All language subtitles for Lucifer_S03E05_Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards.English (CC)

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

[chuckles]

[grunts and chuckles]

-[door buzzes]
-Mmm, mmm, mmm.

[grunts and chuckles]

[swallows] Simon. Working late, huh?

Orders went up again.
Got to make another batch.

-Mmm.
-If you don't eat it all first, Lalo.

[chuckles] Have fun cooking.

[beeps]

[bubbling]

Hello?

Somebody there?

[alarm beeping]

-[Trixie] Oh, hell.
-[Chloe] Trixie.

But, Mom, I lost Wonder Woman's lasso.

No excuses. You know the rules.

[Lucifer] Ah! Good morning, Detective.

Child. You texted to meet you here.

Yeah, I don't think you just have to
barge in like you own the place.

Anyhow, Pierce called from the hospital,
'cause, apparently he never stops working.

But we have a new case.

What, the case of the missing bedpan?
Riveting.

No, an actual case. So, let's get moving.

[sighs] Oh, hello.

"Swear jar"?

Oh, yeah, it's Trixie's.

You give your child money
every time she swears?

Well, bravo, Detective.

No, no, no.
She pays for every bad word she says.

Ah. Well, then, I'm even more impressed.

Really? Thank you, Lucifer.

Impressed that you extort money
from your offspring. [chuckles]

I mean, what a ridiculous idea. Bad words?

Determined by a set of arbitrary rules,
just like my father's.

Here, child.

This should buy you plenty of juicy words,
you swear away.

Trixie!

I am trying to get her to stop swearing

and teach her accountability,
ever heard of it?

Yes, I have actually,

and I happen to think
accountability is overrated.

I mean, take your
almost getting shot at the ranch.

First, I felt bad I wasn't there
to protect you.

-What?
-[clears throat]

[Lucifer sighs]

You shouldn't have felt bad.

Exactly, because accountability
is overrated.

No, because you don't need to protect me,
and it wasn't your fault to begin with.

You're right. It was my dad's fault

-[stutters] What?
-I mean, I'm sure it was him

manipulating things like he always does,

trying to teach me
a lesson about responsibility

or some nonsense like that.

Right, because that makes more sense

than someone shooting at me
because I was about to arrest him.

I know. And I'm so over him
getting in my head.

So, as of today, I've decided

I shall no longer be affected
by my father's shenanigans.

Really? Why do I doubt that?

Trixie, money in the jar,
then off to school.

Uh, child,

before you do that...

Oy vey. Someone forgot to exfoliate.

Victim's name is Simon Fisher, 42.

Senior food chemist
for Performance Pudding Plus.

And apparently, a very clumsy one.

This wasn't an accident.

The irregular scuff marks,
those indicate a struggle.

Ella's working on the cause of death.

Well, he obviously drowned
in this vat of semen. [chuckles]

It's pudding, Lucifer.

Sure. I've heard it called that, too.

Poor dude didn't drown,

and aside from his Freddy Kruger makeover,

no other wounds, so,

-my money is on death by scalding.
-Oh.

Can't be sure though until we get him
cleaned up and autopsied.

Well, I'm sure our resident pudding fan
must be loving this.

Don't even joke, man.
Pudding Plus is my favorite, okay?

Twice as much protein
as all the other brands.

Now with twice as much dead guy.

-Who found the body?
-[Lalo] I feel terrible.

If only I hadn't been
in the bathroom so long,

maybe I would've heard something,
seen something.

Maybe I could've prevented this.

Quite a lot of security, just for pudding.

It's a big business, thanks to
the secret recipe that Simon created.

Can't just let anyone
peek behind the curtain.

-Right.
-Well, we need to.

So, can you give us the access
to your security footage?

That's above my pay grade.

You'd have to talk to
the big man upstairs.

God?

Uh, no, the company's owner.

Oh, right.

His boss.

[sighs] How can I even eat this
after what I've seen?

Someone trying to tell me something?

Well, if he is,
don't let him inside your head,

learn from my mistakes, Daniel.

[Chloe] Lucifer.

Adrian Yates, the CEO of Pudding Plus,
is in the conference room.

He brought his security tapes.

Oh, excellent.
Who says solving murders can't be easy.

Mr. Yates, thank you for coming.

Your security footage
will be incredibly helpful.

-Did you bring the tapes?
-Sorry, but no.

What, why not?

Because I told him not to.

I'm Mr. Yates' attorney,
and the LAPD isn't laying a finger

on those tapes.

Mum.

[theme music playing]

[alarm buzzing]

[sighs]

You are not crazy.

All we know is you can't remember
the last few months.

You can pretend that you do.

Own it!

[sighs]

You will not... [chuckles]

Not give them a reason
to put you in a padded cell.

You looked surprised to see me.

Charlotte.

We just didn't expect to see you so soon.

Thought your brush with death
kind of changed you.

It has... Hasn't it?

Back to being Charlotte Richards, right?

Why are you here?

Apparently, someone was trying to
speak to my client without counsel.

I am here to inform you
that a stunt like that won't stand,

nor will your request
for any security footage.

We just wanted Mr. Yates' help.

A friendly conversation,

but this makes it seem
like you're hiding something.

Yes, an ulterior motive
for being here, perhaps.

Excuse me?

It's awfully curious timing,

you back in my life
with everything that's happening.

[chuckles] This is about me, isn't it?

If this was a social visit,
you would most certainly know.

And what we're hiding
is Pudding Plus' proprietary recipe.

Releasing those tapes would reveal
how their pudding is made,

committing their secret formula
to public record,

which could cost the company millions.

Besides, the killer's not on
any of the footage anyway.

Mr. Yates, it's best if I do the talking.

But all you can see is that there's
some sort of scuffle out of frame.

The killer is not visible
from any of the angles.

Okay. So, see, that there, that's a clue.

That means the killer knew
how to avoid the cameras.

This could be an inside job.
Who has the access to the lab?

I'm assuming
you're at the top of that list--

All right, Detective,
you can stop right there.

Mr. Yates, not a word.

-We're done here.
-Wait.

[chuckles] I'm not done with you.

Which part of my briefcase closing
do you not understand?

Still waiting for pudding man's autopsy.

Cleaning that tasty treat
off a boiled corpse,

tougher than you would imagine.

-I'd rather not imagine, actually.
-[indistinct conversation]

Oh, hey! Let's go somewhere
that's not here, like...

Over there.
I hear over there is really nice.

-[clears throat] Hi.
-Hello.

[sighs]

[Dan] Did you see that?

She barely even looked at me.

It's like she's
a completely different person.

Yes, very perceptive, Daniel.

What worries me is why is she here.
What's her angle?

Dude...

I cannot deal with your weirdness
right now.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

So I found seven Pudding Plus employees
with key card access to the lab.

Unfortunately, all seven,
including Adrian Yates, have solid alibis.

You don't say.

But I did find one other person
with a key card, an old one.

Adrian's former business partner,
Grace Foley.

She left the company two years ago
to start her own

rival pudding company, Heavenly Pudding.

-It's fascinating.
-Yeah, they're shooting their ad campaign

-here on Stage 69.
-Mmm-hmm.

It should be just past the creepy flasher.

[Lucifer] That's nice.

Lucifer, I know
you're not listening to me.

-[sighs]
-Creepy flasher, stage 69?

Sixty-nine, what? Where?

I reversed the numbers
to get your attention.

And what is so important on your phone?

I'm trying to reach Charlotte Richards.

She won't answer my calls
or respond to my texts.

Why are you so obsessed with your stepmom?

I need to talk to her,
get to the bottom of why she's returned.

Well, to represent her client, that's why.

[sighs] No, no,
it has to be more than that.

I mean, right when I'm dealing with...

[inhales deeply]

With complications
my father's thrown my way.

Her return has to be
another one of his grenades.

I thought you were done being affected
by your father's shenanigans,

-over him getting in your head.
-[sighs] You're right.

-I did say that, didn't I?
-Yes.

Okay. Okay, fine.

I am not thinking about Dad,
not thinking about Charlotte.

It's not working. Why is it not working?

Maybe you need a distraction,
something else to focus on.

[Lucifer] Detective...

You have never been more right.

But... No, I meant the case.
To focus on the case.

[indistinct chatter]

What the...

Not at all accurate, but...

I approve.

Unless Dad has something to do
with this as well.

[sighs] So conflicted, but...

can't look away.

[music playing]

-[Grace] No, no, no. More, more.
-[camera shutter clicking]

-Oh, come on, I need more pudding.
-[bell rings]

More. I want pudding everywhere.

This is a pudding commercial.

I can't sell the pudding
if I can't see the pudding.

And I want more pudding in,
what's her name, blondie's mouth.

I don't care if she can't breathe.
Go, now!

-Excuse me, Grace Foley?
-Jesus.

What... Why are your clothes still on?

I ask myself that all the time.

LAPD. We have some questions for you.

-How well did you know Mr. Fisher?
-[Grace] Simon?

I've been trying to poach that genius
ever since I started my own company.

Then what?
You got tired of him rejecting you,

so you snuck into his lab
and licked the pudding off

every inch of his...
[chuckling] Beautiful.

-Please.
-Sorry.

You think I killed him?

Vengeance, corporate sabotage,
all in one fell swoop, it makes sense.

[chuckles] Even if I did kill him,
which I did not,

you really think
I'm dumb enough to admit it?

Especially without my lawyer present.

Speaking of, let's get her down here,
shall we?

-What?
-She wants her lawyer here.

So?

So, maybe you should find out
what she desires more.

-Oh, you want me to...
-Just... Yes.

Okay, then why don't you just ask?

Miss Foley.

Personal space, ever heard of it?

[chuckles] You don't want to
call your lawyer, do you?

What are you doing?

Come on, tell me what you really want,
what's your greatest desire?

My greatest desire is to

stop shooting this exploitative garbage.

Garbage? What are you talking about?

-What you're doing is art.
-Is it though?

Well, despite the unwelcome reminder
of Dad and my wings,

I've never wanted pudding more in my life.

Exactly, because we're selling sex,

which has absolutely nothing
to do with pudding.

To distract people from the fact
that my pudding tastes like crap.

Ooh, that's an odd choice of flavors.

Well, even more motive for you
to sneak into the lab,

steal the secret recipe.
What, did Simon just get in your way?

I didn't need to steal their recipe.

Simon offered to sell it to me
three days ago.

-What?
-But then,

before I could agree to his terms,

he was murdered, and not by me.

More than anyone, I needed Simon alive.

[bells ringing]

If Simon was selling the secret recipe,

then this may not be about
corporate sabotage,

as much as corporate espionage.

If Adrian found out,
he'd want to stop Simon and...

Hello.

-Hi, again.
-What's your name?

[scoffs]

-Really?
-Good to see you again.

You, too.
That actually suits you, doesn't it?

[Lucifer continues speaking indistinctly]

[chuckles] Really, can I?

-Lucifer, can you come here?
-Just one moment.

Yes?

So I'm gonna ask Grace a follow-up.

Why don't you take your new friend
and escort her back to her trailer?

Her trailer? Are you suggesting...

Who are you?
And what have you done with the detective?

Put this on her, she looks cold.

Copy that.

Darling, would you like to take five
in the trailers?

And that's really why I just need to speak

to the woman whose body
once housed my mother's soul.

I don't believe it,
he's doing it again, isn't he?

-Who?
-Dad. He's in my head.

Ruining this moment
that you and I could be having.

I do apologize. [chuckles]

LAPD, don't move.

Let me guess, you work for Adrian Yates.

I think you've got me confused
with somebody else, lady.

I don't think I do.
Saw you watching us earlier.

Detective, what's happening?

Sometimes, big corporations,
they have fixers on their payroll

to prevent corporate espionage.

Or clever detectives from
learning about said espionage.

I'm not saying anything more
without my lawyer.

[Lucifer] Ah, wonderful.

Well, if he works for Yates,

that means his lawyer's
Charlotte Richards, right?

[Charlotte]
You said there was someone to see me?

Oh. Sorry to keep you waiting,
is there something I can help you with?

Yeah.

Answers.

What's with the cold shoulder, Charlotte?

Not just back at the precinct,
but my calls.

-You haven't returned any of them.
-Sorry, I've been incredibly busy.

All that time...

what did you think we were?

What did you think we were?

[sighs]

I have no freaking clue.

You seduced me.

You hack into my phone,
you become a suspect in a case.

You tell me I'm your favorite human,
whatever that means.

You almost die,
and then you ghost me for weeks.

Nothing about any of that
makes any sense to me.

I'm sorry, Detective Espinoza...

Dan.

It doesn't make any sense to me either.

Whether you understand it or not...

you don't just pretend
like it never happened.

You know what?

I'm just... I'm gonna let it go.

I'm gonna let Lucifer deal with you

because he is the only one
who ever really...

I guess, understood,
what you were up to anyways.

-So, Lucifer and I were close?
-Oh, in ways that I'll never understand.

Yes, I completely understand,
and I will definitely talk to Trixie.

This won't happen again.

Thanks.

That was Trixie's school calling.

Apparently, she's been using
some very creative language today.

Oh, do tell.

Well, she called her math homework
a "cluster duck,"

and her teacher a "mother flunker."

Did she not call anyone a "sock sucker"?
[chuckles]

What? It's just someone who sucks socks.

I can't believe you're teaching
my daughter loophole swear words.

[sighs] In my defense,

"mother flunker" was entirely
the little deviant's creation,

and very clever of her, I might add.

That's not the point.
I'm trying to teach my child a lesson,

and you just made my job
that much more difficult.

You parents, always with your lessons,
or as I like to call them "mind games."

Well, I'm about to get to
the bottom of my father's latest.

It's Charlotte time.

You're not Charlotte.

And yet people get us confused,
like, all the time. [chuckles]

Hi. Larry.
Charlotte is busy at the moment,

so Richards and Wheeler sent me.

[sighs]

Mother flunker.

-Where are you going?
-Well, I only came to see Charlotte.

Besides, having me here
would just make your job

that much more difficult, wouldn't it?

Well, hello.

What?

What are you doing here?

[laughs] I knew it,
you are back for a reason, aren't you?

Hmm?

Well, come on, tell me, why are you here?

[muffled grunting]

What in Dad's name are you doing?

[chuckles]

-Don't pretend you didn't like that.
-I most certainly did not.

-Lucifer, I know we were close.
-Not that close.

No sense in being coy,
we're all alone here.

-[muffled grunting]
-[piano keys playing]

No, no, no, no!

No!

I... [chuckles nervously]

I don't understand.

You couldn't keep our eyes off me
at the precinct.

Your desperate messages needing to see me.

[stutters] Detective Espinoza...

Heartbroken...

Because we were close?

From the...

first time since I woke up on that beach

and then, finally,
something that makes sense.

Of course, I'm sleeping with
Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.

[stutters]

And now you're saying that's not...

Not even that's the case.

[chuckling] Now, look...

I can assure you that
you and I have not or will not,

ever, ever, ever

sleep together.

Well, if not lovers,
then what were we, friends?

More like...

[breathes heavily] Family.

I can't... [chuckles]

Can't take this anymore.

[sighing]

I'm...

I'm missing time.

Months and months of time.

It's like...

Someone else was living my life,
ruining it.

My work. My relationships, I mean...

My family...

I have no idea...

why my husband got custody of the kids,

or why I've been denied visitation rights.

Ever since I woke up on that beach,

I've been pretending

[chuckling] like I remember it all,
because otherwise...

Everyone would think that I'm crazy.

Maybe I am.

You're not crazy.

[sighs]

You're just an innocent, aren't you?

Caught up in a game not of your own.

-Oh, believe me, I'm not innocent.
-[chuckles]

But I don't think I deserve...

What?

In my...

My missing time...

Feels like I was trapped

in some horrible nightmare.

Reliving it over and over and over again.

-It was almost like I was in--
-Hell.

Now you probably think I'm crazy, too.

Do you realize who you're talking to?

Right. Lucifer. [chuckles]

The devil.

Yeah, well, if you believe me,
then you're just as crazy as I am.

Or perhaps, you knew exactly
where you were.

Why would I go to hell?
It's not like I'm a bad person.

I work hard, pay my taxes,
don't hurt anyone.

[chuckles]

Well, perhaps, you feel more guilt
than you realize.

On the ridiculous off chance
that hell actually is possible,

how do I make sure I never go back?

[laughs]

[sighs] Well, this is
your second chance, correct?

So, perhaps avoid doing
devious and dastardly things from now on.

I mean, it's boring, I know.

Does knowingly impeding
a homicide investigation count?

Oh.

Why does stuff like this
always happen to me?

Because you're a softy, Dan,

it's one of the many things
I love about you.

No, what I am is a dummy.

She acts like I barely exist,
so what do I do?

I go to her office to get rejected, again.

You're being too hard on yourself.

And eating your emotions,
I thought you were giving that stuff up.

Can't just quit cold turkey, Ella.

Not at a time like this.

Hey, it could always be worse,
you can end up like our vic here.

Guess what his autopsy found.

Couple of kidney stones
the size of golf balls.

Ouch.

Dude was suffering from
intense renal failure.

I mean, even if he hadn't been
puddinged alive,

he would have died within days
from urinary sepsis.

What are the odds,

two horrible ways of dying
hitting the same person at the same time?

That's a good point.

What are the odds?

It says here that Pudding Plus employs you
to handle their corporate security,

and I know that Simon Fisher

compromised that security
by trying to sell your company's

most valuable secret to the other side.

-So?
-So,

would you consider Mr. Fisher handled?

My client doesn't need to respond to that.

You're right.
Guess we'll just leave it to a jury.

There is no other side.

Excuse me?

I guess Grace forgot to mention.
As of a month ago,

Pudding Plus and Heavenly Pudding
decided to merge.

-Tell her.
-It's true.

And also, not illegal,
last time I checked.

Richards and Wheeler are representing
the merged company.

So, whatever threat Fisher posed
by selling his recipe

to the other side, gone.

-No motive for murder.
-Then why were you following me?

I had to know
where your investigation was going.

Couldn't let Fisher's death
threaten the merger.

Do you know how much money is in pudding?

[door opens]

Detective, you're needed
in the conference room.

Ah! Detective, look who I found.

And she comes bearing gifts.

The security footage you requested.

Why are you handing this over now?
You seemed so opposed to it earlier.

It's recently come to my attention
that I need to make a change.

So, I'm trying to do what's right.

If I can prove my client is innocent,
and help you find your killer,

good conscience, here I come.

Hmm.

-You can't see the killer here.
-Just as my client said.

All this video shows
is what we already know.

That someone familiar with
the cameras went into this room,

and pushed Simon into the vat.

[Dan] Yeah, but everyone with access
had alibis.

[Lucifer] Are you not suggesting
a murderer

actually lied about
where they were, Daniel?

We double-checked 'em, okay?
They're all pretty iron clad.

Oh, my gosh.

Of course.

-[Dan] Whoa!
-What?

What the hell, Ella?

You're welcome. I just saved your life.

Check it out.
Two other secret ingredients, right?

Melamine and cyanuric acid,

separate, both are harmless,
but when combined,

they create a hard-to-detect toxin,
that over time can cause,

drum roll please, renal failure.

The kidney stones you found.

Yeah, looks like
the "plus" in Pudding Plus...

is poison.

[Dan] Poisonous pudding,
are you kidding me?

So, Simon must've gotten sick
from his constant exposure to it?

Well, what kind of idiot

would intentionally put poison
in their own product?

[Ella] These two chemicals

have been known to fake the appearance
of a higher protein content.

Which is Pudding Plus'
biggest selling point.

But wouldn't people eventually
realize that it's poisonous?

I mean, the company would lose everything.

Not necessarily.

If you have
hundreds of millions of dollars,

and you get sued for a couple of million,

you still have
hundreds of millions of dollars.

But people die.

Yeah. Well, it's the same calculation
the car manufacturers make

when they find out
they have faulty airbags.

Which costs them less, recalling the car,

or enduring the lawsuits?

[Ella] Yeah, but why would Simon

try to sell the formula to Grace
if it was killing him?

[Chloe] Unless he didn't.

Maybe when he found out what he created,
he was just trying to stop it.

And who better to expose
Pudding Plus' dirty secret

than their biggest competitor.

But Simon didn't know
the two companies were merging.

Soon they won't be in competition.

Suddenly everyone has motive
to keep Simon quiet.

Adrian, Grace, and the fixer,
three potential killers.

And as the merged company's counsel,
you represent all of them.

-Charlotte, where are you going?
-To join the peace corps,

donate my entire savings to an orphanage

or build a shelter for blind,
one-legged puppies.

Well, as long as you're not
being over-dramatic.

I thought delivering those tapes
would help clear my ledger.

But instead, it just revealed that
I could be defending three guilty people?

If that's true,
how guilty does that make me?

[sighs]

-This isn't a good time.
-I know how you've been treating Dan.

Okay? And I want you to know
that I got his back.

-What's that mean?
-I used to see a light in you.

But now, I don't know,
something's different.

All I see now...

is darkness.

Oh, there you are. Where'd you run off to?

Just needed to clear my head.

[sighs] Do you think
Charlotte'll be all right?

Yeah. Why wouldn't she be?
That woman's like a rock.

Like a very mean, scary,
hot, well-dressed rock.

Yes, well, you'd be surprised, Detective.

Okay. Well,

now that we know all three suspects
have the same motive, money,

I looked into the company's financials

to see who had the most to lose
if the merger failed,

and get this, it's none of our three.

You really think I killed Simon?

Lalo, we know you stood to gain
hundreds of thousands of dollars,

in vested stock options, once those
two pudding companies merged.

That's a lot of money, for you, obviously.

[inhales sharply]
But it all would have disappeared

had Simon revealed the truth
behind his illness.

You mean Simon really was sick?

You knew about that?

Sure, he said he was gonna die.

But I didn't take it seriously.

-He said a lot of things that night.
-What night?

About a month ago, we went out drinking.

Simon got wasted.

He started going off about how
Mr. Yates wasn't listening to him.

And that people were gonna suffer for it.

He said something about
how it was his own fault.

Simon said that
maybe he should just end it.

-End what?
-His life.

[Chloe] Huh.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

And you didn't think
to tell us this sooner?

Like, when he showed up dead.

Bunch of drunken nonsense?

It's not like he jumped into that vat.

I mean, boiling pudding.

There's easier ways to go.

But none so revealing.

-What?
-What if this was Simon's hail Mary?

A way to expose the truth
that he felt so guilty about.

So, you think the man actually
killed himself to lead us to the toxin?

Well, if he did, it worked.

That suicide version is looking
more and more likely.

The day before his death,
Simon changed his will,

he donated all his possessions to charity,
he even...

gave away his pet turtle.

Oh.

And the scuff marks on the platform,

he must've faked a struggle
to make it look like a homicide.

-To keep us investigating the companies.
-Huh.

[assistant] Hello, Charlotte Richards' --

Charlotte, good news, it was a suicide.

[chuckles] So, no need to worry.
You won't be representing any murderers.

Charlotte just left.
She went to meet some clients.

Why do I get the feeling Charlotte's
about do something very stupid?

So what's this about?
Why the last-minute meeting?

And why here?

Didn't we agree to delay merger talk

until after the LAPD
ends their investigation?

We did.
This meeting is about other business.

Personal business.

What the hell does that mean?

No one's leaving here until I figure out
which one of you murdered Simon Fisher.

[Grace] Um...

So, a funny thing happened
couple of months ago.

I sort of died.

And apparently there's a chance
I went to hell.

Oh, I know, I was...

I was as shocked as you are.
I'm feeling much better now.

Thanks for asking.

[chuckles]

Though there might be a slight...
[chuckles]

chance that I'm having
a nervous breakdown as we speak.

Anyhow, I've had some time to think,

and I'm pretty sure that my sin

was a lifetime of defending
known criminals and murderers.

Apparently nobody bothered to tell me
that all the blood that they shed

is on my hands, too. [chuckles]

Now, here I am, with a second chance.

And one of you... [chuckles]

is screwing it up.

So, speak.

-Which one of you killed Simon?
-Charlotte, none of us did it.

-He's right.
-No, I know

that Simon was about to blow the whistle
on your little secret.

So, one of you must've done it.

Why are we still sitting here?
I'm done listening to this crazy bitch.

-Sit down!
-Why don't you make me?

That can't be good.

-What the hell? You could've shot me.
-Very easily.

Now sit.

Look, lady, all I did
was intimidate Simon.

And I stopped as soon as
Adrian called me off.

I was just doing what he paid me to do.

We didn't need to kill Simon.
We kept him quiet.

And just sped up the merger.

We were all set to make record profits
despite Simon's nitpicky safety concerns.

Yeah, why would we go kill him
after all of that?

Well, I don't know. Loose ends, maybe?

And I'm gonna make this right
one way or another.

Charlotte.

-Wait.
-Lucifer.

They're telling the truth.

None of these scoundrels killed Simon.
He killed himself.

A dying man's plan to expose
the company and its crimes.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Charlotte...

they're innocent.

No! No, they're not.

Did you not hear what I just said?

Oh, I heard. So, they didn't kill Simon.

What about everybody
who eats their stupid pudding?

They all knew their product was poisonous.

Innocent people are gonna die
because of them.

I've lived my life finding loopholes,

ways of evading responsibility
for my clients,

for myself.

Turns out,

there are no loopholes.

If you're guilty,

you're guilty.

I understand that you want
to clear the red from your ledger,

but believe me, Charlotte,
this is not the way to do it.

Well, then, what am I supposed to do?

I can't go back. I can't go back there.

I can't.

Then here's what you need to do,
Charlotte.

Trust me.

[sighs]

Thank you.

What about them?

Well,

whilst I was lurking in the shadows

they said quite a few
incriminating things.

Detective, is that enough
for a proper perp walk of shame?

[Chloe over phone] Yup. Plenty.

FBI's gonna have a field day
with these recorded confessions.

You may not have pushed
Simon to his death,

but you'll pay for your role
in poisoning him.

-Nice win, partner.
-Thank you very much.

I'm just surprised
you let me into the factory first.

Well, I figured
it was your turn to get shot at.

-Ah.
-You know, you were right about Charlotte.

There's more to her than I thought.

-The things she said--
-Sounded loony?

No. Sounded like somebody
wrestling with their demons.

I couldn't help but overhear
what you said back there.

Sounds like you're going through a lot.

-I'm sorry you're struggling.
-You're right.

I am going through a lot. [chuckles]

But that's no excuse
for how I've treated you.

I appreciate that.

Maybe we could meet for coffee sometime.

Maybe.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything,
Daniel.

Charlotte, you ready for that ride home?

[sighs]

[Chloe] Trixie, can you come out here?

Hi, Mommy.

Monkey, I want to talk to you
about what happened today at school.

Did you tell Miss Morgan to go to "shell"?

I didn't technically break any rules.

[sighs]

You know what? Lucifer was right.

The swear jar, it's a dumb idea.

Mommy gave you a bunch of rules
without explaining things.

The real reason that we shouldn't swear
is that bad words make people feel bad.

And I know you don't want to
make people feel bad, right?

'Cause the truth is,
if you go looking for loopholes,

you'll always find them.

And I can't force you
to do the right thing.

You'll just have to learn that
on your own.

So, no more swear jar, okay?

-So, does that mean I get my money back?
-Nice try.

[door opens]

[sighs] Would you like to come in?

You're not gonna pounce on me again,
are you?

Because that was a smashing success
last time.

Come in, scaredy-cat.

After today, I need wine, stat.

This whole being-good thing,
tougher than I thought.

It's a nice place you've got.

Though, uh, you could stand
to nest a bit more.

I don't even remember getting this place.

I hope you like red.
I'm a rosé girl myself.

Apparently, while I was away,

I bought 30 cases of Merlot.

[chuckles] Yes. Sorry about that.

Why would you be sorry?
You're not responsible for my lost time.

No.

Yet I can't help but feel...

[chuckles] somewhat accountable.

Is that why you're here?

What, this strange,
inexplicable compulsion

to make sure you're okay?

[sighs] Very possibly. Dad be damned.

You spent time with me when I wasn't me.

What was I like?

Well, you were quite the handful,
actually. [chuckles]

Intense, jealous.

[inhales sharply] Hair-trigger emotions.

Prone to making cosmically epic mistakes.

But everything that you did,
the other you did, I...

I know that it came from a place

of love.

I will miss her.

More than she'll ever know.

But that isn't you, is it?

-No. No, it's not.
-No.

Right. Well, then...

[smacks lips] I look forward to
getting to know the real you.

And I, you.

Welcome back, Charlotte Richards.

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