Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(chuckles, sighs)

What was I thinking?

should we just pick up where we left off?

I helped save the detective, for you.

Weren't you at that beach party?

This was always a terrible idea.

Yeah, and neither can I.

I'm the Lord of Hell, for crying out loud.

I let my anger get the better of me

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh. ♪

DAN: Dr. Jason Carlisle. He saved the dissertation

Before I shoot you for busting into my place...

but am I supposed to let them punch me, too?

♪ 'Cause I'm a little unsteady. ♪

- unfinished business up on Earth... - LUCIFER: What?

An insult to trash.

- (screams) - MOM: No.

(flatline continues)

My last words were a clue.

I can't do this.

I'm just a manifestation of your own guilty conscience.

Having spent millennia in that terrible place,

I-I don't want this!

What are you doing here?

And the detective?

Uh... this way.

No, no, I'm fine.

Something's wrong with you, buddy.

now that I know He might be behind it all?

we would have had a meeting about carelessly revealing

♪ To fight when you feel like flying ♪

you poisoned a detective.

because I'm about to get the formula.

...and then their guts slowly start boiling,

We're not here to bust you.

We'll take it from here.

I need to get out of here.

(monitor beeping) Right, so one zap

(echoing footsteps)

I-I want someone to buy my art

- from the professor's lab. Okay? - LUCIFER: Mm.

♪ Now you're just turning the knife ♪

- (gasps) - ♪ Hold ♪

How do I get out?

No, no, Mum, you figured it out.

We'll talk later, yeah?

How I'm gonna save the detective.

You picked the wrong place to rob.

The brain only lasts three minutes after death.

This is a terrible idea. I absolutely forbid it.

Hurts you more than it does me.

Okay, who wants to kill me?

- DAN: This is your brother? - ELLA: Yep.

- Something's wrong in Hell. - (flatline)

What? You're not the one that has to look

what you found at the professor's lab, okay?

DAN: Yeah, man. We're the ones

but the good news is, he does have an ankle bracelet

Just to see if we've missed anything.

So, if you give me the formula to her antidote,

- You've painting quite the picture, Miss Lopez. - CHLOE: Right.

you didn't even follow up on that thing I told you.

So, why don't you show me the bedroom?