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

and you've left hell behind

to take a vacation in Los Angeles.

Well, where else would I go?

I got it. I got it. The name.

The whole Lucifer thing.

And desire's, like, your superpower.

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

My god. Your dad did that to you?

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

Lucifer: Mum's powers are returning,

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

I'm afraid that this ends now.

Bloody hell, it worked!

- Who are you? - I should never have

got you involved in any of this from the start.

I just realized something that I need to do.

Detective,

I'm coming over now

to tell you the truth about me.

N n

j'j' mm, mm m

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you blind?

The day I've had, I tell you.

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

I... oh.

Dearie me.

At least I'm healing fast.

Do you have any aloe Vera?

I ain't going back to la.

What...

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

Wait.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh, yes, yes.

You're that jewelry thief,

the one who left in nothing but his manties.

You!

You got me put in jail!

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

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

let you screw this up for me again.

It's time for you to go.

Well, you are a tenacious one,

I'll give you that.

Respect

you one crazy-ass bitch.

Now, get out of the truck.

Now.

Look...

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

What's your name?

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

what is it you really desire?

I just want to get out of here, man.

Right, freedom, of course.

That hasn't changed.

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

Officer: Suspect heading towards us.

Prepare the blockade.

Officer: I can't see through.

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

Officer: Don't move!

Hello, there.

Hands in the air!

That won't be necessary.

I'm Lucifer morningstar,

consultant for the LAPD.

I've apprehended this stolen vehicle

and all of its contents.

- You're welcome. - Hands up!

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

I've just got into some clean clothes.

Partner name and badge number!

Oh, for goodness' sake. Detective Decker.

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

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

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

Hot as hell out here, isn't it?

Well, close, anyway.

- Checks out. - Well, of course

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

Okay.

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

he got away.

But not to worry.

I don't think he'll be bothering you

for a very, very long time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. Good.

You're here.

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

a little of everything.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Lucifer, what is all of this?

This is your new wellness regime.

I thought since I was responsible

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

And yes, Benjamin is part of the package.

He'll be back after dark.

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

Mm.

What? I just want to take care of you.

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes. Out with it.

What's going on?

Talk about insult to injury.

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

Are wings

like... body hair?

No. Don't be so ridiculous.

This is dad's latest stunt.

A celestial spanking, if you will.

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

Holy crap!

Exactly.

Mm. But it's no biggie.

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

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

bounty hunting again, and...

Well, I thought, what, with your medical expertise

- and training... - Even if! Was

that kind of doctor, I'm pretty sure

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

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

Well, god's your father, Lucifer.

And things are never simple with him.

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

They've returned

because dad is a control freak.

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

so he stuck my wings back on.

But I am not his Mr. Potato head.

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

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

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

Never mind all that.

Right now I need you to help me.

So come on, chop-chop.

No.

As your therapist, I'm sorry,

but I can't do this.

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

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

think this through before you do something rash.

I almost died because of your family drama.

Right.

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

Okay.

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

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

I'm unharmed.

Sup, wimp?

Detective, detective, I am so sorry.

You must have been so worried in my absence.

Your absence? I saw you two days ago.

I thought you were just avoiding meeting the new lieutenant.

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

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

Oh, is this about the message you left?

Message? Oh, right.

Uh, well, we will talk about that later,

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

Kidnapped you?

Okay, I'll play. Who kidnapped you?

I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

I don't know.

L-L-Look,

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

Your father kidnapped you?

Well, no, not him personally.

God never gets his own hands dirty, does he?

Uh-huh.

You don't believe me.

Uh-huh. Sorry.

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

- Okay, fine. - Mm-hmm.

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

Come on. Come on!

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

n I dare you to knock me out if

j'j' knock me out. If

Lucifer: Yes, I'm sure.

It's just... past this shrub.

Well, I don't see anything.

What? I...

Ah! Ha-ha! Footprints.

Those are mine.

Oh. Well...

Well, then the wind must have blown

the crime scene bare, detective,

because I am not lying.

Someone kidnapped me. I was outside the hospital,

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

So this was about that message.

Look, luchen

if you regret what you said, if this kidnapping tale

is some elaborate distraction, you can just stop.

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

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

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

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

What?

I believe you.

N n

Ella: Soaked in sweat, parched and starving,

he scraped, clawed his way towards the light,

but, ironically,

the only thing stronger than his desperate desire

to live was...

The sun... its relentless heat

literally cooking him, until one last...

Breath...

And he's gone.

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

Whoever killed this dehydrated sap

is clearly responsible for my devil-napping.

I mean, the location's far too coincidental.

Who is he, and what does he

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

Owner and ceo of angelette hotel.

Steve banales. That's strange.

Never heard of him.

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

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

Hey, Jerry. I think I found some footprints.

What? No, those are mine.

Amateurs.

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

Lucifer, this is Lancaster pd.

The crime scene is on the la. Border,

so they're here helping.

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

Geez. These Lancaster guys are a bunch of tools.

0h.

Dan: Speaking of tools, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, hey, detective? Detective?

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

Hey, guys, look at this.

Finally. A clue.

An llall?

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

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

Want to make sure we didn't miss anything.

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

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

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

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

"The red tape beyond the yellow tape."

Riveting.

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

Yup, you did.

Anyway, big fan.

The guy is a serious rock star.

I can't believe he transferred here.

We are so lucky.

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

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

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

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

I'm lieutenant Marcus Pierce.

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

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

all right, back to it.

Uh, detective Daniel espinoza.

Heard a lot about you, lieutenant,

and I'm really excited to work with you.

I wish I could say the same.

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

Excuse me?

No. Excuse me.

You must be Lucifer.

Morningstar. Pleasure.

There was an investigation last year.

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

I think I'll refrain from physical contact

if you don't mind.

You don't seem reckless.

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

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

Oh. Quick read then?

- Hardly. - Well, I, for one,

don't need a file to ascertain

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

Accurate.

Okay!

Hi. I am detective Decker.

Lucifer's partner. I know.

Actually, he's mine.

Uh, uh, consultant, to be exact.

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

Well?

Isn't he amazing?

We just had the best conversation

over the doughnuts I brought for him...

Everyone, not just him. I'm not

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

Doughnuts for everyone! Doughnuts!

- Right. - Wow.

- Wow. - Lucifer.

I've been looking all over for you.

Uh, through here. Go.

So what happened?

It was terrible, brother.

I was kidnapped.

No, luci. I meant mom.

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

What? You mean the string of nonsensical emojis?

Fire, sword, doughnut, spaceman,

clock, dancing lady, flashlight, thumbs up.

How am I supposed to know what that means?

I ignited the flaming sword,

used it to cut a hole in space and time,

mum's light flooded through it,

then it closed up behind her. All good!

Mom's... mom is gone?

Yes.

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

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

the good news is...

You get your necklace back.

And we all know how attached to that you are.

So, back to more current issues.

Me and my kidnapping.

Now, clearly dad is behind it,

but the question is, who's his emissary,

and how were they able to render me unconscious?

Either they used some kind of celestial weapon,

or the detective was nearby.

And if it's the latter, then it has

to be someone who knows she makes me vulnerable.

Hang on.

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

- What? - Of course.

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

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

Luci, I didn't get my powers back.

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

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

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

No.

Not yet.

Well, isn't that ironic?

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

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

That's not ironic.

Well, not ironic ironic.

More... Alanis morissette ironic.

Anyway, the point is,

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

You probably just need... a good nap.

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

- What? - We got a suspect.

Prints on the key chain.

First, it looked like it had been wiped down.

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

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

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

I'm Ella.

- Amenadiel. - I mean,

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

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

Whoa.

Someone works out.

Now I know who carries

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

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

Oh, brother?

About your problem... yeah.

I think I might have just the remedy.

I'll text you the info later.

Words this time, please!

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

The two own this hotel.

Lucifer: Well, this is a mug shot.

Has he got a record?

Yeah. Possession of an exotic animal.

A tiger, I think.

Oh, that's illegal? Too bad.

Yeah, anyhow, looks like

Josh and Steve both come from family money.

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

Imagine, buying your own establishment

just to justify your decadent lifestyle.

It's absurd.

Yeah. Absurd.

Thank you.

N you are our secret j'j'

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

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

j'j' on the weekends j'j'

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

Chloe: Josh Hamid?

Who wants to know?

Detective Decker, LAPD.

I imagine you recognize me.

You got a nice set of cans for a cop.

Right. Whilst I don't disagree,

that is incredibly disrespectful.

Perhaps I should teach you some manners.

Lucifer, I got this.

Got a nice ass, too.

Yeah? Well, I also got these,

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

I told you Steve was up to something.

You want to cuff me, honey?

You're gonna have to catch me.

Lucifer: Excuse me.

Oh, you've got a gun.

Scary.

Hey, you tell Steve I am officially impressed.

You think this is funny?!

Lucifer!

Well, maybe it's a bit funny.

So, Josh...

Why did you kidnap me?!

I swear, I've never seen you

before you tried to kill me today!

Really, joshy.

Excuse us.

What?

- What are you doing? - Consulting.

Then consult less.

So you say you don't recognize Lucifer,

but you do admit to knowing Steve banales, correct?

Then did you do this to him?

This is a joke, right?

We found this at the crime scene

with your fingerprints all over it.

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

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

- Fake? - Yeah.

They get paid to abduct people.

I hired them for Steve.

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

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

The more money we made, the crazier the prank.

The fake kidnapping was retaliation

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

What's the name of the company?

Snaatched.

Super under the radar.

I-I got the deluxe package.

Ah. Well, they delivered.

They were supposed to nab Steve for 48 hours,

tie him up in a warehouse,

stick him in the desert, and then drop him back

at the hotel. When he didn't show,

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

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

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

High school. Hot tub high school.

She wasn't in the sequel.

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

Look, here's the thing, joshy.

I can assure you we are quite real,

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

so tell us what you know about this snaatched.

N n

All right, luci, I got your text.

What's this magical remedy of yours?

N n

hi. I'm remedy.

I'm here to rub you.

Uh, give you a massage.

0h.

Well, why not?

Lovely. Um, please remove your clothing

and get under the towel.

We're gonna need a bigger towel.

I know where they are.

I'll be right back.

Oh, man. I searched the ip address,

like, a zillion times and it keeps pinging

to some random Russian server.

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

Something we missed at the crime scene perhaps?

I wish. All we found there was that key chain

and our second victim.

- Wait. Second victim? - Leo.

Once a vibrant rock squirrel.

Now... roadkill.

Judging from his time of death,

about 16 hours before Steve died of dehydration.

It's pretty likely the kidnappers

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

Poor guy never even saw it coming.

So, did you lift any tire treads?

Sure did.

Leo was squashed by a ryuk road crusher tire.

Commercial grade.

Only 850,000 sets produced.

- In the world? - Ella: Nope.

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

You know, there still is one angle

that we haven't quite explored yet.

And that is your connection to the case.

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

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

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

Or to actually hurt you, like Steve?

Definitely the latter.

My father is not a jokester.

Right.

Right. So, say your father

did hire these fake kidnappers...

-He did.

- Hmm. - Any idea why?

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

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

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

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

Wi...

What?

Okay, detective. I understand your confusion.

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

you're a woman of logic and reason.

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

You require proof.

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

So perhaps you should sit.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, right.

Yeah. Maybe I should... leave.

You know, uh, third wheel.

Watch out.

Okay.

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

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

Well, I do.

I have tried to be honest with you,

but if I'm being honest with myself,

and I have held the real truth back from you,

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

Which is why I want to show you.

Lucifer, whatever it is

that you want to show me

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

I'm here for you.

Okay.

Then, once and for all,

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

Okay.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, my god. What? Are you gassy?

Why is it not working?

Why isn't what working?

What? I don't understand.

I do.

You know, I keep caring,

and you... you just...

Just"

no, detective! I...

Really am the devil.

Well, that sucks.

Dead ends piss me off.

Which is why I don't believe in them.

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

There has to be a way to find them.

Chloe: You're right.

If Muhammad won't come to the mountain,

the mountain must go to Muhammad.

I have no idea what that means, decken

well, someone needs to get kidnapped.

Now, there's an idea.

That I was just suggesting.

No one likes a credit hog, decken

now, who would be the bait?

Well, I'd like to volunteer.

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

If these are the same guys that abducted,

allegedly, Lucifer, they're gonna recognize him.

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

Everything.

Esperanza.

Es-espinoza.

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

I have the most experience in the field,

so if something goes wrong, then...

You're expendable.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Now go get kidnapped, Esperanza.

If I'm telling everybody charge up the power if

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

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

We're closed.

We ran out of meat.

All right, Daniel.

You're not allergic to gerbils, are you?

Just making some last-minute adjustments

to the questionnaire.

Hhafious.

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

Yes. Tour bus pickup.

Olvera street.

Exactly one half hour from now.

All right, good.

Hey. You know the team

will intervene before anyone gets hurt, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

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

you're not alone.

He's not a fan of mine, either.

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

You are my partner!

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

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

It's because of Charlotte.

0h.

Yeah, after everything that happened at the beach,

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

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

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

- Well, um... - Whatever.

I'll get over it.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Yes, I'm sorry, too, Daniel,

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

Pierce: T minus 20, people.

Take your Mark, espinoza.

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

Okay.

Uh, Daniel.

- Listen, uh... - Come on.

Oh, right. Undercover, yes.

Listen, I know you were talking about Charlotte.

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

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

And as much as I appreciate the pep talk,

Lucifer, it was kinda you that got me

in the whole Charlotte mess in the first place.

So maybe you should just

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

Good talk.

My side of the street.

That's a good idea.

Leo?

0h.

Hey. I'm sorry to bother you,

but do you have any idea where my brother went?

He's ignoring my phone calls.

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

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

0h.

Can I help?

That's very nice of you, but no.

It's personal.

You a believer?

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

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

I mean, even the most

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

Like Leo here.

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

but he's still valuable evidence.

That's the thing. You never know

when your rock-bottom pain and humiliation

can end up helping others.

I mean, god works in mysterious ways.

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

he does it for a reason.

Has this, um,

Leo provided you with a break in your case?

Not yet.

But you got to have faith, right?

Right. Right.

The kidnappers are seven minutes late.

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

I'm worried.

Where are they?

They'll be here.

Come on.

Come on, be here. Be here.

Oh, lovely. Right on time.

Hello. Right. How do we do...

Oh, careful. I bruise like a peach.

Easy.

Seriously?

Lucifer: Ah, there you are.

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

Very blood simple.

Coen brothers movie?

No?

0h.

Well,

hello, kidnappers.

Finally, I have you right where I want you.

Let's see, so many questions,

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

Hmm? How did you render me unconscious?

Ow. What are you doing?

Stop it, that tickles.

We used this last week, right?

Yeah.

Did you forget to charge it?

No. I didn't forget to charge it.

Dude.

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

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

Where were we?

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

And remind me to kick his ass

for humiliating me in front of Pierce.

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

Look...

Don't worry, Chloe.

Lucifer can take care of himself.

Found Lucifer's phone...

In some bushes on Alameda street.

Kidnappers must have tossed it.

What about, uh, traffic cams?

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

I checked everything within a mile radius. Nada.

Must have grabbed him in a blind spot.

Unfortunately,

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

Man:

Can't... breathe!

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

Oh, come on, man. Ask us anything!

All right.

My face... how did you do it?

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

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

We've never seen you before, man!

Yeah, man.

Never heard of you before today.

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

and that you got a thing for gerbils.

I suppose you also deny abducting Mr. Banales

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

He's the client from last week, man!

Right, man.

His friend got him the deluxe package.

We did the detail work here,

and then our partner Sam picked him up,

took him to the spider hole for a few hours,

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

it seems your colleague took a detour.

Where does this Sam live?

Koreatown!

It's a pink building on leeward.

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

Lovely. Thanks for your help.

Hey, man!

Will you let us go, man?

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

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

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

Maybe Lancaster has something.

We're screwed.

Or not.

Remember the detective who found the key chain?

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

They only sent patrol units to the scene.

Whoa. You think that was our guy?

Killers often return to the scene of the crime.

Dan: Which means

he wasn't finding evidence.

He was trying to steal it.

Should have known.

Why should you have known?

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

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

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

with facial recognition software.

Here he is.

But his back's to us.

You guys... oh, my gosh.

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

- What? - Who?

Leo. See, look.

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

walking towards that Van.

Ryuk road crusher tires.

Commercial grade.

That's the Van that ran over Leo.

I mean, this pretty much confirms

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

So maybe we can get an ID.

Let's run the license plate.

Remember me?

It's you.

Yes.

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

and then dumped in the middle of the desert,

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

introduce yourself.

- I'm Sam. - Yes, yes,

I know that, but what are you?

And how did my father get his hooks into you?

Your father?

Oh, come on, don't be coy.

Let me see.

Unless dad got jiggy with some celestial babe

after mum, then you're not my sibling,

so... demon. Hmm?

Changehng?

I work for an extreme kidnapping company.

Snaatched.

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

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

This should take care of you.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! I... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left you in the desert.

I really am.

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

I... he was just a routine gig.

I was gonna swap him for you,

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

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

Well, duh! Wings that you put there

at the behest of my father!

- Now stop lying! - I'm not!

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I swear.

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

but you scared the hell out of me.

Right, you listen, Sammy,

I know you're just the messenger,

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

Idefine who I am, not him.

Me!

Oh, bloody hell.

They're back, aren't they?

How?

How are you doing this?

Did my father give you some kind of totem?

A talisman?

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

I don't know what's happening.

And I don't know your dad.

Unless, is your, is your dad the sinnerman?

Quite the opposite. Who's the sinnerman?

That's, that's who,

who hired me to kidnap you.

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

Huge crime boss. I owed him big time.

But because I didn't finish the job,

I'm as good as dead now.

That's why I was running.

And where do I find this sinnerman?

You don't.

He finds you.

Chloe: Lucifer?

Get up.

Come on, get up.

Put your hands behind your back.

- What happened to you? - I...

I don't know.

Decker, it ain't good.

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

And, even though we caught our guy,

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

but here's what you got to know

about our unorthodox methods...

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

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

He's mine, too.

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

And will be even more so when I stop investing

on a, um... personal level.

I am here to solve crimes.

Not to see his... his thing

or whatever, which is...

Not something that you need to know.

Right. Look, point is,

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

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

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I just came down here

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

0h.

W-Wait, how is that possible?

Don't know.

Friends in high places, I guess.

But there's got to be something.

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

You do what you can, Decker.

You can't save them all.

0h.

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

or whatever.

Oh, hello, brother.

So, did remedy cure what ails you?

Did her massage make anything

pop out?

Talking about your wings, of course.

No, mine are still absent.

But yours, on the other hand...

Oh.

Lucifer, I'm not angry with you

that you somehow got your wings back,

or even that you cut them off again,

as foul as that may be.

I'm angry with myself.

Because somehow I made you feel

like you couldn't confide in me.

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

especially between brothers.

But that's just it, luci.

My ego should never be an issue.

I am an angel.

A soldier of god.

His favorite son.

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

Listen, father, he...

Works in mysterious ways.

I was tested once and I failed.

I'm not gonna fail again.

Because this time, I have faith.

Excehent

and I suppose this won't bother you.

But you...

You cut them off.

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

this time around.

Well, like I said, I have faith.

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

Uaughi n. Yeslgy

if you mean his plan to continually manipulate

and control me, then agreed.

Because, by the way,

he didn't just give my wings back,

he took my devil face as well.

Luci, do you realize what this means?

Perhaps father is trying to show you that,

that you've been forgiven.

What if I don't want his forgiveness?

But, brother, if you can be redeemed,

that means that anyone can.

Now, isn't that divine?

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

Have you ever heard of someone named the sinnerman?

The sinnerman?

No.

Why?

That's who kidnapped me.

At first, I thought it was a...

An emissary on earth

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

the more I think...

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

But something much,

much darker.