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♪ We were better
on the first time ♪

♪ Love as simple as a mother
and a baby child ♪

♪ Then you rocked our cradle
and we fell out of love ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Laying wide awake,
tell me how could I ♪

♪ Forget all the words
to a lullaby ♪

♪ We've fallen,
fallen out of love ♪

- ♪ We've fallen... ♪
- Lucifer!

There it is. Oh.

Maze.

Just in time.
You can take my place

on the sex swing
for the second half.

Unless you'd
rather turn

that frown upside down
on the rack?

I'm sure Nigel won't mind.

Seriously?

You haven't had a decent orgy
in years.

I leave town
for two seconds and you...

50 shades
of betray me.

Well, actually,
you've been gone for months,

but no need to descend

into orgy FOMO. This,
what you see here?

This is just the, uh,
school night shenanigans.

Why don't you come back
on Saturday,

when things get really freaky?

Bye, Anna. Bye, Fred.

Everyone hydrates!

Hostess rules.

Nobody passes out
unless they want to.

Hmm.

Who's the new girl?

Wow... uhp.

I'm not new.

And you couldn't handle this.

Mm. You'd be surprised.

Come, now, Maze.
There's no need to get pokey.

Maze?

As in, Mazikeen of the Lilim?

Oh! Oh, wow,

I am so grateful to you.

I mean, this world is
full of dumbass rules.

You know, "No drugs
for breakfast,"

or "put on some
clothes," but you,

for years,
you have been the keeper

of Lucifer's devilish flame.

He just forgot to mention
you were so damn hot.

- I like her.
- Oh, I'm so glad.

Because I'm going to have to
exit orgy left, I'm afraid.

- What?
- I know, sugarplum,

but mandatory
meeting at work.

Can't be helped.

♪ I got a hot knife ♪

♪ And a tight collar... ♪

So I'm standing there,
buck naked,

and then when I take
my blindfold off,

I realize my naughty
girlfriend has only

snuck us into the aquarium
after hours.

Next thing I know,
we're tangled in the touch pool

like a pair of
randy merpeople.

It was so Shape of Water.

Well, that just made
my bucket list.

And Eve did this thing
with a conch shell...

it was very
creative, actually.

I'll draw you a diagram

- if you'd like...
- No.

We're good. We get it.

I feel like I am
right there with you.

Detective, when you said
you were fine hearing

about my romantic life
with Eve...

Still am. Super fine.

Fine with the aquarium story,

fine with the vat
of melted chocolate story,

with the boning the entire cast
of Cirque du Soleil story.

True.

And I, personally,

I can't get enough.

Because it's awesome.

But right now,
I am trying to concentrate.

Lucifer, you
brought doughnuts.

Oh, Rookie Joan.
I thought a few sweet treats

might help these pesky morning
meetings go a little easier.

Mondays, am I right?

It's Wednesday.

- Is it?
- Uh-huh.

So I've completely
missed the tutorial

on the new computer system?

Mm. It's probably for the best.

Oh. Well...
oh, gosh, no.

I'm so sorry.

I seem to have picked up
the Candy Dandy Rave Doughnuts

instead of the regular
glazed ones.

One bite of these,
and you'll be riding

the rainbow unicorn for days.

Oh, actually, come to think of
it, I think I've just realized

what happened
to Monday and Tuesday.

Lucifer, if you would
really like to help,

um, we can get
into these case files.

Why don't we do that?

Uh, uh... Oh.

I would love to, Detective, but
I'm gonna have to rain check.

Promised Eve I'd be home
in time for the naughty raffle.

Honey, I'm home!

Who replaced my knife caddy
with this

tiny... torture device?

Hello, Mazikeen.

I've been helping Linda out
with a lot of things

while you've been hunting
bounties for months.

I wasn't hunting bounties,
Amenadiel.

Never mind.

What else changed
while I was gone?

Hi.

Linda!

You're fat.

Well,

good luck with
all of this.

Linda, I'll see you
tonight at Lamaze.

Okay.

- What? La-La-what, now?
- Lamaze.

It's a baby class for
"Mom and Partner."

Oh.

Not "Mom, Partner
and Demon,"

so please don't
get any ideas.

Well... maybe you can
come to the next one.

Whatever.

You know what I've been hunting
all these months?

This.

For the baby. Hope you like it.

I'm sure Lucifer
will be here soon.

Lucky us. Maybe this time, he'll
show up with a kilo of coke,

or another Mexican wrestler.

That was a scheduling issue.

More like a life issue.

As in, you cannot live
the life that he lives

and still work with the LAPD.

Oh, Dan, he'll figure it out.

I know things have been
off-kilter with Lucifer lately,

but when it comes to the job,
he's got it covered.

I'm sure.

Ella, what do we have?

John Doe. Died on impact after
being pushed out of that window

up there.

One day, he's just living
his life.

The next... bam!

Smashed, like a bug
on a windshield.

Sorry I'm late.
Got a little tied up at home.

But don't worry, it'll be all
business from here on out.

- Great.
- All right, what have we got?

Oh. And a party

in the back.

Lucifer,
we are at a crime scene.

Oh. Oh, dear.

I've worn my orgy pants to work,
haven't I?

Okay.

Crisis averted, Detective.

Seriously?

Anyhow, Ms. Basich here was
telling us about our victim,

- Gary Van Blunt.
- Oh.

Best auditor I ever had.

Hard worker, detail-oriented.

Bit of a bore
in the personality department,

- if you know what I mean.
- Mm-hmm.

And you said that Gary's
laptop was missing.

Do you know if there was any
sensitive information on it

or any reason someone
would want to steal it

or keep it from getting out?

What Gary had on that laptop
could have shut down

dozens of businesses.

Did you ever receive any
threats here at the office?

Gary did mention someone was
actually following him, though.

Home, work, home.

Work, home. Work.

Yes, I understand. Are
there security cameras

here on the premises?

Or overnight guard, possibly,
that could have seen anything?

- Lucifer.
- Mm.

I think we may have a lead.

LAPD.

Detective Decker. Hi.

Oh. Sorry.

Uh, I know it's sad or whatever,
but Big Nose Brown Shoes

in that pose is the most
artistically stimulating thing

I've seen out here, well, ever.

Big Nose Brown Shoes?

I don't know their names, so...

So, do you draw here regularly?

Every day on
my lunch break.

You know, so my soul doesn't
die up there in a cubicle.

Do you happen to have
any more drawings of Mr. Van...

or, um...
Big Nose Brown Shoes?

Thank you.

So, this guy here,
he's in a lot of your drawings.

Square Jaw Buzz Cut.
What about him?

Do you know if he knew
Big Nose Brown Shoes?

I don't think so.
But I did wonder

if he had a crush
on Big Nose, though,

'cause he was always,
like, watching him.

Your work is very good.

Do you ever do nudes?

- Couples, perhaps?
- Okay, thank you.

I will need to hold on
to this one, but...

we're done here.
Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

Okay, Lucifer,
I need to talk to you.

Your "extracurricular
activities"

are starting to hinder our job.

There is a dead man
right there,

and you showing up
to his murder scene

in ass-less slacks...

is not only disrespectful
to the LAPD,

it is disrespectful to him.

So if you can't take
what we do seriously,

then maybe you
shouldn't be here.

Now, I understand, Detective,
and I apologize.

I haven't been at my best today.

But I do take our work...
our partnership...

very seriously.

In fact, I hereby promise
that the personal

shall interfere
with the professional no more.

Sorry.

Now, I...

Silent.

From here on in,

you won't even know that
I have a personal life.

Does no one
need a demon today?

I could use one.

Lucifer and I

were supposed to
Bake-and-Drake tonight.

You know.

Get really baked

and watch a
Drake concert.

But he had to go
back to "work."

You know, I'm really
happy he has a job,

I am, but...

I just didn't think he would
be there all the time.

Yeah.

Used to drive me nuts, too.

Until I got a life.

Smashing heads,
hunting bounties...

you know, my own thing.

I don't want to do my own thing.

You know, I happen to have

some free time
on my hands today.

Why don't we do
our own thing together?

I'm sure Lucifer
will be back any minute.

Or maybe he won't.

You're Eve.

You're the first,
best party girl ever.

Are you gonna sit at home
waiting for your man?

Or are you going
to come and party...

with me?

Well, I do like to party.

Yeah, you do!

Oh.

Something on that
pretty little face of yours.

♪ Got caught up
in a bad situation ♪

♪ I'll admit
I'm a sucker for seduction ♪

♪ 12 arrived at 12:00
on the dot ♪

♪ And I said,
I only speak in friction! ♪

Hello, Brother.

It's good to see you, Remiel.

So, what brings you
to Earth?

Silver City run out
of stags to hunt?

You need a break
from Castiel's singing?

Or you just miss
your big bro?

I wish I were here for
such frivolous reasons.

But we have a problem.

For the first time
in millennia,

I've sensed a new
celestial. A baby.

Right here in Los Angeles.

But you already knew that.

Didn't you, Brother?

Oh, gosh...

Who's ready to Bake-and-Drake?

- Lucifer.
- Doctor.

Yes, well, I'm afraid you've
missed the, uh, festivities.

But if you'd like
to come back Saturday...

I came because you've canceled
three therapy sessions.

I want to make sure you're okay.

Oh, no, no, I'm fine.

I'm more than fine, actually.

Living my best life
on all fronts.

Balancing work
and pleasure like a...

like a finely calibrated
machine.

You, um, you haven't seen

a tiny, doe-eyed brunette,
have you?

"You didn't show,
so I went out with Maze.

Hope you're not dead. Eve."

Well, I admit
there are still a few...

kinks to work out.

But speaking of,
if you'll excuse me.

It can't be easy,
all these years

- upholding human law.
- Oh.

Eve will love this.

Exploring your caring,
altruistic side with Chloe.

"For us to enjoy together."

And now being
in a committed

relationship with Eve,

who expects you to be your...

your old, hedonistic
devil self at all times.

"Apologies...

Detective."

Now, how many times
can you

program this thing
to say "ever"?

Thank you.

When you bifurcate
your life this way...

"good" and "bad,"

"crime solver"
and... "orgy host"...

you're effectively
denying

half of yourself
all of the time.

Lucifer, if you don't stop
pulling yourself

in opposite directions,

you're going to come undone.

What?

That is preposterous.

I mean, I've finally got
everything I ever wanted.

I've got a girlfriend
who accepts...

nay, appreciates...
that I'm the Devil,

makes every waking moment
a non-stop bacchanal.

And then there's work.

And I don't need to tell you
how important that is to me.

No, you don't.

So you see why I'm no longer
in need of therapy, Doctor.

Perfection achieved.

Is that why you've
spent the last few minutes

ordering apology gifts
for both Eve and Chloe?

I...

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry, but we're gonna
have to leave it there, Doctor.

There appears to have been
a break in the case.

Thank goodness.

Detective.

Hi.

Lucifer, get in the car.

Uh...

Sorry I'm late.
Hi.

What have we got?

Ella ran facial
recognition on the sketch

of Gary's stalker
and got a hit.

A guy named Vince Walker.
Ex-Marine.

And we couldn't get
a physical address.

But his name is registered
to that car.

So we're on a stakeout.

Undercover.

Understood, Detective.

You can count on me.

I will not take my eyes
off that vehicle.

Come now, Brother.

We both knew
it was only a matter of time

- before this happened.
- We did?

Well, of course
there was bound to be

a child eventually
because of all

the meaningless
sexual encounters.

I wouldn't say they
were meaningless.

Please, our brother
Lucifer is a...

what do they call it here?

A slut.

Lucifer?

You're here because
you think Lucifer

has fathered
a half-human child.

It must have been
difficult for you,

bearing the burden
of Lucifer's secret alone

in order to protect him.

But I'm here now, Brother.

Together, we can put an end
to this madness.

Oh, whoa, whoa, Remi.

What do you mean exactly by
"put an end to it"?

As we both know,

it's forbidden for
humans and celestials

to intermingle in
an amorous manner.

- The child shouldn't exist.
- The child is innocent.

Exactly. Which is why
we must find the child,

snatch it up and take it to
Heaven for the rest of eternity.

Remi, put your wings away!

Humans aren't supposed
to see them.

Right. Forgot.

Please slow time so these
barely sentient creatures

won't see us fly away.

Well, I can't slow time.

Because that would be too easy.

Look, this is our first
brother/sister hunt

in over a millennia.

Why not make it
a proper challenge?

You're right.
To the challenge.

Where might we find the
kind of human woman

that Lucifer
would impregnate?

Actually, I know
exactly where to start.

But, um, perhaps
we should begin

with a change
of clothes.

Lucifer, I'm sorry
that I was hard on you before.

You know, we-we all have
our personal lives

and I go to
parent-teacher conferences

and you host sex parties.

So, to each their own.

Look, as long as you continue
to wear actual pants to work...

then,
if you're happy, I'm happy.

You know, I'm not happy.

Of course I want you
to be happy.

But the way...
that you're happy,

it... it makes me uncomfortable.

It-it makes me feel
sick, to be honest.

And, yes, sometimes
it makes me jealous.

So...

I hate the way you're happy.

And... there it is.

Fetch me the goat.

No. In the hat.

We need to make sure
this is the guy.

I think he's the guy.

Help! Help! Fire!

Call 911!

There you go.
Big strong donkey kicks.

Now locate
the trunk release.

LAPD, step away
from the victim!

And... stop giving her notes?

Vincent Walker.

If you don't mind,
we're kind of in the middle

- of something here.
- Is this part of the scenario?

'Cause we haven't done
crossfire drills yet.

But I can give it a shot.

You can put the
gun away, Detective.

I run a K&R outfit.
Kidnap and ransom?

We offer abduction
survival courses

for frequent travelers
like Joyce here.

They really are
the best in the business.

My employer pays for everybody
in the Bogota office

to get kidnapped at least once.

This is my third time.

Quite the little
thrill-seeker, aren't you?

- Yeah?
- Okay, who paid you

to kidnap Gary Van Blunt?

As usual, you cops
have it all wrong.

Our parent company paid
Mr. Van Blunt to audit us.

Thought it was a formality,
typical government red tape.

Then he accused me
of paying off

Bolivian border guards.

- And were you?
- Of course he was.

Damn right I was.
To keep my clients safe.

Everyone in my
line of work does it.

I told Gary
his goody-two-shoes routine

could cost real people
their lives,

but he wouldn't listen.

- So you murdered him.
- What?

No. I tailed him a little.

Hoped to scare him
into shutting up.

From home to work
and not much else.

The poor sap was
the human equivalent

of watching paint dry.
Until he wasn't.

Couple days ago,
he breaks routine,

takes off
into Malibu Canyon.

I lost him when the cops
pulled me over for speeding.

And I suppose you have an
alibi for last night at 12:30?

As it happens,

I was on a three-day mission
to Cape Town.

Flew into LAX
a couple hours ago.

We good?

Mm-hmm. We're good.

- Well, that was a bust.
- Mm.

But now we know
how Gary spent the last day

of his life... in 5,800 acres
of Malibu Canyon.

All right, I'm gonna go
back to the precinct.

I'm gonna work up
a list of what homes

and businesses
to canvass first.

Why don't you go home

- and get some sleep?
- No, nonsense, Detective.

I've already
had my cat nap.

I insist you go home
and get some rest

and I'll burn the midnight
oil at the station.

You're offering to do
hours of tedious research?

N-No.
I want to do whatever it takes

to secure justice for
poor, boring Gary.

Detective, recent
missteps aside,

you should know:
when I'm on the job,

the job has my
complete devotion.

Thank you, Lucifer.

That means a lot.

So, I'll...
see you tomorrow.

Bright and early.

Oh, girl.
Don't even start.

It's just that when he
leaves me hanging like this...

it reminds me of Adam.

You know I was
his second wife, right?

Literally created

for the guy and our
entire marriage,

he was just pining over
wife number uno.

"Lilith tamed the
beasts of the night."

Stupid, perfect Lilith.

She wasn't perfect.

Oh, my God.

My God, I'm...

I'm so sorry, I...

I completely forgot
that she was your mother.

Yeah, so did she.

Got a package for "Eve"
from "Lucifer"?

Oh, my God!

What is it?

Oh, my...

I don't get it.

- You...
- Oh, this guy.

Okay, I know.

Oh, look. There's a card.

You really need a card
to know who that's from?

Right.

Lucifer!

"For us to enjoy together"?

I mean, this must
be for someone else.

No, for us to enjoy
together at the precinct.

Why, this young lady
would make a great decoy,

or keep Daniel company
on long stakeouts...

- You know what? Enough.
- You guys.

The suit doesn't fit,
literally or figuratively.

The clothes Gary Van Blunt
died in were, like,

two sizes too big, and, like,
eight tax brackets

more expensive than anything
else in his closet.

The clothes weren't his.

Wait, so the-the killer
forced Gary to change clothes

before they pushed him
out the window? But why?

Uh, no, I don't think
they made him change clothes.

I think they made him
put clothes on.

I found something
on the map last night.

If you combine it
with Ms. Lopez's findings...

I think I know where Gary was
when the killer snatched him.

Oh, my gosh, can I please come?

This is perfect.

Just perfect.

So cool.

Sorry, but rules are rules.

You want to go inside,
you got to get naked.

Either that or get a warrant.

Fine. I'll get a warrant.

Lucifer.

Oh, when in Rome, Detective.

Please put some
clothes on.

We are professionals.

Ella, see if you can get
a warrant from Judge...

Vickers.

Bucket list?

Don't worry, Detective.

Miss Lopez and I
are on the case.

♪ Ooh... ♪

You don't happen to recognize

this unfortunate looking chap?

Hmm, don't recognize him.

You have any pictures of him
without his clothes on?

Course I know Gary.

He's the sweetest thing.

He's almost as sweet
as my mango coladas.

You want one? Or two?

I just can't believe
Gary's gone.

He's only been coming
for a couple of months,

but he really found
his happy place here.

And how could you tell
he was happy?

Oh, don't worry, we know.

And he was so active

in the community.

Chess club, book club.

Oh, he even offered to help us
all with our taxes.

Hold on. You're saying
that Gary was an avid nudist

and a devoted accountant?

Oh, naturalists come
in all forms.

In our community, we have
teachers, judges, scientists.

W-What about enemies?
Did Gary have anyone

he butted heads with
in the community?

Oh, Gary didn't have a contrary
bone in his naked bod.

I can't imagine him saying
a harsh word to anybody.

Except maybe
to Julian. Remember?

We saw them arguing
in the meditation yurt?

I couldn't
understand exactly

what they were saying... I didn't
have my hearing aids in...

but it looked heated.

And Julian is...?

Julian McCaffrey.

Son of the late
Willow McCaffrey,

the founder of Willow's Glen?

Julian inherited this
place after his mother died,

but he's nothing like her.

He's, he's brought in drugs,
and prostitutes.

Well, we're not sure
they're prostitutes.

Oh come on, Ani,
you know as well as I do.

That millennial pervert has
turned our little slice

of heaven
into a devil's playground.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Welcome to the VIP lounge.

Speaking of which, you two
are not at all what I pictured

when I heard
the cops were here. Kudos.

We're not cops.

I-I'm actually a
forensic scientist.

And I'm the Devil.

Oh, hey, I wanted to say
how sorry I was

when I-I heard about Gary.

He's gonna be missed
by the entire community.

Cut the crap. We know you two
argued in the meditation yurt

the day he died.

Well, it's not
what you think.

I hate to speak ill of the dead,
but Gary...

he was coming on pretty strong

to some of our more attractive
female members.

Making them uncomfortable,
so I had to give him

some firm advice.

Probably did him
a favor, honestly.

How altruistic of you.

My point is that the last time
I saw Gary,

he was alive and well, and still
trying to bat out of his league.

So if I can't help you
with anything else,

I'm starting to prune.

Yeah. You are.

What are you, a size
34 pant, 13 shoe?

Good guess. Why?

You're under arrest.
Oh, and the precinct

has a strong no-nudity policy,

so you'll have to put on
some clothes.

And you, too.

How can human women

wear these torture devices?

What are they called?

Jeans.

♪ But where to go? ♪

How could Lucifer ever procreate

with these jeans-laden humans?

They're selfish,

and greedy.

And they smell wrong.

Well, Remi,

perhaps Lucifer discovered
that not all humans

are selfish, greedy
and... smelly.

Perhaps he even met one
that was rather special.

One that helped him learn things

about himself and the universe

that he never would've
learned without her.

♪ I don't care now ♪

♪ Let them fall forever... ♪

Yeah, I'm just guessing,

about Lucifer.

Yeah.

Advertisements.

Greedy humans.

Good job.
You're doing a great job.

- Okay, honey.
- One more big push.

Remember your breathing.

Okay, good.
You're doing great, honey.

There you go. There you go.

And that is
what the birth process

looks like up close.
Any questions?

Yeah.

Can we see the part about the
torn perineum again, please?

Um, given the time restraints,
perhaps it's best

we move on to infant care.

Let's feed
our babies.

Now, whether your choice
is breast or bottle,

what's most important
is the intimate bonding time

you're spending
with your little angel.

In your arms, your baby
will feel safe and satiated,

and, most of all,
loved.

Your babies will only be babies
for a short time,

but the bonds they form with you
now are the foundation

for healthy and nurturing
relationships.

That was beautiful, wasn't it?

I'm so glad you're here, Maze.

Maze?

So it's a coincidence
that the shoes and clothes

Gary Van Blunt died
in match your sizes

and favorite
label exactly?

Not to mention, you were
seen arguing with him

on the day he
was murdered.

Things aren't looking
good for you, Julian.

Yeah, I'm not too worried.

Oh. Why is that?

Three, two...

Judge's order to release our
client on his own recognizance.

What happened to
the $2 million bail?

- Already paid in full.
- Well. This was fun,

but I've got a naked limbo
contest to judge at 4:00, so...

Hey. How did he get
away with this?

Yeah, "McCaffrey"?
That's his mom's maiden name.

- Guess who his dad is.
- I don't know.

- Jacob Tiernan.
- Uh, as in, Tiernan Shipping?

That's right. Guy practically
owns every port in the Pacific.

Well, that explains
the confidence.

One whiff of trouble,
and Daddy bails him out.

Yeah, money like that
behind him,

the guy's
practically untouchable.

No one's untouchable.

Eve?

Eve?

Hey.

I, um, I got you something, too,
for us to enjoy...

together?

Look, I know you're angry.

I'm not angry.
I mean, I was.

But then I had a lot of time
to think, and I realized

I used to be just like you.

With Adam.

I wanted Adam
to love me so badly

that I devoted myself
to becoming something I wasn't

in order to please him.

I wanted to be Adam's
"ideal woman."

But then I realized something.

I was never going to be
Adam's ideal woman,

because spoiler alert:
I'm not Lilith.

I'm me.

Yeah, I spent
so much time

trying to be whatever
Adam wanted me to be

that I never once stopped
to think what I wanted.

Who I had been
all along.

Guess who helped me
figure that out?

If it's not me,
this is a terrible story.

It was you.

Lucifer,
I was created

from someone else's rib.

Okay? I am literally
a subset of another person.

But you helped me realize that
I can become my own person.

You set me free.

I just want to do
the same for you.

I see you pretending to be
something that you're not,

you don't have to.

You're already perfect.

You think I'm pretending
to be something I'm not?

Don't you?

Wha...?

I have to go.

It's a break in the case.

I'm sorry.

What's the son of a power
broker like Jacob Tiernan

doing running his mother's
hippie nudist retreat?

Well, according to Jacob's
super unauthorized bio,

Julian is the black sheep
of the Tiernan family.

Out of control partying,
multiple run-ins with the law.

I mean, this says Jacob
cut him off years ago,

except for
the fact that

he keeps sending lawyers
to clean up Julian's messes.

What does any of this
have to do with Gary?

I mean, he wasn't auditing
the nudist retreat

or any of the Tiernan
businesses, right?

So then what motive
could Julian

- possibly have to murder him?
- Step aside, Daniel,

because I have just blown
this case wide open.

Just found this note

in this pocket
and this

is the suit that I wore... or,
more accurately, didn't wear...

at the nudist colony.

Someone must've put it in there
before I got my clothes back.

Miss Lopez, do you remember

a woman named
Marigold?

Seriously?

For all we know, someone
could've put it in there

at one of your
latest sex parties.

Have you ever been
to a sex party, Daniel?

We don't pass notes
to each other.

Guys, guys.

"Marigold"
wasn't a woman.

It's one of Tiernan's ships.

And the Marigold docks
in San Pedro tonight.

That can't be a coincidence.

You awake?

Very funny, Detective.

You know, we wouldn't have
gotten this far without you.

You did good, Lucifer.

Do you think I'm different
when I'm at work

to when I'm not at work?

Mm...

I think we're all
a little different at work.

You know, trying to put
our best foot forward and...

But do you think the person

that I'm trying to be
at work is...

I don't know, dishonest?

Do you like work?

I do. I like work very much.

Work makes me want to be
a-a better man,

but if I've never been that man
before, then...

is it even real?

Well, I mean,
I think people

are growing and changing
all the time.

I mean, look at me.

15 years ago,
I was naked in a hot tub.

Hmm. Still one of my
favorite films.

Well, point is, I never would've
pictured myself as a detective

or a mom

or a person
with so many

- sensible brown shoes.
- So many.

Yeah.

It just... it just feels right.

So, I think, uh,

if what you're doing

and who you are
at work feels right,

then I think you know it's real.

Here we go.

Let's go.

Oh...

Aw... scared?

Come on, move!

So Julian was using
Daddy's shipping company

as, what, slave transport?

Detective Decker
requesting backup

in what looks like
a human trafficking situation.

10-4.

Gary must've found out somehow.

And Julian killed him before
Gary could expose the operation.

We can't let him get away.

We won't.

LAPD, hands in the air!

I got cops over there!

Come on,
take off!

LAPD.
Drop your weapons.

On the ground now!

Hands where we can see 'em!

Lucifer, Julian's getting away.

Julian.

You're a slippery one,
aren't you?

Then again, most
cockroaches are.

No! No!

Hey, guys, listen up.
I need you all to fan out,

find McCaffrey. Now!

Medics, we got victims
over there by the van. Go!

Ah, you're not so cocky now

without Daddy's lawyers
around you, are you?

Tell me, does he know
what you've been up to?

You think my dad's
any better than me?

He's a wolf in sheep's clothing,

hiding behind a fancy suit
and a fake smile.

At least I admit I'm a wolf!
I mean, what kind of man

pretends to be something
he isn't?

It's your lucky day.

I've decided to leave
your punishment to the police.

Freeze!

LAPD. Don't move.

No, no, no, no! No!

♪ Bless the crimson sky ♪

♪ Laid out before the night ♪

♪ Bless these dirty sails ♪

♪ And may they aid your flight ♪

♪ Far away from all ♪

♪ That does torment your soul ♪

♪ Far away from all ♪

♪ That made your skin
grow cold... ♪

I can't believe you let him go.

For once, I agree with you.

You think you're helping,
Lucifer, but you're not.

You're a wrecking ball,

and everything you touch
turns to shit.

First Charlotte,
now Joan.

When are you gonna learn? Hmm?

You're not one of the good guys.

There's a house
on that property?

Got it. Thanks, Maze.

You okay?

What happened?

You may have been
right about me.

I tried to be
something I wasn't,

and a very bad man got away.

Killed again.

It's all my fault.

Sounds like it was
the man's fault to me.

Who is this guy,
anyway?

Murderer,

human trafficker,

destroyer of lives,
on the loose.

Well, we can't let him
get away with that.

He should be punished.

By me, you mean?

Honestly, I'm not sure
I have it in me anymore.

That's not true.

You will always have it in you.

You're the Devil.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

It's not her.

I think you're stalling,
aren't you?

Oh, don't tell me Lucifer's
misplaced love of humans

has rubbed off on you.

Of course not.

Yes. The never-ending talk
of "free will"

while you were
in the Silver City?

Brother, you're the one
who taught me

that humans are inconsequential.

Well, I was wrong, Remi.

They are living,
breathing beings created

by our Father.

And I promise you,
I won't hurt the child,

even if it is half-human.

And what about the mother?

I know we're not allowed
to kill humans,

so I'll be very careful
where I cut.

You're not cutting anywhere.

You know this human,
don't you, Brother?

Are you protecting her?

Yes, I am.

I'm protecting her
and I'm protecting my child.

Yours?

Oh, for the baby...

It's a baby blanket.

My mother, Lilith...

Let's just say she wasn't
mom of the year.

I was trying to think
of something to give your baby,

something I would've wanted
when I was small.

Took me a while to figure out
what that was, but...

I guess this is it.

Look.

I know I'm not "Mom"
or "Partner" or whatever,

- but I...
- No.

No, you're not.

Come here.

You're Auntie Maze,

and you will always

be a member of this family.

What is it with you?

Gonna make me
kill somebody else?

Well, how many is it, then?

I mean, I know
about Gary and Joan,

but what about the women
you've been trafficking?

How many of their lives
have you taken?

How many have you destroyed

in service of your greed?

Those girls came from nothing.

Starving in their villages.

Sold by their relatives,

or-or stupid enough
to believe

that people are just
handing out fresh new lives

here in America.

They were broken dolls before
they ever got on those ships.

Wh... Wh-What are you?

I've been wondering
how to punish you, Julian,

and now I know.

What?

♪ In the dark of the day... ♪

♪ Broken silence... ♪

You asked what I am.

♪ Floating... ♪

I'm the Devil.

Yes.

This feels just right.

♪ Bring on the flood ♪