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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 like 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.

Hello, sailor.

What on earth are you doing?

Enough with these silly distractions, luci.

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.

Took weeks to plan.

And, uh... Now that it's over,

I think I'm gonna learn the French horn.

Been meanin' to do that.

Luci. Lu... Lucifer!

We need to discuss father.

God... might be retiring, luci. God.

And 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 the 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.

Well, maybe that's how you used to act.

But, dear brother, you've changed.

Don't pretend othennise. 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. - Oh!

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 need to know. I...

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

That's it.

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.

- Sorry. - Your horn.

This is how we roll

this is how we roll

this is how we roll

- good morning, miss Lopez. - Hey!

Shall we?

You know what? No.

I am not even gonna ask this time.

Because you two are the couple who cried relationship.

And I am not asking.

Okay, fine.

I have to know! Are you 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 ourseres? Why?

This seems pretty straightfonnard.

Yeah. Vic is Arthur sterling, the homeowner.

Gunshot wound 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.

Hmm?

Doctor?

I did it.

I killed him.

Daniel, you could've 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?

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

She's trying to trick you into over-analyzing your emotions.

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

I say we just do it.

- Do what? - This.

Doctor, what is it you desire?

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 give me no choice.

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

What the hell is going on here?

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

She confessed, maze.

- You killed somebody? - Yep.

- Who? - It was... doesn't matter.

It's 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 te... - Nope.

- Linda, I... - Uh-uh. Nope.

If you don't tell them, I will.

Wow, 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 told myself to be patient.

Wait for her to find me,

but I... 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.

Because 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, far away from here.

She's here.

She doesn't know about me and she can't find out.

Not like this.

Well, 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.

I did it. I killed him.

I'm a realtor.

I'd 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 that 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...

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, well, 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.

You try to start it up

I wanna shut it down

you know you'll never win

let's take it outside

you oughta toughen up

I'm here to throw it down

you know I'm gonna win

let's take it outside

all right. Let's see what you've got, clive.

A beanbag round?

Well, you're not clive.

Eve?

Maze...

Funny seeing you here.

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

What 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!

'Kay. 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, 70-30 split.

Eighty-twenty?

Deal - yay!

So I, uh, ialready 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.

Um, 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. - Thank 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 and...

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

Do you know... was it, uh, 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.

- Huh. - Drinks on the house.

- L'Chaim. - Hmm.

Table seven on me.

So what was that all about?

Uh, just... just doing some research.

On what? Unflattering head gear?

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.

- 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 doin', buddy?

Have you recovered from Lucifer's prank yet?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm having a little trouble focusing on...

I'm sorry.

- Freaking god? - Hmm.

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, you know?

I'm more of a boots-on-the-ground type, you know?

Like the nitty-gritty, day-to-day kind of stuff.

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

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?

Uh, 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.

Well, 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.

Huh. 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 had mentioned previously, we're together.

- Uh-huh. - Together-together.

Completely committed. No more "will-they-won't-they" shenanigans.

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. But, 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?"

Oh, sh... therapists.

Always using your own words against you.

Fine. But we are following my impulsive lead.

Okay.

Jamie evington?

You the owner?

Detective Decker. Can I ask you a few questions?

What about?

Do you know Adriana nassar?

I don't.

We”, 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.

Well, 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.

That's most of my business.

I just assumed.

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

Really, darling?

- I can pick anything? - Oh, absolutely, darling.

Van gogh ahead.

- Ah... - Ah...

Oh, yes.

That would look exquisite next to your vanity, sweetie.

Ah! The colors. They're so...

- Colorful. - Hmm.

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 utter 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.

Uh...

That is what I love about art.

That it's 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.

It doesn't mean she killed Mr. 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.

Well, perhaps. But without any proof,

we don't have any leverage.

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

- Yeah. - 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... Othennise engaged.

Hmm. Isee.

And, uh, what is it that you are in the market for?

- Matisse. - Monet.

Well, either's fine.

We collect impressionists that start with the letter m.

- Don't we? - Mm-hmm.

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.

So I'd 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!

And why aren't you mad 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've 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 guys baited her.

And now all we need to do is wait for Jamie to call clive

to task him with the search of our monet.

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

Ifadriana won't tell us what's going on...

- Maybe clive will. - Mm-hmm.

See, doctor? Perfect match.

Ah, 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.

You know, 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 totally get it.

God is in the details.

Speaking of god,

- can I ask you somethin'? - 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 betterjob?"

There's got to 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?

Ihave_.

I have a lot of darkness.

And the big guy knows and... He doesn't care.

He's all good.

Which is why I don't deserve him.

I disagree, Ella.

I do.

You see, I think if god was standing right here,

right now, in front of you,

that he would tell you to take some of that faith

that you have in him...

And put it in yourself.

That's...

- Thank you for saying that, amenadiel. - I...

I'm gonna try.

Okay.

I'm gonna try.

My mama warned me about being cheap

she told me if I found her quick

before she's in my heart

and tore it into pieces

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

Well, the cops traced a call that 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.

Yeah, 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, you know what? Stop.

- What? - This whole novice act?

- Yeah, 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 frickin' 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'd be romantic.

But then when you took my mask off, you didn't exactlyjump 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.

Well, 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.

Ooh, shiny.

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

Must be the murder wea...

Watch out!

Maze?

Get off me!

[Gunshofl

Not bad for a newbie.

Thanks, teach.

Oh, my god! Oh, my god, Eve, you're shot.

Hey, come here. You okay?

Mmm.

Eve? Can you hear me?

Hey, hey, it's okay. Eve? Eve? Eve? Eve?

Hold on! Stay with me!

Eve, lgotyou.

You can tell her...

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.

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've...

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.

So 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.

Fuday?

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.

- Ah, yeah. - Okay, control freak Lopez for the win!

So, see, I myself didn't personally process

the murder weapon the first time around,

so I said "you 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?

No, 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 that 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, what 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.

- Bye. - 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!

All right, why don't you give me the gun

before someone throws you in the looney 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.

This woman is nuts.

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

Linda...

Why would I frame my own girlfriend?

I was the one that told you that 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.

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. 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.

It could've 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 that you wanted to talk to me 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, it...

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

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.

And 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.

I, it's... Call it a family heirloom, if you will.

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 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.

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

You have to. Okay, or I can't... 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.

Maze?

Maze?

Yeah? I got ya.

Hi. Linda, right?

The police weren't helping you, were they?

You were helping them. With my case.

Well, 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 that 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.

Okay.

This is Charlie.

- Hi... - Yeah?

Hi, Charlie.

Oh, my god. Hi...

I will climb to the place I belong

hi.

Hi, Charlie. I'm your sister.

Like the world's never known

Like 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've spent so much time looking down on humanity.

And now...

Luci, 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, luci.

- I must embrace my celestial duty. - You should do what makes you happy.

- Oh, how I wish it were that simple. - Well, maybe it can be.

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

Someone worthy.

- Who? - Me, of course!

This is exactly what I need to prove myself.

- What? - You heard me, brother.

I've just decided...

I'm going to be god.

Well, you better be ready 'cause the future's here right now