All language subtitles for Lucifer_S03E10_The Sin Bin.English (CC)

[operator over phone]
911, what's your emergency?

Please, I need help.
He's gonna kill me. Please.

[keys jangling]

[thudding]

[screaming]

[upbeat music playing]

[man exclaiming]

Nothing screams "weekend" like tequila

and scantily clad women.

And tequila. Cheers.

-It's Wednesday.
-Mmm!

Exactly. The party's just begun.

Why are we celebrating again?

Well, isn't it obvious?

They apprehended the cad
who arranged my kidnapping,

gave me wings,
took away my Devil face.

Finally, Maze. Answers'll be mine.

Right.

Well, if you could say that
with less sarcasm, I'd appreciate it.

No, no. I'm sure you're right.

I'm sure a human jail
will stop a soldier of God.

That's actually more sarcasm.

I'm just saying, Devil face, wings.
Big deal.

If He wanted to hit you
where it really hurts,

there are other things
He could do to you.

Or take away.

Oh.

I'm talking about your life
in L.A., Lucifer.

The club, your job.

-Chloe.
-I know what you're talking about.

But I won't allow it.

I can assure you,
the only threat the Sinnerman poses

from now on is that ridiculous name.

Mmm.

They're bringing him in
for questioning in the morning,

so I'll get what I'll need
to break him then.

Good luck mojoing a blind guy.

[scoffs] I don't need eyes to find out
the Sinnerman's desire,

ergo his weakness.

There are other ways
to learn what someone wants.

What ways?

Just, ways.

Ah! Whoo!

Hello.

That's so hard.

Yes, always.

Why don't I help you
with your stick first?

-Go on!
-[women exclaiming]

[Lucifer] Oh, condoms!
[woman] I'm gonna try every condom!

[man] I want the ribbed ones.

T-minus 10, people.

The prisoner's in the house.

Eye on the prize, no screw-ups
and no one talks to him alone.

Man.

I just love watching Pierce work.

It's like a master class in ass whoop
with a minor in whatevs.

Yeah.

Just surprised
at how well he's holding up.

[Ella] Well, it is his job.

No, I mean, it's just...

There's no way I could be that stoic

if the Sinnerman
had killed my brother.

Wait, what?

I knew the case was personal,
but his own flesh and blood?

Holy bananas!
He must totally need a hug.

Ella, wait.

But Pierce needs our support
right now.

I didn't know
it wasn't common knowledge.

All right?
This isn't even my secret to share.

Right, of course,
'cause he's so private

and brooding, and hot.

Not that that is at all relevant.

Look, he's on edge.
Just don't bring it up, okay?

Okay.

[officer] Through this way. Come on.

Keep moving.

Nice to see you all again.

What? Too soon?

-Come on.
-Yeah, yeah. [chuckles]

He's certainly oozing remorse.

Pierce, we know he kidnapped Lucifer.

We have physical evidence
tying him to the hair salon,

the kid with broken legs.

I saw him with a gun,
standing over the guy he shot.

Don't worry.

At this point, a confession
is just icing on the cake.

-It's over.
-Is it?

-[door opens]
-[Lucifer] Ah!

Good.
Just in time for the main event.

Right, why don't you two
make yourselves comfortable,

and I'll take first crack
at Helen Killer here.

What? I thought he deserved
a new nickname now that he is blind.

I mean, you have to admit
"the Sinnerman" has become a tad old.

Not happening.

Last time you talked to him,
he gouged his own eyes out.

Yes, a minor inconvenience,
especially for him.

I mean, can you imagine
living in L.A.

and not being able
to enjoy the sunset?

There's not much of a view
from prison.

That's not the point.

-No one's talking to him but me.
-[Lucifer] What?

You can't seriously be suggesting
that you're the impartial party here.

I mean, he's clearly your Moby Dick,

and we all know
what happened to Captain Ahab.

Felled by savage revenge?
Dragged to the bottom of the sea?

Gosh, did they teach you nothing
at cop school?

I've read Moby Dick, six times.

Oh, really?
What happened on page 83?

[Chloe] So, what should I call you?

-"Sinner," is it? Mr. Man?
-Ah.

A census taker once tried to test me.

Excuse me?

I ate his liver with some fava beans
and a nice Chianti.

[laughs]

Uh, no, I'm sorry.

Always wanted to do that.

I mean... [scoffs]
Do love that film though.

Interesting time to make jokes
when two people are dead.

Hmm.

Whatever your name is,

this insanity plea,
it's not gonna fly.

You may be sick,
but I know you're not crazy.

Nope. There's a definite method
to my non-madness.

-Care to elaborate?
-No.

No, you'll figure it out.

Eventually.

Doesn't matter.

We've got enough to put you away
for a long, long time.

Speaking of, what time is it?

I can't see my watch.

[cell phone ringing]

-Ella.
-The Sinnerman's phone from evidence.

I'd pick up if I were you.

Oops. Too late.

Or you better hope it's not.

[cell phone chimes]

Help! Please, please, help me!

What is that?

Wild guess.

A woman trapped in a reservoir
that will fill with water.

Oh...

Pretty soon, I'd say.

[woman on video]
Help! Don't let him kill me, please!

Another victim? How is that possible?

Always keep 'em guessing.

Where is she?
Who else are you working with?

Well, I could tell you,

but what fun would that be?

The only way she'll survive
is if I take you to her.

Right.

Who's up for a field trip?

[theme music playing]

[operator on recording]
911, what is your emergency?

[woman] Please, I need help. Please.
He's going to kill me. Please.

[Ella] This is her initial 911 call.

[woman screaming]

The Sinnerman was in custody
when this woman was abducted,

which means he's working
with someone on the outside.

-An accomplice.
-[Chloe] Right.

Find the accomplice, find the girl.
Ella, what do we know about her?

Yeah. Maggie Cole, 26,
lives in Echo Park.

Tech tried pinging her cell,
but the battery's gone dead.

What about tracing the call
from the Sinnerman's phone?

Blocked and rerouted
through a server in Delhi,

so, like, zilch way to track her,
which is...

Wonderful news.

It means we can save
the life of poor, doomed Maggie

the far more expedient way.

We are not letting the Sinnerman
out of here.

He clearly desires freedom,

which means he's motivated
and likely telling the truth.

Following his lead
will be much faster

than running down clues,
dodging red herrings

and following up on random tips

from every Tom, Dick and dullard.

Hey, guys.

Uh, Unis, they checked out the parking
lot at Maggie's apartment.

No sign of her or her car.

Ah. See? I'm telling you.

Obi-Wan Can't-See-Me
is Maggie's only hope.

This is an obvious escape plan.

Find another way.

[Lucifer sighs]

Fine. Fine.

If you insist on doing it
the long way and investigate,

we may as well hurry up
and inevitably get back to my idea.

Okay.

What is Trixie doing
coloring crime scene photos at a desk

when we have
a psychotic killer in custody?

She's done wonders with that
mangled corpse, though.

Very artistic.

Didn't you book Mrs. Baczynski?

Look, I meant to, Chloe.

But I totally spaced on
this random day off school.

But don't worry, I'm handling it.
'Cause I'm super dad.

[Ella] Chloe, come look at this.

Wait. Zoom in.

Got a pretty good idea
of where Maggie spends her time.

Come on.

[rock music playing]

[whistle blows]

[announcer] And there they are
the fantastic Blazing Banshees.

And Derby Divas.

[crowd cheering]

So, Derby Divas versus
The Blazing Banshees.

It's derby's most notorious rivalry.

Ladies to-go. I'll take two.

-[grunting]
-[announcer] Whoa!

Nice sausage.

What, so, those aren't ladies?

No, "sausage,"
it's an offensive maneuver.

When Trixie started roller-skating,

I took her to the derby,
and it was love at first sausage.

[Lucifer] Ah. Right. Well, as much
as I'd love a bite,

how about we get back to proving that
your method of finding Maggie

isn't as good as mine?

Hello there, we're looking
for some misleading information

on a missing person, Maggie Cole.

The Slayer is missing?

When's the last time you saw her?

Uh, she ditched practice yesterday,

and she hasn't returned
my calls since...

Since what?

Since she got into
one doozy of a booby brawl

with our blocker, Helena Handbasket.

"Helena Handbasket"? Very clever.

Took both our pivots to break it up.

Oh...

Right. Let me guess.

Helena?

[announcer]
And there's Helena Handbasket!

Y'all didn't hear it from me.

-[Lucifer] All right.
-Whoo!

-Helena, can we...
-Busy.

[announcer speaking indistinctly]

...ask you a few...

Go away.

...questions?

Eat me.

Yes, please.

L.A.P.D.

Stop skating! Now!

["Cherry Bomb" playing]

[announcer] Oh!

What on...

Oh! Sorry, sorry.

[announcer] Oh, my God!

I don't think so.

[referee] Whoa.

Has to be a foul.

[people exclaiming]

One beer, please.

-Is this really the time?
-Always.

[grunting]

Cheers.

Well, get the cuffs out.

[announcer] Two more. Two more points.
The Banshees pull ahead.

[Lucifer] Got no idea
what the Sin Bin is,

-but I approve.
-It's a penalty box.

Oh, right.

[Chloe] You wanna explain why you ran?

Because you were chasing me.

See, no harm, no foul.

No, you ran because
you realized we're cops.

It's all Maggie's fault.

Typical she ratted me out.

So... Hold on.
You're saying you did abduct Maggie.

Abduct? What?

No, I just roughed her up a bit.

Roughed her up, why?

Because she stole my spot
as lead jammer.

Ah.

You know, after Faith Kill
had that car accident,

Maggie didn't deserve that position.

She can't even snow plow.

[inhales] Ooh.

Wheels turning, old theory crumbling,

and the only way
to discard this witness is...

-Where were you last night, Helena?
-...a plausible alibi.

I was on fresh meat patrol.

Mmm.

Good for you, Helena.

No. It means training a new crew.

Oh.

Shocker, they sucked.
I was here all night.

I didn't abduct no one.

What about Maggie's car?
Did she park here at the rink?

No. Free lot over on Sixth.

Maggie isn't just
a job-hogging bitch,

she's a cheap job-hogging bitch.

[Lucifer] Right.

Come on, Detective. Chop-chop.

More dead-end clues
aren't gonna find themselves.

Uh, hi, Mrs. Baczynski?

Wow. Um...

My deepest condolences.

Well, sweetheart, you won't be
staying with Mrs. Baczynski today.

Or, ever again.

-Great parenting, Dan.
-[chuckles]

Good to know that I'm not the only
questionable parent these days.

Uh, Charlotte. Hey. Hi. Yeah.

Yeah. Not my finest moment.

[Trixie] You're pretty.

How do you know Daddy?

She's my, uh, work colleague.

Sometimes, uh, friend.

Sometimes...

Um...

How's the new job at the DA's office?

Dull. What's a girl gotta do
to get a nice grisly murder

or a few underage drug mules?

I like you. You're funny.

And you're short.

Hey! What can I get you, sweetie?

Mocha whip with a shot of espresso.

-No. Not gonna happen.
-Mommy lets me.

That statement
would never hold up in court.

Decent poker face though.

Bye.

Bye.

Daddy, I have an idea.

[Chloe] If we can find Maggie's car,

it may lead us
to the Sinnerman's accomplice.

Or be a shameful waste
of the poor girl's precious time.

What about wasting my time?

What happened
to being on the same page?

You know, partners? Being a team?

Detective, I can assure you,

this is all about me
making sure you and I remain a team.

[scoffs] You know...

Maggie's car.

-Plates match.
-Right.

Lucifer, we have to call forensics
before we taint the evidence.

And waste more
of poor Maggie's precious time?

Lucifer, no.

[car alarms wailing]

Oops.

Whoever rigged that grenade

wanted that car to explode
the instant someone touched it.

No trace evidence means

we still have no way
of tracking Maggie.

I can't believe
I'm suggesting this, but--

Okay, fine. Perhaps
I shouldn't have touched the car.

We need to bust out the Sinnerman.

Not what I was expecting,

but thank you, Detective,
for finally seeing things my way.

You clearly feel strongly about this.

For better or worse,
you are my partner,

so I need to have your back on this.

Just one question, though.

How do you suggest
we get him out of here?

-I actually have a plan.
-Yeah?

But in order for it to work,
you need to do exactly what I say.

No more going off-grid,
no more destroying trace evidence,

no more Luciferness.

Is that clear?

As a chilled vodka martini.
Served neat, of course.

First, we need the keys to holding.

What, the same keys
old stiff-as-a-board

Pierce has locked away in his office?

I guess we'll need a distraction.

About that Pierce thing
this morning...

Oh... I cannot stop thinking
about that poor man.

Me too.
He's really going through a lot.

Maybe a little Ella
is exactly what the doctor ordered.

Crafty maneuver, Detective.
But do you really think

Ms. Lopez will fall
for such a blatant manipulation?

Uh...

Oh, my God. I'm so in.

But here's the thing.

I don't want it to seem
like I'm blabbing

Pierce's personal business
all over the precinct.

Totes understood.

All over it.

I did not hear it from you.

I am going to let him tell me.

Is everything all right, Lopez?

We lost Buttons when I was nine.

That was our pet corgi.
Buttons, I mean.

Sorry for your loss.

I mean, once I understood
how Buttons got out,

I was able to talk about it.

And the healing process
could really begin, you know.

I'll never, ever

forget that day.

How hard could it be
to find one tiny key?

Or for a tiny lab tech to trap

a hardened six-foot-four lieutenant
against his will?

For the longest time

I just wanted to find

whoever was driving
that evil champagne-colored hatchback

with the custom spoilers.

Uh-huh.

But then I realized

it wasn't about the hatchback,

it wasn't. And...

Where could they be?

[Lucifer] Okay, assuming we do manage

to swipe the keys
to the holding cell,

how do we get him out of here?

I mean, our sightless scoundrel
doesn't exactly blend.

All you have to do
is go up to that bomb tech

and hand her this.

Consider it handled.

Seriously? This is what you want?

The more important question is
what do you want in return?

Even if my charm does work
on the bomb tech,

and who are we kidding,
of course it will,

we still need someone
to sell the big finish.

Someone deserving
of a very special gift.

Ah.

What's this?

Too nicely wrapped to be
another severed head.

Seriously?

[ticking]

Call the bomb squad!

Everyone, evacuate. Now!

[grunts]

[exhales]

Eat your heart out, George Clooney.

Not literally.

Understood.

I cannot believe
that actually worked.

[Marcus] Well, it almost worked.

Did you really think I was gonna
let you bust him out without me?

[siren wailing]

Oh, put that down, please.

That was given to me
by the ambassador of Sweden.

-It's very--
-Ugly?

[sighs] Valuable.

There's nothing fun to do here.

I can't touch anything
or jump on anything.

And you don't have any toys
to play with.

I thought you'd be more exciting.

You could alphabetize
these case files.

[scoffs]

You don't have kids, do you?

Actually, I do. Two.
They live with their father.

That makes sense.

Well, it's for the best
since I'm so busy at work,

and if you don't mind,
I'd like to get back to it,

if I'm ever going to catch a case.

That makes no sense.

Well, if the department sees
that I'm working hard...

No, about your kids.

My mom and dad work,

and they still hang out with me,

together and apart.

Good for them.

Monopoly, roller derby,
climbing wall at the Y.

You could do stuff
with your kids, too.

Well, the truth is,

they don't wanna see me.

You're the mom.

You make the rules.

Are you and my dad having sex?

Uh...

It really is true
how the other senses kick in

once one is removed.

I could remove a few others
if you'd like.

[Marcus] Shut up and walk.
Both of you.

[Sinnerman] Hundred more yards,
then we have to turn east.

So, why did Mr. By-The-Book change
his mind? Why are you helping us?

Because you were right.
It's the best way to find the girl.

The Sinnerman desires freedom.

He wants to escape.
I'm here to make sure he doesn't.

So, you really think this is a trap?

That this accomplice
is laying in wait?

Why else would he lead us
to the middle of nowhere?

Right. Ambush. Well, I guess
we'll just have to go nut to butt.

Have Charlie do the foxtrot,

cover each other's sixes
and all that.

You know? Hooah!

Military terms?
Weren't you a serviceman?

Yeah. We don't talk like that.

-[Maggie] I can't breathe!
-I hear something.

[Maggie] Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

I can't breathe!

Maggie, hang on!

[coughing]

[Marcus] I got you.

You're safe now, Maggie.
You're gonna be okay.

Where's Lucifer?

Where's the Sinnerman?

His accomplice was here. Damn it.

They've got Lucifer, too.

Come on. Pick up, pick up.

[voicemail] Hello. This is Lucifer.
You know what to do.

Preferably in the nude.

Damn it.

How could I be so stupid?
I knew this was a setup.

No. Breaking the Sinnerman out
was my idea.

This is my fault.

It's my watch.

This is on me.

We're already canvassing.
Let's put out an APB for three men.

We may not need an APB.
We have Maggie.

I was leaving the rink,
and he chased me.

I made it to my car,
but he was too strong.

He grabbed me, threw me in a van,
and then I woke up here.

Did you see his face?

He was wearing a mask.

It sounds like it happened fast.

How would he have had enough time
to rig the car with explosives?

[Maggie] Um...

He must have gone back
and put the grenade in later.

We didn't mention a grenade.

Look, I...

Okay.

I made it all up.

I wasn't attacked.

I abducted myself.

-Why?
-All I wanted

was to be my team's lead jammer.

But I could never compete with that
spotlight-stealing bitch, Faith Kill.

So I went to this guy
who grants people favors.

We need a name.

He just goes by "the Sinnerman."

I asked him to get rid of Faith,

and the next thing I know
she's in a car accident.

I never wanted anyone to die.

So, he took out your competition,

then demanded you repay him
by faking your own kidnapping?

And the 911 call,

the explosion...

He was going to kill me too
if I didn't do it.

There was never an accomplice.

Then, who kidnapped Lucifer?

No one.
He wanted to be alone with him,

so he kidnapped the Sinnerman.

[dark music playing]

[gasps]

Oh, good, you're awake.

Just in time for the fun to begin.

But before we start,
one tiny adjustment.

There we go.

[chuckles]

Much less creepy.

[grunting]

Where am I?

Well, I thought we'd extend
our little field trip.

I save my Hills estate
for only very special occasions.

My very own sin bin, if you will.

It's poetic, isn't it?

The man who desired freedom
fell into his very own trap.

Is that what you want?

To be my warden?

Oh, no.

No, the only thing I desire
is answers.

So, time to make a deal
with The Devil.

You give me what I want,

and I might give you what you want.

I'm not gonna tell you anything.

Oh, yes, you are.

You had me kidnapped,
dumped in the desert,

somehow made my
feathery burdens grow back,

and then took away my Devil face.

Why?

You will talk.

And you will give me what I want,
wings off, Devil face back.

Because no one decides
who I am but me.

Ooh.

I'm sensing this is the part

where the said Devil face
would kick in, right?

[yelling]

[Sinnerman] Okay, okay.

I'll tell you what you need to do.

But it's not gonna be easy.

First,

you have to draw a pentagram,

sprinkle some powdered eye of newt,

and then wait for a full moon.

How's your howl?

[laughs]

Freaking impossible to make it
through that with a straight face.

Tragic error, my sinful thug.

What are you gonna do,
punish a feeble blind man?

Oh, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, right! You can't see.

[chuckles]
Allow me to paint you a picture.

Meet Hell's most brutal torturer.

The pleasure is all mine.

-Are we sure he's not celestial?
-Are you questioning my expertise?

He's definitely human.

-And you tried waterboarding?
-Twice.

-Bamboo under the nails?
-Do I look like an amateur?

Nickelback on repeat?

That's where I started.

Well, what kind of a demon can't
procure answers from one puny human?

You wanna give it a try? Be my guest.

Gladly. Hand it over.

No.

I've pushed that guy to his limit,
anything else might kill him.

You and I both know--

Angels aren't allowed
to kill humans. Yes.

Or are they?

Lucifer, don't be an idiot.

No, no, no. This is the answer
to all my problems, Maze.

Killing the Sinnerman
is exactly what I need to do.

We need to find out
where Lucifer took him.

Okay, so unis checked at Lux
and the penthouse,

but no sign of Lucifer
or the Sinnerman.

And of course his cell's still off.

-Any hits on the van they took off in?
-[Ella] Nada.

He must have had a car stashed,
and then ditched the van on the way.

-This may help.
-[Chloe] What's this?

High-end real estate?

It's every place Lucifer owns
in Southern California.

Part of Espinoza's Lucifer files.

Um, why do you have files on Lucifer?

Chloe and I were married.

So what if I did some due diligence
on my wife's new partner?

Call it being protective.

Not the word I had in mind...
[coughs] Stalker.

But whatevs.

Lucifer plants a bomb at my desk,
and I'm the creepy one?

Um, actually. That was me. Sorry.

The bomb was fake.

Wow. Okay.

Human heads. Explosives.

Can someone send me, I don't know,

a muffin basket next time?
That'd be nice.

There's over a dozen properties here.

Oh, and some are like an hour away.

-I guess we have to check each one?
-Maybe not.

I think I know where they are.

I'm a demon.
Big fan of death and destruction.

But killing a human
is angel no-nos 101.

Look at your brother.

Total power loss and
he only got murder adjacent.

Precisely my point! If I kill
a human, then I lose my wings.

And because I've been
such a naughty angel,

I get my Devil face back and, bonus,

I'd rid humanity
of our sightless psychopath.

Three birds, one Sinnerman.

Mmm-hmm. In theory. Except,
your father's gonna be pissed.

You kill a human,
one that He sent to do His bidding--

Exactly!

Look. You said it yourself, Maze.

If I don't stop this now,
who knows what else He'll do

or who He might take from me.

Okay.

Wait.

Where are you going?

Happy hour at the Chateau.
Text me when you've done the deed.

What...

Actually, I'll be able to tell
by the plague of locusts.

[scoffs]

You're sure that
they're in the Hills?

I mean, pretty sure.

He said, "Imagine living in L.A.

and not being able
to enjoy the sunset."

Just like Lucifer
to bring a blind man

to the place with the best view.

-And you know him that well?
-[sighs]

I thought I did.

I just hope we can get there before
he does something he can't take back.

Honestly, an embarrassment of riches,
really.

So many delicious ways
to kill a human.

Let me see.

Starving rats. [clicks tongue]

Too time-consuming.

Gunshot. Banal. Oh, I know!

Oldie but a goodie, beheading.

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

Honestly, can you at least try
to look threatening?

All right.

[indistinct]

Slight improvement.

Well, I can't kill you sitting down.

You need to stand up
and face me like a man.

[groaning]

Well, come on.

[groaning]

I'm to your left.

Your other left.

I'm right here.

Hello! Marco!

[sighs]

There's no glory in wrestling
a starving bear.

Perhaps a last meal of some kind
to perk you up.

Hello.

Caviar.

You're going to feed me?

Just because I'm about to slaughter
a man in cold blood

doesn't mean I'm not civilized.

No. Just means you're stalling.

[laughs]

Don't be preposterous.

I've waited a long time for revenge.

I'm simply savoring the moment.

I want you to feel your failure.

The knowledge that
long after you're gone,

I shall continue to live here

however and with whomever I choose.

Or you don't have what it takes
to kill a man.

Not many people do.

Perhaps you're a coward.

[Sinnerman chuckles]

He's here.

Evil. Smug. Homely. Bingo!

You win the grand prize
at the Painful Death Raffle.

So unless you want a bonus round
for being a loudmouth, I suggest--

Me? You're the one
doing all the talking.

Actually, you know what?
I'll boil you alive.

Top most painful way to die,
according to Buzzfeed.

Right. I'll need a pot. A big one.

[Sinnerman]
How about drown me with a flood?

Or strike me with lightning?

What cheesy metaphor
would you prefer?

Apple? Tree?

A chip off the old block?

-Like father, like son?
-Enough!

Pull the string, puppet master.

[sighs] Damn it. Where are they?

Take the upstairs.

You're right.

[scoffs]

I don't have it in me
to kill a human.

No. No, wait.

You have to do it.

Hold on.

I wondered why you, the evil genius,

-hadn't sprung a more clever trap.
-It has to be you.

Because I was the trap.

You never wanted freedom.

Your true desire was to die,

and, for some reason,
you need me to do it.

Yes. You supposedly believe
in free will.

-Then honor mine!
-Why do you need me to do it? Why?

Why?

No.

No!

He's gone.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[siren chirping]

Pierce, I'm sorry. I know you didn't
want it to end this way.

It's the only way it could end.

[Chloe] You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Something very strange
just happened here.

Um, a "thank you for saving my life"
might be appropriate.

Actually I wasn't the one in danger.

I figured out that you're the one
who grabbed the Sinnerman.

Clearly things went south.

No, let me explain what happened--

What happened was
you didn't follow my lead,

and as usual, you did whatever
the hell you wanted.

Detective, I understand
that my interest

in getting our blind barbarian alone
may have been a tad selfish.

But it turns out, I was the pawn.

I don't have time for this.

It was the Sinnerman's plan
to be snatched by me all along.

He wanted to die.

Pierce smoothed things over,
if that's what you're worried about.

The official statement says that you
were grabbed in an escape attempt.

You think I care what Pierce thinks?

No. I don't think you care
what anyone thinks.

That's not true.

I told you, I did this for us--

For us? For the team?

I had your back on this, Lucifer,

and for whatever reason,

you still felt the need
to go behind mine.

[door opens]

-Daddy!
-Hey.

So, the afternoon went well?

[Dan chuckles]

Hey, uh, as a thank you
for watching Trixie,

maybe we can go
grab that coffee sometime?

Uh, we got coffee this morning.

-Yeah.
-I'm kidding, Dan.

[exhales]

Dinner would be more romantic.

-It's okay by me.
-Dinner it is.

-Good night.
-Bye.

You are the best wingman ever.

Yes, it's me, again.

I don't care what they or you say.

I wanna see my kids.

I'm their mother.

-What are you looking for?
-Answers.

There has to be something
in Sinnerman's personal belongings.

I'll be right back.

I just want to say...
Oh, my God. You killed it.

I mean, killed him.
I mean, I obvi wasn't there-there,

but I just read
the crime scene report,

and holy burrito bowl, with your
take-down-the-bad-dude heroics and--

Lopez! Just stop talking!

What on Earth...

[Marcus] Well, I'm here.

This couldn't have waited
till morning?

Time-sensitive, I'm afraid.

Or in a way, the opposite.

Just tell me what you want.

Right. Well...

We're both familiar
with the accomplice theory,

that our blind barbarian
had someone working for him.

Yeah.

Right, well, then it occurred to me
that what if the Sinnerman

was the one working for someone else.

What if he was the accomplice?

Exhibit A.

[clears throat]

Here is Mr. Sinnerman as a child,

with a man that he seems
very close to.

Interesting birthmark.

It's a very similar shape to
your military tattoo, actually.

Wouldn't you agree?

So?

So, it stands to reason that this man
would be very, very old by now.

Or, if he isn't,
he'd have to be immortal.

An immortal crime boss.
Just like you're The Devil.

Yes, I know. It does sound absurd,
doesn't it?

So, as such, there's really
only one way to prove my theory.

Where did I... Ah, there it is.

[groans]

[Marcus groaning]

[exhales]

[screaming]

I wonder why I didn't
figure it out sooner.

The world's first murderer.

Marked by God

and doomed to walk the Earth
alone for a tortured eternity.

It's quite the moniker.

Yet, still,

nowhere near as ridiculous
as the Sinnerman.

[grunts]

Wouldn't you agree, Cain?

You may as well pour me one, too.

[theme music playing]