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Lucifer. What's going on?

You've been avoiding me, Dr. Arn,
so I had to force a meeting.

Yeah, sorry about that.

- Work has been so crazy...
- Don't care.

I granted you a favor. Now you
owe me one. It's time to pay up.

I need a medical consultation.

If I was to tell you I had
a mole or two on my back...

perhaps you could reshape them,
maybe... zhuzh them up a bit?

I'd have to see them first.

Not possible, I'm afraid, but...

I have visual aids.

Wait, you have moles
that large on your back?

You need to get them checked
out, have them removed.

But I tried removing them in the past,

but the stubborn buggers
always seem to grow back.

I just need you to
dress them up a smidge.

Maybe you could...

attach some white
feathers or tattoo them.

Something cheery, flowers, maybe.

Tattoo your moles?

I was thinking maybe I could get
you a discount on some botox, but...

I don't need botox, doctor!

What I need is for you to fix
them, because they are disgusting!

Please don't hurt me.

Lucifer, what's going on?

God, I really need to put a lock

on that elevator.

Useless, doctor. Get out of my sight.

- Lucy, what were you doing to him?
- Nothing.

Huh?

What happened there, brother?
Hit another bridge whilst flying?

That happened one time, Lucy.

And no, I got into a fight with Remy.

Remy was here?

Oh. How is your little clone?

Angry.

She wanted to take Linda's baby,

my child, back to the
Silver City with her.

The argument escalated.

Of course, I was victorious and now
the child will be raised here on Earth,

which is actually why I'm here.

I have a favor to ask you.

Oh.

Apparently, there's a
tradition here on Earth

to ask someone to be a back-up parent

in case something happens
to the child's real parents.

Oh.

Are you seriously asking me,

evil incarnate, to be
the child's godfather?

Ha!

The irony.

Well, Lucy, this birth is imminent.

And I still don't know
how to be a father.

How am I supposed to prepare?

Well, I would have thought
it patently obvious by now.

I'm the last person to
come to for fatherly advice.

But if you really want to know
how humans raise their children,

maybe you should, I
don't know, ask them.

That's actually not bad advice.

And as for being the child's
godfather, trust me, brother,

the biggest favor I can
do you and the child

is to stay as far away as possible.

Hey, Ella.

Oh, hey, Dan.

So what's up?

Nothing. Crime scene stuff.

Yeah.

Cool.

So, about the other...

Yeah, I wanted to...

- Me too.
- It was...

- Totally...
- But, you know...

- Working together.
- Crossing lines.

Bodies crossing.

Yeah.

Maybe we shouldn't.

No, we shouldn't.

- Cool.
- Cool.

I'm so glad we could talk
about this like adults.

- Yeah, okay.
- Cool.

Oh, sorry. I'm just...

Okay.

When the devil walks the earth

and finds his first love...

evil shall be released.

Everything alright, detective? Did
I do something wrong, per usual?

Perhaps I should check myself
into detention whilst I'm here.

Permanently.

No. Everything's fine.

Hey, guys.

Oh, hey, Lucifer.

Hey, Dan's ex-wife. Ex-wife.

I mean... I mean Chloe.

So what do we have?

- This is Sandra Baez...
- The victim is... Yeah.

She was 32 years old...
and a history teacher.

Whatever's happening here is
undoubtedly somehow my fault.

- Er...
- Maybe you... I'm sorry.

Nothing. We're all good.

- We're totally cool.
- All good.

In fact, the janitor, he's
the guy who found the body...

claims that Miss Baez, every
morning, jogs the track,

showers and then she heads to class.

And apparently someone ambushed
her as she was getting dressed.

And do we have a cause of death?

Cause of death is a blunt
force trauma to the head.

It turns out that Miss
Baez was a faculty adviser.

- Yeah, she was.
- To YEA.

Uh, YEA is Youth Academy
of American Entrepreneurs.

The club met last night,

so probably the last
people to see her alive.

Right, thank you.

Lucifer.

Can I talk to you?

Right now.

Sure.

Okay, well...

I need to tell you something.

I'm all ears. Or horns, rather.

I went to see Father Kinley.

Oh. Did you now?

Conjuring up more ways to
send me back to hell, are we?

No. No.

Father Kinley had been asking to
see me, so I finally went and...

he told me about...

a prophecy.

Right.

What is it this time? Are frogs about
to start falling from the sky or...

perhaps winter is coming.

All of this celestial
stuff, it is new to me.

I don't know what is good and bad,

what is real and fake.

But what he said...

It scared me.

Well, come on then,
detective. What did he say?

He said,

"When the devil walks the earth
and finds his first love...

evil shall be released."

Well, this is wonderful news.

- It sounds kind of bad.
- Oh, it's bad. It's bad, but...

it explains why I'm changing.

Wait up...

listen, if this prophecy
were to actually come true...

What then? Would there
be demons running around?

Nothing of the sort.

But let's not get
bogged down in specifics,

because none of that will matter if
I can stop the prophecy altogether.

- How?
- Well, clearly the first part,

when the devil walks
the earth, has happened,

because hello, here is
me, walking the earth.

- Yeah.
- And since Eve was my first girlfriend,

then she's...

- Your first love.
- Exactly.

So to stop evil being released, all
I need to do is, drum roll, please...

Break up with Eve!

So there you have it.

I mean, usually these prophecies
turn out to be gobbledegook, but...

this one seems legit.

So...

Wow.

I had a feeling...

or maybe I just knew all along.

- Knew what?
- That you love me!

Right. And how exactly
did you end up there?

The prophecy, silly.

I mean, if you believe
it to be true then,

"When the devil walks the earth

and meets his first love," means
you consider me to be your...

first love.

Ergo!

- You love me.
- Mm...

Oh, my God! I can't
believe you said it first.

I've been dying to say it for so long.

Have you?

Interesting you should focus
on that part of the prophecy,

when evil being
released really is the...

the relevant part.

And much as I hate to say this,

I think it means that we need to...

you know...

break up.

No.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

Lucifer, I know what you're doing.

- Do you?
- Yes.

You're scared. Because
you've been hurt before.

You don't have to worry, okay?

I promise you that I
will never, ever, ever...

give up on you.

You know why?

Surprise me.

Because I love you too.

Ah...

Boop!

Shit.

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Thanks for speaking with us, Miss Shaw.

Please, call me Lexy.

Anything to help find
the person who did this.

We're speaking to
everybody in the YEA club,

because you all were the last
to see Miss Baez last night.

Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary with her?

No. She was her normal, cheery self.

Miss Baez was awesome.
She did so much for me.

She was also the SAT prep administrator,

so helped me get into my first choice.

It was Harvard.

- Oh.
- She's also just so good at giving advice

on anything.

School, parents, relationships.

Relationships?

What advice would Miss Baez give
to, say, a student in a relationship

who, I don't know, needed
to break up with someone?

Oh, well, I wouldn't know. My
boyfriend and I are super-solid.

We'll probably get married.

After we both finish
college. At Harvard.

Right.

Do you know of anyone who
may want to hurt Miss Baez?

Not really. Well, unless...

Have you spoken to Caleb Mayfield?

No. Why?

Miss Baez was particularly talented
at giving advice to the more...

troubled students.

Ah.

Nah, I didn't really
know Miss Baez that well.

To be honest, I was thinking
about quitting YEA altogether.

You were going to break
up with the entire club.

How does one specifically
say nay to YEA?

Could we just stay focused, Lucifer?

Lucifer? As in the club
owner who grants favors?

You've heard of the favors?

Some people I hang around with,
they may have mentioned it.

Well, granting favors is much
lower on my resume these days

than releasing death and
destruction upon the world.

So you didn't spend
much time with Miss Baez?

Not really.

Did you guys talk to Nate
Benedict? He was fighting with her.

Mm.

We had, you know, words.

What were you fighting about?

I was pissed because she
was sleeping with my dad.

Miss Baez was having an
affair with your father?

My parents are separated, and they
totally could have fixed things,

but Miss Baez was standing in the
way, so hells yeah, I was angry.

- I see.
- But not enough so I'd kill her.

And where were you yesterday morning?

At my girlfriend Lexy's place.

My dad said he had things
he needed to take care of,

He needed me out all night.

We'll have to speak with your
dad to confirm your story.

And his. Thank you.

Oh...

Your parents' marriage failed.

What exactly was the final nail in
the coffin of their relationship?

Weirdly enough, things got really bad

after they went to couple's therapy.

Therapy.

Of course.

Excuse me. Do you have any children?

Why? Did Ramona send you?

Hey, man, I'm all paid
up on my child support.

Excuse me. Do you have a good
relationship with your father?

I love all my daddies.

Right.

Excuse me!

Do you have a good
relationship with your father?

I'm dancing half naked
in a nightclub for money.

What do you think?

Hey...

do you know where I could
find Lucifer Morningstar?

He's not here right now.

- Damn.
- What do you need from Lucifer?

Just...

- a favor. Thanks.
- Whoa, hold up.

Maybe I can help. I'm
Amenadiel, Lucifer's brother.

- For real?
- As God is my witness.

I'm Caleb.

So what's the problem, Caleb?

This.

Xanax and Adderall.

- Where did you get all these drugs from?
- A dealer.

His name's Tahir.

He asked me to sell it
at school. I did once.

I'm just trying not to do it no more.

Problem is, he said if I
don't, he'll mess me up bad.

I was hoping maybe Lucifer
could buy them off me.

Just take them off my hands. Could you?

Listen, even if I did, that
wouldn't solve your problem.

It sounds like this Tahir would
just, you know, make you sell more.

What am I supposed to do?

I just want out.

Hey, Ella, you wanted to see me?

Yes, Sandra Baez's autopsy
report just came in.

Great. I'll go and get Dan
and we can go over it together.

No! Don't. I'll just tell you what
it says and then you can tell Dan.

Because, you know, you
probably see him all the time,

like when you're handing off Trixie,

the child you made together
when you were married together.

Okay.

So... what does it say?

Contusions.

Two of them on the victim's skull.

Unusually shaped, so it appears that
the murder weapon is a golf club.

A driver, to be exact.

Got it. I'll tell Dan that we need a
search warrant for the golf lockers.

Good.

Forensics.

Yeah, I worked the Tiernan case.

I'm sorry, where did you
say you were calling from?

So how do you like being a prison guard?

Boring. Unless you get to mix it
up, you know, fight with an inmate.

How's bounty hunting?

Look, I'm going to get to the point.

Usually I go straight for the sex,

but my friend thinks I'm
too invested in her baby...

thinks I need to find a
connection of my own, so...

I'm looking for someone
I can do that with.

Whatever. I'm in.

You're too clingy. This
is never going to work.

I recently learned, doctor,

that counseling is a good way to
help relationships grow, evolve

and then reach their final destination.

Yes, it can be.

In the right circumstance.

Linda, I'm so happy to finally meet you.

And being here in this room...

Woo! It's kind of like
being inside Lucifer's mind.

Scary thought.

Ha-ha!

Yes, well, I'm very happy
to meet you too, Eve.

Wow. You're the first woman ever.

It's like meeting a dinosaur.

Not that you look old.

I mean, it's like you're my great-great,

great-great...

whatever.

Ah! Never mind.

What can I do for you guys?

I think, if you looked up "perfect
relationship" in the dictionary,

you might just see a
photo of myself and Eve.

Mm!

But complacency is the enemy of
excellence, so I thought it wise

to get your expert perspective
on our wonderful kinship.

I'm guessing this
isn't going to end well.

Please, tell me about this
wonderful relationship of yours.

Well, I'd say that we are impulsive.

I mean, we often text whilst driving.

We moved in together after one day.

Also we consume an unfathomable
amount of drugs and alcohol

and regularly invite
strangers into our bedroom.

It's true.

Did I mention that Eve has just come
out of a long-term relationship?

So, what say you, doctor?

Hm. Yes, well...

while you claim to be happy,

I'm sensing a hidden trepidation

by the words that you're using
to describe your relationship.

In fact, I'm concerned

that you're returning to
a familiar pattern of...

Denial.

That's exactly what I was going to say.

Don't you just hate it

when he takes the exact wrong message

from every single conversation?

Oh, my God!

Every single time!

- Right. Why don't we get back on track?
- How have we not met?

- I don't know!
- Right, there's a prophecy.

Now he's just deflecting.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

You know, Lucifer has a tendency to

project his issues onto external sources

when what he really needs to do

- is face his issues head on.
- Head on.

Finally!

You sure you know what you're doing?

Caleb, I'm the Silver
City's greatest warrior.

There's no need to worry. Ha!

Tell me something.

How did you get involved in
this business in the first place?

I met Tahir and his boys at a club.

He seemed cool, so I
start hanging with them.

Then one day, Tahir offered me
a way to make some extra cash.

Why didn't you just say no?

Tahir's not really the
kind of guy you say no to.

I'm pretty sure I can
reason with this Tahir...

convince him to let you off the hook.

And then maybe, after...

we can go and get some
ice cream together.

Ha! My man, Caleb.

What's good, man?

Oh, you need bodyguards now?

What's wrong? The white kids at school

loving them beans a little bit too much?

Actually, Caleb won't be
selling them beans anymore.

You see, he no longer wishes to be a

part of your illegal drug operation.

- Oh...
- Excuse me.

Caleb is out.

His obligation is done.

This dude right here means business.

But it don't work like that.

You see, I've got expenses,
and he needs to pay me out,

one way or another.

Alright, fine. I'll be the one to
come back and pay for those drugs.

Uh-oh, hold on, man.

The honor code's broken right now.

You'll have to leave me
some kind of collateral.

- What about the kid?
- That's never going to happen, Tahir.

What about that bling around your neck?

This bling is a gift from my
father, Tahir. It's priceless.

That's good.

That means you'll be highly
motivated to come back with my money.

I will be coming back for that.

Know this, Caleb.

If anything blow back on
me, I blow back on y'all.

You feel me?

I can't believe she's gone.

Miss Baez was a great mentor to Nate.

Nate said that you asked him to
be out of the house last night.

- What was it you needed to take care of?
- Work stuff.

Work stuff?

Like murdering a beloved teacher?

You think I killed her? That's insane.

Is it?

You were sleeping with her.

Yes, we were having an affair, but
that's over. Broke off last week.

You didn't have to kill her
to break up with her, did you?

Of course not!

- Oh.
- It was mutual. In fact, I already...

started seeing somebody else.

So you were having an
affair on your affair?

Not exactly. I started seeing my
ex, Emma. We had gone to counseling.

It was rough at first, but ultimately
it helped bring us back together.

Now you tell me!

Last night I was with Emma.

We didn't want to tell Nate, we
didn't want to mess with his head.

He had taken our break-up really
hard, but he's doing so great lately.

He's seeing Lexy, great girl.

Crushed his SATs, he got into Harvard.

We didn't want to rattle him until...

we knew it was permanent.

I'll need your ex-wife's information.

Er... why did you and your wife
break up in the first place?

I suppose I was the
cliché bad husband.

Infidelity, selfishness, neglect.

In hindsight, I gave Emma no
option but to break up with me.

Cliché bad husband, I see.

You're going to get it!

Er, babe?

I thought we had plans.

Nah, sorry...

right, Lynn, you're up next!

Move! Move! Ah! Aha!

Yes! Yes!

Suck it! Suck it!

Yes! That's what I'm talking about.

In your face! Ah!

Yes!

Detective. How can I help?

We know who the killer is.
Meet me at the precinct.

Right.

Erm... Eve!

I have to go.

Hey, are you sure you
can't stay a little longer?

We have queso!

It's work.

Yo, did you see the look on their face

when you busted up homeboy's hand?

I told you I've got skills, young buck.

Not bad. I'll never doubt you again.

See, I knew that you were smart.

Which does make me wonder, Caleb,

why would you even want to
be friends with those guys?

I mean, you must have lots
of friends back at school.

Yeah, but I don't really fit
in with the rich, white crowd.

Tahir and his boys, they look like me.

They let me be me.

I mean, if I knew what they
was into in the beginning,

maybe I would have found
a new crew to hang with.

It's just kind of hard
finding your own kind.

Your own people, you know?

I've got a question for you.

Why are you even helping me?

I, erm...

I have a son on the way.

Yeah.

And I've been worried if I'm
going to be a good father.

So, what? I'm like a test run for you?

I was just playing, man.

I'm cool with it.

Are you Caleb Mayfield?

- I said are you Caleb Mayfield?
- Yes, this is Caleb, officer.

- What's the problem?
- We've got a warrant out for his arrest.

- He's wanted for murder.
- Murder?

No. No, that can't be right.

Down on the ground, hands on your head.

Listen, punk, I said
down on the ground,

hands on your head.

You're hurting him!

- Sir, stop right there, put your hands up.
- Put my hands, wh...

Why are you pointing your gun at me?

I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

Put your hands on your head now!

Look, you guys are making
a big mistake here, alright?

Now I have friends in the
LAPD. Just let me call them.

- No, no, please just do what they say!
- You're hurting him!

- Put your hands on your head!
- Get off of him!

I'll tell you one last time,
asshole. Put your hands up!

- I'm not putting my hands above my head!
- Don't make me shoot you.

I don't want to shoot you!

Stand down! He's my
friend! He's a friend.

Are you okay?

A golf club...

with Caleb's prints and the victim's
blood was found in his locker.

Caleb was known to sell drugs,

so the working theory is
that Miss Baez found out,

threatened to turn him
in, so he killed her.

No, Dan.

Caleb is not a killer.

Okay. But the kid looks guilty.

What exactly does "looks
guilty" even mean, Dan?

Are you talking about
the color of his skin?

He's guilty given all the...

evidence against him,
man. Come on, how dare you?

Are you okay?

I know it's not fun to have guns...

pointed at you.

Why wouldn't those
officers listen to me?

I tried to talk to them,
reason with them, but they...

They wouldn't listen.

It's like they'd already
made up their minds.

Those two cowboy hotheads
are way out of line

I'm filing an excessive
force complaint against them

as soon as all this is over.

And what changes will come...

as a result of your complaint?

Probably nothing.

Hey, Dan...

can I talk to you for a second?

Okay.

I'm not really sure
how to say this, but...

Hold on a second.

I thought that we were
on the same page about us.

This is about the Tiernan case.

Right. I'm sorry. What about it?

To close the case, due
diligence interviews were done

by the detective pool.

Someone told them that
it might've been a cop...

who came to Jacob Tiernan

and told him that it was Lucifer
himself who broke his son's back.

It's an outrageous claim.

I know! But what if it's true?

Someone might have it out for Lucifer.

I guess it's possible.

I could narrow down
which cop it could be

by tracking the department cars,
but I don't know what to do,

whether to tell Chloe or not...

Whoa, Dan!

What are you doing?

I'm flattered, but I just...

You're right, we need to
be on the same page here,

which is that this is no bueno.

I got caught up in the moment.

It won't happen again.

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

And the Tiernan thing, sounds like
it's way out of left field to me.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Er...

Okay. Anyway, er...

Later.

Later.

So listen, I talked to your parents.

They're flying back from vacation.

We're going to get you a good lawyer,

clear your name and
you'll be out of here soon.

Let me ask you something.
What makes you sure

- I didn't kill that teacher?
- I know you wouldn't.

You figured all that out by
knowing me for one whole day?

Yes. I know you wouldn't
murder anyone, Caleb.

But that doesn't matter. So
who cares if you believe me?

The cops don't.

But you're innocent.

The truth will come out and they'll
have no choice but to set you free...

What kind of bullshit, fantasy
world do you be living in, man?

I mean, look what happened to you.

You didn't even do anything
and you almost got shot.

The only truth that matters is theirs.

And to them, I am a black
kid who is selling drugs,

whose fingerprints were
found on the murder weapon.

My life is over.

Just go. Stop wasting your time on me.

I'm not leaving you, Caleb.

Now, there are good people out there
who can find out the real truth,

but they're gonna need your help.

And I'm not asking you to have
faith in them. Have faith in me.

Okay?

This is an interesting pair-up, huh?

Loved your profile.

And all those stories you made
up about murderous exploits...

Wow!

Ah. Consider me turned on.

But...

I don't see this working out.

I mean, we're both clearly Alphas.

We'd just wind up butting
heads and locking horns.

I just don't see a future together.

But have a lovely evening
and good luck, milady.

Mm-hm.

Argh!

Oh, hey, Maze.

Have you seen Lucifer?

No.

Are you okay?

That was my 21st bad date.

And my 22nd is about
to arrive any minute.

Damn.

Talk about stamina.

I know this must sound crazy...

but I'm starting to think that maybe...

I'm the problem.

That is crazy.

You're awesome.

What are you doing on these dates?

Normal stuff.

Okay.

Well, why don't we...

figure this out. Let's practice on me.

We can pretend to be on a date and then

try to figure out what's going wrong.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll start.

Hi. I'm Eve.

Hey. I'm Maze.

Nice to meet you.

Want to have sex?

Good.

There's nothing wrong with
having sex on a first date.

But, you know, maybe just wait a
few sentences before you go there.

Okay, tell me about yourself.

Well, I like sex.

Good.

And?

It's just hard to open up about my life.

- I am a demon after all.
- What's wrong with that?

Anybody worth dating should
understand everything that makes you...

you.

Anyway, don't you have
another hot date coming?

Looks like he's a no-show.

Why don't we keep going?

You know, this is really helping.

Yeah.

So how are things going with Eve?

Not good.

I tried being a super bad
boyfriend so she'd break up with me,

but it failed spectacularly.

Of course it failed, Lucifer,
because that's not who you are.

How do you know who I am?

Caleb Mayfield is innocent, Chloe,

you really need to look into it.

Did he say something to you?

Yes! That he's being set up.

Did he say by who? Because I've been
looking at it as well and I agree,

something doesn't add
up. It's just too easy.

Whoever framed him must have known

that he would make a really good target.

- You mean they knew he sold drugs?
- Yes.

I had Caleb write down a list
of all the kids that he sold to.

Here's a list of everyone who
had access to the golf closet.

If one of these kids
is on Caleb's list too,

then that person would have means
and opportunity to set him up.

So let's see.

No. None of the names match.

Aren't those two dating?

Lexy Shaw and Nate Benedict.
And they're each other's alibi.

I'm sorry I didn't come forward sooner.

I was afraid.

Maybe I didn't want to accept it.

That he could do something like this.

So Nate killed Miss Baez?

I love him.

But he can get so angry sometimes,

- it's scary.
- Mm-hm.

And Nate was devastated
when his parents split up.

I think he blamed it on Miss Baez.

I just never thought he'd go this far.

Lexy, let's take a break, alright?
And I'll go grab you some tissues.

She's lying.

Then tell them the truth, Nate. Now.

It's all because of stupid Harvard.

Lexy had to get in. She
insisted that I go too.

And she got us a ton of Adderall
so we could study harder.

My grades went up and then the SAT came

and Miss Baez was the
test administrator.

You stole the test.

We knew she had a copy in her office.

I didn't want to do it and she made me.

And then Miss Baez found out.

That's why you were fighting
after the YEA meeting?

She told me that if I didn't come clean,

she was calling my
dad and then the cops.

And when I told Lexy, she... freaked.

Said, "I have worked too
hard to get into Harvard

and I'm not letting Miss Baez ruin it,"

and she made me steal Caleb's club...

You? You killed her?

No! I couldn't do it,
but Lexy... Lexy did.

And I'm just as bad because...

Because I covered it all up and I lied

about Caleb. He didn't do anything.

Why should we believe you, Nate?

- I'm telling the truth and I can prove it.
- How?

Lexy's bloody clothes...

I was supposed to get
rid of them and I didn't.

I didn't even care about Harvard.

Lexy just wanted me
to be someone I'm not

and I should have stood up to
her before anybody got hurt.

I'm so sorry.

So you're free to go.

You got your necklace back.

Yeah, I paid off Tahir, so...

you don't have to
worry about him anymore.

Looks like I owe you a favor now.

How can I get you back?

Know something? I've
been thinking about that

and I will accept nothing less

than a game of one-on-one tomorrow.

As long as we can get
ice cream afterwards.

By the way...

- you got nothing to worry about.
- About what?

Being a dad.

You gonna to crush it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

And he got all upset with me because
I laughed at the end of the movie.

I thought it was a comedy.

Have you seen it?

Marley And Me?

No.

But maybe we can watch it together.

Yeah, that would be nice.

Ah.

Anyway, enough about
my bad dating stories.

Don't you have any?

Bad dating stories?

Er, no. I was married for,
like, thousands of years.

And then, on my second
try, I found the one.

Yeah, but how did you know
that Lucifer was the one?

With Adam, I guess I felt like
I was always trying to be...

someone that I wasn't.

And then, with Lucifer...

I feel like I can just
be myself, you know?

At least I did.

Lately, I feel like he's...

kind of pulling away from me.

That's just Lucifer. He can be a
self-sabotaging jackass sometimes.

But he will come around.

He'd be a fool not to.
You're way too awesome.

Want another drink?

- You need another drink?
- Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Yo, Mazy-Maze.

What's going on?

We're having a drink, bro.

Yeah, 'cause it kind of looks to me...

like you're making the
moves on Lucifer's girl.

Well, it kind of looks
to me like you're wasted.

Don't sweat it.

I'm not going to say anything,
because you and me, we're the same.

You should've seen how
I played Ella today.

And assholes like us...

we've got to stick together.

I am not interested in Eve, Dan.

We're just talking.
You know, hanging out.

That's great. That's cool.

Because that means
that you won't care...

if I take a shot.

Back off.

Whoa, so I struck a nerve after all.

I'm going to do you a solid, okay?

I'm going to go tell Eve
exactly how you feel about her.

Come on, Maze.

Is that all you've got?

Come on, give it to me!

Come on.

You want me to hurt you?

You're trying to punish yourself.

Get him out of here.

Eve?

We...

we need to talk.

I've been thinking...

Actually, I have something
I want to say first.

Go on.

Tonight, a friend
helped me realize that...

I'm great.

No. You know what?

I'm awesome.

And...

I deserve to be treated well.

You're right.

And you are...

so much more than awesome, Eve.

You have a light inside of
you that brightens the world

and a smile so infectious

that it captures the heart of
anyone lucky enough to see it.

And...

I'm sorry for the way that
I've treated you lately.

You don't deserve that.

- That's all I wanted to hear...
- Which is why...

I should have just
said this straight away.

I want to break up with you.

I don't...

understand.

I've been trying so hard to...

please you.

I've made friends with all your friends.

You see that's just it.

You shouldn't have to change for anyone.

And neither should I.

Eve, I have been trying so
hard to make you happy too,

trying to be someone I'm not.

Or at least...

someone I don't want to be anymore.

And you deserve to be with
someone that wants what you want.

I want to be with you.

And I don't like who I am with you!

I don't.

Sorry.

I have to take this. It's work.

Detective, how can I help you?

No, I don't know where
Amenadiel is. Why?

Amenadiel...

I promise you, we will
find whoever did this.

I know who did this.

I'll drive.

What's the damage, big man?

- Caleb.
- I warned that boy not to do that, man.

They've lost themselves.

Earth is...

no place to raise my son.

How's Amenadiel doing?

You know...

tormented.

And how are you doing?

I broke up with Eve.

Well, you know, I'm sure,

if it's what you wanted,
then it's all for the best.

It is what I wanted.

She was in love with
the person I used to be.

I understand.

You've changed.

You've become a better man, Lucifer.

You see, that's just it, detective.

Eve sees me in a different way.

Mm.

But so do you.

That's what makes you so...

So special.

The fact you see me that way.

But I don't like...

how that makes me feel either.

This is all his fault.

What is?

Every bad thing that's ever happened.

With Eve,

with the detective.

Dear old Dad's back up to his
old tricks, manipulating me.

Using these two women to...

tear me apart.

Do you really believe that?

With every fiber of my being,
but I also know it's a lie.

A grand deception I've
been telling myself for...

since before I can remember.

Why do you think you've been
lying to yourself all this time?

Because the truth is
so much harder to face.

What is the truth?

My devil face.

My...

devil wings, everything
that's happening to me,

it's my own bloody fault.

I brought this upon myself.
How's about that for starters?

Don't you see? This is progress.

Genuine progress.

Unraveling these patterns of denial

is the first step toward
resolving these issues.

No, doctor, this isn't progress.

Because if I'm doing this to
myself, then the real truth is...

Is what?

Is what?

Come on, Lucifer.

This will weigh on you
unless you face it head on.

The real truth is what?

There is something rotten inside of me.

I find it near impossible

to drown out the constant cacophony
of voices whispering in my ear,

telling me I am evil.

I'm drowning, doctor!

And I can't stop asking myself...

why do I hate myself so much?

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