All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E01.BDRip.x264

- Previously on Lucifer...
- So, you are the devil,

and you've left hell behind

to take a vacation
in Los Angeles.

Well, where else would I go?

I got it. I got it. The name.

The whole Lucifer thing.

And desire's, like,
your superpower.

Mm, it's more like
a gift from god, really.

My god. Your dad
did that to you?

No, that's where
I cut my wings off.

Lucifer:
Mum's powers are returning,

and it won't be long
before we can't contain them.

I'm afraid that this ends now.

Bloody hell, it worked!

- Who are you?
- I should never have

got you involved in any
of this from the start.

I just realized something
that I need to do.

Detective,

I'm coming over now

to tell you the truth about me.

N n

j'j' mm, mm m

n the devil you know, the devil
you know, the devil you don't j'j'

j'j' 'cause it's better to know if

n the devil you know
than the devil you don't j'j'

j'j' 'cause wherever you go,
wherever you go if

j'j' with the devil you know
you're never alone if

j'j' but it's better to know
the devil you know j'j'

j'j' than the devil you don't,
yeah, ay j'j'

j'j' ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh j'j'

j'j' ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh j'j'

j'j' ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh j'j'

n the devil you know n
n ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... j'j'

Are you blind?

The day I've had, I tell you.

Right. I'd like a ride
to Los Angeles, please.

I... oh.

Dearie me.

At least I'm healing fast.

Do you have any aloe Vera?

I ain't going back to la.

What...

Hold on, you're not a real
armored truck driver, are you?

Wait.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh, yes, yes.

You're that jewelry thief,

the one who left in nothing
but his manties.

You!

You got me put in jail!

Uh, well, I think
that one's on you, sir.

- I wasn't the one with the gun and the ski mask.
- I'm not gonna

let you screw this up
for me again.

It's time for you to go.

Well, you are a tenacious one,

I'll give you that.

Respect

you one crazy-ass bitch.

Now, get out of the truck.

Now.

Look...

I know you don't want
to shoot me, Mr...

What's your name?

- Said out, bitch.
- Mr. Said out bitch, tell me,

what is it you really desire?

I just want
to get out of here, man.

Right, freedom, of course.

That hasn't changed.

Well, then we might
be able to help each other.

Officer:
Suspect heading towards us.

Prepare the blockade.

Officer: I can't see through.

- Officer 2: Eyes on.
- Officer 3: Easy, easy.

Officer: Don't move!

Hello, there.

Hands in the air!

That won't be necessary.

I'm Lucifer morningstar,

consultant for the LAPD.

I've apprehended
this stolen vehicle

and all of its contents.

- You're welcome.
- Hands up!

- Down on the ground!
- Well, I'd really rather not.

I've just got into
some clean clothes.

Partner name and badge number!

Oh, for goodness' sake.
Detective Decker.

I'm afraid I don't know
her badge number.

- Detective Decker.
- But I'd say with certainty

she's a 34-8, if that helps.

Hot as hell out here, isn't it?

Well, close, anyway.

- Checks out.
- Well, of course

it does... I'm never wrong
when it comes to cup size.

Okay.

- Hold on! What'd you do with the real thief?
- Well, unfortunately,

he got away.

But not to worry.

I don't think
he'll be bothering you

for a very, very long time.

N the devil you know, the devil
you know, the devil you don't j'j'

j'j' 'cause it's better to know
the devil you know if

j'j' than the devil you don't j'j'

j'j' 'cause wherever you go,
wherever you go if

j'j' with the devil you know
you're never alone if

j'j' but it's better to know
the devil you know j'j'

j'j' than the devil you don't. If

Ah. Good.

You're here.

Well, I wasn't sure what
you fancied, so I ordered

a little of everything.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Lucifer, what is all of this?

This is your new
wellness regime.

I thought since
I was responsible

for your current state, the
least I could do is heal you.

And yes, Benjamin is part
of the package.

He'll be back after dark.

Oh, well, don't worry,
he'll be gentle.

Mm.

What? I just want
to take care of you.

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes. Out with it.

What's going on?

Talk about insult to injury.

I-I-I didn't know
that they could grow back.

Are wings

like... body hair?

No. Don't be so ridiculous.

This is dad's latest stunt.

A celestial spanking,
if you will.

I suppose that's what I get for
giving mum her own universe.

Holy crap!

Exactly.

Mm. But it's no biggie.

I cut them off once,
and I can cut them off again.

Now, I'd have maze do it,
but she's off

bounty hunting again, and...

Well, I thought, what,
with your medical expertise

- and training...
- Even if! Was

that kind of doctor,
I'm pretty sure

- they're not teaching wing-ectomies in med school.
- No, no, no,

it's quite simple... it's just
snip, snip, and Bob's your uncle.

Well, god's your father,
Lucifer.

And things are never
simple with him.

You don't know why for sure
your wings have returned.

They've returned

because dad is a control freak.

He's pissed off
that he can't get mum back,

so he stuck my wings back on.

But I am not
his Mr. Potato head.

And don't worry, I fully plan
to track down dad's emissary

on earth, and give him
a return message. But for now...

Emissary? You think god sent
someone to do this to you?

Never mind all that.

Right now I need you to help me.

So come on, chop-chop.

No.

As your therapist, I'm sorry,

but I can't do this.

- Well, as a friend, then.
- Yes, as a friend

who got caught in the
crossfire, I beg you, please,

think this through
before you do something rash.

I almost died
because of your family drama.

Right.

But you can definitely
text me Ben's number, though.

Okay.

Oh, gosh, it's hard enough
just to scratch your own back.

Right, it's okay, it's okay, you
can call off the search party.

I'm unharmed.

Sup, wimp?

Detective, detective,
I am so sorry.

You must have been
so worried in my absence.

Your absence? I saw
you two days ago.

I thought you were just avoiding
meeting the new lieutenant.

New who? Never mind,
I don't care.

We've got something much more
important we need to discuss.

Oh, is this about
the message you left?

Message? Oh, right.

Uh, well, we will talk
about that later,

but right now we need
to figure out who kidnapped me.

Kidnapped you?

Okay, I'll play.
Who kidnapped you?

I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

I don't know.

L-L-Look,

I'm fairly certain that
my father's behind it.

Your father kidnapped you?

Well, no, not him personally.

God never gets his own
hands dirty, does he?

Uh-huh.

You don't believe me.

Uh-huh. Sorry.

- This is just a little far-fetched, even for you.
- Right.

- Okay, fine.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll take you to the
scene of the crime.

Come on. Come on!

J'j' shuffle, no stopping j'j'

n I dare you to knock me out if

j'j' knock me out. If

Lucifer: Yes, I'm sure.

It's just... past this shrub.

Well, I don't see anything.

What? I...

Ah! Ha-ha! Footprints.

Those are mine.

Oh. Well...

Well, then the wind
must have blown

the crime scene bare, detective,

because I am not lying.

Someone kidnapped me.
I was outside the hospital,

leaving you a message,
and someone stashed me...

So this was about that message.

Look, luchen

if you regret what you said,
if this kidnapping tale

is some elaborate distraction,
you can just stop.

All right? You don't need
to tell me anything.

- I'm no stranger to the drunken dial.
- Yes, I have been known

to avoid the issue at times,
but that is not the case here.

Detective, I swear, this is
the scene of a despicable crime.

What?

I believe you.

N n

Ella: Soaked in sweat,
parched and starving,

he scraped, clawed his way
towards the light,

but, ironically,

the only thing stronger
than his desperate desire

to live was...

The sun... its relentless heat

literally cooking him,
until one last...

Breath...

And he's gone.

Tragic. But, now, can we
please get on with it?

Whoever killed this
dehydrated sap

is clearly responsible
for my devil-napping.

I mean, the location's
far too coincidental.

Who is he, and what does he

- have to do with me?
- Chloe: Steve banales.

Owner and ceo
of angelette hotel.

Steve banales. That's strange.

Never heard of him.

You'd think we'd have
some kind of connection.

I suppose we'll get more answers
once we find our assailant.

Hey, Jerry. I think
I found some footprints.

What? No, those are mine.

Amateurs.

How did we get stuck with
the "b" team, anyway?

Lucifer, this is Lancaster pd.

The crime scene is
on the la. Border,

so they're here helping.

I mean, I think
they're doing a great job.

Geez. These Lancaster guys
are a bunch of tools.

0h.

Dan: Speaking of
tools, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, hey, detective? Detective?

- So, what'd you find?
- Looks like a key chain.

Hey, guys, look at this.

Finally. A clue.

An llall?

- Right. Off we go, Ms. Lopez.
- Oh, uh,

hold up, bud. I need to do
one more lap of the scene.

Want to make sure we
didn't miss anything.

I mean, not that I
don't trust Lancaster.

I just don't want to
disappoint our new lieutenant.

Oh, my gosh, you
guys, did I tell you

that I saw lieutenant Pierce
speak at a conference last year?

"The red tape
beyond the yellow tape."

Riveting.

- Sounds it.
- Chloe: Yeah, you told us.

Yup, you did.

Anyway, big fan.

The guy is a serious rock star.

I can't believe he
transferred here.

We are so lucky.

And I hear he's a total
sweetie pants to boot.

Ii this is our first glance
at the molecular shakedown j'j'

j'j' once you put up your hands j'j'

h we throw all
of our weight around... j'j'

I'm lieutenant Marcus Pierce.

N I know you were made for me j'j'

j'j' yes, you were made for me... if

all right, back to it.

Uh, detective Daniel espinoza.

Heard a lot about you,
lieutenant,

and I'm really excited
to work with you.

I wish I could say the same.

Aren't you that corrupt cop
that got off easy?

Excuse me?

No. Excuse me.

You must be Lucifer.

Morningstar. Pleasure.

There was an investigation
last year.

We interviewed... what was it...
92 of your sexual partners?

I think I'll refrain
from physical contact

if you don't mind.

You don't seem reckless.

- Narcissistic, hedonistic... that I see.
- Well, thank you very much.

Not a compliment. Your file
is as long as my Johnson.

Oh. Quick read then?

- Hardly.
- Well, I, for one,

don't need a file to ascertain

you haven't even had a snog
in ages, have you?

Accurate.

Okay!

Hi. I am detective Decker.

Lucifer's partner. I know.

Actually, he's mine.

Uh, uh, consultant, to be exact.

- That's what I said.
- But, uh...

Well?

Isn't he amazing?

We just had the
best conversation

over the doughnuts
I brought for him...

Everyone, not just him. I'm not

- kissing ass or anything.
- Dan: Mm-hmm.

Doughnuts for everyone!
Doughnuts!

- Right.
- Wow.

- Wow.
- Lucifer.

I've been looking
all over for you.

Uh, through here. Go.

So what happened?

It was terrible, brother.

I was kidnapped.

No, luci. I meant mom.

Ah. Well, didn't
you get my text?

What? You mean the string
of nonsensical emojis?

Fire, sword, doughnut, spaceman,

clock, dancing lady,
flashlight, thumbs up.

How am I supposed
to know what that means?

I ignited the flaming sword,

used it to cut a hole
in space and time,

mum's light flooded through it,

then it closed up
behind her. All good!

Mom's... mom is gone?

Yes.

Yes. I mean, she
says good-bye forever,

she loves you very much,
et cetera, et cetera, but

the good news is...

You get your necklace back.

And we all know how
attached to that you are.

So, back to more current issues.

Me and my kidnapping.

Now, clearly dad is behind it,

but the question is,
who's his emissary,

and how were they able
to render me unconscious?

Either they used some kind
of celestial weapon,

or the detective was nearby.

And if it's the latter,
then it has

to be someone who knows
she makes me vulnerable.

Hang on.

The "a" on the key chain
is for amenadiel, isn't it?

- What?
- Of course.

It's you!
Now that god's favorite son's

regained his powers, he's back
to being his little bitch.

Luci,
I didn't get my powers back.

Yes, I was able
to slow time, but...

Uh, that appears
to have been a one-time thing.

But... you have got
your wings back, huh?

No.

Not yet.

Well, isn't that ironic?

You want your wings back
and didn't get them, and...

Get whacked over the head
and hauled out to the desert.

That's not ironic.

Well, not ironic ironic.

More...
Alanis morissette ironic.

Anyway, the point is,

I'm sure your full powers
will come back in no time.

You probably
just need... a good nap.

Or eat some mangoes.
I've heard they work wonders.

- What?
- We got a suspect.

Prints on the key chain.

First, it looked like
it had been wiped down.

Then, I whipped out the color
fluorescent film, and whammo.

- Well done, miss Lopez...
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, sorry.
We haven't officially met yet.

I'm Ella.

- Amenadiel.
- I mean,

I've seen you around, doing your
handsome broody thing, but...

Anyway, any bro
of Lucifer's is a bro of mine.

Whoa.

Someone works out.

Now I know who carries

- the guns in the family.
- Right, yes.

Enough of that.
We have a suspect. Shall we?

Oh, brother?

About your problem... yeah.

I think I might have
just the remedy.

I'll text you the info later.

Words this time, please!

Chloe: Josh Hamid,
the victim's business partner.

The two own this hotel.

Lucifer:
Well, this is a mug shot.

Has he got a record?

Yeah. Possession
of an exotic animal.

A tiger, I think.

Oh, that's illegal? Too bad.

Yeah, anyhow, looks like

Josh and Steve both come
from family money.

Basically bought this hotel
just to have a place to party.

Imagine, buying
your own establishment

just to justify your
decadent lifestyle.

It's absurd.

Yeah. Absurd.

Thank you.

N you are our secret j'j'

j'j' it's worth keeping j'j'

j'j' and now
I'm keeping my mouth shut j'j'

j'j' on the weekends j'j'

n I won't hang out
with anybody else... if

Chloe: Josh Hamid?

Who wants to know?

Detective Decker, LAPD.

I imagine you recognize me.

You got a nice set of cans
for a cop.

Right. Whilst I don't disagree,

that is incredibly
disrespectful.

Perhaps I should teach you
some manners.

Lucifer, I got this.

Got a nice ass, too.

Yeah? Well, I also got these,

and your sorry ass is a suspect
in the Steve banales murder.

I told you
Steve was up to something.

You want to cuff me, honey?

You're gonna have to catch me.

Lucifer: Excuse me.

Oh, you've got a gun.

Scary.

Hey, you tell Steve
I am officially impressed.

You think this is funny?!

Lucifer!

Well, maybe it's a bit funny.

So, Josh...

Why did you kidnap me?!

I swear, I've never seen you

before you tried
to kill me today!

Really, joshy.

Excuse us.

What?

- What are you doing?
- Consulting.

Then consult less.

So you say you don't
recognize Lucifer,

but you do admit to knowing
Steve banales, correct?

Then did you do this to him?

This is a joke, right?

We found this at the crime scene

with your fingerprints
all over it.

I didn't kill Steve, man!
I would never!

That's the key I gave
to the fake kidnappers.

- Fake?
- Yeah.

They get paid to abduct people.

I hired them for Steve.

- It's our thing.
- Chloe: What?

- To torture each other?
- No! To pull pranks.

The more money we made,
the crazier the prank.

The fake kidnapping
was retaliation

for the tiger
Steve... put in my backyard.

What's the name of the company?

Snaatched.

Super under the radar.

I-I got the deluxe package.

Ah. Well, they delivered.

They were supposed
to nab Steve for 48 hours,

tie him up in a warehouse,

stick him in the desert,
and then drop him back

at the hotel.
When he didn't show,

I just assumed he was...
Busy planning payback.

It's why I thought
you weren't real cops.

I mean, a guy named Lucifer and
the chick from hot tub hotel?

High school. Hot tub high school.

She wasn't in the sequel.

I'm sorry.
Anyway, can you blame me?

Look, here's the thing, joshy.

I can assure you
we are quite real,

and by the looks of it,
so are your kidnappers,

so tell us what you know
about this snaatched.

N n

All right, luci,
I got your text.

What's this magical remedy
of yours?

N n

hi. I'm remedy.

I'm here to rub you.

Uh, give you a massage.

0h.

Well, why not?

Lovely. Um, please
remove your clothing

and get under the towel.

We're gonna need a bigger towel.

I know where they are.

I'll be right back.

Oh, man.
I searched the ip address,

like, a zillion times
and it keeps pinging

to some random Russian server.

Surely there's some other way
to track these miscreants.

Something we missed
at the crime scene perhaps?

I wish. All we found there
was that key chain

and our second victim.

- Wait. Second victim?
- Leo.

Once a vibrant rock squirrel.

Now... roadkill.

Judging from his time of death,

about 16 hours before
Steve died of dehydration.

It's pretty likely
the kidnappers

- are the ones who ran him over.
- Mm-hmm.

Poor guy never even
saw it coming.

So, did you lift
any tire treads?

Sure did.

Leo was squashed by a
ryuk road crusher tire.

Commercial grade.

Only 850,000 sets produced.

- In the world?
- Ella: Nope.

- In la.
- Oh, for goodness' sakes.

You know, there
still is one angle

that we haven't
quite explored yet.

And that is your
connection to the case.

Oh, and I wasn't sure
you thought there was one.

Well, I'm still not sure I do,
but we're stuck,

so do you think your kidnapping
was intended as a prank?

Or to actually
hurt you, like Steve?

Definitely the latter.

My father is not a jokester.

Right.

Right. So, say your father

did hire
these fake kidnappers...

-He did.

- Hmm.
- Any idea why?

Of course. He's angry that
I gave mum her own universe.

I mean, nothing pisses god off
more than exercising free will.

- I am trying to believe you here.
- Something horrid

happened to me and I woke up
in the desert with my bloody...

Wi...

What?

Okay, detective.
I understand your confusion.

And, although I've told you
the truth from the beginning,

you're a woman
of logic and reason.

And... that-that is why
I left you that message.

You require proof.

And I suppose now is as good a
time as any to give it to you.

So perhaps you should sit.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, right.

Yeah. Maybe I should... leave.

You know, uh, third wheel.

Watch out.

Okay.

Lucifer, just show me what
you need to show me.

You know, I don't need
anything to drink.

Well, I do.

I have tried to be
honest with you,

but if I'm being honest
with myself,

and I have held the
real truth back from you,

and you, of all people,
deserve to know that, detective.

Which is why I want to show you.

Lucifer, whatever it is

that you want to show me

or that you want to tell me,
it's okay.

I'm here for you.

Okay.

Then, once and for all,

I'd like to show you
who I really am.

Okay.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, my god. What? Are you gassy?

Why is it not working?

Why isn't what working?

What? I don't understand.

I do.

You know, I keep caring,

and you... you just...

Just"

no, detective! I...

Really am the devil.

Well, that sucks.

Dead ends piss me off.

Which is why
I don't believe in them.

Now, these kidnappers might be
fake but they're not invisible.

There has to be a way
to find them.

Chloe: You're right.

If Muhammad won't
come to the mountain,

the mountain must
go to Muhammad.

I have no idea what that means,
decken

well, someone needs
to get kidnapped.

Now, there's an idea.

That I was just suggesting.

No one likes a credit hog,
decken

now, who would be the bait?

Well, I'd like to volunteer.

Chloe: Uh, it's not a good idea.

If these are the same
guys that abducted,

allegedly, Lucifer, they're
gonna recognize him.

Right. We need somebody
who's a lot less, well...

Everything.

Esperanza.

Es-espinoza.

And, sure, that makes,
uh, makes sense.

I have the most experience
in the field,

so if something
goes wrong, then...

You're expendable.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Now go get kidnapped, Esperanza.

If I'm telling everybody
charge up the power if

n the lights go out
in the midnight hour... if

hey, excuse me, I was wondering
if I could get a...

We're closed.

We ran out of meat.

All right, Daniel.

You're not allergic to gerbils,
are you?

Just making some
last-minute adjustments

to the questionnaire.

Hhafious.

Hey, Lucifer, did you
set up the pickup point?

Yes. Tour bus pickup.

Olvera street.

Exactly one half hour from now.

All right, good.

Hey. You know the team

will intervene before
anyone gets hurt, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Look, if you're upset about
what the lieutenant said,

you're not alone.

He's not a fan of mine, either.

And I still can't believe he
called me "Lucifer's partner."

You are my partner!

You know, the truth is,
I am feeling expendable.

- Why?
- It's not because Pierce said it.

It's because of Charlotte.

0h.

Yeah, after everything
that happened at the beach,

she's acting like she
doesn't even know me.

I'm not an idiot, I know
she was using me at first,

but... but then it seemed
like she actually cared.

- Well, um...
- Whatever.

I'll get over it.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Yes, I'm sorry, too, Daniel,

that I can't hear you.
Could you speak up, please?

Pierce: T minus 20, people.

Take your Mark, espinoza.

Right, I'll check in with
mcmillian at the lookout point.

Okay.

Uh, Daniel.

- Listen, uh...
- Come on.

Oh, right. Undercover, yes.

Listen, I know you were
talking about Charlotte.

And as douchey as you may be,
and I know you can't help it,

her current behavior has
nothing to do with you, okay?

And as much as I
appreciate the pep talk,

Lucifer, it was kinda
you that got me

in the whole Charlotte mess
in the first place.

So maybe you should just

take care of your side of the
street for a change, all right?

Good talk.

My side of the street.

That's a good idea.

Leo?

0h.

Hey. I'm sorry to bother you,

but do you have any idea
where my brother went?

He's ignoring my phone calls.

Oh, bud, no, no, no.
He's totally not ignoring you.

He's just in the middle
of this sting operation.

0h.

Can I help?

That's very nice of you, but no.

It's personal.

You a believer?

Well, then, whatever it is
you're going through,

I'm sure it's all part
of his plan.

I mean, even the most

pathetic, sad sack, powerless of
creatures serve a purpose.

Like Leo here.

A Van may have cracked his nuts
in the middle of the desert,

but he's still
valuable evidence.

That's the thing. You never know

when your rock-bottom pain
and humiliation

can end up helping others.

I mean, god works
in mysterious ways.

So you just got to believe
that when he crushes your nuts,

he does it for a reason.

Has this, um,

Leo provided you with
a break in your case?

Not yet.

But you got
to have faith, right?

Right. Right.

The kidnappers
are seven minutes late.

Yeah, well, we didn't give them
a lot of prep time; Don't worry.

I'm worried.

Where are they?

They'll be here.

Come on.

Come on, be here. Be here.

Oh, lovely. Right on time.

Hello. Right. How do we do...

Oh, careful. I bruise
like a peach.

Easy.

Seriously?

Lucifer: Ah, there you are.

I have to say, the leaky pipe
is a nice touch.

Very blood simple.

Coen brothers movie?

No?

0h.

Well,

hello, kidnappers.

Finally, I have you
right where I want you.

Let's see, so many questions,

but let's start with: How did
you abduct me the first time?

Hmm? How did you
render me unconscious?

Ow. What are you doing?

Stop it, that tickles.

We used this last week, right?

Yeah.

Did you forget to charge it?

No. I didn't forget
to charge it.

Dude.

- Not cool.
- I just don't get it.

- I don't know.
- I hate to interrupt.

Where were we?

Remind me not to leave Lucifer
in the front seat unattended.

And remind me to kick his ass

for humiliating me
in front of Pierce.

Well, I'll help you
if we can find him.

Look...

Don't worry, Chloe.

Lucifer can take
care of himself.

Found Lucifer's phone...

In some bushes
on Alameda street.

Kidnappers must have tossed it.

What about, uh, traffic cams?

- Maybe we can pull a plate number.
- No.

I checked everything
within a mile radius. Nada.

Must have grabbed him
in a blind spot.

Unfortunately,

I think we're dealing with
some pretty crafty bad guys.

Man:

Can't... breathe!

Please don't crush him.
We've only just begun.

Oh, come on, man.
Ask us anything!

All right.

My face... how did you do it?

- What?!
- Well, the wings are one thing,

but my devil face...
How did you take that?

We've never seen
you before, man!

Yeah, man.

Never heard of you before today.

I just got a name...
Daniel ladoosh... a pickup point,

and that you got a thing
for gerbils.

I suppose you also
deny abducting Mr. Banales

and leaving him to perish
in the desert, do you?

He's the client
from last week, man!

Right, man.

His friend got him
the deluxe package.

We did the detail work here,

and then our partner Sam
picked him up,

took him to the spider hole
for a few hours,

- and dropped him back off at the hotel.
- Well, then,

it seems
your colleague took a detour.

Where does this Sam live?

Koreatown!

It's a pink building on leeward.

- Apartment?
- 5b, man! 5b!

Lovely. Thanks for your help.

Hey, man!

Will you let us go, man?

Ella: So, prints off
the key chain led to Josh.

Chloe: Right. Tire treads
on the roadkill led to nothing.

There's got to be
something we're missing.

Maybe Lancaster has something.

We're screwed.

Or not.

Remember the detective
who found the key chain?

He doesn't exist, at least
not at Lancaster pd.

They only sent patrol
units to the scene.

Whoa. You think
that was our guy?

Killers often return to
the scene of the crime.

Dan: Which means

he wasn't finding evidence.

He was trying to steal it.

Should have known.

Why should you have known?

Lancaster doesn't know us,
we don't know them.

Look, let's just look through
these photos, try and find him

- in the background, okay?
- Yes, and then we can nail his ass

with facial
recognition software.

Here he is.

But his back's to us.

You guys... oh, my gosh.

I knew... I knew
he didn't die in vain.

- What?
- Who?

Leo. See, look.

There's our suspect,
right, leaving the scene,

walking towards that Van.

Ryuk road crusher tires.

Commercial grade.

That's the Van
that ran over Leo.

I mean, this
pretty much confirms

- that this guy's our killer.
- Chloe: Okay.

So maybe we can get an ID.

Let's run the license plate.

Remember me?

It's you.

Yes.

You know me as the devil you so
rudely turned into an angel

and then dumped
in the middle of the desert,

but I don't know you,
so, come on,

introduce yourself.

- I'm Sam.
- Yes, yes,

I know that, but what are you?

And how did my father
get his hooks into you?

Your father?

Oh, come on, don't be coy.

Let me see.

Unless dad got jiggy
with some celestial babe

after mum, then
you're not my sibling,

so... demon. Hmm?

Changehng?

I work for
an extreme kidnapping company.

Snaatched.

Oh, do you now?
Well, do you know what?

It doesn't matter
what you are because...

This should take care of you.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! I... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left you
in the desert.

I really am.

And I'm sorry I left
that Steve guy there, too.

I... he was just a routine gig.

I was gonna swap him for you,

but when I went to
pull you out of the Van,

you... you had
friggin' wings, man!

Well, duh!
Wings that you put there

at the behest of my father!

- Now stop lying!
- I'm not!

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I swear.

And believe me,
I didn't want to run,

but you scared
the hell out of me.

Right, you listen, Sammy,

I know you're
just the messenger,

so why don't you deliver
a message on my behalf?

Idefine who I am, not him.

Me!

Oh, bloody hell.

They're back, aren't they?

How?

How are you doing this?

Did my father
give you some kind of totem?

A talisman?

- What?
- I'm telling you, I don't...

I don't know what's happening.

And I don't know your dad.

Unless, is your,
is your dad the sinnerman?

Quite the opposite.
Who's the sinnerman?

That's, that's who,

who hired me to kidnap you.

He's, he's, he's a scary dude.

Huge crime boss.
I owed him big time.

But because I didn't
finish the job,

I'm as good as dead now.

That's why I was running.

And where do I find
this sinnerman?

You don't.

He finds you.

Chloe: Lucifer?

Get up.

Come on, get up.

Put your hands behind your back.

- What happened to you?
- I...

I don't know.

Decker, it ain't good.

Lieutenant, look, I-I know
what you're gonna say.

And, even though
we caught our guy,

Lucifer was way out of line,
and h don't disagree,

but here's what you got to know

about our unorthodox methods...

- Detective, you...
- I am Lucifer's partner,

yes, you're right,
but you know what?

He's mine, too.

And, for whatever reason,
we make an effective team.

And will be even more so
when I stop investing

on a, um... personal level.

I am here to solve crimes.

Not to see his... his thing

or whatever, which is...

Not something
that you need to know.

Right. Look, point is,

you can say what you want,
but I know I'm a good detective

and I have a damn good
solve rate to prove that.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I just came down here

to let you know that your perp
has been released on bail.

0h.

W-Wait, how is that possible?

Don't know.

Friends in high places, I guess.

But there's got to be something.

I mean, don't-don't you care?

You do what you can, Decker.

You can't save them all.

0h.

But, um, good luck
with Lucifer's... thing

or whatever.

Oh, hello, brother.

So, did remedy cure
what ails you?

Did her massage make anything

pop out?

Talking about your wings,
of course.

No, mine are still absent.

But yours, on the other hand...

Oh.

Lucifer, I'm not angry with you

that you somehow
got your wings back,

or even that you
cut them off again,

as foul as that may be.

I'm angry with myself.

Because somehow I made you feel

like you couldn't confide in me.

Well, comparing body parts
is never good for the male ego,

especially between brothers.

But that's just it, luci.

My ego should never be an issue.

I am an angel.

A soldier of god.

His favorite son.

Oh, that's gonna be a thing,
isn't it?

Listen, father, he...

Works in mysterious ways.

I was tested once and I failed.

I'm not gonna fail again.

Because this time, I have faith.

Excehent

and I suppose
this won't bother you.

But you...

You cut them off.

I did, but the pesky things
seem to be a bit more tenacious

this time around.

Well, like I said, I have faith.

I'm sure it's all
a part of god's plan.

Uaughi n. Yeslgy

if you mean his plan
to continually manipulate

and control me, then agreed.

Because, by the way,

he didn't just
give my wings back,

he took my devil face as well.

Luci, do you realize
what this means?

Perhaps father is trying
to show you that,

that you've been forgiven.

What if I don't want
his forgiveness?

But, brother,
if you can be redeemed,

that means that anyone can.

Now, isn't that divine?

I'm not sure that
this is divinity at work here.

Have you ever heard
of someone named the sinnerman?

The sinnerman?

No.

Why?

That's who kidnapped me.

At first, I thought it was a...

An emissary on earth

working on dad's behalf, but
then, the more I think about it,

the more I think...

Maybe this isn't our father
who art in heaven at all.

But something much,

much darker.