Previously on Lucifer...
LUCIFER:
That's Azrael's blade.
That's one angry-ass snake.
I want my family back.
AMENADIEL: Mom and I are gonna
find a way to get back
to the Silver City.
One way or another.
Something is wrong.
It won't stop.
The only thing that's
gonna save my life
is finding the antidote.
The plan is simple:
you kill me, I go down to Hell
interrogate the professor,
get the formula,
and then you bring me back.
(gasps)
Well, you didn't
die after all.
I heard you saved me.
This is your Father's doing.
Chloe is his doing;
he put her in your path.
So none of it was real?
Don't!
I mean, how can I trust
anything, anyone
now that I know He might be
behind it all?
Well, you can trust me.
Can I, Mum?
You're as bad
as He is.
I am tired of
being a pawn.
I'm done.
Lucifer? You here?
♪ ♪
How dare he walk out on me.
I'm a goddess.
Yes, you are.
I think I deserve
a modicum of respect.
I respect you.
Then why did my son abandon me?
Wait, we're talking
about your son?
Do you know that
I went to Hell for him?
I even helped save his
scrawny, little human,
who I much prefer dead.
This is
getting weird.
Yeah. It's been two weeks
and no word.
I mean, a mother
has needs,
don't you agree?
Okay, uh...
I got to go.
You're a terrible kisser.
Must suck to be on
the outs with Lucifer.
He hates it when
people manipulate him.
I didn't.
At least not like his Father.
True, but you're here.
And the big guy's not.
I bet Lucifer is
plotting his revenge
as we speak.
(chuckles)
Hmm.
♪ Wide awake ♪
♪ Such a shame
for us to lose... ♪
Love the vibe you
got going here.
It's very Godfather.
You even look a
bit like Brando.
Circa the barefoot,
stress-eating years.
This is a
big move, man.
Are you sure
about this?
Oh, yes.
Now hand it over.
It's not gonna go cheap.
(chuckles)
Worth every penny.
It's your funeral.
DAN:
Still no sign of Lucifer?
I went by his place.
It's completely packed up.
No e-mails,
no calls, nothing.
He's gone.
Just... it is
what it is.
You know, Chloe, you don't have
to pretend with me.
I know you're upset.
I mean, he's your partner,
he should've told you
he was leaving.
Whatever.
It's been two weeks.
I'm over it.
Please just change the subject.
ELLA:
Man, I miss Lucifer.
He was the best hugger.
I mean, squirmer on the outside,
but warm and fuzzy
on the inside.
Ella.
Do you mind?
Oh.
Sorry, Decker.
Guess he hasn't
called you either.
ELLA: So we got
Ash Corrigan.
27. Cause of death,
blunt trauma,
by something that left
small circular gashes
around the wound.
M.E.'s gonna make me some molds
so I can track down
the murder weapon.
DAN: Well, it doesn't
look like a robbery.
I mean, guy's wallet and ID
hasn't been touched.
His car's still here.
I'm thinking Ash
was a club-goer.
Got into a bar fight,
then everything went
to head out here.
Hmm.
I think he
played in a band.
Calloused fingers.
Guitar player.
Good catch.
Well, yeah.
And this.
Looks like the band
lost their front man.
♪ Feel a lot of pain... ♪
I can't believe he's gone.
We were in such a good place.
The album was selling, man.
Tour was gonna be huge.
This blows so hard.
What's gonna happen to us?
Come on, dude,
Ash is dead.
He's just saying what
we're all thinking.
The band's over.
We're screwed.
So Ash was
staying here?
He was just crashing on
the couch last couple weeks.
DAN: You guys weren't worried
when he didn't come
home last night?
We just figured that he hooked
up with someone.
I hoped, anyway.
He's been in a funk
since his divorce.
It was bad.
How bad?
You should talk to Courtney.
Ash's ex.
She's, um... very passionate.
They fought non-stop,
even got violent once.
♪ Till we're down and dusty. ♪
♪ ♪
DAN: So the band was right,
the ex-wife was violent.
Look at these.
(gasps)
She was arrested for
domestic abuse two years ago.
I mean, charges
were dropped, but...
LUCIFER:
Detective!
You're okay.
What? Yes, of course I'm okay.
Don't be so silly.
(chuckles)
Lucifer, I was really,
really worried about you.
Shh! Hold
that thought.
I have news.
What...
Wow.
You just-- you go AWOL
for two weeks,
and then you have the nerve
to come here and shush me?
Yeah.
You have some serious
explaining to do, man.
Yes, I know that, Daniel,
and I'm about to.
Shall we all have a sit down?
No. Spill it.
I'm dying to know
where you've been.
WOMAN:
Lucifer?
Uh...
Candy, darling,
I told you to
wait in the car.
But it's so
stuffy in there.
But it's a
convertible.
CANDY: Plus I wanted to
show your police friends
just how generous
my honey is.
(giggles)
He paid that sketchy diamond guy
a ginormous pile of cash for it.
Well, mm.
Lucifer,
who is this?
Right.
Meet Candy Morningstar.
My wife.
(giggles)
(both chuckle)
Wow.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(clacking)
It's not how I'd
hoped to announce it.
I know it might be
a tad surprising.
No, why would I
be surprised?
That you disappeared
after I almost died,
and then waltzed back in
married to a stripper?
Exotic dancer, but,
yes, I can explain.
No.
No need.
I'm happy for you.
Really.
Do you mind?
Sorry.
Am I bugging you?
I'm totally bugging you.
No, I love
that sound.
Oh.
LUCIFER:
Look, Detective,
I had some
family issues.
And I-I went to Vegas
to blow off some steam.
One thing led
to another, and...
Look, I am sorry, I should've
told you that I needed...
time off.
This isn't about vacation hours,
this isn't about time cards,
Lucifer, this...
How could you just...?
I thought
we were...
(voice breaking):
I thought we were friends.
Friends? Yes.
Friends, that's exactly
what we are.
Just friends.
Right.
So it's all
sorted then,
we'll go back to the way it was.
Great.
You know, before...
Yes, I get it!
DAN:
Hey.
What?
I have Ash's ex-wife
in interrogation.
Great.
I...
That's classy,
dude.
Real classy.
Thank you?
You think they
like me?
Oh, what's not to like?
(Candy chuckling)
"Violent psycho bitch."
"Sid and Nancy,
except she's Sid."
"All she wanted was
to crush Ash's soul."
So, Courtney,
care to explain why all of
your ex-husband's bandmates
think you're capable of murder?
I had nothing to do with this.
Where were you the
night of Ash's death?
The same place I am
every night: work.
I have employees who
can vouch for it.
What do you do?
Run an online clothing company.
Built it from scratch.
Worked my ass off.
You want to know what Ash
would say about work?
"The world will provide."
But you know who did?
Me.
Someone had to
be responsible.
The band, they thought
I was uncool,
but it was Ash, he was
the selfish, childish one.
I completely understand.
I was with an
immature partner,
and it was maddening.
It's crazy-making.
Yeah, wanted to kill him.
I didn't say that.
LUCIFER:
Ouch. Shade.
I wouldn't take
it too personally.
Yeah, right.
I'm sure it's not me
she's talking about.
Well, who else would
she be talking about?
CHLOE:
So, you want to explain
the domestic
abuse charge?
Look, we fought.
I'm not proud of that.
But I've paid for
my mistakes, literally.
What do you mean?
Ash took everything
when we divorced.
I agreed to sit down
with a divorce mediator,
and the guy was completely
biased against me.
I think him and Ash
set up some sort of
shady side deal.
He's the real criminal.
But if Ash got this
hefty divorce settlement,
then why was he couch-surfing?
Where'd the money go?
Maybe the mediator took it?
Like I said, the guy's a crook.
I got him.
Someone tagged Lucifer
at The Grove.
You're kidding.
Someone named "Cottoncandy86"?
That's an
unfortunate name.
No, Mom, it's an
Internet-- never mind.
It looks like they were getting
frozen yogurt to celebrate...
newlywed life?
#mrslucifer, #hottiehubby?
Are you speaking in tongues?
Mom!
Look.
He and cottoncandy86
are married.
What?!
He specifically told me
to watch over Chloe.
After everything that
we did to save her,
I don't... I don't understand.
Betrothing himself to that?
He wouldn't.
Perhaps Mazikeen was right.
Lucifer's concocting a plan.
♪ ♪
Well, Courtney's story
checked out.
She was working late
with two employees
at the time Ash was killed.
Courtney's been pointing
pretty hard
at their divorce mediator,
but I don't know.
Seems like a stretch.
Yeah, agreed, but I did
check it out anyways.
This guy named
Anthony Annan.
He's got a clean
record, and nothing
but Courtney's word
points to him.
Uh, Detective, a word?
You're still here?
Shouldn't you be
on some honeymoon
far, far away?
Oh, look, it's Mannequin Hair.
Who?
I don't know his name,
but he's in
the other photo, too.
Is that weird?
What other photo?
The one of the dead dude.
See? Right there.
Mannequin Hair is
in the crowd
behind the yellow tape.
She's right, it's him.
Unbelievable.
It's highly unlikely
for Ash's divorce mediator
to be lurking at the scene
of his murder, yes?
Yeah, very.
I'll track him down.
Nice.
Well done, Candy.
Well, I don't get a lot
of names at my job,
so I'm super good
with faces.
And other things.
Ah.
LUCIFER: This is fun, isn't it?
Isn't this fun?
Hmm? Murder, suspects, clues.
Gosh, it feels good
to be back.
Right, I'm going to
call Candy a cab,
and then you and I can
get down to brass tacks, yes?
(pouty groan)
Actually,
come to think of it,
who watches over Trixie?
Do you want to go splitsies
on a nanny?
Besides, I hear this case
involves a band,
so, lucky for you
I bring my much-needed
musical expertise.
Did you know
he plays piano?
Like, better than
Elton Tom.
I know plenty about
music, thank you.
(laughs)
Do you, now, Detective?
Mm-hmm.
Right, what's your
favorite band, then?
Hmm?
Hey...
(laughs):
Oh, full of '90s jams, I see.
The Bangles, N'Sync,
Right Said Fred?
Give me the phone back.
I mean, seriously,
Detective,
your music queue
alone is enough
to disqualify you
from this case.
You're not the one who's
on this case, Lucifer.
What? But what about
our partnership?
Our partnership ended
when you ghosted me
and the entire department.
You can't just march back
in here like nothing's wrong.
You can't just grab
what you want when you want.
I'll just put that
down there, then.
You let me down, Lucifer.
I mean, what good
is a partner
if I can't depend on you?
I don't need you anymore.
Well, surely
you don't mean that.
I do.
You can go.
Both of you.
Right.
I haven't seen you
in a while, Lucifer.
Uh, I know you've
been through Hell.
I suppose we can
discuss that another time.
Oh, no, no, there's no need
for censoring, Doctor.
Candy and I have no secrets.
Isn't that the key
to a successful marriage?
And how are you coping
since your... travels?
Any warning signs
of lasting trauma?
Denial?
Rash decisions?
Um... no, no.
I think I've thought through
everything quite carefully.
He's a thinker, this one!
And, uh... and what
about Detective Decker?
I thought you two
had become...
close.
Well, everything
I felt for her
was smoke and mirrors,
courtesy of dear old Dad.
I mean, He clearly
expected me to zig,
and so I zagged.
And does Chloe know
that you've zagged Candy?
(giggles)
Yes.
She just fired me.
Shocking.
I know.
But if you felt
so manipulated...
why return to Chloe at all?
Well, I mean,
I tried to leave,
but I just felt
that I missed...
my work.
Look, anyway,
baby, bathwater,
the detective and I are
quite the crime-fighting duo.
I mean, you wouldn't
break up
Batman and Robin,
now, would you?
No.
We have a job to do.
So if she could
just see sense...
I was fired once.
But you know what I did?
I just kept showing up and
made myself expandable.
Oh, uh, do you mean
indispensable?
No. Expandable.
I got a boob job,
and it totally
expanded my horizons.
Because then, I
could do something
none of the other
girls could do.
You wanna see?
Ooh, yes.
No.
No?
But you know, the part
about showing up...
that's not, actually,
bad advice.
It's called "acting as if."
Yes. Yes,
well done, Candy.
I think I know exactly
how to get back on the case.
Oh, gosh, I wish I'd
talked to you earlier.
Saved myself a trip.
(both chuckling)
LUCIFER:
Have a candy, Candy.
(squeals, chuckles)
DAN:
Bad news, Chloe.
Ash's mediator won't talk.
Well, because he's a lawyer.
Yep, not without a warrant.
Okay, will do.
I know you're there.
I'm a cop, Lucifer.
You think I don't know
when I'm being followed?
(sighs) All right,
fair enough.
Look, I'm simply here
to help with the case.
What, you mean the case
that Chloe kicked you off of?
I'm just... I'm trying
to put things back
the way they were, Dan.
Yeah, I've been there.
Right. And I have
a brilliant idea.
You expect me to let you
go undercover
with your stripper wife?
Right. First of all,
she's an exotic dancer.
"Stripper" is pejorative.
Well, far be it from me
to disrespect your bride.
Thank you.
And secondly,
Candy is a natural
at getting men to talk.
CHLOE:
Oh, I bet she is.
Awesome.
Lucifer has outdone himself.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
LUCIFER:
But, Detective,
the mediator
won't talk to you
without a warrant.
Which is why I so wisely made
an appointment for Candy and I
this afternoon, see?
You need me.
Let me think about that.
No.
Uh, Detective, if I
didn't know better,
I'd say you were prejudiced
against exotic dancers.
Okay, we're done here.
Good-bye.
But...
Come on, Candy.
Well, look,
if you change your mind
and wish to take me up
on this splendid lead,
then, you know,
you can always text me,
or I'm on Wobble now as well.
You can get Candy
on Cottoncandy86.
♪ Take a good look
at the world around you ♪
♪ All the filth and hate
does it astound you? ♪
It was a marvelous idea.
I'm sure she'll come around.
MOM:
So it's true.
You're back.
Oh, invading my privacy,
as usual, I see.
Your brother and I
were worried sick.
You could have at least called.
Oh, my gosh, are you
Lucifer's sister?
Oh!
Oh, Lucifer,
don't be rude.
Who is your
top-heavy friend?
Candy, darling,
this is my mother.
Mum, this is Candy,
my wife.
I'm sorry that we didn't
invite you to the wedding.
We just decided
no enemies.
Well, lovely to meet you.
You're Lucifer's mom?
Oh, my gosh,
you look amazing!
I should start
using sunscreen.
A shame he kept you hidden.
I hate secrets.
Do you like shopping?
Do I?
I want to hear all
about you and Lucifer.
You two must have
so many plans.
So...
what do we
think of Candy?
Well, I think she's
perfect for Lucifer.
Her bra size equals
her IQ, huh?
That's generous.
See that vein popping
out the side of your neck?
Same thing happens when I
throw the dishes in the trash
instead of washing them.
You're mad.
I'm an idiot.
Look, I know Lucifer
better than anyone, okay,
and he does this sometimes.
Disappears, does stupid,
impulsive things.
But he always comes
back around, Chloe.
Yeah, but this time
I don't want him to.
I'm serious, I am done.
I'm done.
But he did get you an
in with that mediator.
That's a good thing, right?
Yeah, well, I don't care.
There's no way
I'm letting him
and his exotic-dancer wife
on my case, or any case.
Maybe you and Lucifer
need a mediator.
(sighs)
Just saying.
ANTHONY:
So, Mrs. Morningstar...
Oh, no, no, no, no,
you can call me Candy.
Candy, why do you want
to divorce Lucifer?
Um...
Well, I just feel like we're
supposed to have a partnership,
and it just totally feels
like it's not working anymore.
Mm-hmm. And you two have
been married for...
Five days.
Ever!
Forever.
Five days.
LUCIFER: Five days.
It feels like it.
But we've been through
a lot in that time,
and I say that we
work brilliantly together,
don't we, sweetie?
(laughs)
Well...
if you're talking
about the bedroom, yeah.
I mean, thank God
this bod is made
for pure sex,
because, clearly,
(whispering):
it's all he cares about.
I'm tired.
Eh...
Would you say that's the, uh,
the crux of your issue?
Oh, the crux
of the issue?
Oh, no, no, no,
that would he Lucifer
disappearing, and
then popping back up
with zero explanation and
a ditzy bimbo on his arm.
He's cheated on you
in five days of marriage?
No, of course I didn't.
I've been completely faithful.
I take the vows of marriage
very seriously.
And that's why you chose
an idiotic, bedazzled tweener
as your partner.
ANTHONY:
I'm sorry, Candy,
there's no name calling in here.
Even if it's to yourself.
Lucifer,
would you like to respond?
(scoffs)
This is gonna be hard for you
to understand, but...
I've been through Hell recently.
Both figuratively and literally.
True torment,
my greatest fears realized.
Lucifer,
I am the one who almost died.
Yes, I know.
That is what I'm talking about.
(sighs)
Wow.
I almost believe you care.
Have you ever known me to lie?
I don't know.
Why don't we take five?
(Anthony clears throat)
Are you okay, Mrs. Morningstar?
(sighs)
Yeah, I'm...
yeah, thank you. I am.
(chuckles)
Um...
I, uh, I had heard
through a friend that...
you were open to
a little extra negotiation.
Um, I'm not sure
what you mean by that.
Um, well, my husband, you see,
has a lot of money.
And so, if you were to...
swing things my way,
then I'd make it
worth your while.
Wow...
(chuckles)
You're really
something.
But that would be
crossing a line.
And I can't do things like that.
LUCIFER:
Why not?
You did with
Ash Corrigan.
You two are in on this together?
No, we're...
Oh, yes.
(Chloe sighs)
LAPD.
We know about your side deal
with Ash Corrigan.
Didn't pilfer enough money
from Ash's ex?
Had to go and kill Ash
to get the rest of the spoils?
Whoa.
I would never, ever hurt Ash.
Then what did you want
to accomplish, Anthony?
Hmm? Come on.
Tell me.
What did you desire?
I wanted...
Yes?
I wanted the Heavy Woolies
to be the hugest band ever.
But... oh.
(chuckles)
ANTHONY:
Um...
Okay, yeah, yes,
I helped Ash in the divorce
and I got him all
of Courtney's money.
But there was no side deal,
'cause I did it for free.
I did it for the band.
I did it for the music.
(chuckles)
So,
you're a fan?
No, no, no. I was the manager.
At least, Ash promised me...
maybe I could be the manager
someday.
The point is,
I helped them a lot.
Ash and I
came up with a plan.
(Lucifer laughs)
Buy all the albums himself
using his ex-wife's money
to inflate sales.
Talk about self-promotion.
All they needed
was a little nudge.
And it worked.
I mean, we got on the charts
and we started
getting radio play,
we were gonna be booked
for this big tour.
I mean, we were gonna
make it so big.
We have a photo
linking you to the crime scene.
Why were you there?
I was looking for them
after the gig,
'cause Ash and Marla,
they were fighting.
The bassist?
Why were they fighting?
When weren't they
fighting?
I thought that Ash was gonna
kick Marla out of the band
that night after the gig,
so I went down there
to see how it went down.
That's when I saw the police
standing there,
across the street.
Over his dead body.
It was the night the music died.
(Lucifer scoffs)
Perhaps Marla didn't want to be
the fifth Beatle.
Looks like we have
a new suspect.
Oh, well, if that's the case,
then you're welcome, Detective.
It's nice to be needed.
Look, go home.
Trust me.
Candy needs you more than I do.
(sighs)
(chuckles awkwardly)
Mine's bigger, right?
Yes. Does that mean anything?
Just how much
Lucifer loves me.
Ah, so these small ones are for
couples who don't really care.
Exactly.
Tell me more
about you and Lucifer.
What comes next for
you two lovebirds?
Did he say anything
about-- oh, I don't
know... matricide?
No, I think the mattress
in the penthouse is pretty new.
Oh, come on, Candy.
I know you two have
some kind of plan.
Well, you're right about that.
So many plans.
Tell me everything.
Someday...
...I want to open
my own juice bar.
Or a tanning salon.
Or a combo juice bar
and tanning salon.
(gasps)
You're speaking
and yet I don't
understand a single word.
I get that a lot.
Why don't you talk
and I'll listen?
I'm a good listener.
Like right now? I know exactly
what you're trying to say.
But I didn't...
You want what's best
for your son
and you'll do anything
to make sure he's happy.
I want you to know,
I got Lucifer's back.
And yours.
Because...
you're my mom now, too.
We're family.
(laughs)
(giggles)
MOM:
She's a sinister
genius.
Mother, come on now.
Here I thought this "Candy"
was an insipid dullard.
But she may be
the most formidable opponent
I've ever faced.
I came away
with nothing!
Not a single crumb
of information
about Lucifer's real agenda.
What if there is no
hidden agenda, Mom?
What if this Candy's
exactly who she seems?
Then...
(scoffs)
...I don't understand
what Lucifer's doing.
Whatever he wants, as usual.
So he really just married
this preening mouth breather
because he likes her?
Please.
Only a deeply damaged soul
would make such a poor choice.
(sighs)
Unless...
he really is that far gone.
Then that would mean
that my son
is really, truly broken.
And I'm the one that broke him.
Mom...
don't.
I manipulated him.
I pushed him too hard.
I did this.
I'm a terrible mother.
DAN: Public intoxication,
vandalism.
Okay, Marla does have
a few priors.
But all par for the course
for a wannabe rock star.
How'd you get the lead?
I got in to see the mediator.
Lucifer did a thing.
Yes, I knew you guys
would patch things up.
Nope.
Not even close.
(whispering):
Not even close.
Well, it sounds like
he's trying to help.
Why are you rooting for him?
I'm not rooting for him.
Okay, anyhow,
to me, Marla reads like
a troublemaker, not a killer.
Oh, unless you count crimes
against fashion.
Yikes.
(chuckles)
Hey, guys.
Remember those marks
on Ash's head?
You think they came from
the knobs on Marla's bass?
I mean, I still have to do
further tests,
but it sure looks like Tetris
to me.
Okay, maybe Marla's our girl.
We got to find her
and find that instrument.
(electric guitar riff playing)
Yeah, I spoke to her roommate.
She said Marla's here somewhere.
Yeah.
Okay, bye.
♪ But if I must ♪
♪ Beat that down... ♪
Excuse me?
Do you recognize this woman?
(crowd booing)
(booing continues)
Yo, my friends, we got
a special guest tonight.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Lucifer Morningstar!
(crowd cheers, applauds)
(whoops)
(crowd cheers)
Hello, Los Angeles.
(crowd cheers, Lucifer laughs)
Hello. Ha!
Hello.
Oh, you're too kind.
You're too kind.
Hello.
This next song is for a,
uh, a special someone.
A woman who says
she doesn't need me anymore.
(crowd oohing)
LUCIFER:
Yeah.
Well, I say she's wrong.
And I'm gonna prove
just what I'm willing to do
for our partnership.
That's right, rock
a sweet '90s jam.
(band plays)
♪ Close your eyes ♪
♪ And give me your hand,
darling ♪
♪ Do you feel
my heart beating? ♪
♪ Do you understand? ♪
♪ Do you feel the same? ♪
♪ Am I only dreaming? ♪
♪ Is this burning ♪
♪ An eternal flame? ♪
♪ Say my name ♪
♪ The sun shines
through the rain ♪
♪ A whole life, so lonely ♪
♪ You come and ease the pain ♪
♪ I don't want to lose
this feeling ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
The woman I'm singing for is...
someone very special.
And her name...
is Marla. Has
anyone seen Marla?
We're looking for
someone called Marla.
I know she's here tonight.
She's the bass player.
Ah, there she is!
Marla! Will you bring
her up to the front?
Come on. Marla, everybody.
(laughs)
(song concludes)
See? You need me.
That better not be
Marla's bass.
It's already been processed.
And, I've written you a song.
Ready?
♪ Crime solving Devil ♪
♪ It makes sense ♪
♪ Don't over think it... ♪
ELLA:
Okay,
it was wiped down pretty good,
but...
I found traces of Ash's blood
on the tuning knobs.
LUCIFER: What, so
Marla's the killer?
Murder solved!
(laughs)
And I believe that proves
just how much
the department needs me.
Including you.
Uh, we got a stalker,
which is normally bad,
but makes me
very happy right now
'cause I was getting
very uncomfortable.
What on Earth does he want?
You know I watched
over Chloe for weeks
after you disappeared, right?
Angel or creeper, brother?
It's a fine line.
You asked me to guard her,
so I did. Like an idiot!
You see, because I thought
that she meant something to you.
(scoffs)
We both know she's special.
Oh. That she is.
A whoopee cushion sent from Dad.
I'm sure he's having
a right old laugh at the moment.
Right. So that means it's okay
to turn your back on Chloe?
Just ignore her feelings?
Feelings she had
no control over.
Feelings that aren't real.
But she doesn't know that.
Which is why I had
to save her from...
From you.
You're not ignoring Chloe,
you're protecting her
because she had no choice.
So I gave it back to her.
By holding up a shield
made of Candy.
I'm sorry, Lucifer.
(sighs)
You should at least explain
some of this to Mom.
She's upset.
Good.
She died and went to Hell
for you, Luci.
For you.
She faced her greatest fears
all because she loves you.
Oh, come on.
Yes, she hurt you.
But she was just doing what
she thought was best for you.
And from what you just told me,
I'm quite sure
you can relate to that.
Come on.
What more does it take?
(sighs)
You really told Lucifer
where I was?
Since when do you guys talk?
Since he helped me
save your life.
I didn't kill Ash.
Innocent people don't run.
Or get a dead guy's blood
on their guitars.
Whoa, what?
Ash's blood
was all over your bass.
I don't know anything
about that.
I-I ran because of these.
What, you're making fake IDs?
That's how I make rent, okay?
How come you didn't tell us
Ash wanted
to kick you out of the band?
(chuckles softly)
You didn't know that?
S-Sure, we... bumped heads.
He... he was gonna kick me out?
Look, even if I'd known,
I wouldn't have hurt him.
You have proof?
Um... yeah, yeah.
This kid, Hunter,
from Silver Lake.
He's like 16, maybe less?
I, uh, made him an ID
that said he's 27.
Anyway, he hung
around me all night.
Actually, check Wobble.
He was live posting stuff
of us all night.
His ID is
HunterSTomstoned.
I'm legal!
(whoops)
There's a bunch more.
Looks like they cover
the time of death.
Like I said, I didn't do it.
Then how did Ash's blood
get all over your bass?
CHLOE:
Hold on, look at this.
That's Doug,
our drummer.
He loaded our gear.
Doug had the bass last.
(clears throat)
You know what?
I should just stay here.
Finish up Marla's arrest
report, but, um...
maybe your consultant is free.
(sighs)
(knocking on door)
Doug Kennedy, LAPD.
Ugh. Typical youth of today,
leaving the door unlocked.
Shh!
(phone ringing)
Uh, sorry, I...
It's Candy.
(sighs)
Just...
(whispering): Candy, darling,
I can't talk now.
About to catch a killer.
(grunts)
(choking)
Gonna have to call you back!
(choking)
Let him go, Doug.
DOUG:
You stay back!
J-Just stay back!
This is all Ash's fault!
We were gonna make it big,
and then Ash said
he was gonna going solo.
He was gonna bail on all of us.
I went to smack him
and I freaking lost it!
You're making
this worse, Doug.
Let him go.
No. If you care about your
partner, you drop your gun, now!
Oh, Go... You may as well just
yank the sucker, then, Dougie,
'cause I'm useless
to her, you see?
What? That's not true, Lucifer.
Isn't it? I mean,
you said as much yourself.
W-Wait, what the
hell's going on?
LUCIFER: The detective
doesn't need me anymore.
So come on.
Do your worst.
Don't listen to him, Doug.
No, go on! Go on, go on.
Yank like it's your last wank.
Or better still, you shoot,
Detective. Come on.
Two birds, one bullet,
what do you say? Huh?
(Lucifer grunts)
(coughing)
You okay?
I think so.
DOUG: Yeah, that's
because you shot me!
Doug Kennedy,
you're under arrest.
There's not a
scratch, Detective.
Impressive marksmanship.
Actually, I was aiming for you.
(chuckles)
(siren wailing)
(gasps)
Oh, my God! Is Lucifer okay?
We were on the phone
when he got cut off, and...
Candy.
He's in the other room,
giving a statement.
Don't worry.
He's fine.
Did you save him?
Thank you! Oh!
Oh. All... All righty. That's...
His job is way too dangerous.
I begged him to quit, but no.
My hubby's all about his work.
He is?
Oh, my God, it's "Detective
this," and "Detective that."
Working with you
means so much to him.
Well, he's got a strange
way of showing it.
Well, duh.
Dude's totally messed up.
But then, you probably
already know that, huh?
'Cause you're kind of
the reason why?
What? Uh...
Didn't you two
just go
through a super bananas
situation?
With like, poison?
He kept saying
how he almost lost you,
and it was hell and stuff.
Yeah, i-it was bananas.
It, it, I... went
through a lot, and, um...
And I... I guess he did, too.
LUCIFER:
Great. Statement given...
Candy. Oh!
(grunts)
Ow.
Uh, Candy darling,
the detective's not
a big fan of PDA.
It's fine.
I'm just glad
she's here for you.
See you tomorrow
at the precinct.
Detective.
Don't be late.
(Lucifer chuckles)
(footsteps approaching)
Amenadiel seems to think
I owe you a chat.
So I'll start by saying
I do not forgive you.
I deserve that.
Hmm.
However, you did make
quite a sacrifice for me.
Despite your callous
manipulations,
maybe you were well-intentioned
somewhere,
deep, deep down.
Perhaps that counts
for something.
I'm glad you think so, son.
Besides,
I'm far more pissed off at Dad.
I mean, you just tried to speed
up feelings I already had,
whereas he...
Well.
He made all those feelings
a lie.
Anyway.
Nice catching up.
I'll see you in a few millennia.
Lucifer, wait.
I appreciate your honesty.
And now, I'd like
to be honest with you.
Oh. This'll be a hoot.
Since I escaped Hell,
all I've wanted is to get back
to the Silver City,
to reunite our family.
You're still fantasizing
about heavenly rebellion?
Just let it go, Mum.
Been there, done that, big fall.
But that's just it.
Why do you think
you lost that fight?
Oh, I don't know,
let's have a think, shall we?
Not enough cardio?
The fact that dear old
Dad's slightly almighty?
Because I was young,
woefully foolish and...
Unarmed?
You know that if you had
possessed the Flaming Sword,
the weapon that guarded Eden,
the weapon
that can cut through anything,
even the Gates of Heaven itself,
well, you would've won
that rebellion.
Why are you dwelling
in the past?
The fact is,
I didn't have the sword,
and Dad destroyed it
soon after, so...
What if I told you that
the sword was right here,
on Earth?
And it's already
in your possession.
What?
The Flaming Sword
is Azrael's blade.
We have everything we need
to go home.
Well, the Oscar
goes to Candy Morningstar.
You think they bought it?
Yes, my mother doesn't know
what hit her.
So, thank you.
For helping me peek inside
that scheming head of hers.
Well, it's the least I could do.
After what you did
for me in Vegas?
You saved my life.
Pretty sure I'm gonna owe you
for the rest of it.
Let's call it even, shall we?
Yeah.
Oh, that reminds me
Oh, no, no, no.
You keep that.
I hear divorce
is quite expensive
these days.
In fact,
why don't you add
this one to the, uh, pot?
Thank you.
I'll put them both to good use.
(ditzy voice): 'Cause, you know,
I totally have so many plans.
(both laugh)
Oh, God.
Well, to making plans.
Yeah.
All right.
Lucifer.
I get why you had me
con your family.
But what is going on
with you and Detective Decker?
(laughs)
♪ I went looking for power... ♪
It's none of my business,
but... I wouldn't
screw that one up.
♪ And I wanted an ending... ♪
(exhales)
I'm trying not to.
♪ I went looking for knives ♪
♪ But they're giving me blooms ♪
♪ I went looking for knives ♪
♪ And I was looking for you. ♪