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Previously on Lucifer...

 

Someone's escaped from Hell.

 

- Who has escaped Hell?
- Mum.

 

All I've wanted is to reunite our family.

 

I don't understand you.

 

All right, whatever this is between us.

 

- I like you.
- What is she doing here?

 

Charlotte Richards,
the defense attorney.

 

It appears you've been busy.

 

I thought I'd dive into my employment.

 

It's not that hard once
you read the law books.

 

So, what happened?

 

Well, I cut a hole in space and time,

 

Mum's light flooded through
it, then it closed up

 

behind her. All good.

 

- Mom is gone?
- Yes.

 

What is going on? Who are you?

 

Detective, are you okay?

 

Yeah, I'm fine. I mean,
thanks to Lieutenant Pierce.

 

He saved my life.

 

But don't worry, pal.

 

Luckily, Pierce was with her.

 

But I wasn't.

 

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

 

Mmm!

 

Mmm, mmm. Mmm? Mmm!

 

Simon.

 

Working late, huh?

 

Orders went up again.

 

Got to make another batch.

 

Hmm.

 

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

 

Have fun cooking.

 

Hello?

 

Somebody there?

 

Oh, hell.

 

Trixie.

 

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

 

No excuses.

 

You know the rules.

 

Ah, good morning,

 

- Detective.
- Child.

 

Your text said to meet you here.

 

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

 

Anyhow,

 

Pierce called from the hospital.

 

Because 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.

 

Ah. Well, hello.

 

"Swear Jar"?

 

Oh, yes.

 

Trixie's...

 

You give your child money
every time she swears?

 

Oh, 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.

 

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.
- Here, 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.

 

At first, I felt bad

 

I wasn't there to protect you.

 

Eh, what?

 

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.

 

- Oh... what?
- I mean, I'm sure

 

it was Him manipulating
things like He always does.

 

Try 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 am so over Him getting in my head,

 

so, as of today, I have decided

 

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

 

Really? Why do I doubt that?

 

But...

 

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

 

Uh, child,

 

before you do that...

 

Oy vay.

 

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 cause of death.

 

Well, he obviously drowned
in this vat of semen.

 

It's pudding, Lucifer.

 

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

 

Poor dude didn't drown.

 

And, aside from his
Freddy Krueger makeover,

 

no other wounds, so,

 

my money's 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?

 

I feel terrible.

 

If only I hadn't been

 

in the bathroom so long,

 

maybe I would have heard something,

 

seen something.

 

Maybe I could have prevented this.

 

Quite a lot of security
just for pudding.

 

It's 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.

 

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

 

Is someone trying to tell me something?

 

Well, if He is, don't
let Him inside your head.

 

Learn from my mistakes, Daniel.

 

Lucifer.

 

- Yeah?
- 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?

 

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You are not crazy.

 

No one knows you can't
remember the last few months.

 

You will pretend that you do.

 

Own it.

 

You will not...

 

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

 

You look surprised to see me.

 

Charlotte,

 

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

 

Thought your brush with
death might have 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.

 

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 that you can see is
that there's some sort of scuffle

 

out of frame. The killer's

 

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-who has 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.

 

But, I'm not done with you.

 

Which part of my briefcase
closing do you not understand?

 

Uh...

 

Still waiting for Pudding Man's autopsy.

 

Cleaning that tasty treat
off a boiled corpse...

 

Tougher than you'd imagine.

 

I'd rather not imagine, actually.

 

Adrian, I'm telling...

 

Oh, hey,

 

let's go somewhere that's not here,

 

like... over there.

 

I hear over there is really nice.

 

Hi.

 

Hello.

 

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.

 

First A.D.!

 

So, I found seven Pudding Plus employees

 

with keycard 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 keycard,

 

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.
- Fascinating.

 

Yeah, they're shooting their
ad campaign here on Stage 69.

 

Should be just past the creepy flasher.

 

That's nice.

 

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

 

Creepy flasher? Stage 69?

 

69? 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.

 

No, no.

 

It has to be more than that.

 

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

 

with complications my
Father's thrown my way?

 

No, her return has to be
another one of His grenades.

 

Well, I thought you
were done being affected

 

by your father's "shenanigans,"

 

over him "getting in your head."

 

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.

 

Detective.

 

You have never been more right.

 

But... No, I meant the ca...

 

To focus on the case.

 

That's it.

 

What the...?

 

Not at all accurate, but...

 

I approve.

 

Unless Dad has something
to do with this as well.

 

Ugh!

 

So conflicted, but... can't look away.

 

No! No, no, no, no!

 

More! More!

 

Oh, come on.

 

I need more pudding! 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.
- Geez.

 

- Grace Foley?
- Wha... 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?

 

Simon?

 

I'd 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 beautiful...

 

Please.

 

You... sorry.

 

You think I killed him?

 

Vengeance, corporate sabotage,
all in one fell swoop?

 

- It makes sense.
- Okay.

 

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 didn't you just ask?

 

Ms. Foley.

 

Personal space. Ever heard of it?

 

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.

 

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?

 

Ugh.

 

- Really?
- Good to see you.

 

It suits you, that name, doesn't it?

 

Really? Can I?

 

Lucifer.

 

- Can you come here?
- 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.

 

LAPD. Don't move.

 

Let me guess. You work for Adrian Yates.

 

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.

 

Ah, wonderful.

 

Well, if he works for Yates,

 

that means his lawyer is
Charlotte Richards, right?

 

You said there was someone to see me.

 

Oh.

 

I'm 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.

 

I'm sorry. I've been incredibly busy.

 

All that time,

 

what did you think we were?

 

What did you think we were?

 

I have no freakin' clue.

 

I...

 

You seduce me.

 

You hack into my phone.

 

You become a suspect in a case.

 

You tell me I'm
your-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's 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-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"?

 

What? It's just someone who sucks socks.

 

I can't believe you're
teaching my daughter

 

loophole swear words.

 

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.

 

Hi. Larry.

 

Charlotte is busy at the moment,
so Richards and Wheeler sent me.

 

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?

 

I knew it. You are back
for a reason, aren't you?

 

Hmm? Hey?

 

Come on, tell me. Why are you here?

 

Mm! Mm!

 

What in Dad's name are you doing?!

 

Don't pretend you didn't like that.

 

- Well, I most certainly did not.
- Lucifer,

 

I know we were close.

 

- Not that close.
- Oh, no sense in being coy.

 

- We're all alone here.
- Mm!

 

No, no, no, no, no!

 

No!

 

I...

 

I don't understand.

 

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

 

Your desperate messages,
needing to see me.

 

D-Detective Espinoza...

 

heartbroken because we were close.

 

For the f... first time

 

since I woke up on
that beach, I thought,

 

"Finally, something that makes sense.

 

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

 

Uh... uh... But now you're saying

 

that's not... not even that's the case?

 

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...

 

family.

 

I can't ta...

 

can't take this anymore.

 

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, my...

 

my family.

 

I have no idea...

 

why my husband got custody of the kids.

 

Or why I've been...

 

denied visitation rights.

 

But ever since I woke
up on that beach...

 

I've been pretending...

 

like I remember it all,

 

because otherwise everyone
would think that...

 

that I'm crazy.

 

Maybe I am.

 

You're not crazy.

 

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

 

Caught up in a game not of your own.

 

Oh, believe me, I'm not innocent.

 

But I don't think I deserve...

 

What?

 

In my m...

 

my missing time...

 

it feels like I was...

 

trapped...

 

in some...

 

horrible nightmare,

 

reliving it over and over and...

 

over again.

 

It feels almost like I was in...

 

Hell?

 

Now you probably think I'm crazy, too.

 

Do you realize who you're talking to?

 

Right. Lucifer.

 

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.

 

Well, perhaps you feel
more guilt than you realize.

 

Well, on the ridiculous...

 

off chance that Hell
actually is possible...

 

how do I make sure I never go back?

 

Well, uh, 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?

 

Uh...

 

Why does stuff like
this always happen to me?

 

Because you are

 

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.

 

I can't just quit cold turkey, Ella.

 

Not at a time like this.

 

Hey, it could always be worse.

 

You could 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 he hadn't
been pudding'd alive,

 

he would have died within
days from urinary sepsis.

 

What are the odds,

 

two horrible ways of dying
hitting the same person

 

around 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.

 

I 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 didn't know where your
investigation was going.

 

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

 

Do you know how much
money is in pudding?

 

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.
- Well, 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...

 

clean conscience, here I come.

 

Huh.

 

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.

 

Yeah, but everyone
with access had alibis.

 

Oh, you're not suggesting a murderer

 

actually lied about where they were?

 

Daniel.

 

We double-checked them, okay?

 

They're all pretty ironclad.

 

Hmm.

 

Oh, my gosh.

 

Of course.

 

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... Drumroll, please...

 

Renal failure.

 

The kidney stones you found.

 

Yeah. Looks like the
"plus" in Pudding Plus...

 

is poison.

 

Poisonous pudding? Are you kidding me?

 

So, Simon must have gotten sick

 

from his constant exposure to it?

 

Well, what kind of idiot
would intentionally put poison

 

- in their own product?
- 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?

 

Yeah, but why would Simon

 

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

 

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
or donate my entire savings

 

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

 

Well, as long as you're
not being overdramatic.

 

I thought delivering those
tapes would help clear my ledger.

 

But instead, it just revealed
that I've been defending

 

three guilty people?

 

- Uh...
- If that's true,

 

how guilty does that make me?

 

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.

 

- Do you think Charlotte will 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.

 

But, uh, it all would have disappeared

 

had Simon revealed the
truth behind his illness.

 

You... 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.

 

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?

 

A 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.

 

Oh, so you think the man
actually killed himself

 

to lead us to the toxin?

 

Well, if he did, it worked.

 

The suicide version's
looking more and more likely.

 

Day before his death,
Simon changed his will.

 

He donated

 

all his possessions to charity.

 

He even gave away his pet turtle.

 

Huh.

 

And the scuff marks on the platform...

 

He must have faked a struggle
to make it look like a homicide.

 

To keep us investigating the companies.

 

Hello, Charlotte Richards' office.

 

Charlotte, good news.

 

It was a suicide.

 

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 to do
something very stupid?

 

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

 

Yeah, 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.

 

Um...

 

So, a funny thing happened

 

a 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.

 

Though there might be

 

a slight 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.

 

Now, here I am

 

with a second chance,

 

and one of you...

 

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 have 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 have 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.

 

W-We didn't need to kill Simon.

 

- We kept him quiet.
- A-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?

 

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.

 

That 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.

 

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.

 

Then what am I supposed to do?

 

I can't go...

 

I can't go back there.

 

Can't.

 

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

 

Trust me.

 

Thank you.

 

What about them?

 

Well...

 

whilst I was lurking in the shadows,

 

they said quite a few
incriminating things.

 

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

 

Yep, 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 enter the factory first.

 

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

 

- Oh.
- 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.

 

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

 

Well, I appreciate that.

 

Maybe we could meet for coffee sometime.

 

Maybe.

 

Hope I'm not interrupting
anything, Daniel.

 

Charlotte, ready for that ride home?

 

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.

 

You know what?

 

Lucifer was right.

 

The swear jar, it's... 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.

 

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, could stand
to nest a bit more.

 

I don't even remember
getting this place.

 

I hope you like red.

 

I'm a ros?girl, myself.

 

Apparently while I was away,

 

I bought 30 cases of Merlot.

 

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...

 

somewhat accountable.

 

Is that why you're here?

 

Well, this strange,
inexplicable compulsion

 

to make sure you're okay?

 

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.

 

Intense.

 

Jealous.

 

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...

 

I look forward

 

to getting to know the real you.

 

And I you.

 

Welcome back, Charlotte Richards.

 

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