
He's an ATF agent.
[Dan] Nicknamed "The Ghost."
Served multiple assignments in Mexico trying to take down cartels,
specializes in...
Long-range marksmanship.
[indistinct chatter]
Clear!
He's making counterfeit badges
for Strode Pharmaceuticals.
Trick or treat.
Oh, and what are you, young lady?
She's the President of Mars, duh.
Yeah, duh.
President of Mars!
All righty.
There you go.
[sighs]
[snaps fingers]
Isn't this fun?
I expected worse.
I wish you wore a costume.
Well, uh... I did bring something.
-You wanna see it? -Yeah.
Turn around.
I'm ready.
Cool!
[chuckles]
We're gonna get so much candy.
[chuckles]
Why?
Why did you bring me here?
You have been so focused on blame.
You haven't let yourself grieve.
This isn't right.
None of it.
Why did he do this?
-Lucifer was just trying-- -No, Mom, not Lucifer, Father.
How did he let this happen?
Son, it's okay.
Just let it out.
Let it all...
Out.
[Amenadiel] I blame Father for this.
Try, Mom, where is he?
If he wanted to, he could've prevented all of this from happening.
All the misunderstandings,
all the pain.
Well, I'm done.
I'm done trying to please someone who isn't even here.
[breathing shakily]
Out.
All of you out! Go on!
Go!
[indistinct chatter]
[Chloe] Anything connecting our shooter to Strode Pharmaceuticals?
Yeah, right here. Wes Williams' wife took part in one of their clinical drug trials.
A promising new treatment for lung disease.
Not promising enough to save her.
No, turns out she was in the placebo group.
Is that why he's pissed off?
-Who put her there? -No one really, it was a double blind.
So just like the doctor and the lawyer, no one's at fault here.
So who does our shooter think is at fault? Who ran the trials?
Dr. Jack Peterson.
And since Williams is targeting spouses, if we find Mrs. Peterson, assuming--
-[Dan] No way, crap. -What?
It also says that the trial was run by a Dr. Sally Peterson.
-They're a husband and wife team. -Great. Who's the target?
Well, it could be either one. We gotta get to both of them.
Yeah, before he does.
-Dr. Peterson, LAPD. -Your wife Sally, where is she?
-What's going on? -I'll explain later. Where's your wife?
She's probably getting a coffee from the coffee cart in the lobby.
-Stay with him, I'll find her. All right. -Be careful.
Stay put.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
I know you're out there, Mr. Sniper!
[silenced gunshot]
Oh, come on!
You can do better than that!
Shoot me!
Go on, then! What are you waiting for?
Just shoot me right now, please!
Lucifer, what are you doing?
Uh-oh! Police are here. Gonna have to hurry up, Mr. Shooter, sir!
[silenced gunshot]
Seriously, I'm standing right here.
[silenced gunshot]
You're just embarrassing yourself, now.
I mean, could you be any worse of a shot?
[silenced gunshots]
[Lucifer] Oh, come on!
It's like he's not even trying.
Not her, you idiot! Me!
Shoot me!
Drop your weapon. Now.
You.
-Why didn't you shoot me? -Shoot you?
I was standing right here, fair game. Why didn't you do it?
Because you didn't deserve it.
How do you know what I deserve?
I was trying to scare you away from her.
I only wanted the people who killed Cassandra to suffer like...
Like I'm suffering.
-You idiot! -Lucifer.
The doctor, the lawyer, that woman, they didn't kill your wife,
they're not responsible.
But you know that.
You hold someone else accountable, don't you?
If I hadn't been on mission so long,
been home when Cassandra needed me,
we could've detected it sooner.
She would still be alive.
Yes.
So it's not vengeance you want, it's punishment.
Well, now you've got it.
Good for you.
I got this.
Hey.
How did you find us?
I just called the station chief.
Got all of the details.
What you just did was extremely reckless and stupid.
But you saved that woman's life.
I couldn't care less about that woman's life.
So what, you were just trying to get yourself killed?
No, I don't buy it.
Every time you say that you don't care,
or you're evil, or you're the Devil,
I know that's not who you really are.
You don't know a thing about who I am, Detective, or what I've done.
You weren't just talking about Wes back there, were you?
You wanna be punished for something.
That's why you've been acting out recently.
Just talk to me, Lucifer, please.
Just tell me what's going on.
I'm here for you, okay? I...
I just wanna understand.
But you can't understand, Detective.
And you never will.
Well, if you won't talk to me, then...
Please, talk to someone else. You have a therapist.
Talk to her before it eats you alive.
[woman gasps on TV]
[man speaks indistinctly on TV]
[doors creaking]
I'm glad you changed your mind.
Are you ready to talk about your brother?
His name is...
Was...
Uriel.
And...
Ever since he died I've been having this...
strange feeling. Something I've never felt before.
Guilt.
Why do you feel guilty?
Uriel didn't just die.
I killed him.
I've never...
killed anyone before, only punished those already dead, you know.
Back when I used to run Hell.
But... [slurps]
Stubborn Uriel, he gave me no choice.
He came down from the Silver City to collect
on the deal that I'd made with Dad,
intent on killing the Detective or smiting Mom out of existence.
-Lucifer. -He brought Azrael's Blade with him,
which is a divine dagger that destroys your soul, it doesn't just kill you--
Lucifer, enough!
[sighs]
I can't do this anymore.
I can't keep track of all these elaborate metaphors.
But it's not a metaphor, Doctor.
You need to take me seriously. You need to believe
what I'm saying, otherwise you'll never understand.
I'm a monster.
A monster who...
-deserves to be punished. -I believe you feel that way.
[sighs]
And I want to understand.
I truly do.
But, Lucifer, you have to help me.
I need you to be honest with me.
Completely honest...
about who you are.
Completely honest?
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Yes, I'm sure.
That's what all of these sessions,
our entire relationship, is all about.
Getting to know the real Lucifer.
No more lies.
No more metaphors.
Very well.
[sighs]
Doctor?
I...
[gasping softly]
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