All language subtitles for Lucifer .S02E03

Previously on Lucifer...

Someone's escaped from Hell.

Who escaped Hell?

Mom.

If she's not coming to kill me,

then I don't know
what she's doing.

Aren't you glad
to see me?

I apologize for
my human form.

Chloe, I'm sorry.

You don't get to be sorry.

I've been demoted.

I'm reassigned
to assist on cases.

I need to figure out
where I fit in in this world.

I need some space.

Things have been
very trying for me.

Lucifer made a deal with

your ex to take
you back to Hell.

And he doesn't break deals.

I want what your father
took from me.

All right, you can stay,

just until I figure out
what I need to do.

(♪ "Wicked One"
by Labrys, playing ♪ )

♪ I-I... can get
used to this... ♪

I want to say I'm sorry...

for all my sins.

For anything I have ever done
that hurt people.

I was stupid.

And I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

All I want now is forgiveness.

I just want to take it all back.

Please.

No! Just let me take it back!

No, no, no, no! No...!

There's no need
for squeals.

We'll stop this torture
any time you like.

Just say the word.

Don't you dare stop.

What happens if he stops?

Well, Lucifer,
don't be shy.

Introduce me
to your friend.

Lucifer,
you brought a surprise.

I most certainly did not bring
any surprises.

Oh, she's beautiful.

That's my mum

you're talking about.

This just got too weird.

Listen, Mum,
I know I chose

not to return you to Hell,
yet...

Which I appreciate.

But that doesn't mean

you can just waltz in here
and accost my guests.

I apologize.

It's just that all
these human rules

and customs are
so confusing.

Remember, I'm still getting
used to this earthly skin sack.

Yes, yes, you used
to be a goddess.

I know, but things
are different now.

And I will figure it out.

Now that we're
together again,

I just want to be
part of your lives.

Not this part!

Out of bounds.

Wait. What do you
mean by "lives"?

I want to see Amenadiel.

What?

It's time.

I am not
going to live

in fear of my own son.

We may have had
our differences...

He literally
carried you to Hell.

But I created him.

Certainly that has to
count for something.

It doesn't. Bummer, right?

One look at you,
and he'll take you

right back where you came from.

I'm surprised he hasn't
come sniffing around already.

Well, what am I supposed to do,
just sit here and hide?

See a movie, go to a museum.

Catch up on what's happened over
the past few thousand years.

You'd be surprised.

Yes. I suppose
a lot has changed.

I mean, who would've predicted
you would've

taken on this human job?

I'm a punisher, Mother.
It's what I've always done.

The only thing that changed
was the locale.

(♪ "If You Wanna Leave" by Thorbjørn Risager
& The Black Tornado, playing ♪ )

I know what you're thinking,

but I was assisting on a
stakeout that went long,

and I'm really sorry,
but I promise you,

I will make it
up to you, okay?

How?

Double fudge, your favorite.

You're lucky I like you.

Hey.

Hey.

Thank you for letting me
do the pickup here at work.

I've just been running around
a lot since the demotion.

You know, helping out

on everyone else's cases.

Yeah. It's fine, it's fine.

Are we still going
on our family camping trip?

Oh, uh...

We're still ler... working
out the logistics of that.

Of the trip.

Look, I know that
you're still mad at me.

I deserve it.

But this stuff between us is
starting to affect Trixie.

So I think that we
need to talk later.

Yeah, yeah. We should.

You're right.

Uh, Decker.

Okay, yeah.
Two seconds.

I was stupid.

And I'm sorry.

Victim's name was
Nicholas Sands, 35.

Worked as an exec at the
Internet startup called Wobble.

Wobble?

Please tell me that's
a pornography site.

Oh, no, no. Wobble's like
a next gen Facebook, you know?

People post updates,
photos, links.

Mine's mostly slo-mo videos
of me doing cannonballs

onto inflatable pool toys.

You should check it out.

I'll pass, but thank you.

Nick's confession was posted
to his Wobble account

six hours ago,
right around the time of death.

Which means whoever did this
wanted us to find that video.

So we could see how weepy
this chap was before he died.

Now, that is cruel.

Ella, do we know
how the fire started?

Any chemicals
we can trace?

So far, all we've got
is paraffin oil.

Which is highly flammable,
but also, like, everywhere.

Even in crayons, so
color at your own risk.

Doesn't help us
narrow the suspects.

Yeah, but this might.

Okay, so based
on the burn pattern,

which is pretty gnarly
in this case,

it looks like the highest
concentration of accelerant

was placed, well...

here.

Goodness gracious,

great balls of fire.

Lucifer.

I mean, I've heard
of hot pants,

but this really
brings new meaning

to the term "fire
crotch," doesn't it?

Lucifer.

Wait. I have more.

Smokey Bobinson.

Weekend at Burnie's.

His burning bush?

Oh. Very good.

That was actually me,
by the way,

so don't tell anyone.

Hey, guys?

Dead body.

Can you please
take this seriously?

I assure you, Detective,
I'm taking this very seriously.

Look at this.

Our killer was clearly
punishing his victim.

And?

And punishing is my job.

So if there's
someone out there

stealing my jam,
I need to find out who.

It's game bloody on.

♪ Lucifer 2x03 ♪
Sin-Eater
Original Air Date on October 10, 2016

♪ Oh! ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Do not touch
the charred crotch.

Is a sentence I never
thought I'd say out loud.

It's vicious work.

I mean, I reserve
this kind of treatment

for the truly terrible
in Hell.

Pedophiles, Nazis.

People who put their
seats back on a plane.

Uh-huh. Seeing as the nature
of the crime is so specific,

we need to figure out
who had a personal grudge

against the victim.
Hmm.

Uh, by the way, you've
skipped a spot, there.

Oh.

Yeah, it's not like you

to miss a step in the
clothing department.

Yes, well, I had to rush out
this morning.

I've got an unexpected
houseguest I can't get rid of.

Oh, right. New lady friend
that you can't shake.

A rather old one,
actually.

Yeah, I know how...
complicated exes can be.

What? She's not an ex.

You should
see this, Detective.

Thanks.

What is it?

E-mails from Nick's
supervisor at Wobble.

A woman by the name
of Leila Simms.

Let me guess,
something riveting

about the latest
quarterly report?

"How could you?

"I should have
known better.

You won't get
away with this."

"I'll burn you
starting with your man parts"?

No.

Still, that's a pretty
good lead.

Yep.

Do not... touch...

the charred crotch.

And Nick was so...
sweet and charming.

How could someone do
such a thing?

So, Leila, you were
his supervisor.

How well did you
know him?

We dated briefly,
a while ago.

Oh.

Would you say
things sort of flamed out,

or did they end in more of

a blaze of glory?

Lucifer.
You're right, far too subtle.

Why did you torture
the poor young man to death?

Torture him?

Oh, God.

You think I had
something to do with this?

Well, we know about
the angry e-mails.

I was pissed off.

He shared pictures
of us together.

Mm, mid-coitus?

If so, we'll have to
confiscate those immediately.

No.

Just of us

at-at dinner.

But I'm his boss,

and inter-office romance
is frowned upon here.

Well, it hardly
seems worthy

of lighting a man's
Johnson on fire.

Wait.

Is that how he died?

There's something
you should see.

Ray, can you come in here,
please?

Ray, I'm gonna need you
to pull up the video

of Tommy at the
company retreat.

The video of Tommy?

Ray's head of our H.R.

Being protective is
part of his job.

Do it, Ray.

Nick was a charmer,
but he had a tendency

to be a little harsh
with interns.

Aka, he could be a real dick.

As you'll see.

Aah! Aah!

My balls! Get it off!

Come on,
that is quite funny.

Nick posted the video
shortly after the retreat,

and even though
it was quickly taken down,

everyone saw it.

Tommy was a
laughingstock.

He quit pretty soon after.

Certainly looks like motive.

Huh.

What can you tell me
about Nick Sand's death?

Just that the bastard
finally got what he deserved.

Okay. And why did
he deserve it?

As soon as I took
the job at Wobble,

Nick made it
his personal mission

to make my life hell.

Sabotaging my work,
terrorizing me,

making me the butt
of all of his jokes.

Or the balls, in this case?

That stupid video was

my breaking point.

Everyone saw it.
Everyone laughed at me!

No one's laughing now, Tommy.

So after everything
that happened, what,

you-you wanted to
make him feel your pain?

He deserved
what happened to him.

Yeah, but you're not
answering the question.

Did you kill Nick?

I understand
punishment all too well, Tommy,

and Nick deserved
to be punished.

He did, didn't he?

Mm. He took your
dignity, and so you had to

take your revenge.

There was no other way to get
your proverbial balls back.

So tell me...

...did you desire...

I killed him.

Oh.

Well, that took

all the fun out of it.

That did not go how I expected.

Oh, come now, Detective.
He obviously wanted people

to know that he got
his revenge.

Now our would-be punisher's
brought to justice,

and the field is mine again...

What on earth is she doing here?

Charlotte Richards.

The defense attorney
we saved, remember?

She must be back here
defending some scumbag.

But why are they
all being so... chummy?

Well, she used to be
a cop, and, oh, yeah,

'cause she's a knockout.

Personally, I'm surprised
that you haven't tried...

Pardon me, pardon me.
Excuse us.

Charlotte, hello. Do you mind
if we have a quick word?

What are you
doing here, Mother?

I thought we agreed
you'd do something constructive

with your time, like
mall walking or a studio tour,

perhaps, but...

How did you even find
your way here?

Well, it wasn't difficult.

I simply smiled at a male human
and asked him to take me.

Need I remind you that Charlotte
Richards has a husband out there

who's wondering
where she popped off to.

And you have a son who wants
to take you back to Hell.

So drawing attention
to yourself in a police station

in this little... getup,
not a good idea.

But I had to see
it for myself.

My boy, working,
toiling,

amidst humanity's muck.

Well, I hope it's everything
you imagined and more.

Now go see Cabaret. I'm sure
you'll find it riveting.

I just don't understand.

Of all the things that
you could do with your talents,

law enforcement?

Have you considered I might
enjoy exploring humanity?

They eat, darling.

All they do is eat.

And then afterwards,
the food comes out changed

and not for the better.

Detective.

I didn't realize

you and Charlotte knew
each other so well.

Oh, we do and we don't.
It's a long story, really.

Right, shall we
go somewhere

to, uh, celebrate
solving the case?

No. Not yet.

Tommy was humiliated.

Makes sense
why he'd want to kill Nick.

But something
just doesn't sit right.

Detective, you, of all people,
should know how good it feels

to punish someone
who's wronged you.

How so?

Oh, come now.

You may not be roasting
Dan's chestnuts... yet...

but a shoulder shrug here,
a dismissive look there

could be just as effective.

Okay, fine.

Maybe I've been a little hard on
Dan lately, but he deserves it.

And I'm sure
you found it very satisfying.

But have you considered

for just one moment

how your fighting affects
those caught in the middle?

You mean Trixie?

What? No, I mean me.

Think how terribly
bored I am by it all.

Ah, look, there he is.
Now's your chance

to stop with your "will they,
won't they" nonsense.

It's not that simple.

I'm avoiding
a difficult conversation.

Well, I...

Hi.

There's something
you got to see.

Another apology video dropped
along with another body.

I know it was wrong!

I shouldn't have posted
that video!

She didn't deserve
to be humiliated like that.

I'm sorry.

Two murders.

Same M.O.

But Tommy was already in custody
when this guy was killed.

There's no way
he did this.

Tommy wanted
his dignity back.

Whoever did this

clearly had a much grander
objective in mind.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it looks like we're
tracking a serial killer.

Victim's Adam Wiser, 29,

worked as an assistant
at a local bank.

Time of death was two hours ago,
but apparently he's been missing

for almost two days.

Ooh, that's a long time
on a sex rack.

Not a record,
but quite impressive.

Ella, we know
the cause of death?

Well, he's got broken ribs,
a ruptured spleen

and possible cranial bleeding,
which would all totally suck.

And yet, this dude asphyxiated.

He was choked
with an apple?

No.

More like an orchard.

We're gonna have to cut
him open to get the rest.

That's messed up.

Certainly brings new meaning
to the term "deep throat."

Why not just
kill the guy?

Why all the pomp
and circumstance?

Well, our punisher's
clearly sending a message.

Perhaps if we find the
video that Apple Boy

is apologizing for,
we'll know what that message is.

Hold this.

What are you doing?

The original video was filmed
on Nick's phone, right?

What if Adam's doing
the same thing?

Be careful, Detective.

Might be a booby trap.

The video's already cued up.

Look at this.

Notice anything familiar?

The ball gag's
amaranth.

Just like the apple.

What, so our killer's paying
homage to a bloody sex tape?

He's recreating the crimes
he's punishing for.

First lighting Nick's
groin on fire, now this.

He's upping his game.

Yeah, but what's
with the outfit?

I mean, other than giving me
super creepy flashbacks

to Catholic school,
it doesn't add up.

And the woman is not
wearing one in the video.

She certainly looks too old
to be in school.

Unless she
teaches at one.

Her name's
Sarah Aiken, 27.

Third grade teacher.
Cute.

Not hot, but extra points
for proclivities.

When she broke things
off with Adam,

he uploaded his
revenge porn to Wobble.

Some teachers caught wind
of it, and she was fired.

Well, maybe she took out both
Nick and our loathsome ex.

You know, no harm, no foul.

And no dice because she had
no connection to Nick.

Oh.

And shortly after she lost
her job, she killed herself.

What, so our poor,
sexy teacher's dead,

and our apple-chomping
schoolboy's responsible?

And the only other connection
we were able to find

is that both victims posted
their illicit videos to Wobble.

So, maybe some sicko
saw both videos

and decided to take action.

"Sicko"?

Sounds to me like someone's
doing our job for us.

We don't exact
vengeance, Lucifer.

Well, maybe we should.

As far as I'm concerned,

these little wankers
got exactly what they deserved.

See you later.

Hey, where are you going?

We have to find out
who did this.

Well, I thought
someone out there

was stealing my job,
but far be it for me

to stand in the way
of excellent work.

I'm off for a drink.

(♪ "Asylum" by Desi Valentine ♪ )
♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

No.

Honestly, I'm impressed.

It's hard going out on your own.

Changing old habits.

I admire the steps
you're taking.

Well, don't
admire too much.

I'm still coming to Lux.

Hmm, yes.

Baby steps are fine.

Plus, the view here is... nice.

The real key
is to avoid setbacks.

Setbacks that are tall, blond
and have a special place in Hell?

Mm.

Hi, Maze.

Hi, human.

I need to get rid
of that bitch.

Now I know
why you're still here.

Why?

You and Lucifer are very close.

It's normal that you be
jealous of a new girlfriend.

I'm not jealous.

Ah. Mm-hmm.

And she's not his girlfriend.

She's just toxic.

Lucifer doesn't
see it, but I do.

Oh, so you want
to protect him?

I want her to get
what she deserves.

Which, at the very
least, is a head-butt.

I'll be right back.

Okay, okay.

Okay, maybe...

we should start
with our words.

Perhaps as Lucifer's friend,
you can talk to him.

Express how you feel.

He won't listen.

But maybe someone else will.

Where are you going?

Taking your advice.

Hey, Man Bun.

Take care of my friend.

Why do I even try?

Because you're
an incredible woman.

Oh.

Thanks.

So, I reached out to Wobble
to cross-reference who saw

both Nick and Adam's videos.

And?

They lawyered up.

Hid behind privacy laws,
and without a warrant,

Wobble won't let us anywhere
near their viewership data.

Okay, pull the warrant,
and I'm on my way there.

No problem.

Dan.

Um...

So I've been thinking
about the trip,

and, um...

I don't think it's
fair to put Trixie

in the middle of our
problems, you know?

So you want to skip it.

No, I want to spare us
all heartache and...

I just feel like if
we go on the trip

and, you know, we pretend
everything's fine,

then we're just lying to her.

Yeah.

All right.

(♪ "All Eyes On Me" by Pigeon John ♪ )
♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ Whoo... ♪

♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ Whoo... ♪

♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ Revving it up ♪

♪ Getting started,
time to press play ♪

♪ Plugging it in ♪

♪ Level ten through
the earth shake ♪

♪ But we're the wild
and the free ♪

♪ No controlling... ♪

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Mom.

Oh.

What do you think
you're doing?

I'm taking your lead, son.

Learning about
your beloved humanity.

By dancing at my club?

Well, I saw all the people

on the tables smiling
and I wanted to discover

what they were so happy about.

Oh, is it possible it's
the money that I pay them?

It's possible.

But I have to admit
that when I started dancing,

rubbing up against
the other humans,

I got a tingling
sensation...

Okay, that's enough.

Excuse me, excuse me, thank you.

I don't understand.

I thought you'd be
pleased by my effort.

Disturbed is more like it.

Are you actually trying
to systematically disrupt

every part of my life?

No.

I'm trying to learn about
every part of your life.

Oh, right.

How's that going for you so far?

Well, quite
illuminating, actually.

I understand now why you
have this provocative club.

I understand why
you amused yourself

with that
curvaceous savage.

But what I don't
understand...

Is my human job. Yes, I know.

It's very simple:
I'm a civilian consultant.

But why do you
still punish people?

It's what I've always done.

That's not true.

That's who your father
wanted you to be.

Are you still trying
to win him over?

Careful, Mother.

Why?

Are you going
to punish me?

I'm sorry, Detective.

I looked into
the two videos in question,

and unfortunately,
there was no overlap.

Doesn't make any sense.

I'll need a list of everyone
who saw the videos.

Sadly, we don't track people,
just I.P. addresses.

Maybe I'm looking
at this the wrong way.

Can you take me through how
your video process works?

Well, our users can upload
anything they want.

And if we find that
the content's inappropriate...

uh, anything from
animal cruelty to beheadings...

it gets taken down.

By who?

Our content moderators.

Huh.

Most of them
only last a few months.

Frankly, most people

can't stomach something
so dark or upsetting.

Right.

God, that has got to smart.

Can I see that again?

Lucifer?

Oh, Detective.
You're here.

Did you know that this room

collects all the best parts
of the Internet?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, yeah.

But you got to see this...
a-a naked man

thinks he can jump
on the back of a rhino.

You'll never
guess what he lands on.

Actually, you probably will.

What? You've seen it already?

What are you doing here?

Trying to catch our killer.
Duh.

I thought you
didn't care

whether this sicko
was brought to justice.

Oh, I don't.

But then I realized that
our killer may have the answer

to a question that I'm,
you know, struggling with.

Mm.

Why does he punish?

That's it?

First you want to teach
this vigilante a lesson,

and now you want to
have a talk with him?

Yes.

And lucky for me, I found out
where you were headed.

I mean,
these videos are enthralling.

No, I-I can't.
I can't watch these.

Oh, I've seen worse.

But never so many collected
in one single room.

You know, if I ever
go back to Hell,

I am getting me
one of these.

Selfish bastards
get to see everything.

Yeah.

They do.

I know where
the overlap is.

(♪ "Share"
by STACEY, playing ♪ )

Amenadiel,
I know you're in there.

Open up!

Hey.

What are you hiding?

Nothing.

Oh.

I see what's going on with you.

You do?

Sure.

Humans say that rebound sex
is important after a breakup.

You don't have to hide
that you're getting some.

I'm not.

Right.

Of course. I didn't want you
to feel awkward.

Silly me.

So what are
you doing here?

I have a problem.

I need your help.

There's a new...

woman in Lucifer's life.

I want her gone,
but he won't listen to me.

And why do you care?
I thought you were

stepping away
from both of us.

I am.

But before I do,
I need you...

I'll talk to him.

Yeah.

Well, that was easy.

I'm his big brother, Maze.

I really should start looking
out for him more often.

Okay.

Thank you.

All right. Thanks.

Dan's working with
Wobble to trace

what moderator may have
pulled both videos.

Hopefully, we'll
have an answer soon.

Then why are you
so sure the killer's

one of these misanthropes?

Well, serial killers

usually start with
someone they know.

If the killer worked
here, they knew Nick,

saw how much the
prank hurt Tommy.

So you think
seeing someone they recognized

in one of these twisted videos
finally made them snap?

Maybe it awakened
something in them.

Something that was always there,
just fighting to get out.

But...

they were just
trying to do a job.

Job no one else wanted.

Well, maybe they chose
that for a reason.

No one chooses
to be a sin-eater, Detective.

No one wants
to be custodian

of the world's filth.
Why would they?

Absorbing the worst humanity has
to offer, day in and day out.

Changes you.

So you think
it's the job's fault

that they started to punish?

People don't
arrive broken.

They start with passion
and yearning

till something comes along that
disabuses them of those notions.

Hmm.

Which means... that none
of these people did it.

Okay. I'm not following.

Well, look at Tim there,

with the photos
of his ugly children.

Ivan and his flowerpots.

Poor Andrea's still hoping
Destiny's Child

get back together.

Don't you see?

These people still have hope.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Who's had this
job the longest?

Um...

maybe me.

I've been at it
two whole months.

Huh.
Oh. Anyone else?

No.

Other than Leila, of course.

Leila, your boss?

Yeah. She stared
as a moderator

before the company blew up.

She was the first of us.

Thanks.

Leila knew Nick, she had
access to the videos.

If she's behind this...

She's known what we've been
doing every step of the way.

Dan, I need you to see if
you can trace the videos

to one person in
particular now.

We're looking
at Leila Simms.

I can't believe we had the
killer right under our nose.

And she's gone.

Touché, Leila. Touché.

Luci?

Luci, you home?

He's not here.

He left in quite
the hurry before.

Think it was
something I said.

I'm sorry.
Are you his latest, uh...?

Trust me,
I'm not his latest anything.

All right.

So, what are you
doing here, then?

I'm having a bit of

an existential crisis,
I suppose.

I've been known
to be a good listener.

Okay.

Uh...

I'm having some trouble
with my kids.

Needed to get away from them
for a little bit?

No, the opposite, actually.

I'm trying
to get closer to them,

but I'm not having much luck.

Tell me.

Are you a good son?

I try to be.

Well, then perhaps
you can explain.

Would a good son

blindly take his father's side
in a divorce?

Would a good son

send his mother to Hell?

And would a good son

stand here right before me,

without a care in the world,
plotting to send me back?

Mom?

I thought I would come to Earth
to be with my sons.

Instead, Lucifer is obsessed
with his human job,

and you're still
your father's loyal soldier.

I'm tired of fighting for things
that I'm never gonna have.

So just take me back, Amenadiel.

I'm ready.

No matter what happens,

I will always... love you.

Always.

Leila took down
both videos,

killed Nick and Adam,
and then led us

by the nose until she
had time to escape.

Why didn't I
realize it was her?

Because as a punisher,
she's quite adept

at avoiding
her own medicine.

Quite impressed, really.

Hey, Dan.

Yeah, I just saw it.
I'm already working on a trace.

"Judgment Day"? Oh.

People should really be careful
how they use that phrase.

It isn't actually due
for another couple of years.

She's gonna kill herself
live on the air.

What?
Well, that won't do at all.

How am I supposed
to talk to her if she's dead?

Glad you have
your priorities in order.

Thought we were dealing with
someone smart and clever,

who tortured with
a brutal sense of irony,

but killing herself

whilst humiliating
her company...

Doesn't fit the pattern.

Hey, Sharon, can you pull up the
video of Leila driving again?

Yeah. Sure.

Pause it there.

What are you
looking for, Detective?

Zoom in

to the edge of the seat.

Can you go in tighter?

Well, I know
images can be deceiving,

but that looks an awful lot
like a gun, doesn't it?

Leila's not our killer.

She's in danger.

You understand this
sicko pretty well.

Where do you
think he's going?

Well, somewhere linked
to her sins, I suppose.

We barely know Leila.

Who knows what the killer
thinks she's done?

Well, she runs
the company that hosts

humanity's worst depravities,
but we know she's not there.

Hey, Dan,
how's the trace coming?

The I.P. just keeps pinging
back to Wobble's main server.

It's got to be
a mistake.

Unless it's not
a mistake at all.

You know, if you take
away the blinky lights

and add some lost souls,

this place bares a striking
resemblance to Hell.

Shh. Listen.

My name is... Leila Simms.

I'm one of
the co-founders of Wobble.

I wanted to apologize
to anybody who's watching

for... for creating a forum...

...where evil and hate
sought a refuge.

And there's
Queen Wobble herself.

Yeah, but where's
the killer?

And tonight I go down
with the ship.

Right alongside
all of those awful sins

that-that I helped
give a voice to.

Please, please.

P-Please, please.

D-Don't make me do this.

Please.

There's Ray, the HR rep.

Oh, goodness me,
I should have known.

Halitosis...
first sign of evil.

He had all the access
he needed

to find his targets
and frame Leila.

What are you waiting for?
Shoot him.

If he drops that lighter,
he'll kill her.

I don't have a shot.

Okay, Detective, this next
part will be much easier

if you're not here, so I'm gonna
politely ask you to leave, okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

We're gonna figure this out.
Just give me a second.

All right, no rush.

Whilst you're pondering,
I'm gonna go and have a word

with our killer.

That's a great idea.

Sorry, say that again.

I never meant to cause anybody
any pain.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Hello, Raymond.

Hate to, uh,
blow up your spot,

but I have a question
to ask you before you complete

this twisted little
mise-en-scene.

Stay back.

I swear I will drop this,
and she is dead.

Oh, gosh,
there's the halitosis.

It travels, doesn't it?

You should really get that
looked at, but first,

indulge me this one
simple query.

Why?

What?

Why are you a punisher?

I understand
the longing for justice

or the joy
of sweet revenge,

but no one's forcing you
to do this,

so why would you
take it upon yourself?

Because I couldn't
take it anymore.

All that evil

is constantly spreading.

I had to do something.

I had to punish them.

You're wrong.

You didn't have
to do anything.

You wanted to punish them.

No, that's not true.

Yes, it started with Nick...
that was impulsive.

But then you got
a taste for blood,

and it felt good, didn't it?

I was doing my part.

You had big plans

to go on a vengeance quest

until we came
nipping at your heels,

at which point
poor Leila took the fall.

- An innocent!
- No, you're wrong.

And then what,
you'd stop?

Get away Scot-free?

We both know you can't stop
because you love it!

Just like the people
you punished.

I don't! I...

I do.

I-I like seeing them
beg for forgiveness.

You see, the difference
between us

is that you became
part of the problem, Ray.

Someone deserving
punishment.

You're right.

I do.

We all do.

No, wait!

Man, you really don't shut up.

Congratulations, Detective.

I suppose you could say
I look quite extinguished.

Right.

Shall we get you untied?

Burning the midnight oil?

Ha, ha, what can I say?

Being everybody's
bitch really sucks.

Yeah, well,
it won't last forever.

So I've had some time to think,

and, um... I realize that

I've been really harsh lately.

It's okay...

No, let me finish,
please.

I've been really hard on you
for a while now.

And I've been...

so upset and so angry.

And... I did,
I felt really betrayed.

I know.

But I realize you've...

you've been working so hard
to make it right,

and I feel like,
for the sake of Trixie,

that we should go on the trip.

You know, we should go,

like we always have.

I can't do that.

Wh... What do you mean?

You were right before.

We shouldn't lie
to our daughter.

Okay.

Look, I-I'm always gonna be
Trixie's dad.

And I'm always gonna be
part of your lives.

But we've been living
in the past for too long.

We're no, we're no good
for Trixie

if we're no good for each other.

But I think we both
know the truth.

It's time we get a divorce.

Hello, Luci.

Tell me you didn't do it.

Do what?

Don't play stupid with me.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Easy, Lucifer.

Your brother didn't
send me to Hell,

if that's what
you're worried about.

But you were so adamant.

I told you, Lucifer,

a mother's love counts
for more than you think.

My time on Earth
has helped me to realize

that Father has a tendency
to overreact.

So you're going
against Dad?

Things change, brother.

Do they?

Well, I for one am grateful
that we're all just

in the same room, together,
as a family again.

Yes, not so fast, Mother.

You see, I did
make a promise,

and I am a man of my word.

I told you
that you could stay here

until I figured out how to

reconcile my
deal with Dad,

and now I have.

So you're going to
punish me anyway?

I am, indeed.
And not because

I've been brainwashed by Dad
or I'm trying to prove anything.

I punish because I'm good at it.

I like giving people their due.

Makes me happy.

I suppose I can't ask
for a better reason.

Which brings me
to your sentence.

Mother...

you shall remain
right here on Earth

amongst the creatures
you so despise...

as one of them.

Wait.

You're going to send me

into the life
of Charlotte Richards?

Mm-hmm.

Well, how's that
supposed to work?

Not my problem.

And what if I refuse?

You can't fight this;
you're human now.

But that husband...

And there's children, right?

They're going to need things.

Oh, I'm counting on it.

But if you truly want
to be with your sons,

then that's the price
that you have to pay.

So be it.

Your money or your life, bitch.

I-I choose money.

Does anyone choose life?

That doesn't very...

Come here!

I'll give you what you want!
Just hold on.

I said, hold on!

(♪ "Old Habits"
by Hot Bodies In Motion, plays ♪ )

♪ Old habits, old habits die ♪

♪ Old habits die hard ♪

♪ Old habits, old habits ♪

♪ Old habits die,
old habits die hard ♪

♪ Old habits, old habits ♪

♪ Old habits die,
old habits die hard ♪

♪ Old habits. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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