All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E04.BDRip.x264

Previously, on Lucifer...

Doctor, someone is forcing
those wings on me.

They took away my devil face.

I won't stand for someone
making me something I'm not.

Linda: But your wings,

- they grew back?
- They did.

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."

Amenadiel: And even though
he doesn't realize it,

everything he does
seems designed to hurt me.

To test you?

My test is Lucifer.

It's always been Lucifer.

I'm Lucifer bloody morningstar.

I do favors better
than anyone else.

Or at least I used to.

And I think that maybe

it's about time
I got back in the game.

So, tell me, what's
your deepest, darkest fantasy?

To have sex in the ball pit
at a Chuck E. Cheese.

- Not what I was expecting.
- I mean,

the thought of getting caught,
it just turns me on.

All right, well, I'd rather
eat a plate of warm mayonnaise

than visit that child-laden
cesspool, but, um...

You are a persuasive one,

- aren't you?
- Yay.

Ooh, let's practice.

Why not?

Man: Lexy, darling?

- I'm home.
- 0h, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's not supposed to be
back until tomorrow.

Quick. Hide.

Lexy.

Relax.

I'll handle this.

J” I'm begging you
for more, ah, ah j”

j" chainsmoking your love... j“

what the hell?

Rest easy. I'm not a thief.

Your valuables are
untouched... unless, of course,

you consider your wife
a valuable.

In that case,
I've touched her several times.

Twice this morning.

Who the hell do you
think you are?

Lucifer morningstar, your honor.

My apologies. I had no idea
I was dealing with a man

of such stature. In my defense,

when we came in last night,

I was blindfolded
by your wife's underwear, so...

You're messin'
with the wrong guy, pal.

Ah, violence... now we're
getting somewhere interesting.

Come on, let it flow. Tell me,

is kicking my ass
what you truly desire?

No.

No, I just...

I... I want a friggin' nap.

Look, I know I'm a cliché.

I married the yoga instructor.

But you wouldn't believe
the body on that girl.

Wouldn't I?

Right.

So you get it.

- Mm-hmm.
- In the beginning,

it was great... partying
all the time, there was...

Tons of sex.

You must have felt
like a new man.

But then... let me guess...
It became...

Exhausfing.

All of that.

Sex, partying,

and... Coachella.

- Ooh.
- That's not who I am.

In all honesty, I just...

I just want to chill
with my ex, Marsha.

She engaged my mind.

Well, truth be told,
I've been experiencing

an identity conundrum myself.

Well, that was until I realized
that the best way

to remind myself
of the devil I am today

is to fully embrace
the devil I used to be.

Are you saying
I should call my ex?

Absolutely.

And I can help you.

How?

By graciously keeping
your new bride

sexually satisfied while you
reconnect with your old wife.

Yeah?

Deal?

Uh, deal

but don't forget...

Now I've done you a favor,
you owe me one.

Of course.

Wh-whatever you want.

Lovely.

Right.

Mm.

I, uh, better get on with
my end of the bargain.

Lexy, darling,

the devil's back.

Hey, lieutenant. You busy?

Depends what you're
gonna ask me next.

Well, uh, in an effort
to strengthen

my own professional identity
within the department,

I'd like to take on
some added responsibility.

I'd like to be put up
for the open union rep position.

Request denied.

Can I ask why?

See, one of the few benefits

of having the "I" and the "t"
in front of my name

is I don't have
to explain myself.

Anything else?

No.

Detective.

New body just dropped.

Since you're here,

you might as well take it.

Ella: Whoa.

What was that about?

- You could tell just by watching?
- Oh, my god, yeah.

He is so into you.

- You're joking.
- Uh, no.

Scorching fire. Five-alarm.

But all I'm gonna say.

I, uh, heard we caught a body.

I'll grab my kit.

J'j'

Amenadiel:
Lucifer. Where have you been?

Saving a marriage.

Listen, I've been waiting
here to tell you that

I finally figured out
what my task is from father

- to get my powers back.
- Ah? Well,

this should be
the opposite of interesting.

It's you, brother.

You...

Are my task.

Slightly more interesting.

How am I your task?

I have no idea.

I mean, am I supposed
to help you, teach you?

You see, I was sent down here
to be with you for a reason.

Now, maybe... maybe that means
I'm supposed to learn from you.

Well, if you really
need to understand me, brother,

then you must first...

Walk a mile
in my Italian loafers.

Walk a mile in your shoes?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Well, tell me how to...

- "Lucifer."
- oh, baby steps.

It took eons to perfect this.

All right, first off,
a... a makeover.

Clothes.

Shoes.

Here's an idea: Try smiling.

Right.

We can work on that.

Through there, my closet,
I Grant you...

Entrée to all things me.

And give me your phone.

Okay.

Right.

Now you have access
to all my social media accounts:

Instagram, Snapchat, grindr.

Go.

Release your inner devil.

But what should I do first?

Oh, I don't know.

Get laid. Play the piano.

Punish evil.

Just, whenever you're faced
with a choice,

ask yourself the question: Wwld?

What would Lucifer do?

J'j'

j'ohohohj'

j” whoa, oh oh oh j”
j” you won't believe me j”

j” na na naj”
j” if I told you j”

j” oh, oh j” j” na, na, na j”

j" oh, oh j”

j” na, na, na j”

j” oh, oh, oh j”

j” you won't believe me j”

j” if I told you. J”

hey. Got an ID?

Yep. Meet Emily Goddard.

23.

Counselor here.

Body was found in the trough.

"Firehawk ranch
transformational center."

Yeah, it's a high-end
reform program

for juvenile
drug offenders and addicts.

Lucifer: Oh.

Really?

So, what, she drown?

No.

Stabbed.

In her office, upstairs.

Then took a tumble

out the window, and...

Splashdown.

We have a murder weapon?

Nothing yet.

But... from the depth
of the wound,

blunting on one side...

I'd say we're looking
for either a knife

or a tool with a...

Four-to five-inch
serrated blade.

So this, uh, so-called
"reform program,"

it claims to transform
bad kids into good ones?

Only reform program
I ever knew was

my abuelita's boot.

It was pretty effective.

I'm sure.

Oh, there's the guy in charge.

Chloe:

Detective Chloe Decker.
And he is...

Very skeptical.

Jerry blackcrow...
Founder of firehawk ranch.

- This is terrible.
- Do you know anyone

who may have wanted
to hurt Ms. Goddard?

No. She was one
of my best counselors.

Everyone adored her.

Any idea what happened, then?

Someone must have snuck
onto the property and done this.

Well, we're surrounded
by ne'er-do-Wells,

and he thinks the culprit
came from the outside.

Delusional.

Killer's obviously here.

Probably him.

Shifty eyes.
Or... no, sorry... her.

The ginger... she's got

that "I like to watch the life
drain out of people" look.

- Okay.
- Like I'm the only one who sees it!

No way one of my kids did this.

They all walk the firehawk path.

This is a place
of transformation.

Uh, no. This is a scam.

People can't be changed.

Trust me, I know.

Perhaps they just need
the right kind of motivation.

As a former addict and ex-con,

I'm living proof
that people can change.

Our kids graduate
to better lives.

Sorry to get all interrupty,
but they just found

this tool belt
in the victim's office.

Looks like an item's missing.

Pruning saw's gone.

Let me guess... four to five
inches, serrated blade?

It's our missing murder weapon.
Whose tool belt is that?

One of the residents.

Only they receive them.

Oh, well, game, set, match moi.

It appears one of your pupils

has just graduated
to murder one.

J'j'

- "Nine five four four."
- We keep strict records

of all the equipment
issued to the kids.

Taking care of your gear

is the sixth stepping stone

on the firehawk path to healing.

Ah, is stepping stone seven,
"use said gear

to kill someone you hate"?

Uh, excuse me.

What is that? The badge.

Jerry: Uh, those are
Colin's firehawk wings.

Highest honor here.

Wings as an honor?

Is this a joke?

No. It's part of
the reward system.

The better the residents behave,
the more benefits they earn.

Wings are only given to those
who have truly reformed.

They get the most sought-after
privileges, like...

- Computer time, phone calls...
- So, h-hold on.

You curtail the free will
of these rebellious souls

by making them follow
your rules,

and then you trick them
into thinking

they've changed by
giving them wings?

A most vile manipulation.

And completely unoriginal,
I might add.

- Lucifer...
- Tyson chase.

The tool belt... it was
assigned to Tyson chase.

Where can we find Tyson?

Well, it appears Tyson used
his wings to fly the Coop.

Still think people can change?

Jayj jayj

jayj jayj

j”ayj” j”heyj”

j” chocolate j”

j” chocolate j”

j” ay, just cashed the check j”

j” and I'm 'bout
to blow it all on chocolate j”

j” yeah, I'm 'bout
to blow it all on chocolate j”

j” sweet tooth, baby,
make that dollar stretch j”

j” chocolate j”

j” chocolate j”

j” chocolate j”

j” uh, I feel my sweet tooth
acting up j”

j” all I need is you
to go on 'head j”

j” back it up,
honey, paper sack brown... j”

tell me, what is it you desire?

For you to move
so I can talk to my boyfriend.

Oh. S-S...

Sorry about that.

J” yum, yum, yum, yum j” j”all I
need is you to go on 'head, back it upj”

j” yum, yum, yum, chocolate j” j” all I
need is you to go on 'head, back it upj”

j” all I need is you to go on
'head, back it upj” j” chocolate j”

j” back it up, back it up, back it
up, back it upj” j” chocolate j”

hello, there.

J” back it upj”

- guess what?
- What?

You get to have sex with me.

J” blow it all on chocolate j”

j” sweet tooth, baby,
make that dollar stretch j”

-j” chocolate j”
-didn't go as planned.

J” chocolate j”

j” chocolate j” -

J” chocolate j”

-j” you ever find yourself
stuck in between j” -hi.

J” a rock and a hard place,
sleep for a dream j”

j” I'm hard and a heartless
king without a queen j”

you want to buy me a drink?

J” we ain't throwing racks,
I'm just throwing d j”

j” and makin' music for the
people that be... j” j” chocolate. J”

Chloe: Tyson's father

in jail, mother's dead.
Foster care.

In and out ofjuvie
since he was seven.

Record is sealed.

Judging by the size of his file,

firehawk ranch was probably
Tyson chase's last stop

before a long stay
at chino or San Quentin.

Hmm. You get something from mta?

Yup. Camera caught him exiting
a station in Hollywood.

No sign of him after that.

Hey, Decker, how's it going
with the firehawk case?

Very well, sir.

Uh, murder weapon still missing.

Although, we've
identified the suspect.

Tyson chase. He's a resident.

There's a bolo out.

So no one's in custody yet?

Not yet.

Thought you'd be further along.

Wow.

Why is Pierce such a dick to me?

Who cares?
He's a dick to everybody.

No, but I seem to be getting

extra helpings of
his dickishness.

I know he's
considered a rock star

downtown with the suits, but
if he's got a problem with me,

I want to find out,
I want to fix it,

and I don't want it
messing with my career.

Maybe you're not the problem.

Lucifer!

Mm.

Well, looks like someone could
use a single malt cappuccino.

Single malt latte?

Chloe: I'd prefer

if you helped us find
Tyson chase.

Your focus has been
all over the map on this case.

Well, I forget how much you've
come to rely on me these days.

Allow me to consult.
Catching this little

degenerate is quite simple.

Whatever Tyson's sin was
in the past, he's back at it.

And you know why?

People don't change.

We don't know his crimes.
His record is sealed.

Tyson's a minor.

Well, I'll call a judge,
get it unsealed.

It may take a few days.

Or not. I may have a way
to cut a few corners.

Getting caught cutting corners
is the last thing

I need right now, Lucifer.

It'll be better
if I handle it alone.

Go fish.

Ah. Hello, judgey.

And this must be Marsha.

Uh, Lucifer.

- What do you want?
- That favor returned.

I need your help proving

a young deplorable
hasn't reformed and never will.

So... your turn to pick

from the pile, I think.

J'j'

Bravo.

Quick. I mean, not
vin diesel quick,

but impressive nonetheless.
Scoot over.

Well. Tyson chase.

Your record said you
liked to steal cars

to pay for your drugs.

Vintage muscle cars,
to be precise.

And you've been
arrested here twice.

I guess third time's a charm,
and by charm, I mean me.

Yeah, but my record's sealed.
How'd you know?

I called in a favor.

'Cause I need to prove to that
charlatan at firehawk ranch

that you are and always
will be a criminal.

Whatever, man.

Look, if you a cop,
I got nothing to say.

Nothing matters anymore anyway.

I'd rather die than go back.

Well, that can be arranged.

Oh!

- Whoa! Oh, oh, oh.
- J” I'm gonna take my baby j”

- whoa, whoa, whoa, man! Okay, okay.
- J” on a little joy ride... j”

chill out. Chill out.
Chill out! Slow down.

- Slow down.
- I'm not gonna slow down, Tyson.

You said you wanted to die.
Do you want a quick death,

- or a slow death?
- No! I take it back. Stop. Stop.

Hey, man,
what... what you doing?

J” crash like lightning,
crash like thunder... j”

okay, look, I take it back,
all right? I take it back.

I don't want to die. I'll come
with you, tell you anything.

Smells like you
might need a change

of underpants first, Tyson.

I present to you
one unreformable gnat

- to answer for his crimes.
- Where did you find him?

I witnessed the little reprobate
stealing a getaway car,

so I carried out
a citizen's arrest.

Like I said,
once bad, always bad.

Look, get this psycho dude
away from me!

He almost killed me!

Hello, kettle.

Pot calling.

However, I must commend you on
your choice of murder weapon.

- Murder weapon?
- Chloe: We found your tool belt

in Emily Goddard's office,

minus the pruning saw
that you used to kill her.

Wait. Emily's dead?

Oh, my god.

- You think I killed her?
- Yes.

No. Look, I loved Emily.

I'd never hurt her.

People heard you fighting,
Tyson.

Because she wouldn't talk to me.

I just wanted to talk.

About what?

Look, I turned 18,

and didn't have to stay
at the ranch anymore.

I wanted her to come with me.

Look, we kissed one time...

But she said it was... she...

She said it was a mistake.

She wouldn't leave.

Oh, no.

She rejected you?

So you killed her!

This is all my fault.

Oh, finally, we're
getting somewhere.

No. Look, if-if I hadn't left,
Emily would still be alive.

- I could've protected her.
- From who?

Uh, she was worried about

expelling a resident.

Said everything had gone
to hell.

That's why
she wouldn't talk with me.

That's why we fought.

Look, please,
you have to believe me.

- Filthy liar.
- I believe him.

My gut tells me it's not him.

And I want to
explore this mystery

resident that Emily
wanted to expel.

How much walking and talking

like a murderous,
sociopathic duck is necessary

for us to realize the
killer is sitting in our laps?

Something you'd like
to add here, espinoza?

Uh, no. Sorry. I just...

I need to go help a
friend who's in trouble.

Well, don't let your day job
keep you.

I'll have
the victim's files sent over.

Maybe we can get a lead
on whoever she wanted to expel.

I doubt I could
be less impressed

by the lack of consensus here.

All we have now is no murder
weapon and a possible motive?

We got to cut him loose.

Without a murder weapon,

we don't have enough evidence
to keep him.

Hello, Tyson. Just me again.

Now, why can't you
embrace your true self, hmm?

You're a bad seed.

Just celebrate the
darkness inside.

No, please! Just leave me alone!

- I won't leave you alone until you tell me the truth.
- Look, please don't hurt me.

I promise I've changed.

Lucifer, let him go!

I take full responsibility
for his actions.

- This won't happen again.
- Why not?

Kid turns out not
to be the murderer,

your friend just
scared him straight.

Well done, Lucifer.

Way to be a good influence.

How dare you say that?

Do you see what you've done now?

I'll show them a good influence.

J” the one in the back room
rarely sees the light of day j”

j” the one on the low, low road j”

j” he went the bad,
the b-bad way j”

j” he went the bad way... j”

good morning. Good morning.

Right, gather 'round, children.
Gather 'round.

Come on.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy. I don't bite.

Ah.

- Who's the suit?
- Lucifer morningstar,

your substitute counselor
and resident bad influence.

Is this some kind
of reverse psychology?

I assure you,

my budding miscreant,
nothing of the sort.

No, the lesson
I'm about to teach you

is pure deviance. Yes, come on.

Room for everyone. Come on,
you at the back. Right.

Okay, before I start,
I'd humbly like to ask you guys

a little about
yourselves, so, tell me,

what is it you all desire?

- Get rich.
- Instagram model.

- Man: Make people feel good.
- Oh.

- Woman: I just want to be alone, man.
- Be my own boss.

Man 2: Play video games!

My father's love.

- Oh.
- Woman 2: Easy money!

I just want to get high, man.

I hear you. I hear you. Right.

So what I'm getting

is that you all want to get back
to your true selves.

I mean, yes, micro-nutrients

in the soil are important,

but the key here, people,

the key here is
vertical integration.

And it all starts
with solid distribution.

Right. Now, I'm partial
to the Paraguay corridor,

mainly because...

Oh, oh, uh?

Pi... yes. Hair boy.

Uh, but what about
hands-on experience?

Oh, right.

Well, I do happen
to know some wonderful CEOs

down in Sinaloa, Mexico.

Perhaps I could arrange
some internships.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, well.

The road to hell really is paved
with bad acne-prone intentions.

So much potential here! But...

Sorry. Am I boring you, darling?

Yeah. Screw Paraguay
and micro-nutrients.

The only things you need
to be your own ceo

is irrigation and
a south-facing slope.

Ah.

Here's your drug empire, teach.

Well, then.

It appears someone's gunning
for extra credit.

J”
Low, low, ends in a bad, b-bad way. J”

j'j'

J” I'm high,
staring at the ceiling j”

j” sending my love,
what a wonderful feeling j”

j” it feels good
to be running from the devil j”

j” another breath
and I'm up another level j”

Lucifer: Don't get
high on your own supply.

All: Don't get high
on your own supply.

Snitches end up in ditches.

All: Snitches end up in ditches.

Hugs, not drugs.

No... sorry,
sorry. Reverse that one.

Drugs, not hugs.

All: Drugs, not hugs.

Lucifer?

Detective.

What is going on here?

And how did you get that horse?

What horse?

Bye!

Ah, they should award him
his wings.

Then he'd look like Pegasus.

What are you so upset about?

I mean, it was
a valuable teaching moment

for the children.

They are our future, after all.

You're teaching them
to grow drugs.

No, no, no, I'm teaching them
to sell drugs.

Regardless,
what brings you here?

Our job.

Which is to find the kid
that Emily was about to expel.

In her files, it said

that she had recently busted
one of the residents

for apparently running
a drug operation.

No.

Oh.

Right. So... well, it appears

I've been doing ourjob, too.

Carly, front and center.

My prized pupil.

She had her own weed operation
already up and running.

Oh. So, this is all yours?

Not saying a word
without my lawyer.

Sorry, I taught her that.

But I have to say, detective,

this young lady
really is going places.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
All the way to jail.

Yo, buddy.

What the hell happened, man?

Detective espinoza.

It's good to see you.

When I heard
the charges, I mean...

Listen, we had just performed
the act of love,

and then she demanded money.

At first, I
assumed it was for bus fare,

but then she wanted
quite a large amount.

And then her cousin showed up,

who shared very little familial
resemblance, by the way,

and then he also demanded money.

Right, right.
So when he wouldn't take no

for an answer, you got into
a fight, and you beat him up.

Uh-huh.

You do realize
she's a call girl, right?

I know what a prostitute is!

I just didn't know she was one.

And then, her cousin... well,
he wouldn't listen to reason.

You mean... her pimp?

Yes, of course.

Look, I don't need any of
the details, all right?

The important thing is,
the watch commander's

my old training officer,
so I pulled some strings.

You're cut loose. Don't worry.

Don't worry.
I didn't say a word to Lucifer.

Pierce: How we doing
on the investigation?

Chloe:
Well, this investigation has...

Smoked out

Carly glantz.
Rap sheet a mile long.

Made no progress at reform.

Working theory is
that she found out

Emily was about to expel her.

So she killed her to protect
herself and her drug operation.

And then, Carly iawyered up
before we could get to her.

- Still no murder weapon?
- And no evidence tying her to the scene.

Lucifer, any thoughts?

Chloe: Lucifer is not

in the state of mind

to offer any constructive advice
right now.

Reach for the unexpected

and allow yourself
to be surprised.

Like crisps and chocolate.

The results
can be quite pleasing. Mm.

That's good advice.
Decker, throw out the manual.

Think outside the box.

- Yes, lieutenant.
- Chloe: What?

I'm sorry. What are you
asking me to do?

Because Carly isn't gonna talk.

I want to talk.

Ah. Allow yourself to
be surprised indeed.

Chloe: So, you want
to make a statement?

Yeah. So...

I guess I've been enlightened
by the firehawk path.

And I know
I can't find my happiness

if I don't present my truth.

The night of the murder,
I saw Tyson chase

digging by the sundial,
burying something.

- Burying what?
- Don't know.

It was dark, and I was
looking through a window.

Geez, do I have
to do all your work for you?

Carly, tone.

Should I roll over
and fetch, too, dad?

Parents. Am I right?

Chloe: So, how do I know
you didn't kill Emily?

Carly's dad: Because Carly has

an iron-clad alibi.

During the murder,
she was in the shared room...

On the computer,

video chatting
with her boyfriend.

Now, instead of harassing
my daughter any further,

I suggest you go see
what's under that sundial.

Lucifer:
I don't mean to backseat

dig, but aren't you
a bit far from the sundial?

I've got it. Thanks.

At least, I hope I do.

Hey, Ella, you're kind of, sort
of friendly with the lieutenant.

What's his deal?

Regarding what?

Well, no matter what I do,
it seems Pierce wants

to be a complete jerk to me.

Oh, this isn't about
that crazy vibe between you two?

No, this is about professional
respect, which I've earned.

I have the best close
rate in the department,

and it seems like,
no matter where I turn,

Pierce is there,
questioning my judgment.

Are you talking
about the new lieutenant?

I like him. Very good judgment.

Totally agree. Spot on.

What? It's true.

Okay, you got it all wrong.

Look,

at first, I didn't think Pierce
liked me, either, but then,

a couple of days ago
in the kitchen,

he hands me the creamer

and the sugar.

And I didn't even ask for it.

I know, right?

Right.

See, Pierce had noticed
how I liked my coffee.

Just pay attention
to his actions, not his words.

And regardless, Decker,
you are a total badass.

Thank you, Ella.

You got something?

"Nine five four four."

It's Tyson chase's number.

I guess he is our killer.

See? What did I tell you?
Once a bad guy,

always a bad guy.

The blood on Tyson chase's
pruning saw matches the victim.

Carly glantz puts the bloody saw

in his hands after the murder.

So Tyson chase equals
homicidal maniac.

- What am I missing?
- Nothing.

Oh, sorry. It's just exhausting
being right all the time,

isn't it? I'm kidding.

It's amazing.

Wait a minute.
What if Lucifer really is right?

Oh, go on.

Then if, per Lucifer,
people really don't reform,

that would also apply
to Carly glantz.

Once bad, always bad, right?

Right. Finally you get it.

So, then, how the hell did
the worst kid in the program,

on the verge of expulsion,

earn highly-coveted
computer privileges

to video chat
with her boyfriend?

I don't know. Sexual favors?

Well, I want to go back
and talk to Jerry blackcrow,

ask him some more questions.
Something doesn't add up.

You think blackcrow's involved?

I don't know. Maybe.

I want to know
why Carly is getting these privileges.

Lucifer, you coming?

Oh, I can't. Sorry. Duty calls.

Oh. What's duty's name?

Lexy, if you must know,
a judge's soon to be ex-wife.

It's a long story.

Great. Are you really
not coming?

I made a promise, detective.

And who am I if I'm not
a devil of my word? Besides,

we both know
this case is already solved.

Lucifer, go.

You've earned some private time.

Ah, well, thank you,
lieutenant. See?

Great judgment.

I don't care what you say.
I'm gonna keep digging on this.

I think it's time
I ride along with you.

Frankly, lieutenant, just
because you and I disagree

does not mean
I need a baby-sitter.

You coming, Decker?

J” rock star j”

j” we'll have a good time j”

j” tonight j”

j” livin' large j”

j” there's nothing
that you can't do j”

j” do it all j”

j” yeah, we'll have a good time
tonight... j”

my father is trying to teach me
a lesson about Lucifer.

Problem is, I don't know
what it is.

And he didn't tell you?

He's a bit, uh...

- Enigmatic, my dad.
- Ah.

Sounds complicated.

You have no idea.

So I've been, um, walking
a mile in Lucifer's shoes

to learn more about him,
to try and understand him.

Bro, what's there to understand?
The guy does what he wants,

he says what he wants,
he gets away with it.

He parties constantly,
he apparently

has an endless supply of cash,
drives a sick-ass ride. Thanks.

And he gets to have sex with a
different hot girl every night.

What a terrible,
lonely existence.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sounds awful.

Anyway, Dan,
thanks for bailing me out.

No problem, man.

We all need someone to have
our backs every now and then.

You're right. We do.

J” party like a rock star... j”

You sure this is the right way?

Positive.

I'm a badass, you know.

Excuse me?

Even though you don't trust me.

What makes you think
I don't trust you?

Oh, let's see.

You've only been breathing down
my neck this entire case.

Any time Lucifer sneezes,
you praise him, you berate me.

You chose to ride along just
so you could check up on me.

Oh, and you shot down
my request to be union rep

without even considering it.

What? You
think this is all a joke?

I'm laughing because you
think me turning you down

for that union rep
job was a bad thing.

How is it a good thing?

That job is for has-beens.

I'm not gonna waste one
of my best detectives

while you attend
useless meetings.

And the only reason I came here
was so I could finally

see you in action firsthand.

You think that I'm one
of your best detectives?

Decker, gun!

Lieutenant, come on.

Stay with me.

Unit 831. Officer down!

Officer down!

Get their statement and
get back to me, please.

- Detective?
- Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I mean, thanks to
lieutenant Pierce.

He saved my life.

Jerry blackcrow tried
to kill you.

I don't believe it.

Wait. What am I saying?

Didn't he say
he was an ex-con himself?

More proof there's no such thing
as transformation.

Hey, can we talk
about this later?

I got to get to the hospital.

Dan: Have 'em notify
union station, too.

Daniel?

Yeah.

Have you located
the reform guru?

- I'd like to have a word.
- Yeah? Well, get in line, pal.

We put out a statewide apb,

we're checking bus stations,
airports.

So far, nothing.

Look, man, Chloe's fine.

Luckily, Pierce was with her.

But I wasn't.

Hey, guys, I want you to
check all local atm cameras.

If blackcrow is fleeing,
he's gonna need cash.

That's the only way to
get any at this hour.

Unless he's got a stash
somewhere.

So, this is where the
firehawk path leads.

A soggy stash of
coke-dusted twenties

and a boat ride to Mexico.

How did you find me?

My prized pupil mentioned
using her dad's beach condo

as a stash house.

Of course her partner
would know that.

What do you want,
Mr. Morningstar?

To see the look on your face
when you finally admit

it was all a scam,

a ploy to bilk desperate
parents into falsely believing

that you could fix their
malevolent offspring.

I did a lot of good
for those kids.

So I was right
about people not changing,

just wrong about who.

I warned Emily,

but she wouldn't
listen to reason.

It was her own fault.

What about the detective?

She was just in my way, man.

I'm not going back to jail!

Your punishment will be
far worse than jail.

Lucifer, stop!

You're gonna kill him.

So what?

Once evil, always evil, right?!

No, luci. You're not evil.

You're the devil.

You punish evil.

Your words.

You gonna say hello, Decker,

or just creep around the room?

Sorry, lieutenant. I didn't know

if you were sleeping or not.
I wanted to say

thank you for what you did.

It's just part of the job.
It's no big deal.

No, it's a huge deal.
You saved my life.

I'm so grateful.

And you saved mine.

We're even.

So have you ever been injured
on the job before?

I've had a few scrapes.

The possibility of death
has never felt...

So real before.

Yeah.

You know, when I was shot,
I was completely freaked out.

I kept thinking, like, how
could it all end so suddenly?

But the best thing I did was,
I went back to work, and

I just kept at it, you know?

'Cause you really do realize
life is so short.

And you have to just live it
while you can.

Speaking of work,
I-I should get back

and, uh, finish up
blackcrow's arrest sheet.

Um, I-I don't know
if you heard, but he turned up

half-beaten, hogtied in Malibu.

Karma, I guess.

Anyhow,

thanks again for the...

Whole lifesaving thing.

Couldn't let anything happen
to my best detective.

So now I'm your best detective?

I didn't want you
to get all full of yourself.

I can see why
Lucifer's so affected by you.

It's because
you're special, Decker.

- Hey, Chloe.
- Hi.

Uh, lieutenant,
I just wanted to say

that, um, I hope
you feel better soon.

Thanks, espinoza.

I also wanted to thank you
for putting me up

for the union rep
position. Sorry, Chloe.

I know you wanted that one, too.

And I...

I won't let you down, sir.

I know you won't.

You earned it, buddy.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

So, my guardian angel, I think
this calls for a celebration.

I was lucky you turned up
when you did.

How did you find me, by the way?

Location service on one
of your dating apps.

Maybe luck had nothing to do
with when I showed up, luci.

Maybe father wanted me there.

You give him
way too much credit, brother.

What's so funny?

Well, nothing.

It's just, it took you
walking a mile in my shoes

to prove my point to me.

Okay. And what point is that?

That I haven't changed.

Wings,

no wings,
unable to show my true face...

It doesn't matter.

I'm exactly who I always was.

A punisher.

And for reminding me of that,
I salute you.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

But, you see,
I don't think it was the human

that you were trying
to punish today.

Well, who else would I be trying
to punish?

Yourself, luci.

For not being there for Chloe
when she was in danger

because you care
about her deeply.

And if that truly is the case,

then you really have changed
from the old lord of hell.

But this is good, luci.

This is so good.

Because I've finally figured out
how you are my test.

You see,
father wants me to just...

Just be there for you.

To have your back.

Now that you're evolving.

There was this, uh, soul that
I used to torture back in hell.

And like a good masochist,
he'd call the shots.

"Burn me." "Freeze me.“

"hurt me."

So, I did.

And this went on for centuries

until one day, for some reason,

he missed his daily punishment.

And when I returned...

He was crying.

"Please, my king," he said.

"Don't ever forget me again.

I promise I'll be good."

It was then that I realized
he was so full of self-loathing,

void of any self-respect, that

no matter the depth
of my cruelty,

whatever miniscule attention
I paid...

Gave meaning to his...

Pointless existence.

Why are you telling me this?

Because he reminds me of you.

And you think I've changed?

You... the former angel,

powerless and pathetic,

a disgraced failure
with no better way

to spend your days than
yipping at my heels for scraps

to remind you of a time
of when you once mattered.

Hmm.

I know what you're doing.

And you can kill the messenger
if you must.

But just know
that I am here for you.

J” cover me... j”
j” keep it spiraling j”

j” keep it spiraling,
keep it spiraling j”

j” keep it spiraling j”

j” cover me... j”
j” keep it spiraling j”

j” keep it spiraling,
keep it spiraling... j”

J” keep it spiraling... j”

j” I tried with open eyes
but I couldn't see. J”