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¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü
- ¢Ü I'm sick of seeing ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Your face so much ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Television's off ¢Ü

 

¢Ü But you won't shut up ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü
- ¢Ü Oh, oh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Give it up ¢Ü

 

¤»¤»¤»¤»¤»¤»¤»°³¼Ò¸§..........

 

¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü

 

[INHALES DEEPLY]

 

[EXHALES]

 

Welcome back to the land
of the living, Mr. Getty.

 

What...?

 

What happened?

 

Just a little brush with death.

 

You had us worried there for a while.

 

Oh.

 

[GROANS SOFTLY]

 

Is my wife here?

 

No.

 

I'm sorry, you haven't had any visitors.

 

Well...

 

we have been having some trouble lately.

 

But you know what?

 

Second chance on life.

 

Maybe it's not too late
to turn things around.

 

¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü

 

[WOMAN GIGGLING]

 

[MAN AND WOMAN CHATTERING]

 

[QUIETLY]: No, you wouldn't.

 

[WOMAN GIGGLING]

 

No.

 

[WOMAN LAUGHS]

 

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

 

So, sorry to shag and
run, darling, but, uh,

 

I'll see you next time.

 

All right.

 

Ah. Lovely.

 

¢Ü Aren't you really tired
of taking your clothes off ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Making people think
that you're so tough ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Oh, oh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Give it up ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Please... ¢Ü

 

Who the hell does he think he is?

 

Lucifer Morningstar.

 

You're serious? That's his name?

 

What kind of idiot calls himself that?

 

The kind who owns this place.

 

Don't think I haven't
noticed you watching me.

 

I know what this is about.

 

You do?

 

Yes,

 

and the answer is no.

 

I will not sleep with you.

 

Excuse me?

 

It's not because you're
a man. It's just because...

 

Well, I don't find you attractive.

 

But maybe I could

 

introduce you to someone
more, you know, your league?

 

There's a chubby fellow over there.

 

I'm sure he wouldn't mind giving
you a reach-around or something.

 

I'm married... to a
woman, thank you very much.

 

Oh. Does she know you're gay?

 

My wife,

 

who's the smartest and
funniest person I ever met,

 

and the only woman that I've ever loved,

 

is sleeping with another man.

 

A sleazy, arrogant,
womanizing piece of garbage.

 

Well, then, why are you wasting
time trying to pick me up?

 

You should be punishing him.

 

Oh, don't worry. I'm going to.

 

Oh, are you? Great.

 

What are you gonna
do, spoons to the eyes?

 

Ants inside his urethra?

 

A Urethra Franklin,
as I like to call it.

 

I think I'm just gonna
punch him in the face.

 

Well, that's not enough for
someone who stole your wife.

 

- You're right.
- Yeah.

 

You should destroy him.

 

Tear his very life apart piece by piece.

 

And normally, I'd help you do that,

 

but I've picked up a new
hobby recently. Detective!

 

REESE: Detective?

 

Yes. LAPD, and I'm a consultant.

 

You? You work with the police?

 

Started a couple of weeks
ago. It's quite fun, actually.

 

Hey, you know, I've
been trying to reach you.

 

Detective, meet my new friend. Uh...

 

- Uh, Reese.
- Hi.

 

- Ah. Owner of the pieces.
- [REESE CHUCKLES]

 

Good to meet you.

 

Uh, sorry to interrupt, but I need

 

my consultant to sober up
and join me at a crime scene.

 

Oh, sounds lovely. All right.

 

Nice meeting you.

 

LUCIFER: Yes. Oh.

 

Good luck with the
punishing. [CLICKS TONGUE]

 

REESE: Hey, boss, I got something.

 

Sleeping in your office again?

 

No, I'm working on my new story.

 

It's about a shady nightclub owner.

 

[LAUGHS] My top investigative
reporter wants me to approve a piece

 

about overpriced booze
and go-go dancers?

 

No, no, it's a con man.

 

On paper, didn't even
exist five years ago.

 

Tells everyone he's the Devil.

 

[SCOFFS] So he's a weirdo.
I don't see a story.

 

He's consulting for the LAPD.

 

I've got a bad feeling
this guy's up to no good.

 

Remember the last time
I had a bad feeling?

 

How can I forget your Pulitzer

 

when you won't stop reminding me?

 

This son of a bitch is hiding something.

 

Who he is, how he's
exploiting the police.

 

Whatever it is, the people
deserve to know the truth.

 

Bringing this guy down,

 

there wouldn't be a personal
reason behind it, would there?

 

No. Of course not.

 

Lucifer!

 

Reese. Excuse me.

 

What are you doing here?

 

Have you come to tell me about
the punishment you delivered?

 

Probably not best to go into
detail in a police station.

 

No. After we met last
night, I realized how...

 

fascinating you are.

 

Oh, well, I can't argue with that.

 

I'm a journalist for the LA Telegraph.

 

So I pitched my editor, and she
said I could do a piece on you.

 

No. What, an entire
article dedicated to me?

 

[LAUGHS]

 

Right. Well, let's start with a talk.

 

Gosh, this'll be fun.

 

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

 

REESE: Can you tell me
about this guy, Lucifer?

 

Yeah, he calls himself "the Devil."

 

He helped me out with
some gambling debts.

 

Saved my life.

 

Five years ago?

 

I heard he was somewhere
terrible down south.

 

He introduced me to my husband.

 

And my horse.

 

Maybe Florida?

 

It's weird, but this is L.A.

 

I don't know what to
tell you. I love the guy.

 

Just love that guy.

 

Everyone here just loves Lucifer.

 

I don't like Lucifer.

 

Really?

 

For starters,

 

someone's been stealing my pudding.

 

And I don't think it's a coincidence

 

that it all started when he showed up.

 

No.

 

And I'm not exactly in love
with the idea of my wife

 

putting herself in danger
just so some club owner

 

can have fun playing cop.

 

You and Detective Decker are married?

 

We're separated.

 

Oh, but still,

 

that's got to be hard watching them

 

frolic around in front of you.

 

I wouldn't say "frolic."

 

[BUTTON CLICKS]

 

Happy to keep this off the record.

 

Separated is not divorced.
There's still time.

 

Excuse me. Hi.

 

Uh, I know you.

 

Aren't you the guy from Lux?

 

Reese Getty, LA Telegraph.

 

I'm here to write a story
about you and Lucifer.

 

Oh, right.

 

"Former B-movie
Actress Turned Detective

 

Works With a Whack-Job Consultant."

 

Sounds about right.

 

Yeah. No thanks.

 

Detective Chloe Decker.
I did my research.

 

Hot Tub High School, your dad, I get it.

 

You don't like the press.

 

I don't have time for this.

 

I have work to do that
actually contributes to society.

 

I hate to be the one to break it to you,

 

but your lieutenant and
my editor are like this.

 

I've been assigned to ride
along with you, Detective.

 

So we can either make
this a pleasant experience,

 

or we can do it the hard way.

 

I'll pick the hard way.

 

¢Ü Dancing in the fire ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Yes, I'm dancing in the fire ¢Ü

 

REESE: So, you just started
showing up at crime scenes,

 

and eventually, she
let you work with her?

 

LUCIFER: Uh, more or less.

 

Yeah. Um, excuse us. [CLEARS THROAT]

 

No, no, no, just... I'll
stay out of your way.

 

Just pretend I'm not here.

 

Here you go.

 

What am I supposed to do with these?

 

Wear them... like you always do.

 

- Oh, right, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

 

- I don't.
- Hi.

 

DAN: Our victim's name is Poppy Parker.

 

She owns an organic cosmetics line.

 

Sort of a local celebrity
for all-natural skin care.

 

CHLOE: And, uh, what are all these?

 

These are boobs. Yes,
I'd know them anywhere.

 

C-cups to be precise.

 

Oh, look at these.

 

CHLOE: Please don't...

 

juggle the evidence, Lucifer.

 

- [LUCIFER SIGHS]
- But it's fine if he does, 'cause,

 

you know, they've
already been processed.

 

LUCIFER: They're called
"fun bags" for a reason.

 

Actually, this one is a
calf implant, so you should

 

have that, Detective Douche.

 

Looks like you've been skipping leg day.

 

Yeah, they're very, um,
low quality, actually.

 

More outdated

 

than Dan's flip phone.

 

Don't think any

 

surgeon in L.A. would use these.

 

CHLOE: Hmm. Okay. We'll look into it.

 

Lucifer, he does this.

 

He notices things that
normal people are too...

 

normal to notice,

 

but it, uh,

 

has a tendency of paying off.

 

It does. [CLICKS TONGUE]

 

DAN: Why would he do this

 

to someone who values natural beauty?

 

To punish her?

 

Well, that is a very
good question, Daniel,

 

but as an expert in punishment,

 

because I'm the Devil...

 

- Hmm.
- This isn't punishment.

 

This looks like

 

someone making a statement.

 

Well, maybe you're right.

 

Needle mark on the lip,

 

bruising around the injection.
This wasn't postmortem.

 

Poppy wasn't as all-natural as
she wanted everyone to believe.

 

She's a fraud.

 

Someone wanted

 

to reveal that the people
around her can't trust her.

 

Ah.

 

If that's the case,
I've seen this before.

 

Oh, very good. Go, Reese Lightning.

 

[LAUGHS]

 

CHLOE: So, Daniel Moore, vegan chef.

 

Curiously found with
raw meat in his mouth.

 

Ah. So vegans can't enjoy
a healthy sex life? [LAUGHS]

 

Tough crowd.

 

Turns out, he owns a cattle ranch

 

in Montana, and the
environmentalist who was found

 

drowned in jet fuel, he
actually owned a private plane.

 

So, someone's killing charlatans. Ah.

 

The worst kind of scum.

 

Next to boy bands.

 

All three victims had trace amounts of

 

the exact same poison in their system.

 

Same profile, same M.O.

 

This is a serial killer.

 

Yes. The Completely
Justified Killer of Phonies.

 

If that's what you
name him, I want credit.

 

The first scene was
found over a month ago.

 

The environmentalist, a week ago.

 

And Poppy here was found
just a few days later.

 

I think the killer is
becoming more obsessed.

 

He's accelerating his timeline.

 

We have to catch this guy
before anyone else dies.

 

Why does Lucifer work with you?

 

CHLOE: I told you, it's an...

 

unconventional
partnership, and it just...

 

That's not it.

 

What's he get out of it?

 

You'll have to ask him.

 

Hi, hon.

 

I know you've been avoiding me.

 

I mean, things have been... off lately.

 

But I want to try and
turn things around.

 

Can we talk?

 

I miss you.

 

Leave Lucifer Morningstar alone.

 

Or you'll be too dead to regret it.

 

I'm onto something, aren't I?

 

You can't scare me off.

 

I've been threatened by worse than you.

 

I guarantee you haven't.

 

[GRUNTS]

 

Oh, Mr. Getty.

 

I need you to look up this address.

 

Something shady

 

- going on here.
- O-Okay, but there's, uh...

 

Got to be a drug den,
human trafficking...

 

Mr. Getty, your wife's in your office.

 

Really?

 

My wife?

 

How do I look?

 

Uh...

 

[SIGHS]

 

Reese.

 

We need to talk.

 

Linda.

 

You look... wow.

 

We should go to dinner.

 

Our favorite Italian
place is still open.

 

I'll make reservations.

 

Reese, why are people in your
office calling me your wife?

 

Because you are my wife.

 

No. We're separated.

 

It's been two years.

 

That's actually why I'm here.

 

I have been more than
patient, but it's time.

 

Sign the divorce papers, please.

 

[SIGHS] Is this because
you're seeing someone else?

 

No. No, this isn't because
I'm seeing someone, Reese.

 

You can't keep leaving
me voicemails like that.

 

Things are not "off
lately," things are over.

 

You need to move on.

 

I can't move on.

 

Don't you know how much I love you?

 

You never give up.

 

It's one of the reasons
I fell in love with you.

 

But that was a long time ago.

 

Not that long ago.

 

This is classic denial.

 

It's a self-defense
mechanism that you...

 

Don't analyze me, Linda.

 

Sorry.

 

We're over.

 

Sign them.

 

I'm working on something,
and I need a little more time.

 

Why? Nothing you're working
on is gonna change anything.

 

24 hours, that's all I'm asking for.

 

Okay, if I do...

 

you'll finally sign the papers?

 

I promise.

 

Hey. Did you find anything
about that address yet?

 

It's a known hot spot
for trading stolen goods.

 

I knew he was up to something.

 

Fencing? Smuggling? Or worse?

 

Well, I can do some
research on the building.

 

No, I need proof right now.

 

Lucifer's duffel bag.

 

I need to get it.

 

¢Ü Just keep telling
yourself there's no shame ¢Ü

 

¢Ü They don't know 'bout who we are ¢Ü

 

¢Ü They don't know 'bout you and I ¢Ü

 

¢Ü They ain't know 'bout
the stars of your eyes ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Hot blood love is gonna get you ¢Ü

 

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

 

[SCOFFS] Another piano?

 

[WOMAN WHIMPERS]

 

[WHIMPERING CONTINUES]

 

REESE: What the...?

 

Uh, uh, don't worry.

 

I'm gonna get you out of here.

 

[WHIMPERS]

 

LUCIFER: Well, hello.

 

What the hell are you doing here?

 

Well, it appears I've caught
you sneaking into my penthouse.

 

So perhaps you should
answer that question.

 

What story are you really
looking for, reporter?

 

I'm gonna expose you
for the fraud you are.

 

[LAUGHS]

 

And save this woman.

 

Don't you try and stop me.

 

I won't. She might, though.

 

Who is this guy, Lucifer?

 

He doesn't seem very fun.

 

REESE: You're not tied
up against your will?

 

Um, no.

 

I'm pretty into this.

 

At least I was until you got here.

 

All right, that doesn't matter.

 

I know I'm onto something.

 

Otherwise, why would you send
that crazy ninja woman after me?

 

Crazy ninja wom... oh, Maze?

 

No, I didn't send her.

 

She's just a tad
overprotective, that's all.

 

Demon bartenders, you
know how they can be.

 

What about that pile of
cash I saw you give that cop?

 

Yes, to buy his duffel bag.

 

Hard to find quality leather

 

with such tensile strength.

 

The bag.

 

That's right.

 

This will prove everything.

 

What is this?

 

Are these sex toys?

 

LUCIFER: Edible sex toys,

 

to be precise.

 

Not exactly FDA approved,

 

so I had to sneak the delicious things

 

through customs.

 

How could I be so wrong?

 

About so many things?

 

[SIGHS]

 

Look, I know why you're upset.

 

You thought you had a nice,
juicy scoop for your paper.

 

And I don't blame you.
You're just doing your job.

 

Unfortunately for you,
the only juicy thing here

 

is the, uh... Watermelon Willies.

 

They're pretty good. You should try one.

 

- Mm.
- I'm allergic to watermelon.

 

Oh. Look, why don't you come with me?

 

The detective just called
with some sort of lead.

 

I always find catching
a killer cheers me up.

 

I mean, I was gonna do
Veronica first, but...

 

you don't mind waiting, do you, darling?

 

- Not at all.
- Good.

 

Come on.

 

Excuse me.

 

Do you mind?

 

[MUFFLED]: Thank you.

 

CHLOE: You were right about the implants.

 

They were pulled from the market
years ago due to rupturing.

 

Oh, a moment of silence for all
those poor, mishandled breasts.

 

CHLOE: They're illegal to sell anywhere,

 

but we pulled a partial serial number

 

that pointed to a
plastic surgeon's office

 

in Beverly Hills.

 

Wait, you, Scarface?

 

You resent your clients, don't you?

 

- I don't...
- You want them to suffer.

 

I do.

 

I want all of them to suffer.

 

DAN: Good work on the case.

 

Realizing that his scar

 

made him resent other
people around him...

 

that was good.

 

Good detective work.

 

CHLOE: Reese, you okay?

 

Reese.

 

REESE: You were right.

 

About?

 

I wanted to write a piece that
showed that your partnership

 

was a dangerous joke.

 

That Lucifer was a fraud.

 

But the truth is

 

he's just frustratingly, annoyingly...

 

a charming guy.

 

And you and him...

 

[SIGHS] you two work well together.

 

There's no story here.

 

I'm just gonna drop it.

 

Is this some weird journalist tactic

 

to get me to lower my guard?

 

I wish.

 

No, this is just me
getting out of the way,

 

so you can do your job.

 

Catch more killers.

 

CHLOE: Unfortunately,
Barry's not our killer.

 

He sold expired medical goods

 

from the office, including
some tainted Botox

 

that poisoned a few people.

 

And although

 

he'll spend a very long time in jail,

 

he's not our guy.

 

But if he sold supplies to the killer,

 

he should know something.

 

Well, he wouldn't give us
any information on the buyer.

 

Probably scared, but
we'll get it out of him.

 

Detective, the
lieutenant's asking for you.

 

Okay.

 

Uh, excuse me.

 

Be right back.

 

Thank you.

 

LUCIFER: Right.

 

Now the detective's
gone, let's have a chat.

 

Just the two of us, shall we?

 

BARRY: Look, I don't
know anything, okay?

 

Yes, yes, you plead ignorance,

 

and then we sweat you until
you finally give us a name.

 

I'm sorry, I don't have time for that.

 

I've got a lovely lady
tied up back at my place.

 

So I'd like to speed things up.

 

[BARRY YELLS]

 

BARRY: Listen, listen, man,

 

I... wait... [STAMMERS]

 

Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

 

I don't know his name!

 

I only know his, his username, okay?!

 

"TruthDog21"!

 

Please! Stop! [CRIES]

 

Oh, oh!

 

[PANTING]: Oh.

 

Oh...

 

[GASPS]

 

You have to stop seeing
Lucifer Morningstar.

 

How did you get that name?

 

- Uh...
- Okay, invading my privacy

 

is one thing,

 

but if you're stalking my clients...

 

I'm not stalking him.

 

I was working on a story with him.

 

Oh, okay, so you just happened
to be working on a story

 

with Lucifer.

 

Okay, I know this sounds crazy, it...

 

He's the Devil.

 

And I-I don't mean in-in a,

 

in a douchebag,
club-owning kind of way.

 

I mean...

 

he's the actual Devil.

 

Yes, Lucifer is insistent
on this Devil persona.

 

No, he isn't some patient.

 

That's just a ploy that
he used to seduce you.

 

Okay, so that's what this is about.

 

It is none of your business

 

who I sleep with.

 

It is if it's Satan himself.

 

I don't think you've understood
exactly what it is you're doing.

 

Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing.

 

I'm enjoying myself with someone

 

who doesn't make me feel trapped.

 

Lucifer is someone who is

 

completely present in the moment.

 

Who gives me 100% of his attention.

 

And doesn't demand anything from me.

 

I guess if you want to vilify him

 

and call him the Devil...

 

No, he is the Devil.

 

But being with him

 

is the most liberating
experience of my life.

 

I see, he's-he's got you
under some sort of spell.

 

You know, I've been
incredibly patient with you,

 

because I still care about you,

 

still worry about you.

 

But I just can't take it anymore.

 

Okay, if I can come up with
proof that he is the Devil...

 

Sign the papers!

 

You've got a lot you
need to figure out, Reese.

 

You're right.

 

I do.

 

¢Ü ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Nah-no, nah-no, no, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Keep my head down,
burn underneath the sun ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Caked in coarse ground ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Skin, leather-baking brown ¢Ü

 

¢Ü You better roll with it ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Bury the guilt ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Underneath the sun ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Keep my head down ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Shovel beyond the throes ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Devil's whistlin' now ¢Ü

 

¢Ü We are what even knows ¢Ü

 

¢Ü You better roll with it ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Bury the guilt ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Underneath the sun ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Nah-no, nah-no, no, no, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü No, no, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no ¢Ü

 

¢Ü La la, no, no, no. ¢Ü

 

[KNOCKING]

 

CHLOE: Reese?

 

It's Detective Decker.

 

We could really use your help.

 

[SIGHS]

 

How can I help you, Detective?

 

Shower and a shave, maybe. [CHUCKLES]

 

We're here about the serial
killer case from last year.

 

I thought the killer went dormant.

 

He has,

 

but we're still investigating
the case, and we've had a break.

 

All the victims were

 

local celebrities who were featured

 

in the Telegraph's style section.

 

You think he read the article?

 

And we hope he commented
on them. We have a handle

 

we think he used, TruthDog21.

 

Well, the comments are public.

 

- You can search them.
- We have.

 

We didn't find anything, but we want...

 

But I was complaining to the detective

 

about some posts of mine
that have been removed

 

from a web site for roosters
of award-winning size.

 

[LAUGHS]: You see, I was
posting pictures of my...

 

CHLOE: Okay.

 

Okay.

 

Does your paper archive
redacted comments?

 

Uh, anything that's
threatening or violent.

 

Or of award-winning size.

 

REESE: Uh, yeah, sure.

 

Just give the information
to my assistant.

 

He'll gather the info. It
might take a day or two.

 

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

 

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

 

You still haven't
destroyed him, have you?

 

Excuse me?

 

That sleazy piece of garbage

 

who was sleeping with your wife.

 

No.

 

I'm starting to think

 

- that he might be undestroyable.
- [CHUCKLES]

 

Well, perhaps you're not

 

thinking outside the box enough, Reesey.

 

Don't be afraid to take a big swing.

 

It can be therapeutic.

 

Oh, speaking of...

 

[GROANS] I'm late for
my own therapy. Again.

 

[CHUCKLES] She's gonna kill me.

 

She said that was a ridiculous idea...

 

- Linda.
- LUCIFER AND LINDA: Reese.

 

What, you know him as well?

 

- My ex-husband, Reese...
- Linda.

 

- Stay back.
- Your ex-husband?

 

So we're tunnel buddies.

 

- Hey.
- [GUN COCKS]

 

You realize what you just did?

 

You just ruined a
perfectly good Burberry.

 

- What kind of monster are you?
- REESE: See?

 

- He's the Devil! I told you.
- Y-You tried to kill him.

 

Yeah, but I didn't. He's
invincible because he's the Devil.

 

- See? There's your proof.
- Reese...

 

You're lucky the detective isn't here.

 

You'd be cleaning my
blood out of the couch.

 

Put the gun down, Reese.

 

Right, I don't need
it anymore. Look, I...

 

I know it's a lot to process,

 

but you've got to believe me.

 

Reese, I know he's the Devil.

 

What?

 

You... you... you do?

 

Is this what you were trying
to tell me all those months ago?

 

[GASPS] I saw his real face.

 

If you see it, then you'll know.

 

I have seen it.

 

And I know.

 

I know

 

- how unsettling it can be.
- LUCIFER: Yes.

 

And if you're this unsettled by me,

 

I'd hate to see what you're gonna do

 

to the scoundrel who's been sleeping

 

with your wife.

 

LINDA: I'm so sorry.

 

I didn't realize what
you were going through.

 

I didn't know the truth,

 

and I didn't think you did either.

 

But you know now.

 

And you're still seeing him?

 

LUCIFER: Only professionally, Reese,

 

much to my disappointment.

 

When I first learned
who he really was, it...

 

[SIGHS] it-it turned
my world upside down.

 

But he's not what you think.

 

He's the Devil!

 

Oh, it's not like I've hidden that fact.

 

- He's evil incarnate!
- No.

 

No, he's a good man.

 

He's my friend.

 

All this time I've been...

 

trying to prove to you who he really is.

 

And not only

 

did you already know...

 

you didn't care.

 

Sit down, Reese, let's
talk this through.

 

- No, no.
- Please, Reese.

 

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

 

Your assistant left your
redacted comments research

 

on my desk.

 

Are you still working on
this nightclub owner thing?

 

He's not just a nightclub owner.

 

So do you have a story for me,
something I can actually print,

 

or just arts and crafts?

 

This has to stop.

 

- Now.
- I can't.

 

I can't let this guy win.

 

You have filed, barely,

 

a dozen other stories this year.

 

And you have nothing to
show for all this work.

 

- Reese!
- [SIGHS]

 

This guy has won.

 

I'm telling you this as your friend.

 

If you don't

 

let this go, it's going to
be the end of your career.

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil, man? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil, man? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil, man?

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha ¢Ü

 

LUCIFER [ECHOING]: You're
lucky the detective isn't here.

 

You'd be cleaning my
blood out of the couch.

 

¢Ü No mercy, no mercy ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil, man? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you ready for the Devil, man? ¢Ü

 

[KNOCKS]

 

- Alvin Kapitski?
- Yeah.

 

Registered on the LA Telegraph web site

 

as "TruthDog21"?

 

I wanted to ask you a few questions

 

about some comments that you posted

 

on some stories we
ran about Poppy Parker

 

and Daniel Moore.

 

Okay.

 

Okay.

 

I knew this day would come.

 

I'll surrender quietly.

 

Oh, no.

 

I'm not a cop.

 

I'm a reporter.

 

I just want to talk to you.

 

You're here to do a story on me?

 

Well, my job is to dig up the truth.

 

Expose people for who they really are.

 

And once I saw your work,

 

I-I realized that

 

- you were just doing the same thing.
- Yeah.

 

Yeah, I was.

 

I'm back on my meds now.

 

I'm trying to be good.
It's hard, but I'm trying.

 

- I'm trying, I'm trying.
- I get it.

 

It's just, I met this guy

 

recently.

 

Biggest fraud I'd ever encountered.

 

Yeah?

 

I tried to expose him,

 

show everybody the
liar that he really is.

 

What happened?

 

He won.

 

They always do, don't they?

 

Unless someone does something.

 

What's his name?

 

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

 

Hi.

 

- Thanks for coming.
- Hey,

 

you're helping me, so thanks.

 

Although I have no idea
why we had to meet here.

 

Those them?

 

Yeah, uh,

 

all the redacted comments.

 

¢Ü ¢Ü

 

Uh, but first,

 

I never did get to interview you.

 

You know, you really had me fooled.

 

Thought you were different.

 

Fine, ask away.

 

What do you think Lucifer gets

 

out of this partnership?

 

CHLOE: You already asked me that.

 

Uh, but you never answered.

 

Um... I think,

 

a long time ago,

 

somebody wronged Lucifer.

 

I think he avoided dealing with it,

 

and he hides

 

behind the partying

 

and the women and the drinking,
and who knows what else.

 

And with the LAPD,

 

working on each case, it
gives him an opportunity

 

to right those wrongs, to fight back.

 

[CHUCKLES]: Oh.

 

You think that's funny?

 

Uh, no, no. I'm sorry.

 

REESE: I just think, uh,

 

you give him more credit

 

than he deserves.

 

Well, I don't think you give him enough.

 

¢Ü After the rain ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Washes away our sins ¢Ü

 

¢Ü They never said that
love is a twisted game ¢Ü

 

¢Ü And no one ever wins ¢Ü

 

You may be right.

 

¢Ü We've been here before ¢Ü

 

Thanks, Detective.

 

¢Ü You want something more ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Lover, best friend ¢Ü

 

¢Ü My worst enemy ¢Ü

 

¢Ü You know I won't... ¢Ü

 

CHLOE: Um... [CLEARS THROAT]

 

these, uh...

 

these look incomplete.

 

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

 

WOMAN: Help! Help, help!

 

- Help! Help!
- Help! Help!

 

[CROWD MURMURING]

 

She's dead.

 

[MOUTHS]

 

CHLOE: What happened?

 

ELLA: Yeah, you were right.

 

Looks like the same poison

 

that was used by that serial killer

 

you guys were after.

 

They did this under my own roof.

 

My home.

 

How-how could the killer be here

 

the exact same time we were?

 

Must be something, must...

 

It must be you.

 

What? What do you mean?

 

He was here for you.

 

He must have figured
out that you were gonna

 

pass over information about him.

 

I'm so sorry.

 

This is... this is all my fault.

 

I'm to blame. I put you in danger.

 

No, no, no, this is not your fault.

 

There's only one person
who's to blame for this.

 

Yeah.

 

I'm in no mood for whatever it is.

 

You.

 

This is all your fault.

 

You ruined my life. You
drove me to do things

 

I never would've done.

 

And now...

 

there's a dead girl down
there because of you.

 

What is it with you humans?

 

Huh? Always blaming me.

 

I never make any of you do anything.

 

That's not true.

 

You trick us

 

into sin,

 

damnation.

 

[SIGHS]

 

I have a story for you, reporter.

 

One I've never told a human soul before.

 

I take no part in who goes to Hell.

 

Then who does?

 

You humans.

 

[CHUCKLES] You send yourselves.

 

Driven down by your own guilt.

 

Forcing yourselves

 

to relive your sins over and over.

 

And the best part...

 

the doors aren't locked.

 

You could leave anytime.

 

It says something

 

that no one ever does, doesn't it?

 

No.

 

You're to blame.

 

I am responsible for
a lot of things, Reese,

 

but not your soul,

 

not your actions,

 

and not whoever killed
that poor girl downstairs.

 

Eh, you...

 

you have to be.

 

Otherwise...

 

Hurting me is not what you
really want to do, is it?

 

What are you doing to me?

 

Oh, you're a complicated
one, aren't you, Reese?

 

Strong.

 

Tell me...

 

what do you truly desire?

 

I...

 

I just want Linda to love me.

 

[KNIFE DROPS]

 

You're still in love with your ex?

 

What about your wife?

 

She is my wife.

 

She'll always be my wife.

 

So... hold on,

 

that-that sleazy, piece
of garbage, that...

 

[CHUCKLES] that was me?

 

[LAUGHS]

 

It was me.

 

The way she looks at you.

 

Ah...

 

She cares for you.

 

How'd you do that?

 

How did you convince her that
the Devil, of all people...

 

was good?

 

I don't know.

 

I just... showed her my true self.

 

But how could she accept you after that?

 

Well, maybe she did... because of that.

 

[CHUCKLES]

 

Hmm.

 

Before you say anything, hear me out.

 

There's nothing you can say.

 

I was a bad husband.

 

Put my work above everything,

 

above us.

 

Our marriage failing

 

was all my fault.

 

And I'm sorry.

 

You deserved better.

 

Well, if we're... if
we're being honest...

 

it wasn't all your fault.

 

I wasn't perfect either.

 

Truth is...

 

neither one of us could be
what the other one needed.

 

That's why it's good

 

that we're going our separate ways.

 

But, Linda, no, no, I...

 

I thought me opening up
would bring us closer.

 

Like it did with you and Lucifer.

 

Reese,

 

that's not how this works.

 

You forgave the Devil.

 

Why can't you forgive me?

 

[SCOFFS]

 

You know, for a second,

 

I thought that you were
honestly taking responsibility.

 

But it's always the same
with you, over and over.

 

So determined, you never
listen, never learn.

 

Do you know how much I love you?

 

The things that I've done for you.

 

I went up against the Devil.

 

I risked everything getting
involved with a serial killer.

 

A poor girl got killed!

 

Wait, what?

 

I-I can explain...

 

Reese, what have you done?

 

No, it-it wasn't my fault.

 

- I'm calling the police.
- No.

 

It was an accident.

 

I-I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.

 

- Reese.
- Stop.

 

- Let me explain.
- Reese, let go of me.

 

- Reese.
- No, no!

 

- No!
- Reese, no!

 

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

 

You're right.

 

Call Detective Decker.

 

Tell them they can find me at my office.

 

I'll give them everything
that I have on Kapitski.

 

And I'll turn myself in.

 

I'm sorry.

 

You were right.

 

Let me make this right.

 

Good-bye, Reese.

 

[SIGHS]

 

[SIGHS]

 

[GAGS]

 

KAPITSKI: You sent me
to kill the wrong man.

 

- Lucifer wasn't a fraud.
- [GLASS DROPS]

 

He's an honest man.

 

As honest as they come.

 

No, no, the fraud is you!

 

Reporter lying to people.

 

A coward trying to get another
man to do his dirty work.

 

You're the one who deserves to go next.

 

And now you will.

 

[LAUGHS]

 

What are you laughing about?

 

I caught you.

 

[SIREN CHIRPS]

 

Crap!

 

- [BOTH GRUNTING]
- Let go! No!

 

[WHEEZES]

 

- Stay down.
- [HANDCUFFS TIGHTEN]

 

[REESE WHEEZING]

 

[REESE GASPING]

 

Oh, Reesey.

 

You laying down on the job?

 

Don't tell me, asthma.

 

That...

 

or the poison I drank.

 

[LUCIFER SCOFFS]

 

Well...

 

you didn't drink all of it.

 

[SIREN APPROACHING]

 

I set things right.

 

Maybe this will turn things around...

 

with Linda.

 

[WHEEZING CONTINUES]

 

[INHALES DEEPLY]

 

Welcome back to the land
of the living, Mr. Getty.

 

What...

 

what happened?

 

Just a little brush with death.

 

You had us worried there for a while.

 

[GROANS SOFTLY]

 

Is my wife here?

 

No.

 

I'm sorry, you haven't had any visitors.

 

Well...

 

we have been having some trouble lately.

 

But you know what?

 

Second chance on life.

 

Maybe it's not too late
to turn things around.

 

¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü
- ¢Ü I'm sick of seeing ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Your face so much ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Television's off ¢Ü

 

¢Ü But you won't shut up ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Hey! ¢Ü
- ¢Ü Oh, oh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Give it up ¢Ü

 

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