Lucifer (2016) s01e11 Episode Script

1 - Previously on Lucifer - You're the Lord of Hell.
Amenadiel is right you are changing.
You betrayed me, Maze.
- Lucifer - I don't want to hear it.
We're done.
AMENADIEL: Enjoying the life I gave you? Do you want to go back? Because I can make that happen.
LUCIFER: Seems I'm dealing with a bit of a mortality sitch.
I'm bleeding.
All I have to do is wait for some pitiful thug to end you, and right back to Hell you go.
Who do you want me to kill? DAN: Lucifer Morningstar deserves everything he gets, but I can't let you kill him.
It would seem that I'm saying no.
Oh, God.
("Emotional Rescue" by the Rolling Stones plays) Is there nothing I can say Nothing I can do to change your mind? I'm so in love with you You're too deep in You can't get out You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house Oh, no.
No.
No.
(sighs) Oh, God.
Oh, God, what have I done? (Lucifer clears throat) Don't worry, my father's the forgiving sort.
Well, except when it comes to me.
Triple espresso or hair of the dog? (groaning): No.
Oh, right.
Both.
They dissolve off in sleep Please tell me, we didn't (scoffs) Did we ever.
And I'm pretty sure we made Rosemary's baby.
Oh, Detective, it was extraordinary.
The heat, the gymnastics.
(chuckles) I mean, you had moves that made even the Devil blush.
Oh, no, this is bad.
(chuckles) Whatever happened last night, don't tell me, I'd rather not know.
What, that we didn't do the nasty? We didn't? Nope, I turned you down cold.
You, the guy who's been trying to get me into the sack since day one had a chance to sleep with me, (stammering): and you did? Why-why am I naked? What, you mean you don't remember the part where you passed out, woke up again, shouted at me, "It's too hot in this five-story hellhole," I believe it was, then tore your clothes off and proceeded to hog the bed? I do that.
Sometimes.
When I'm upset.
And you'd be upset, too, if your ex dumped you by text.
No, I'd be relieved if Dan dumped me.
Even still, it's very out of character to see you so unhinged.
And out of character for me, too.
The whole "not wanting to have sex with you" thing.
I mean, here's the strange part.
This gave me quite a rush.
Can't explain it.
I've been thinking about it all night.
Okay, last night was a fluke.
For both of us.
Never happened, leave it at that.
Right.
You snore, by the way.
- Like an Albanian field wench! - (elevator bell dings) Oh, way, oh, way, oh, way Oh, way, oh, way, oh, ah This love is epic Did you finally seal the deal with your little detective? If we were on speaking terms, perhaps I'd fill you in.
Where are you going? (scoffs) Why do you ask? You still reporting back to my brother? Lucifer No, do me a favor, Maze.
How about you let me lead my life, and I'll let you lead yours, deal? You can't be mad at me forever.
(chuckles) Oh, but I can.
It's one of the luxuries of being the Devil.
Soar and plunge below.
Detective, I believe you left these after our sleepover last night.
What's the hole at the back for? Not mine.
Those are not mine.
(chuckles) More of a commando girl.
Fair enough.
Dearie me.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of a .
38.
(sighs) Yeah, single gunshot wound to the chest.
No wallet.
Tan marks where a ring and a watch were lifted.
A staircase robbery.
Is that a thing now? CHLOE: This is the Dunlear Foundation.
They help the homeless and the underprivileged.
So, who's the dashing corpse? Tim Dunlear himself, head of the foundation, former NBA star, notorious playboy.
He was into drugs, gambling, women.
My typical Wednesday.
But then he left pro ball and he turned his life around.
He dedicated himself to philanthropy.
He was beloved.
Right, bad boy turned good.
It's interesting.
Are you Emmett Toussaint? You found the body? I'm Detective Decker.
Can you tell us what happened? I volunteer for the foundation's outreach program.
Came here to meet him, and he was just lying here.
How did you know Mr.
Dunlear? He sponsored me to come to L.
A.
after the earthquake in Haiti.
Tim was my mentor.
Handsome and saintly.
Did you see anyone else at the scene or notice anything strange? There was a guy outside.
He ran when he saw me.
I gave the cops a description.
Think he was homeless.
Did Mr.
Dunlear ever speak of a certain philanthropic high after one of his selfless acts? You know, for example, say when he chose not to sleep with a drunken woman? What? Did I say something wrong? We are questioning a minor.
I'm sorry about your mentor.
We'll call you if we have any more questions.
What? I just feel quite connected to our victim.
You are nothing like Tim Dunlear.
Bad boy with a heart of gold? I am everything like Tim.
May as well be solving my own murder.
Only you could turn a tragic death into an excuse to talk about you.
(scoffs) Well, who else would I talk about? - (Dan grunts) - MALCOLM: Got these on sale.
- (handcuffs clicking) - Extra strong, UV resistant, and still 30% off.
Do you really think you're gonna get away with this? Probably not.
I'll bet the SWAT team's about to bust down the door any minute.
Not like there's much else going on in a city of four million people.
As much as I hate Lucifer, I'm not gonna let you kill him.
Oh, I'm not gonna do anything.
No.
Oh.
But you know who would want him dead? Someone who's jealous.
Someone who hates the fact that he's clearly got a thing for his ex-wife.
Ooh.
Someone whose fingerprints I put all over the murder weapon.
Sound like anyone you know, Dan? (laughing): Ooh.
Don't go anywhere.
(door closes) WOMAN: My husband was so generous.
If they had just asked for help, he would have given them anything.
What kind of person would do something like this? Well, how much time do you have? Tim would be devastated to know we've got to cancel the fund-raising gala.
WOMAN: You're right, Kyle.
Well, we wouldn't want to devastate our fallen hero.
The show must go on.
This is an active crime scene.
We can't have an event here.
No, that wouldn't be right.
LUCIFER: Well, I just happen to own the preeminent party venue in Los Angeles.
You can hold your benefit at my club.
- I don't know.
- LUCIFER: No, no, your husband was a kindred spirit, and I pledge to carry on his good work and personally find and punish his killer.
Tim always said "Tragedy brings sorrow but also true good.
" Aw.
Thank you.
You are so welcome.
If this was a robbery, our perp's gonna want to cash in before the cops get wind of this, so I'll call the local pawn shops What is with you today? It was rather benevolent of me, offering up Lux, don't you think? Well, one good deed doesn't make you a saint.
Well, last I counted, it was two good deeds.
But, uh, I'm not feeling the same rush as before.
Perhaps I'm gonna have to up my game.
Whatever you say, St.
Lucifer.
Oh, "St.
Lucifer.
" (chuckles) Suits me, don't you think? It's funny, I've always looked at do-gooders with pity.
Little did I know their dirty secret.
And what's that? - Feels good to do good.
- Yes.
Good deeds do bring an amount of personal satisfaction to those who engage in them.
No, but I mean it's like a literal rush, a high.
Have you ever mixed cocaine and Molly with Pop Rocks? It's nothing like that.
I'm just curious.
So you're feeling good about not sleeping with Detective Decker.
Well, yes, and offering Lux to the Dunlear Foundation, not to mention vowing to find Tim's killer.
You've identified quite strongly with this man.
Yes.
Yes, a man of honor, principle.
Hmm.
You like the way being good makes you feel.
- Mm.
- But true good needs to come from a place of selflessness, authenticity.
Well, of course.
I authentically want people to applaud the real me.
The Devil gets a terrible rap.
So you care about image, how you look to others.
And you're welcome.
(chuckles) Okay, my point is, it's wonderful that you're evolving.
Right.
But goodness isn't a toy.
Well, the way I'm going to play with it, it is.
(sighs) (chuckles) MAN: I'm in between gigs.
I'm no thief, I'm an actor, Louie DelGado.
I had an arc on Party of Five, look me up.
I love L.
A.
Even the homeless have an IMDb page.
CHLOE: You care to explain why you were caught pawning Tim Dunlear's championship ring? Listen, more importantly, why did you take it to a pawnshop? The Dark Web has much better margins.
I swear I didn't do nothing.
CHLOE: Witnesses put you at the scene.
You're telling me this wasn't a robbery gone wrong? He was already dead, been like that for a bit.
Rigor mortis had set in.
I also did a guest spot on CSI.
Ah.
Tim was my buddy, one of the few people who treated me like a human being.
Would your buddy have approved of you stealing valuables from his cold dead corpse? Tim didn't care about stuff.
Would have wanted me to have that ring.
Give you the shirt off his back.
What about his wallet? Uh, I was gonna return that.
Some kind of key card.
LOUIE: I have an alibi.
I was at a shelter on 7th.
Uh-huh.
Keep an eye on Louie.
I'm gonna see if his story checks out.
I also know what it's like to be without a home.
My father kicked me out.
It's very traumatic.
But, much like Tim Dunlear, I'd like to do whatever it takes to help you, so, here, the shirt off my back.
Yeah.
And, uh, as you can see, the Devil does indeed wear Prada.
Wow, thanks, brother.
Yes, disastrous with those trousers, though.
Oh, what the hell? As gratitude for telling us everything you know.
And he's naked.
Another act of selfless benevolence.
It's quite liberating, actually.
Oh, don't forget.
Dry-clean only.
His story checks out.
We need to get a full written statement.
And get our guy some lunch, okay? No-no gluten or-or dairy, okay? Another good deed but still no rush like before.
Am I doing this wrong? In so many ways.
Oh? You're not getting in my car like that.
Meet you at mine? So, who do we suspect of this grisly murder? Maybe Mr.
Dunlear wasn't as saintly as he appeared.
Who knows who or what he was involved with? He wasn't always such a good man.
It's hard to shake your true nature.
Well, not really.
Look at me.
Oh, no, I saw plenty.
- Thank you.
- Cheeky.
Oh, Lucifer, Detective.
I wasn't expecting you.
Yes, we have a few more questions for you.
Yes, how are you holding up? Doing my best.
One moment at a time.
Mrs.
Dunlear, can you think of any personal reason why someone would want to kill your husband? I thought this was a robbery.
LUCIFER: No, turns out your husband was dead before our homeless thespian pilfered his valuables.
CHLOE: Did Tim have any enemies? Anyone that would want to hurt him? No, absolutely not.
Everybody loved Tim.
(knocks) Will Fleming counsel for the foundation and the Dunlears.
CHLOE: This won't take long, Mr.
Fleming.
Well, you're absolutely correct, because my client is done here.
- Wha? - Oh.
Actually I'm just here to talk to Vanessa about the gala is that, uh, is that all right? Are you up to that? Yes, of course.
Lovely.
So I know it's not a good time, Vanessa.
But I want to discuss My client is grieving.
You have any questions, you talk to me.
All right, can you establish Vanessa's whereabouts at the time of Tim's death? Are you accusing my client of murder? No, but one quarter of murders are committed by family members.
Yes, and half by acquaintances.
Which gets to my next question.
Where were you the night of Tim's death? Listen, you can look at me all you want.
But Tim came into contact with a lot of people around this place.
Desperate people.
Why do I get the feeling you have someone specific in mind? Did you ever fight with Tim? Last night.
You didn't tell me that earlier.
I was ashamed.
Tim told me I might not be receiving the scholarship money he promised.
I got angry.
Said some things.
I was going to go apologize, but when I got there I'm gonna need to test you for gunshot residue.
And get a full written statement.
Whatever you need.
First, I want you to tell me more about Tim and his relationship with Vanessa what was it like? Great when the cameras were on.
And when they were off? LUCIFER: Ah, Detective, you made it.
A little underdressed, but okay.
What happened with the orphan child? We're holding him, waiting on ballistics.
But he had a lot to say about the Dunlears' perfect marriage.
Apparently Tim hadn't slept at home in months.
Well, it's probably all those good deeds.
So time-consuming.
Or I was right.
And Tim was back to his old ways.
You know, that key card we found in his wallet was from a hotel, so maybe he was cheating on Vanessa, she found out, - then decided to - Punish the cheating bastard by pumping him full of lead.
Well, that's option "A.
" Option "B" is the lawyer isn't telling us everything he knows.
Option "C" is an emotionally distraught mistress did him in.
Ah, that old chestnut if I can't have him, no one can.
What did you get from Vanessa? - Is that why we're here? - Yes, yes.
She asked me to have lunch with the golden donors of the foundation on her behalf.
It's the least I could do.
Oh, the very least.
What better way to get intel on a murder than a gaggle of high-society frenemies? - Oh.
- Ah! WOMAN: Tim Dunlear was a true humanitarian.
Oh, there's so few of us around.
And I have no one to help me process my grief.
Can you believe my therapist had the nerve to go on maternity leave? Oh, well, I'm here for you, Gayle.
You can tell me anything.
Oh.
Oh, ooh You are a good man.
Yeah, not quite the reaction I was looking for, but, uh, when in Rome.
To Tim Dunlear.
We all loved him.
Mm-hmm, some more than others.
So you heard about Donna Gray? - Oh, yeah.
- So sad.
Throwing yourself at a married man like that.
Mm, and when they started sleeping together, poor Vanessa.
Tim turned Donna down cold.
Not that it's any of your business.
Oh.
Tight-lipped and angry.
Yes, well, with all that Botox, I'm surprised she can chew at all.
This is taking too long maybe we should do your hypnotism, eye-voodoo thing to get them talking.
Yes.
You would expect that sort of behavior from me, wouldn't you? Yeah, you making a spectacle to help out a case.
Yeah, it's what you do.
Don't worry, Detective.
There'll be a spectacle.
These women are lonely and unappreciated.
If I give them what they want, they'll give us what we want.
Hello, ladies.
Thank you all so much for coming today.
Uh, you've all given so generously over the years to the Dunlear Foundation.
In honor of our fallen hero, I now give you a gift - in return.
- (women oohing) (chuckles) Me.
(women clamoring) And he's breaking into song.
No cares for me I'm happy as I can be I've learned to love and to live Devil may care Gosh, you're lovely, aren't you? When the day is through I'll suffer no regrets I know that he who frets Loses the night For only a fool feels He can hold back the dawn WOMAN: Don't hold back! He who's wise never tries - To revise what's past - Stop it! Stop! What is wrong with you?! Why-why are you enjoying yourselves?! Tim is dead! Shame on you.
And shame on all of you.
(scattered murmurs) And I give you option "D.
" Let's go.
- I love you.
- Thank you.
It's true.
(crying) I loved him.
Kyle, Tim Dunlear was a hero to all of us.
No, no.
You don't understand.
Tim and I were in love.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Right, so Tim was cheating on his wife with a man.
I did not see that coming.
The Devil usually has impeccable gaydar.
Tim was, uh, in denial about his sexuality for years.
And then, um we met.
Hmm, that explains why he was never at home and all the secrecy.
Did you two ever meet at a hotel? No.
No, that-that would've been too public.
Uh, we only ever met at my apartment.
Huh.
What about Vanessa? Did she know? They, um, you know, they-they had an arrangement.
Tim wanted it kept secret.
And Vanessa agreed.
She needed the Tim Dunlear brand.
Monogamy fails again.
So, if Tim didn't want out of the closet, were you aware of anyone that would want to blackmail him? Or threaten to go to the press? No.
Um But Tim texted me this photo for safekeeping.
I I have no idea what it means.
- Hmm.
- It's actually the last I ever heard from him before (sighs) Do you want another song? If there's one thing I know about kimchi fried rice, it's that heat really kicks things up a notch.
You almost died.
You came back, and this is what you do with your second chance? You know what happens when you die? I can't say I do.
Well, if you've lived a life like I did, you go to Hell.
Oh, yeah.
In my case, it was for a couple of seconds.
Down there, though, it was years and years.
And there's a door just for you.
And inside, Hell uses what you love against you.
For me, I love life.
Everything about it.
Got a hunger for it.
So they starved me.
No food.
No other people.
No nothing.
No TV.
(chuckles) Malcolm? Hmm? You need help.
(laughs) You always were a scrappy one.
Ah.
Yeah.
I do need help.
Never to go back.
So I made a deal.
And all I got to do is put a bullet in Lucifer.
I pull the trigger.
(clicks tongue) You take the fall.
Huh? Huh? Huh? Five-second rule.
(laughs) TIM: Teaching, building, creating.
I'm Tim Dunlear.
Together we can educate Haiti today for their better tomorrow.
(knocking) Mr.
Fleming? What are you doing here? I understand you've been asking some pretty invasive questions at a luncheon.
I have reason to believe that your client knows more than she's letting on about her husband's death.
Vanessa Dunlear's entire world has fallen apart.
I mean, what kind of a person targets a-a grieving woman? A very rich grieving woman who stands to inherit her husband's estate.
Every cent that Tim had goes back into that foundation.
Which you would know, because now that Tim's gone, you took control.
That's an interesting turn of events.
You are messing with the wrong people, Detective.
Good people.
Back off.
I want you (Lucifer exhales) You'd never know that Lux was a den of iniquity, would you? Well, as long as you don't look too closely at the floors.
Will Fleming wants to scare me off? Bring it on.
Question is, whether he's protecting himself or Vanessa.
Or maybe they're just good people.
Because you're suddenly the authority? Give me a break.
Detective, even if Vanessa is guilty, this is a woman who's denied herself carbs since the '90s and stayed married to a gay man.
If she doesn't want to talk, she won't.
And as for their attorney, well, he certainly doesn't strike me as the confessional type.
Okay.
Maybe I can't get them to talk, but you can.
Come on.
I've seen you do it dozens of times.
No.
Not here.
Not tonight.
Am I missing something? I feel like you're protecting our main suspects.
No, I'm just thinking about the children.
You want to push pause on a murder investigation so you can have a party? Detective, I made a promise.
The ladies, the-the foundation, the proud nation of Haiti they're all depending on me tonight.
Now, Tim Dunlear may be dead, but his legacy lives on, and right now he needs to go change into his tux.
It's about the greater good, Detective.
The greater good would be parking your ego and helping catch the bad guy.
The old Lucifer would have known that.
Wh I miss him, by the way.
At least he had my back.
(exhales) Detective! (mellow jazz playing) (inhales) Oh Glad someone's having a good night.
What are you doing here? You've ruined my life.
The least I could do is ruin your night.
Enjoy your evening.
How'd you even find me, Maze? Followed the sweet stench of failure.
(laughs) Look, don't blame me for your problems, all right? It's not my fault that you betrayed your boss.
My problems are your problems.
Which would be the only thing that you and I have in common.
And so you came here because because you have nowhere else to go? Yes, I do.
I have lots of places to go.
Lots of places.
And because you have no one else to talk to, either.
(chuckles) Says the angel sitting here eating a medium rare steak by himself.
What? It's not like you were going to drink it.
You're so boring.
I'm actually not boring.
I'm pretty exciting.
My definition of "excitement" is fun.
Danger.
Sex.
Spontaneity.
You are none of those things.
Yes, I am.
Give me one example.
You know that story about Lucifer and the goat? Yeah? No.
That was you? That was me.
A whisper here, a divine appearance there Word got around.
He hates the goat thing.
I know! (laughing) He could never figure out where it came from.
You know, I've waited a thousand years to tell someone that.
(chuckles) Leave the bottle.
Thanks for this, Kyle.
I know it's your job on the line.
Whatever it takes.
I want to find who did this.
Thank you.
So this here, this last text from Tim looks like it was from Port-au-Prince.
KYLE: Tim didn't tell me he was going there.
It wasn't on his calendar.
Could he have traveled under the radar? Sometimes he booked his own travel.
He-he had some buddies who own private jets.
Sometimes they would travel as a group.
So if Tim stayed in a hotel there, maybe that's why he had the key card.
Third-world technology.
Maybe that's why we couldn't read the magnetic strip.
We do charity work in Port-au-Prince.
We raised money to buy land to build a school.
Maybe that's what the text of the barren field was.
That photo was from a few days ago.
The school would be almost finished by now.
Unless it was never built.
Unless the money the foundation raised went somewhere else.
Or to someone else.
(snorts) Really? That's your move? You were planning to seduce me? That is truly desperate.
I'm not here to seduce you, Will.
But I do know what you desire.
What is it you think I desire, Detective? To do good.
To help people.
I did some research into you, Will, and apparently, you don't charge for your services here at the foundation.
I make a nice living, thanks to my corporate work.
Yeah, you protect your clients like a bulldog, but underneath it all, you're a big softie, aren't you? I don't need to take money away from those kids.
No.
But Vanessa does.
What the hell does that mean? I looked into a school that was supposed to be built with the foundation's money in Port-au-Prince.
(sighs) It doesn't exist.
What? I think the money went elsewhere.
After all, Vanessa had a hell of an expensive lifestyle to keep up after her husband left the NBA.
That is ridiculous.
Besides, non-profit financials are a matter of public record.
They are.
But they're so complicated, it would be pretty easy to hide a few outgoing wire transfers.
Here.
I think Tim Dunlear looked into these financials and figured it out.
So he flew to Pout Au Prince to see for himself, and when he realized where the money went, he confronted Vanessa and she killed him.
That is pure speculation.
It is.
So help me get proof.
If Vanessa transferred money to herself, it'll show up in her personal financial records, which you have access to.
You want me to violate my client's trust based on a hunch? You took this job to make a difference.
This foundation can still do good the way Tim wanted it to.
If you help me.
(Dan grunting) (groans) (grunting) (gasps loudly) Sull'aria Che soave - Zeffiretto - (elevator bell dings) Detective.
Is that you? Hope you've come to your senses.
Well, that depends on who you ask, Mr.
Morningstar.
(gun hammer clicks) I'm here to murder you.
Well that is a buzzkill.
I'm sorry.
Strange, disheveled gunman, have we met? Briefly.
Detective Malcolm Graham.
Ah, yes, of course! The infamous Malcolm.
(chuckles) Tough times? You here to steal my watch? Well, there's no need.
You've caught me in a charitable mood.
You could also use a decent suit.
The closet's that way.
Thanks.
I'm still going to kill you.
Ah I should also mention that if you pull that trigger, it's a one-way ticket to eternal damnation.
Hell? Oh, I'm not going to Hell.
Now or ever again.
No? See, I made a deal with an angel.
And I've got orders to take you out.
Your ass for mine.
(laughs) Sorry, it's My holier-than-thou brother has hired someone to kill me? Well, this really is Opposite Day, isn't it? You know what, Malcolm? It's nighttime now.
It's funny how things seem so much clearer in the dark.
Is that all you got? Interesting.
Most people wet themselves when they see my nastier side.
Huh.
Well, most people haven't been to Hell and back.
Rumor says you're not immortal anymore.
That if I pull this trigger, it's bye-bye, Devil.
Of course.
Right.
And what do you get in return, Malcolm? Your brother doesn't kill me.
I stay out of Hell, live out my life.
I love life.
(chuckling) (both chuckling) You've been duped, Malcolm.
Huh? Angels can't take a mortal life.
It's Dad's rules.
Sorry.
(laughs) And even if you do kill me what happens when you do die? Because you will eventually.
You'll still go back to Hell, Malcolm.
There's nothing that my brother can do to prevent that.
What's that? This? This is my Pentecostal coin.
It's a subway token for the damned, if you will.
I was going to use it to get back to Hell eventually.
I suppose you could use it to get out of Hell, too.
Could come in handy for someone like you, don't you think, Malcolm? It's all yours if you don't shoot me.
One-time offer.
(gasps) (exhales) (elevator doors open) ("It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones plays) It's not unusual To be loved by anyone It's not unusual To have fun with anyone But when I see you hanging about with anyone It's not unusual To find that I'm in love with you Whoa-oh-ho-ho-ho-ho Whoa-whoa-oh-ho Whoa-whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-oh Whoa-oh.
There you are.
Can't very well start our party without our guest of honor.
Mrs.
Dunlear.
Are you okay? Yes, yes, I just needed a little pick-me-up.
It's been an exhausting day.
Facing one's mortality will do that.
I think we'll all deserve a vacation after tonight, a chance to mourn Tim properly.
I fly out tomorrow.
One of those Swiss med spas that masquerades as a resort? (chuckles) No.
No, I own a small ranch outside of Buenos Aires.
Lovely.
I knew some folks who moved to Buenos Aires back in the day.
Oh.
Good people? Nazis.
No extradition treaty in Argentina.
Just a nasty bunch of miscreants hiding in plain sight.
Gosh, they got away with murder.
You did kill your husband, didn't you? No, that's absurd.
I have to admit, I'm not entirely sure why, but Detective Decker will figure it out.
She always does.
I loved him.
And Tim loved me.
Well, no, technically, he loved your assistant, Kyle.
(sighs) Yes, but I I would never Tim was a good man.
He was selfless Yes.
Yes, he was.
Everybody loved Tim, and he asked for nothing in return, not even his own happiness.
Well, as the old saying goes, you can't keep a good man down, not even in death.
So how about we go downstairs, see this night through, and then Oh, bloody hell.
(gun fires three times) Lucifer! Where's Lucifer? Lucifer Morningstar, where is he? Out of the way.
- MAN: Hey! - (elevator bell dings) (exhales) (gasps) You're alive.
Yes.
Yes, it would appear that way, wouldn't it? What are you doing here? I came to stop Malcolm; he's planning to shoot you.
Malcolm? No, no, this wasn't him.
He's taken care of.
He is? How? Well, I made him an offer that he couldn't You know the line.
You look terrible, by the way.
Rough day at the office? Uh, yeah.
Yeah, you could say that.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got a charity to attend and a killer to punish.
(elevator bell dings) How do I look? Pretty good, actually.
Yes, I thought as much.
Oh, have a drink.
Two, if you like.
Who says the Devil can't be charitable? VANESSA: Thank you all so much for your generosity.
I would also like to thank our host, Mr.
Morningstar.
He was going to say a few words, but unfortunately he's been Right on time.
How are we all this evening, eh? Such a well-preserved crowd.
Love your work, Dr.
Broffman.
Tucking marvelous.
(chuckles) Right, we're all here to honor Tim Dunlear's legacy, and what better way to do that than to reveal his killer? (crowd gasping) Wouldn't you agree, Mrs.
Dunlear? Time to show your friends your true colors.
Tell them all your nasty desires.
CHLOE: No need.
We already have everything, how she embezzled money from the foundation, and when Tim found out about it, you killed him.
- (crowd gasping) - Ah, see? Told you she'd figure it out.
(scoffs) You have no proof.
Actually, we do.
CHLOE: We have proof of the embezzlement, and that's enough for probable cause.
Vanessa I earned that money.
I supported him when he left pro ball.
I let him sleep with my assistant.
- Oh.
- That money should go to me, not those kids.
Tim was going to ruin everything.
I had to.
Now, doesn't that feel better? Huh? (chuckles) Vanessa Dunlear, you're under arrest for the murder of Tim Dunlear.
(whispering): Thank you.
You're welcome.
("Daylights Gone" by Motopony plays) There it is again, that rush.
Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Looks like someone had a good night.
Your time has come I know bed head when I see it.
You pull my mind away We're talking again? (chuckles) Well life's too short to hold grudges.
Is dancing on the pay Doesn't mean all is forgiven, mind.
I mean, you'd have to do something pretty extraordinary to wipe this slate clean.
Now that daylight's gone You can be yourself I had sex with your brother.
Now that night has come And that puts you in my good graces how exactly? Well, I was his inside woman, and now I'm yours.
Yes, well, I suppose that could come in handy, especially since he just tried to kill me.
What?! - Wait, you were shot? - Mm-hmm.
And you didn't bleed? He hired a gunman.
I mean, I talked the chap out of it, but then this demented socialite I mean, it's a long story, but I survived, which is more than can be said for my Armani.
But I don't understand.
How could you still be alive? Well, that is the question, isn't it, Maze? Why is it that sometimes I'm immortal (chuckles) and other times I'm all too human.
You can be yourself again Now that Oh, that's interesting.
What? I need to go and test a theory.
Oh, and, um tread carefully, Maze.
Shine, wild Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (knocking on door rapidly) Yeah Yeah.
May I come in? Who? St.
Lucifer or the Devil? (chuckles) Yes, rest assured, St.
Lucifer's retired.
Really? 'Cause I just got a text from Kyle saying that someone gave money to Emmett Toussaint's scholarship fund, enough for a full ride.
An anonymous donor.
Well, good for Emmett.
Glad it worked out.
Mm-hmm.
- Listen, Detective, I - I want - Oh.
- Sorry.
No, you.
Um, I've been thinking a lot about the other night, why I showed up drunk to your place, why you wouldn't sleep with me, and I think us, our thing, maybe it goes beyond just work.
- Or sex.
- What sex? Congratulations, the first woman to give the Devil blue balls.
Anyhow, I, uh, I just I can let my guard down with you.
I don't do that with anyone else.
You make me vulnerable.
And maybe that's okay.
Detective if it's any consolation to your pride it appears you make me vulnerable, too.