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Previously on Lucifer...

Operation "Help Lucifer
Escape From the Hospital."

And you, my dear doctor,

are going to help me. Let's go.

The three of you plan to use...

this Flaming Sword

to cut through the gates
of Heaven and go home.

- What does Maze think of your plan?
- Well, I don't know; I haven't told her.

So what, are you going on a vacation?

Lucifer didn't tell you.

We're all going back to Heaven.

She's been acting very
odd recently, on edge.

This obsession with getting home

is a bit much, don't you think?

That's because only you,

my Lightbringer, can ignite it.

- That's it?
- It's all I've got!

You have to try harder.

I'm not broken; the sword must be.

This is what Uriel
was trying to tell me.

There's another piece missing.

Lucifer, we need to
talk about something.

What... Can it wait?

I'm busy keeping an eye
on our mercurial mother.

No, it's important. I think
you might be in danger.

Is it the Yakuza?

The Nephilim?

One Million Mums?

It's Maze.

She's angry with you, brother.

Well, is it Tuesday already?

Anger is Maze's default setting,

sort of baked into her demon DNA.

No, this is different, Luci.

I think you really need to talk to her.

She'll get over it; she always does.

Right now, we have bigger
issues to deal with,

like whether or not
Mum is wasting our time.

If she believes her client

has found another piece of
the Flaming Sword, so do I.

Oh, such a loyal son.

But Mum hasn't adapted to this
world as well as you might think.

This chap could be conning her.

- I think I'm gonna go make sure...
- She seems to be doing just fine.

That's not the money, is it?

Of course not. She wouldn't
bring it to the meeting.

Oh, no. Of course not.

I mean, that would be
absurd, wouldn't it?

She's just showing it to him.

I mean, it's not like
she's gonna hand it to him

before she... gets the piece.

That's great.

And now she's letting
him leave. Marvelous.

Well, that went well.

- Oh, you think so, do you?
- I do.

He has what we need in
his safe in the back room.

- Oh.
- He's going to get it right now.

Mum, you just handed him
a briefcase full of cash

with no proof whatsoever
he has what we need.

- And?
- You've been conned.

He's a client of mine, darling.

I don't think he'd be that foolhardy.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure he'll be right back.

Maybe we should go
check just to be sure.

I think that's a good idea, don't you?

Oh.

Huh. See? He didn't con me.

Look, instead he's dead,
and someone robbed him

of what's ours... much better.

Well, the good news is, after
this spectacular bungling,

I happen to work with
a homicide detective.

If you find the killer,

then you'll find our
piece of the Flaming Sword.

- Hey, but, Mom...
- The challenge is...

making sure we catch the case
before some other detective.

- But what about...
- I may be able to help.

Really? I'm all ears.

- Is everything all right here?
- Yeah, everything's fine, Maze.

You can, uh, you-you
can put away the knives.

We'll be in touch, Dr. Martin.

Excuse me.

Uh, Maze.

Maze.

Oh, my Lord.

Who the hell was that?

That was the chairman of
the ethics review board.

- Are you okay?
- No.

No, I am not.

No, Maze. No, no, no, don't, don't.

That won't do any good.

What happened?

A couple of weeks ago,
I maybe, sort of...

helped Lucifer break out
of a mental institution.

Using my own name.

- It's my fault, really.
- No, it is not your fault.

It is Lucifer's fault.
It's always Lucifer's fault.

First, I find out he's
ditching me to go to Heaven,

and now he's hurting you.

Look, I'm gonna fix this, Linda.

And then him and I are
gonna have a little talk.

- Hey, I should get my own desk.
- Not happening.

Right next to yours
would probably be best.

Definitely not happening.

Why are you hovering over me?

I'm not hovering. I'm just
spending time with my partner.

Oh, well, since you're here,

why don't you help me
with this paperwork.

I could really get
used to this, partner.

Right. Yes, on second thought,

maybe a desk in the far corner might...

- Mm-mm.
- Oh! Ms. Richards.

Detective Decker. Just the
woman I was hoping to see.

Well, I feel the opposite.
If you'll excuse me.

Hear me out.

A client of mine called.
He sounded very worried.

I think he might be in terrible danger.

Oh, that's awful.

- Detective, we should do something.
- He's at a bar downtown.

Would you come with me and
make sure that he's okay?

Nope.

- Nope?
- I'm a homicide cop.

I do not go around checking
on worried criminals

like a nanny, Charlotte.

- So if we're done here.
- I heard... things.

On a... on-on the phone call.

Like?

Fingers... pointing.

You heard... fingers pointing?

Very angrily.

Yes.

Also, a gunshot.

Sounded like he was...

dying, or, um...

melting?

It's hard to tell.

- Charlotte...
- It sounds worth our time, actually.

Agreed.

Why didn't you just lead with that?

The lock's damaged.

Is it?

Looks like you're right.

He's been dead about an hour.

Oh? Impressive guess, Detective.

Uh, I'm assuming from the...

discoloration.

Well, that wasn't a
complete Dumpster fire,

but now that we're finished,
you can see yourself out.

I'll do nothing of the sort.

Fine. I'll show you out, if you insist.

I'm not going anywhere.

But the detective and I have
got everything handled now.

This is far too important to
leave to just the two of you.

- I will stick around.
- Mum.

Besides, we'll get to work together.

Won't that be fun?

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We're running tests for
gunshot residue and cocaine.

Should have those in,
like, five minutes.

Okay. Good.

Oh, Charlotte.

You're still here, huh?

Well, he was my client.

I thought I might be
of help to the case.

But if not, we could
always get her to shoo along

and we can carry on with our business.

No. I'm sure she could be very helpful.

So tell me, why does Zeke Moore,

a manager at an import/export company,

have you representing him?

- Because I'm the best.
- At getting criminals off.

Well, that's not true.

I haven't slept with any of my clients.

What?

You represent the worst of the worst.

So why was Zeke a client?

Because he works for Bianca Ruiz.

What? The tequila magnate?

Bianca's tequila empire is a front.

She uses the distribution
routes to sell guns, drugs,

and, oh, yeah, people.

So we've been after her for a long time.

Who do you think did this?

A rival of some sort?

Well, that's actually a good question.

Ella, what do we have?

Well, no smoking gun,

but poor Zeke here got shot twice.

First in the thigh...

bullet winged him... and then another

went through his hand
hitting him in the chest.

Probably trying to defend himself.

Too bad you can't catch bullets.

Well, he can't maybe.

I don't think this
was a professional hit.

Maybe a robbery gone wrong.

And idea of what was taken?

Well, trace elements point to cash,

cocaine, gunpowder residue,
indicating weapons...

all your basic bad guy stuff.

No sign of forced entry, though.

Which means the killer
either knew the combination,

or he just waited for the
vic to open it to strike.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, I got something here.

Cell phone.

No dust on it, so it
hasn't been there long.

Well, Zeke had his phone on him,

so this one could be the killer's.

Maybe he dropped it during the fight

or just didn't have time to retrieve it.

Passcode protected, of course.

But the home screen is... two eyes?

Human female breasts.

No. That is a woman's
perfectly freckled rump.

So our lead on the killer

is a pair of butt-boob-eyes.

It's a great start.

Hello, Daniel.

What are you doing here?

Ms. Ruiz there...

is my client.

Well, she's a real piece of work.

Trying to make me jealous?

What do you want from me?

You seduce me, you betray
me, now you're back.

You have to want something,
I just can't figure out what.

I do want something, you're right.

And I'll tell you.

Just somewhere private.

I'm not having sex with you here.

But I need something to pass
the time until we get a lead.

I don't understand you.

All right, whatever this is between us.

Well, it's simple, Daniel Espinoza.

I like you.

♪ I get that money ♪

♪ That money don't get me ♪

♪ Oh, ain't it funny how
they all want to be a G ♪

♪ I make it happen... ♪

You guys, it's a record label.

The symbol on the phone we
found is the label's logo.

And they choose to publish this music

of their own free will?

It's a vanity label.
It exists only to make

this one guy's music.

Okay, well, who owns it?

And can you please turn it off?

Chet Ruiz.

Bianca's youngest son.

Half our billing goes to
keeping him out of jail.

So Bianca's own son

robbed and killed one of
her most loyal soldiers?

The files barely mention Chet.
I didn't know he was actually

- part of the family business.
- He's not.

Bianca tries to keep him as far
away from it all as possible.

Maybe he started to resent
that, decided to make a play?

And then dropped his phone,
proving just how right

his mother was about him.

Well, if Chet is the killer,
this could be our chance

to take down Bianca, as well.

Cut off the head of
her entire operation.

This could be huge.

Yeah. Bummer is the phone
proves that Chet was in the room

but doesn't definitively
tie him to the murder.

Dan, why don't you work
on hacking the passcode.

I'll have a chat with Chet.

And, Charlotte, thank
you so much for your help.

But now that one of your
clients is our main suspect,

it's best you go.

I don't think I have to go quite yet.

Maybe not, but I think you should.

Bianca's having a party today.

It's the launch of her new tequila.

I'm sure Chet will be there, and...

I'm invited.

Why do you want to help us now?

Because we all want the same thing:

to find out who robbed and killed Zeke.

You know, Chloe, it
would be a good chance

for us to go undercover.

Gather some intel before they
even know we're onto them.

- All right.
- Fine.

Good. It's settled.

The detective and I will go, so
thank you so much for your help.

I don't think so.

The invitation is under my name.

I will go.

Perhaps Detective
Espinoza should join me.

No. Yes, that's not happening.

- Uh, very well. I'll go with you...
- No, I'll go with Charlotte.

- But, Detective...
- No more argument.

Very well. But I
suggest you go shopping.

This isn't the kind of place
you can attend in pajamas.

This is ridiculous.

Pajamas?

What if Ella goes to the party?

That sounds like a great idea.

Oh, my God. Thank you so
much for thinking of me.

But you know what? I'm so busy.

I have been sidelined

by my own mother and the detective.

It's absurd.

I won't stand for it.

I am gonna find a way into that party.

Do you always whine like this?

I don't know how she puts up with it.

Where's Dr. Linda?

Suspended.

Because of you.

Because you have been a terrible,

selfish friend.

To her.

Now you're gonna fix it.

Well, gladly, once I figure
a way back onto the case.

No, Lucifer.

Now!

But I suppose they can
handle things without me

for the time being.

What's the plan?

It'll take two hours to scan the phone.

I'll come to you.

I'll kill some time till it's done.

See you soon.

Hey, man.

You looking for your brother?

Or my m... um...

Charlotte?

Listen, um...

are they here? Because I
haven't been able to reach them.

No, they took off.

Couple hours ago.

Of course they did.

And why would they
bother to let me know?

I could try to call them for you.

Don't worry about it, Dan.

I mean, with a brother like Lucifer,

I really should be used to this, right?

Hey.

What are you doing right now?

Charlotte Richards.

Have you seen my plus one?

She's a tired-looking blonde.

Probably dressed in something
freshly-plucked from the floor.

- Mm-mm.
- Hmm?

Let's get this pajama party started.

I still don't understand
why you're helping us.

Bianca's your client.

I'm not the same woman
I was when she hired me.

Hmm. Did you have a change of heart?

No, the same heart.

Completely different soul, though.

Hmm.

There's Chet. I'll go talk to him.

You know, that's wise.

You seem more his type than me,

and you're not
particularly intimidating,

- so that should help.
- Help what?

Well, in seducing him, of course.

I'm not gonna seduce him, Charlotte.

Not with that posture you're not.

- Fine. I'll do it.
- No. No.

There's gonna be no seducing.

We just need to get Chet to talk,

have him incriminate himself,

then we can arrest him
and flip him on Bianca.

You expect him to betray his own mother?

One that's given him
everything he's ever wanted?

Not all kids appreciate what
their parents have given them.

Well, that I agree with.

I just think with a little
pressure, he'll crack.

Oh, bodyguard.

Maybe he's not as easy
to get to as I thought.

Why would an overprotective mother

bring her murderous son
to a tequila-fueled party?

Well, if her son killed
Zeke, she has no idea.

Okay. I've got an idea.

Dr. Linda Martin is an amazing therapist

and an incredible woman.

You can't do this to her.

Well, I'm afraid that she
brought this on herself.

So, unless there's something...

specific that you can tell me,

there's very little that I can do.

Hmm.

Well, how about proof of
all the good she's done?

Like this guy. Lucifer Morningstar.

Oh, that's quite flattering.

The worst patient anyone could ask for.

He is a back-stabbing, selfish,

narcissistic little devil.

- He's greedy...
- Is there a-a point to this?

Yes, I'm wondering the same thing.

The point is, despite all of that,

she went out of her way to help him.

Yeah, she's right.

The doctor has seen a
side to me that I hide

because it's, well, terrifying.

But she accepted me nonetheless,

and she's helped me through issues
that I thought insurmountable.

I appreciate the testimonial,

and I will include it into the notes.

That's it?

Unless you have more evidence to submit.

Well, she's generous.

As a, as a therapist, as a lover,

- a friend...
- Wait.

- You slept with your therapist.
- What?

O-only in the beginning.

Then she decided that I shouldn't
pay for therapy with sex.

So, such strong morals, don't you think?

Let's go!

What the...?

Oh, no, no, she saved my life.

I mean, granted, she killed me first,

- but I did ask her.
- Oh, my God.

Lucifer.

We actually have been trying
to get the formula for...

Charlotte.

Excuse me. Oh.

Mmm.

So glad you can make
it. How are the children?

They're angels.

But speaking of children...

What did Chet do now?

Run out on another tab?

The police suspect him
of killing Zeke Moore.

That's impossible.

I have it from a very good source.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

Thank you, Charlotte.

- As always.
- Of course.

Enjoy.

What did you do?

What could I do?

You won't let me drink, my bank
account's pretty low lately...

Zeke Moore. What did you do?

I took care of a problem.

You're welcome.

You don't work for me.

But I should. Look what I can do.

Yeah, remove one of my best earners?

You see, this is why you need me, Ma.

I found out that Zeke was
building up his own business.

Smuggling up rare artifacts on the side.

And I was making 30%.

Oh.

Well, I would have known that
if you had just given me...

How do the police know it was you?

I may have...

dropped my phone.

Chet, what was on your phone?

Let's go somewhere quieter.

No, Mom. Mom, Mom.

The whole business?

I was just trying to learn how
the financial part worked, Ma.

You know, prove to you I
could be a part of this.

So you saved it on your phone,
which the police now have.

Don't worry.

I'm already taking care of it.

Won't be a problem.

What?

Hello.

Improv?

Really?

Come on, man, you promised
me you wouldn't laugh.

I went through a lot this last year.

And improv sort of
helped me reorient myself.

How?

Well, it took stepping outside of myself

to figure out who I really was.

You know, stop defining
myself by other people.

Chloe. Lucifer.

I see.

So you think I'm defining
myself by my brother, yeah?

Well, I know from experience,

the dude casts a pretty big-ass shadow.

Well, if there is one
constant in the universe,

it's that Lucifer's the favorite.

No matter what I do.

No matter how hard I work
or how much he screws up.

It's never gonna change.

You guys must have competed
over everything, huh?

I mean, he would never admit it, right?

But yeah. Yeah, everything.

Even women?

Eh, I just noticed that you and Lucifer

have a weird relationship
with Charlotte Richards.

I just thought maybe you guys...

No, Dan, we are not
competing over Charlotte.

Trust me.

At least, not in the way you think.

And if we are, well, obviously I lost.

Because I'm here, with you.

No offense.

Yeah, none taken.

Oh, man.

They couldn't crack the passcode.

But, uh, for what it's worth,

I like you a hell of a lot
more than I like your brother.

I know everyone here except you.

What are you doing here?

I, uh...

I'm... uh, was...

I came because, well...

I love your son's music.

Hi, Chet.

Chet, you're so good. You're amazing.

Oh, please. I've seen the sales.

Nobody actually listens
to that... stuff.

Oh, I listen to it, big-time.

♪ I-I... get that money ♪

- ♪ That money don't get me ♪
- ♪ Me! ♪

♪ Oh, ain't it funny how y'all ♪

- ♪ Wanna be the G... ♪
- ♪ Wanna be the G ♪

- I've heard enough.
- ♪ I make it... ♪

- Yeah.
- That's enough, ma'am.

Chet, you're so good.

- You're dope!
- Let's go.

- I love you. I...
- I love you more.

Dan. Hey. Look, that phone...

I think it is way more
important than we thought.

It might be the key
to taking down Bianca.

Great. Now that we've solved that,

I can get back to the case and...

Ooh! God! What?!

What? You just made everything worse.

Why am I surprised? Just leave.

Since that's been your
plan all along anyway.

Is that what all this has been about?

Amenadiel told you about our
trip back to Heaven, didn't he?

Don't you blame him.

- You...
- Aah!

... should have told me.

Well, if you understood
the full picture...

Oh!

Stop hitting me.

Then explain.

Well, I'd like to,
but you have a tendency

- to get emotional about things.
- Aah!

Case in point.

So I needed to be
controlled, is that it?

What the hell am I, Lucifer...

a pawn in some plan of yours?

No, I wouldn't put it like that.

Of course you wouldn't,
because that would actually

require you understanding
how you affect people.

- How you hurt them.
- Oh! Aah!

You seem to be the one doing
the hurting at the moment.

You don't care about
anyone other than yourself.

Unless they can be of use to you.

Sound familiar?

Tread very carefully, Maze.

You're just like your parents.

Aah!

- Aah!
- Oh!

Maybe... maybe we should

just take a time-out so that...

you can catch your breath.

Yeah, so you can catch your breath.

And then, I'll get back
to kicking your ass.

See, now...

I had no idea that you
were this mad at me.

You were gonna leave me.

I would never do that.

But you told Amenadiel and your mom

that y... you were going
with them to Heaven.

Well, I didn't say how long for.

Huh?

Or what I was gonna do when I got there.

You're playing your own angle.

And you didn't tell me...

because you needed me
to be angry with you

so you could sell your story.

Exactly!

So, all this...

was for nothing.

Lucifer, that's even worse.

This phone could be the key

to taking down the entire Ruiz empire.

Yeah, but how do we crack it
if cyber couldn't even do it?

Time. That idiot
didn't install a program

that can remotely wipe the phone.

And it's an older phone
with just a four-digit code.

So, what, we just keep
trying till we get in?

- How long will that take?
- There are only 10,000 options.

Well, actually, 9,996 now...

I took a couple stabs.
So, hey, making progress.

I would say maybe a month.

Well, we can't arrest 'em till
we know what's on that phone.

And if they decide to
make a run for it...

All right. Let's just
try to speed it up.

Let's look into Chet's background,

let's try and come up
with number combinations

that might be meaningful
to him, all right?

Let's go.

Did you guys...

kill the chairman of the review board?

Please tell me you didn't kill him.

Not that he didn't deserve it,

the smug, insufferable...

No, no. No one's dead.
We did this to each other.

Though...

when it comes to your case,
I fear I may have, um...

complicated things.

Lucifer told him you used to screw.

- Among other things.
- Oh?

Oh.

Well, I guess that's that.

No, that isn't that.

I want to know why she's
still upset with me.

Since I'm not currently a
practicing doctor of psychiatry,

I don't have to lead you
on this path of realization;

I can just tell you.

Maze is pissed at you
because you used her.

Sure.

But for the greater good of
our debauchery here in L.A.

Did you even once think
of how this affected her?

Of course I did.

Thought about how she
might ruin everything

by disemboweling my mum
or castrating my brother.

I meant her feelings.

- What?
- She thought...

you abandoned her.

That you didn't care
how that affected her.

But those sort of things
never bothered her be...

before.

Oh.

Mazikeen.

I didn't realize...

I should have realized.

Well, my work here is done.

Literally.

So, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to find a very stiff martini.

Linda.

I'll take care of this.

I promise.

Bianca.

Has something happened?

Yes.

My son robbed and
killed Zeke, as you know.

But then he showed me
what Zeke was smuggling.

And for whom.

Now I have it.

And I think it's very
important to you, isn't it?

- It is.
- Then let's make a deal.

I'll give it to you

if you get my son's
phone from the police.

That's not possible.

You'll find a way.

Otherwise, I'll make
sure that what you want...

disappears forever.

Birthday reverse. Nope.

Double 69.

Oddly relieved that's not it.

Ms. Lopez.

We haven't really had
the chance to meet.

I know. I've been looking
forward to a formal "hey-ya."

- S... uh...
- Uh, no, I see you're still

working on the phone.

I knew Chet well.

Perhaps I could borrow it,
maybe try some combinations?

I see through you.

I know you are waiting around

for my boy Dan.

Oh.

Caught me red-handed.

And even though most
everybody is all like,

"She a shark,

"those dead eyes, don't trust her,"

when I look at you...

I see a light.

Did my bandage come undone?

So, for now,

benefit of the doubt.

But if you ever hurt Dan again,

I'll have someone break your legs.

Oh, that's my brother.

I've been trying to get
ahold of him forever.

Can you watch the phone?

Sure.

Thanks.

See? Light.

Start talking.

Ah!

What happened to you?

Oh, this. It's just a little
fisticuffs between friends.

I just had a very enlightening
conversation with Charlotte Richards.

Ah. Well, I've had my fill

of enlightening conversations
for today, thank you.

Lucifer, she told me who she really is,

and how you two are related.

I somehow doubt that.

No, it all makes sense.

Why you were so disgusted

when I suggested you
two had slept together.

Why you act so weird
around her in general.

She... really told you.

What did she tell you?

That she's your father's ex.

Right, yes, no. That's-that's true.

Right, yeah.

I mean, the way she
talked about your dad

and-and what he put her through.

Mm-hmm. Betrayal,
torture, Hell, et cetera.

- All true.
- Mm-hmm.

I just cannot imagine raising
kids with someone like that.

Sympathy for the goddess, Detective?

Why didn't you just tell
me she was your step-mom?

Well, it didn't seem
that simple to explain.

I mean, how did this
all come about, anyway?

Well...

I... I caught Charlotte
trying to steal evidence

for Bianca Ruiz.

What?

Why would she do that?

Well, apparently Bianca figured out

that Charlotte and I were
working together at the sting.

Bianca threatened Charlotte's family.

I mean, she threatened
you if she didn't help.

Well, that sounds plausible, yes.

I don't know.

Something about it doesn't feel right.

I don't know if I can trust her.

Well, I mean, I know I'm biased,

but one thing's for certain, Detective:

Charlotte Richards will stop at nothing

to protect her children.

- You can trust that.
- Hmm.

- Did you bring me what I asked for?
- Mm.

As promised.

Make sure it's real.

That it wasn't cloned.

_

To the things a mother
will do for her children.

I'll drink to that.

I can't even count the times

that Chet has come close to
destroying everything I've built.

Children always find
new ways to test us.

She's talking about Amenadiel.

Put us through... hell.

That one's me.

And yet we still protect them.

Always.

_

Now for your side of the bargain.

We lost the feed.

- She's up to something.
- Well, no, no, no.

She may have just shorted the bug.

No. Charlotte Richards
is either screwing us over

or she's in trouble.

Guys, get ready to go in.

And she better be in trouble.

This opens a safety deposit box.

Inside you'll find what
Zeke was smuggling for you.

This isn't what we agreed to.

How do I know you'll hold
up your end of the deal?

Because I always do.

And quite honestly, I don't see why

you put so much value in...

Freeze! See your hands!

LAPD. Bianca Ruiz, you're under arrest.

This is absurd.

Charlotte. Charlotte.

Will no longer be representing you.

You're making a terrible mistake.

Don't touch me.

Charlotte, are you okay?

- Yes.
- Lucifer, don't.

Step away. I need to search her.

Well, I don't think that's
necessary, Detective.

- Well, I do.
- It's okay, son.

Fine.

Arms out.

Hmm.

Oh, you're being incredibly thorough.

I like it.

- She's clean.
- Well, I told you, Detective,

she's got nothing to hide.

The phone was still unlocked.

We have everything.

Seems like we do.

Let's, uh...

A book?

That's what Zeke smuggled for me?

Is this a joke?

Well, if it were, I would
have chosen something funnier,

like Douglas Adams or Freud.

Are you certain...

that this is all that was
in the safety deposit box?

Well, how is a book

supposed to ignite the sword?

Maybe it's an instruction manual.

In an ancient language I can't read.

Wonderful.

Here.

Wh... I can't read it.

But you speak every language.

Speak, not read.

I've always found tongues
much more useful than books.

So whatever language this is...

It's Sumerian.

Unlike some of us who had
everything handed to him,

I actually spent my youth studying.

Excellent.

My smart boy.

How-how quickly can you translate it?

Um, should only take me a few days.

Days?

I don't have that kind of time.

Mum, why have you got your
knickers in such a twist?

Is there a reason why
you're in such a rush lately?

I-I'm just anxious to see
the rest of the family.

Please start translating.

There's something going on with her.

Yeah. Or it's just that
time of the millennium.

What?

Excuse me.

Not this time.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Congrats on nabbing Queen Tequila.

Well, Chet's still out there,

so this isn't over until I find him.

You and Charlotte Richards...

that is the most awkward
team-up of the century.

Actually, it wasn't
as bad as I expected.

I learned a lot of
eye-opening things about her.

That's for sure. Like her
being Lucifer's step-mom.

- Had no idea...
- Wait a minute.

She... step-mom?

Yeah. Yes.

That makes a weird
amount of sense, actually.

Dan, I want you to be careful with her.

There's something
about her I don't trust.

I'm gonna be fine, Chloe.

- Wait. One more thing.
- Yeah.

If you married her,

you'd kind of be like Lucifer's dad.

- Oh, my God.
- Right?

It's so, so messed up.

I'm glad you agreed to meet me.

Well, of course I did.

I knew that book couldn't be it.

Well, come on.

Hand it over. I need
what Zeke really smuggled.

Now.

Mm. A knife.

We already have...

My life is ruined!

I don't want to go to prison.

This is all your fault!

Who knew translating
could be so exhausting.

Listen, I think I found something.

Huh?

God shattered the Flaming Sword
into three distinct pieces.

"The Blade of Death."

Azrael's.

"The Medallion of Life."

Johnson's belt buckle.

And the key that binds
them all together.

Well, keys don't bind, they unlock.

I think someone needs to go
back to translation school.

And guess who has the key.

Well, don't leave me in suspense.

Who is it, brother?

It says that God entrusted the key

to his favorite son.

Of course he gave it to you.

It's always you, isn't it?

Well, what are you talking about?

The only keys I've got are these.

What else did you bring
with you to Earth, Luci?

Your ring.

I've never seen you without
it; maybe that's the key.

Well, the key to completing
my ensemble maybe.

Here.

Try and attach your ring to this.

- Brother.
- Just do it.

And we'll confirm what we already know.

- Brother...
- That Father's favorite,

despite everything that you have done,

is and always has been you.

Look down.

Is that the key around your neck

or are you just happy to see me?

He entrusted it...

to you, brother.

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