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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 kind of 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.

- 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 guys 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.

But it says here 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 for you
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.

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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 it's a good thing I did.

'Cause 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.

What? 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 right now
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.

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.

- But it doesn't mean Adriana actually 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.

Why don't you give me
the gun before somebody

throws you in the loony bin lady.

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.

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