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Previously on Lucifer...

I was worried I'd never see you again.

I've had patients who revealed a new side

of themselves, but not so much

the actual devil.

- We're good, right?
- Yeah. Really good.

We could be there for each other as friends

even if it's about another guy.

What is she doing here?

Charlotte Richards, the defense attorney.

Thought I'd dive into my employment.

Humans are dying because of you.

I'm stronger than you'd think.

You seem attached to these creatures,

and I can't figure out why.

We shouldn't be here!

The only place I've ever
felt wanted or respected.

Is here with humanity?

This is my home!

Deal with it, Mother!

Sunshine. Beautiful people.

Expensive cars.

The glamorous life.
Get ready to see the real

Los Angeles on this thrill

ride tour.

Well, it appears I've been misled.

Whoever put together this brochure

should get special treatment in Hell.

I don't need you to show
me around the city.

Well, of course you do.

This is an exciting time, brother!

Now that we're making
Los Angeles our home,

the City of Angels can
finally earn its name.

You are making it a home.

Mom and I are gonna find a way
to get back to the Silver City.

- One way or another.
- But why?

When Los Angeles has so much to offer?

On your right,

you'll see the famous shop,

Pooch Pouch, the store that sells purses

for purse-sized dogs.

Clearly.

- Don't get it confused with the store
- Excuse me. Sorry.

that sells dogs in the shapes of purses.

Sorry, I do apologize.

- That's on your left...
- Pardon me, excuse me.

Yeah, thank you.

Please. That's your corner.

Ah. Right. Forget everything

you just slept through.

Welcome to Los Angeles,

city of reinvention, where you can become

whomever you want.

Uh, if we look over here...

That humungous house in
the distance, the owner,

he moved out here with just
ten dollars and a dream.

Within three years, he was running

the largest underground
sex club in the country.

Los Angeles is also a place
where you can do

whatever you want.
To your right hand side over here,

this folically challenged man...
That's Sleepy Pete. Hello, Pete.

Give us a wave.

Everyone wave at Pete.

He will sell you the
best Molly in the city.

Don't buy his cocaine, though.

It's got enough baking
soda in it to make a cake.

It's not a bad idea, as I think about it.

To your right again... My nightclub, Lux!

The city's crowning achievement.

My brother and I are celebrating...

I don't understand him.

Why won't Amenadiel embrace
this city like I have?

Well, people often need time
to adjust to change.

And he's only been here for a few months.

And if what you say is true...

What? That he's got a
stick so far up his ass

you can see it when he yawns?

That he's a fallen angel.

Oh, yes, that, too.

Then this could be about more
than finding a home for him.

But we're here to talk about you.

Why did you recently decide
that this was your home?

Well, I said it when I was
in a row with my mum.

I didn't realize how true it was
until I yelled it in her face.

Yes, your mother,

who is a literal goddess of all creation.

Still haven't quite wrapped
my brain around that one.

Yes, well, anyway, her and Amenadiel want

to get back to the Silver City,
but it's not my home.

It never was.

And neither was Hell.

No. No, that was somewhere

I was sent as a punishment.

Like the DMV, but less screaming.

So would you say that
this is your first home?

Yes, I suppose it is.

And why do you think that's the case?

Well, I don't know, Doctor. You tell me.

I find that people

make Los Angeles their home
for one of two reasons.

Either they're running from something,

or looking for something.

Oh, and which one are you?

I'm not the one on the couch, Lucifer.

So ask yourself...

Which is it?

Running or looking?

Lucifer? Lucifer?!

Get out of the chair.

Oh, come on, Detective.

It's been ages since
I've sat in a throne.

Oh, there's a lot of personality
here, isn't there?

Appalling personality,

but quantity over quality, I suppose.

Genuine Medieval knights
costume in a Bel Air mansion?

This man's home definitely
was his castle.

Well, it couldn't keep him
safe from invaders.

Crime scene. Let's go.

Hang on.

That's Dean Cooper, the
Los Angeles real-estate tycoon!

Yeah, owns the whole block,

and most of the biggest
developments in the city.

Including the entire
block that Lux is on.

Deeply unpleasant man.

You wouldn't believe the deal I had

to strike for my lease.

All completely legal.

If somewhat, well,
let's say "morally ambiguous."

Well, that moral ambiguity
that he was so famous for

may have finally caught up with him.

Ella, cause of death?

Explosive exsanguination from

the carotid, punctured

by this.

Like from a champagne flute.

Mm-hmm. Someone really popped his cork.

You know like...

You guys, like, the blood's the champagne.

Like when you open a bottle,
his neck was the...

We got it.

Did you get any prints?

Killer wiped it clean.

Okay, well,

maybe he didn't wipe the glass clean

before it broke. Ella, are any of

these pieces here big enough
to get a partial from?

Probably not.

But, hey, someone invented
glue for a reason. Right?

You're going to reassemble
all those pieces?

I'm fairly certain there are
people in Hell being forced

- to do exactly that right now.
- Oh, I was the kind

of kid who did jigsaw
puzzles picture-side down.

- That's fascinating.
- Mm.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Maze. Problem at Lux.

Problem? What? One of the
Brittanies stub her toe?

You're leaving?

Lucifer, Cooper was one
of the most hated men

in the city. We have tons
of suspects to go over.

And if I don't get there soon,

Maze will undoubtedly fix the
problem herself, which usually

- involves knives.
- But...

So unless you want to be blamed

for a four-toed Brittany...

Uh... hello?

We're closed.

Hi, okay, we've got some anomalies here,

especially with the quarterlies...

Maze, did you forget

to bribe the inspectors this month?

Are you the proprietor?

I am, yes.

And who are you, lounging
around like you own the place?

Oh, I actually do own the place.

Lucifer Morningstar,

you're being evicted.

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All right, explain what you
mean by "evicted,"

and do it carefully as
your life may depend on it.

Okay, Mr. Morningstar.
My name is Eric Cooper.

I've assumed all of Cooper's holding

and assets, Lux among them.

You're Dean Cooper's son.

Your father was just brutally
murdered, and here you

scant hours after you were notified,

divvying up the spoils.

I don't know whether to
be horrified or impressed.

What happened to my
father was unfortunate.

Yes.

But business is business.

Well, impressed it is.

Your father and I made a
deal for me to live here,

so I'm sure you and I can
come to some agreement.

Tell me, Eric, what is it you desire?

I want my father to turn
over in his grave.

Hated the old man, eh?

Well, I can relate to that.

My father's not on my
Christmas card list either.

In fact, I moved here
to get away from him.

Surely you can understand that.

No, not really.

And I saw your "lease"...

It was written in lipstick
on a stripper's thong.

- Not exactly legally binding.
- Hm.

Well, maybe we can write
the new one in blood.

I find that to be quite binding.

Let's not.

You have no legal right to be here,

so if you don't vacate,

I'll have you removed.

It's not that easy to remove me.

Last time, it took the power of God.

What do you have... A few
expensive lawyers?

Or are you gonna do it yourself?

Not in front of all of these humans.

If I were you, I'd leave.

That's fine.

This is a police matter now.

Let's go.

- All right, let's go.
- Let's go, man.

It's not like you to get in the way

of a good eviscerating, Maze.

What was that about?

You'd be eviscerating the wrong person.

This is your mother's doing.

Mum? How?

You told her you want to
stay here on Earth.

Now someone's trying to
take Lux away from you.

Don't be absurd, Maze.

I just saw American Psycho's father.

The man wasn't destroyed
by the Goddess of Creation.

He was killed in a fit of human passion.

But that greasy weasel might be right.

This is a police matter. Lucky me.

Don't act like your mother

isn't capable of this, Lucifer.

Ah, that's enough help from
you today Maze, thank you.

All right, fine.

You can't see it,
I'll find someone who will.

I don't see it.

Of course you don't.

So after you said you'd "handle things,"

you're hiding behind her skirt again?

I am handling things, Maze.

Mom and I are trying to
find a way back home.

So why would she murder some human?

That woman is

dangerous, duplicitous...

And she's standing right
behind me, isn't she?

Pardon my interruption,

but what am I being blamed for now?

I know what you're doing,

trying to take away
Lucifer's home on Earth,

so he can help you get back

to the Silver City.

It won't work.

The demon is talking,

but not making any sense.

Typical, I suppose.

She thinks you killed the man

who owns Lux to get Lucifer evicted.

Mazikeen.

If I did come up with such a plan,

do you think it would be
you who figured it out?

Whatever you're up to,

I will find out.

Oh, she thinks she's smart.

Mom?

You weren't actually
involved in that man's death,

- right?
- Well, of course not.

But it might be able to
be used to our advantage.

Maybe Lucifer will agree
to come home with us now.

Right.

All my sons are important.

It isn't about Lucifer.

It's about our family.

I've already lost a son.

I will not leave another one behind.

It doesn't matter, Mom.

Lucifer loves that place.

And no human is gonna make him give it up

as long as it's still standing.

Is that so?

Careful...

And that is how we do it!

Ta' vonlu!

Ta' von what?

It's Klingon for "the king is trapped."

In Star Trek, they play
three-dimensional chess.

Okay.

And I'm gonna check this for prints now.

- Great.
- No problem.

Hey.

All our info on Dean Cooper.

No rap sheet, which,
quite frankly, is pretty amazing

considering his reputation.

Great. Thank you.

Hey, are you busy?
I could use an assist on this case.

Nah, Vice has me wrapped up

on a bomb-making case.
I got to rush back.

Where's Lucifer?

Something came up at his club.
I don't think he's coming back.

Oh, well, don't worry, Chloe.
He never stays away

for too long, right?

Hmm?

Huh.

Hey, Lucifer. So, did you splint

the stubbed toe, or did you
kiss it and make it better?

Well, that's an interesting theory,
but we don't have any evidence

that Eric Cooper's the killer.

Mm, actually we do.

Prints just came back.

Eric Cooper.

How did you...?

Never mind. I'll meet you
at the Cooper building.

So wonderful that you agree
with me for a change, Detective.

Perhaps you're getting smarter.

I don't agree with you.

I have actual evidence on Eric Cooper

that I need to look into.

- What do you have?
- Motive.

Little shark liquidated his father

so he could liquidate his assets.

How do you know he's liquidating assets?

Because he's trying to evict me from Lux

and sell off the building.

You're saying that Dean Cooper's son

is making deals just an hour

- after his father was found dead?
- Exactly.

- What could be more suspicious?
- Hey.

When were you gonna mention that you're

personally involved in the case?

When you asked me.

Nope.

This an extremely high profile case.

We are doing this by the book.

I cannot have you terrorizing him.

I would never.

Or threatening to tear his arms off.

That happened one time.

Or hanging him from a window.

I solemnly promise that the man's feet

will remain firmly on the ground.

What's that?

Somebody call an ambulance...

Check this out.

There's a guy on the car!

Is he alive?

That's Eric Cooper.

Just to be clear, that wasn't me.

I mean, who leaps from the seventh floor?

13th, minimum. This is the man
forcing me from my home,

he can't even make a proper suicide jump.

- Lucifer.
- Is this really necessary?

Well, witnesses saw him
jump off a balcony

by his own free will.

He was distraught.

That doesn't make him a killer.

Well, it points to a guilty conscience.

Christi, I know this might
be hard to hear, but...

we have evidence that Eric
was in his father's house

before he died.

We live in the same compound.

I'm sure there's DNA or
whatever all over the house.

You can't actually think that
he killed his own father.

Well, I mean...

Let's not forget

Eric's insatiable lust

for Daddy's cold hard cash.

If he's willing to do
something as monstrous

as turning me out of my house,

then killing his father

isn't such a stretch, is it?

Ooh!

My Left Foot's trying to speak.

N-No...

money.

Shh, baby.

Don't talk.

What are you trying to say, Eric?

Dad...

ran the business into the ground.

We were buried in debt.

I thought making emergency sales

could save us, but...

But what, baby?

There's nothing left.

I'm sorry, I...

I couldn't live with disappointing you.

Well, if this is about money,

you should have called me first,
before taking that swan dive.

Perhaps you'd like to renegotiate now?

I can't.

The deal is made.

How could a sale be made so fast?

Dean Cooper died yesterday.

Is this that deal for all
the property on the strip?

There's been a buyer
interested in that for years.

Eric's dad had it all drawn up and then

just let it sit on his desk.

He just wanted to torture the buyer.

So, you made the sale as
soon as you heard

your father was gone?

Dad couldn't block it anymore.

But it didn't matter.

It wasn't enough.

What we have is enough.

You and me.

We don't need money for that.

What a wonderful day.

Potentially homeless and
definitely nauseated.

Well, whoever bought Lux stood to gain

from Dean Cooper's death.

Yes. This man,

the person who owns Lux now.
What's his name?

Her. It's Eleanor Bloom.

Detective, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

I doubt it.

But let's go talk to Eleanor Bloom.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, God...

I think you're in the wrong place, lady.

- You're Kevin Burnick.
- I am.

Why? You come to take
a peek at the legend?

According to the docket,
one of your clients

is a known explosives expert

named Patrick O'Neil.

I need his help

to get my son to come back home with me.

You look hot and sound crazy,

which is totally my type.

But I don't talk about
my clients out of court.

It's a lawyer thing.

Oh, you misunderstand me.

I'm his lawyer now.

You can go home.

Look, lady.

I don't know what you've heard about me,

but when the K-Dog gets a bone,

he doesn't let go.

Touch me, and I will sue you

so hard...

Oh...

So, you think I had something
to do with Dean Cooper's death?

Well, barely an hour after he was
killed, you closed on a deal

he'd been obstructing for years.

Sounds convenient.

- Sounds like good business to me.
- Cooper intentionally

gave you businesswoman blue balls

just to torture you.

- It's rather cruel.
- And I bought

his favorite golf course
last year and turned it

into a landfill for medical waste.

Oh, I see. Well played.

So, you're saying this was all

a multi-million dollar prank war?

I'm saying I didn't kill him over a deal.

Besides, I just flew in from
Macau this afternoon.

Check with the airstrip.
You have any other questions,

you can ask my lawyer.

Not so fast, Mommy Warbucks.

I have some questions for you myself.

Lucifer, you promised
that you wouldn't...

Detective, this woman has my home.

If you're gonna give me some sob story...

Oh, far from it.

I know your type.
You don't respond to emotion,

or intimidation.

The only thing that gets
you going is a deal.

So, let's make a deal, shall we?

What do you desire?

Tell me and it's yours.

I want everything Dean Cooper has.

Well, Cooper owned Lux.

So, how about everything apart from that?

Everything.

All I want is what was his.

And then to destroy it.

So, you're gonna tear
down all of his properties?

I'm a developer.
I'm gonna knock everything down

and then rebuild.

Even Lux?

Especially that place.

That's prime real estate.

I'm gonna build a mega-mall.

A "mega-mall"?

Yeah, you know, Gymboree, Sunglass Hut...

Bulldozers get rolling as
soon as my people finish

emptying the buildings.

You know,

a murder investigation can tie
up a development for years.

I know you know more
than you're telling us.

So, if there is any way,

at all, that you can
help this investigation,

that would be wonderful.

She's good.

I could use a few of her on my team.

The accountants I had
looking over the deal

did find several unreported payments.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

You don't hide money like that

unless you don't want anyone to find it.

Bloom was right.

Dean Cooper was making
large off-the-books payments

and hiding them from his company.

Well, could be anything.

Drugs, blackmail.

There's no shortage of bad
deeds in Dean Cooper's life.

I'm gonna try and trace
where these payments went.

Maybe our killer's on the other end.

Oh, delightful.

Whilst you do that, I'm gonna return

to Eleanor Bloom's office
and get my home back.

Not sure she's interested in selling.

Well, maybe she'll change her mind

after I turn her world into a
sphincter-loosening nightmare.

Ew. Lucifer.

I'm sorry about your home. I am.

But you have to promise me you're
not really gonna hurt this woman.

Well, then, help me,
Detective. Arrest her!

I mean, isn't contributing to homelessness

in Los Angeles a crime?

Lucifer, the law is on Bloom's side here.

I want to help you,
but we have to find a legal solution.

Okay. So I'm on my own, am I?

That's not what I...

We know you build bombs
for the mob, Patrick.

That's ridiculous.

I... I deliver pizzas.

Yeah.

We cracked your code.

"Hoping to get a delivery

at Slauson and La Brea tomorrow night.

Enough pepperoni to
feed a family of four."

The mafia, the cartels,

when they hear that we
have you in custody,

and they think for a second about your...

ingenious pizza code,

they're gonna want to keep you quiet.

So, uh...

you can help me out, right?

Depends.

Hmm! Hands off my client, Officer.

You're not his lawyer.

The accused has a constitutional right

to be counseled by whomever they choose.

She can be my lawyer.

I understand your confusion.

You're very attractive.

I've found that can also mean

you're not very intelligent.

I've already posted your bail.

No. Wait, wait, wait.
I-I can't afford that.

Oh, don't worry, I take payment in trade.

Is it true that you know
how to make bombs?

That's what I'm accused of.

Yeah?

Have you ever brought
down a building before?

I know how it's done.

I need you to destroy a nightclub for me.

Let's get out of here, guys.

Hands off...

- my piano!
- Hey, man,

we're just doing a job.
We don't want any trouble.

You think you can come in
here and take apart my life

without any trouble?

You gentlemen

have no idea who you're
dealing with, do you?

Well...

let me show you.

This building was supposed to be empty.

Oh, you know Lucifer, Mom.

He wasn't gonna let this
place go without a fight.

Or a drink.

This is what humans call

a "sit-in."

What are you doing here?

Well, I was gonna blow
the building up with C4.

- Mom, you can't.
- I know.

My client is a coward.

And very difficult to convince
him to kill this many people.

- No, Mom, that's-that's not what I...
- I may be able to

use this to my advantage.

To what do I owe the honor

of your presence?

I disagree with you wholeheartedly

about wanting to stay here.

But a mother doesn't have to

agree with her son in
order to support him.

So...

what is it exactly
I'm supposed to sit in?

Mum.

You're actually being a good mum.

We may have our disagreements,

but you're still my son.

I don't want to lose you again.

Oh! Doctor!

Mum, this is my therapist, Dr. Linda.

Doctor, this is my mom in
a disturbingly hot body.

Lucifer,

I'm sure that sounds strange

to her human brain.

Oh, no, don't worry, Mum,
Dr. Linda's had a crash-course

in celestial beings.

Only melted her brain for about a week.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have guests to get back to.

I'm sure you'll get on
like a house on fire.

So... you're, uh...

God's wife.

Ex-wife.

Oh.

I prefer to not be defined by Him.

Oh, of course, of course.

Well, I just want to say,

it's an honor to meet you.

Thank you for...

for all of... this.

Existence.

And I wanted to thank you

for taking such good care of my son.

You're so welcome.

Our relationship must give
you a lot to talk about.

Mm.

I'm not telling you
anything about our sessions.

Simon Halbrooks, of Private
Investigative Solutions.

That's my company.

Built it myself.

Hmm. Dean Cooper made
several off-the-books

six-figure payments to
you in the last few weeks.

Those payments were off
of his books, not off mine.

I'm legit.

What kind of legit business has clients

hide their payments to you?

Do you trust your fellow
officers, Detective?

Excuse me?

Do you know for sure they
wouldn't take a bribe?

Rat you out for the right price?

How can you know who to trust?

I'm the guy who answers those questions.

And how do you do that?

Think of me as a professional tempter.

People hire me to find out

if their R&D guy would sell secrets.

Or if a famous couple's nanny

could be bribed for
pictures of their kids.

So whose loyalty were you
testing at Cooper's company?

That's privileged information.

I just thought you'd want
to know, we got calls

about some kind of an
illegal party at Lux.

Oh... thanks.

Oh!

Stormtroopers have arrived, everyone.

Don't worry,
I'll deal with the boys in blue.

You are the boys in blue, aren't you?

The strippers aren't due
for another hour.

Detective.

What are you doing with them?

I know him. I'll handle this.

You sure, Detective?

I can reason with him.

This doesn't need to be a scene, I got it.

Okay, guys, let's go.

Thanks, guys.

Lucifer, what the hell were you thinking?

I...

Turn the music back on,
this place is dead.

Well, you heard the lady.

Crank it up!

Detective,

does that mean you're on my side now?

Lucifer, this is your home,
I've always been on your side.

Well,

if you're gonna stay, come on, stay.

- No, I don't want to dance.
- No, no, no, come on.

- You're the guest of honor now.
- I don't want to...

Come on!

He really does love this place, doesn't he?

Yeah.

This place.

My son was right about you, Doctor.

You are

quite insightful.

You know, for a moment there,

you were actually having fun, Detective.

Ooh.

Obviously it was temporary insanity

as now you're back at work.

Well, as any parent knows the
best time to get things done

is when everyone else is asleep.

So, what have we got?

Well, I've been going
through these payments

to our professional tempter,
and none of them match up

to the timing of any of
Cooper's new hires.

I just can't figure out who
they were investigating.

Riveting, but I meant what
have we got to prevent my club

from being bulldozed into a Cinnabon?

Lucifer, I'm sorry but that
trick that I pulled last night

is only gonna work once.

I can't see another way to save this place.

Well, then, we need to
look harder, Detective.

This is about more than me.

I mean, do you know the
history of sin in this place?

It was a, an institution

decades before I ran it.

Th-that crack

in that mirror there.

That crack is still there

from when Ava Gardner threw a
scotch glass at Sinatra's head.

Hmm.

Underneath here there's
prohibition tunnels everywhere.

Howard Hughes used to use
them to sneak his mistresses

away from his other mistresses.

And that stool that you're sitting on,

that very stool, Detective,

this may disturb and titillate you...

We have to go see Simon Halbrooks again.

I think I know

- who he had Cooper looking into.
- Well, I'm sorry,

I can't leave Lux undefended.

Really?

Okay.

Eleanor Bloom's entire

moving crew is passed out on your floor.

The police aren't gonna be
here for at least another day.

Lux is fine.

I really need your help here.

Really?

You don't trust her, either, do you?

It's not what you think, Maze.

Listen, when I first came to Earth,

I made certain mistakes, all right?

I'm just making sure Mom
doesn't make the same ones.

That's it. I'm protecting her.

Right.

She didn't tell you who she
was meeting, did she?

So who do you think it is, hmm?

An assassin?

A terrorist?

I'm quite sure it's no one so dramatic.

Oh...

I did not see that coming.

I saw a sadness in you.

A sadness and a strength.

Look, I know this is

forward of me but...

you want to grab a drink in my room?

I mean I probably shouldn't.

Oh, you definitely shouldn't.

I mean, I'm all for

examining your innermost desires,

but at least examine your options first.

Uh, hey, buddy.

I'm working here.

Indeed you are, in that it's literally

your job to seduce her,

and report back to her fiancée's

wealthy parents.

Or am I wrong?

Mm.

Oh, something I said?

You don't just tempt potential
employees, Simon.

You also go after potential spouses.

Dean Cooper's payments started

to you just after his son
got engaged to Christi.

Care to explain?

It's true.

Old Man Cooper didn't trust Christi.

She came from Nowheresville, Michigan,

where they put cars on blocks in yards.

So Dean Cooper thought she
was after his son's money,

and hired you to prove that
she was just a gold digger?

And I approached her.

Rented Bentley, fake Rolex,
the whole nine yards.

I laid it on thick.

And? Did she sleep with you?

She passed.

She stayed faithful.

What, you couldn't seduce
her with your fake Rolex?

Well, color me shocked.

Hey, man, my success rate is pretty high.

She was really in love with her fiancée.

It happens sometimes.

So if she didn't cheat, then what
happened with Dean Cooper?

I told the old man the truth.

But it didn't matter, he didn't like her.

Even if there was no
evidence of her cheating,

he wanted me to... make some.

"Make some?"

I photoshopped pictures of her

in some compromising positions.

What?

It was a lot of money.

So Dean Cooper tried to blackmail Christi

into breaking off her engagement

with fake proof of her cheating?

That's some serious motive for murder.

The poor girl was just trying to find

a place to belong.

And you, you vile insect,

took that away from her.

If you ask me, she killed the wrong man.

Lucifer, come on.

All right. Detective,

this man is a professional homewrecker!

And when it gets out, what he's done,

he will be out of business.

That will have to be punishment enough.

Please.

Very well, Detective.

I'm not gonna lie.

I was, um...

I was pretty surprised
when you called me.

Even more surprised

you actually invited me out.

You know, as soon as I walked
into that interrogation room,

I felt a spark between us.

Yeah?

Me, too.

I'm surprised you're still single.

Lucky me.

Look, I'm gonna be honest with you,

I've been a little bit gun-shy

about the whole dating thing.

You know, since my split.

No, I understand.

I went through a bad breakup, myself.

Honestly, I was in Hell

for what felt like forever.

I've only recently come back.

What happened with you two?

Was there someone else?

No, no.

No, nothing like that.

But...

But?

Well, there's this-this guy

that she spends a lot of time with.

And he definitely has
a thing for her, but I...

I mean, I don't know if
it's reciprocated, but...

- you know, I...
- Go on.

I think you were right, Maze.

They must be discussing
some evil, terrible plans.

And we must stop them.

No, let's let it play out.

Just to be safe.

Wow. You know,

I haven't really had anyone to...

talk about my ex with.

And it feels really good to get it out.

Yes, it certainly does clarify things.

Whoa, whoa, uh, wait,

I'm so sorry.

I, um,

I totally over-shared, didn't I?

I...

I haven't done this in a while.

And...

I screwed it up.

Well, I suppose I do have some time and...

...you are fairly attractive.

What?

Oh...

Oh, that's a keeper.

Come on, let's go.

I know where he lives.

I'm not gonna go watch my
mother make out with Dan!

They're not gonna make out.

They're gonna...

I know what they're gonna go do, Maze!

Fine. I'll report back.

Maze, stop.

This is just a...

an innocent date.

An innocent date?

- With Chloe's ex?
- Yeah, they're colleagues.

She was in Hell for thousands of years,

and he's a good enough looking... guy.

Please don't make me
explain this any more.

But it is so
much fun to torture you.

Look,

I'm not gonna interfere with my mother

enjoying a little bit of happiness.

Please.

Fine.

It's not like I wanted to watch, anyway.

Even I have my limits.

It's me.

Forget the building,
I need a smaller charge.

For say, one person.

Don't worry about that.

I'm going to do this one myself.

Mr. Cooper, sorry to bother you.

We just have a few more questions.

Can your fiancée vouch for
your whereabouts

the morning your father was killed?

No, she was out looking for
a venue for the wedding.

Why?

- Well...
- What is this?

I thought Eric had been
cleared of the charges.

Oh, he has.

Because we now know that you're the one

who killed your father-in-law, Christi.

What?

Eric's father created fake evidence

that you were cheating and tried
to blackmail you into leaving.

And then he had

a little champagne toast
to evil while he did it.

No wonder you wanted to
jam it down his throat.

I...

No.

No, I did it.

My father, he-he showed me the evidence

and I knew it was fake.

Christi would never...

And-and the fact that he would...

stoop so low, I couldn't help myself.

I flew into a rage.

Well, if that's the case,

Eric Cooper, you're under arrest...

No!

It was me. It happened

all like you said.

Christi...

I'm-I'm the one who did it, not Eric.

I think he did it.

You two realize that if
you confess to this crime,

there's a good chance
you both will go to jail?

Whatever we face,

we face together.

I don't understand.

The one of you who didn't do it,
you'll lose everything.

No, we won't.

No one was willing to stand next to you

in front of the bulldozers?

No.

No, I sent everybody home.

Thought I'd say my good-byes on my own.

Good-byes?

I thought you were gonna
fight for this place.

Well, it occurred to me that

much as I love this place, uh,

I can always build a new one.

I mean, it wasn't the walls
that made it my home.

The people.

Yes.

Well, the women.

But they'll flock to any new
place I go to, so...

Hmm.

Well, that makes this
sort of anticlimactic.

But Lux has been named

a Heritage Site by Los Angeles County.

Detective, is this...

I had a friend in the city council

push it through.

And I used your, uh,

little history lesson as inspiration.

Lux is protected now.

It can't be demolished for development.

Detective, you...

you saved my home.

Well, you'd still have to buy it back

from Eleanor Bloom,
I'm sure well above market price.

But...

you can afford it.

I...

I-I mean, I simply don't
know what to say.

I'm-I'm normally the one
doing the favors.

And for a price.

Friends help each other out.

Yeah, well,

let me at least buy you dinner tonight.

To celebrate.

I know this amazing steakhouse

and-and the chef's an absolute
artist in the kitchen.

I mean, he's also a degenerate gambler

and owes me a favor.

Otherwise, you'll just go home

and eat one of those poisonous sandwiches

you get from the vending machine at work.

Come on, Detective.

Friends help each other out.

She saved Lux.

No strings attached.

I-I didn't even ask.

Well, Chloe saw that your home

is a very important place to you.

Does it really surprise you

that she'd want to help you protect it?

Well, I...

People make gestures like that

all the time.

You just saw two people
go to jail for each other.

But those people were clearly insane.

Now their home is a jail cell.

You realized earlier that "home"
meant more to you than Lux.

That you could lose Lux

and still have a place here.

Because Los Angeles is my home.

Lux or no.

Are you sure that's what
you were really looking for?

Well, what else would it be?

Something occurred to me

when you introduced me to your mother.

Why is it that

I'm the only human in your life

who knows who you really are?

Because you asked me, remember?

You insisted that I show you.

Detective Decker has
asked you many times.

And I always tell her the truth.

But you know she doesn't believe you.

You could show her

your true face,

but you don't.

Why is that?

Do you think it's because

you might be afraid

of how she might react?

Because you care

that much about what she thinks of you?

No, I-I-I'm sorry.

Doctor, I don't really understand

where you're going with this.

I think you did come to Los Angeles

looking for something.

But I also think you've stopped.

Because maybe you've found it.

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