LUCIFER:
Previously on Lucifer:
Lucifer Morningstar.
Is that a stage name
or something?
God-given, I'm afraid.
Your return to
the Underworld
has been requested.
Remind Dad that I quit Hell
because I was sick and tired
of playing a part in his play.
Oh, don't say it.
Come on, don't say it.
I'm now an official civilian
consultant for the LAPD.
I want what's best for Lucifer.
Then give me something that
I can use against Lucifer,
and I'll make sure you're both
back where you belong.
He doesn't confide
in me anymore.
But there is someone
he does talk to-- a doctor.
Hello there, neighbor.
I actually need someone
to confide in about a patient.
And hey, listen,
if you have any patients
you need to talk about...
You have no idea.
Just shoot me,
Detective, please,
because maybe
you'll finally realize...
You're bleeding.
What's happening to me?
You're changing,
becoming vulnerable.
Maybe even...
(whispers): mortal.
Oh, Mazie. I know that
you'll always protect me.
No matter how mortal I become,
the Devil can depend on that.
♪ ♪
(truck engine idling)
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, sinner man,
where you gonna run to? ♪
♪ Sinner man, where you
gonna run to? ♪
♪ Where you gonna run to,
all along them days? ♪
♪ Well, I run to the rock ♪
♪ Please hide me,
I run to the rock ♪
♪ Please hide me, I run
to the rock ♪
♪ Please hide me,
all along them days ♪
♪ But the rock cried out,
"I can't hide you" ♪
♪ The rock cried out... ♪
Where you got this
one going to?
San Diego.
Who gave that order?
♪ All along them days ♪
♪ So I ran to the Devil ♪
♪ He was waitin',
I ran to the Devil ♪
♪ He was waitin' ♪
♪ I ran to the Devil ♪
♪ He was waitin' ♪
♪ All along them days ♪
♪ And I cried, "Power..." ♪
Yeah, yeah, Pete.
Erwin here, 413.
I got a guy bringing down
the Morningstar thing here.
♪ Lord ♪
♪ Bring down the power, Lord ♪
♪ Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lord ♪
(muffled grunting)
♪ Bring down... ♪
(gagging)
(sudden snap)
(over radio): Erwin, what's
going on? Are you okay?
♪ Power... to... the... ♪
♪ Lord...! ♪
(thud)
(holding note)
CHLOE: What made you think
you'd get away with it?
If you come clean now,
I'll go easy on you.
So, tell me...
did you eat...
the chocolate cake?
No, Mommy.
(suppressed
laugh, coughing)
(chuckling):
I'm sorry.
It's just cake, Chloe.
Cake is so not the point, Dan.
This is about honesty
and personal
responsibility.
Fine.
I got this.
Hey, Monkey.
Do you remember
when we had that talk
and we said that lying
is a really bad thing?
Well,
some of your birthday cake
is missing.
Now, I didn't eat it,
and we know Mommy
didn't eat it, so...
is there something
you want to tell us?
I ate it.
Mm-hmm.
But Lucifer said it was okay.
Oh, really?
(scoffs)
He said, if you really want
to do something, you should.
And I really wanted
to eat some chocolate cake.
Huh. That's...
...interesting.
Why don't you
go grab your stuff.
(clears throat)
Oh, I am so glad to hear
advice from Lucifer
is on the personal
responsibility lesson plan.
Dan, it's not what you think.
You know what, Chloe?
Your private life
is none of my business,
but when it comes to Trixie...
(phone ringing)
keep Lucifer out of it.
Decker.
Yeah, yeah. I'll hold.
Okay, just don't forget tomorrow
night's Taco Tuesday, okay?
I can't do it.
Why?
I'm working a stakeout
in Van Nuys.
We agreed on planned family time
so that Trixie
can maintain some normalcy
during the separation.
I know, but...
this is important.
I thought you wanted
to work things out.
I don't have a choice, Chloe.
This is work.
Yeah, I've never heard
that one before.
Yeah.
Long Beach?
Okay, I got it.
Thanks.
You know,
when Trixie asks where
you are tomorrow,
I'll be sure to tell her that
something important came up.
♪ ♪
MAZE: Oh, Lucifer.
I brought the after...
after party.
Meet Brittany...
...and Brittany.
(slap)
LUCIFER:
Wow.
Hello, Brittanies.
(Lucifer chuckles)
Yes, very nice to meet you.
Hello.
(both laughing)
Shall we move the party
upstairs?
(sighs) I'll need
my clothes on, actually.
Sorry, girls. I'm late.
For what?
Work.
Please don't tell me
you actually believe you work
for the police.
Work for, work with.
I'm a civilian consultant.
The detective called.
There's been a murder.
My services are needed.
Brittanies...
why don't you make my
friend feel better, hmm?
♪ A little bit wet,
we're still there... ♪
♪ I was in the desert ♪
♪ Tryin' to get home
and not get hurt... ♪
(siren wails in distance)
CHLOE: And, uh, this bruising
is from what?
MAN:
Possible imprint.
I'll know more once
I'm back at the lab.
CHLOE: Okay. Call me
when you get something.
LUCIFER:
Howdy, partner.
We're not partners.
(chuckles) Right.
So, what unpleasantness
felled this heap of
unrealized ambition then?
Suffocation; a crushed trachea.
And this heap has a name.
Erwin Scovell, 55. He worked
security here for 20 years.
Ooh, talk about suffocating.
Vice suspects this place
has been used
by criminal organizations
to store illegal contraband.
Container went missing,
so Scovell probably walked in
on a robbery in progress.
Security cameras
were disabled, so no video.
Probably gonna need
to canvass the...
Lucifer,
it's a dead body.
(chuckling)
A little respect.
Do you know, I am amazed
by the deferential regard
you people hold
for rotting flesh.
I mean, this poor sap's
either already in Hell
or in the Silver City enduring
Uriel's welcome speech,
which is far worse than
Hell, if you ask me.
Let's pretend for one second
that you're someone else.
Someone nice,
someone mature.
Ooh, I love role-play.
Great.
So, since we don't have
any leads,
let's focus on the next steps
of the investigation,
like what was in
the stolen container.
But I've already solved it.
I know what killed Erwin.
What?
Boredom.
I mean, getting murdered
is probably
the most exciting thing
that ever happened to him.
When do we get to raid
a drug house or shoot someone?
I mean, I gave up
an epic foursome to be here.
A man died, and we're going
to do everything we possibly can
to catch the killer.
Pass.
Are you joking?
Hard pass.
Hey! After all
of your manipulations
to get to work with me,
you're really gonna walk away
because you think
this case is boring?
Just call me when you've
got a murder with a pulse.
Or at least someone
good-looking.
I mean...
Is the Brittany buffet
still serving?
Okay, got it.
Huh?
God, I was hoping
for a good shag
just as a
palate cleanser
to wipe the foul taste of
boredom from my mouth.
We need to talk.
Well, as long as it's
not the detective's
homicide/robbery snoozefest
at the docks, I'm all ears.
You know, I don't
know how they do it.
40 hours a week,
52 weeks a year, 50 years.
I mean, I didn't leave Hell
just to step into another one.
Yeah, well, about that
robbery/homicide snoozefest:
The container that's missing,
it was yours.
What container?
The container.
♪ ♪
MAZE: Didn't you hear
what I just said?
The container is missing.
I heard you.
Then why aren't we out there
recovering it?
Why fuss? I suppose
if somebody wants it
badly enough to steal it,
then perhaps they
should have it, then.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
This doesn't upset you?
I don't know
what to tell you, Maze.
I guess it's not that important
to me after all.
Well, it's your container...
and your reputation.
What about my reputation?
Well, apparently,
it's okay to steal from you now.
But...
if it doesn't bother you...
doesn't bother me.
(wry laugh)
(groans quietly)
OFFICER: We're canvassing
the entire area
for witnesses now, ma'am.
CHLOE:
Okay, good. Let's check
with the nearby businesses,
All right.
and check the--
Yeah.
Excuse me.
What? Have you thought
of all new offensive things
to say?
No, I've changed mind.
I've come back to help.
Any leads yet?
I need your help
like I need a third boob.
Mmm!
Wait.
Don't say a word.
Knew it was a mistake
the minute
it came out of my mouth.
We're partners,
and I'm offering you
my services.
I think you need
a refresher course
on how partnership works.
You left me hanging, remember?
Yes, but now I'm here
because of the robbery.
Robbery? Why?
Because the container
that was stolen was mine.
You somehow
left that out before.
Well, I didn't know before.
Maze handles logistics--
storage and such.
And did you know
that this facility was used
to house illegal contraband?
No.
But what better place
to store my stuff
than somewhere people
hide illicit goods?
Asking the obvious here,
but was your stuff
illegal contraband, too?
Define "illegal."
What was in the container?
A personal item, insignificant.
Yeah, but what was in it?
The only thing I brought
with me to Los Angeles.
I know, but you're not
answering the question.
Look, I was storing some
stuff, it was stolen,
the theft sets an
awful precedent,
so I'm obliged to make the
person responsible pay.
Now, if you let me help,
I'm certain we can
solve this case quickly.
And I have a lead.
♪ ♪
Snow cones?
This is your lead?
We don't have time for this.
We should be working.
What can I get you?
Uh, yes.
I'll have two Tropic Wonders
and your face smashed
into the ground.
What?
What the...?
Lucifer, what are
you doing? Stop!
I believe they call this
interrogating.
CHLOE:
Lucifer, stop!
He needs to tell me
where my stuff is.
CHLOE: Don't.
I just sell snow cones.
CHLOE: Lucifer!
This isn't how
we do things.
This pathetic sap's real name
is Frankie Costa,
and his real job is transporting
and storing illegal goods.
Maze set up the warehouse
through him.
So if someone knew to rob it,
he'd be involved.
(grunting nervously)
I wouldn't steal
from my own operation.
That warehouse is
off-limits.
Hey, man.
I'm trying to get out
of the storage racket.
Yes, focus, Frankie.
Who took my property?
I don't know.
I'm trying
to find out myself.
This is bad for business.
And who would know about
the storage service?
Who are you?
I'm someone with one of these.
But this guy
doesn't have one.
So say if I were
to walk away,
he can do whatever
he wants to you.
Of if you're not responsible,
you can point us
in the right direction
of someone who is. Cool?
(gasping):
Okay, okay.
Los Diablos.
The biker club?
Yeah.
I run the warehouse,
but they run the docks.
If anything went down,
they would know about it.
That's all I know.
I swear.
All right, all right.
Fine.
That was incredible.
It was musical,
poetic really.
We were like fish and chips,
salt and pepper.
Hipsters
and condescension.
Give me
one good reason
why I shouldn't arrest
you for assault.
Fine, Frankie's
a complete scumbag,
and he skimps
on the cherry syrup.
So that's two, actually.
Uh, something's
going on with you,
and it has to do with
that mysterious container,
so no more games--
what's in it?
(huffs)
It was a gift
from my father.
That's still
not an answer.
I mean, what,
was it his memoirs?
Some priceless
porn collection?
Look, if we're gonna
work together on this,
you're gonna have to
trust me, all right?
You're right, we shouldn't
work together on this.
(scoffs)
Aren't we being
a touch dramatic?
You know, I put up
with a lot of crap
to let you in on my cases,
and that's because thus far
you've been honest with me,
but now, for some reason, you're
not telling me the full story.
I'm telling you
everything you need to know
to help find my stuff.
A man was murdered, and all you
can talk about is your property?
Yes, but if we find it,
then you find out
who killed the security
guard-- it's win-win.
So, please, enlighten me.
Under what rock will
we find Los Diablos?
It's a very on-the-nose
name, if you ask me.
We won't find them anywhere.
It's a conflict of interest.
(cell phone rings)
Look, Chloe, I told you, there's
nothing I can do about tomorrow.
Truce.
This is a call
for Dan the detective.
All right?
I need your help.
Okay.
It's about my case.
Homicide at the docks.
Security guard killed
during a robbery.
Yeah, that container
that was stolen,
it was Lucifer's.
That storage facility was filled
with black market goods.
Yeah, it was.
You think what Lucifer had
stored in there may be illegal.
Whatever is in that container,
he won't tell me.
And for a man who's all about
over-sharing, says a lot,
so I want you to look into him,
try and find out
what he might be hiding.
Absolutely.
♪ ...I need an escape ♪
♪ To Mexico ♪
♪ And if I had
to go through... ♪
LAPD.
Boss is out.
Yes, I know.
♪ But if I stole the '69... ♪
What do you want?
I need to see your books.
Without any foreplay?
Your boss has reported
an operating loss
for the last five years.
So?
So this club is
packed every night.
At 20 bucks an appletini,
it doesn't really add up.
You're Chloe's ex, right?
And you're Lucifer's
pet on a leash.
Now answer the question.
Well, technically,
that wasn't a question.
Is your divorce final yet?
That's none of your business.
Now, are you gonna
show me your records,
or do I need
to get a warrant?
We have nothing to hide.
That's great.
I'll be right here.
Mm-hmm.
Actually, the books
are in the office.
And there are way too many of
them to carry all by myself.
But if you come
out back with me,
I'll let you see
whatever you want.
Just the books is fine.
(chuckles)
Right this way.
♪ No, no, no, no ♪
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no... ♪
Straight ahead,
to the left.
(grunts)
♪ No, no, no, no,
like you, I'm never tired... ♪
When Chloe told you to leave,
how did that make you feel?
Well, pissed off, of course.
Whatever was stolen from you
must have been very important.
No.
Actually, no, it's
the principle at stake here.
I mean, nobody steals from me
and gets away with it.
This loss brings up an issue
that we've been skirting
since we began
our work together.
Right.
Your identity.
(wry laugh) It's still
the Devil, darling.
Yes, but who are you
trying so hard to become?
Nobody.
I'm completely unbecoming.
(chuckles)
And yet you keep trying on
many hats to hide your horns.
Playboy, cop, club owner...
Yes, you forgot "master
of all things tongue-related."
Speaking of which,
shall we?
That's for later.
I think we're onto something
very important here.
One of the hardest
things we ever do...
is learn to be ourselves.
I want you to tell me
who you believe...
is the real you.
I...
(sighs)
I am...
...second-guessing
your skills as a therapist.
You're feeling judged.
(chuckles)
So you're lashing out
and judging me.
But that's excellent.
It's transference.
Which means you seek
my approval.
I seek no one's approval.
And time's up.
Suddenly I'm no longer
in the amorous mood.
Okay, hold on...
Hold on, Lucifer.
You think that's a fight.
I think it's progress.
Or maybe I'm just realizing
what a waste of time this is.
(sighs)
(knocking on door)
I'm glad you came ba...
Oh.
Is everything okay?
(chuckling):
It's-it's you. Hi.
I'm sorry, it's just,
uh, thin walls.
Oh.
Yes, everything's fine.
Uh, please.
Thanks again for drinks
the other night, Linda.
Uh, yeah.
Yes, that was fun.
Yeah.
All right, so what kind of
parent names their kid Lucifer?
(chuckles)
I'm sorry, I don't mean to
be unprofessional, but...
We're colleagues.
Cone of silence.
And I don't believe
his real name is Lucifer.
We talk in metaphors.
Mmm.
Patients with delusions.
They can be really challenging.
Mm, he's actually
quite charming.
Yeah, but even Satan
disguises himself
as an angel of the light.
2 Corinthians,
chapter 11, verse 14.
Ah.
Two years of seminary school
before I decided I wanted to
help people in a different way.
Ah. Interesting.
I thought you seemed... pure.
(both laugh)
Listen, you really helped me
with my patient the other day,
and I would love to
return the favor.
I know the Bible inside and out,
so if you ever need a consult,
just let me know.
(gasps)
(groans quietly)
Whoa.
CHLOE (distant): Just quit
defending him, Mom.
You know Dan's
never gonna change.
Mm-hmm.
What's for dinner, Mommy?
Greens, you little cake monster.
Yeah.
I mean, I don't know why
I even bother telling you.
He's-he's not
gonna change, Mom.
You know, Dan's just
the way he is,
and I wasn't asking
for the world.
I just wanted
to see a little effort,
and it's probably too late.
Ah, it's pointless
to discuss this with you.
Why? Because you always
take his side.
Look, Mom, I...
Daddy!
Shh!
Hey, Monkey!
What are
you doing here?
And why are you wearing
a pillow?
Well, those are... that...
those are great questions,
and I'm gonna answer
both of them later.
But right now, I need you
to do something for me.
What?
Get me some clothes, and don't
tell Mommy that I'm here.
I thought you said
lying was a bad thing.
It is; it's terrible;
but this-this is different.
Because we're gonna
play a game.
It's called "Sneak Daddy
Out of the House."
That still sounds
like a lie.
(sighs)
You know,
it's complicated, Monkey.
You're just gonna have
to go with it, okay?
What's in it for me?
What do you want?
Chocolate cake.
Done.
For a whole year.
Absolutely not.
Mommy, I'm thirsty!
Okay, fine.
Done.
Now will you please
go get me some clothes?
(dance music playing,
low and indistinct)
What the hell
did you do to me?
What do you mean?
One second, I'm
standing here,
next second, I'm in
my ex's bed naked.
Well, you're welcome.
So,
did it work?
You two have sex?
No.
Why would you think
that putting me in her bed naked
would get us to have sex?
(sighs)
Always works for me.
And why would
you even want
Chloe and I to have sex?
So that you and her
will get back together,
and she'll be out
of Lucifer's life.
You're not
from around here, are you?
You have no idea.
You can't just smash two people
together like Barbies,
and think that that's
gonna fix things.
Relationships, they
take time and effort.
And you got to work at it,
like...
it's your job.
Humans are so exhausting.
Here are the books
you wanted to see.
Oh, no, we're not through here.
You assaulted a police officer.
I'm taking you in.
And what exactly
are you going
to say happened?
Hmm?
That a tiny female bartender
knocked you out,
stripped you naked
and put you in your ex's bed?
(laughs)
♪ ♪
DAN (over phone):
I can't explain it.
Lux's books are clean.
How is that even possible?
I had them run for discrepancies
with receivables.
I looked for
hidden payments.
Whatever Lucifer's into,
it's not running through Lux.
All right, thanks for trying.
Listen, Chloe...
I want to talk to you
about Taco Tuesday.
Hey, Dan,
I got to go.
Next time you secretly follow
someone, don't tailgate them.
Draws a little attention.
It's not my fault you drive
like an elderly turtle.
Lucifer...
go home.
Detective...
It sucks not getting
what you want.
Now you have
to deal with it
like the rest of us.
I'm sorry.
What did you just say?
I apologize.
I crossed the line this
morning with Mr. Snow Cone.
It was a mistake.
I realize that now.
Wow.
You must really be desperate.
I prefer determined.
Look, I need your help
to find my stuff.
But you have to admit
I've proven myself useful.
Despite the methods employed,
Frankie did give us
a solid lead.
Insanely wild guess,
but this is where we'll
find some Los Diablos.
There's an imprint
on the victim's neck
that we found under UV light.
Killer must've worn
some kind of bracelet
when he strangled
the security guard.
Cross look familiar?
Well, what do you know?
Our suspect awaits.
Shall we?
♪ Don't let
our good thing go... ♪
(indistinct chatter,
blues guitar wailing)
♪ Yes, and you
changed me, baby ♪
♪ Don't let
our good thing go... ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And like a good man,
you can touch me ♪
♪ And we'll start all ov... ♪
(music stops)
MAN: What happened to the music?
Hey!
Come on, man!
What are you doing, man?
What is this?
What's going on here?
What's going on
with that?
(grumbling, murmuring continue)
Excuse me!
Pardon the intrusion,
you Village People rejects,
but one of you has stolen
something that belongs to me.
So please identify yourself,
so I can punish you accordingly.
(crowd murmuring, grumbling)
MAN:
Who do you think you are?
MAN: Ah, come on.
I thought we were past you
thinking you're invincible.
I really want to find my stuff.
What the hell
did you just say?
Hmm? Harry Potter?
(chuckles)
MAN: There you go.
(men grumbling, murmuring)
MAN 2: Mess him up, Renny.
Well, since you're
obviously lower
on the human
evolutionary chain,
perhaps your hearing hasn't
developed as well as it should,
so I'll repeat myself.
Who...
stole...
my...
property?
(grunting)
Everybody back the hell off
or you're going to jail.
(whistling)
Pardon my boys.
They don't always have
the best, uh,
people skills.
(chuckles)
Take a breather, Renny.
Now!
Be cool.
Hank Cutter.
I'm in charge here.
Oh, a Mrs. Police.
How are you?
Why don't we chat
in my office, okay?
Follow me.
We heard that you
control the docks,
and if anything goes down,
Los Diablos are in on it.
Really? We're just
a riding club, okay?
Whose members have been arrested
for guns, drugs, murder.
A few bad apples
shouldn't paint us all
in a bad light,
now should it, ma'am?
But it does paint you
as suspects.
Hey, look, just because we have
a reputation as outlaws
doesn't mean we had anything
to do with a murder.
(wry laugh)
You like being considered
a criminal, don't you?
(both chuckling)
Yeah, you do.
What else do you want?
(chuckles)
To own a clothing line.
Oh.
CHLOE:
Clothing line?
I-I did not see that one coming.
Yes, managing bikers
must be so exhausting.
All that brawling and pillaging.
I'm 54.
Really?
I'd rather be in my hammock
playing my Stratocaster.
All this motorcycle riding's
enlarged my prostate.
It's unpleasant.
That's an unfortunate
occupational hazard.
Tell me about it.
Look, we've trademarked
our name.
We're selling
T-shirts and jackets,
and we're gonna
re-brand and...
(whistles)
go legit.
"Legit."
There's a lot of money
in the apparel industry.
All the more reason
to keep our noses clean.
See, we used to cover the docks,
not anymore.
I specifically
ordered them off-limits.
Maybe someone missed
the re-branding memo.
Killer wore a bracelet
with an iron cross.
Left an imprint on the dead
security guard at the warehouse.
(scoffs)
Look, uh, a lot of bikers
wear iron crosses.
Yeah, well, I'm interested in
your guys who have iron crosses.
Hey, look, I've told you
everything I know.
If you have any
more questions,
feel free to contact
my attorney.
But we're not finished yet.
Yeah, we're done.
Thank you.
LUCIFER:
But why are we leaving?
He's hiding something.
It's obvious.
We need to force
it out of him.
We have this little thing
called due process.
We can't just force things
out of people.
Besides, there's an easier way
to get our bad guy.
You saw the look on Cutter's
face when he saw that photo.
He knows exactly
who robbed the docks.
He's gonna need to deal
with this immediately.
Or it puts his plan
to re-brand in jeopardy.
Defying his orders--
it's a huge challenge
to his authority.
He's not gonna want to
deal with this in public.
Bet you the first
person he goes to see
is the owner of
that bracelet.
What, so your strategy
is just to sit here, paralyzed,
hoping that Cutter
leads us to the suspect?
What a terrible idea.
Hmm, you think so?
I do, I mean, for one,
even though Cutter's
no brain surgeon,
surely he wouldn't just--
Wouldn't what?
(bike engine starts)
Well done, Detective.
(engine starts)
(chuckles)
A toast to Dr. Linda Martin,
therapist to the Devil himself.
(both laugh)
I should put that
on the door.
Mm, well, it sounds
like he's dealing
with some genuine issues.
I'm just having such a hard time
getting through to him.
Maybe it's because you've
been humoring his metaphor
without fully embracing it.
You mean, completely accept
that he's actually the Devil?
Mm-hmm.
It's worth a try.
If only I knew someone who could
help me with the Bible.
(laughs)
I know so much about it,
it's almost as if I was there.
If he's positioning
himself as the Devil, right?
He must see himself as evil.
Mm!
No.
Actually, he's struggling.
I think he thinks
other people see him as evil.
You seem attached
to this patient.
I am...
very motivated to help him.
I see.
Well, um,
every culture in the world
and throughout history,
for that matter,
has its very own myth
of the Devil.
Mm-hmm.
But the one thing
that they all have in common
is that the Devil is
essentially a rebellious son.
Sounds like my guy.
I thought it might.
Now, if you're
really serious
about embracing
the metaphor, Linda--
truly embracing it--
I know how you can get to him.
But he might not like
what you have to say.
But will it help him?
He may not realize it,
but yes.
Then let's do it.
(chuckles)
This is the longest
I've sat in a parked car
and not had sex.
Ew.
You can't enjoy this.
This sitting around endlessly,
waiting for something to happen.
You know, if sitting here
not being entertained
is so terrible,
then maybe it's a sign
you should be somewhere else.
Have I done something
to offend you?
Only every time I see you.
Ha, ha, ha.
No, this is different.
For the first time,
I don't think you're being
honest with me.
You have this
mysterious container
that was stolen
that someone was
willing to kill for.
You make shady deals
with shady people.
You're violent.
Your personal records only go
back five years, and the books
from Lux are way too clean.
It's...
I had Dan go and check it out.
You had Dan
deal with Maze alone?
Oh, dear.
For the first time,
I actually feel sorry
for Detective Douche.
It all points to you
being a criminal.
So what's the big deal?
What if I am a criminal?
I'd have to arrest you.
Ooh, whip out the cuffs, then.
Why shy away
from a little bondage fun?
(chuckles)
You know, Lucifer,
this is serious.
And despite all
your weirdness
I...
I actually really like
working with you.
So, anyhow...
What a momentous
revelation, Detective Decker.
We should celebrate.
You can celebrate from jail
when it turns out
I'm right about you.
I have never lied to you.
And I will
never lie to you.
What was in the container?
Russian dolls.
Russian dolls?
(motorcycle approaches)
Here we go.
(indistinct conversation)
Oh, I knew it was
gonna be that Renny guy.
About that warehouse...!
Think I won't?
(gunshot, grunt)
(gasps)
This is Unit 831.
Shots fired at 21st and Lewis.
We need backup and an ambo, now.
DISPATCH (over radio):
...Unit 831,
all units in the vicinity...
(engine starts, revs)
♪ ♪
(tires screeching)
♪ Get down, get down,
get down, get... ♪
♪ Down... ♪
♪ Now get down ♪
♪ The day is my enemy ♪
♪ The night is my friend ♪
♪ The day is my enemy ♪
♪ The night is my friend... ♪
There.
♪ The day is my enemy ♪
♪ The night is my friend... ♪
(grunts)
Bloody mortality.
(gun clicks,
Renny yells angrily)
Been a while
since I had a good hunt.
LUCIFER:
That tingling sensation
running up your spine--
inevitability.
And the bit running
down your leg?
Fear.
♪ ♪
(gasping nervously)
Now...
you give me what is mine.
Wasn't my idea, I swear.
He didn't tell me
what was in the container.
But I looked.
I saw them.
Who stole them?
Oh, God...
Who... stole them?
(whimpers, gasps)
They were yours.
Who stole them?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh...
you are gonna more than sorry
unless you
tell me everything.
Please. Please, don't...
No!
No! No!
LUCIFER: No, don't!
(screams)
(body thuds)
I couldn't stop him.
EMT: Take it.
Hey, you all right?
Looks like Cutter's
gonna make it.
He just gave a statement.
Cutter?
The guy Renny shot.
Renny was pissed
about the direction.
of the club; he thought
they were selling out.
So he went out on his own,
robbed the warehouse
and killed the security guard.
(sighs)
We got justice
for Erwin Scovell.
Wonderful.
And they've recovered
one container
belonging to...
a Lucifer Morningstar.
Where?
Inside.
You didn't take a sneaky peek
before telling me?
You'd never lie to me, right?
(wry laugh)
You're gonna watch me open it.
You're damn right.
(scoffing laugh)
♪ ♪
Wow.
Hmm...
I told you.
Why go to all this trouble
for dolls?
Oh, come now, Detective.
I have to keep some
mysteries for myself.
Enjoy your dolls.
♪ ♪
They're gone.
(knocking at door)
Want to grab that?
Hi, Daddy.
DAN:
Hey, Monkey.
This is for after dinner, okay?
Hey.
Thought you had
an important work thing.
Well, it wasn't as important
as having tacos with Trixie.
And you.
That is, if it's not too late.
Yeah.
We're just making the salsa.
Great.
That smells so yummy.
Oh, good.
LINDA:
I'm glad you came back.
Well, I needed to get
my parking validated.
So your items
were never recovered?
No.
Earlier, you said
that the items weren't
that important.
Yet now, you seem very upset
that they're gone.
Well, I'm a walking paradox.
What can I say?
Sometimes we need
to lose something
before we can
understand its value.
I didn't lose anything.
No.
No, you were
a victim of a crime.
It's only natural that
you would feel violated.
And often, our feelings of loss
connect to how we feel...
about who we are.
Oh, right.
So we're back on that, are we?
You want to talk
about my identity.
Yes, because you're the Devil.
You told me your names.
But you left out a few others.
Abaddon.
Belial.
Prince of Darkness...
Someone's been brushing up
on their Sunday school.
Yes.
But before you fell,
you were known as Samael.
The Lightbringer.
I don't go by that name anymore.
That was a name that connotated
your father's love for you.
(laughing):
Right.
Was casting his son into Hell
also an expression of his love?
Oh, God didn't cast you
out of Heaven
because he was angry with you.
How can you presume
to know God's intentions?
Oh, I don't.
I can't.
Then maybe stick
within the limits
of your intellectual capacity.
Or maybe my simplicity
offers me a different
perspective.
God cast you out
because He needed you
to do the most
difficult of jobs.
It was a gift.
Gift?
He shunned me.
He vilified me.
He made me a torturer!
Can you even begin to fathom
what it was like?
Eons spent
providing a place
for dead mortals
to punish themselves?
I mean, why do they blame me
for all their little failings?
As if I'd spent my days
sitting on their shoulder,
forcing them to commit acts
they'd otherwise find repulsive.
"Oh, the Devil made me do it."
I have never made any one
of them do anything.
Never.
What happened to you is unfair.
Unfair?
This is unjust.
For all eternity,
my name will be invoked
to represent
all their depravity.
That is the gift
that my father gave me.
It was an act of love.
How do you know?
Because you are
his favorite son, Samael.
Do not call me that, please!
You are his fallen angel.
But here's the thing:
When angels fall,
they also... rise.
All you have to do
is embrace all that you are.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
You just have to be open
to the process...
You don't understand.
I can't!
But why?
Because they stole them from me!
♪ So I think it's time ♪
♪ What are you looking for? ♪
♪ We both are free ♪
♪ In the here and now ♪
♪ So take my hand ♪
♪ And don't fear what you find ♪
Someone's got them, Mazikeen.
♪ Open up, give it up ♪
♪ Go ♪
♪ Your life will be brighter ♪
Someone's got my wings.
♪ Your days will be longer ♪
♪ Become what you're feeling ♪
♪ You're flesh and blood,
give it up, go! ♪