03x09 - The Sinnerman

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Previously on Lucifer...

ELLA: He is so into you.

You're joking.

ELLA: Uh, no. Scorching fire, five-alarm.

I can see why Lucifer is so affected by you. It's because you're special, Decker.

Being a celestial insider... really sucks.

I was in a really dark place, but someone helped me gain perspective.

Now Maze is off bounty hunting again.

Being good takes practice.

Keep at it and you'll get better.

I guess I should take that job then.

What job?

The Sinnerman is not a myth. I butted heads with him in Chicago. Did not end well.

LUCIFER: Not only did he stick my wings back on and take my face, he's stolen my schtick, as well. He gives out favors to people. And I think that maybe it's about time I got back in the game.

* * We are the way out * We are the ones you loathe * Call us the wrong crowd * We'll never walk alone * Don't need no savior * Don't need a hand...

Line's back there, buddy.

Is the, uh, big guy in tonight?

* We have gone too far to turn around * This is a one.

* We move too fast to keep us down * Nice guy discount?

* We are, we are, we are the reckless * Make it quick, kid.

You're a prince.

Thank you.

* * The reckless * * We are the reckless * Go on and chase us * We can't be caught, oh, no * Call us contagious Hey.

Uh, Mr. Morningstar?

I hear you're the guy to talk to.

I hear you help people.

LUCIFER: What, like Ellen? I think not. No, I grant people favors. When it suits me.

Well, I-I could use a favor.

Hear me out, Mr. Morningstar.

You won't regret it.

LUCIFER: Victoria, give us a minute, would you, girl?

* Ain't no way we're stopping now * * Ain't no way we're stopping now * * We are, we are, we are the reckless * Call me Lucifer.

Joey Pileggi.

LUCIFER: So, Joey Pileggi, what is it you desire?

LINDA: Okay, so, how do you angels work? I know Amenadiel can slow time, and your other brother Uriel could predict patterns. So why is your gift desire?

LUCIFER: Well, that's a good question, actually, I suppose. When I first went to angel school, they sorted us into different houses for different powers.

LINDA: There's a school for angels?

LUCIFER: No. There's no Hogwarts in the sky.

LINDA: Right. Obviously. Are you using humor to deflect my very reasonable question?

LUCIFER: Look, if you must know, we were all born this way, each with our own God-given abilities.

LINDA: But what came first? Do angels' powers shape their personalities? Or are your personalities shaped by your powers?
LUCIFER: Haven't a clue. Look, all I know is that my powers are perfect for me. Desire is the ultimate expression of free will. I help people do whatever... or whomever... they want.

LINDA: But that's it? There isn't more to it?

Sorry. I-I should have knocked.

It's a late night. Been trying to catch up on all the work since I got out of the hospital. Stole a couple hours on the couch.

Um, thank you again... for saving my life. It's, uh... Looks like you're, you're healing really well.

It still hurts like a son of a bitch.

You know what? I'll, um... I'll just come back another time.

Now's good. What do you want, Decker?

Uh, I wanted to request a personal day.

What for?

Well, it's personal.

I'll take it under advisement.

I didn't think it'd be an issue. It's just one personal day. I never ask for anything.

LUCIFER: You're too low- maintenance, Detective. People assume work is your only desire.

Yeah, well, it's not. Yeah, what a jerk.

LUCIFER: Oh, look who's all hot and bothered. Someone got under your skin.

What do you want with a personal day anyway?

It's personal.

Looks like some sort of poor man's penthouse, isn't it?

Hmm. Boy, he's young. Practically a kid.

Yeah.

What happened here?

Who would have done this?

I'm afraid I might know.

You see, I did this young man a favor.

* Lucifer, can I talk to you?

What exactly does this have to do with you?

LUCIFER: Well, his name's Joey. Joey Pileggi, he came to me a few months ago and asked me for a favor, and I granted it to him.

You're still doing that?

LUCIFER: I'd never stop granting favors, Detective. I mean, I may have gotten distracted for a while, but then I realized granting favors defines me. I mean, you wouldn't ask Superman not to fly?
A Kardashian not to selfie? So I started up again and it was going splendidly, until...

What kind of favor? And don't tell me it got Joey k*lled.

LUCIFER: Well, his desire was to become the new Godfather, a Scarface for millennials.

You introduced him to the mob?

LUCIFER: I may have gotten him an internship.

Ella. What do you have on the cause of death?

Two g*nsh*t wounds to the chest, and his legs were broken. Practically shattered. But here's the weird part. I thought that the k*ller broke Joey's legs first... you know, torturing him before k*lling him... but look. Minimal hemorrhaging. That's when I realized Joey's legs were broken postmortem.

Why? What's the k*ller trying to say?

LUCIFER: Oh, no.

What?

LUCIFER: Well, it may be a commentary on the job that I got for him. As a runner for the mob.

Angel school?

Okay, what? It's not that funny, okay. Okay. Okay, it's kind of funny.

You really thought angel school was a thing?

How was I supposed to know? What's crazier, angel school, or that you can slow time, or that Lucifer can draw out people's desires?

Okay, I can see how that would seem strange.

No, it's bananas, Amenadiel. I mean, how does any of it all work? Like... why is your power slowing down time?

Maybe my Father wanted me to be a better emissary, someone who could fix things on Earth and stay invisible. So, I can slow down time and do His bidding without anyone being the wiser.

That seems really... sad.

What do you mean?

I mean, it... it just seems lonely to visit humanity without ever really getting to know anyone.

I guess I was never told to avoid humanity. It just seemed easier. And quite honestly, I never saw the point. Until recently.

Hey, stranger...

Maze!

You're back!

Yeah! Oh, I missed you, too, girl.

Where was your bounty this time, Mazikeen?

Uh, Cleveland. Now I'm banned in Ohio.

Ah.

So, uh, what's going on? What are you guys up to?

Okay.

Well, Linda... Linda was just catching me up on how sh... on how she believed in "angel school." Oh.

You...guys catch up, huh?

Yes.\ Yeah, we...

we've been hanging out.

Yeah, we're friends.

Right.

Right.

Friends.

ELLA: It's not just any shoe. Joey's high-tops were limited edition. Easily worth a grand a pair. I mean, my brothers would flip over these.

Sweet kicks indeed.

Sorry I'm late.

Charlotte. What are you doing here? Little early for opposing counsel.

Are you defending someone?

No. I quit my job.

Oh. Well, good for you, Charlotte. Had enough of life as a corrupt defense lawyer, have you? That'll help keep your ledger clear.

CHARLOTTE:Today is my first day in the district attorney's office... as a prosecutor. I'm on your side now. Surprise.

Did you know about this?

Not a clue.

How did this happen?

Who knows how these things happen?

So random.

Guess we should get back to the case, right?

Right.

Right.

So, Joey had expensive shoes, plus... a real Rolex and ten grand stashed under his bed.

But Joey worked for the mob.

I mean, wouldn't that explain all the swag?

Runners for the mob don't make that kind of money.

There's no way he could afford that.

Maybe Joey was skimming off the top.

No, you don't have to raise your hand.

Okay, well, um, his bosses wouldn't like that.

They would execute Joey to send a message to the whole organization.

Whoever brought him in would do the deed.

Lovely.

What?

CHARLOTTE: I know how these guys work. I've represented mobsters like this for years. Alleged mobsters.

Who did you introduce Joey to?

Frankie the Kn*fe. Sweet chap.

Sounds like a peach.

All right, let's bring in Frankie and see where Joey's education went wrong.

Right.

Okay, that was weird.

Is it...

weird for...

us to be friends?

No.

Of course not.

I mean, can't a...

Can't a woman be friends with a...

with a brilliant, tall, gorgeous angel?

Well, can't an angel be friends with a...

amazing, accomplished...

...beautiful, and passionate woman?

Um...

I can't.

This is a mistake.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm so sorry, Linda.

CHARLOTTE: Detective, Lucifer. Are you about to talk to Frankie the Kn*fe?

Yep.

CHARLOTTE: Well, I can help. I know him. I defended him once.

Unknown caller?

Um...

Look, why don't you give the newbie a sh*t, Detective. I mean, I for one would love an audience when I ream Frankie for what he did.

No one will be reaming anyone. Fine, Charlotte. Just keep a low profile.

CHARLOTTE:You won't even know I'm there.

Hello, Frankie.

Mr.

Ferrante.

I'm Detective Decker.

We know each other quite well, don't we, Frankie?

Not sure we've met, buddy.

Oh, please.

And this is...

Charlotte Richards? How are you? How are the kids?

CHARLOTTE: Hi, Frankie.

Man, the guys are sure gonna be jealous when they hear you're defending me.

CHARLOTTE: Look, Frankie, I'm not your lawyer. I'm the prosecutor. I work with the cops now. Against you.

What's the world coming to?

Yeah, tell me about it.

What happened, Frankie?

You were supposed to mentor Joey Pileggi, not k*ll him.

I got no idea about any k*lling.

Oh, did Joey steal from you, so you made a brutal example of him?

Well, guess what?

I love making brutal examples of people.

Like I said, I don't know any Joey, and I don't know you.

You do know him.

Yeah, I might've seen him once.

It's hard to say.

Is it true you're the head of the Ferrante mob family?

Well, come on. Answer her.

CHARLOTTE: You do not need to answer that.

I don't?

CHARLOTTE: But it would be helpful if you did.

LUCIFER: Right. Enough of this "bad cop, worse cop." Tell me, Frankie. What is it you really want?

I want to find out who k*lled little Joey, and I want payback.

Oh.

He was... He was such a good kid, that Joey. A real go-getter. We all loved him. He had a real bright future. We found quite a bit of contraband on him.



Did he ever steal anything from you?

Joey? Never. Everything he had he got from us.

Oh, quite the lavish employers, aren't you?

Hey, me and the fellas, we're real generous to our family.

'Cause that's who he was: family.

If there's anything I can do to help with Joey's k*ller, you let me know, 'cause I would love to bring him in.

CHARLOTTE: That means he would k*ll him.

Oh, thank you, Charlotte. Thanks.

CHARLOTTE: Hey, Chloe?

Yes.

CHARLOTTE: I don't think Frankie's our guy.

His alibi checks out.

Look what just came in.

Lucifer.

We got another body.

Let's go.

Double-tap to the chest, just like Joey.

LUCIFER: Detective, I know this woman.

What?

LUCIFER: I did her a favor, too, years ago. This isn't just a m*rder. It's another message.

For me.

Someone was definitely sending a message.

Frieda Marquez, 36.

The noose was made out of her own hair. How twisted is that? But hanging wasn't what k*lled her. She d*ed from two g*nshots to the chest.

LUCIFER: So the k*ller arranged her after he k*lled her, just like with Joey. We need to find the man who did this and punish him.

Lucifer, what do you know about her?

LUCIFER: Frieda wanted to become a hairstylist to the stars, so I made a few choice introductions, that's all.

I can't believe you knew Frieda. Her hair products are huge. She had salons all over the city, a whole beauty empire. I use her finishing cream every day.

Right.

LUCIFER: Well, then I guess she got what she wanted.

Until now. Thanks, Ella. Can I talk to you? If these messages really are for you, I'm worried.
Who's sending them? What are they trying to say?

LUCIFER: Detective, I wasn't entirely forthcoming earlier. The real reason I started granting favors again was because of the Sinnerman.

Lucifer, I've told you this before, I haven't seen any shred of evidence that this guy really exists.

LUCIFER: Well, now might be the time to become a believer, because this appears to be his way of escalating our rivalry.

You think this is the same guy that kidnapped you and dumped you in the desert?

LUCIFER: Amongst other things, yes.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need proof that this guy is real.

PIERCE: Oh, he is real. And very dangerous. His organization has been wreaking havoc in the Midwest for years. I ran into him in Chicago. I couldn't get my hands on him.

LUCIFER: See? It's the one thing the lieutenant and I agree on: our common enemy, the Sinnerman.

So you two discussed this? When were you gonna fill me in?

PIERCE: It's a need-to-know basis only, Decker. Feel free to blame me.

Hmm.

The thing is, this does not seem like the Sinnerman.

He kills for power and influence.

Taunting a nightclub owner seems petty, small.

Well, perhaps you don't know the full story.

CHLOE: Okay, we're gonna treat this m*rder as we would any other crime: we follow the evidence till we find the truth, Sinnerman or not.

LUCIFER: Sorry, but I don't have time for that.

CHLOE: Lucifer, where are you going?

LUCIFER: * Brother! I'm about to tear the criminal underworld apart looking for this Sinnerman fellow. I'd appreciate your help. Call me back. Oh, also, it's Lucifer.

Good luck with that. He's probably too busy with Linda to answer.

LUCIFER: Mazikeen, you're back! I love the hair.

Can we talk?

LUCIFER: We certainly can. Good timing. I need your help.

Hang on.

Do you even care what I was about to say?

LUCIFER: Of course I do. It's just that my current problem is important.

Well, how do you know my thing isn't important?

LUCIFER: Okay. Fine. What is it?

Did...

LUCIFER: Sorry, just... Telemarketers. They've been hounding me all day. This won't take long. Hello? Unbelievable. Look, whatever it is you're selling, I'm not interested, so...

Really?

And I thought you were looking for me.

It's the Sinnerman.

You got the Sinnerman's DNA profile?

How?

ELLA: Our second vic, Frieda... total fighter. She struggled with the k*ller and scratched him.
So I checked out her fingernail scrapings and found blood and skin cells. And came up with the k*ller's DNA. Which matches a hair that I recovered from Joey's place. So, boom, we can place the k*ller at both scenes. But, that's not even the cool part. I did some more digging and found a perfect match with a blood spatter sample from an old Sinnerman case in Chicago. Proving that Pierce's Sinnerman really is operating in L.A.

Ella, you're a miracle worker.

ELLA: Aw, no biggie. My peeps in Detroit made some calls to Chicago PD for me. Meant hours of sifting through case files, but, you know, I just put on my Beastie Boys and powered through. Decker, did you hear what I said?

What? Hmm? Sorry. No.

ELLA: Aw, never mind. Man, I can't believe nothing ever sparked between you and the lieutenant. I could've sworn you guys had chemistry.

No. No chemistry.

ELLA: Well, win some, lose some, I guess.

That's right.

That is right.

Okay, I'm gonna call Lucifer. Awesome work.

Hey, Lucifer, you were right.

Call me back.

Try not to gloat too much.

Oh, easy, Decker. What's the rush?

Hey, Lieutenant. Um, so Ella found the Sinnerman's DNA at both scenes, and I think we can use that to lean on Frankie Ferrante.

That's promising. Where's Lucifer? You need help? I mean, I'm free.

Oh, um... Oh, I'm-I'm good, thanks.

I'm, um... I'm okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna take Charlotte.

I'm sensing some tension here.

Really? I'm not.

I haven't forgotten about your request for a personal day. Things have been crazy here. I just haven't had a chance to look at the schedule yet.

Yeah. No. All good. I haven't been thinking about that. I-I'm actually gonna take Charlotte 'cause she's perfect for this.

Keep me posted.

Mm-hmm.

You needed me, Detective?

Sure do. Let's go.

* Cold, cold blood * * Cold, cold blood * No light when all the dust has settled * * No life at all will ever...

LUCIFER: Oh, Sinnerman! Where are you?

* The dust has settled

LUCIFER: The slaughterhouse vibe is a little try-hard, don't you think? You know, it's quite the party foul when the host doesn't even show up!

In here.

LUCIFER: Ah, so what is it, hide-and-seek now?

* Cold, cold blood Come on, let's talk.

That is, if you're man enough to face me!

* Cold, cold blood.

I do love a c*ptive audience.

Oh. Well played.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Likewise.

LUCIFER: Always gratifying to find out that one's nemesis is altogether lacking in style.

Never been much of a dresser. I express myself through my work.

LUCIFER: I take it you're referring to Frieda and Joey. Why harm them when you wanted me?

Well, you can't have a trap without bait, can you, now? I hate to toot my own horn, but I got you good.

LUCIFER: Yes, indeed you did.

Quite the mousetrap you've laid out for me. And, unfortunately for you, I'm no mouse.

And, unfortunately for you, that's a foot of reinforced steel. Takes a little extra to hold the Devil.

LUCIFER: Who are you? How did you return my wings and steal my face?

Hmm. You're just chock-full of questions, aren't you? Questions I'll answer in time, 'cause you should have plenty of that. This place has been abandoned for at least ten years. Maybe they'll knock it down with you still in it.

LUCIFER: I tell you what, why don't you take your sunglasses off, hmm? Then we can have a proper conversation.

Want to do your little desire shtick? Let me save us both some time. I like redheads, strawberries, and long walks on the beach. I've got work to do, now that you're all checked in. I don't have time for parlor tricks.

LUCIFER: Right. You hide behind your glasses, but know this... when I find out what someone truly desires, I find out their greatest weakness. And that's not a parlor trick, Sinnerman.
It's power.

Hmm.

LUCIFER: And I promise you I will find out what you really want, and when I do, I'm going to use it to destroy you.

Yeah. I'm right here, pal. What do you got?

Too slow.

LUCIFER: Why?! Why are you doing this?

You'll see.

No!

The reason I asked you to come along is 'cause you know Frankie.

I really need you to work that connection.

He won't know what hit him.

Wait.

Can you stick to the script and say exactly what I told you to say?

Well, of course.

I'm not an idiot.

Let's go.

Last time we talked, you wished there was a way that you could help with Joey's death.

Well, there is.

Our prime suspect is a criminal who calls himself the Sinnerman.

* Yes, there she is Doesn't ring a bell.

Frankie, you know that you and your people are not under investigation here.

We just want a way to find this guy.

The Sinnerman is known to have entrepreneurial ties.

Did you ever cross paths with him?

Well, Louie here crosses paths with the Cinnabon once a week.

Can't get enough of 'em.

Am I right, Louie?

Yeah.

If you help us out, I promise it'll be worth your while.

Charlotte, we can't do that.

Look, Frankie, come on, handy for an entrepreneur like you to have friends in the DA's office.

* A romance we have...

Sorry, ladies.

Wish I could help.

Cut the crap, Frankie. Give us something.

Charlotte... Thank you, Mr.

Ferrante, for your time.

* It remains a mystery Good evening, gentlemen.

Good night, ladies.

* Right there she is...

I'm sorry, Detective Decker. I know I went off script a bit, but I wanted to get you what you needed.

And I didn't.

Charlotte, are you kidding me?

You were perfect.

Frankie had to make sure that we weren't coming after him, and coming from you, he believed it.

Mobsters like that...

they don't talk to the cops.

Then what was the point of that? How does this get us any closer to the Sinnerman?

Frankie obviously cares about Joey. He's gonna want to get revenge.

I think he's gonna find the Sinnerman on his own.

And when he does...

you'll be waiting.

You expected me to fail, didn't you?

Why didn't you just trust me with the truth?

Charlotte, you know the things you've done.

You know the reasons I can't trust you.

Huh.

I suppose...

I do.

And, look, I want to believe that this change of heart is for real, but you're gonna have to earn that trust back, okay?

This is a good start, though.

I got to stay here and watch Frankie, but let me call you a car, get you a ride home.

I'll find my own way home.

Good night.

Oh.

Night.

Hey, Pierce.

You still working that Ferrante angle?

Uh, yeah, I am.

It's turned into a stakeout.

But why?

'Cause I brought food.

Mind if I join you?

Come on.

Oh...

LUCIFER: So this is your diabolical plan? Is it? Hmm? To bore me to death?!

Lucifer? Lucifer, I know you're in here.

LUCIFER: In here! Maze! Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes. I didn't realize you still kept tabs on me.

What are you talking about? I tracked you down because I have a bone to pick with you.

What?

I asked you to talk.

And you blow me off and hide in a freezer?

I thought we were past all of this.

LUCIFER: Oh, sure, yeah, thought I'd just hang around in here like a frozen side of beef just to avoid you. Hello! I was a prisoner! The Sinnerman had me trapped here. Uh...
Now would you please just stand aside? I need to figure out what he's up to, and I've already lost enough time as it is.

Hang on. You were trapped?

LUCIFER: Well, obviously! Maze! Oh, for... Maze! Come on, open up! I've got places to go, people to hurt! Just think of someone else's needs for a change! Can you hear?

You're going nowhere, Lucifer.

You don't get out until you listen to what I have to say, and act like you care.

LUCIFER: Can't believe this. What's on your mind, Maze?

Did you know that Linda and Amenadiel are a thing?

Linda and Amenadiel are doing what now?

How'd you know?

What makes you say that?

Well, I saw them in her office. "Talking." They were clearly about to bone.

LUCIFER: Right, you do realize that talking in her office is literally Linda's job?

Interesting point.

LUCIFER: Hmm, isn't it? And, you know, so what if Amenadiel is playing doctor with the doctor? So our old flames are having a fling. I don't care. Why should you? Unless... Unless you're still hot for angel?

No!

No?

No!

Ah.

Well, I...

I mean, she's just...

my best friend, and he's my ex.

I don't like it.

LUCIFER: So, you don't want him, but nobody else can have him. That's awfully greedy of you, Maze.

I've been gone for too long, okay? I just need to know what the hell is going on.

LUCIFER: And what would you do if you knew? Hmm? Look, you really want my advice, Mazikeen? Ask yourself what you truly desire. And be honest. Otherwise, there's no point.

Maze?

Mazikeen?

You still there?

Thanks, Lucifer.

LUCIFER: Great talk. Glad I could help. Got to go.

I wonder when Frankie's gonna make his move.

Soon.

Bet they're reaching out to their sources, probably calling the Sinnerman right now.

All right.

Out with it, Decker.

I either have food in my teeth, or you have something you want to say to me.

Why is this case so important to you?

It's not.

It's a high-priority case, and... I need to display leadership to the suits downtown.

That's all.

Really? Showing up out of nowhere while I'm on a stakeout?

You said it yourself.

You and the Sinnerman crossed paths in Chicago.

This is personal, isn't it?

It is.

The Sinnerman k*lled my brother.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could run away from the pain of it.

From him.

Now I know that I can't anymore, so I need to find him and make him pay for what he did.

Do you know why I asked for that personal day?

The anniversary of my father's death is coming up.

And, uh, he was k*lled on duty.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

It was a long time ago.

But just a few months ago, we finally found the guy who did it.

And I had dreamed of that moment for so long.

Also kind of dreaded it.

I mean, he caused my family so much pain.

When I finally found him, I...

I didn't know what I'd do.

What did you do?

I did the right thing.

I arrested him.

But it wasn't easy.

I get it.

I know why you don't talk about this stuff.

I don't, either, not even to Lucifer.

It's just too painful.

Think about what you really want.

Don't do anything you're gonna regret.

I guess I have to give you that personal day now.

Heads up, we got someone.

He doesn't look like a mobster.

Maybe one of their sources.

Let's hang tight.

Copy that.

Lucifer.

Detective.

Finally.

Look, I'm on a stakeout.

You were right.

The Sinnerman is behind this.

LUCIFER: You don't say. I've just gotten out of cold storage after being grabbed by him again.

What?

Are you okay?

LUCIFER: I'm fine. Just dying to crush that pathetic excuse for a man.

You saw him?

What does he look like?

LUCIFER: Black fellow, early 40s, though he dresses like an old man. Would you believe he wore a sweater vest? His greatest crime yet.

That's not a source; that's him.

Let's go.

LUCIFER: Wait, Detective. Detective? Bloody hell.

Drop the w*apon.

I'm on him!

Cut him off!

Chloe, wait!

We've got units outside!

If you give up now, we can take you in safely.

But this is so much fun.

Oh.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Do what you got to do.

Pierce, wait.

Hey.

Let me help you.

You already did.

You're under arrest.

Let's go.

LUCIFER: Detective. You're okay. What happened?

We got him.

LUCIFER: What? You did it. You got the Sinnerman.

Actually, Pierce did.

LUCIFER: Right. Right. Well, where-where is he?

He's, um...

LUCIFER: I want to talk to him.

Lucifer. Don't worry. You'll get your chance.

Officer, he's ready.

Linda, you there?

What's up?

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Why?

'Cause you're acting kind of strange.

What's going on?

Uh...

I should have told you this earlier, but it was...

weird seeing you and Amenadiel so...

chummy.

Oh.

Were we?

Yeah, you were. Made me feel like b*ating the crap out of him. Or at least throwing rocks at cars.

But, no, I didn't. I came to tell you how I feel.

Yes. Please.

Tell me.

Okay.

Um...

I've been thinking about it all day. You're my best friend, you know?

And he's my ex. And by-by "ex," I mean, like, one of a million ex-sexual partners and not anything special. Any-Anyway, um... it makes me feel left out. So I don't want you two getting together if that's possible.

I understand. You have nothing to worry about.

Thank you. I figured you wouldn't want my sloppy seconds, anyway. And you know me, I was all over that angel. I went in deep. Used every tool in that Swiss Army Kn*fe.

Know what I mean? I touched nerves that he never knew he had.

I can only imagine.

Yeah.

Anyway... You're the best, Linda.

You okay in there?

Um...

I'm-I'm fine.

Thank you, Detective Espinoza.

Charlotte?

I just needed a moment.

And I thought that this was...

the one place that I wouldn't be disturbed.

I don't want to pry, but, uh, you don't seem fine.

I'm not.

I switched to prosecution to try and be a better person...

but I'm not helping anyone.

I just keep screwing things up.

I was really good at being the old me.

The best.

But I know I need to make a change.

And I suck at it.

No one expects you to change overnight.

It's hard to be one of the good guys.

Look, I screw up, too.

I've made plenty of mistakes, believe me.

But I don't quit...

and I know that counts for something.

At least you're trying, right?

Thank you, Dan.

Don't mention it.

Oh, hey, Hernandez.

I'm in the men's room, aren't I?

Oh, yeah.

* * What happens in the shadows * No one has to know * The truth is in the gallows * It'll burn but it won't let go * * A whisper in the darkness * In the quiet it'll grow * You try to hide it * In the farthest place * But everybody knows * There's something in the shadows * * Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh * Cuts you like an arrow * Shifting through the dark * Your strength is in your weakness * * This fire in your blood * Hanging from that hope * But everybody knows * There's something in the shadows * My, my...

how the tables have turned.

I don't know if you remember, but I made you a promise: to look into your eyes and find out what the great Sinnerman desires...

and then take it from him.

* There's something in the shadows * I'm a man of my word, so let's get to it, shall we?

Look at me.

Look into my eyes!

* There's something in the shadows * * Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh * Cuts you like an arrow * Shifting through the dark Now...

you'll never know what I want.

But...

* Hanging from that hope Call Chloe!

Chloe!

Tell Chloe!

Somebody get a medic in here!