All language subtitles for Lucifer.S02E03.HDTV.x264-LOL

- 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.

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.

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.

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 started 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!

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --