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That's pretty cool, Maze.

You're growing a soul.

Amazing.

And God told you. Wow.

Well, he didn't "tell" tell me.

I was complaining that a demon can't
grow a soul, and God said, "Can't she?"

Annoyingly vague, I know,

but there was this glint
in his eye, and I just knew.

I had no idea
growing a soul was an option.

I mean, I was looking for one
like it was a thing I could eat, maybe,

or a shimmery cloud
that you could breathe in or something,

but, nope, I grew it inside my body,
like a little soul baby.

Well, having seen a glimpse
into how Lucifer's father works,

I guess it... It makes sense, right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah, right, yeah,
that self-actualization bullshit.

But now my question is,
am I done growing it?

Uh, Linda, are you listening?

Uh, yes, Maze, of course.

So, do you feel done?

God, therapists...

Does everyone answer questions
with other questions?

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Hey, I can't talk right now.

- You're doing it, aren't you?
- What?

Don't even think about lying to me, Linda.

I told you this was a mistake.
You are going to get hurt.

I know what I'm doing.

Just raise up the tip.

Ahh.

Hello, sailor.

What on earth are you doing?

Enough with these
silly distractions, Lucy.

Excuse me!

The impossible bottle is a time-honored
craft of which I was recently reminded.

Mm-hmm. And what about
the prank you pulled on poor Dan?

Very important business.

It took weeks to plan,
and, uh, now that it's over,

I think I'm gonna learn the French horn.

Been meaning to do that.

Lucy. Lu... Lucifer!

We need to discuss Father.

God might be retiring, Lucy. God.

We need to figure out
what to do if he does.

Oh, that.

Well, if I have been avoiding something,
it's certainly not that.

Don't get your feathers in a twist.
There's nothing to figure out.

So Dad's retiring.
He's had quite a run, if you ask me.

The world can't be without a God.

You're right.

Somebody will replace him.

And by somebody, I mean you.

- Me?
- Don't play coy, brother.

You've been training for this
since you were in angel nappies.

God's right hand, the greatest warrior,

his bloody favorite son.

Well, you're not wrong there.

You have wanted this your whole life.

I've never said that.

You don't need to say it, brother.

Words are just words.

I know how you feel.

Honey-lemon whiskey sour?

I took a mixology course the other day.
Variety is the spice of life, you know.

Lucifer.

Being God isn't simple.

It's...

It's a big job.

The biggest.

How would I even
go about making that decision?

Well, in situations like these
when much is at stake,

I like to ask myself,
"What's your knee-jerk reaction?"

"You obviously want this,
so leap before you look."

Maybe that's how you used to act,
but, dear brother, you've changed.

Don't pretend otherwise. It's the therapy.

Linda has really
helped you to be more mindful,

to really think things through.

How dare you!

But maybe you're right.

Therapy has ruined me!

I've been overthinking all of my decisions
when really, the answer is at our feet!

"Just do it."

Well, not my feet. I'm clearly
a Louboutin man, but you know what I mean.

Thank you, brother.

Okay.

Sorry.
It's just, my French horn.

I'm just on my way to chuck it out.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk about us. I...

I know that I said I could wait
until you figured things out,

but now I realize
that I might not be able to.

This whole relationship limbo,
it's really hard, you know?

And it's now affecting other people,
like Trixie, for one.

And, you know, you are immortal,

so that means that I could be waiting
for a very long time. Like, forever.

But my point is, is that I can't wait,

and it's not because
you didn't say, you know, those words,

'cause, look, words are just words.

And I think I know how you feel,

but I...

Right now, I just... I need to know. I...

One way or another,
I need to know if we're together.

That's it.

Yes.

- Yes?
- Yes.

- Let's just do it.
- What?

It's obvious we want to be together,
so let's just stop overthinking it

and just be together!

Okay.

- Let's do it.
- Mmm-mmm.

- Sorry.
- Oh, your horn.

Mmm.

♪ This is how we roll ♪

♪ This is how we roll ♪

♪ This is how we roll... ♪

- Good morning, Miss Lopez.
- Hey.

Shall we?

You know what? No.

I am not even gonna ask this time.

Because you two are
the couple who cried "relationship,"

and I am not asking.

Okay, fine. I have to know.

Are you together or not?

- We are.
- Definitely together.

Well, it's about damn time.

Hey, guys, you're gonna
wanna brace yourselves for this one.

Brace ourselves? Why?

This seems pretty straightforward.

Yeah. Vic is Arthur Sterling,
the homeowner, gunshot would to the chest.

Safe was broken into, empty,
seems like a simple robbery gone wrong.

Yeah, and the murder weapon is
a pearl-handled .38 stolen from the safe.

It's not the murder. It's the murderer.

It says we already have a full confession
from a perp who was on the scene.

Daniel, are you overthinking this?
Careful, it could ruin your life.

Just follow me.

- Okay.
- Hmm?

Aww.

Doctor.

I did it.

I killed him.

Daniel, you could have warned us.

Linda, you killed that man?

I said I did, didn't I?

Okay. Why?

I think the more important question is,
why is it so hard to take me at my word?

Trust issues usually stem

from a problematic relationship
with a parental figure.

Mother, perhaps?

Oh, Detective, don't be fooled
by her sneaky therapist ways.

She's trying to trick you
into overanalyzing your emotions.

And before you know it, you'll be
second-guessing every decision.

I say we just do it.

- Do what?
- This.

Doctor...

what is it you desire?

I...

I wanna protect my child.

Linda, if someone's trying
to hurt Charlie, we can help you.

But how is getting arrested
for murder gonna protect him?

I think our time is up for today.

Okay, well, you've given me no choice.

Dr. Linda Martin,
you're under arrest for murder.

What the hell is going on here?

Please tell me you don't actually
believe Linda killed somebody.

She confessed, Maze.

You kill somebody?

- Yep.
- Who?

It was...

Doesn't matter.

Impulse crime.

It was a crime of impulse.

My kind of crime. All the best decisions
are made in the heat of the moment.

- Hypothetically, of course.
- And how did you kill them?

Really good.

And hard.

All the way dead.

- She's lying.
- We know.

The gun registered to her is a 9mm,

ballistics says
the murder weapon is a .38.

Not to mention, it's the doctor.

We just don't know why she's lying.

I don't either.

I was talking to her last night and...

- Linda.
- Zip it, Maze.

If you don't tell...

Nope.

- Linda.
- Unh-unh. Nope.

If you don't tell them, I will.

Well, quite the secret
you've been keeping from us.

A biological daughter
who doesn't know you exist?

Adriana.

And you've been stalking her.

More like...

keeping an eye on her. From a distance.

- Secretly.
- Of course, secretly.

A little harmless stalking
never killed anyone.

Okay, um...

After Maze tracked her down, I...

I told myself to be patient.

Wait for her to find me.
But I couldn't help it.

I had to see her.

So you just did it.

One can definitely understand that.

Yes, and good thing I did.

Even from a distance I could
tell she was mixed up in something bad.

Dangerous, even.

Is that why you bought the gun?

No, I bought that
after I was fried by a Goddess

and demons took my baby.

But it is why
I started carrying it with me.

Okay, Linda, you need to tell us
what actually happened last night.

Okay.

So I was tailing Adriana's car...

when suddenly she started
driving like a crazy person.

I knew something was wrong.

So when she went inside the house...

I followed her in,
and that's when I saw the body.

Did you see anyone else?

Okay, Linda, um,
I hate to say it, but it looks like...

Yeah, I know what it looks like.
That's why I turned myself in.

I know Adriana didn't do this.
She couldn't have.

- Why not?
- Because...

Because.

So I'm buying her time to get away
while the cops find the actual killer.

- Sounds like somebody's in denial.
- Hmm.

But if that's what your gut's telling you,
I'm right with you, Doctor.

Anyhow, we're gonna have to bring her in.

Well, then I hope by now
she's far away from here.

She's here.

She doesn't know about me,
and she can't find out. Not like this.

How would she even know who you are?

I met her once, at an open house.

It's a long story,
just promise me you won't tell her.

Oh.

I did it. I killed him.

Why?

I'm a realtor.

I just sold Mr. Sterling that house.

I knew he was going to be out of town.

And I knew the combination to his safe.

God, it was just
supposed to be a simple robbery.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

But Mr. Sterling came home
before he was supposed to and...

and he caught me red-handed.

So I shot him.

Do you have the murder weapon
or any of the stolen items?

No. I got rid of everything right away.

I wasn't going to confess.

But the guilt was too much.

That's all I have to say.

Okay, well,
we're gonna need a written statement.

She didn't do it.
I don't know why she's saying this.

Something feels wrong.

Hmm, speaking of things that feel wrong,
but the exact opposite,

the detective and I are together,
and everything feels right.

Neither of us holding anything back,
no unidentified feelings of unease.

- What?
- Well... any thoughts?

You know, on how splendid that is?

- You know she's lying, right?
- I don't know anything yet.

You said yourself she was
the only one you saw at the house,

and we have no other leads.

The scary guy.

Scary guy?

He's the reason
I thought Adriana was mixed up

in something dangerous in the first place.

The other day, I saw her arguing

with this big, intense, scary guy.

Well, there you have it.

First name Scary, last name Guy.
Let's go pick him up, Detective.

I memorized his license plate, in case
something bad happened. And it has.

Okay, we can put a BOLO out, but until
then, Adriana's gonna have to stay here.

Once we find him, you'll see. Scary guy.

Definitely the killer.

Definitely. Definitely. Definitely.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Let's see what you got, Clive.

A beanbag round?

You're not Clive.

Eve.

Maze.

Funny seeing you here.

Well, that's what you get
for bringing a beanbag to a demon fight.

The hell were you thinking?

That I'd impress you with my ninja moves.

I didn't, did I?

What are you doing here, Eve?

Okay, um...

You know
how I left to go find myself?

Yeah.

Well, I, uh...

tried a bunch of stuff,
and nothing quite clicked,

so I thought back to when I was happiest.

Do you remember that time we went
after that guy on that case together?

Vaguely.

Okay, I guess for you it was
just another day at the office, but...

...for me, it was...

different,

and challenging,

and...

...scary.

In a good way.

Anyway,

I realized what I had
to do to be happy, you know.

It was really quite clear. I don't know
why it took me so long to realize it,

but, um...

I had to become a bounty hunter.

Okay.

Good luck with that.

Wait! Aren't you
going after that Clive guy too?

We could go after him together.

I work alone.

Please!

- I could learn so much from you.
- Oh, good.

- You caught me on my mentoring streak.
- Uh...

Seventy-thirty split!

Eighty-twenty?

Deal.

Yay!

So I already
checked the place, you know,

no real clues as to where he could be,
but, um, check this out.

It's a Hollingshead.

His paintings go
for hundreds of thousands.

Huh.

What's an expensive piece of art
doing in a crappy house in Van Nuys?

Exactly what I'm wondering, Teach.

Don't call me that.

Right.

Excuse me, where's Adriana?

Who can I talk to about her?
Adriana Nassar.

- Somebody has to know something!
- Excuse me, hi.

I'm the detective on the case.
Can I help you? Thank you.

Oh, God, yes.

I'm Adriana's boyfriend. Owen.

She didn't do it, Detective.

Really? Yes,
I've been hearing that a lot lately.

What? You gonna confess too?

- What?
- Never mind.

Uh, do you have
any actual proof that she's innocent?

No. I don't.

But I think I know who might have done it.

Really? Go ahead.

Okay.

Adriana was having money trouble.

Did she tell you?

Uh, no.
She didn't tell us anything, actually.

I think she's afraid.

She took a bad loan.

She got mixed up with some sketchy people.

I overheard her fighting
on the phone with one of them earlier.

Do you know,
was it a guy named Clive Winter?

No, no, it was a woman.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Okay, well,
that gives me enough to work with.

Thank you so much, gentlemen.

- Oh.
- Drinks on the house.

Oh, l'chaim.

Table seven, on me.

So what was that all about?

Ah, just, uh...

just doing some research.

On what? Unflattering headgear?

You don't wanna know, trust me.
It's a lot to take in.

Bro, I've had my mind blown,

figuratively and literally,
so pretty sure I can handle it.

- I think I'm gonna become God.
- I'm sor...

What?

Well, my father...

he's retiring, and it appears
that I'm the obvious successor.

So that was a little celestial homework.

A focus group, if you will.

Asking people
what they would like to see in a god.

But enough about me, Dan.

How are you doing, buddy?

Have you recovered
from Lucifer's prank yet?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm having a little trouble focusing on...

I'm sorry.

Freaking God?

You're suddenly gonna
become the father of, like...

the whole world?

It's a little intimidating, honestly.

Sure, I'm sure, bro.

Talk about a promotion.
I couldn't even handle lieutenant.

I'm more of a "boots on the ground" type.

I like the nitty-gritty, day-to-day stuff.

But you're a big picture guy.
You're perfect for this.

The sky's the limit, except not.

Hey, congratulations, man.
I'm happy for you.

Thanks.

All right, so, the painting
Maze saw at Clive's house

traces back to this gallery.

- The owner's name is...
- Jamie. Is it Jamie? Say it's Jamie.

Right, and we're in a tizzy, why?

That's who the boyfriend said
Adriana fought with on the phone.

And she's connected with the guy
I saw threatening my daughter?

Shady. Shady. Let's get her to 'fess up.

Linda.

You said I could ride along because my
knowledge of the case could come in handy.

To be fair, you did say
you'd tail us if we didn't bring you.

I do think your privileged intel
is valuable to the case,

but you can't be there
when we interview a suspect.

Okay, fine.

I'll stay right here, then.

Oh. Why don't you
stay here with Linda?

Keep her company.

Of course.
Whatever you need, honey.

Did you notice the words of endearment
between the detective and me?

As I mentioned previously, we're together.

Uh-huh.

"Together" together.

Completely committed, no more
will-they-won't-they shenanigans. So...

And since you insist on asking,
it's going swimmingly.

I know what you're doing,
and it's not gonna work.

What am I doing?

Trying to get me to ask
about your relationship

so we can discuss whatever
emotional reservations you're having.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm a little preoccupied
with something else.

Emotional reservations,
why would I have any?

Actually, no. Don't answer that.

The last thing I need
is your professional opinion.

In fact, I've realized that therapy
has been a complete waste of my time.

Oh, my God.

Look.

Look, that's the exact same van
I saw at one of the houses Adriana sold.

Absurd. What kind of art
is transported in a flower van?

The stolen kind.

No, no, no, the detective
told us to wait for her here.

What happened to Mr. I-follow-my-gut?

Ooh!

Therapists.

Always using your own words against you.

Fine.

But we are following my impulsive lead.

Okay.

Jamie Evington?

Are you the owner?

Detective Decker.
Can I ask you a few questions?

What about?

Do you know Adriana Nassar?

I don't.

Well, didn't she sell your Malibu home?

Oh.

That Adriana.

I barely interacted with her.

And what about Clive Winter?
Does that name ring a bell?

No. Sorry.

That's weird, 'cause he has a painting
from your gallery in his house.

A lot of people have Hollingsheads.

I didn't say it was a Hollingshead.

It's most of my business.

I just assumed.

Now, if you will excuse me,
I have clients to tend to.

Really, darling, I can pick anything?

Oh, absolutely, darling. Van Gogh ahead.

Oh! Oh!

Yes! That would look exquisite
next to your vanity, sweetie.

Oh, the colors are so...

colorful.

Good eye.

The artist chose a vibrant palette

to express the complexity
of the couple's emotion.

Or maybe it's not complex at all.

I bet there's nothing
but bliss between these two.

No matter how much my dear Linda
insists on over-analyzing.

The only thing I'm getting is that
she's worried about her daughter,

and that he keeps making
everything about himself.

What a bold and...

oddly specific interpretation.

That is what I love about art.

It is so subjective.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

I will give you a few to ponder over it.

What are we doing?

Clearly Jamie is running
an art theft operation.

- Doesn't mean she killed Sterling.
- She didn't.

Clive did.

He's her muscle.
Don't you see? I mean...

He and Jamie must have strong-armed
Adriana into their crime scheme,

using her to gain access
into high-end houses with valuable art.

Perhaps, but without any proof,
we don't have any leverage,

so let's just leave it
to the professionals, shall we?

So?

Is the lovely couple
interested in the lovely couple?

Well, actually, uh...

we were wondering if you had
something a tad more exclusive?

We understand you have a talent
for acquiring art that is...

...otherwise engaged.

Hmm. I see. And, uh, what is it
that you are in the market for?

- Matisse.
- Monet.

Well, either is fine.

We collect impressionists
that start with the letter "M," don't we?

As long as they're unattainable,
elusive, prohibitive, beyond reach.

I usually only work with direct referrals.

Well, I can assure you
we are very reliable clients.

I always like to put
my Monet where my mouth is.

Actually, you know what?
I think we'll take the happy couple too.

Yeah.

Okay, then.

Victor at the front desk will take care
of the details for this one, and...

I'll be in touch about the impressionists.

Lovely.

For you, Detective.
Call it an impulse buy.

Thank you.
Never got a present from a sting before.

You're very welcome.

Sting? How was that a sting?

We got diddly squat.
Why aren't you mad that we went rogue?

- Because we didn't.
- Huh?

Lucifer secretly called me when you went
into the gallery. I heard the whole thing.

The detective listened in
whilst we charmed Jamie.

Well, I charmed. You babbled mostly.

Okay, then you know about
the fake floral van and the stolen canvas?

Mm-hmm. I had a feeling your knowledge
of the case would come in handy.

Okay, then you agree.

Clive's the killer,
and my daughter is innocent.

Yes, except why would Adriana
take the fall for Clive

if she wasn't involved somehow?

Because Ice Queen Jamie
must have been threatening her.

Didn't you see how intimidating she is?

Bet she could crack a nut with a Kegel.

That's why I needed Lucifer to crack her.

Doctor, what did I tell you
about leaving it to the pros?

The plan is already in motion.
Right, Detective?

Yes, I called in a phone tap warrant
after you baited her.

Now all we need to do
is wait for Jamie to call Clive,

task him with the search of our Monet.

Uh-huh. Ping his cell,
bring him in, now with leverage.

- If Adriana won't tell us what's going on...
- Maybe Clive will.

See, Doctor? Perfect match.

Ahh, Charlie.

Hey.

Hey.

Everything go okay?

Oh, yeah. Totes.

It was so much fun.

And you know
I absolutely adore Charlie,

but, uh, I will say, I don't know
how you guys do this all day,

every day, like, every day.

Yeah. It gets easier with practice.

And, you know, I...

- I actually really enjoy the nitty-gritty.
- Hmm.

The day-to-day, the magical stuff. It...

I don't know, it happens
in the small moments, you know?

Well, that was cheesy.
I'm sorry, I, uh...

No, you know what? I... I totally get it.

God is in the details.

Speaking of God...

- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

Is there anything that
you would change about him, you know,

if you could?

- Change? About God?
- Hmm.

No. I mean,
that's the whole point of faith.

Acceptance.

Right, but...

just for argument's sake.

Imagine if God was standing
right here in front of you, asking you...

"How can I do a better job?"

There's gotta be something you would say.

No.

No. I mean...

God is always there for me.

Always.

He loves me.

Probably more than anyone should, really.

What does that mean?

I have...

I have a lot of darkness.

And the big guy knows and...

he doesn't care.

He's all good.

Which is why I don't deserve him.

I disagree, Ella.

I do.

You see, I think if God was standing
right here, right now, in front of you,

that he would tell you to take
some of that faith that you have in him...

and put it in yourself.

That's...

Thank you for saying that, Amenadiel. I...

I'm gonna try.

Okay.

I'm gonna try.

♪ My mama warned be about things ♪

♪ She told me if I found her ♪

♪ Quit before she took my heart ♪

♪ And tore it into pieces ♪

So, why do we think this Clive guy's here?

Well, the cops traced a call
that artsy-fartsy bitch made to him.

His cell number pinged near this shady
warehouse that I'm very familiar with.

- Hmm.
- Call it an educated guess.

Right. Smart.

Good place to store stolen art.

Tell me, why is it
you chose this place to stake it out?

Because we can see him coming
without him seeing us.

Wow.

Here you go.

What's this for?

Oh, it's a flash grenade.

We're not gonna need a flash bang.
This is a stakeout.

Smart.

Good insight. See,
this is exactly why I'm shadowing you.

- So much to learn.
- Okay, know what? Stop.

- What?
- This whole novice act, okay?

- I'm not buying it.
- What?

I saw you fight back there.
You know what you're doing.

So why are you here, Eve?

All right, look,
this whole "finding yourself" business

is really freakin' hard, okay?

It's not like you turn a corner
and "Whoop, there I am!"

I had to really think
about when I was happiest.

Yeah. Bounty hunting.

You covered that earlier.

Except I...

kind of left some stuff out.

Okay, after I became a bounty hunter,

I realized my happiness
had nothing to do with the job.

I was happy because I was with you.

I know. Duh.

And I had no idea how to get you back.

So I looked you up.

I saw you were on this Clive bounty

and came up with this wacky plan.

I engineered an encounter.
I thought maybe it would be romantic.

But then, when you took my mask off,

you didn't exactly jump into my arms.

You looked real mad.

Like, real mad.

So I panicked, and I, uh, lied. I'm sorry.

Of course I was mad.

You broke my heart.

I did?

That's awesome.

I mean, that's awful. Awful.

I'm... I'm real sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

But I'm here now.

And I wanna be with you.

Someone's here.

Hey, check it out, this was opened.

Whoo! Shiny.

Matches the description of the gun
stolen from Mr. Sterling's safe.

Must be the murder w...

Watch out!

Maze.

Get off of me!

Not bad for a newbie.

Thanks, Teach.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Eve, you're shot.
Hey, look at me.

- Maze...
- You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, stay with me, Eve.

Eve. Eve! Eve!

Come on, stay with me!

Hang on. I got you.

Is Eve okay?

Um, I hope so.

She's in surgery at the moment.

Told you Clive was a scary guy.

And Jamie's muscle in the burglary scheme.
Right on both counts.

Maybe I should become a police consultant.

So are they letting Adriana go now?

Well, it seems that
you were right about something else.

Adriana was part of the scheme.

She was the one
who told Jamie and Clive

about the houses
that were ripe for the robbing.

Yeah, because they were forcing her to,
like I said. So who's our new suspect?

There is...

There is a new suspect, right?

Maze found the murder weapon
at the warehouse with the stolen items.

It had Adriana's prints on it.

Come on, no.

No, it can't be.

Why not? And please don't say "because."

Because!

Because if it is, I'm to blame.

It's my fault she's broken.

Anyway.
Enough with the bad news.

On to what really matters.

The detective and I just had...

A spat! A spat, I know! I saw.

I know, and now you want me
to weigh in on your relationship.

That's all this has been
from the start, isn't it?

You never really cared about helping me.

You just needed a ride-along therapist.

For once, I needed you to care
about someone other than yourself,

to care about me!

You know what? Lucifer, you're right.

Therapy has failed.

I've failed.

You're just as selfish
and self-absorbed as you...

What is she doing here?

Like I was saying...

the detective and I just had a chat,

and we decided to talk to Adriana again.

But all the evidence points to her.
You think she's guilty.

But you don't.

My self-centeredness aside,
I am trying to help. We all are.

And we're not giving up.

So...

shall we see
what your daughter has to say?

Nothing.

I have nothing to say.
I wrote down everything I know.

Well, we looked at your statement
and did some legwork.

There are some pieces missing
that we would like you to fill in.

Just close the investigation already.
I did it. That's all I'm gonna say.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Tell me, Adriana.

What is it you desire?

I want...

to protect my mother.

My mother's sick.

She has been for a while.

The treatment is expensive.

Is that why you're having money troubles?
Owen told us that.

Yeah. I mortgaged my condo,
depleted my savings.

I had nothing left.

Then you met Miss Thomas Crown Affair.

- Jamie approached you, didn't she?
- She said I'd make fast cash.

She promised no one would get hurt.

She convinced you
to give up your clients' alarm codes,

where the valuables were,
and when they wouldn't be home?

And Clive did the dirty work?

I tried to back out.

- I did.
- But they threatened you?

They said they'd kill my mom.

I felt trapped.

I was looking for a way out

when I suddenly heard about a last-minute
change in Mr. Sterling's travel plans.

He was coming home early,

on the night that Clive was
supposed to rob his place.

I panicked.

You tried to warn Clive?
Is that why you texted him?

Texted him? No, I called him,
and he wasn't picking up,

so I rushed over to the house and...

it was too late.

Clive must have been surprised
by Mr. Sterling and killed him.

Except Clive wasn't stripping down
Mr. Sterling's house.

He was at some strip club on The Strip.

Records show he was in Vegas that night.

According to him,
you called the sting off early.

He said you texted him Friday night.

Friday?

No, I didn't even hear about
Mr. Sterling's change of plans

until Saturday.

Right before I rushed over to the house.

I was at the movies on Friday night.

I didn't...

Please, you have to believe me.

All I want is to protect my mom.

All of this, I did for her.

Got it. Thanks.

Hey! So Adriana's mom's safe.
Did you find Linda?

No, it appears she's left.
Probably got too emotional for her.

Yeah. Oh, hi.

Control Freak Lopez for the win!

So, I myself didn't personally process
the murder weapon the first time around,

so I said, "Know what?
I should take another look,"

and winner, winner, chicken dinner!

The gun was wiped down, you guys.

And there was just
one Adriana fingerprint on it.

That's fishy.

And for the double whammy,
I also found methyl acrylate on the gun.

A drug I've never heard of or done.
Now that's fishy.

Oh, no. It's not a drug.

It's a substance found
on the sticky side of Scotch tape.

Someone used the tape
to transfer the print to the gun.

So Adriana was framed.

By Clive?

I don't think so,
I checked the phone records.

He's not lying.

Clive did receive a text
from Adriana calling off the job.

- Doesn't mean Adriana sent it.
- Right.

Who else had access to her phone
when she was in the movies?

If only the doctor were still here.

She'd probably know,
with all her stalking and whatnot.

I think I know who did this.

And that's a bad thing?

Only if Linda figured it out too.

Okay.

Owen.

You need to turn yourself in.

I got no idea who you are
and no idea what you're talking about.

I'm someone
who actually cares about Adriana,

not someone who pretends to care
while framing her for murder.

- Wait, what?
- I saw you step out of the theater.

I thought, "Aww, so polite,

he doesn't wanna text during the movie."

Well, polite my ass.

You were texting Clive on Adriana's cell,
telling him the sting was off,

so you could take the spoils for yourself.
You killed Mr. Sterling.

Give me the gun before
somebody throws you in the loony bin.

No, not until you confess.

You think I won't shoot, huh?

Oh, I get it.

I look like a good person.

Well, I'm not.

I've been a terrible mother.

I've done nothing
for Adriana her entire life.

This is the one thing I can do,
so I'm saving her from you.

One way or another.

Linda!

Put down the gun.

I can't let him get away with this.

He framed Adriana!

T-this woman is nuts.

Careful, that woman is a doctor,
and an excellent one at that.

- Linda.
- But...

Why would I frame my own girlfriend?

I was the one that told you
she was innocent, Detective.

You're also the one
who pointed the finger at Jamie,

which led us to the warehouse

and the murder weapon
that you planted, which was smart,

but now we have forensic evidence

that Adriana's print
was transferred to the gun.

You're under arrest.

No.

You did it, Doctor.

You saved your daughter.

Thank you.

Hey.

You look really familiar. Do I know you?

No, I don't think so.

Didn't you come
to an open house a while back?

I'm a realtor.

Oh. Right. Uh, maybe.

Maybe.

If you're wondering what I'm doing here
at the police station, I just, um...

These are my friends.

And, uh,
they were helping me with something...

important.

That's nice.

They helped me too.

Could have been really bad if they hadn't.

Yeah.

I mean, that's nice.

Well, I guess I should be going.

Hey.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thanks.

All right, Lucifer,
you have my undivided attention.

What is it you wanted to talk about?

The only thing
I want to talk about is you.

So. Have you told her you're her mom yet?

No. I'm being...

respectful.

Well, in the words
of a wise woman I know,

that sounds an awful lot
like avoidance to me.

Boundaries are important.

Says the stalker.

Why didn't you tell her, Doctor?

I do think it should be her choice.

But if I'm being honest, I guess...

I'm afraid.

Of rejection, I just...

Not that I have
a relationship with her now, I just...

I don't know. It doesn't make any sense.

It makes perfect sense.

You want to know her, to be with her,

it's everything you've ever wanted,
but you can't completely open yourself up

because deep down
you actually believe that you don't...

deserve her love.

Because she's so perfect,

and... you're just, well...

unworthy.

Awfully insightful of you, Lucifer.

Maybe you should become a therapist.

Oh, that was a mistake.

Well, you're looking less like death.

Ha! Thank you.

You know, back there when you got shot...

I hated that.

Yeah, it wasn't great
for me either.

I never felt like that before.
It was weird.

New, and I was...

Afraid?

Yeah. I guess.

I mean, I've felt fear before,
but that was a whole... other level.

Maze, are you saying
what I think you're saying?

I wanna be with you too, Eve.

There's something I want you to have.

Okay, it's...

Call it a family heirloom,
if you will. I just...

I just got it back from Lucifer.

I don't do fear,
so this should take care of that.

It has my mother's immortality in it.

So I think it will protect you.

This will make me immortal?

Mm-hmm. Hopefully.

I almost lost you again.

And I've never hurt like that before.

I guess I have grown a soul.

But if this is what a soul feels like,
I don't wanna feel it again.

Sweetie, I...

I don't wanna live forever.

Why the hell not?

Because I saw what it did to my son, Cain.

You saw it too.

Mortality is a gift.

It makes you appreciate life.

Just like fear made you appreciate me.

- No, I can't accept this.
- No, you have to.

You have to.

Okay? Or I can't do this.

- What?
- I'm trying to protect you.

No, you're trying to protect yourself.

I almost lost you, Eve.

I can't lose you again.

Don't you understand?

I love you.

Maze, I love you too, very much.

That's why this is so scary.

But we have to embrace that.

I can't.

- Yes, you can.
- I'm sorry.

M-Maze...

Maze.

Yeah? I got you.

Hi.

Linda, right?

Hi.

The police weren't helping you, were they?

You were helping them with my case.

Uh...

I just wanted to say thank you.

It was no big deal.

Would you like to come in?

Sure.

Okay.

Also, there was
an anonymous donation made

to the clinic
where my mom is being treated.

A very generous one.

Well, that's... that's wonderful news.

There's something
I've been wanting to tell you.

You're my mom.

Aren't you?

How did you know?

When you're adopted,

you look at everybody
who resembles you even a little bit.

Everybody who's in the right age range.

And you wonder.

So that day that I went to the open house.

I had my suspicions.

You and that other lady
acted so weird.

I wanted to tell you.

But I...

I didn't know if you'd want me.

I thought I should let you come to me.

Well...

Well...

here I am.

Here you are.

You have a baby?

I do.

Would you like to meet him?

Okay.

Okay.

Oh! Ooh-ooh! Okay.

This is Charlie.

Hiya. Hi, Charlie.

Oh, my God. Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Charlie.

I'm your sister.

♪ Like the world's never known... ♪

♪ The world's never known ♪

That's the kind of God
you're gonna be, isn't it?

Grave and weary.

It's just,

I thought I would be so eager
to take Father's place, you know?

But instead, I'm having doubts.

I think I actually understand.

You feel unworthy.

Uh, no. That's not it.

I definitely feel worthy.
Who else would be?

Nah, it's just, I spent so much time
looking down on humanity.

And now...

Lucy, I love living amongst them.

I've finally learned how to connect.
Built a life here.

Made friends. A family.

If I'm being honest,

I...

don't want any of that to change.

So what, you're thinking of backing out?

No.

That would be selfish, Lucy.
I must embrace my celestial duty.

- You should do what makes you happy.
- How I wish it were that simple.

Well, maybe it can be.

That is, if someone else
were willing to take the responsibility.

Someone worthy.

Who?

Me, of course!

This is exactly
what I need to prove myself.

- What?
- You heard me, brother.

I've just decided.

I'm going to be God.

♪ Well, you better be ready ♪

♪ 'Cause the future's here right now ♪