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Previously on Lucifer...

Ooh! How's your ex,
detective douche?

Is this the fight that
you want to pick?

You stuck your neck
out on palmetto.

- Look where that got you.
- Okay.

Chloe, you are stabbing hard

at something
that's just not there.

Chloe: There's got
to be an explanation

for what I saw, Dan...
There has to be!

Dan: Chloe, this could mean

a lot of things.

Chloe: It means a cop knew

this secret passageway
existed, Dan.

- What is it?
- A 999 key.

LAPD issued. I was right.

Amenadiel: It's my duty to
return the wings where they belong.

Doesn't part of you long

to assume your form?

Not exactly.

Maze: I want
what's best for Lucifer.

Amenadiel:
Then 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.

Hello there, neighbor.

I actually need someone
to confide in

about a patient.

And, hey, listen,

if you have any patients

you need to talk about...

Linda: You have no idea.

J'j'

j“ got your mother in a whirl j“

j“ she's not sure if
you're a boy or a girl j“

j“ hey, babe,
your hair's all right... j“

lovely. Thanks, girls.

J“ hey, babe,
let's go out tonight... j“

ooh!

J“ you like me,
and I like it all... j“

we'll have to try that later.

J“ we like dancing
and we look divine... j“

Brian! Cheers!

J“ you love bands
when they're playing hard j“

j“ you want more
and you want it fast j“

j“ they put you down... j“

maze! You haven't
wished me happy birthday.

The devil doesn't
have a birthday.

Well, I do now.

I burned my wings.

I feel reborn.

It's my re-birthday party.

Reborn? As who?

Whoever the hell I want to be.

It's exciting, isn't it?

J“ hot tramp, I love you so j“

ha-ha.

To new beginnings.

Happy birthday to me.

Oh, how sweet.

She brought a date.

J“ got your mother in a whirl j“

j“ 'cause she's not sure
if you're a boy or a girl j“

j“ hey, babe,
your hair's all right j“

j“ hey, babe, let's... j“

You said
"drinks with a few friends."

Well, you know,
things got out of hand.

Just the way I like it.

We brought you a birthday gift.

Is that the royal "we"?

Whiskey with
a pickle juice chaser.

It's our station's
birthday tradition.

Lovely! How can I refuse?

Can I refuse?

Dan: Of course you can.

And we'll always
think less of you.

Here's to another
trip around the sun.

Cheers.

J“ you put them on j“

j“ rebel rebel,
you've torn your dressj“

ah! Ooh!

It's not bad, is it?

Briny!

Let's find maze.

She needs to try this
bizarre concoction.

She loves a salty aftertaste.

No. We're just stopping by.

We have a department
thing to go to.

Some of us work for a living.

Well, that's your
bad luck, isn't it?

Come on, the party's
barely started.

Happy birthday, Lucifer.

J'j'

You sure you want to be here?

We can't be the only ones

missing Malcolm's
welcome back party.

If we want to find a dirty cop,

we got to look
like team players.

Man: Chloe Decker!

Here we go.

J“ call me up
on your little black phone j“

j“ look for a big surprise... j“

you and I need to talk.

Sure, Malcolm.

J“ every time you
come 'round... j“

you back with this guy?

Hmm?

How-how, how long was I out?

What, you get the sense
knocked out of you, Decker?

- We're just, we're just...
- You know, we have...

Just relax, guys.

I'm just... just
giving you a hard time.

- Oh. Wow.
- You finally got your sense of humor back, huh?

Yeah, he's healing fast.

Doc said he should be able

to get rid of this chair
in a couple days.

You tired of
pushing me around, paolucci?

Paolucci: Look at that, huh?

The partner who will not die.

Paolucci:
Guess heaven didn't want him

and hell couldn't keep him.

You got no idea.

J“ devil in your eyes. J“

sol, I may have been...

Out of line last time
I was here.

But I did send flowers.

And chocolates.

And now myself, so,
save the best gift till last.

Not enough? No?

You can invite a friend.

Why did you think I'd be mad?

Was it because of this?

I've found women, generally,

don't like a man punching
holes in things, yes.

Lucifer, our last session
was a breakthrough.

It was?

You're finally getting
in touch with your emotions.

Letting your barriers down.

You see, that's part
of the problem.

I'd like them back up,
thank you.

Why?

Well, because these emotions

are... bloody inconvenient,
that's why.

What's bothering you right now?

Well...

Right now I'm experiencing
a very odd feeling.

It's-it's like a...

It's like a fat man
sitting on my chest.

But not in a fun way.

And when is that happening?

Well, um...

When you're with Chloe?

Yes.

Well, actually, lately,
when she's been with Dan.

Her ex.

Well, sort of. Uh...

I don't know what
she sees in that oaf.

Lucfien"

you're jealous.

The devil doesn't get jealous.

I'm the one who inspires
passion in others.

I mean...

You know that.

Mm, don't I ever.

Thank you.

That's the appropriate response.

Hold on, maybe it's not me.

Maybe it's her.

You could fix the detective.

How would I do that?

Well, heal her douche
fixation, obviously.

Then she stays away from her ex.

Then I get my partner back.

That's not how therapy works.

We deal with your issues.

Not someone else's.

J'j'

Oh, dear! Someone's
session went poorly.

Mm. Thanks for gracing us
with your presence.

Yes, I had
a previous engagement.

Therapy twice in one day.
So L.A. of me.

Dr. Bernie Shaw.
Killed last night.

No forced entry.

Killer most likely knew the Vic.

The weapon was improvised.

Seems like a crime of passion.

Right. Yeah.

Have you ever seen a therapist?

You know, for your pent-up
anger and your trust issues.

And your attraction
to very dull men.

Let's just focus
on the case, shall we?

Well, I will,
once it's interesting.

Oh! Hello.

It's interesting...
"The cheater therapist."

Yeah, he encouraged couples to
cheat to save their marriages.

You can imagine how many
people want to kill him.

I can't, actually.
Sounds like a great idea.

You don't save a marriage
by sleeping with other people.

It can't hurt to try.

Pretty sure it can.

That's the wife Alexandra.

She was out of town
and just got back

to find her husband dead.

Poor woman.

Excuse me!

Your husband was
the cheater therapist.

Hey, I'm not sure who you are,

but this is not the time
for judgment.

What? No judgment here,
tissue lad.

I think her husband's
work was bang on!

I'm detective Decker.

This is my associate,
Mr. Morningstar.

Yeah, yeah.

Jonathan Medina.

Colleague of Dr. Shaw's.

Desire shouldn't be
contained... it's unnatural.

Your husband recognized that.

Bernie, he-he just
wanted to help people.

He dedicated his life to others.

Who would do this?

We'll find out, Mrs. Shaw.

Hmm?

Every one of her husband's
patients is a suspect.

Oh! Does that mean we get
to dive into patient files?

Read the deepest,
darkest secrets

of L.A.'s most unfaithful?

No, we can't look at them
without a psychologist

to protect patient
confidentiality.

Perfect!
I have just the psychologist!

Dr. Linda Martin, from our
first investigation together.

The one that wanted
to jump your bones?

- Yeah.
- No. Not happening.

No, I really think
she'd bring some

impressive insight
into the issues

that you're dealing with.

Uh, in the case.

I really don't.
Plus, it's out of our hands.

Court-appointed.
A judge needs to sign off.

J'j'

Wonderful! Now...

I see you brought
your gavel, like I asked.

Michelle: 0h!

Lucifer:
Oh, objection, your honor.

J'j'

j'oh! J'

j'j'

Ah! Now, now...

Oh, come on!

I won't tell if you won't.

I swore an oath... to a judge.

Oh, did you now?

You only get to read the files

I deem necessary
for investigation.

Now, remember our deal:

You have to fix the
detective's broken douche meter

whilst we investigate
this crime.

- Mm-hmm. I never agreed to that.
- Oh, come now.

Don't you want to help me?

Hmm? Linda?

Lucfien"

ah! Speak of the me.

Out here. Now.

What did you do?

Not what, but who,
if you must know.

But I try not to kiss and tell.

I told you I didn't want
to go with Dr. Martin.

We need someone
impartial, which means

not trying to get
in your pants. What...?

Are you even listening to me?

Not really. Look.

A new doctor's moved in.

Dr. Canaan.

How biblical.

Sure, let's add another
random doctor to the case.

Great idea.

Now, look, I assure you,
Dr. Martin is excellent.

She trained at Stanford,
she lectures at usc,

she's got stacks of awards...

Since when are you her fanboy?

Since I became a client.

You.

You're really in therapy?

Why is that so surprising?

You're the least
reflective person I know.

I have layers.

I'm like an onion.

An irresistible one.

Dr. Linda

said we recently made
a breakthrough, in fact.

Why do I think
that's code for sex?

In that particular context, no.

Do you still think
you're the devil?

I am the devil.

Then excuse me
if I doubt her skills.

Look, she's helped me,
all right?

And I think she can be
of help here.

- Uh-huh, I'm sure.
- Excuse me.

- Everything okay?
- Yes, Linda,

- everything's absolutely fine...
- No offense, Dr. Martin...

I found something.

- Hello.
- What is it?

A patient named Richard kester.

His wife convinced him
to try Dr. Shaw's therapy.

Hmm, let me guess...
Didn't end well?

She had an affair.

They got divorced.

And then Richard sent
Dr. Shaw a death threat.

It's been more than a year,
but that kind of anger

can bubble up
when you least expect it.

Add him to the list
of angry patients.

That's just it.

Richard's the only one so far.

Dr. Shaw's patients
seem remarkably happy with him.

Oh, do they now?

See, cheater therapy works.

Maybe you should've tried it
with detective douche.

Or was that
what broke you apart?

What is wrong with you lately?

I'll look into him.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Top work, Sherlock.

So I don't understand

all this jealousy talk.

I mean, why covet something
someone else has?

Why not just take it?

'Cause it's never that easy.

Well, it is for me.

Usually.

I, uh, I may have overstepped

earlier in regards
to detective douche.

Yeah.

You definitely may have.

So why did you two
separate anyway?

The job was more important
to him than me and Trixie.

But lately something's changed.

He... he makes time for me.

He makes time for us.

He's really putting
in an effort.

Yes, if ever anyone deserved

a participation trophy,
it's Dan.

Decken

Linda: Uh, hello, detective.

It's about Richard.

I wanted to warn you.

He may be unstable.

Possibly dangerous.

I'll handle it, but thanks.

I don't mean to you.

I mean to himself.

Yeah, you may be right.

Lucifer?

Oh, my god.

There's another one.

Lucifer: Hey, detective!

You need your roots done!

Man: What is he doing?

I've made up my mind.

You can't stop me.

What? Oh, no.
I'm not here to stop you.

If you want to jump, go for it.

Is this some kind
of reverse psychology?

No, quite serious.

Go for it.

Okay, here goes.

I do have one question
before you pop off.

You see, I'm trying
to understand jealousy.

It's a new concept to me.

And you, dear Ricky, are the
perfect person to explain it.

- What are you talking about...?
- Manners, Ricky.

Manners!

We're not done talking yet!

Okay, I'll talk!!

Pull me back up, please!

Are you sure? Yeah?
'Cause I could just...

Pull me back up!

Pull me up, please!

Oh, god.

I'd save your breath
if I were you.

When it comes to this sort
of thing, he's quite judgy.

Right, back to the matter
in hand.

Now, you were so jealous
that you murdered Dr. Shaw.

Can you help me understand why?

How could you say that?

I was about to jump,
because he's dead.

Don't fib, rickster.

I know about your death threats.

I was in a bad place.

Kara had just dumped me.

I made my threats.

Then I went to his office...

And killed him.

And he talked me down.

And afterwards,
he kept seeing me,

even though he knew
I couldn't afford to pay him.

I mean, he'd got me
through my divorce, bankruptcy,

the death of my parrot.

Oh, I've just realized

you're not jealous, are you?

You're just sad.

Pathetic, really.

Well, if you can't
tell me what I need to know,

what good are you?

Aren't you supposed to tell me
that I have a lot to live for?

Well, I wish I could, Ricky,

but your life sounds
incredibly bleak.

Ironically, it seems there's
nowhere to go but up.

You know what? You're right.

Hmm?

Maybe the worst is behind me.

Hmm.

I think I'm ready to go in now.

Well, I wasn't asking, but, uh,

all right, go on,
quick as you can.

Come on, chop, chop.

Chloe:
I can't believe you, Lucifer.

Lucifer:
What? You should be thanking me.

All right, Richard, we confirmed
your alibi with your neighbor.

You're free to go.

How did this happen?

- Poor Sandy.
- Who's Sandy?

Dr. Shaw's wife, Alexandra.

Her friends all call her Sandy.

Okay, and you're friends
with your therapist's wife?

Yes, how open was
his relationship therapy, hmm?

No, it's nothing like that.

That's just how the shaws are.

They go above and beyond.

I just ran into her
two days ago.

Sandy was planning a surprise

for Dr. Shaw and everything.

You ran into her two days ago...
Are you sure about that?

Yeah.

Alexandra told us
she was in Phoenix.

We checked her alibi.

She had plane tickets
to prove it.

What was the surprise?

I don't know.

She just asked me not to tell
Dr. Shaw she was in town.

Uh-huh.

You can't think she did this?

J'j'

J“are we j“

j“ too deep... j“

we're closed.

You must be maze.

J“ look what you've done... j“

you're just
as Lucifer described.

So, you're the doctor.

Oh, call me Linda.

Pleasure to meet you.

J“ this thing has gone
too far... j“

I've seen that look
in women before.

Won't end well.

What won't?

Sleeping with my boss.

You'll end up
like all the others.

Trash left by the side
of the road.

Interesting.

What?

Well, I find people who are rude

usually feel powerless
in their own lives.

Terrified of not
being in control.

But that's not you, I'm sure.

I like you.

J“ I am a fool... j“

Lucifer: Doctor?

What a surprise.

What are you doing here?

I thought you asked me
to meet you here.

That-that was me. I felt like

it would be good
to get your input on the case.

Chloe: That's a good idea,
actually, especially

since our last suspect
almost ended up sidewalk art.

Turns out Mrs. Shaw
flew to Phoenix

but rented a car and drove
back a couple days early.

Lucifer: So, dear,
sweet Sandy was here

just in time for the murder.

Wait, Alexandra Shaw
goes by "Sandy"?

The doctor had a female patient
who was stalked

by someone
with the initials s.S.

He used initials in his notes?

I found it odd as well.

Why conceal someone's identity
in private notes?

But I thought
it wasn't related, so I...

Unless s.S.
Stands for Sandy Shaw.

If she was stalking

one of her husband's
female patients...

Then maybe Dr. Shaw

was engaged in his own

open-relationship therapy.

Chloe: Sandy found out.

So maybe she wasn't

okay with it as she claimed.

Excuse me.

Decken

yeah, this is 831.

Oh, yeah, tell him
I'll be there as soon as I can.

Okay, thank you.

That was dispatch.

Dan's phone died,

and he wants me to meet him
at my place.

Apparently it's urgent.

Oh, how convenient.

What's next... he spills
something on his shirt

and he has to take it off?

Oh, no, the trousers, too.

- What?
- What, so that's it?

You just go running
as soon as Dan calls?

What about the case?

This could relate
to another case I'm working on.

There's units
looking for Sandy now.

And once they find her,
they'll call me.

Bye.

Bye.

Unbelievable.

You see what I'm dealing
with now, don't you?

I think I do, actually.

It's worse than I realized.

Thank you.

Hey, Dan.

What did you find out?

Surprise.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!
I just wanted to talk.

You act all chummy in public,

then you break into my home,

trick me into meeting you
in private?

Excuse me if I'm not trusting.

Hey, I'm not armed.

All right? Hey.

Huh? It's nothing like that.

All right.

Then talk.

I had to meet you where
no one else could hear.

Hear what... my screams?

Decker, we're on the same side.

And I know you're still
looking into palmetto.

Well, guess what? So am I.

I put that to bed
a long time ago.

That the best you got?

God, you're a decent cop,
but you are a terrible liar.

Come on!

Palmetto stinks.

I should know. I was there.

Mm-hmm.

Go ahead, say it.

I look dirty.

I saw you meet
with Nikolas aoudi.

You were laughing.

I saw you hand him cash.

I've used him as a ci before.

I was buying information.

Then we both got shot.

And I think it was
a cop who shot me.

But you knew that already,
didn't you?

Why do you think it was a cop?

That's what I was
paying aoudi for.

Intel on someone crooked
at our station.

But I think he or she
got to me first.

That's...

That's a great story.

I love the ending.

It-it ties up
all the loose ends.

Not really.

I can't explain

how the crooked cop
knew I was there.

How'd you find me?

I followed the smell.

You followed the...

You know what?

Screw this.

I only called you
to try and help.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Listen, Decker,
they pulled the plug on me.

Malcolm...

I was dead.

I-I know.

Made me appreciate
the time I've got here.

So, personally, I don't think

I'm gonna dig
any deeper on this one.

And I wouldn't
if I were you either.

Not sure if that's a warning
or a threat.

I'm not the enemy, Chloe.

But whoever
we were investigating,

they're still out there.

And they clearly don't have
a problem shooting cops.

Decken

Chloe: Unis found Sandy Shaw

in her car in a
parking structure.

Oh, well, I hope our case

didn't ruin
your kissy-time with Dan.

What is with your recent
obsession with my love life?

Obsession?

That's awfully defensive.

Probably indicates
deeper issues, wouldn't you say?

Linda: I agree.

Why are you
so defensive, Lucifer?

Good question.

Et tu, doctor?

Lucifer, you asked me to
analyze the situation.

No, I asked you to help figure
out what's wrong with her.

Did you now?

But...

Linda: Nothing's wrong with her.

She's a woman
balancing a lot on her plate,

and, as far as I can tell,
doing a fantastic job.

Why, thank you.

You're right, Lucifer,
she's amazing.

No, she's verbal ebola.

Where's the button
to put the glass up?

This isn't a limo, Lucifer.

And, Dr. Linda,

you should really
join us more often.

Getting double-teamed is
usually much more fun than this.

Mm.

Gross.

So you lied to us.

You were in town
the day your husband died.

Yes. But it's not
what you think.

Okay, then help me understand.

Sandy, I'm on your side.

Not everything
stems from jealousy,

- no matter what these women tell you.
- Hey, Lucifer...

You came here driven by
some kind of desire, didn't you?

No.

Come on.

You can tell me. What was it?

It's disgusting.

Ooh, you naughty girl.

Come on,
now you have to tell me.

It's... in my car.

What is, Sandy?

Poop.

Oh.

Bags and bags of it.

Oh, my god.

I'm not sure whether to be
horrified or impressed.

My friend owns a horse.

That's oddly comforting to know.

What were you gonna do with it?

I was going to throw it
at Tiffany.

That's the patient

- you were accused of...
- Stalking.

Yeah.

She's in a group therapy session
right now

for my husband's clients.

Group cheater therapy.

Oh, the imagination runs wild.

So Tiffany was
sleeping with your husband.

She was.

How'd you find out?

My husband's colleague,
Dr. Medina, called me.

Okay, so he told you
that your husband was cheating?

No, he had no idea.

He just called to see

if Bernie wanted to grab
a last-minute drink.

But Bernie was supposed to
already be with Dr. Medina.

That's when I knew
my husband lied to me.

But he was
the cheater therapist.

I don't quite see
the problem here.

I mean, you said yourself...

The problem is
he fell in love with her.

I lied to him about my trip,

then I drove back from Phoenix
to see what he was doing.

I was...

Don't say it.

Jealous.

Yes, yes, we all get it!

Jealousy makes the world go...

I mean, what are
you, a girl band?

I loved him.

Oh...

I didn't kill him.

I just wanted him back.

Oh, great.

The douche-mobile.
Give me a second.

Hey, I got your text. You okay?

Did Malcolm hurt you?

No. I told you, it's-it's fine.

Everything's fine.

I'm gonna punch that son of
a bitch right back into a coma.

Oh, come on.

No. No.

Anything back on the 999 key?

I'm sorry, Chloe.

They couldn't get
any prints off of it.

Thanks.

Dr. Linda: So that's Dan, huh?

Yes.

Numbingly average, isn't he?

I wouldn't say that.

What... you're supposed to be
on my side, you know.

No. I'm supposed to help you
process your emotions

so you can deal with them
constructively.

Yes, by being on my side
and realizing that I'm right.

Lucfien"

is over this conversation.

I'm gonna go and talk

to some people who are a little
more open-minded, doctor.

Hi. I'm Dr. Medina.
Thank you for coming.

All right, looks like
we have everyone,

so let's start.

Yes! That's a great idea.

There's so very much to discuss.

So let's start with the most
important thing, shall we?

Me.

Thanks.

And once again,

Lucifer disappears.

I think the case may have hit
a little too close to home.

Maybe things got
a little too boring

for Mr. Short attention span.

I don't know.

He's grown quite a bit
since working with you.

I'm not sure I'm the reason.

I think
you've really helped him.

I underestimated you before.
I'm sorry.

Not needed. But thank you.

And I thought...

I thought you were
sleeping with him.

Oh, I am.

Oh. Oh.

Is, um... is that...?

Ethical?

- Mm-hmm.

No, it is not.

But there's something about him.

I can't stop myself.

But I think it's time I did.

- Okay.
- I mean, even I'm starting to feel...

So do you think she did it?

Chloe: Sandy claims she was
sitting outside Tiffany's house,

waiting for Dr. Shaw to show up.

Problem is, no one can
corroborate her alibi.

But, no,
I don't think it was her.

So there's no one in Dr. Shaw's
files that looked like

a potential suspect?

Not that I can tell,
but maybe I missed something.

What?

The cheater therapist turned
out to be terrible at cheating.

Why didn't he tell Dr. Medina he
was using him as a cover story?

Maybe he did.

Maybe he confided in Dr. Medina.

But Mrs. Shaw said
that Dr. Medina

had no idea about the affair.

Yeah, so he conveniently
told her

everything she needed to know
to figure it out.

We need to talk to Dr. Medina.

Lucifer:
Which brings us to today,

where we find Mrs. Shaw

with a bag of excrement
in her boot.

Sorry, trunk.

And somehow, out of all that,

they've decided
that I'm jealous.

So... what do you think?

Huh?

Yes.

So, wait, you're the devil?

Yes, yes.

Please keep up. Anyone. You.

When you say you, uh,
burned your wings,

was that a metaphor...?

Not focusing
on the right details!

Uh, yeah.

She was gonna throw poop at me?

God, this isn't
about you, Tiffany.

All right?

Huh, no wonder
you're all in therapy.

All right, this is supposed
to be a grief therapy session

for the patients of Dr. Shaw.

And everyone here has
a terrible loss to deal with.

What, and I don't?

I've lost both my therapist
and my partner.

I'm 5...

Th-they died?

No. No, they turned on me.

Some would argue that's worse.

All right, you need to leave.

No, I'm close to something.
I can feel it.

This is not about you!

Gah.

You're right.

Yes.

I should use one of you
as a case study.

Thank you for volunteering.

So what...

What makes you jealous? Hmm?

What do you desire
that you can't have?

Come on.

Yeah?

I want Sandy.

What?

Oh.

I remember you now.

Tissue lad!

Wanted some open relationship
therapy of your own, is that it?

That's not what it is like.

But she didn't want you,
did she?

Sandy loved her husband,

so you killed him, didn't you?

Shut up!

Solved it, haven't I?

Eh?! Haven't I?

So that's a yes.

Man: He's got a knife!

Do you realize what you've done?

I had to kill him, all right?

He lied to her.
He cheated on her.

And I tried to tip her off,
but no matter what he did,

she still loved him.

No, no, not that.

This. Right here.

You've just given me the perfect
example of unbridled jealousy.

I'm not jealous. I'm not.

The woman that you loved
was with someone else,

someone you thought
wasn't worthy of her.

But no matter what you did...

She never saw you
the way you wanted her to.

That's...

That's pretty accurate.

Yeah.

You've just made me
realize something.

That my situation
and yours are...

Absolutely nothing alike.

I was right! Not jealous!

Chloe: Drop your weapon!

- Ow!
- Ooh.

Did you seriously

just bite me?

He's the killer.

Yeah, you think?

So you were right about Linda.

She helped me figure
out the motive.

And then I realized Jonathan
and Dr. Shaw's offices

shared the same security system.

So I checked and...

You're not listening
to me, are you?

Afraid not.

You didn't see any similarity

between yourself and Jonathan?

So you heard some of that,
did you?

Tail end.

I don't know.

Did you?

Mm-mm. No.

Completely different.

That's what I thought.

So... how's your secret case
with Dan going?

Secretly terrible.

Do you remember Malcolm?

Coma boy?

He woke up.

He claims he's innocent.

Something he said bothers me.

Whoever shot him
knew about palmetto,

but he says that no one
should have known he was there.

Well, you found him there.

Yeah, I...
He pointed that out, too.

So, whoever followed him
could have done what I did.

So how did you track him?

Partners on the force
share GPS locators in their gear

so that they can find each other
in emergencies.

You hacked
his partner's locator.

Which means...

Malcolm's partner knew
he was there, too.

Tony paolucci knew.

J'j'

That's paolucci's car,
just like his GPS said.

But the bar's closed.

Maybe he decided
to keep the party going.

You have to stop doing that.

It was unlocked.

J'j'

Paolucci, you in here?

J'j'

At least you can see
what he was thinking.

Dan.

I found a suicide note.

In his handwriting?

Sure looks like it.

Apparently, he was on the take.

Malcolm was onto him,
so paolucci shot him.

When Malcolm woke up,

paolucci couldn't take
the guilt anymore.

You okay?

Paolucci was an ass,

but this... I can't
imagine this.

I know.

I know.

Uh, come in.

Hello, doctor.

Thank you for coming.

Uh, I know we're not due
for a session for a few days.

No, my bad.

I realize I'm not up to date
on my payments, so...

Uh...

Don't.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.

I realized a few things.

As I said,

we made a breakthrough.

And I think, with that in mind,

we should keep our relationship
professional from now on.

Oh.

Are you sure?

Very much so.

Very well.

If, uh...
If you think it's best.

I do.

Right.

Well, I'll, um... see you
at my next session, then.

- One last thing before I go.
- Yes?

Dr. Canaan down the hall...
What's he like?

Uh, thoughtful.

Spiritual. Why?

Little sanctimonious?

I don't know. I suppose.

Six-foot-two, black,
voice like an angel?

Oh, you know him.

All too well.

Trixie's finally down.

She conned you
into reading the book

about the sneezing panda,
didn't she?

Five times.

Hey. Um...

Thank you.

For what?

You know,
for having my back and...

For everything.

You're welcome.

For everything.

You should go.

Yeah, I should.

I'm sorry.

No. Don't be sorry.

All right.

Okay.

Bye.

Malcolm: Evening, Dan.

I got your text.

What do you want?

Just wanted to congratulate you
on closing palmetto.

You and that smart,
sexy lady of yours

caught the guy who shot me.

That's what
the confession said, right?

How long did it
take you to write it?

Forever.
I mean, I'm so not a word guy.

You know?

What? You should be thanking me.

Why is that?

Well, I could have told
everyone the truth...

That you shot me.

Why didn't you?

'Cause I like you.

And I can't imagine what
would happen to your life

if people found out the truth.

Your colleagues, your ex...

- I swear to god, I will...
- What? Shoot me?

Ah, been there, done that.

Big fail.

Besides, you wouldn't
want anything

to mess
with your pretty little family

now that you're working
to fix things, right?

Whatever you want to do to me,

- you keep them out of it.
- Dan.

Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt anyone.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

You... you and I...

We're gonna be best friends.

Yeah.

Because I got big plans for you.

Big plans.

Fun, right?

We're having fun now.

J“ I've been hell-bent, baby j“

j“ hell-bent on loving you
all daylong j“

j“ hell-bent on drugs
'cause they turn you on j“

j“ don't know
what else to do... j“

I just learned
the strangest thing.

Spoiler alert:
Amenadiel found Dr. Linda.

He was an angel on her shoulder,
trying to control me.

I wonder how my dear,
angelic brother

got such a wickedly clever idea.

I did it to protect you.

I told you,

whatever the danger,
I'll be there to stop it.

Whether you see it
coming or not.

You betrayed me, maze.

And not for my own good.

You did it for yourself.

Who is this human world
really rubbing off on, eh?

Me or you?

- Lucifer, I...
- Ah.

Don't want to hear it.

'Cause you and me, we're done.

J“ all I need is, all I need is,
all I need is you. J“