[Lucifer] Previously on Lucifer...
[Linda] What do you desire?
I want her to choose me.
I never told you what I want. I want you.
[Maze] So you thought I wouldn't find out your mark is fake.
Maybe not tonight...
But I am coming for you.
Neither I nor Lucifer have the power to get anyone into Heaven.
I'm going to Hell.
Well, I was hoping that you might be able to help me out again.
Any chance to get in His good graces? I'm in.
I know you're not trying to freak Chloe out,
but you're getting in her head.
-Let's elope. -I can't marry you.
I'm sorry, Marcus.
-Oh, no ring. -No ring.
[upbeat music playing]
Hey.
You know what, I'm really glad that you told me
how you felt.
Oh, I don't know.
All that unresolved sexual tension.
It's kind of fun.
Yeah.
[laughing]
[boy] Loser. Loser!
[girl] No, stop!
They're gonna burn the house down if we don't get out there.
I made the batter, Dan.
Oh, yeah? Sweet.
Because the waffle king has arrived, step aside,
my lady.
Good morning, Micah.
Hmm.
[dramatic music]
[gun fires]
Thanks for your help.
[gasps]
Hey.
Are you okay?
Is it the same nightmare?
Except this time, you were in it.
So, are you going to tell Chloe now?
Tell her what?
Uh, everything. What we talked about in your penthouse?
Before she got engaged?
When you said...
"I want her to choose me."
Right, yes...
No, no, no need, she broke it off with Pierce,
so, I win.
Yes, I know that they broke up but just because she didn't
choose Pierce doesn't mean she chose you.
And just because she unchose Pierce doesn't not mean
she didn't choose me.
Point is, no need to rock the boat.
I mean, we all know how the Detective gets
when you push her.
Plus, she's on the rebound.
Those are excuses.
I think it's best if everyone involved just goes back to normal.
Easier said than done, Lucifer.
[sighs heavily]
Yes, you may be right.
Maybe I should do normal rather than just say it.
Help speed things along a little.
Another nugget, thank you, Doctor.
Yep, back to normal.
[upbeat music]
Is that really Forest Clay's wife?
Chloe, before you say anything,
I just really wanna apologize
for the event that should not be named.
-The what? -The bachelorette party from Hell.
I got caught up. Acted selfish.
Ella, it's fine.
And is that someone playing piano?
-I think so. -At a crime scene?
[piano playing]
You look familiar, have we met?
What?
Then you ask if I like to play cop
and I say, "No, I like to play in general, Detective."
Except, you were on the other side of the piano.
That's right, yes, that's what we said when we first met.
-What are you doing? -I'm reminding us both
of a life less complicated, you know,
before all that lieutenant-shaped nonsense.
So we can go back to normal.
For example, I'm sure you remember this little ditty.
[playing upbeat tune]
Come on, take the top line, Detective.
Don't be shy.
Lucifer.
For once, I agree with you, and I would love nothing more
than for things to go back to normal.
Oh.
As long as it means...
We can get back to work.
Yes, absolutely, a mystery waits to be solved.
Onwards, Detective.
Anyway, I just really wanna apologize for ruining your engagement, Chloe,
I made it about me when I should've been listening to your needs.
You know, what I need is to move on.
Agreed, there's no point dwelling in the past,
so let's all move on by moving even further back,
shall we?
I mean, they're not breast implants, but in a pinch.
Oh, oh... No, no, no.
-Whoa, whoa... Oh! -Oh!
No, no, no, please stop. Please stop that, thank you.
Why, they're not evidence, are they? 'Cause I wouldn't be
the care-free Rogue of Yore if they weren't.
Not evidence, just priceless historical artifacts.
Ooh.
Okay, this baby right here is from the World Series.
Everyone remembers Gibson's home run.
But Clay... [spits]
Pitched a shutout in Game 2 that was like boom!
Take that, bitches.
Hmm.
Wait, do you not know who Forest King Clay is?
No idea.
The Cy Young award.
World Series MVP, beloved American legend?
Is that lock broken?
Ella, you think this might be a home invasion?
Yeah, I know. I thought that too, but uni said
that it didn't look like anything was taken.
Was Devin home alone?
No, Forest was here too.
But medics took him to the hospital for a head injury.
Apparently, the killer knocked him unconscious.
Boom, take that, bitches.
Lucifer, what are you doing?
Right. You're smoking pot because you smoked evidence
that one time next to that suspect's car.
You remember. And the time at the teen rehab center.
Is it taking you back? It's taking me, well, somewhere.
Can you...
Guys.
I've got a casing.
Ah, well, that is perfect, Detective.
My shenanigans leading to a break in the case,
that is quintessential Deckerstar.
And the eye roll, now you're getting it.
We did it, Charlotte. We split up Pierce and Chloe.
Yay.
Sorry.
Truth is, I don't feel any different.
And if Hell is definitely based on your own guilt,
then I'm still screwed.
Look, we did a good thing, and it's important
to celebrate the tiny victories along the way.
Right.
But how will I know when it's enough, Amenadiel?
How will you know?
Well, we are very different, Charlotte, I'm an angel.
I'll know when my wings are back.
What about until then?
Aren't you just as mortal as I am?
Well, I suppose you're right.
If I were to die right now...
I'm not even sure that I would go to Heaven.
If that's the case, then there's definitely no hope for me.
That's where faith comes in, Charlotte.
Hope in the face of hopelessness.
But faith?
Angel or not, what I'm hearing is that you're pretty much
as clueless as I am.
Maybe we're not so different after all.
[man] Oh, my God. It's Forest Clay.
He's a baseball player.
Who's that?
Just some famous athlete whose wife was killed.
That's Forest Clay.
I wouldn't have you pegged as a sports fan.
No, from my nightmares.
My Hell loop.
If his wife is dead,
he did it.
He's the killer.
[dramatic music]
[theme music playing]
I was in the kitchen, eating leftovers.
I saw a reflection on the fridge and I thought it was
Devin.
But when I turned around, all I saw was a gun,
a mask, before I was hit in the head.
I woke up on the kitchen floor and I ran to Devin.
But she was...
There was so much blood, I...
I couldn't stop the bleeding.
-You don't have to do this right now. -No, I...
I want to.
Did you see anything that could help identify him?
No.
I don't understand who could do this to Devin.
[Charlotte] It was him, Forest killed her.
Why do you believe that?
Thirteen years ago, I was an associate at Wheeler Law.
I'd only been there for a few months
when my boss Ben Sr. shows up at my place
in the middle of the night, he handed me a duffle bag,
told me simply to incinerate it.
Said it was for an important client.
-Forest Clay. -Well, what was in the bag?
I don't know, he told me not to open it
or to ask any questions and honestly,
I didn't want to.
Here's the thing though, there was dried blood
on the outside of that bag.
I'm certain of it.
Yes, but it's quite a leap to thinking Forest killed someone then
or now, Charlotte.
After years of working at that firm, I know how they operate.
Deep down,
I know what I helped cover up
was murder.
I believe her.
Really? Why?
Well, which quintessential response would you like?
The obscure, enigmatic one or the blunt, nonsensical one?
How about the truth?
Well, when Charlotte had her mini-death, she went to Hell.
Forest haunted her Hell loop and now is haunting her nightmares,
which, sidebar, Dan is also a part of.
So things are heating up then...
Well, that sure is nonsense.
Don't worry, the Detective won't believe me.
See? It's classic us.
Look, I know it sounds far-fetched and what Lucifer just said
is flat-out insane.
Anyway, if Forest killed someone 13 years ago,
the odds that he killed again are not unrealistic.
Please, just look into it.
I will do what I always do
which is investigate everyone involved.
But until I get a new lead,
I will start with Forest.
Textbook, Detective. Very good.
[upbeat music]
Brother, what are you doing here?
Personally, I'm avoiding the boring forensic part of the case
like I normally do, but you don't day-drink.
Something Charlotte said made me think.
Maybe celestial beings and humans...
Luci, maybe they aren't that different.
What, are we talking in bed?
'Cause we all know my skills are preternatural,
but I suppose you, on the other hand...
Talking about the rules of Heaven and Hell, Luci.
It's all based on the human subconscious,
what they think they deserve.
What if that applies to us as well?
Right, that's enough for you, drunkie.
No, listen, when I first lost my wings,
I thought Dad was punishing me and then I thought that
you were somehow my test.
That in helping God's most wayward soul,
that I would somehow find redemption,
but, Luci, I've just been guessing. Dad never told me
any of those things.
And since when does Dad ever tell us anything?
That's exactly my point, brother.
What if he wants us to judge ourselves?
So my wings, your wings, your devil face...
Brother.
What if we're the ones who control all of it?
Brother.
That is absolutely absurd.
Dad holds the reins, end of story,
because if we do have control, why don't you just
pop your wings out right now, hmm?
Excuse me, we might need some room here. Go on.
-Be an angel. -Listen, I'm not sure,
[stuttering] I still haven't figured that part out.
I would stop trying if I were you, it's exhausting.
Well, actually, on second thoughts, ponder needlessly,
'cause it's what you normally do, isn't it?
No financial scandals, no personal accusations,
the only nefarious thing Forest ever did was steal a base.
This guy is as squeaky clean as they come.
Well, someone is a dirty little liar.
I was checking out Forest's medical report
and something didn't add up.
He said that the killer knocked him out with a gun, right?
-Yeah. -Well...
"Bam," or should I say, "No bam."
If a cut is caused by a blunt object,
there's a presence of tissue bridging within the wound.
Plus, there'd be pretty major bruising if it was caused
by something that knocked him unconscious.
But there was neither.
So what caused the wound?
That right there, my friend, is an incised cut
caused by something sharp. Bottom line,
Mr. Clay's nose is as long as a Dodger dive.
He lying.
Maybe Charlotte is on to something.
[dramatic music]
Careful, Mr. Clay.
Physical activity may not be wise after, you know,
being hit on the head.
Detective, hi.
-What's this about? -Well, Forensics looked through
your medical report.
You weren't hit with a gun.
Maybe I didn't see it right.
It happened so fast,
-maybe... -Then maybe I should just jump
to the old chestnut where you tell me what you desire?
[dramatic music]
I just don't want anyone to find out.
What, that you killed your wife?
No, no, no, that I wasn't even there.
Ah.
The night of Devin's murder,
I was with someone else.
Ooh, a mistress.
What was her name?
Mia Hytner, I bartend at the West Hills Country Club.
Okay, and is that how you met Forest?
Yes, he came in a lot, even though he hardly ever drinks.
Ugh...
-Anyways, before I knew it, we were... -Hitting a home run?
Digging into the dugout, slamming it out of the park?
[inhales]
So you confirm that you and Forest were having
an affair and that he was at your apartment the night
that Devin Clay was murdered?
-Yes. -And how did he hurt his head?
Things can get a little wild
in bed with us sometimes. That night, Forest fell
onto the night stand and he shattered the lamp.
That would explain the sharp cut that Ella described.
Yes, and furniture-breaking sex doesn't exactly favor
Forest's saintly image.
Yeah, that explains why he lied about it.
Try not to judge Forest too harshly.
He wasn't the first to cheat on his marriage.
He would never tell you this, but Devin had been having
an affair with her CEO for years.
Was she now?
-Thank you. -Thank you.
[dramatic music]
Only one way to sneak up on a demon.
Let her think she's sneaking up on you.
You see, I knew it was only a matter of time before you found
my new digs.
Killing me won't send you home.
-Keep talking. -The only way you can get to Hell,
is if Lucifer flies you down and the only way he'll do that
is if we destroy his life on Earth.
That's why framing Lucifer for your murder was the perfect plan
until you weaseled your way out of it.
Well, I have a new plan. Or rather, same plan, different victim.
Who's the new sacrificial lamb?
God's favorite son.
You want me to kill Amenadiel?
Not exactly. I want you to bring him to me.
Alive, but weakened, throw me a soft pitch.
I'll kill him.
You want your mark back.
Exactly.
There's no better way to piss off God than killing his favorite son.
I get what I want and then we frame Lucifer,
and you get what you want. It's a win-win.
Why do you need my help if you're the one
-that has to do the killing? -Well, Amenadiel's angelic powers
might be gone, but he still managed to kill me
nine times when we fought. And now that I'm mortal,
there's no do-overs.
I mean, come on, you're a demon, he's an angel.
This is what you do.
Unless your time on Earth changed you more than I thought,
and your not the merciless bad-ass you used to be.
Nothing's changed.
I'm in.
[upbeat music]
Devin was the heart and soul of King Clan,
I can't tell you how hard it's been.
Emphasis on the hard.
-Excuse me? -We have reason to believe
that you were having an affair with Devin Clay.
-That's crazy. -Look, I get it.
Being with a married woman, knowing she could never leave
her husband because of some stupid company, his giant face
staring down at you all day. I mean, it can be torture,
working side by side with somebody that you have feelings for?
Especially if you have to deny those feelings,
squash 'em.
You know, it can be unbearable.
Yeah, it sounds awful.
But that was not the situation with me and Devin.
We were just putting in a lot of hours at the office.
We have to hit the shelves before the knockoffs do.
Corporate espionage is a real thing.
I actually caught a spy casing this place
-just the other day. -Really?
Did you press charges?
Unfortunately, no. He ran off when security approached him.
Did it occur to you that he might be stalking Devin
and not your sneakers?
No, God, do you think--
I think I'm gonna need to see all of your security footage.
Yeah, right this way.
[upbeat music]
Dr. Canaan.
Pleasure, my office is right this way.
I really hope you understand just how grave the incident was.
You're in experienced hands.
Firm handles cases like this all the time.
Really?
Oh, yeah.
How many cases of misdiagnosed chlamydia are there?
You'd be surprised?
[Charlotte] I'm not going anywhere. Get out of my way.
Excuse me one moment. [Charlotte] Not until I talk to Wheeler.
-Ben! -Charlotte.
What's going on?
When I left this firm, you asked me why.
The truth is because I found out that
there are real consequences
to what your're doing here.
What we did here.
You tell yourself that you're defending the innocent.
Upholding some oath, but you're pretending.
All of you.
Everything you conceal,
every lie you tell,
it adds up.
You're just as guilty as the criminals that you represent.
Hell is real.
And trust me, all of you are going.
Well, you need help, Charlotte, and so do I.
Where the hell is security?
Thank God.
I don't think God's on your side, Ben.
It may be too late for us,
but at least I'm trying to fix things.
Maybe you can try, too.
My apologies for the interruption, Dr. Canaan.
Shall we continue?
I'm sorry, but I don't think this is the firm for me.
-Old password's still good? -Sure is.
Got him.
Four separate times, as a matter of fact.
But our facial recognition software is coming up with squat,
because of his hat and sunglasses.
Average height, average build, no visible scars or tattoos,
I mean, even his shoes are so boring.
No wonder he's stealing sneaker secrets.
I'll go back over the footage tonight, maybe we missed something.
You Dan Espinoza?
How dare you?
Hey, actually, that's for me.
Well, this is like old times, isn't it?
Let me guess, human head or bomb?
Wager anyone?
You're funny. No, this is for Charlotte.
Ta-da.
It's a waffle maker.
See, I make waffles
and her, uh, iron is really old.
I'm, like, the waffle king.
-Is it weird? -Very,
but I'm glad to see you back to your normal douchy ways, Daniel.
Well, it's between that and...
This.
It's pretty.
It's a waffle.
That's better right?
It's still weird, but, yes, women tend to prefer jewelry
over household appliances.
Not really sure Lucifer is the authority
on what women want.
This is amazing.
See this? These are nondisclosure agreements.
Forest Clay and...
Fourteen different women.
Spanning two decades, the last, Mia Hytner,
barely a week ago.
Question, how does this prove that Forest is the killer, though?
Well, 300, 400 grand a pop, I mean, no one spends that
kind of money unless they're trying to cover up something really bad.
Wait.
Joanne Foles.
June 22nd,
2005, that's right around the time I got rid of the duffle bag.
I remember.
"24-year-old found strangled in a motel."
No way the timing is coincidence.
Forest killed that woman and the proof of it
-was in that duffle bag. -Yeah, but not even one mention
-of Forest here. -Yeah, you're right.
I may know that Forest did it, but I still can't prove it,
because of what I did.
Hey, at least we have the victim's name now.
Maybe that's gonna lead us to some other proof.
Tiny victories, remember?
[knocking at door]
-Hey. -Dan.
-I can come back. -No, no, I should get going.
[whispers] Thank you.
Hi.
[Maze sobbing]
Maze.
What are you doing here? What's wrong?
Everything.
It's all ruined.
I have no one, Amenadiel.
I don't know how that happened.
[sighs]
Maze, I don't know what you've been going through.
But it is never too late to fix things.
You can always be forgiven, that is in your hands.
And...
Well, for what it's worth,
I will always be here for you.
Hello.
Hello, Lucifer.
Perfect, you're exactly where you need to be.
Who is up for a classic game night?
Well, actually, it's a school night for her,
and I was just about to go over the King Clay security footage, so...
Remember, all work and no play makes the Detective a shoe.
Lucifer, this is a little weird.
Well, if by weird, you mean you're transported
to a simpler, happier time,
then agreed.
No, no, I'm afraid that won't do, you landed on
the little question mark last time, so come on,
do over.
Mom's right, this is weird.
We can't play the exact same game as we did before, Lucifer.
-It's not fun. -Isn't it?
Sorry, but I should finish my book report.
Yes, and I should get back to work.
But don't you want to paint a unicorn on my cheek?
Hold on, wait.
-[plays music] -Okay, come here. Come here.
Lucifer. What are you doing?
Here we go.
Lucifer, stop.
You liked this before, didn't you?
Yes.
I did, it...
It meant a lot to me, actually, which is why I don't understand
why you're doing this.
Are you making fun of us?
No.
I'm trying to remind us how great we are together,
to help us get back to normal.
Right.
Well, you know, I thought I wanted that too, but...
maybe we can't.
Or at least, maybe I can't.
Because...
right now, normal, it just hurts.
Detective.
I think you should go.
Hey, I've got something.
-You do? -Yeah.
Okay, I cross-referenced the times the suspect went to King Clay
with Devin's schedule, two of the four days,
Devin wasn't even there.
But guess who was.
Forest Clay. All four times, the skulker was there.
Right on Forest's heels.
So, what if Forest was the intended target all along?
What if Devin just got chopped by mistake?
Wow.
That is a great theory.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working,
and you know, I drank a lot of caffeine.
-Like a lot. -Is it because of Pierce?
No, no.
I don't think any of this is really about Pierce.
I think if I'm honest with myself,
all of this is about Lucifer.
Lucifer is the reason that I said yes to Pierce
and...
he's also the reason that I said no.
Wow!
Again.
I'm just so sorry that I got wrapped up in the whole idea
of beautiful Pecker babies that I forgot to check in with you.
Like, really check in with you.
Ella, it's okay.
Tell me what I can do for you right now.
Uh, you can help me focus on work.
You got it.
So, if Forest
was the killer's actual target,
what's the motive?
I think I know.
That's AJ Agalore.
In 2005, he went to jail for the murder of Joanne Foles.
But AJ didn't do it, Forest did.
AJ's motive was revenge.
How did you figure all of this out?
This is a list of women that Forest paid off for the last 20 years,
and look, Joanne signed a $300,000 NDA
on June 22nd.
She was killed on June 25th.
The same night I got the bag.
Charlotte, this could all be a bunch of coincidences,
especially to a jury full of Forest Clay fans.
Yes, but a lot of coincidences is a pattern.
And here's the kicker.
AJ got out of prison, just three weeks ago.
Motive and opportunity.
It all fits.
All right, we gotta find this guy.
[upbeat music]
Where's Amenadiel?
I decided you were wrong.
Killing Amenadiel won't get your mark back.
God isn't a drive-through, you can't just order what you want.
No.
You chickened out.
Gone soft like I thought.
Know what? I'll do it myself.
[dramatic music]
Where do you think you're going?
How's that for soft?
We found this in your car, AJ.
It matches the casing that was found next to Devin Clay's body.
Now, I don't think you meant to kill Devin.
I don't.
I think that you were following Forest for weeks,
you broke into his house when you knew he'd be home alone,
only he wasn't, Devin surprised you,
you panicked and you shot her.
You've been in prison for 13 years for a crime you didn't commit.
It's understandable that you'd want revenge.
Yeah, and not for me.
For Joanie.
We were gonna get married.
-She broke it off. -For Forest?
-Yeah. -Only she didn't tell me
that was his name back then.
-She was too scared. -Scared?
He used to hurt her.
She said she was gonna leave him.
Then one night, she calls me crying, screaming.
The next thing I knew, I'm going down for murder.
When did you find out that it was Forest?
When I got out of jail, I went to go see Joanie's mom.
She told me that's who Joanie was dating when she died.
Did she or you have any proof?
Damn, more hearsay.
Charlotte.
Who's that?
He killed Devin Clay. Long story.
So, the Detective caught the bad guy.
Without me.
Yeah, he's not the real bad guy.
I know you're going to say there's still no proof.
No, I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for helping me solve this case and I might have an idea
on how to solve yours.
[dramatic music]
[yelling]
[grunting]
Okay, time out.
Time out, jeez.
I won't go after Amenadiel.
-You won't? -You're probably right,
it wouldn't work anyway.
[grunting]
[groans]
I had to kill you before, but now I just want to.
Okay, you can kill me, sure.
But Linda would die, too.
-You're full of it. -Maybe I knew
you weren't going to follow through, so I needed a fail-safe.
-Liar! -Call her.
Tell her to look out her window.
Now I'm...
Really gonna kill you.
[panting]
Hey.
Get me a beer, will you?
Hello, Forest.
Charlotte Richards, what are you doing here?
I just stopped by to tell you that I know about everything.
Everyone, actually.
Stephanie, Diane, Jaylyn,
about every woman that you abused
and then paid off, most recently, Mia, of course.
She told me how you actually got that cut on your head.
I told her how you were getting rough again.
How you started to strangle me.
I've tried to get you to stop, but you wouldn't.
So I pushed you,
and you hit your head against the lamp.
-How much do you want? -Money?
Well, a pattern of domestic abuse going back decades
is pretty bad.
But murder?
Let's see, carry the one.
Yeah, all of it.
Murder? What are you talking about?
Joanne Foles.
Ring a bell?
You can stop pretending, Forest.
Cat's out of the bag.
Or rather, the bloody duffle bag?
Yeah, you remember giving that to Ben Sr., right?
Well, see,
he gave it to his young and hungry first-year associate.
Me,
and here's the thing.
I kept it.
I thought it might come in handy, someday.
I'll get my checkbook.
Turns out I'm a pretty smart lady.
Not that smart.
Knock-knock, it's Lucifer, come to save the day.
[muffled arguing]
Now, get back and I mean it, I mean it!
Forest, let her go.
I didn't mean to kill Joanie.
It was an accident.
I'm sick, I need your help.
Thanks for your help.
I'm not gonna help you this time.
Hands up, let her go, Forest.
Was that enough of a confession, Detective?
Yes, we recorded everything.
[Chloe] It's over, Forest.
Let her go.
Turn around.
[melancholy music]
Wow.
It's a good place to celebrate.
Yes, it is.
I've been coming here ever since I've realized that
this may be the closest to Heaven that I'll ever get.
Me too.
You know, I've been telling myself that I've been doing God's work,
but if I'm honest...
I think I've been doing it all for myself.
To get my father to give me my wings back.
But you know something, Charlotte, I think, uh...
I think I'm the one who took my wings away.
Great.
We're both broken.
[both laugh]
Yeah.
Well, I guess angels really are just as flawed as humans.
Or at least, I am.
Hey, at least we have each other.
Tiny victories.
Right?
Tiny?
Uh, may I point out that you just stopped
a serial abuser, a murderer?
Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that
he hurt a lot of women.
No.
But because of you,
he will never hurt anyone ever again.
And I'm pretty sure that you didn't do that just for yourself.
Did you?
[soft music playing]
Maybe not.
[bushes rustling]
[twig snaps]
[gun fires]
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[groaning]
Well done, Detective.
And...
Point taken.
-What do you mean? -Well, you've put away
not one, but two bad guys today, all without my help.
So, it's become very clear that...
Well, you don't need me.
But that's okay, Detective, because with that realization,
came another.
If you don't need me, then...
we've been working together all this time because you want to,
because you choose to.
You did choose me.
You were right.
I've been trying to go back to the way things were,
you know, playing our greatest hits because... [inhales]
I've been avoiding dealing with things in the present like...
how I feel about you.
I was afraid.
Afraid...
That you'd want me because you've only seen
certain sides of me.
That if you saw all of me...
Knew...
all of me.
You would run away.
-Lucifer. -Detective, it's true.
No.
The other side of me, it's...
It's bad, it's monstrous,
even.
But you wanted the truth and you deserve the truth,
but right now, I can't show it you, so I'm just gonna have to tell you.
Detective.
Chloe.
I am The Devil.
No, you're not.
Not to me.
[soft music playing]
[cell phone ringing]
-Let me turn this off. -All right.
Oh, it's...
I'm so sorry, I have to take this call.
Of course...
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
What?
Detective, what's wrong?
[breathing raggedly]
Hey, just hold on, Charlotte.
-I'm gonna get help. -I already survived death once.
[gasping] I think twice is asking too much.
No, you're gonna be okay.
Why did you do that?
Why did you jump in front of me like that?
Wasn't for myself, it's redemption. [chuckles softly]
Will you... Will you please stay with me?
Yes.
Yes, I promise.
[melancholy music]
[sobbing]
[music intensifies]
Let's go home.
[music continues]
[theme music playing]