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See, there it is, definitive proof,

that the laws of nature are breaking down

and the earth as we know it is officially doomed.

Right!

Yeah. I can see how some of these things could be problematic.

Frogs falling from the sky, plagues, random plane crashes.

But reduced hiccups and vanishing mosquitoes,

Surely those last two should reside on a separate tiny nuisance board.

Okay. Fine.

Maybe I haven't figured out exactly what role hiccups

will play in the world's final act,

but the dwindling mosquito population...

I...

Mosquito numbers drop low enough,

the whole ecosystem goes down like a triple Decker ice cream

on a hot summer day.

We're talking aquatic life, birds, all affected.

We lose mosquitoes,

we lose civilization.

Oh!

I was supposed to protect humanity.

How could I fail to notice something of this... this magnitude?

- Well, to be fair, none of us noticed. - I noticed.

I noticed. And I would have figured it out a lot sooner if any one of you

would have let me into your little celestial in-crowd.

But, no, you guys had to sideline the scientist like everybody else.

You need to become god.

- Now. - Hold up.

I thought your dad was god.

Father of angels, best hugger in the world

because he literally invented hugs...

It all made sense.

Dad was god. But then, he retired to mum's universe.

Incommunicado as ever.

Probably thinks that the apocalypse is some sort of teachable moment.

So, what you...

You are just gonna become the new god now?

He's not just doing anything, Ella.

The whole angel war was fought to win Lucifer that seat.

Remiel died for it.

Chloe died for it.

You what now?

We still have some things we need to explain.

Listen, it's been a long and painful road for all of us.

But the time has come for Lucifer to ascend the throne.

You're right, brother.

It's time.

Next time you see me I'll be god.

Ruler of heaven and earth.

Why is he doing that...

Shruggy thingy with his shoulders?

Huh. It's very weird. I can... I can feel my wings in there

but they don't just... They don't wanna pop out.

I... this has never happened to me before. I...

Give me some room. I'll give it ajump start.

- Give me some room. - Okay.

Lucifer!

Come on. I...

- Give me a lift. - Given what happened last time,

I think it's probably best that you deal with whatever this is before you go up.

Good point.

Lucifer your...

Your body self-actualizes...

So with everything that's been going on,

what if your wings aren't coming out

because you feel you're not ready to be god.

I'm ready.

Listen, we don't have time for this.

I'll go to the silver city and try to figure out what's going on.

And try to stall whatever is happening. As for you, brother...

You need to get your head on straight.

Silver city.

My god!

Amenadiel!

So that's how it's supposed to work.

- Come on. - Okay!

Well, now what?

Okay, if you need to get your head on straight...

Then_.

Right!

Doctor?

Doctor?

Oh, for crying out loud. Doctor!

{935951 -don't worry,

it's nothing I haven't seen before.

Look, I'm sorry to wake you, but it's an emergency.

Oh! Hello.

Sommelier from the wedding.

- Excellent taste as always. - What kind of emergency?

Uh, other than the end of the world.

It's time, doctor.

Time for what?

For the final therapy of Lucifer morningstar.

For real this time.

Okay, I understand the possible end of the world

needs to be dealt with, quickly, in the middle of the night,

but why did we have to come to my office?

Because this is where I do my best emotional processing.

Right, of course.

Okay, so, what's the problem?

Well, I can't save the world till I'm on dad's throne.

And I can't get to dad's throne 'cause my wings were on the Fritz.

Okay, couldn't amenadiel fly you up?

Wha... in theory, yes.

Who's to say my body won't self-sabotage some other way?

I mean, I could burst into flames again.

And not the, you know, "yay, I'm worthy" kind.

Lucifer, you're right...

That most performance issues are rooted in the mind.

I beg your pardon, you of all people should know

I've never suffered from performance issues.

- Oh, you mean the wings? - Yeah.

Right. Yes, well, that is mostly likely mental rather than anatomical.

Which is why the fate of the world literally rests in your capable hands.

So... come on, shrink me.

Okay, just, um...

Just give me a sec to think.

Let's see.

- What's that? - Nothing.

Ah!

"Sympathy for the devil: My time with Lucifer morningstar."

Doesn't look like nothing to me.

Okay.

This is happening at 3:00 am...

Without a bra.

I've been writing a book.

About you.

Wow.

This is a...

This is marvelous.

I mean, western literature has portrayed me

in a terrible light for centuries,

starting with that perennial bestseller that need not be named.

Thanks for nothing, Gutenberg.

Yeah, well, it's...

It's just the first draft.

A pre-first draft, really.

I was just skimming over in case there was something useful, you know,

from one of your past sessions.

You know, considering I haven't had any sleep.

Or coffee.

Our past.

- Doctor that's it. - What is it?

Well, if everything that we've worked for together

in the past five years is contained in this book,

then the answer to my little wing sitch must be in here.

So... all we need to do is find it.

Oh, I don't think that's a good idea, Lucifer.

There's quite a lot to read on borrowed time.

That's just chapter one.

That's the book.

Right.

Were you planning to go full dickens and get paid by the word?

Unwieldy, right?

Which is why I think we should come up with another solution.

Hypnosis, visualization.

I know a medicine man in tarzana who can do wonders with ayahuasca.

Well, as much as I love the psychedelics, no need, doctor.

Because all we need to do

is go through everything you've written,

line byline, until we find the answer.

We're gonna need a bigger office.

Now, don't think this means I'm not still mad at you guys,

okay, because I totally am.

But you can't have a sleepover without fuzzy slippers

and Korean face masks, you just can't.

Wait, you said there'd be five of us.

What?

You interrupt a demon on a wedding night. You get what you get.

So, in conclusion,

if we divide and conquer the doctor's sure to be fascinating book

then we should be able to solve my wingtuation in a snap.

Save the devil, save the world as it were.

Maybe Lucifer's problem is that he promises to help people out

but then he just leaves them hanging.

Yeah. Good point, Dan.

Dan... what? no way, are you...

Are you telling me that Dan is here, like, in this room?

Yeah. He's a ghost.

Humans can't see him.

Oh! Well.

Maybe your problem is that you're constantly keeping secrets

from people who care about you.

Maze, give Ella a message for me.

- No. - Just...

No, I did not traipse over here on my wedding night

- to be your whoopi goldberg. - Hey, look, guys!

Everybody's name is on this page.

So this might be a good place to start.

"Lucifer sauntered into the precinct greeting all of his friends."

Hello, precinct!

Yes, it's me. Your favorite crime-solving devil.

- Good morning, detective. - Good morning.

That's the case all wrapped up.

Clue, suspect, new clue, take down, another murder solved.

Crazy that the killer was the first person we met.

- What are the chances? - I know.

Isn't it such a great day?

Also, I have information for you.

Science gak super duper cheery.

Science gak.

- Did you say science? - Mm-hmm.

That makes me think. Yes, I just solved another murder.

- Unbelievable. - Hey, Chloe,

here's the evidence you asked for.

Oh, Dan, I think you... you made a mistake.

- Oh! - But don't worry. I'll fix it again.

Yup.

- You're welcome. - Two for one bounties.

- Kudos. - Two and a half.

Relax, dude.

He was like that when I found him.

Dan, is something missing from the evidence bag?

- Ah! - Daniel.

Cacuzza, were you under there the whole time?

Under, that makes me think.

- I just solved another murder. - How do you do it, detective?

You are so smart and beautiful and perfect...

And we are the best partnership ever, aren't we?

Yes!

Oh, that reminds me.

There's something important I need to talk to you

about something celestial in nature.

Uh, miss Lopez, would you mind giving us a moment?

Yes! Yes, I would love some more science gak.

You got it, Decker.

Because I'm so happy and everything is great.

Isn't it?

It's not. We have a problem.

Nope.

No Lucifer epiphanies on this page.

Guess we betterjust move on.

Okay.

Did I mention this is a first draft and hasn't been edited at all!

Which means that that is exactly what Lucifer said about us...

- Technically, not exactly... - How apparently he thinks I'm nothing

but sunshine and rainbows.

Not so sunshine and rainbows now, am I?

- Miss Lopez! - Guess you don't really know me...

Any better than I thought I knew you.

Well, to be fair, you do tend towards a glass half-full attitude.

So, I'd say the book is pretty accurate.

Uh, yeah, of course, you would say that. I mean, you came out amazing.

- Well, I guess so. - I don't know.

I think Lucifer nailed it with me.

Sex, violence, kick ass outfits, I mean...

- Hello? - Yeah.

He got me right, too.

I never thought I would say this about a book,

but I can't wait to dig in.

Ho, ho. Neither can I.

Ah! Doctor, I am beginning to suspect, you should've done a bit more editing

before sharing your manuscript with others.

You think?

I cannot believe you kept that from me.

And that... and...

I held an angel feather in my hand...

And you let me believe it was from an emu?

Oh! I wouldn't get so upset about that.

I mean, given the information you had at that time

I'd say emu feather was the most logical explanation.

Now, can we just focus on the matter at hand, please?

Huh? Me, wings.

Oh, the Spanish.

You know, I'm used to indulging Lucifer's meek, therapeutic process.

But, uh...

I'm starting to feel like this is a mistake.

Oh, god.

Do you think I should remind them again that this is just a...

A rough draft.

At least I have you.

Rational, reasonable Chloe, always on task.

Yeah, that's me.

Ah, should I speed up or slow down?

- I mean, you can read, right? - Doesn't matter.

There's no surprises about me in here.

I'm just a corrupt cop, shitty person.

- I get the gist. - You are not a shitty person, Dan.

You're literally reading about the time we killed a guy, maze.

"Maze and Dan were headed downtown

thirsty for justice."

This is all my fault.

Yeah, Dan. This is all your fault.

The murderer who killed Chloe's dad is walking around free.

And it's all because of me.

We have to do something.

- We can't kill him. - You're right, maze.

We can't.

The Russians!

It's what we have to do.

Uh, you think you're the one

who set the Russians up to murder that guy?

No, please. You're reading it all wrong.

This is all my fault!

Yeah, Dan. This is all your fault.

The murderer who killed Chloe's dad is walking free.

It is all because of me.

- We have to do something. - Well, we can't kill him.

Yeah, you're right, maze, we can't.

The Russians?

It's what we gotta do. Come on.

Okay, okay.

You have your version. I have mine.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter. What we did back there wasn't right.

I... but I spent a few thousand years coming to terms with it.

And I don't think it's the source of my guilt.

I just... I just wish I could figure out what my real guilt is.

Uh, well, what was in your hell loop?

I don't know.

Iwoke up. I...

I relived my death a little.

And then Lucifer tapped me out to play ping pong with belios.

Oh, god.

- Wait. Is that... is that bad? - Yeah, it's bad.

Whatever a damned soul's biggest source of guilt is,

that's what goes on in his hell loop.

No hell loop, no answers.

So then, when Lucifer rescued me from hell's torture...

He totally screwed you.

Hey, but... don't worry, I can fix it.

- You can? - Hello, yeah.

I'm a demon. I mean, I'm basically a walking guilt detector.

Cheer up, dude.

I'm gonna torture your ass right into heaven.

Charlotte Richards was a goddess?

Only some of the time.

To play my advocate,

I have always told you the truth.

I thought you were an actor.

Was it fun for you guys...

Watching me walk around without a clue?

To be honest,

miss Lopez, I have always envied your ability

to accept the divine in absence of proof.

I suppose that's what faith is, isn't it?

I lost my faith, Lucifer.

I lost my faith after Charlotte died.

And not one of you...

Told me that you knew that she was in a better place.

You didn't tell me that

the big guy was still up there, that he still cared.

That single set of footprints in the sand...

That was me,

walking alone.

But you weren't alone.

I mean, we may not have spelled it out to you,

but we were all there with you, every step of the way.

Every step of the way.

Not to mention,

what a great friend you've been to us celestials over the years.

Chilling with the angel of death before you even met the rest of us.

You and azrael are practically bff's.

Wait, what?

Oh, you haven't got that part of the book.

Here.

Ray-ray is the angel of death?

This is the worst idea the doctor has ever had.

Ever wonder what your hell loop will look like?

If you had one.

Hmm.

Mine would be a room full of my friends...

Reading the first draft

of my biggest professional accomplishment ever.

And hating it so much

that they'd rather complain about it

than save the world.

Please tell me you have something...

Anything, any...

Any insights at all.

Yeah, I think I have something.

Lucifer?

- Wait, you're leaving? - Yeah, I'll call you later.

- Wait! - You just stay here.

But it's my birthday.

I have to go back.

Don't go.

Goodbye.

- Hey, oh, my god, are you okay? - Have you seen Lucifer?

No, sorry.

Where is he?

You're on your death bed and he's not there.

He's never there.

Oh, dear.

Charlotte Richards.

Yeah, she's dead because of you.

She depended on you to protect her.

And you failed her.

Yeah, that's not it.

I mean, I did blame myself for a while, but Charlotte's death wasn't my fault.

And, honestly, it's kinda comforting to know that at least she's in heaven.

What about your parents, hmm?

They're probably really disappointed in you.

I mean, look at you.

Died of broken hearts because of all your sad bullshit.

Actually, my parents are super proud of me and super alive.

They're actually sponsoring an improv troupe in my honor.

The danimo crackers.

What about siblings?

I'm an only child, maze.

Honestly, how do you not know this stuff?

But you have someone you care about as much as a sibling.

What?

- I would never hurt Ella. - No.

But you didn't help her either, did you?

If you had told her the truth sooner,

you could've supported her,

been there for her.

While you were still alive.

Yeah, you're not crazy.

No, no, you were...

You were just friends with an angel.

The angel of death.

But...

Which is, uh, totally normal.

Yeah, just like, uh...

Just like your ghost buddy, Dan.

Who you can't see or talk to...

Uh, Dan, wants to talk to you.

Oh, uh...

Wow. Okay, cool, um...

Hey, Dan.

I'm so sorry I didn't say this sooner, but...

I really miss you so, so much and I even named a frog after you.

Tell her I met frog Dan.

And I'm super flattered.

And tell her that I really miss her, too.

Also, also, tell her that her favorite beaker

rolled behind her filing cabinet last week.

She's been looking for that.

He said, "yo."

I mean, what?

I'm summarizing.

Just show her the thing, okay? Please.

Dan wants you to read this.

Oh. Okay.

You guys.

This is so weird.

So, a cult led by killer priest commits mass suicide.

Now, that I get.

- Mmm. - I mean,

I don't get it get it, but cult suicide...

It works.

Now, what I don't get is some of these bodies are thrashed.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think they were into some pretty weird stuff.

Yes, damn right demonic, I'd say.

I don't know.

It's almost like some of these bodies died twice.

Twice?

Twice that would be impossible, right, Lucifer?

I mean...

Yeah. Yeah, that's...

I... I just must be off my game today.

I'll just keep this part off the report.

Yeah.

Oh!

Oh, okay. I get it.

So... I'm just a super gullible dummy

who's been covering up your celestial shenanigans for years!

Ella, the unwitting accomplice strikes again.

Uh, Dan wants you to keep reading.

Uh, please.

What would we do without Ella, huh?

Well, for one, I'd be short a half-angel nephew.

I just wish we could tell the truth.

Well, so do I, but as we've established,

humans don't tend to react that well when they find out,

there are actual angels and demons running around.

Even if they already know the truth in their hearts.

Yeah. Okay.

So I helped save Charlie after he was kidnapped.

That is literally my job.

You know, this whole time,

I really thought that I was part of the inner circle.

But I wasn't.

I was just a lonely tangent.

Yeah, um...

Dan says that while you may not have known the specifics

that everyone here always loved and trusted you, Ella.

No, I am not saying that.

Dan says,

"you are the inner circle."

If you guys really trusted me

you would have told me the truth.

Ella.

Chloe?

I'm out here.

What's wrong?

Well, I...

In the book, you make me sound amazing.

Yes, I can see how that would be upsetting.

What if you think I'm smart and beautiful and "perfect,"

because you've never stuck around long enough

to see me at my worst?

Oh, well, now you're just making things up.

When Rory said that you weren't at my deathbed,

you know, I thought...

"That's impossible. Lucifer would never abandon me."

But reading this, I realized...

Of course you would. You've done it so many times before.

- Have I? - Yes.

Every time we've had an emotional breakthrough,

you've immediately gone off and disappeared.

Come on, that can't be true.

No, listen to me.

And now?

You've told me you love me.

It's the biggest breakthrough we've ever had.

So I just wonder, how do I know you won't follow it up with...

My biggest ever disappearing act.

Chloe,

I would never choose to abandon you.

- But you can't know that. - Yes, I can.

Because it's my choice.

Oh, yeah.

Like...

Like it's your choice to whip out your wings right now?

Like it's your choice, whether or not to let me in?

Lucifer...

What's happening to me?

You know, I wore this for so many years

because it proved that you chose to be vulnerable around me.

But...

But now it's not you that decided that, it's your subconscious.

Your, your subconscious

chose to have a devil face or to bring out your wings.

And reading all of this, I mean, seeing it all laid out.

I just wonder...

Your subconscious might choose not to stay.

No, I'm sorry. But I don't accept that.

I've changed.

I've grown, I mean, it's all in here, isn't it?

What?

What is it?

There's something wrong with this book.

Gather around, people!

The doctor has deceived us all.

This "manuscript" that she's brought cuts off mid-sentence.

Because_.

You didn't bring the end of the book with you, did you?

You know what? It's true.

I kept the end of the book in my office.

But if this book is a case study on Lucifer,

all of the important psychological insights

would be in the last chapter, right?

So why are you hiding it?

It is my job to guide patients on theirjourney,

not give them the answers.

Wait a second, the world is ending

and you guys are all still keeping secrets from each other?

What is wrong with you people?

Nope. None of this was my idea.

No one was supposed to read my manuscript,

least of all the patient that I was studying,

because it's a first draft!

Maybe years from now, when the book is published...

Whoa, Lucifer, she's gonna publish this? My parents are gonna see this.

Shut up, Daniel. This is not about you, it's about me.

You held back the end of the book

because you think I'll fail, don't you?

My own therapist doesn't actually believe that I'll become god.

Guess the party is over, huh?

Yep.

Dude, that is literally the most depressing thing I've ever seen.

Turns out... I didn't have anywhere else to go.

Yeah, well, I do.

Yeah.

Okay.

So let's skip the usual foreplay and get straight to the main event.

Okay?

If you saw the moment of your death and how,

that's the key.

You relive your death, you find your guilt.

Yeah. I've been there, I've done that.

- Didn't learn a damn thing. - Mm-mm.

That cold gnawing fear in the pit of your stomach,

feel that?

Yeah.

That's your guilt.

Now you can spend the next thousand years

running away from it like a weak human.

Or you can dig in

and sniff that shit out like a demon.

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maze, I think you cracked it.

I know what I need to do.

Hi.

Don't even know why the doctor's bothering

to bring back the rest of the book.

I'm not capable of real change.

- Lucifer, that isn't true. - Isn't it?

I mean, at least I don't think it is.

What I do know is how much you've grown since I met you.

But not enough.

Honestly, I... I don't know if it's enough.

What I said back there, I was scared.

You know, I am scared.

I know you don't think you'll disappear.

And iwanna believe that but if you're wrong...

Well, I'm gonna be a mom with two girls,

working at the LAPD...

You're going back to the LAPD?

I know.

I know it wasn't our plan and I understand if you're upset.

No, I understand.

I mean, it's who you are, isn't it? Hmm.

My detective.

I could never be upset with you about that.

And while there is a remote possibility

that I may idolize you little too much.

I do know you're an amazing mother.

Iwasn't an amazing mother to Rory.

What do you mean?

- Just look at her wings, Lucifer. - I mean...

I just think, "did I not protect her enough?"

"Did I not make her feel safe?"

"How badly did I screw up

that I made our daughter self-actualize as a weapon?"

Oh, right. Yes.

I wonder where Rory got her persecution complex from?

Certainly not from the angel who literally invented teenage rebellion.

Blade wings. Devil face.

It's all the same, isn't it?

No, it isn't.

- Rory. - Rory.

Hello. What... what are you doing here?

Mom said you guys were saving the world.

Thought I'd stop by to see how it was going.

Gotta say, I kinda wish I hadn't.

Hindsight's a bitch, huh?

- Wait, Rory. Hold on. - Rory...

I think, we...

We think your wings are amazing.

I just... I hope that you didn't feel that you had to fight,

or protect yourself when you were younger.

As your mom, I hope that I always made you feel safe.

I don't have these wings because of something you did wrong.

I have them because of something you did right.

I mean, all my life I watched you stand up forjustice.

I love these badass wings.

'Cause they remind me of the person that I admire most.

My mom.

Really?

Really.

These wings are like,

they're one of a million, wonderful, powerful things that you gave me.

Unlike him.

Well, your angel dad probably had something to do with your wings.

- Right. - Lucifer left, both of us.

How can you still defend him?

Well, Rory, I mean, your dad is flawed.

We all are and...

I mean, although I'm nervous about what the future holds.

I... I guess deep down I just really trust him.

Why? He doesn't even trust himself.

He does not know his own feelings.

He had to get hit by a bullet to figure out he cared about you.

Yeah, I heard you guys talking earlier.

- That's not necessarily fair. - No.

She's right.

She... is right.

Lucifer, what are you doing?

What's this supposed to be?

I know how I feel about you.

And I am going to prove it, young lady.

I'm gonna make myself vulnerable right here, right now, for you.

So go on. Shoot me.

Okay, we do not shoot people in this family.

I don't know, mom. I think we established, we totally do.

I think she's got you there.

Move aside, please.

I am your father and I demand that you shoot me.

Rory, don't listen to him. Just put down the gun.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. It's the only way she's gonna believe me.

Come on, Rory.

You've wanted to hurt me ever since you got here.

So now's your chance. Pull that trigger.

Come on, go on, shoot me.

I knew he couldn't do it.

Lucifer?

Don't you two ever do anything like that ever again.

Promise.

- It worked? - Of course it worked.

You're my daughter and I love you.

You asked for it, well, here it is.

Lucfien

are you bleeding?

Yes, I am.

But don't worry about that.

Hand it over.

It's time to see how this story really ends.

Thank you, Dr. Linda.

In the five years that we have worked together,

it's you who has given me the insight, the wisdom...

To ascend the throne of heaven.

Some might say...

You've been a godsend.

I, Lucifer morningstar. The devil.

I've returned to heaven to rule as god almighty.

And it's all thanks to one woman.

A woman with the mind of a genius.

The Patience of a Saint.

A woman I adore with all of my heart.

The greatest therapist the world has ever known

Dr. Linda Martin, md, psyd, phd,

ma, mphil, master in science,

master in technology, master of the universe.

This is preposterous.

I mean, socks with sandals?

What, your dad wore them.

Linda, is this what you really think happens?

I don't know what's going to happen.

I have been the therapist to the the devil for the last five years.

And I still couldn't get him ready to be god.

I'm a failure.

So, I wrote a fake ending to make myself feel better.

Okay, seriously, why are you bleeding?

Uh, my daughter shot me.

- What? - No, don't worry.

It was completely consensual.

I self-actualized vulnerability to prove a point.

Lucifer...

Your conscious and subconscious mind

are finally acting in concert.

Do you know what this means?

That_

I no longer have to let my wings choose whether or not I'm gonna be god.

So...

You're finally ready to be god?

I am.

I am ready to be god.

But I am choosing not to be.

What?

Reading the doctor's ridiculous denouement, reliving

everything that we've been through here on earth.

Seeing how certain you are about...

Who you are? What you are?

It's made me realize...

I don't want to be god.

So I'm not going to be.

And I think deep down if...

I've always known it wasn't really my calling.

I have no idea what my calling is.

But I do know it's not me being god.

I hope you are not too disappointed by that.

No. I'm not disappointed.

I can never be disappointed by who you are.

I told you, I trust you.

I have no idea why you always have so much faith in me?

I do.

In my whole life I listened to mom talk about

how much she loved you.

Uh, kind of felt sorry for her, honestly.

But...

Reading this I get to see things from the other side.

Chloe...

I don't wanna die.

I won't let you.

But if you're up there, all I ask...

Is that you protect Chloe.

Detective!

No!

You're okay?

Now what do I do with this love I found?

What do I put in the hole inside the ground?

Oh, I'm falling higher

Flying deeper

oh, the love I found

what do I do with this smile trapped in my mouth?

How do I prove there's a ghost this time around?

It's like catching fire

walking on water

oh, the love I found

say the word and I'll burn it all

play the chord and I'll bleed some more

we ain't getting younger...

I choose you, Chloe.

Because_.

I love you.

It's good to know that he loved you.

Loves you back.

Rory, I hope that you know now that he feels the exact same way about you.

Yeah, I think I do.

Emotional progress you're all making here is really so beautiful.

You know, almost makes me forget about

the whole end of the world situation.

Oh, right, that.

Buzzkill, doctor.

But, don't worry, I'm sure amenadiel will figure it out.

He always does.

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks for picking me up.

Yeah.

Sorry, I...

Kinda ditched you at the wedding.

Big emergency.

You ever have one of those friends that every time they have a problem

- it winds up becoming... - The end of the world.

Yeah. Uh, I'm really glad that you get it.

Because I've got five of those.

Six, I guess.

Just so you know.

Okay.

So what's the word then?

Is the crisis averted...

Not yet.

But, you know, given everything we've been through,

I'd say I'm cautiously optimistic.

Good.

I'm so sorry, I know...

I know that's like, "welcome to vague town, population you."

Carol, I really wish that I could tell you more,

I do, but...

It's just not my secret to share.

Ella...

That's fine.

I know who you are.

And I trust our relationship.

So you don't have to...

Don't have to worry about that, we're good.

Listen, you...

You don't have to know every little detail about someone

as long as you already know their heart.

Right.

Right.

Couldn't save the world.

Didn't even realize that my client of five years

didn't want to become god.

World's greatest therapist, my ass.

More like world's biggest fraud.

Doctor...

Sit down.

Yeah, you may not have helped me ascend the throne of heaven,

but you did help.

- Really? - Yes.

You have helped me

learn to put others first.

You helped me repair relationships that have been broken for...

Well, millennia.

You helped me truly connect with the love of my life.

Dr. Linda Martin.

Phy. And all those things.

In our time together,

you managed to do something

not even god almighty was able to accomplish.

You have made me a better man.

Thank you, Lucifer.

That's the best compliment a therapist could receive.

Doctor?

- Doctor? - Sorry. Oh, so...

It's just been the longest day ever.

Hasn't it?

So, if you'll excuse me,

I have a very important appointment with a warm soft bed.

A well-earned rest.

Just wanna thank you

for this feeling

that I feel

Just wanna thank you

For making my life seem real

I just wanna thank you...

I know why the world is ending.

We need to talk.

Bollocks.