Lucifer (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - The Sinnerman - full transcript

Lucifer and Chloe come face-to-face with the Sinnerman.

Previously on Lucifer...
He is so into you.

You're joking.
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.

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.

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.

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.

So, Joey Pileggi,

what is it you desire?

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?

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.

There's a school for angels?

No.

There's no Hogwarts in the sky.

Right. Obviously.

Are you using humor to deflect
my very reasonable question?

Look, if you must know,

we were all born this way,

each with our own
God-given abilities.

But what came first?

Do angels' powers shape
their personalities?

Or are your personalities
shaped by your powers?

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.

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.

You're too low-
maintenance, Detective.

People assume work
is your only desire.

Yeah, well, it's not.

Yeah, what a jerk.

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?

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?

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 killed.

Well, his desire was to become
the new Godfather,

a Scarface for millennials.

You introduced him to the mob?

I may have gotten him
an internship.

Ella.

What do you have
on the cause of death?

Two gunshot wounds
to the chest,

and his legs were broken.

Practically
shattered.

But here's the weird part.
I thought that the killer

broke Joey's legs first...
you know, torturing him

before killing him...
but look.

Minimal hemorrhaging.

That's when I realized

Joey's legs were
broken postmortem.

Why? What's the killer
trying to say?

Oh, no.

What?

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.

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.

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? I know
how these guys work.

I've represented mobsters
like this for years.

Alleged mobsters.

Who did you
introduce Joey to?

Frankie the Knife.
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.

Detective, Lucifer.
Are you about to talk

to Frankie the Knife?
Yep.

Well, I can help. I know him.

I defended him once.

Unknown caller?

Um...

Look, why don't you give
the newbie a shot, 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.

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?

Hi, Frankie.

Man, the guys
are sure gonna be jealous

when they hear
you're defending me.

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 kill him.

I got no idea about any killing.

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.
You do not need to answer that.

I don't?

But it would be helpful
if you did.

Right. Enough of this
"bad cop, worse cop."

Tell me, Frankie.

What is it you really want?

I want to find out
who killed 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 killer,

you let me know, 'cause I would
love to bring him in.

That means he would kill him.

Oh, thank you, Charlotte.

Thanks.

Hey, Chloe?
Yes.

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.

Detective, I know
this woman.

What?

I did her a favor,
too, years ago.

This isn't just a murder.
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 killed her.

She died from two
gunshots to the chest.

So the killer arranged her
after he killed her,

just like with Joey.

We need
to find the man

who did this
and punish him.

Lucifer, what
do you know about her?

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. 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?

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.

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?

Amongst other things, yes.
Okay, well,

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

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.

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?

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.

Okay, we're gonna
treat this murder

as we would any other crime:

we follow the evidence
till we find the truth,

Sinnerman or not.

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

Lucifer,

where are you going?

*

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.

Mazikeen, you're back!

I love the hair.

Can we talk?

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

Hang on. Do you even care
what I was about to say?

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

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

Okay. Fine. What is it?

Did...

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?
Our second vic, Frieda...

total fighter.

She struggled with the killer
and scratched him.

So I checked out her fingernail
scrapings and found

blood and skin cells.

And came up
with the killer's DNA.

Which matches a hair that
I recovered from Joey's place.

So, boom,

we can place the killer
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.

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.

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.

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...

Oh, Sinnerman!

Where are you?

* The dust has settled

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.

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 captive audience.

Oh.

Well played.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

Likewise.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

So this is
your diabolical plan?

Is it? Hmm?

To bore me to death?!

Lucifer?

Lucifer, I know
you're in here.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Right, you do realize

that talking in her office
is literally Linda's job?

Interesting point.

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.

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.

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.

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 killed 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 killed 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.

You don't say.

I've just gotten
out of cold storage

after being grabbed
by him again.

What? Are you okay?
I'm fine.

Just dying to crush that
pathetic excuse for a man.

You saw him? What
does he look like?

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.

Wait, Detective.

Detective?

Bloody hell.

Drop the weapon.

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.

Detective.

You're okay. What happened?

We got him.
What?

You did it.
You got the Sinnerman.

Actually, Pierce did.

Right.

Right. Well,
where-where is he?

He's, um...

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 beating
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 knife.

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!