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Previously on Lucifer...

Amenadiel: Who escaped hell?

Mum.

Dad got pissed off

and tossed me out of the house.

And what did your mother do?

She just stood there
and let it happen.

A couple of a thousand years
later, dad kicked her out, too.

So I did the same for her
as she did for me: Zilch.

So, mama morningstar's
on the loose.

I never could break that woman.

She wouldn't submit.

- What are you doing here?
- I've been demoted.

Been reassigned
to assist on cases.

You lied to me
about being a doctor.

Do you realize

the ethical position
you've put me in?

Lucifer: If she's not
coming to kill me,

then I don't know
what she's doing.

That's truly terrifying.

Lucifer.

Mum.

Help me.

J'j'

Hello?

- Are you okay?
- He just collapsed.

- Does anyone know cpr?
- No, I don't know.

Hello? Are you okay?

Call 911!

Uh, heart attack maybe?

I think he might be dead.

Woman: Sir? Sir?

- Lucifer?
- Sir, are you okay?

Lucifer? Where are you?

Sir, are you okay?

Has anyone seen Lucifer?

J“ I never gave up so easily... j“

J“ when you put
your black magic over me j'

j“ you did whatever you could j“

I nobody likes it
when you're good... j“

Lucifer.

I need to find Lucifer.

Man. Thought I killed your ass.

J“ well, I'll be
so innocent, innocent. J“

Girl: Hey, mom?

Mommy...

Lucifer.

And that's when I started
looking for you, son.

At least I've managed to keep

this flesh sack in one piece.

It has not been easy.

Quite a few of the male species
have been eying me hungrily.

Do humans eat their own?

Well, say something.

Aren't you glad to see me?

I apologize for my
human form, but...

At least this one has
supreme hindquarters.

You're lying.

No. They're quite
sturdy. Feel it.

I wasn't referring,

nor will I ever refer,
to your butt, mother.

I simply don't believe
your wounded bird story.

You're the goddess
of all creation.

Not anymore, unfortunately.

Now I'm just trapped
in this stinky human

with the exceptional ass.

I swear, all I've done for three
days is wander this cesspool,

asking these vacuous cretins
how to find you.

What are you doing?

Calling amenadiel.

Oh!

Wonderful. He's here, too?

Yes. And he'll be the one
taking you back to hell, so...

What?!

Why?

Because you're dangerous
and terrifying.

I promise you I'm not
here to hurt anyone.

You have to believe me.

My entire focus has been
on finding you, son.

So you can eviscerate me?
Got it.

No. We've wasted enough
time being... estranged.

I'd do anything to
rectify that now.

Sure you don't mean
"revenge that"?

Lucifer, your father
put me in hell.

Not you. I know that.

Yes.

But I was your warden.

Not by choice.

We were both wronged.

But you could have
at least visited me.

Uaughsfi oh, I'm sorry.

When dad cast me out,
who stood by and did nothing?

Hint: It's a palindrome
for "mum."

Well, maybe if you had talked
to me in hell instead of sending

your little demon torturer,

I could've explained
the whole thing.

You're right, you're right.

But I'm here now,
so by all means, explain.

You wouldn't believe me.

I know how suspicious
and untrusting you are.

You don't know
anything about me.

Lucifer.

I'm your mother.

Not for a very, very long time.

Well, I want to be now.

Then I'm going to
need you to prove

your little origin story to me.

We'll retrace your steps.

If I don't find a trail
of bloodshed and carnage,

then perhaps I'll believe you.

Fine. We'll begin where I found
the tiny spear in my neck.

- Fine.
- Hmm.

Gonna need to get you
some clean clothes.

Humans tend to frown
at the sight of blood.

Yes.

I've noticed.

J'he set me onj'

j“ fire j"

j'he set me onj'

j“ fire j"

J“ he set me on fire... j“

Uh, just leave it, would you?

Gosh, perhaps we shouldn't
have borrowed from maze.

Her clothing is insufficient.

Yes. Half my hide is exposed.

Human attire is
very impractical.

They're morons, aren't they?

Oh. So you admit
you revile them?

To revile them would be
to care about them,

which I do not.

Then all those rumors

about why dad sent you to hell...

The plagues,

the floods... they weren't you?

Well...

Yeah. That's what ithoughl

I was angry.

But humans weren't

the reason your father and I
were fighting.

At least, not then.

Uh, mum?

Hmm?

I think you left out
a minor detail.

Oh, dear.

J'j'

Liar, liar, slutty
dress on fire, mother.

Whoever destroyed my human suit

must have killed this little imp
as well; It's obvious.

Lucifer, honey,

why would I bring you here
just to disprove my story?

I don't know.

But that's exactly
what I'm going to find out.

Man: Management.

- Don't... wait! Wait.
- Why?

Because there is a dead man
lying on the bed.

Humans don't like
that sort of thing.

- Fine. Then let's fly out the window.
- What...

I don't have wings anymore, mum.

What?

It's a long story.

Come on. This way.

Management.

Yeah, this way.

What happened
to your wings, son?

I cut them off.

Why would you...?
I mean, come to earth,

get a haircut or something,
but that's a little extreme.

Hey, bud.

Can I tag in next?

Excuse me?

With the lady.

How much?

This one you could kill. Come on.

I'm joking!

I'm joking, mother.

Gosh.

You're gonna have to
lose those clothes.

They're a serious problem.

Taking you home,

'cause this being out in public
thing obviously isn't working.

And then I'm gonna
see my colleague...

Mum!

- Yes?
- You're naked!

Well, you said the clothes were
a problem, so problem solved.

Get in the bloody
car, will you?!

God. Traumatized
for eternity now,

so thank you very much for that.

J“ ask me 'bout
the things we did I

J“ it's complicated j“

j“ when we get naked j'

j“ but I can take it... j“

Maze?

Ah, good, you're still here.

I have a job for you.

On my way out, Lucifer.
No more jobs.

Yes, yes, I know.
You don't work for me anymore.

Very clear. But I have a feeling
you're gonna love this one.

Just think of it
as a parting gift.

Come on.

Hello, mazikeen.

Is that her?

Mm-hmm.

In a human body?

Well, unfortunately.

Foryou.

I appreciate your enthusiasm,
maze, but hands off.

What?

You're kidding.

Millennia, Lucifer...

With no physical form.

But now...

Look at all that flesh.

Lucifer: Yes, but sorry, dear.
No torture.

Just don't let her
out of your sight.

Until I've worked out
whether she's lying or not,

she can't be trusted.

You want me to babysit?

Well, "my mum in the body of
a disturbingly hot woman"-sit,

but yes, for now.

Mmm.

I was just trying to give
Tammy twinkletoes a makeover.

Honey, you...
You popped out her eye.

Yeah.

That was an accident.

Lucifer: Well, I
think she looks rather fetching.

Lucifer.

Hello, detective.
Sir douche. Offspring.

Chloe: You know,
I bet you're actually

behind this, aren't you?
Sadly, no.

Can't take the credit,
but I do approve.

Can we get to work now, please?

I'm just wondering if there's
any fresh homicides popped up.

Ooh, you know,
when you make that face,

you look a bit like the doll.

- Hey.
- Ah, look.

You can disco a bad guy
into confessing.

This isn't a game;
This is parenting.

And it's important.

She mutilated Tammy twinkletoes.

And I'm sure
there's a real mutilation

out there to solve as we speak.

Something that screams

"crazed witchy woman
on a rampage" perhaps?

What? Not that I know of.

Okay, I'm gonna go
back in there.

Detective!

Just a doll.

I don't know what all
the fuss is about.

It's not just a doll;
It's manipulation.

- What?
- Trixie's best friend landa got a new

all-American doll,
and now Trixie wants one.

So what does she do?
She destroys her old doll,

- expecting me to replace it.
- Mm, impressive.

But, then, I'd
expect nothing less

from the shrewd little minx.

- Why don't you comply, then we can get on, yes?
- No.

And I'd appreciate it if you
don't undermine my authority.

But you're being a bad mother.

Abandon the child
in its time of need,

and it won't trust you in the future.

- Is that what you want, detective?
- Decken

Yeah.

Got it.

New case. Hotel gleam.

Ah, finally! Fantastic news.

He's practically a kid.

Yeah, 19 or so.

Chloe:
How long has he been here?

Ella: I don't know,
maybe a few days.

Guess the maid really took

the "do not disturb"
sign seriously.

Cause of death: Single
puncture wound to the neck.

I'm thinking ice pick.

Or a screwdriver, perhaps.

Five-inch, Phillips head?

Huh.

Yeah. Maybe.

You're good.

I know. Detective,

interesting pool of
blood through here.

I'm assuming it belongs
to cinderella here.

Cinderella? Sure we don't mean
evil stepmother?

Really?

Are we really still on the whole
"my mother did it" thing?

I thought she was responsible
for our last murder.

What, you're just throwing
homicides at her

- until one sticks?
- No, I'm simply saying

that the missing woman
may well be our killer.

A murderous psycho
whose rampage started

by impaling that poor lad.

Okay, my guess is that this
is an affair gone wrong.

Jealous husband follows
his cheating wife here.

He kills the young lover,
he wounds her,

and then he drags her home
or she escapes.

Definitely the latter.

Well, we would know more

if she had left
more than a shoe.

We don't have a purse.

No wallet, no keys.

Would the woman's phone help?

Well, yes, of course,
but we don't have...

A phone!

Wow!

Good eye, luce!

Ifer.

I'll get this back to the lab.

See if I can restore it.

Yeah, fast as you can, Ella;
We have to proceed

- as if this missing woman is still alive, okay?
- Yeah.

I don't want to find
another body.

Trust me, you will not find
another body.

I found a body.

She's a maid at the hotel.

Explains why she didn't find
our dead guy.

'Cause, you know, she was dead.

Anyway, okay.

No open wounds, so she's
definitely not our cinderella

who bled all over the place.

You see the bruising

and the semi-circular
marks on her neck?

Strangled.

Aha. Long fingernails,
which means the killer's female.

Not necessarily.
I mean, the marks aren't deep.

It could just be a dude

- who's not serious man-groomer.
- Come on.

It's so obvious;
Your cinder-hellion

had just plunged a screwdriver
into the poor lad,

when she was interrupted
by the chambermaid,

who she then snuffed out
with her bare hands.

Chloe: Chambermaid?

Who's the killer, Mrs. Peacock

in the library
with the candlestick?

I love that game.

Dan: I really don't think
it's the missing woman, Lucifer.

It's a little unusual
for a woman to strangle someone.

But look at the size of the
bruising; Clearly not man hands.

I've seen some guys with
some pretty tiny lady hands.

Dan doesn't count.

-Come on. Chloe:
-Okay, regardless,

the maid's death wasn't planned.

I still think we're looking
at a third party...

Someone attacking the couple
when the maid entered.

The killer then dragged the maid
into the bedroom,

where they struggled until he

finally managed to strangle her.

Which gave our cinderella time
to get the hell out of there.

I couldn't agree less.

And she needs to go
straight to hell

as soon as possible.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to make a call.

Oh, did we get anything
on that cell phone?

Oh, right! Uh, totally forgot.

No, no.

Could not recover anything
from the sim card.

Water and phones, bad news.

I dropped mine in the toilet
once... that sucked.

- Damn. So much for that.
- Had to reach in, I didn't have my gloves.

Uh, no.

No, 'cause I did get
a serial number off of it,

so I know who bought it,
at least.

Richards and Wheeler.

High-end law firm
in Beverly Hills.

Cool.

Next time, if you want,
you know,

you can just lead
with that information.

If you want.

Okay, boss,
where do you want me?

I'm not your boss,
I'm just, you know, kind of...

My boss.

It's okay, Chloe.

I've accepted my demotion
like a big boy.

And besides, it's kind of hot
when you give me orders.

Sorry.

Old habits.

Chloe: Why don't you start
with missing persons,

see if there are any new leads
on our cinderella.

Lucifer and I will go
to the law firm.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Lucifer.

- Lucifer.
- Hmm?

Oh. Uh, are you praying or...?

Yes. Usually works.

He must've gone for
a wank or something.

Come on,
amenadiel, where are you?

Hello?

Is this thing on?

I keep waiting for god
to talk back to me, too.

But you know what, don't
get discouraged, okay?

He is listening, it's just

a one-way intercom kind of deal.

Lucifer: Come on, brother,
where are you?

Linda.

Surprised to see
you're still coming in.

I mean, after all, this is a...

A real facility for real
therapists with real patients.

Unfortunately, I can't
talk right now, Linda.

I've got some research to do.

Oh, sure, I bet.

Learning more about psychiatry?

Or is it time to switch it up?
Be a lawyer maybe.

Astronaut.

I understand.

You're upset that I told you
I was a therapist.

Maybe you are one,
'cause your intuition's uncanny.

Linda, listen. I did
what I had to do, all right?

Now, you wouldn't
understand this,

but I was dealing with matters
of great importance.

I didn't have a choice.

Yes, you did.

You used me.

You didn't have to do that.

I'm used to my patients
lying to me, not my colleagues.

Not my friends.

I confided in you, trusted you.

And you betrayed that trust.

It is difficult to explain,

but things have been
very trying for me.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe if you didn't think
so much about yourself

and more about
how you treat others,

things wouldn't be so trying.

It's called Karma.

Might want to research that.

All right, the most
effective way to do this

is with a discreet and
systematic approach.

Understood.

We can start with the
partners and then...

Lucifer:
Attention, lawyers! Hello!

Hello. Attention, please.

Uh, now, does anyone recognize
this critical piece of evidence

found at a gruesome crime scene?

Yeah. See?

That's our
corporate-issue phone.

We all have one.

That could be anybody's.

Right.

What about this

Louboutin power pump

with the ombré finish
in a size, uh... seven?

- Six, u.K.
- Lucifer...

Man: Oh, my god.

Th-that's Charlotte's shoe.

Is she okay?

Prince charming, I presume.

Richards. Charlotte Richards.

She's the owner of this firm.

When she didn't come
into the office, I just...

Assumed she was out of town
on a case.

Was this man involved in
any of those cases, by chance?

- Oh, my god, is he...?
- Dead as a doornail.

Yes. Or in this
case, a door screw,

'cause the hole in his
neck's from a screwdriver.

And I happen to think that
Charlotte may well have done...

Could provide us with more...

Information on his death.

Well, I-I don't recognize him.

Wait, does that mean
you think Charlotte is alive?

Define "alive."

Chloe: When was the last time

you saw her?

I did this!

Oh, Charlotte, I'm so sorry!

All right, Bradley, listen up,

'cause I've got personal
trust issues at stake here.

Brad, look at me.

Did you want Charlotte gone?

No. No.

That's the last thing I wanted.

Right. Then what do you desire?

T-To be with Charlotte.

We were in love.

Chloe: Mr. Wheeler,

um, would Charlotte
maybe have, um...

Also... slept with the guy
in the photo?

No.

We were completely monogamous.

She wouldn't even sleep
with her own husband.

She was married already?

Yeah, but she hated that guy.

J'j'

j“ nice to meet ya I

j'igottogoj'

j“ now you see me j'

j“ and now you don't... I

sorry about the mess.

Lucifer: I'm sorry
about those shoes.

Excuse me?

Mr. Richards,
when was the last time

your wife was home?

Oh, god, uh...

Three days ago, maybe.

You didn't file
a missing person's report?

She's always traveling.
Doesn't always tell me when.

Did she tell you she was
bonking her associate Bradley?

Lucifer.

Did she?

I knew.

What could I do?

Well, one option would be

to stab her in the neck
with a screwdriver.

Do you recognize this man?

Oh, god.

Uh... h-he came by

the house with a package
for Charlotte, uh, last week.

Pretty sure it was,
like, a work thing.

Well, it depends what kind
of package, doesn't it?

- Uh, i-is Charlotte all right?
- Can you account

- for the last three days?
- Yeah.

I've been up to my ears in puke.

My kids are home sick.

Uh, I haven't left the house
since Monday.

And not showered since, I see.

Are your children home?

I'd like to confirm with them.

Yeah, sure.
Uh, just down the hall,

and, uh, uh...

When exactly did you
surrender your manhood?

Excuse me?

I mean, I'm all for
stay-at-home dads,

and believe me,
I personally commend you

for not abandoning
your children,

but that's still no reason
to give up.

Oh, h... I haven't
given up. I'm...

Mr. Richards, you have
an entire slice of salami

stuck to your shirt.

Oh, god.

Come on.

Where's your closet? Up here?

Mm.

Oh, goody.
They come in more colors.

There's only one body part

- rubber should be worn on.
- Oh!

Not that you'd know.

You've clearly
castrated yourself.

But don't worry.
I'm here to help.

Hawaiian print?

The eighth deadly sin. Out.

Dave Matthews tribute tank.

Now I'm doubting your sanity.

What have we got?
Ah! Here we go.

This is more promising.

Not worn since the...?

- Wedding.
- That's what I thought, right.

Let's have a look.

Come on.

Come on!

Is that, uh...

Cocaine!

Uaughsy
oh, and the good stuff, as well.

Ah, detective,
welcome to the party.

Boy: Hey, mom,
the gang's here for lunch!

Woman: Ready in a minute.

You know, feeding a whole
ball team isn't too big a job

when you have macaroni
and cheese dinner handy.

Okay, boys, come and get it!

Mazikeen, what is this
strange gooey substance

that this boy is cooing about?

Maze: You watching porn?

What is this?

It's like money.

Humans use it to buy
things they can't afford.

Wish I'd found this

before I ate
out of those street bins.

Humans are silly animals,
aren't they?

Weak. Fragile.

That's what I'm counting on.

Now... where were we?

That's a lot of coke.

Think the attorney's
husband was dealing?

I don't think he's the
entrepreneurial type.

Thinking maybe the lawyer was.

Doesn't make a whole lot of
sense, but it would explain

why she ended up bleeding
in that hotel room.

Well, maybe the kid was
her street dealer or something.

Yeah, maybe. Anyhow, Ella got
a big fat print off the plastic.

I'm running it through AFIS now.

What's with the box?

Delivery for you.

- What?
- Yeah.

Dan, I thought we
talked about this.

A united front, especially now.

Hey, don't look at me.

Oh, she's here! Lovely.

Did the mini kitchen come, too?

Lucifer, you shouldn't
have gotten her the doll.

It's fine.
You can say it's from you.

Lucifer: Oh. Hello.

Dan: Luis mendoza.

He's a known associate of
drug kingpin Victor Perez.

He's a scary dude.

Chloe: Smart though,

to partner up with a
high-powered defense attorney.

Which would explain why
he's eluded the FBI for years.

I have a friend in the bureau.

I'll call him, I'll see
what I can find out.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, look, she comes with an
adorable little chocolate cake.

Your child's favorite.

I will deal with you later.

You're welcome.

Eeny meeny miney...

You are wasting
your time, mazikeen.

You couldn't break me in hell.

What makes you think
you could do it here?

Maybe I couldn't hurt you
because you weren't human.

Well, now you are.

No, it's because I wasn't
guilty of anything.

Hell gives the damned
what they deserve.

I didn't deserve to be punished.

And you know it.

No.

I think it's because I just
didn't find your weak spot.

Everyone has one.

Human bodies have several.

Careful.

This body only heals once,

and Lucifer told you
not to harm me.

You may have him confused
right now, but he's smart.

He'll come around, see you
for who you really are.

A mother who loves her son.

Loving mothers
don't abandon their sons.

I threaten your relationship
with him, don't I?

Nice try.

Even though you say
you're on your way out,

you're still here
doing his bidding.

You need him.

And if I stay,
then he won't need you.

Trust me, you won't stay.

Lucifer made a deal with your
ex to take you back to hell,

and he doesn't break deals.

Don't think he'd start with god.

He made a deal?

Wait.

Is that a weak spot?

Are those... tears?

Oh!

You're a bad mother.

Really? I think you might
be projecting a little bit.

Oh, really? How's that?

Well, you keep trying to pin
murders on your own mother.

I'm guessing you and her don't
have the best relationship.

There.

At least I get to keep
the cute little chocolate cake.

Oh, come on.

Talked to agent colburn.

Charlotte wasn't working
for the cartel.

She was working
to bring it down.

So was that poor kid.

His name's Marco Sanchez.
Got in over his head

with the cartel,
was trying to make it right.

So he was working with Charlotte
and the FBI as an informant?

Trying to build a case
against Perez, yeah.

That's why he and Charlotte were
meeting at the hotel in secret.

But look at this.

Perez's hit man is
Jimmy the carpenter.

Want to take a guess
at his m.O.?

- Screwd river?
- Boom.

So the woman isn't a
ball of homicidal fury.

Chloe: No. Perez is.

Or his hit man anyway.
Lucifer: Right.

Well, shall we arrest
the Perez chap, then?

The FBI has been trying
to do that for years.

He's teflon. He launders

everything through
his tanning salon franchise.

Yeah, we can't risk
derailing the FBI's case.

We have to go through the court,
and we have to get a warrant.

I'll see if I can rush one.

Perez could have Charlotte now.

Ah, I doubt it.

Well, if not, he's after her.

I don't doubt that.

Yeah, why don't you stay here
and get the warrant.

I think I've left the cooker on.

Ah, lovely. You
got one on the go.

Right. New information, maze.

Seems mum might not be a lying
sack of savagery after all,

but it also seems
that she's the target

of a vicious cartel hit man.

So you mustn't let her
leave the penthouse

until this whole mess
is resolved. Right-o?

Your mom's gone.

What?

Well, how did that happen, maze?

She tricked me,

then head-butted me, then left.

Sorry.

Oh, well.

Suppose the worst
that could happen

is that she's brutally murdered.

If so, she'll just find
a new body

and run right back
like a good mum, yeah?

Or not.

I may have let

the whole deal
with god thing slip.

So I think she
might be running away.

So if she goes into a new
body, we'll never find her.

Okay. Then we'll just have
to find her before that happens.

I mean, how far can
a celestial being

trapped in a feeble human body
for the first time get?

Well, let's see.

She's stupid hot,
wearing my clothes,

and she's got
a corporate credit card.

Bollocks.

Hello, chaps. Just looking for
the head of a big drug cartel.

Is he home? Vicky?

Victor?

- Oh!
- Oh. Sorry, love. Vicky!

Ah.

Ah. Hello.

Mr. Perez, I need you to know

that I'm not here to talk to you

about your criminal
drug enterprise.

I'm here about
Charlotte Richards.

Are you, by chance,
holding Charlotte prisoner?

- Who?
- Right. I'll take that as a no.

Here's my point.

You may think that she's dead,
but she's not,

which is fine,
because you also think

that she's still Charlotte,
which she's also not.

- Is that clear?
- Ow!

I simply need you to promise

to stay away from
Charlotte Richards. Deal?

Oh. Oh, look at that.

Snowstorm in a tanning salon.
How ironic.

Oh. Detective.

I think Vicky here is ready for
a little bit of show-and-tell.

Emphasis on the show.

J'j'

Victor: Wait a second.

You think I had him killed
'cause he's a narc?

Why would I do that?

I was using him.

Fed him bogus information
on purpose.

Had the FBI chasing
after their own knobs.

Kid was an asset.

Be stupid to hurt him.

Well, you forgot to tell
your buddy Jimmy the plan.

Screwdriver to the neck.

The carpenter? He's dead.

Oh. Did I throw a wrench
in your works?

Get it? Screwdriver? Wrench?

It's a whole theme.

Ah. How's my little
drug kingpin panini?

Not our guy.

We have to find someone
connected to Marco and Charlotte

that didn't know
Jimmy the carpenter's dead.

Well, Jimmy's dead? Tragic.

So assuming the whole cartel
knows that, it rules them out

and points us to the only way

that Charlotte and Marco
are connected:

The law firm.

Two shakedowns in one day.
I'm in.

No more shakedowns, no more
tanning booth shenanigans.

You and I have been working
together long enough

for you to know
how to follow protocol.

I'm sorry, detective,
but Charlotte's in danger.

We need to find her.

How did she go from big bad
wolf to little lost lamb?

Well, maybe she's a wolf
in sheep's clothing,

but right now she needs
to return to the flock.

Yeah, I worked on that case.

I work on every case
that comes through here.

Okay, but the Perez case
was sensitive.

You were the only one here

besides Charlotte
who knew about it.

Which means you're also

the only one here who was aware

of Jimmy the carpenter's
methodology.

Wait. You don't think that I...

Got handy with a screwdriver

and tried to pin it
on the Perez cartel?

- Yes.
- That's insane.

Chloe: Vvhafsinsaneis

a guy with a Harvard law degree

still working as an associate.

Lucifer: Yes. Passed up for
partner by old Tom Cruise out there.

Guess you should've been
slipping the boss your top gun.

If you're suggesting
that I killed

an innocent kid and my boss...
My mentor of 12 years...

All out of professional
jealousy, you're crazy.

Hold on.

I don't believe that
we mentioned two murders.

I mean, we showed you the
crime scene photo of Marco,

- but not Charlotte.
- Lucifer...

Well, given the information
that you presented...

The phone, the shoe...
I just assumed that she was...

Dead? No.

Just missing. And if we find
her alive, it's gonna be

very interesting to hear
what she has to say about you,

her loyal protégé.

This line of questioning
is now over.

Why don't you go
speak to my attorney.

He's two doors down.

Why would you divulge
privileged information to a guy

who's now clearly
our lead suspect?

Sorry. I'll get that
protocol thing down one day.

J'j'

j“ where's the justice j“

j“ I don't know j“

j“ I've got a fever j“

j“ and it's criminal. J“

Why aren't you dead?

What? Who are you?

Don't give me that, Charlotte.

By the way, thanks for using

the credit card we opened
for the Perez case.

Did you forget I'm the only one
that has access to it?

That I'm the only one

who did anything for you
at that hellhole?

Hellhole? Are you a demon, too?

Why?

Because I'm a little upset?

Wouldn't you be, too,
if you got passed up by Wheeler

with the big wiener?

Oh, I know who you are now.
You're the one who killed me.

Well, apparently not.
But I am now.

Sorry.

- Can't kill my mum.
- Oh!

Lucifer!

Detective.

If you're gonna
follow me following him,

we should have just
drove together.

Right, you get him, detective!

I'll stay here
and protect the poor lady!

Protect me? From what?

Ow!

What'd you do that for?

Well, the detective
knows you're alive now,

so you're gonna have to sell
the whole Charlotte charade.

Need to explain
that blood pool somehow.

- Oh, youlhfle".
- Devh?

Yes. But about that...

We've never met until now,
don't know each other.

I fear it's too much for
the detective to handle.

Well, it looks like she can
handle quite a bit.

Yeah.

Well, it seems that wound was
re-aggravated in all the hubbub.

Poor woman.

You want to tell me
what the hell you were doing?

Well, leading the mouse
to the cheese, of course.

I mean, I was gonna be the cat,

but then you showed up, sol
suppose that makes you the dog.

What am I gonna do with you?

Well, I can
think of a few things.

Might need
a stretch first though.

You need to follow the rules.

You tell me not to ravage
suspects in front of you.

Now I can't do it
behind your back either?

I mean, make your mind up,
detective.

No more buying
my daughter $200 dolls.

Well, why not?
You weren't going to.

I was teaching her a lesson.

Neglect 101.
You're abandoning her

in her time of need, detective.

I don't know what happened
between you and your mother.

And if you ever want to talk
about it, I'm here for you.

But listen to me.

Doing what's best
for your child...

It doesn't always
make 'em happy.

I hate to interrupt
so late, but, uh...

I just wanted to apologize.

Oh?

Yeah, you were right, Linda.

You see, I really do
have a lot to atone for.

I've... made so many
mistakes lately.

But a big one was hurting you.

I may have forged
a friendship with you

under false pretenses, yes.

But I did consider you a friend.

And I'm deeply sorry
that I ruined that.

If anyone understands mistakes,
it's a therapist.

Not that you'd know.

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

Night.

Good night.

J' oh, no more apologies j'

j' need be exchange j'

j' oh, no words could ever help j“

j' relieve this pain j'

j' easier to live with pain j“

j' than have to let it go I

j“ oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
oh, oh-oh, oh-oh j'

j' oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh j“

j' oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
oh, oh-oh, oh-oh... j“

What on earth is that?

Cheesy noodles.

It's what mothers make
to bring their children joy.

I saw it on the flat-screen.

That explains all the cheese.

Lucifer...

I wish, with all my being,

that things could go back
to the way things were.

With you...

And all my children
again in heaven.

I want what your father
took from me.

I want my home back.

But I know that's not possible.

So I want to do what I can

to be a good mother
to you here, on earth.

It's too late.

You abandoned me, mum.

You just stood by and watched
as I was cast out.

Thrown into hell
and vilified for all eternity.

There aren't enough
cheesy noodles in the universe

to fix all that, I'm afraid.

Okay.

Your father never
sent you to hell.

I did.

Oh, great. Much better.

I did it to save your life.

After the rebellion,
your father was angry.

Deeply angry.

He wanted to destroy you.

I begged him not to.

Iasked him to send
you to hell instead.

I did it because
I love you, son.

And I always will.

However...

If you still need me

to return to hell, I understand.

You do what is right for you.

That's very gracious
of you, mother.

Okay, but please don't
send me back to hell.

But I meant the rest.

I know you did.

All right.

All right, you can stay.

For now.

Just until I...

Figure out what I need to do.

Thank you, son.

Yeah.

J'j'

j“ so I'm gonna live my life
like it's my last damn night j

j“ 'cause when the clock
strikes 12:00 j“

j' we're all gonna go to hell. J“