04x01 - Everything's Okay

[bunniefuu]

♪ When you were here before ♪

♪ Couldn't look you in the eye ♪

♪ You're just like an angel ♪

♪ Your skin makes me cry ♪

♪ You float like a feather ♪

♪ In a beautiful world ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I was special ♪

♪ You're so very special ♪

♪ But I'm a creep ♪

♪ I'm a weirdo ♪

♪ What the hell am I doing here? ♪

♪ Oh, I don't belong ♪

♪ She's running ♪

♪ Out again ♪

♪ Oh, she's run... ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah ♪

♪ ...unning out ♪

Again. [g*n cocks]

Have I played that song too much?

I have, haven't I?

Still, there are far less drastic ways to put in a new song request.

What's your poison?

Poison? ABBA?

Revenge.

I'm not familiar.

But if you hum a few bars, I bet I can keep up.

Well... if it isn't Mr. Saidoutbitch.

Well, I'm glad to see you've recovered from your adventures in the desert.

I almost d*ed because of you.

You were driving a stolen Brink's trunk full of cash.

Because of me, you're not in jail forever. [grunts]

You're welcome.

I was walking around in the desert for days.

I barely survived.

It got so bad that I-I started hallucinating.

I-I remember you having wings.

You remember correctly.

But I'm different now.

I don't know what that means, and I don't care.

I needed that money.

You know, I did my research on you.

You're loaded.

So pay up.

I think your research may have been a little...

...inadequate.

[growls quietly]

[whimpers] I didn't hallucinate, did I?

What do you feel? Confusion?

Disgust?

Terror?

Mostly terror.

I wonder if that's what she felt.

Who?

The detective, of course.

[shouts]

[LUCIFER] You see, recently she discovered my true nature.

[shouting, grunting]

And in that moment, as I waited to see what her reaction would be...

[screaming]

Ow!

The police streamed in, pulled her away.

I mean, she'd been sh*t, after all.

[man shouting]

She was gone.

She left Los Angeles, on a vacation.

That was a month ago.

Now, I've been telling myself she's simply processing what she learned.

[shouting]

[bones cr*ck, man screams]

I mean, it can be quite jarring to discover someone's actually the Devil.

Oh, man.

But what if she's already made up her mind?

What if she's decided that I am evil incarnate?

And what if she's right?

Don't k*ll me, man.

Please, I-I'm just a thief.

That's all.

That's not true.

Excuse me?

That's not all you are.

Now, don't get me wrong. You are indeed a thief. But perhaps you deserve a chance to prove to people that's not all you are. Hmm?

Right, there you go.

Money to cover any debts that you owe, pay for your friends downstairs' medical bills, and have a chance at a new life.

A chance for people to see you in a different way.

This is a trick, right?

You need a show of faith on top of all this? Very well.

Since I left you trouser-less on our last two encounters, how about I balance the scales?

No. [exhales] Here.

O... kay.

Um, we're even now.

Sort of. Can I just go now?

Absolutely. [elevator bell dings]

[sighs] [MAZE] 'Sup?

[LEE] 'Sup? Hey.

Hey, stranger.

So I saw the dead guys downstairs.

They're not dead, Mazikeen.

All the more reason why you should have called.

What? Are you still upset about me trying to betray you and k*ll you?

It was a month ago. No, of course not.

What do you think I am? Human?

No, I just got carried away in the moment.

And you're still worried about Decker.

I offered to find her.

I am a bounty hunter. All you have to do is ask.

The detective is still processing my devil face.

The last thing she needs is a demon tracking her down.

Or... you're trying to avoid things.

[chuckles] Oh. Nice try.

What? The detective took her little offspring along on the trip.

You're just looking for an excuse to track her down, aren't you?

[scoffs] No.

No.

No, Chloe will be back soon.

And then I can apologize to Trixie.

You know, Mazikeen, I'm starting to think it's not a question of when, but if they come back.

♪ Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh ♪

♪ Let it go, fall apart in your hands ♪

♪ Cut my strings, tell me we should be friends... ♪

[speaking indistinctly]

♪ I don't know how I'm gonna pretend... ♪
Go home, Lucifer.

Well, good morning to you as well, Detective Douche.

DANIEL: Look, Chloe's still not here and we don't need you, so...

[LUCIFER] Regardless, I am still a consultant with the LAPD. And, oh, yes, you have no authority over me whatsoever.

So there's that. [chuckles]

Oh, yeah, right. [grunts]

ELLA: Dan doesn't mean it. Losing Charlotte screwed him up really bad.

And I sympathize with what Daniel's going through, but I refuse to be a scapegoat for which something I bear no responsibility. It's a theme in my life.

ELLA: It's gonna take him a while, Lucifer. It's... gonna take all of us a while. I'm still not straight with the Big Guy. Not sure I ever will be.

Well, His loss if so, Ms. Lopez.

ELLA: So, you want the deets?

Uh, actually, no. No, I didn't want to give Daniel the satisfaction, but, uh...I think it's time I stop coming to crime scenes.

ELLA: You mean you're done showing up, checking to see if Chloe's here, and then heading out without helping at all?

Yes, I've been holding onto false hope, it seems. Quite foolish, really. That one day, she'd just stroll up...

Be...

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Decker! Hi.

Detective?

ELLA: Oh, my God! How was the vacation? I mean, w-where did you go? Why... why are you not more tanned?

Listen, I'll catch you up on everything, I promise. But first, what's happening?

ELLA: Oh, yeah. Of course. Um, so our victim is 55-year-old beekeeper named Bob Golbeck. Cause of death...[imitates s*ab noise] ...honey scraper to the neck. Gnarly thing, right? I mean, who knew beekeeping was kind of badass?

Yeah, it looks like one of the hives was att*cked.

So maybe Bob caught the k*ller stomping on his poor bees and they fought?

Possibly. Any witnesses?

ELLA: None, but Bob's wife Lenore is over there.

Okay, great. Thanks. I'll go talk to her.

Good work, Ella.

Sure.

ELLA: God, Chloe's back. Now we can finally get back to normal.

[Lenore sniffles] No one hated Bob.

He was a gentle soul.

He never even raised his voice. [sniffles]

And you can't think of anybody who may have wanted to hurt him?

I can't. [sniffles]

I mean, we... we sell honey at the farmers market together.

It's just one big family over there...

Uh...

I'm right in the middle of something.

You know. So, go on.

I, um...

I-I can't imagine...

Hey.

I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

Could I speak with you?

[sniffles]

Lucifer, her husband was just m*rder*d.

Are you... okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where did you go?

Oh, uh, I took Trixie to Europe.

And we traveled around and... well, you know, it gave me time to... to process what I saw.

And... have you? Processed?

Are-are you okay with what you saw?

Uh... Detective. Are you okay with me?

Well, it's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So... I think, deep down, I just... I always knew.

But how does it make you feel?

Afraid? Terrified? Do you want to yell at me?

Punch me in the face? Run away again?

I... I think I just want to get back to work.

That's all?

That's all.

What the f...

♪♪

Well, I'm glad I've come to talk to you all these years, Linda.

You've opened my eyes, helped me understand how emotions work.

Thank you, Lucifer. That's wonderful to hear.

Once again, your insight has helped me come to a realization.

The detective is clearly in denial.

Ah. Of course.

Well, how else to explain her complete non-reaction to my true self?

Help me, Doctor.

Help me help her.

Well, what did you want to hear from her?

Well, what I want isn't important.

I disagree.

What Chloe is going through is... incredibly difficult.

Trust me. I know from experience.

But I'm your therapist, not hers.

And I wonder if whether you expected her to reject you.

Maybe even wanted her to.

Well, why on earth would I want her to reject me?

Because your devil face has returned, and you've refused to talk about it.

[chuckles]

There's not much to say, really.

I k*lled a human for the first time.

My devil face returned.

I don't think it's as simple as that.

k*lling a human is against your father's rules, not your own.

And you recently learned that angels self-actualize.

So you think that I'm punishing myself for k*lling a human?

I'm wondering if... you're punishing yourself for enjoying it.

[scoffs]

So what if I did?

Then perhaps that's why you see yourself as evil again.

And perhaps that's why you want Chloe to reject you.

I don't want her to reject me.

She told you she's fine.

What if what she told you is actually, simply, the truth?

And what if it isn't?

She'll find a way to let you know.

So you're saying I should just act as if everything is as she claims.

Then slowly poke at her denial and find a way to pop the bubble.

I know nothing I can say is going to stop you from doing that.

But all I can ask is take it slowly.

[laughs] Of course, Doctor.

Baby steps.

LUCIFER: I'm the Devil.

Lucifer? What are you doing?

Detective, it's time Ms. Lopez finally knew the truth.

LUCIFER: I am the angel who led a rebellion against my father, God. I was banished to Hell afterwards, where I ruled as king over the souls of the damned.

Lucifer, it all makes sense now. Damn it, I tried to keep a straight face. I really did. Man, how? How do you stay in character like that?

LUCIFER: Oh, it is simple, really. It's all true. Yeah... oh, and my brother Amenadiel, he's an angel.

Ah. Does he have wings?

LUCIFER: He does again, actually. [both laugh]

You think, uh, he can give me a ride?

LUCIFER: You should ask him. [laughs]

This guy. You're so funny.

LUCIFER: [sighs] Why would you think that I'm not telling the truth, Ms. Lopez?

Oh, I stopped trying to figure that out years ago.

I mean, hey, we all got our quirks, right?

LUCIFER: Mm. Mine is that I'm, like, actually the Devil. [laughs]

Oh, right.

[laughter]

Oh, so, do you have any new info on the case?

Ah, yes. So, it turns out that the honey scraper couldn't have belonged to the victim's collection because it had... wait for it... honey on it.

And isn't that the point?

[ELLA] Bob and Lenore's specialty was varietals.

You know, blueberry honey, cinnamon honey.

But this right here?

Good old-fashioned, plain honey honey.

So this honey came from somewhere else.

So maybe a rival came with his own tool to destroy the hive.

And then used it to k*ll Bob when he caught him.

How devilish. [chuckles]

And I would know. After all...

You're the Devil.

[chuckles] I really am.

[chuckles]

[clears throat] Right.

[LUCIFER] Well, isn't this fun, Detective?

[CHLOE] What's that?

Well, now that you know the truth about me and are, as you said, fine with it... Mm-hmm.

...well, we can both be in on the joke.

Ah. And you can watch humans twist themselves into pretzels to justify what I tell them, instead of considering the most obvious answer.

I think it's kind of mean.

What?

Well, no one in their right mind is going to believe that you're actually, you know, the Devil.

Oh. Well, without proof.

So, of course, they're gonna try and figure out the metaphor.

LUCIFER: Or perhaps you're just smarting from never figuring it out yourself.

[chuckles] Maybe a little bit.

Ah. Okay, so here's Bob and Lenore's stand.

They're newer to the farmers market.

Whereas Pure Honey, they've been here for years.

Maybe they didn't like the competition moving in next door.

Destroy the rival hive, and suddenly he's back to being queen bee.

Detective, since you're clearly comfortable with my devilishness... [chuckles]

Yeah.

...care to see my mojo in action?

Sure. Why not?

Right.

Oh, welcome.

What can I get for you? Uh, LAPD.

Detective Decker. Do you own this stand?

Yeah. Uh, Glenn Dobbs.
LUCIFER: Lovely. Tell me, Glenn. What is it you desire?

Excuse me?

LUCIFER: Well, I like to draw out all those naughty, hidden desires of humanity.
Though, you seem like someone who really wants to unburden himself.

I...

I-I...

I want...

Come on. I...

I-I...

Wait, what-what's happening?

[sighs] Lucifer, you may want to...

Right. Yes. Uh, Glenn.

Glenn, uh, tell me.

What is it you desire?

I want Bob Golbeck to die.

Oh. Hmm.

LUCIFER: Well, case solved, Detective. And here I was worried we'd be rusty.

[CHLOE] You want him to die, why?

Because he was gonna thr*aten your business?

W-What? No. I... It's because I'm terrified of him.

[Lucifer chuckles] You're terrified of Bob?

Chubby, harmless and very dead Bob?

Bob's dead? Very.

[sighs] Thank God. I can finally relax.

Why were you scared of Bob?

Let's talk in private.

[GLENN] Okay, fine.

I destroyed their beehive.

I was pissed that Bob and Lenore's gimmicky honey was putting my stand out of business.

[chuckles] I mean, avocado honey?

Come on. I'm from L.A., and even I think that's going too far.

But when Bob caught you, you k*lled him, didn't you?

No, I went home.

And a couple hours later, Bob showed up at my front door.

So he confronted you. What did he say?

Say? He didn't say anything.

[groans] Ow.

Bob did that to you?

It was like he was a different person.

He wasn't angry, he was... he was so calm.

Made it even scarier, you know?

What did you do after he left?

Are you kidding me? I went to the hospital.

All right, show-show me again.

Yeah, Detective, I have, I have definitely seen work like this before.

In Hell.

You know, where I'm...

Mm-hmm. Oh, never mind.

A bag of billiard balls, perhaps.

That's not quite round enough, is it? Ow.

It was doorknobs, of all things.

I mean, who does that?

[CHLOE] Hmm.

Well, story checks out.

Glenn was at the hospital at the time of death.

Oh. So, Bob wasn't as mild-mannered as we first thought.

Yeah, apparently not.

But a bag of doorknobs?

It's so specific. Was it a message?

If so, it was lost on that poor chap.

Huh. [chuckles]

[LUCIFER] Earth are you doing?

Think we're being followed. Looks like he's got a g*n.

Uh, Detective.

This is a chance for me to use my devilish strength.

You can see what I'm truly capable of.

Or I can just point my g*n at him and yell "freeze."

Oh, come on. I've never really seen how far I can actually throw a human.

Joking, mostly.

[sighs]

Okay. He's all yours.

Following us, are you?!

[choking] Lucifer stop!

Ah, so you're not as comfortable with my true nature as you claim.

What? No, it's not that. He's got a badge.

[coughing, wheezing]

Why were you following us?

Because your victim was in witness protection.

[panting]

U.S. Marshal Luke Reynolds.

Hi.

You were Bob's handler.

I, uh, kept tabs on him, made sure he was safe.

Failed pretty spectacularly at that, though, didn't I?

You certainly did.

Well, he asked.

[CHLOE] So why were you following us outside?

You could've approached us at any time.

I know. Look, I'm sorry, but when you're dealing with someone like Bob the Knob... [Lucifer snorts]

[laughs] Sorry. Seriously? Bob the Knob?

What was he in witness protection for?

Bad p*rn? [laughs]

Bob was an enforcer for the Paradiso crime syndicate.

His signature was b*ating people half to death with a bagful of doorknobs.

Paradisos have a pretty ruthless reputation.

Never dealt with them myself, but...

If Bob was high up in the organization...

They're based out of New York, but they have their fingers everywhere.

Look, no offense to the LAPD. I just didn't know who to trust.

Especially since no one should have known that Bob was here.

So you think the Paradisos were responsible for this?

Well, a group of them came into town a couple of days ago, and I don't think it was just for the sunshine.

Did you talk to them? What's the point?

They're not gonna talk to law enforcement.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

I mean, after all, she has the Devil at her side.

[quietly] Maybe it is kind of fun, being in the know.

♪♪

[exhales]

'Sup, Decker?

[gasps] Maze.

You scared me. What...

What the hell are you doing?

I heard you were back.

And I know that you know.

You know.

Right. So you just hid in the dark and waited for the creepiest moment ever to say something?

Old habits, I guess.

Look, I know you're probably really freaked out.

So...

...good-faith gesture.

I'm locked into these.

You have nothing to worry about.

Look, I need you to know, Chloe, that even though I'm a demon,

I would never hurt you.

Well, I know.

Yeah.

Really.

Good.

Good faith, huh?

Well, you thought you were safe.

That's all that matters, right?

Is it?

So, where's Trixie?

I was hoping to see her, too.

Oh, yeah. Um, she's at Dan's.

You know, obviously, she hasn't seen him for a while, so she's gonna stay with him for a bit.

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll just swing by and say hi.

I don't...

I don't think that's a good idea, Maze.

I knew it.

She's still upset with me, isn't she?

[sighs]

You know, Maze, sh-she is.

And I...

I'm sorry, I just... I don't...

I don't see her getting over it anytime soon.

Yeah.

♪♪

[elevator bell dings]

[air whooshing]

All right, go on. Get it out of your system.

What? Well, we both know why you're really here.

To gloat.

Luci, I'm here to make sure you know the truth.

That we angels do, in fact, have control over ourselves, like I thought.

Also to gloat.

[both chuckle]

I figured it out when you flew up to Heaven with Charlotte.

Nice touch on that, by the way.

First-class ticket to the Silver City.

It's just as she deserved.

I agree.

You know, I'm actually gonna miss you, Brother.

Miss me? What do you mean?

Well, your wings are back.

You can finally go home for good, like you've wanted to all this time.

I suppose that has been my ultimate goal, right?

Honestly, I'm surprised you returned at all.

The Silver City not what you remember it to be?

No, no, it's-it's exactly as I remember.

I'm happy for you, Brother. You're getting what you want.And, surprisingly, I may be as well.
Ah. Now, what's that?

LUCIFER: The detective knows what I really am.

Oh, Luci. Are you all right? You need my help?

LUCIFER: Well, that's just it. Apparently, it seems that she's fine with it. Yeah, I know. I was skeptical myself, but...I think it may really be true.

LUCIFER: Are you sure? Because if you need me to stay, I will stay for as long as it takes...

Brother... go home. Go back to where you want to be.

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my... style ♪

[scatting]

♪♪

♪ Yeah, that's my... ♪

[scatting]

[CHLOE] Given the Paradisos' reputation, I frankly wasn't expecting this.

What's the point of extorting and murdering if you don't get to do what you desire?

Even if it is... Dad, help me... bocce ball.

Huh.

Excuse me, are you Frank "The Pool Boy" Paradiso?

That's me. What's it to you?

Bob the Knob was m*rder*d here in L.A. recently, and here you are, on vacation.

World's full of coincidences, ain't it?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

When was the last time you saw Bob?

If I had to think, when he was on the stand, testifying against my uncle.

Getting himself a sweet deal in the process.

He's lying, although you probably knew that, what with him being a mobster and all.

But I actually have proof.

I made a little discovery whilst investigating the cheese platter.

It's delicious stuff. Avocado honey. Who knew?

Pretty great, right? Mm.

All right, all right.

We found out Bob was living in L.A.

But we didn't have any reason to k*ll him.

My files say that you and Bob hated each other.

We had a rivalry.

He had his whole doorknobs thing, and as for me... You k*ll people in swimming pools, hence the name "Pool Boy."

It's very clever. I see what you've done there.

Allegedly k*lled. Mm.

But as we got older, we learned to respect each other.

Okay, say I believe that. Bob still put your uncle in jail for 50 years because he testified. Yeah.

And we owe him for that.

What do you mean? Uncle Vin was a bastard.

Bob did everyone a favor by taking him out.

And as for the honey, it isn't what it looks like.

Well, it looks like you got a delicious trophy after a k*ll.

Mmm.

Couple weeks ago, we got an anonymous note that Bob was in L.A.

We came here to warn him.

That's when we tried the honey.

Almost as sweet as that Lenore of his.

Can I see the note?

I wish I could help you. I gave it to Bob.

[CHLOE] So, I saw security cameras at the farmers market.

You can check the footage to see if Pool Boy Paradiso or anybody else visited Lenore and Bob's stand.

Okay? Thanks, Dan.

[LUCIFER] Well, that was disappointing.

[CHLOE] Well, we haven't hit a dead end yet.

No, no. When I heard his name was Pool Boy, I pictured a much more Baywatch-esque suspect.

[both laugh]

Listen, Detective... [gasps]

Sorry.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Nothing. Everything's okay.

I just... [inhales]

You startled me. Everything's okay.

You believe Pool Boy? Really?

His story tracks. He has an alibi for the night of the m*rder that completely checks out.

Alibis can be bought, or threatened.

These guys are monsters, Detective Decker.

And I'm not taking my eye off any of them, but I believe him when he says that he got an anonymous tip.

If the note exists, whoever wrote it wanted Bob dead.

That's who we need to find.

Did Lenore know about Bob's past?

I don't know. I-I never met her.

And Bob certainly wasn't supposed to tell her, but then again, he wasn't supposed to att*ck a honey bee farmer with a bagful of doorknobs either, so...

Look, we do our best at WITSEC, but these guys, they... they can't help themselves.

Yeah, Lenore didn't seem to know when I interviewed her.

But Pool Boy, well, he acted as if they had already met.

So if she knew the truth...

Then maybe she saw the note.

[LUCIFER] Daniel. There you are. I need some advice in an area I assume you have extensive expertise. What does it mean when a woman recoils at your touch?

DANIEL: Nope. I am not playing that game anymore.

Excuse me?

DANIEL: You say something insulting, stupid but kind of funny, and I just shrug it off. It was our shtick. But we are not friends. Not anymore. But I'll tell you what. I'll give you an answer.

Thank you.

DANIEL: It means that they hate you. That they want you as far away from them as possible.
Because your very touch makes them recoil in disgust. What? Hmm? No funny quip to that?

Hey.

Where's Lucifer?

DANIEL: I don't know and I don't care.

Well, he was supposed to come with me to interview Lenore.

DANIEL: Well, I guess it's just you and me.

[LUCIFER] The detective is in deeper denial than I thought.

All right, I'm gonna give you advice on how to help her.

Well, finally. Thank you, Doctor.

But I'm gonna need a good metaphor. Hmm.

Let's use... you as an example.

Oh, role-play. Well, it's been a while, Doctor. We don't have the clown masks with us, but I'm still game.

Okay, well, if you were in denial, and if that denial forced you to face a truth that scared you more than you'd like to admit...

G-Go on.

...I'd say that you were projecting your issues onto whatever you were dealing with in that moment.

Or... whomever you were dealing with.

[exhales] I see what you're saying, Doctor. Thank you.

Do you?

Well, the detective is clearly projecting her issues onto the case.

So, to understand her, I need to use the case to help her understand her feelings.

And in so doing, understand your own feelings as well?

[scoffs]

Hey, Dan, I've been meaning to say, you know, I'm-I'm sorry that I wasn't here for you while you were dealing with, well, everything.

DANIEL: Honestly, I don't know how much of a difference it would have made. I just, sort of, threw myself into work, you know?

No, but still, now that I'm here to pick up the slack. So, if you want to take some time off to mourn...

DANIEL: The job is kind of like my therapy. It's exactly where I need to be right now.

Okay, but you know I'm here to talk.

DANIEL: Look, I know. And thank you.You know, there is something, though.

What's up?

DANIEL: What's, uh, Trixie's obsession with gelato?

[chuckles] Oh, my God. It was really hard getting her to leave Rome after she discovered that stuff.

♪♪

Okay. So, uh, the neighbor saw Lenore leave, carrying a gym bag alone and in a hurry. She took her own car.

So what? She was involved in her husband's m*rder and then ran?

She could have written the anonymous note.

Uh, when it didn't work, maybe she k*lled him herself, or found someone else to do it.

Or she found out the truth about the man she loved, and it drove her away.

What do you think she would have felt in that moment? Horror?

Disgust? Mild arousal?

I don't think that's really helping right now, Lucifer.

Well, understanding her perspective will help us understand her actions, Detective.

You know what? You know, that's a good point.

I'm sure she felt betrayed, confused, scared, even?

Is that why you think she ran? Because she was afraid of him?

Lenore may have lied about what she knew about Bob, but she was genuinely grief- stricken at the crime scene.

So, I think we're missing something.

Ella, what did she leave with?

Clothes, toiletries.

Your standard "get the hell out of town" go-bag.

Oh, and... her wedding album.

You don't take a wedding album if you've m*rder*d your husband.

Dan, what did you see on the farmers market footage?

Just one visit from Pool Boy Paradiso, like he claimed.

Oh, and, uh, Marshal Reynolds, couple times actually.

And was it only Bob that Reynolds was talking to?

Well, he spoke to Lenore once. Why?

Well, he said that they have never met.

Huh. I... I'm fine. Whatever. It doesn't matter.

[Linda sighs] Maze, you and I both know that's not true.

Trixie means a lot to you.

And she's the last person you need to make up with since... your backslide into demon-dom.

[sighs] I...

Okay, Linda, what is going on with you?

Do you need to pee or something?

No. I sit all day. It's nice to be able to move around when I get a chance.

Okay. So, let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.

Yeah, I really don't want to. Okay, well, maybe it'd help if I spoke your language.

You speak Lilim?

[speaking demonic language]

What?!

No? Guess not.

No, I'm talking about v*olence.

Come on, stand up.

[chuckles] Okay, one, I like to fight when I'm happy or... horny.

And two, I really don't want to accidentally k*ll my best friend.

No. Well, I think you underestimate me, Maze.

Uh, I've been doing some kickboxing.

I've got moves.

Um... I'll let you take a free sh...

Hey!

Linda! Stop it, you two!

It's good I'm here.

I can't allow you guys to fight over me any longer.

Uh... Oh.

[AMENADIEL] Ah. You're not... fighting over me, are you?

No. But it's... sweet of you to think so.

[chuckles]

We made up a month or so ago.

So do you need my help?

With this or... anything... else?

No, we're good.

We're good.

Are you okay?

Well, I went back home to the Silver City.

That's amazing. It should be.

It's exactly as I remembered it.

But... [sighs] why did it feel so... different?

Why didn't it feel like...

Like home?

[sighs] Because this is your home.

[Chloe groans] Mmm.

I'm just getting Reynolds's voice mail.

Any luck tracing his phone?

I'm triangulating it now.

Not sure how long it'll take, though.

Or whether or not he had anything to do with this.

I think he did; made a couple discreet calls to the marshal's office.

Two of the ex-cons under Reynolds's protection have d*ed in the last couple years.

Well, who k*lled them?

Well, that's just it. One was an angry girlfriend, the other one was a hit-and-run that looked like it was mob-related.

Ah.

So our dear marshal weaponized the very secrets only he knew.

He let certain enemies know where the criminals were hiding.

Or told the new girlfriends and wives the truth, knowing how betrayed they'd feel.

And voilà.

The dirty work was done for him. That is remarkably efficient.

But in Bob's case, nobody took the bait.

So, maybe Reynolds got frustrated and decided to get his own hands dirty.

The question is: why?

I'll keep digging, see if I can find more.

[sighs]

So, why did Lenore run?

Well, if Reynolds met with her previously, and probably she trusts him...

So, maybe he reached out to her, to tell her she was in danger?

Oh, and little did she know how true that was.

Just got a hit on Reynolds's GPS, so, you know, might be a good idea to...

[whispers] You guys got this.

[sniffling]

Why? [whimpers]

Why are you doing this?

Please.

[crying] Please don't. Please don't.

Don't. No. I'm sorry.

But there's no other way.

Please don't. [LUCIFER] Sure there is.

There are loads of ways to k*ll her, literally tons.

But you chose to use Frank "Pool Boy" Paradiso's M.O. to frame him and tie up loose ends.

It's very clever.

[CHLOE] Drop the g*n, Reynolds.

Step away.

You don't understand. I'm not the bad guy here.

I've watched all these criminals for years, living happy lives, being rewarded for the terrible things that they did.

Lenore's done nothing wrong.

Let her go. Oh, hasn't she?

She forgave him.

Even when he was exactly the same monster he'd always been.

You saw what he did to the-the guy at the-the farmers market.

They never change.

So, maybe he slipped up. We all do sometimes.

But at least he was trying to make a better life for himself.

And you stole it.

You, you step back.

Lucifer, don't.

It's not your job to punish, Marshal Reynolds.

It's mine.

[g*nsh*t] [Lucifer yells]

[gasps]

[CHLOE] Don't let him get away.

[engine starts]

Jesus.

Not quite.

[tires screeching, Lucifer grunting]

[laughing]

Come on!

[gasping]

[bellowing]

Reynolds!

[Lucifer sighs, Reynolds grunts]

[panting]

Get out now!

Out.

Hands behind your back.

Lucifer, get...

[grunts, groans]

I'm in a rush. Mind taking him the rest of the way?

Who's this?

What am I, your secretary?

He's a bad guy. Figure it out.

[BEATRICE] Maze.

Trix.

Hey, um...

I've been wanting to talk to you. To tell you that... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for saying those...

I know, dummy.

[chuckles softly]

Wait, you're not, you're not mad at me?

Nah. I couldn't stay mad at you.

Your mom, she...

What?

N-No. Never mind. [chuckles]

[air whooshing softly]

Hello, Dan. [gasps] Whoa.

Dude. [nervous chuckle]

Wow, I'm sorry, man. I, uh...

I must've been in my own head. I thought I was alone.

Where the hell have you been?

I went home for a bit.

And no phones there?

Actually, no.

Oh.

Dan, you're the most human person that I know.

Thanks?

What made you choose to live here?

In Los Angeles?

Uh...

Uh, the food is great.

I love the ocean.

And... I guess I met people.

People I care about.

I think somehow it's become my home now, too.

And it's time that I stop trying to make excuses for wanting to stay and choose to stay.

[chuckles softly]

That's great to hear, man.

She's in Heaven, Dan.

Don't.

I hate it when people say that.

Look at me.

She is.

Trust me.

[gasping]

[sniffles]

[laughs] Somehow, I believe you.

[exhales]

[playing simple melody]

[plays discordant notes]

[winces, groans]

[footsteps approaching]

LUCIFER: [sighs] If you've come for more money, Mr. Saidoutbitch, now is not a good time.

Hey.

[chuckles softly]

[chuckles softly]

I used to... listen to that song on repeat through high school a lot when...

[sighs]

...when I felt lost.

Lucifer, about... what I saw.

LUCIFER: I've had literal eons to come to terms with what you saw.

[breath shudders]

My... my monstrous side. But it's not all that I am. At least, I hope not.

[sighs]

Either way, it's unfair of me to expect you to just... accept it.

I'm honestly not sure when I'll be able to.

[chuckles] If ever.

Lucifer, what I was going to say was... what I saw...

...was my partner.

Really?

Really.

LUCIFER: Well, then, um... problem solved, Detective. Because if you can accept me, then... that really is all that matters.

[laughs]

["The Beast" by Old Caltone playing]

♪ A breath feels my skin ♪

♪ A thrill burnt into my blood ♪

♪ The mirror reflecting all my fear ♪

♪ I fall with you ♪

[inhales sharply]

♪ Times and dreams are over ♪

♪ The devils of hell open their doors ♪

[crying softly]

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors... ♪

[sniffles]

We knew this part would be difficult, Chloe.

But just remember, what you're doing is the best thing for everyone on Earth.

Including Lucifer.

♪ Open their doors ♪

[sniffles] I know.

♪ Open their doors ♪

Are you ready for the next step?

[sniffles]

I am.

♪♪

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors ♪