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Daniel.

You've been staring at that
same file for ten minutes now.

It's like watching the world's
worst nature documentary.

Have you lost the power of speech
alongside the ability to read?

Have you achieved your final form?

What am I supposed to
do with that, Lucifer?

How am I supposed to react?

I don't follow.

Well, I know you're the Devil now.

You come at me with these sort of funny,

kind of clever insults, I give back.

We go into a little insult dance,

and that's a Tuesday.

But now everything's changed.

Don't be ridiculous, Daniel.
Nothing's changed.

I'm still the same person,
charming, beloved.

And you're still the same person
too, useless, tolerated.

Hmm. Doesn't have the
same effect anymore.

It's like being teased by
Genghis Khan or Darth Vader.

I'm not some bloody villain, Daniel.

Oh, well, if you're
gonna be cruel about it.

Don't be coming to me for any favors.

Don't worry, I won't.

Detective Douche is a real
joy to be around today.

You just have to give him some time.

Remember what I did when
I first found out the truth?

Yes, you ran off to Europe for a month.

Oh, maybe Dan could do with a vacation.

Who do I know in one of those countries

where they hunt American
tourists for sport?

Right. Look, I'm sorry you're
hurt that you can't annoy Dan.

Why would I be hurt?

Uh, well, because it's
the strange little game

that you two play to
show that you're friends.

But he's not participating anymore.

So just give him some time.

Detective Douche can take all the time

he needs, as far as I'm concerned.

Now, please tell me we have a case,

some puzzle to solve, some
criminal to bring in and punish.

It's right here, and we do
have someone to bring in,

but she's already been
apprehended. Extradition.

A Los X banger, got caught
south of the border.

Extradition?

We catch murderers, Detective.
We don't carpool them.

Lucifer... we do,

when we're understaffed.

- I know it's grunt work, but we have to...
- Grunt work, you say?

Hmm.

All right.

"All right"? That's it?

Chloe has Trixie tonight,

and honestly, I think a drive
might be good for me.

It'll give me some time
to think about things.

Huh.

Hey, Dan.

Did you notice the name of the
processing officer on the other end?

- Luis Navarro.
- Uh-huh.

I just wanna remind you

of the last time you worked
a task force together.

I remember. Look, you
don't have to worry.

Yes, we were friends, but I know
what kind of cop this guy is.

The kind of cop who
likes to cut corners,

the kind of cop looking to play angles

on a slippery slope
to being a criminal...

The kind of cop that I haven't
been for a very long time.

I'm sorry, I know. I'm not
your mother, and I'm not...

even your wife anymore,
but I am your friend.

I know it's been a crazy time lately.

I think the last voice that you need

in your head right now
is one like Luis's.

Chloe, I know you're just
trying to look out for me,

and I appreciate that, but I'm fine.

I've got it all under control.

Promise.

What the hell?

- Danimal! Oh! Ohhh!
- Hey.

How's it going, man?

Still banging gorgeous blondes up in LA?

Luis, what are we doing in a bar?

I'm here for the extradition
of a prisoner.

Hermano, your Spanish

is about as rusty as
that squad car outside.

You need to stay down
here a little longer.

Get a little Spanish immersion.

Yeah, I'll talk to my captain about it.

Listen, why are we not meeting
at the police station, bro?

Oh, crap. You didn't get the message?

What message?

Sorry, man.

There was a screw up in the paperwork.

The prisoner won't be discharged
till tomorrow morning.

What, are you kidding me, bro?
I drove all the way down here.

I know. I know, but I got it. It's fine.

I made sure that they got you a room.

It's a few blocks away.

All right, all right, yeah. Uh...

just for the night. I
gotta get back, all right?

Hey, compadre!

Now we get caught up.

- Yeah.
- I wanted you to see this place.

I own a little piece of it.

- Nice.
- Let's get some drinks for old times.

I don't know, man. It's
really late, you know.

If I gotta get on the road early
in the morning, I don't think so.

Daniel. I get it.

I do, okay?

Maybe those old times,

they weren't so good, okay? We
used to play it fast and loose.

And I know you don't do that anymore.

And the truth is, I admire you for that.

I'm turning myself around too, and,

I just wanted to get some advice

from someone who did it before I did.

That's all.

One drink.

One, just one. No!

- Salud.
- Salud.

Oh, man.

I've had my few beers.

I think I should go check out the
hotel room and watch some HBO.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on.

One more drink so I can ask you.

Back in the day, when
you had that old partner.

You guys had some fun extracurriculars.

- Yeah.
- What changed that for you?

Uh, it's pretty simple, really. Uh...

Couple years back, I got into
some trouble on Palmetto Street.

Long story short, I got
in way over my head,

and I realized that when
your motives are bad

and when you're only out for yourself,

your actions have consequences.

But now?

Ah, it's just...

Let's just say that I had

a moment of clarity.

Think God and the Devil.
Let's say they're real, right?

- Like, as real as you and me.
- Huh.

You find that out...

makes you worry more. Not less.

You mean like your soul?

No, man. Worse, way worse.

Because if God is like you and me,

that means he's fallible.

He makes mistakes.

And if God can make a mistake,

what does that say about the universe?

I mean, who's even in charge?

How could anything even matter anymore?

That's heavy, man.

But if you're feeling like
nothing really matters, then...

maybe you'll consider joining
me in a business venture.

I run these holistic crystals up to LA.

Housewives up there
love this shit, okay?

I tell them that they're
ancient Aztec cenotes.

But really they're just
beach rocks, my friend.

I pick them from my sister's
property in Rosarito. Pure profit!

I thought you said you weren't
into anything illegal any more.

Illegal? They're rocks.

So it's legit?

It's legit money. Huh?

It's low-risk.

I just need a man on the other end
to make sure that it runs smooth.

Just not me anymore, man.

Can't help you.

I understand.

It's no problem. Stupid idea. Okay?

I'm just happy you're here now.

Benito!

Oh, come on.

This is Benito. He's my partner.

- You know why Benito is always smiling?
- Why?

'Cause he's got the
best tequila in town.

- Hey, hey, hey! Hmm?
- Ah.

To better days ahead.

No, no.

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Luis, Luis, wake up!

Where's my phone? We need help!

- What? Why are you naked?
- What?

Oh, uh, uh, because I sleep naked.

It's a thing. Don't worry about it.

Benito. He's dead!

If this is some kind of sick
joke, Danimal, I swear...

Oh, God. You're right.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Look, man, we need to call this in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hold on.

Take a breath.

Let's think this through.

What do you mean, think this through?

Wait, you don't think that...

Luis, I don't fully remember
whatever the hell happened last night,

but I did not kill anybody.

I know you didn't kill
anyone, my friend.

Because I know who did.

Okay, so those crystals
I was talking about?

Maybe the risk wasn't quite
as low as I led you to believe.

That's why I was hoping
you'd sign up as my man in LA.

To replace the guys who are there now.

Russian guys.

So what are you saying, these
are the guys who killed Benito?

Why?

Because they're Russian mob.

And they knew Benito
was in the scam with me.

I figure they must've hit him
when he left here last night.

So then what?

He came in here looking for help maybe?

Goes to the back room,
collapses, and that's that?

Why would they wanna kill Benito?

Wait a minute.

How much do you owe them?

Two hundred thousand dollars.

But I have it. I can pay them,
I was going to pay them.

Okay? I just wanted one more day.

Okay, there was this
horse race this afternoon.

Daniel, I swear. It was a sure thing.

I would've doubled my money,
I could have paid with interest.

I really wanted to believe
that you'd turned things around.

But this has gotta be the most
reckless thing you've ever done!

I can't believe this.

Look, I know I screwed up,

but I didn't think that
the Russian mob in LA

was gonna come after me like this!

I'm all the way down
here, and I'm police!

Well, then you obviously don't know

how the Russian mob operates, do you?

No.

But you do, don't you?

No.

No way am I getting involved
in this with you, Luis.

The thing for you to do right
now is turn yourself in,

tell your people about it.

- They'll protect you.
- Protect me?

Half of my department is
on some gangster's payroll.

Daniel, they'll come after my family.

Maria, little Oscar.

He's three.

I need to stay here and
make sure they're safe.

All I ask is that you deliver
the money that I owe.

Luis, I came down here
for a prisoner transfer.

Exactly. And that's exactly what you do.

You go get her. By the
time you come back,

I'll have the money ready for you.

Okay? It's a small detour.

And while you handle that,

then I'll call in poor Benito's murder.

Please, Daniel.

For my family.

So, what's in the box?

Nothing. Stop talking.

Something important, huh?

Maybe not straight-up legal?

I saw that dude's face
when he handed it to you.

Look, can you sit back?

- Sit back, please! Thank you.
- Okay, okay. No problem.

You know, just saying.

You all sweaty, with mysterious boxes.

I know corruption when I see it,

but, you know, none of my business.
We all got our demons.

It's not corrupt, okay? It's
the exact opposite, actually.

- Hmm.
- I'm helping somebody.

- Hmm.
- And I don't have any demons.

Unless you count the fact I've
been working with the Devil

for the last few years, but that's,
you know, out of my control.

Man, I hear you.

I was riding with the devil myself
for a few years, you know. Cocaine?

That's not what I'm talking...

You don't have to
justify yourself to me.

I feel you. It's hard.

It got a hold of me for a while.

Yeah, I was banging with the X's,
getting up to notorious shit.

And I wasn't proud of it,
so I turned it around.

Oh, right, you turned it around, huh?

Yeah, man, I did.

- And you know what helped me do it?
- What?

God.

He saved me, man, and I
ain't trying to preach to you.

You wanna get out of this?

Find God.

Oh, I found God.

And he exploded my entire body
for sleeping with his wife,

so I don't think he's quite
the guy you think he is.

Whatever. God is whoever you say he is.

And I say that God is someone

that gives me the strength to do better.

And I know I can be better.

Not just for God, but for me.

Look, I hope this works
out for you, I really do.

But you need to be careful, okay?

Because you think you know things,

but then life has a way
of blindsiding you.

Huh!

Of course it's dead!

Dan?

Espinoza?

Ryan?

Yeah, it's me, Ryan,
and Kevin from class.

Hey.

Hey, you know, we haven't
seen you in improv in ages.

We're just driving back from a show

at the El Cerrito
Community Center. Yeah.

You know, you're missing
out on a lot of sweet gigs.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, I've been... I've been
pretty busy lately.

Yeah.

You got a little, uh...

What? Ugh.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, man.
- Gentle.

I think it's spray paint.

I was, uh... I was ambushed by Los X's.

- They're a notorious street gang.
- Oh!

They T-boned my car, tagged it.

My face must have been in the way.

Do you need some help?

Uh, y-yeah. Actually, you
think I can get a ride?

Yes. And?

Yes, it's improv 101!

- Right. Improv 101.
- Oh, God!

- Where do you need to go?
- Oh.

- Just get in the back.
- Yeah.

Jiggle the handle.
The belt doesn't work,

so you just gotta yank it hard.

Daniel!

Fancy seeing you here.

Well, not fancy at all, actually.

You look... Well, it's hard
to tell sometimes,

but you look truly awful.

Lucifer, uh...

I need a favor.

Really, Daniel, I'd do a spit
take, but this is single malt.

Come on, man. Are you done?

Well, I was until I remembered
the last time you lost a fugitive.

12-year-old girl? You soiling
yourself on that roller coaster?

I didn't soil myself, Lucifer.

And look, this isn't like that, okay?

This girl was rescued by her gang.

And I know their hangout.

It's a bike shop in Van Nuys.

- If we go there, we're gonna find her.
- "We"?

Well, why do you need my
help? You're a police officer.

If you need backup making an
arrest, you have the entire LAPD.

It's not that simple, man.

Los X's didn't just spring
my fugitive, they also...

sort of, stole something from me.

Something that I need to get back.

Oh, so if the police get involved,
the drugs will be confiscated.

It's not drugs!

It's money that an old
friend needs me to deliver

so he can get clear of
some dangerous people.

Now it's in the hands of a street gang

who probably don't
realize what they have,

and you need to get it back before
they do. Oh, Daniel.

This could only happen to you.

Oh, man, I swear.

Sometimes it feels like the
entire universe is against me.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

You don't think your dad
could be behind this, do you?

No. Definitely not.

No.

My father is, um...

Well, I don't exactly know where he is,

but I can guarantee he's dealing
with something much bigger than this.

Okay.

So, can you help me?

I mean, you're invincible, right?

You can go in there. You
can beat up the entire gang,

and I can grab the box.

I'm not your muscle, Daniel.

I don't just go in and beat
people up like some hired goon.

Look, man, I'm not... I'm
not trying to offend you.

Okay? But there are lives at stake here.

I can't do it without you.

Fine.

But we'll do things my way,
no vulgar strong-arm stuff.

You say they own a bike shop?

We'll let money do the talking.
And me, of course.

Hello, gang members.

I understand you sell bikes,

and I would like to purchase
your most expensive one, please.

You wanna buy one of our bikes?

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Oh, I thought you sold motorbikes.

Oh, that's embarrassing.

Well, looks like I'm gonna have
to rethink this entire thing.

Nobody rides motorbikes.

All that noise?

Plus, you get killed on those things.

This is the hype.

Well, wouldn't be the first time

I've spent far too much money on
something I don't know how to use.

Your British ass so fancy you never
learned how to ride a bicycle?

Hey, mija, not everybody
had their pops around

to teach them everything
when they was young.

Don't go making hurtful assumptions.

You don't know this man's story.

Well, actually, that
is my story. To a T.

I feel you.

My old man was never around either.

I'm trying to make better decisions
now, but it's hard, you know?

Never had my role model.

I feel you.

And you, homes.

I mean, it's typical.

I haven't seen him in
essentially forever,

and then he turns up out of nowhere

and announces that he's
getting old and he's retiring.

I mean, what am I
supposed to do with that?

Or maybe he wants to spend
time with you, ese.

When my papi retired from working
as a guard up in Pelican Bay,

it was awkward at first,

but we actually got to know
each other really well.

Even better than when
I was locked up in there.

Well, my dad was my jailer too.

It's a very specific
kind of pain, isn't it?

And mine had to turn me in for
stealing credit card numbers, homes.

It was my birthday too.

Mm-hmm. Right.

That doesn't belong to you.

Hand it over.

Doesn't belong to you either.
You're not a Los X.

Actually, it does belong
to me. Or my... my friend.

Whatever, it doesn't matter. I
have the gun, give me the box.

Cuff yourself.

Into the cage. Go.

You're making a huge
mistake here, buddy. Huge.

No, bro.

I'm correcting one.

Sorry.

Huh.

Nice doggie.

So let's stop projecting
and start reflecting.

One thing I've learned
in therapy is that

we need to be gentle with ourselves

before we're gentle with
anybody else. Hmm?

Good doggie.

That's Chucho.

Nah, that's probably nothing. Come on.

That's not nothing! That's something.

Trucha. Something's going on.

Wait! Let's just give it a minute.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

Not a good doggie! Ow! Ow!

Bad dog!

Bad dog!

Hey, that's that cop that
was taking me to jail!

Yes, and unfortunately, he's with me,

and it appears he's gotten
what he came for,

so we'll be off, thank you very much.

We were having a moment, homes.

And it was a sincere moment. We
shared, and we bonded, didn't we?

So we're all friends now.
There's no need for us to fight.

Uh... oh, dear.

Dan, go.

If this really is an emergency,
I'll take care of them.

Right. Give me your
keys. I need your keys.

There's no way in the world I'm
letting you drive my car, Daniel.

What am I supposed to do?

- Use your imagination.
- What?

You think you're gonna
take on all of us solo?

Unfortunately, yes.

I am the muscle, after all.

- Whoa, shit!
- Whoa, whoa!

What the... ? Oh!

Danimal, come on.

You never look in the box.

Wolf.

What?

I charged your phone for you.

A man with your responsibilities
really needs to stay reachable.

Also, you need to keep some
drinks here other than kombuchas.

What do you do when you have company?

You lied to me, Luis.

You didn't send me to make
some payment to the Russians.

You sent me to deliver a message.

What are you into, man?

That guy was your friend!

Benito was not my friend.

He was an employee.

He kept the books for me,
and he betrayed me.

He was secretly working
with the Russians for months.

Wait a minute.

The Russians aren't your loan sharks.
They're your competition.

You're in some kind of a war
with them, aren't you?

That's right.

And I'm gonna win too.

I don't understand.

Why would you get me involved in this?

You could've had anybody
deliver that package.

And risk using one of my own guys?

Come on, Daniel, that's
not smart business.

But having you do it is.

If the Russians decide to kill
the messenger, I lose nothing.

They're cop killers.

But if somehow you survive, well,

now you're on the hook for transporting

human remains across crime syndicates.

And I own you.

It's a win-win.

You're not gonna win anything, Luis.

I am never gonna work for you.

You need to adjust
that attitude, Danimal,

because I'm not done with you yet.

I had a perfectly good plan to
throw the Russians into chaos,

and you had to screw
up and lose that head.

What are you talking about?
It's right there.

Now it is.

But it got stolen from you. Remember?

And when I heard, I sent
my man Vargas to recover it,

and then he runs into
you at the bike shop,

and you go and arrest him.

That's your guy?

How the hell am I supposed to know that?

That's all right.

Apology accepted.

Small thing, though.

I also tasked Vargas with a hit
on the Russians' bookkeeper.

A little eye for an eye,
since they made me kill mine.

What?

And thanks to you,

now Vargas is indisposed.

So you have to do it.

No way, man. No way. Unh-unh.

What you need to do is
turn yourself in, Luis.

I can't believe how far gone you are.

What the hell happened to you?

Better question is,
what happened to you?

The pain on the side of your neck.

Ayquina neurotoxin.

Real nasty stuff from Colombia.

One minute you're fine and then wham.

Ten hours from now, you drop
dead, like Pablo Escobar.

Come on.

That's not for real.

I got a head in a box, Daniel.

Do I look like a man who's not for real?

You have ten hours to
kill the bookkeeper.

And then I'll give you...

Cabrón.

And then I'll give you this.

The antidote.

Why?

Why are you doing this?

I always liked working with you, Dan.

I left you the address of
the bookkeeper on the fridge.

Along with a note to get
some LaCroix or something.

Hey, Ella.

- What you working on?
- Nothing, just work.

Cool.

- Cool.
- Hmm.

Listen, um, so I have this case...

where I think, uh, someone might
have actually faked a murder.

And it got me thinking,
how would you do that?

You mean, how could you
tell if a murder was faked?

Yeah... Uh...

No, uh, what...

um, I wanna... I wanna get
inside the head of the criminal.

Really figure out what it would
take to pull something like this off.

It's pretty crucial.

For the case.

Okay, well, maybe I
can look at the file?

Look, here's the thing.

You are the best forensic scientist
I have ever worked with.

I mean, you're probably
the best in the city.

So I was thinking, if anyone could
figure this out, it would be you.

Okay.

Real talk now.

No more bull crud.

I actually do know how to
fake the perfect murder.

Because...

I've been working on it for my novel.

Aren't you... oh! Oh!

- That's... that's great.
- I know. I know, right?

So, it's about a forensic
scientist who talks to ghosts.

Right? But I had to confront her

with an almost impossible puzzle,

because she herself is
an impossible puzzle.

She's super cheerful,
but really tortured.

Totally transparent,
but full of secrets.

So what about the, uh, the murder?

Oh, right.

So, what I came up
with is pretty awesome.

Almost foolproof, but
ugh! It is really hard.

I mean, you would have to arrange
the crime scene just right.

Could you pull it off in, say,
nine and a half hours?

That's oddly specific, but let me see.

That would take about, uh... Two
hours and you add another one...

A two and...

- Ella!
- One second.

Yep, yep, you should be able to do it,

but you would need to move it outdoors.

Which means wrapping up your footwear
in a specific kind of slipper.

Yeah, hold on, just one second.

You're going really fast. I'm
just gonna write this down. Go.

Hi. Svetlana, right?

May I come in?

No. Nyet, nyet, nyet.
No police without warrant.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm not a cop.

I mean, I am a cop, but I'm
not on official business.

Listen, this is... ha-ha!

This is gonna sound crazy.
I was sent here to kill you.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not
actually... I'm not gonna do it.

Look. I mean, this...

it's all fake.

This is just to fake your death.

Why else would I need pig's blood?

Or hamburger?

This is for the brain matter.

Oh, of course, it's very realistic.

Yeah. This is a very professional setup.

You see, I had a forensics friend
give me everything I need.

I know... I know it sounds insane,
but I can explain everything.

No. No, it makes perfect sense.

Oh, look, your pig blood.
It's leaking. Leaking.

What? Oh, oh.

Hey, do you have a rag?

No.

No.

No.

No.

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

Okay.

Hey, man, I'm really
sorry to bother you,

but I think I need some help.

I am near Lake Arrowhead,
about 80 miles east of LA.

Yeah, it's a cabin with a greenish roof

and smoke coming out of the chimney.

I don't know, man. I
don't know, maybe, like,

100 yards south of a pond.

Uh-huh. Yeah, you... hey.

Hello. You there?

You there?

Hey. That was fast.

Dan, we really need to work
on your reconnoitering skills.

There's a lot of buildings in this
area that match that description.

Hey.

What happened?

Oh, this? Yeah.

It's... it's a long story.
Don't worry about it.

Dan, I'm your friend.

I'm also an angel. I can help.

I... I...

Look, I... Look, I'm so sorry, man.

I really appreciate your help,
but you know what?

I can figure it out.

Hmm. Listen, if you didn't want
my help, why did you call me here?

I do.

I do. I need some help.

All right, somebody stole my car,

and they stranded me here and then...

Dan.

I'm not an Uber.

I know.

I know, and I wouldn't call
you if I had any other choice.

But right now I'm 100
miles away from home,

and I need to get back
as soon as possible.

Please.

Okay.

So how does this work?

Do, uh... You gonna pick me
up, or do I sort of climb on?

Okay.

Oh!

Okay, so just so you
know, I may pass out.

Or puke.

Or both.

Okay, I'm ready.

Uh, yeah. I'm trying to reach the head

of the chemistry department at UCLA.

I have a question about a substance
called "ayquina". It's something...

What's up, Dan?

Maze!

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, I'm not really talking
to Lucifer right now,

but I did overhear him saying that

you were spinning out of control. So...

I had to come see that for myself.

You okay?

Do I look okay, Maze?

I'm having the worst day of my life.
I feel like I'm losing my mind,

and I've had, like, three concussions
in six hours. That can't help!

So, tell me about it.

No.

Amenadiel asked me the same thing,
and I can't get you guys involved.

Amenadiel?

God's greatest goody-two-shoes?

Come on, Dan!

I'm a demon.

You think there's something
you can't tell me?

We killed a guy together.

For the last time, we didn't kill a guy.

We made sure some
dangerous people found him.

Yeah, yeah, blah-blah-blah. Point is,

this is me.

No secrets.

Fine.

But you gotta promise
you're not gonna laugh.

Come on, Maze.

I can't believe Amenadiel carried you.

In his arms.

Like a little baby.

Oh, what?

Come on, you gotta have a sense
of humor about these things.

I've only got six hours to figure
out how to live past tonight

and get out from under Luis's
thumb, even if I do survive.

So please excuse me, Maze,
if I don't find that hilarious.

Oh, God, you're such a dumbass.

Just set up a meet with Luis,

get your antidote, and
serve him up to the Russians.

Duh, we've done this before.

I can't get the antidote
without showing proof

that I actually killed the
Russian bookkeeper, so...

Well, that's easy. I can get you
proof of death, no problem.

Come on, you can't
actually kill her, Maze.

Fine.

I'll whip something up.

First I'll get in touch
with my Russian contacts.

Then I'll set up a meet with you
and them to explain the deal.

Then you set up a
meeting with Luis tonight,

with the Russians lying in wait.

I'll get you your proof.

Sure.

Easy. Just follow a plan whipped up
spur-of-the-moment by a demon

to deliver a psychopath
to a bunch of murderers,

after I scam him into saving my life.

It'll work perfectly.

Just don't screw it up.

Also, I'm telling the Russians
your name is Joe Stone.

Why Joe Stone?

Because Dan Espinoza sounds like a cop.

Joe Stone sounds cool.

You need to be...
cool with these people.

Hey, Maze.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about the demon stuff.

It means a lot you're helping me.

I'm only helping you because it's you.

So that's the play. You
hide out on the balcony.

Once I've conducted my
business with Luis...

then you swoop in and take him.

Play sounds good.

But we don't know who the
hell you are, Mr. Joe Stone.

But Mazikeen says you're okay, so...

Dan?

Hi, Dan.

Dan?

Who is Dan?

You are Joe Stone, right?

Yeah.

Uh, gentlemen, I just need...

one minute.

Linda, what the hell are you doing here?

Oh, I have lunch here every Tuesday.
I mean, the pierogis, right? Okay.

Are you okay? Your...
your eyes are bulging.

I need you to hit me.

Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but...

- You're undercover, right?
- Yes.

Don't laugh.

I'll explain everything later.

Okay.

My side piece.

I never give her my real name, right?

I mean, you can see why.

Cuckoo.

That's for what you did to me.

Mistresses are like KGB.

Meddle in everything,
torture you forever.

I like you, Joe Stone.

See you at club tonight.

So how do I look?

Pretty good, actually.

Yeah. I feel pretty good too, man.

I closed Lux for a private party,

and your guests should arrive shortly.

Everything's in place.

We're gonna pull this off, right?

Oh, Daniel.

I never lie, and I promise you
the plan is gonna work perfectly.

I really appreciate you
having my back out there.

Oh, no, I'm not gonna be there.

You what?

Well, I have history with the Russians.

Trust me, this won't work
properly if I'm there.

Yeah, but I don't have
any backup down there.

Maze isn't gonna be there for a while.

If things get hairy, then
what am I supposed to do?

Daniel, I realize this is
your first crime-boss summit,

so you'll have to take my word for it,

but there won't be any actual violence.

It's all about appearances,
hence why I insisted on the suit.

And as for backup,

all you need are people
who can act tough,

and I think I have found
exactly the right guys.

You've got this!

All over it.

Right.

Hey, Dan.

How about this place, right?

Ryan, what the hell are
you guys doing here?

Lucifer said you needed us for a gig.

What, uh... How? When?

After we dropped you off earlier,
we stuck around for some drinks.

Networking, you know.

He said he could book us some
gigs, and then three hours later,

boom-shaka-laka! He's a cool guy.

Look, I don't think you guys
quite understand what this is.

No, no, no. We got it. We
just gotta be your backup.

Stand around, look tough.

Oh, yeah, everybody came prepared.

No. No!

That is a rental.

It is way too dangerous.

So, Danimal, are we
gonna do this or what?

Yes.

And...

this is my crew.

Showing up with your own crew?

Power move. I'm impressed.

Yeah.

Yeah, hell, yeah.

Look, let's just get to this, okay?

Where's the antidote? I don't
have a lot of time here.

Where is my proof?

It's on its way.

It'll be here.

Soon, I hope.

Are you starting to get the sweats yet?

That's how it starts.

Hey, you best recognize
when you talk to my boy Dan.

Don't test me.

Prison changed me.

Yeah, Ryan, Ryan, chill.

You better put a leash
on that dog, Danimal,

because I'll walk out of here right now.

Then you'd miss all the fun.

Oh, Maze, what the hell?

You had one job.

I know.

I know I was supposed to bring proof.

But proof can be faked.

Don't freak out, I'm not gonna kill her.

He can.

What better way for him to be sure

she's dead so you can get your antidote.

Maze, this is not what we talked about.

No one is going to kill Svetlana.

You sold me out. Now you're not
getting the antidote, Danimal.

"Danimal"?

So you have been lying to
us all along, Joe Stone.

All right, everybody, just
take a breath, all right?

This has gotten completely nuts!

I have no idea how we got here.

None of this makes any sense.

It's like one crazy thing after another.

But we have the power to stop this.

Right now.

Look...

I know it can seem
like things just happen,

and that we don't have
any control over them.

Like, like there's no
order, or... or meaning.

But if the world is
senseless and random,

well, then all we can do is just
what we think is best.

And there is no way
anybody thinks it's best

if we all die here today.

Right?

Am I right?

- That was really good.
- Hey! Excuse the interruption.

But we're looking for that cop

and that British dude
that busted up our spot.

We need to talk to you, homes.

Oh! I know that ese.

We used to get into it in the yard.

¡Hasta la vista, puto!

Ryan, no!

No!

Get the vial!

Yes! I found it!

Adios, amigo.

No!

No, Maze, Maze!

No! No, you're okay.

You're okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Joe Stone.

It's all right. You're
all right. You're all right.

Maze.

No. No!

No!

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.

I'm sorry, Maze. I'm sorry.

Daniel!

What did you do?

I don't know.

I... I was just trying to help.

Well...

now you see that sometimes when
you're trying to do the right thing,

other people who don't
deserve it end up getting shot.

What?

Oh, I'm sorry, guys.

I couldn't hold it any longer.

My arm was falling asleep.

You should have seen the
look on your face.

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Job absolutely well done!

As promised, wrap party starts now.

There's an open bar,
food trucks in the back.

Give yourselves a pat on the
back, people. That was...

Excuse me.

Oh, ho-ho! Definitely framing that one.

♪ I gotta feeling ♪

♪ That tonight's gonna be a good night ♪

♪ That tonight's gonna be a good night ♪

♪ That tonight's gonna
be a good, good... ♪

Next time.

Mi amigo, I'm sorry, man.

Lucifer, he approached me.

He offered me a lot of
money too. I had to say yes.

Hey, we had fun, though, right?

- It was a lot of fun.
- Yeah!

Joe Stone!

Legendary man of the hour!

This is the craziest thing
I've ever been involved in.

Please come to my wedding.

- I wouldn't miss it.
- Yeah!

You guys, here's Dan!

How's that for a blindside, right?

- Pretty good.
- We worked you like a pendejo. Aah!

It was pretty good.

Ugh! I can't believe he
faked the whole thing.

Everyone was in on it?

Well, not everyone.

Everyone here.

You should call Amenadiel.

And Linda.

And Ella.

Definitely Chloe. Let
them know you're okay.

I think they were all pretty worried
about how you were acting today.

I really thought you died, Maze.

You think I'd take a bullet for you?

Well...

not in the chest, anyway.

Countless hours of meticulous planning,

dozens of favors called in,

so many Easter eggs from
our previous adventures.

Did you spot them all?

Five million, four thousand, one
hundred and fifty-seven dollars spent.

Totally worth it.

This.

All of this. The dog, the car wreck...

I woke up this morning with no
clothes on, next to a dead body.

Daniel Espinoza, naked and afraid.

Cheers.

I don't understand how
you pulled it off, man.

Even you couldn't control everything.

Well, the hardest part was making
sure the detective wasn't involved,

hence all the illegalities I knew
you wouldn't wanna share with her.

I mean, she would've seen
through this charade right away

because she's, well, a detective.

I'm a detective.

After that, there was
very little to control.

I mean, you're very predictable, Daniel.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.
You had to have known...

every single decision I would make.

How's that even possible?

Well, I knew that you
would never give up.

At every opportunity to quit,

I knew that your oafish optimism
would keep you going.

I suppose I realized that
whenever you're given a choice,

you always at least try
and do the right thing.

Why, thank you, Lucifer.

It's crazy, but I think I needed this.

I've been in a really weird
place for a long time.

And I think I'm through it now.

I... I can't explain it.

But you really helped me.

Oh. Well, that's not
why I did this at all.

Well, then why did you do all this?

Because you fucking shot me, Daniel.

♪ That tonight's gonna
be a good, good night ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo! ♪

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