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Previously on Lucifer...

Thank you for having my
back and for everything.

(gunshots)

MALCOLM: I could have told
everyone the truth.

You shot me.

Why didn't you?

'Cause I got big plans for you.

You betrayed me, Maze.

Lucifer, I...
I don't want to hear it.

We're done.

(gunshot)

It seems I'm dealing with a bit

of a mortality sitch.

I'm bleeding.

I'm just realizing the gravity
of what you're saying.

That I'm allergic
to lead projectiles?

All I have to do

is wait for some pitiful thug

to end you.

And right back to Hell you go.

People come to me to ask for
favors, and more often than not,

I'm happy to oblige.
What do you get?

A devilish I.O.U., if you will.

Who would take a deal like that?

They all do.

("Eez-Eh" by Kasabian playing)

(sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter, clamoring)

♪ I make you mad... ♪

Yeah, fantastic!

You're here.

♪ I'm just trying to put
the world to rights ♪

♪ And if you want to ♪

MAN: Yeah.
♪ I'll take you out... ♪

Ah, starving!
Can't think why!

(laughs)
Okay.

Thank you.

Uh, this should, uh,

well, this should
just about cover it.

(laughs)
Have a nice evening.

Oh, curious.

In your line of work, how many
times has it happened to you?

You know, like in those
wonderful Internet videos?

Your deliveries ending in sex.

Uh...

never.

Well, that changes tonight.

Come!

Come on!
Come, come!

Come.

I'm still on the clock.

Oh, you'll always
be on the clock.

But how often
will you be here?

Hey?
Oh, Brittanies!

Brittanies,

Yeah!
Pizza delivery guy.

Pizza delivery guy,
Brittanies.

BRITTANIES:
Hi!

Well, go on.

What are you waiting for?

Have fun.
Come on!

Lucifer!

Come join us.

Be right there, darlings.

BRITTANY:
All right.

♪ I'm just trying to set
the world alight ♪

♪ You got problems,
well, so have I. ♪

LUCIFER:
But I didn't

join them.

Three Brittanies in the Jacuzzi.

Three.

Why didn't I join them?

Why do you think
you didn't join them?

I don't know, Doctor.
That's what I pay you

to figure out, isn't it?

Have you ever considered that
all of this excessive partying

may be your attempt
to fill a void?

"Attempt"?

I filled five voids last night.

That's not what I mean.

A void

in your emotional life.

You sound...

...lonely.

"Lonely"?

Have... have you been listening
to a word I've said?

I am never alone.

I'm constantly
surrounded by people.

You know?
I party whenever I desire.

My bed never cold.

Lucifer, being alone

and being lonely
are two entirely

different things.

Are they?
Yes!

You may be surrounded by others,

but do you truly consider
any of those people

your friend?

My friend?

A peer you respect.

Someone you like
to spend time with.

Someone with whom you share
a meaningful connection.

Well, you and I
connect quite well.

I'm talking personal.

What about Maze?

No.

She and I are on the outs,
I'm afraid.

Long story filled with betrayal.

You actually make a cameo in it.

How about Detective Decker?

Do you consider her your friend?

(sighs)

Well, quite honestly, I...

I'm not sure what we are.

("Kitty Hawk (Break Science
Remix)" by Ki:Theory playing)

Lucifer?

Listen, can we tal...?

I don't have time
for traitors.

I get you don't want
to talk to me.

But someone else is here
to see you for a favor.

Not in the mood, Maze.

Trust me.

You don't want
to miss this one.

♪ You know this world
is full of an evil ♪

♪ It'll bury you
under the steeple... ♪

You wanted to speak with me?

♪ So I'm sending this out
to all my people ♪

Lucifer Morningstar.

Father Frank Lawrence.

(laughs)

A priest walks
into a bar.

I've heard this one before.
Never seen it, though.

At least not here.

Padre, how did you

of all people find me?

Don't let the collar fool you.

I have friends
from all walks of life.

People who tell me

you're the man to see
when you run out of options.

Ooh, what kind
of nasty trouble

have you gotten
yourself into then?

Pinched too much
from the collection basket?

I'm here about
a neighborhood youth center.

Sounds dreadful.

It is.... when you realize

it's being used as a front
for an illegal drug operation.

The center's director,

Lenny Arietta,
is recruiting kids

from my church
to move his product.

Ah, so this is about young boys,
of course it is.

One in particular.

A kid named Connor.

He's had it rough.

Lost both
his parents at six.

Bounced from home to home,
some juvie.

But deep down, a good kid.

So, diddling this one, are you?

(chuckles)

How about I not dignify that
with an answer,

and instead ask my favor?

I was wondering
when you'd get to it.

I want you
to talk to Arietta

before Connor gets involved.

And why not go to the police?

Got something to hide, do you?

They were useless.

Couldn't find
anything on Arietta.

Why not ask your
boss then, hey?

The Almighty Himself.

I already have.

Oh, no luck?

On the contrary,

I believe he led me to you.

I highly doubt that.

So that's it, is it?

Stop a drug ring to help
some kid get out of trouble.

What's in it for you?

What is it you really want?

That dirty dark
desire I can

see you struggling
to hold in.

What I really want...

Yeah?

...is to put my fist
through Arietta's face.

Ha!

And there it is.

Wrath.

Ooh, not so high
and mighty now, are you?

We all have demons inside.

My demon tends the bar.

So come on, what
else are you hiding?

Hypocrites like you
always have something.

You don't know
anything about me.
Oh, I know plenty.

You and I are
natural sworn enemies.

So, you gonna
help me or not?

My answer to you, Father,

is a big fat no.

Handle it yourself.

♪ ♪

CHLOE:
You're lucky I don't have
any active cases,

or else I'd send
this to Narcotics.

"Narcotics"?
No, no, no, no.

I don't give a damn
about the drug dealer.

We're here
to investigate the priest.

Priest?

I thought we were here to
talk to the youth director.

We are.
To get dirt on the priest.

He must be hiding something.

And what better to way
to stick it to dear old Dad

than prove that those
who speak on His behalf

aren't as virtuous
as they pretend to be.

You thought it'd be a good idea

to rope me into your
imaginary family feud?

Great.

Look, am I mistaken or
do you catch bad guys?

Now, this priest
is up to something.

Something nefarious--
I can feel it.

Last I checked, your feelings
don't count as probable cause.

Well, isn't the fact
that he came to me

probable cause enough?

Or I could just interrogate

this youth director by myself.

No, just let me do the talking.

Mr. Arietta?

Hmm.

Well, if I were trapped in here
with these vile children,

I'd lock my door as well.

Detective.

He's dead.

Wow.

Told you the priest
was up to something.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

M.E. puts the time
of Arietta's death

between 11:30
and 12:00 this morning.

'Cause was multiple hits
with a baseball bat.

There are some abrasions
on his face.

So it looks like he struggled
before he died.

And I found this.

Ooh, what's that?

It's a voice modulator.
Hey, can you not do that?

(distorted):
Detective, I am your father.

It's not a toy, Lucifer.

It could be evidence.

Well, I'm impressed.

Looks like the priest

handled it himself after all.

We don't know
the priest did this.
Well, maybe you don't.

MAN:
Detective Decker?

Hold on.

Oh, can you take that?

Yeah.
Thank you.

Hey, you're
the head counselor, right?

Uh, yeah.

Um, Eric Doyle.

Any idea who might've done this?

No.

I mean, everyone liked Lenny.

He was a good boss.

So, he had no enemies
whatsoever, no?

Especially any who wear
clerical collars?

So you know about the priest.
Oh, yes.

Yeah, that guy's always
coming around here

and getting
into arguments with Lenny.

Hmm.

But he's a priest.

Right.

Mr. Doyle, where were you

between 11:30
and 12:00 this morning?

Uh... here.

In counseling sessions
with, uh, Nikki and Connor.

Connor?

Well, that's the altar boy

from the priest's photo.

So, is it, is it true

Mr. Arietta's dead?

Well, duh, dumb-ass.

It is.

Yeah.

Did you know him well?

A little, I guess.

He, he,
I mean, he ran the place.

Do you know if Mr. Arietta was
involved in any drug activity?

(laughing):
Drugs?

I mean, I wish he was.

That would've made him
more interesting.

(chuckles)
Okay.

Enough about the dead guy.

Tell me everything you know
about Padre Pederast.

Who?

Father Frank.

Did you see him do this?

Do you think
he's capable?

Father Frank
kill Mr. Arietta?

Yes.

No.
No way.

NIKKI:
What do you mean "no way"?

The guy's a creeper and
totally obsessed with you.

He's just overprotective.

Ever since my parents died,

he feels like he's got to watch
out for me or something.

But he's a good guy.

He's just a little...

just a little annoying.

See?
Hmm?

Annoying.
Mm-hmm.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Uh, he-here this morning.

Yeah, preacher seemed
pretty pissed.

Oh.

Uh, wait, you don't
really think

that, like, Father Frank
did this, right?

100%.
Thank you.

You've been
very helpful.

Right.

See? Told you.

No, I hate to admit it, but
you might be on to something.

Sorry,
what was that?

You might be on to something.

That's him.

Frank Lawrence.

The most evil of people
have the most normal names,

I've experienced.

Beware anyone
named Keith.

Well, his criminal
record's pretty extensive.

Assault and battery,
disorderly conduct,

drug charges.
See?

Not very
priest-like.

But nothing
in the past ten years.

Ah, restraining order

filed by Lenny
Arietta last week.

LUCIFER: Ah, well,
it's funny how Padre Punchy

failed to mention
a restraining order.

Please tell me
now we have enough

to bring this priest down.

We have enough
to bring him in.

You ready
to go to church?

Bringing down a priest is
the only reason I ever would.

In. Bring him in.

Yes, bring him in so
we can bring him down.

(chuckles)

Hey, um,
you go ahead.

I'll... I'll meet
you downstairs.

(elevator bell dings)
Just something
I got to do first.

(door closes)
Hey, so I'm in the middle
of something,

but I haven't seen
you all week.

Are we gonna talk
about what happened?

What?

Our kiss, Dan.

It's kind of
a big deal.

DAN:
Right, I'm sorry, Chloe.

I've had a lot
on my mind.

Yeah. You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But we should talk.

About everything.
Just not here.

Okay, do you want to do dinner
at my place, get takeout?

Yeah.
Zhang Chow's?

(chuckles) Zhang Chow...
I was just gonna say that.

(chuckles)
Yeah, all right.

Sounds good.

Talk to you later.
Yeah.

Oh, how's it going, buddy?

Malcolm, what are
you doing here?

Oh, you didn't hear
the good news?

Back on duty.
(sniffs)

So soon after, um...?

What, my partner's suicide?

(exhales)

Yeah, can't let that keep
me down, am I right?

But don't worry.
I already got a new partner.

Yeah, convinced the higher-ups
to give me my first choice.

You.

Oh, my God.

Seriously, Dan, you
got to try this.

What's your game, Malcolm?

Partners? Are you kidding me?

Oh, well, what better way to
keep an eye on you, am I right?

I saw you talking
to Decker.

You want to tell
her, don't you?

What, that I'm the one
who shot you?

Why would I do that?

Your conscience.

I know you, Danny Boy.

You forget, this ain't the
first time we've been partners.

I looked the other way
a few times.

That didn't make us partners.
Sure, it did.

Yeah, and it ate away at you

until you finally had
enough at Palmetto.

DAN:
I didn't have a choice.

MALCOLM: No, I-I understand.
No, I get it, I get it.

No, you were just protecting
that wife of yours.

She saw me, I went for my gun.

Boom. No, you took me out
before I could take her out.

No, no hard feelings.

I understand.

But... the minute you
want to come clean,

you and I-- we
both go to jail.

Hmm?

I mean, you... you really want
to throw away your marriage?

Watch little Trixie grow
up from behind bars?

Think this through, Dan.

With you gone, uh, who's
gonna protect Chloe?

What do you want
from me, Malcolm?

Nothing much.

You're gonna go into evidence
and borrow something for me.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

("Voodoo Hack" by Strange Daddy
playing)

♪ Ghost town on a dirt track ♪

♪ I got a yellow moon
and a voodoo hack... ♪

♪ ♪

Knock, knock.

(chuckles)

Stay here while I look
for Father Frank,

and don't get into any trouble.
It's a church!

What am I gonna do,
pray too hard?

♪ ♪

Hello.

WOMAN: Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been three hours
since my last confession.

LUCIFER:
Three hours?

Speedy sinner,
I like it.

No, I just need
more guidance.

I'm still having lustful
thoughts about another man.

Splendid.

Who's the lucky fellow?

Um, my husband's limo driver.

What should
I do, Father?

Well, my dear, uh, you should
embrace your desires.

Really?

Uh, when I was here earlier,
Father Frank told me

I should be faithful
to my husband.

Well, I don't know why you're
listening to that fool.

I mean, let's be honest,
if you wanted to be faithful,

then you wouldn't be fantasizing
about your limo driver,

now, would you, eh?
You're right.

No, no, no, no, no,
don't feel bad.

You have those desires
for a reason.

You should act on them.

I mean, you can always come
back here, confess,

and all will be forgiven.

Isn't that how this system
of yours works?

When you put
it that way...

Lucifer, what do you
think you're doing?

(sputters)

For your penance, ten Bloody
Marys and a good shag.

I know you're there.

What, are you watching over me?

Like my own guardian angel.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Grumpy guardian angel.

Forgotten about
our deal, Malcolm?

Because I brought you back from
the dead for a single purpose.

Yeah, about that, I've...
been meaning to ask.

Why me?

Why you?
Yeah.

I mean, uh, I must be
something special

for you to go
to all that trouble.

Come on, don't flatter yourself.

You're simply in a unique
position to do what I need done.

'Cause I'm a cop.

That, yeah.

Yeah, and because I
know you'll do anything

to avoid going back to Hell.

Now, stop bothering me
with these questions

and just get to the task
I've given you.

Don't you worry
your shiny little head.

I'm already on it, all right?

Everything's going
according to plan.

Don't keep me waiting.

(chuckles)

Patience is not
one of my virtues.

I promise you, I... I got this.

Mr. Morningstar,
surprised to see you again.

Oh, I wouldn't miss this
for the world.

Father Frank, when was the
last time you saw Lenny Arietta?

This morning.

Despite the restraining order.

I answer to a higher authority.

Not today you don't.

What happened when you saw him?

We exchanged words.

Things got a little heated.

What were you fighting about?

That altar boy
of his, of course.

Why were you fighting
over Connor?

Because I'm worried that
Arietta's gonna pull Connor

into his drug ring.

So, what, you give
him a right hook?

Sadly, I did.

And then what?
And then I left.

LUCIFER:
Ooh, no, no, no, I think you
skipped a part, didn't you?

You know, the part where
you beat him to death

with a baseball bat?

He's dead?

Oh, Heavenly Father.

Oh, come on.

How gullible
do you think we are?

I had troubles with the man,
but he didn't deserve to die.

And I certainly didn't kill him.

Can you account
for your whereabouts

between 11:30 and 12:00
this morning?

Uh, I was here.

Taking confessions.

Mrs. Madison had a lot to say,
took up the whole hour.

By chance, does Mrs. Madison
have a limo driver?

She does.

Damn.

Just spoke to his alibi.

What?

The MILF in confession.

Oh, great.

Yeah, as much as I'm sure
that followed protocol,

I'm still gonna have
to question her myself.

Father, I'm gonna need you

to come into the station
for a statement.

Well, maybe the padre has
a twin brother

who also takes confession; that
way he could still be guilty.

Lucifer, seriously,
will you just...
(tires screeching)

Get down!

And you wonder why
I don't go to church.

CHLOE: I caught a partial
from the shooter's plate.

Can you run this for me?

You got it.
Thank you.

So I spoke to
Father Frank's alibi.

Checks out.

He was in confession
with Mrs. Madison

from 11:00 to 12:00.

He's not our guy.

(sighs)
Well, maybe she's lying.

I mean, you know the sort
of people that go to church.

Sinners.
(chuckles)

Lab results from the voice
modulator came back empty.

No prints, no DNA.

What, so you think
this shooting

and the youth director's
death are connected?

We know they have at least
one thing in common.

Father, you will be relieved
to know that no one was injured.

Oh, thank God.
Please don't.

You care to tell us
what that was about?

The shooting?

I don't know.

(scoffs)

This wasn't
a random attack.

They were
shooting at you.

But you don't
seem surprised.

What aren't you
telling us?

MODULATED VOICE: Keep your nose
out of our business or else.

The voice modulator
from Arietta's office.

You should have gone
to the police with this.

I assumed it was Arietta,
and I'm not afraid of him.

But if it's The Spider...

Spider?

I've heard whispers
of another dealer

trying to take over
Arietta's business.

People call him "The Spider."

Scary, violent reputation.

Do you know who this Spider is?

I don't.

You're holding something back,
Father. I can tell.

LUCIFER:
Hmm?

I have a confession to make.

LUCIFER: Finally!
Well, the truth

will set you free-- isn't that
what your beloved book says?

I lied when I said Connor was
in danger of becoming involved.

He already is.
Dealing for Arietta.

What, that's it?

Oh, please don't tell me

that's what you've been
holding back all this time.

Wait. If Connor's
already in deep,

why go to all this trouble
to protect him?

He's had it rough.

Thinks he can only
rely on himself.

He's a good kid,
Detective.

There's still hope for him.

Father, you were today's target.

We need to worry
about your safety first.

Do you have
a place to stay?

We can offer
police protection.

I'm fine right here.

This... is my sanctuary.

LUCIFER: Well, your
sanctuary just got shot

to high heaven, Padre.

But if you're looking
to lay low,

I believe I know just the place.

(women singing Gregorian chant)

♪ Do ya thang, girl ♪

♪ Do ya thang, girl ♪

♪ Do ya thang, girl ♪

Thought this might make you
feel more at home, you know.

Sure you did.

Hey.

(exhales)

So, partial plates
from the shooter's SUV

came back with
a couple matches.

But this is interesting:
one of them

was recently reported stolen
outside the youth center.

Oh, you think someone
inside's responsible.

I think it's too much of
a coincidence not to be,

but I ordered
traffic cam footage,

so hopefully it'll show us
who was driving.

Hopefully.

Couldn't resist, huh?

Well, the man deserves some fun.

Or you still want
to prove he's a hypocrite.

Well, what can I say?

Temptation's in my nature.

Hmm.

And how's that
working out for you?

♪ Do ya thang, girl ♪

LUCIFER:
Padre, does this
not bother you?

What can I say?

I love this song.

♪ Do ya thang, girl ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah... ♪

("Freaks" by
Machines Are People Too playing)

(chuckles)

You sure you're gonna
be okay in here, Father?

This?
Oh, absolutely.

I grew up in
places like this.

Oh, I find that hard to believe.

No one's born a priest.

Before the cloth, I was just

Frank Lawrence,
touring musician.

Really?

Let me guess... cowbell.

Close. Piano.

Good ol'
rock and roll.

Opened for Dylan,
Bowie, the Stones...

The Rolling Stones?
Yep.

It was a crazy time,
let me tell you.

I was a lot like you, really.

That's literally impossible.

Thought the fun
would never stop.

(chuckles)

Then, uh...

♪ It's time for you
to wake up... ♪

Father, you don't have to...

No, no, no, no.
Go on.

Car accident.

Ten years ago.

I was traveling with
Connor and his family.

Uh, Connor's dad was a drummer,

we used to play together.

Another car swerved
into our lane and, uh...

Connor lost both
his parents that night.

My daughter was with us, too.

She didn't make it, either.

Thought I'd seen some dark days.

Nothing compared
to losing my little girl.

My heart just...

cracked right open.

LUCIFER:
Well, you must have been

awfully angry
at your beloved God.

I was so... untethered.

Lost.

Turning to Him is what saved me.

So... hold on.
God stole your spawn

and then you decided
to worship Him?

I can't really
explain it,

but somehow it made me feel
that she was safe.

(laughs)

That's when
I discovered my faith.

The church gave me purpose.

It was there that I crossed
paths with Connor again.

Me, a parent
without a child;

him, a child without a parent.

♪ I think we had
a good time... ♪

We might not always
understand it,

but God has a plan.

Yes. I know.

But why does everybody always
think it's a good plan?

(phone ringing)

(clears throat)

Please excuse me, Father.

So can we just go back
to this absurd notion

that you and I are
in any way similar?

You're right. We're not.
Thank you.

I'm probably a much better
piano player than you are.

(playing
"Knockin' on Heaven's Door")

(riffing)

(chuckles)

D-Do you know
anything that doesn't

make me want to, you know,
impale myself?

Like, uh...

Something more upbeat.

Something a bit, um...

I mean, like, uh...

(playing "Mess Around")

Oh.

I think I know
what you mean.

Something
like that?

Yeah.
Okay.

♪ ♪

Father has got soul.

You ain't seen
nothing yet.

Oh.
Yeah.

You like to take the top?
Why not?

Excuse me.

(both continue playing, laugh)

Yah!

Hoo!

(both stop playing)
Oh.

Hi.
(clears throat)
Hi.

(chuckles)
Yeah, well, I suppose that
wasn't

completely terrible.

Not completely.

(laughs)

Um, sorry
to interrupt,

but Father Frank's story
about The Spider checks out,

and I got a lead.
O...

So...

...kay.

Right, well...

Well, you stay here.

You need the practice.

(laughs)

("Gypsy Cab" by Steve Conte
playing)

I talked to Narcotics,
and one of their CIs said

The Spider's rumored
to hang out here.

Well, I don't know why
you had to bring me along.

What, are you anxious to get
back to your new friend?

(scoffs) Please.

The Devil friends with a priest?

That's absurd.

It's absurdly adorable.

You know, it's okay
to admit you like the guy.

He's everything that
I stand against, Detective.

Yeah, well, sometimes
we get along best

with the people we're
most different from.

What?

♪ Don't wanna be no thug... ♪

Hey.

Look.
Oh.

Little Miss Sunshine
from the youth center.

Yeah, Nikki.

What's that she's doing?

Drug deal.

And a smooth one.

Maybe she's The Spider.

Ooh, black widow, then.
Lovely.

Wait.

She's giving it to someone else.

♪ Coming back down,
done runnin' around... ♪

To Connor.

♪ Cruising past the rehab... ♪

(gunshot)

Get down!
(gunshots)

(screaming)
LUCIFER:
Come on!

Important police work,

get on!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Gone.

Great.

And why was the black widow
giving her cash to altar boy?

(phone ringing)
You never want to carry

drugs and money on you
at the same time.

Makes you a target.

Or because Connor's The Spider.

Traffic cam footage.

Ah, from the church shooting.

So the boy the priest
was trying to protect

is the one
who tried to kill him?

Well, isn't that
an ironic kick in the cassock.

♪ ♪

This doesn't prove
Connor's The Spider.

It's pretty damning, Father.

And it's enough for the APB

that just went out.
Ah.

Connor's been declared
armed and dangerous.

Armed and dangerous?

The boy needs to be helped,

convinced to turn himself in.

Father, he shot at you.

He fired into a room
full of kids.

Yes, but he shot up, didn't he?

We'll do everything we can
to bring him in peacefully.

If you'll excuse me, I...

need some air.

Uh...

I have some
digging to do.

Will you watch over him
until I get back?
What...?

You want me
to babysit the priest?

I babysit you all the time.

(sighs)

(exhales)

(sighs)

Need a light?

(chuckles dryly)

No, thanks.

Quit years ago.

Still enjoy the ritual, though.

Always keep one on me.

Please tell me you didn't
come out here to talk to Him.

God?

This is as good a spot as any.

(laughs)

Right.

Does He, uh...

does He ever talk back?

I don't need to hear Him
to... hear Him.

If you know
what I mean.

Well, yes,
He never talks to me, either.

Listen, um...

sorry about the altar boy.

Surely you know
you're not to blame.

I mean, some people are
just... beyond saving.

That's where you're wrong.

There's still hope for him.

He shot up your church,

he's most likely running
a drug ring behind your back,

and, oh, yes, killed a man.

I don't believe that.

Look, what if it's true?

Then he needs me even more.

How can you still
have faith in this boy?

God has faith in him.

In all of us.

Even in our darkest moments.

Oh, you really believe that.

I do.

Why don't you?

Because He didn't
have faith in me.

I felt that way once, too.

But now I know,
deep in my heart,

God has a plan for me.

Oh, His plan for me
was quite clear.

How do you know it's finished?

(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

Mm.

(huffs)

What?

One of my parishioners, uh,

a lot of them are still
upset about the shooting.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

There.

I got what you wanted
from evidence.

Are we done?

Not by a long shot.

Partner.

(laughs)

♪ I want them bullets
in brains... ♪

Hey.

Did you leave Father
Frank upstairs?

No, he took a call.

I presumed he came down here.

Why would he do that?

♪ Who wants to roll with me? ♪

♪ I need your heart and a kiss ♪

♪ Like this... ♪

Maze, the priest,
have you seen him?

So you're talking to me now?

Have you seen him?!

He was down here on his phone.

Heard him talking
to someone named Connor.

He left to go meet him.
CHLOE:
He left?

Where to?

Maybe he's trying to convince
Connor to turn himself in.

No. He's probably trying
to hide the little miscreant.

Put his faith in God,
not the police.

Why do you care about a priest?

I don't.

Where would he
hide him?

Somewhere he considers
safe, I assume.

Sanctuary.

♪ ♪

FATHER FRANK:
You don't want to do this.

I know you. This isn't you.
CONNOR:
Sorry,

I don't have a choice, okay?
I have to do this.
FATHER FRANK: I get it.

You don't think
you can rely on anyone else

to survive--
but you're not alone.

I'm here for you,
whenever you need me.

CONNOR:
I don't need you! Okay?

I don't need anybody!

(whispering): Go on, then,
shoot the altar boy.

Shh.
In the leg or
something, obviously.

DOYLE:
Just do it, Connor.

Pull the damn
trigger already.

CHLOE (whispering):
That's Eric Doyle.

The counselor.

CHLOE:
That's our Spider.

DOYLE:
You know, Nikki... I trust.

But you?

I think you're too attached
to this preacher.

You're gonna
have to show me

that you're not.

No shot from here.

FATHER FRANK:
I know you, Connor.

That drive-by,

you intentionally
missed me, didn't you?

Stop talking. Please.

DOYLE:
Make him stop talking.

It's really easy.
You couldn't
do it then,

and you don't want
to do it now.

God's giving you

a second chance right here.

E-Enough with the
sermon, preacher!

Connor, just shoot
this son of a bitch already.

Just follow
your heart, son.

I have faith in you.

♪ ♪

(trembling breaths)

I can't do it, Doyle.
I'm sorry.
(drops gun)

I'm sorry, too, kid.

I can't allow weakness,

not when I've just
taken control.

No!

Father!

(Father Frank and Doyle
groaning)

CHLOE: Hands up.
Get down on the ground.

No, no, no, you idiot!
(gasps)

What the bloody hell
were you thinking?!

Unit 831 at St. Morgan's Church.
We need two ambos, code 4.

Don't go anywhere, you moron!

It's okay. I'm not
afraid of dying.

Well, you should be. It's really
boring where you're headed.

I hope so. I've had enough
excitement for one life.

Stop talking like that.

You've got more to do here.
You've got more people to annoy.

Pressure on the wound.

I am!

Just come on, Frank,
stay with me, stay with me.

(groans)

Oh, uh... at first...

I didn't understand why
God put you in my path.

But then it hit me.
(chuckles)

Maybe... He put me in yours.

I... highly doubt it.
(groans)

He gave up on me
a long time ago.

(panting):
You're wrong, Lucifer.

Remember...

your father...

has-has a plan.

My father?

Yeah.

You know?

(thunder rumbling in distance)
Frank?

Frank!

(whispers):
Frank.

(trembling breaths)

(quiet growl)

Time to pull the legs

off The Spider.

(seething breaths)

Lucifer...

Lucifer,
stop!

(Doyle choking)

Why did you do this?

I don't know, man.
Why?!

He was bringing
too much heat!

Why?! Why...?!

(choking)

CHLOE:
Lucifer, stop. Father Frank

wouldn't want this.

(quiet choking)

Stop.

(yells)

(Doyle panting)

(Connor sobbing)

(trembling breath)

(Connor crying quietly,
sniffling)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(siren blares in distance)

(sighs)

Connor gave us
everything.

The drug front.

How Doyle took on
"The Spider" name

and killed Arietta to
take over the business.

With Connor's
cooperation,

he won't do much juvie,
if any at all.

Maybe Father Frank
was right.

Maybe there's hope
for him yet.

(exhales)

You okay?

I'm fine.

Good night, Detective.

♪ ♪

(sighs quietly)

(lighter clicks open)

(flicking lighter)

(continues flicking lighter)

(angry yell)

You...

you cruel,
manipulative bastard!

Was this all part of Your plan?

It's all just a game to You,
isn't it?

Eh?

Well, I know punishment,

and he did not deserve that.

He followed Your stupid rules

and it still wasn't good enough!

So what does it take
to please You?

Break Your rules and you fall!

Follow them and you still lose?!

Doesn't matter
whether you're a sinner!

Doesn't matter
whether you're a saint!

Nobody can win,
so what's the point?

What's the bloody point?

♪ ♪

(piano playing
"Knockin' on Heaven's Door")

Dan, I know I wanted
to talk, but, um...

my mind, it's just...

Somewhere else?

Yeah.

Yeah, mine, too.

(exhales)

Can we do this another time?

Yeah.

(laughs softly)
No problem.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(stops playing)

Hi.

Bit late for a new
case, isn't it?

(laughs softly)
I'm not here for a case.

I'm here for you.

Oh.

Really?

Yeah.

Thought you could use a friend.

(exhales softly)

(clears throat)

Do you play?

Mm.

No. No, I don't.
Come on,

you must know
something.
No.

Uh... (groans)

(sighs):
All right, well...

let me see.

I had three years of lessons...
Mm.

and this is all I remember.

(playing "Heart and Soul")

(laughs) Surely,
you must be joking.

(stops playing)

(resumes playing
"Heart and Soul")

All right.

(Lucifer playing accompaniment)

♪ ♪

("Heart and Soul" continues)

(neon sign buzzing)

(quietly):
Mm.

(exhales):
Ah...

Mmm.

♪ ♪

Enjoying the life
I gave you?

(exhales, chuckles)

Hey...

did food taste this good
before I died?

'Cause I don't remember it
being this friggin' delicious.

I don't care what you're doing
with your new life, Malcolm...

except for what
I've asked of you.

What's taking so long?

Come on, come on,
chill out, Amenadude.

Here, have some
waffles. (sniffs)

Do you want to go back?

Do you...
want...

to go back?

Because I can

make that happen.

Yeah.

You're remembering it now,
aren't you?

I bet

your 30 seconds in Hell
felt like 30 years.

Imagine
what eternity

would feel like.
I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

Look...

I got it.

An untraceable gun.

It won't come back to me.

I'm ready now.

So...
(clears throat softly)

tell me...

who do you want me to kill?

His name...

...is Lucifer Morningstar.