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♪ When you were here before ♪

♪ Couldn't look you in the eye ♪

♪ You're just like an angel ♪

♪ Your skin makes me cry ♪

♪ You float like a feather ♪

♪ In a beautiful world ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I was special ♪

♪ You're so very special ♪

♪ But I'm a creep ♪

♪ I'm a weirdo ♪

♪ What the hell
am I doing here? ♪

♪ Oh, I don't belong ♪

♪ She's running ♪

♪ Out again ♪

♪ Oh, she's run... ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah ♪

♪ ...unning out ♪

Again.

Have I played that song
too much?

I have, haven't I?

Still,

there are far less drastic ways
to put in a new song request.

What's your poison?

Poison? ABBA?

Revenge.

I'm not familiar.

But if you hum a few bars,
I bet I can keep up.

Well...

if it isn't Mr. Saidoutbitch.

Well, I'm glad
to see you've recovered

from your adventures
in the desert.

I almost died
because of you.

You were driving a stolen
Brink's trunk full of cash.

Because of me, you're not
in jail forever.

You're welcome.

I was walking around
in the desert for days.

I barely survived.

It got so bad
that I-I started hallucinating.

I-I remember you having wings.

You remember correctly.

But I'm different now.

I don't know what that
means, and I don't care.

I needed that money.

You know, I did my
research on you.

You're loaded.

So pay up.

I think your research
may have been a little...

...inadequate.

I didn't
hallucinate, did I?

What do you feel? Confusion?

Disgust?

Terror?

Mostly terror.

I wonder if that's
what she felt.

Who?

The detective, of course.

You see,
recently she discovered

my true nature.

And in that moment,
as I waited to see

what her reaction would be...

Ow!

The police streamed in,
pulled her away.

I mean, she'd been shot,
after all.

She was gone.

She left Los Angeles,
on a vacation.

That was a month ago.

Now, I've been
telling myself

she's simply processing
what she learned.

I mean, it can be
quite jarring to discover

someone's actually the Devil.

Oh, man.

But what if she's already
made up her mind?

What if she's decided
that I am evil incarnate?

And what if she's right?

Don't kill me, man.

Please, I-I'm just a thief.

That's all.

That's not true.

Excuse me?

That's not all you are.

Now, don't get me wrong.
You are indeed a thief.

But perhaps you deserve
a chance to prove to people

that's not all you are. Hmm?

Right, there you go.

Money to cover any
debts that you owe,

pay for your friends
downstairs' medical bills,

and have a chance
at a new life.

A chance for
people to see you

in a different way.

This is a trick, right?

You need a show of faith on
top of all this? Very well.

Since I left you trouser-less
on our last two encounters,

how about I balance
the scales?

- No.
- Here.

O... kay.

Um, we're even now.

Sort of. Can I just go now?

Absolutely.

'Sup?

- 'Sup?
- Hey.

Hey, stranger.

So I saw the dead guys
downstairs.

They're not dead,
Mazikeen.

All the more reason
why you should have called.

What? Are you still upset

about me trying to betray you
and kill you?

- It was a month ago.
- No, of course not.

What do you think I am? Human?

No, I just got carried away
in the moment.

And you're still worried
about Decker.

I offered
to find her.

I am a bounty hunter.
All you have to do is ask.

The detective is still
processing my devil face.

The last thing she needs
is a demon tracking her down.

Or... you're trying
to avoid things.

Oh. Nice try.

- What?
- The detective took

her little offspring along
on the trip.

You're just looking
for an excuse

to track her down, aren't you?

No.

No.

No, Chloe will be back soon.

And then
I can apologize to Trixie.

You know, Mazikeen,

I'm starting to think
it's not a question of when,

but if they come back.

♪ Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh ♪

♪ Let it go,
fall apart in your hands ♪

♪ Cut my strings, tell me
we should be friends... ♪

♪ I don't know
how I'm gonna pretend... ♪

Go home, Lucifer.

Well, good morning to you
as well, Detective Douche.

Look, Chloe's still not here
and we don't need you, so...

Regardless, I am still
a consultant with the LAPD.

And, oh, yes, you have no
authority over me whatsoever.

So there's that.

Oh, yeah, right.

Dan doesn't mean it.

Losing Charlotte
screwed him up really bad.

And I sympathize with
what Daniel's going through,

but I refuse to be
a scapegoat for which

something I bear
no responsibility.

It's a theme
in my life.

It's gonna take him
a while, Lucifer.

It's...

gonna take all of us a while.

I'm still not straight
with the Big Guy.

Not sure I ever will be.

Well, His loss if so, Ms. Lopez.

So, you want the deets?

Uh, actually, no.
No, I didn't want to give Daniel

the satisfaction, but, uh...

I think it's time

I stop coming to crime scenes.

You mean you're done showing up,
checking to see if Chloe's here,

and then heading out
without helping at all?

Yes, I've been holding onto
a false hope, it seems.

Quite foolish, really. That one
day, she'd just stroll up...

Be...

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Decker! Hi.

- Detective?
- Oh, my God!

How was the vacation?
I mean, w-where did you go?

Why... why are you not
more tanned?

Listen, I'll catch you up
on everything, I promise.

But first,
what's happening?

Oh, yeah. Of course.
Um, so our victim

is 55-year-old beekeeper named
Bob Golbeck. Cause of death...

...honey scraper to the neck.

Gnarly thing, right?

I mean, who knew
beekeeping was kind of badass?

Yeah, it looks like one of
the hives was attacked.

So maybe Bob caught the killer

stomping on his poor bees
and they fought?

Possibly. Any witnesses?

None, but Bob's wife Lenore
is over there.

Okay, great. Thanks.
I'll go talk to her.

- Good work, Ella.
- Sure.

God, Chloe's back.

Now we can finally
get back to normal.

No one hated Bob.

He was a gentle soul.

He never even raised his voice.

And you can't think of anybody
who may have wanted to hurt him?

I can't.

I mean, we... we sell honey
at the farmers market together.

It's just one big family
over there...

Uh...

I'm right in the middle
of something.

You know. So, go on.

I, um...

I-I can't imagine...

Hey.

I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

Could I speak with you?

Lucifer, her husband
was just murdered.

Are you... okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where did you go?

Oh, uh, I took Trixie to Europe.

And we traveled around and...

well, you know, it gave me time
to... to process what I saw.

And...

have you? Processed?

Are-are you okay
with what you saw?

- Uh...
- Detective.

Are you okay with me?

Well, it's not like you haven't
always told me the truth.

You know? So...

I think, deep down,
I just... I always knew.

But how does it make you feel?

Afraid? Terrified?
Do you want to yell at me?

Punch me in the face?
Run away again?

I...

I think I just want
to get back to work.

That's all?

That's all.

What the f...

Well, I'm glad I've come to talk
to you all these years, Linda.

You've opened my eyes, helped me
understand how emotions work.

Thank you, Lucifer.
That's wonderful to hear.

Once again, your insight has
helped me come to a realization.

The detective
is clearly in denial.

Ah. Of course.

Well, how else
to explain

her complete non-reaction
to my true self?

Help me, Doctor.

Help me help her.

Well, what did you want
to hear from her?

Well, what I want
isn't important.

I disagree.

What Chloe is
going through

is... incredibly difficult.

Trust me. I know
from experience.

But I'm your therapist,
not hers.

And I wonder
if whether

you expected her to reject you.

Maybe even wanted her to.

Well, why on earth
would I want her to reject me?

Because your devil face
has returned,

and you've refused
to talk about it.

There's not much to say, really.

I killed a human
for the first time.

My devil face returned.

I don't think
it's as simple as that.

Killing a human is against your
father's rules, not your own.

And you recently learned
that angels self-actualize.

So you think that I'm punishing
myself for killing a human?

I'm wondering if...

you're punishing yourself
for enjoying it.

So what if I did?

Then perhaps that's why
you see yourself as evil again.

And perhaps that's why
you want Chloe to reject you.

I don't want her to reject me.

She told you she's fine.

What if what
she told you

is actually, simply, the truth?

And what if it isn't?

She'll find a way
to let you know.

So you're saying
I should just act

as if everything is
as she claims.

Then slowly poke at her denial

and find a way
to pop the bubble.

I know nothing I can say

is going to stop you
from doing that.

But all I can ask is

take it slowly.

Of course, Doctor.

Baby steps.

I'm the Devil.

Lucifer? What
are you doing?

Detective, it's time Ms. Lopez
finally knew the truth.

I am the angel who led
a rebellion against my father,

God.

I was banished to Hell
afterwards,

where I ruled as king
over the souls of the damned.

Lucifer, it all makes sense now.

Damn it, I tried to keep
a straight face. I really did.

Man, how?

How do you stay in character
like that?

Oh, it is simple, really.
It's all true.

Yeah... oh, and my brother
Amenadiel, he's an angel.

Ah. Does he have wings?

He does again, actually.

You think, uh,
he can give me a ride?

You should ask him.

This guy.
You're so funny.

Why would you think

that I'm not telling
the truth, Ms. Lopez?

Oh, I stopped trying
to figure that out years ago.

I mean, hey, we all got
our quirks, right?

Mm. Mine is that I'm, like,
actually the Devil.

Oh, right.

Oh, so, do you have
any new info on the case?

Ah, yes. So,
it turns out

that the honey scraper
couldn't have belonged

to the victim's collection
because it had...

wait for it... honey on it.

And isn't that the point?

Bob and Lenore's
specialty was varietals.

You know, blueberry honey,
cinnamon honey.

But this right here?

Good old-fashioned,
plain honey honey.

So this honey came
from somewhere else.

So maybe a rival came with his
own tool to destroy the hive.

And then used it to kill Bob
when he caught him.

How devilish.

And I would know.
After all...

You're the Devil.

I really am.

Right.

Well, isn't
this fun, Detective?

What's that?

Well, now that you know
the truth about me and are,

- as you said, fine with it...
- Mm-hmm.

...well, we can both
be in on the joke.

- Ah.
- And you can watch humans

twist themselves into pretzels
to justify what I tell them,

instead of considering
the most obvious answer.

I think it's kind of mean.

What?

Well, no one
in their right mind

is going to believe that you're
actually, you know, the Devil.

- Oh.
- Well, without proof.

So, of course they're gonna try
and figure out the metaphor.

Or perhaps you're
just smarting

from never figuring
it out yourself.

Maybe a little bit.

- Ah.
- Okay, so here's

Bob
and Lenore's stand.

They're newer
to the farmers market.

Whereas Pure Honey,

they've been
here for years.

Maybe they didn't like the
competition moving in next door.

Destroy the rival hive,

and suddenly
he's back to being queen bee.

Detective, since you're
clearly comfortable

with my devilishness...

Yeah.

...care to see
my mojo in action?

Sure. Why not?

Right.

Oh, welcome.

- What can I get for you?
- Uh, LAPD.

Detective Decker.
Do you own this stand?

- Yeah. Uh, Glenn Dobbs.
- Lovely.

Tell me, Glenn.
What is it you desire?

Excuse me?

Well, I like to draw out
all those naughty,

hidden desires of humanity.

Though, you seem
like someone

who really wants
to unburden himself.

I...

I-I...

I want...

- Come on.
- I...

I-I...

Wait, what-what's happening?

Lucifer,
you may want to...

Right. Yes. Uh, Glenn.

Glenn, uh, tell me.

What is it you desire?

I want Bob Golbeck to die.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

Well, case solved,
Detective. And here I was

worried we'd be rusty.

You want
him to die, why?

Because he was gonna
threaten your business?

W-What? No. I... It's because
I'm terrified of him.

You're terrified of Bob?

Chubby, harmless
and very dead Bob?

- Bob's dead?
- Very.

Thank God.
I can finally relax.

Why were you
scared of Bob?

Let's talk in private.

Okay, fine.

I destroyed their beehive.

I was pissed that Bob and
Lenore's gimmicky honey

was putting my stand
out of business.

I mean,
avocado honey?

Come on. I'm from L.A., and even
I think that's going too far.

But when Bob caught you,
you killed him, didn't you?

No, I went home.

And a couple hours later,
Bob showed up at my front door.

So he confronted you.
What did he say?

Say? He didn't say anything.

Ow.

Bob did that to you?

It was like he was
a different person.

He wasn't angry,
he was...

he was so calm.

Made it even scarier, you know?

What did you do after he left?

Are you kidding me?
I went to the hospital.

All right, show-show me again.

Yeah, Detective,
I have,

I have definitely seen
work like this before.

In Hell.

You know, where I'm...

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, never mind.

A bag of billiard balls,
perhaps.

That's not quite
round enough,

- is it?
- Ow.

It was doorknobs,
of all things.

I mean, who does that?

Hmm.

Well, story checks out.

Glenn was at the hospital
at the time of death.

Oh. So, Bob wasn't
as mild-mannered

as we first thought.

Yeah, apparently not.

But a bag of doorknobs?

It's so specific.
Was it a message?

If so, it was lost
on that poor chap.

Huh.

Earth are you doing?

Think we're being followed.
Looks like he's got a gun.

Uh, Detective.

This is a chance for me to use
my devilish strength.

You can see
what I'm truly capable of.

Or I can just point my gun
at him and yell "freeze."

Oh, come on.
I've never really seen

how far I can actually
throw a human.

Joking, mostly.

Okay. He's all yours.

Following us, are you?!

Lucifer stop!

Ah, so you're not
as comfortable

with my true nature
as you claim.

What? No, it's not that.
He's got a badge.

Why were you following us?

Because your victim
was in witness protection.

U.S. Marshal Luke Reynolds.

Hi.

You were Bob's handler.

I, uh, kept tabs on him,
made sure he was safe.

Failed pretty spectacularly
at that, though, didn't I?

You certainly did.

Well, he asked.

So why were you
following us outside?

You could've approached
us at any time.

I know. Look, I'm sorry, but
when you're dealing with someone

like Bob the Knob...

Sorry. Seriously?
Bob the Knob?

What was he
in witness protection for?

Bad porn?

Bob was an enforcer for
the Paradiso crime syndicate.

His signature was
beating people half to death

with a bagful of doorknobs.

Paradisos have a pretty
ruthless reputation.

Never dealt with
them myself, but...

If Bob was high up
in the organization...

They're based
out of New York,

but they have
their fingers everywhere.

Look, no offense to the LAPD.
I just didn't know who to trust.

Especially since no one should
have known that Bob was here.

So you think the Paradisos
were responsible for this?

Well, a group of them came
into town a couple of days ago,

and I don't think it was
just for the sunshine.

- Did you talk to them?
- What's the point?

They're not gonna talk
to law enforcement.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

I mean, after all,
she has the Devil at her side.

Maybe it is kind
of fun, being in the know.

'Sup, Decker?

Maze.

You scared me. What...

What the hell are you doing?

I heard you were back.

And I know that you know.

You know.

Right. So you just
hid in the dark

and waited for the creepiest
moment ever to say something?

Old habits, I guess.

Look, I know you're probably
really freaked out.

So...

...good-faith gesture.

I'm locked into these.

You have nothing to worry about.

Look, I need you
to know, Chloe,

that even though I'm a demon,

I would never hurt you.

Well, I know.

Yeah.

Really.

Good.

Good faith, huh?

Well, you thought you were safe.

That's all that matters, right?

Is it?

So, where's Trixie?

I was hoping to see her, too.

Oh, yeah. Um, she's at Dan's.

You know,
obviously she hasn't

seen him for a while,

so she's gonna stay with him
for a bit.

Oh, yeah, sure.
I'll just swing by and say hi.

I don't...

I don't think
that's a good idea, Maze.

I knew it.

She's still upset with me,
isn't she?

You know, Maze, sh-she is.

And I...

I'm sorry, I just... I don't...

I don't see her getting over it
anytime soon.

Yeah.

All right, go on.
Get it out of your system.

- What?
- Well, we both know

why you're really here.

To gloat.

Luci, I'm here to make sure
you know the truth.

That we angels do, in fact,
have control over ourselves,

like I thought.

Also to gloat.

I figured it out

when you flew up to Heaven
with Charlotte.

Nice touch on that,
by the way.

First-class ticket
to the Silver City.

It's just as she deserved.

I agree.

You know, I'm actually
gonna miss you, Brother.

Miss me? What do you mean?

Well, your wings are back.

You can finally
go home for good,

like you've wanted to
all this time.

I suppose that has been
my ultimate goal, right?

Honestly, I'm surprised
you returned at all.

The Silver City not
what you remember it to be?

No, no, it's-it's exactly
as I remember.

I'm happy for you, Brother.
You're getting what you want.

And, surprisingly,
I may be as well.

Ah. Now, what's that?

The detective knows
what I really am.

Oh, Luci.
Are you all right?

You need my help?

Well, that's just it.

Apparently, it seems
that she's fine with it.

Yeah, I know.
I was skeptical myself, but...

I think it may
really be true.

Are you sure?

Because if you need me to stay,

I will stay for
as long as it takes...

Brother... go home.

Go back to where
you want to be.

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my style ♪

♪ That's my... style ♪

♪ Yeah, that's my... ♪

Given the Paradisos' reputation,

I frankly
wasn't expecting this.

What's the point of
extorting and murdering

if you don't get to do
what you desire?

Even if it is... Dad,
help me... bocce ball.

Huh.

Excuse me, are you
Frank "The Pool Boy" Paradiso?

That's me.
What's it to you?

Bob the Knob was murdered
here in L.A. recently,

and here you are,
on vacation.

World's full of coincidences,
ain't it?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

When was the last
time you saw Bob?

If I had to think,
when he was on the stand,

testifying against
my uncle.

Getting himself a sweet deal
in the process.

He's lying, although
you probably knew that,

what with him being
a mobster and all.

But I actually have proof.

I made a little discovery
whilst investigating

the cheese platter.

It's delicious stuff.
Avocado honey. Who knew?

- Pretty great, right?
- Mm.

All right, all right.

We found out
Bob was living in L.A.

But we didn't have
any reason to kill him.

My files say that you
and Bob hated each other.

We had a rivalry.

He had his whole
doorknobs thing,

- and as for me...
- You kill people

in swimming pools, hence
the name "Pool Boy."

It's very clever. I see
what you've done there.

- Allegedly killed.
- Mm.

But as we got older, we learned
to respect each other.

Okay, say I believe that.
Bob still put your uncle

in jail for 50 years

- because he testified.
- Yeah.

And we owe him for that.

- What do you mean?
- Uncle Vin was a bastard.

Bob did everyone a favor
by taking him out.

And as for the honey,
it isn't what it looks like.

Well, it looks like you got
a delicious trophy after a kill.

Mmm.

Couple weeks ago,
we got an anonymous note

that Bob was in L.A.

We came here to warn him.

That's when we tried the honey.

Almost as sweet
as that Lenore of his.

Can I see the note?

I wish I could help you.
I gave it to Bob.

So, I saw security cameras

at the farmers market.

You can check the footage
to see if Pool Boy Paradiso

or anybody else visited
Lenore and Bob's stand.

Okay? Thanks, Dan.

Well, that
was disappointing.

Well, we haven't
hit a dead end yet.

No, no. When I heard
his name was Pool Boy,

I pictured a much more
Baywatch-esque suspect.

Listen, Detective...

Sorry.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Nothing.
Everything's okay.

I just...

You startled me.
Everything's okay.

You believe Pool Boy? Really?

His story tracks.
He has an alibi

for the night of the murder
that completely checks out.

Alibis can be bought,
or threatened.

These guys are monsters,
Detective Decker.

And I'm not taking
my eye off any of them,

but I believe him when he says
that he got an anonymous tip.

If the note exists, whoever
wrote it wanted Bob dead.

That's who we need to find.

Did Lenore know
about Bob's past?

I don't know. I-I never met her.

And Bob certainly wasn't
supposed to tell her,

but then again,
he wasn't supposed to attack

a honey bee farmer with a bagful
of doorknobs either, so...

Look, we do our
best at WITSEC,

but these guys, they...
they can't help themselves.

Yeah, Lenore didn't seem to know
when I interviewed her.

But Pool Boy, well, he acted
as if they had already met.

So if she knew the truth...

Then maybe she saw the note.

Daniel. There you are.

I need some advice
in an area

I assume you have
extensive expertise.

What does it mean when a woman
recoils at your touch?

Nope. I am not playing
that game anymore.

Excuse me?

You say something
insulting,

stupid but kind of funny,
and I just shrug it off.

It was our shtick.

But we are not friends.

Not anymore.

But I'll tell you what.

I'll give you an answer.

Thank you.

It means that they hate you.

That they want you as far
away from them as possible.

Because your very touch
makes them recoil in disgust.

What? Hmm?

No funny quip to that?

Hey.

Where's Lucifer?

I don't know and I don't care.

Well, he was supposed to come
with me to interview Lenore.

Well, I guess
it's just you and me.

The detective is in
deeper denial than I thought.

All right, I'm gonna give you
advice on how to help her.

Well, finally.
Thank you, Doctor.

But I'm gonna need
a good metaphor. Hmm.

Let's use...

you as an example.

Oh, role-play.
Well, it's been a while, Doctor.

We don't have the clown masks
with us, but I'm still game.

Okay, well,
if you were in denial,

and if that denial
forced you to face a truth

that scared you
more than you'd like to admit...

G-Go on.

...I'd say that
you were projecting

your issues onto
whatever you were dealing with

in that moment.

Or...

whomever you were dealing with.

I see what you're
saying, Doctor. Thank you.

Do you?

Well, the detective is
clearly projecting her issues

onto the case.

So, to understand her,
I need to use the case

to help her understand
her feelings.

And in so doing,

understand your own feelings
as well?

Hey, Dan, I've been meaning
to say, you know, I'm-I'm sorry

that I wasn't here for you
while you were dealing with,

well, everything.

Honestly, I don't know
how much of a difference

it would have made. I just,
sort of, threw myself into work,

- you know?
- No, but still,

now that I'm here
to pick up the slack.

So, if you want to take
some time off to mourn...

The job is kind of
like my therapy.

It's exactly where
I need to be right now.

Okay, but you know
I'm here to talk.

Look, I know.
And thank you.

You know, there is
something, though.

What's up?

What's, uh, Trixie's
obsession with gelato?

Oh, my God.
It was really hard getting her

to leave Rome after
she discovered that stuff.

Okay. So, uh, the neighbor
saw Lenore leave,

carrying a gym bag alone and in
a hurry. She took her own car.

So what? She was involved in her
husband's murder and then ran?

She could have written
the anonymous note.

Uh, when it didn't work,
maybe she killed him herself,

or found someone
else to do it.

Or she found out the truth
about the man she loved,

and it drove her away.

What do you think she would have
felt in that moment? Horror?

Disgust? Mild arousal?

I don't think that's really
helping right now, Lucifer.

Well, understanding
her perspective will help us

understand her actions,
Detective.

You know what?
You know, that's a good point.

I'm sure she felt

betrayed, confused,
scared, even?

Is that why you think she ran?
Because she was afraid of him?

Lenore may have lied about
what she knew about Bob,

but she was genuinely grief-
stricken at the crime scene.

So, I think
we're missing something.

Ella, what did
she leave with?

Clothes, toiletries.

Your standard "get the hell
out of town" go-bag.

Oh, and... her wedding album.

You don't take
a wedding album

if you've murdered your husband.

Dan, what did you see

on the farmers
market footage?

Just one visit from Pool Boy
Paradiso, like he claimed.

Oh, and, uh, Marshal Reynolds,
couple times actually.

And was it only Bob
that Reynolds was talking to?

Well, he spoke
to Lenore once. Why?

Well, he said
that they have never met.

Huh. I... I'm fine.
Whatever. It doesn't matter.

Maze, you and I both know

that's not true.

Trixie means a lot to you.

And she's the last person you
need to make up with since...

your backslide
into demon-dom.

I...

Okay, Linda,

what is going on with you?

Do you need to pee or something?

No. I sit all day.
It's nice to be able

to move around
when I get a chance.

- Okay.
- So, let's talk

about what you're
dealing with emotionally.

- Yeah, I really don't want to.
- Okay, well, maybe it'd help

if I spoke your language.

You speak Lilim?

What?!

No? Guess not.

No, I'm talking about violence.

Come on, stand up.

Okay, one,

I like to fight when
I'm happy or... horny.

And two, I really don't want

to accidentally kill
my best friend.

No. Well, I think
you underestimate me, Maze.

Uh, I've been doing
some kickboxing.

I've got moves.

Um... I'll let you
take a free sh...

Hey!

- Linda!
- Stop it, you two!

It's good I'm here.

I can't allow you guys

to fight over
me any longer.

- Uh...
- Oh.

Ah. You're not...

fighting over me, are you?

No. But it's... sweet
of you to think so.

We made up a
month or so ago.

So do you need my help?

With this or...

anything... else?

No, we're good.

We're good.

Are you okay?

Well, I went back home
to the Silver City.

- That's amazing.
- It should be.

It's exactly as I remembered it.

But...

why did it feel so...

different?

Why didn't it feel like...

Like home?

Because
this is your home.

Mmm.

I'm just getting
Reynolds's voice mail.

Any luck
tracing his phone?

I'm triangulating it now.

Not sure how long
it'll take, though.

Or whether or not he had
anything to do with this.

I think he did;
made a couple discreet calls

to the marshal's office.

Two of the ex-cons
under Reynolds's protection

have died
in the last couple years.

Well, who killed them?

Well, that's just it.
One was an angry girlfriend,

the other one was
a hit-and-run that

looked like it was
mob-related.

Ah.

So our dear marshal weaponized
the very secrets only he knew.

He let certain
enemies know

where the criminals
were hiding.

Or told the new girlfriends
and wives the truth,

knowing how betrayed
they'd feel.

And voilà.

The dirty work was done for him.
That is remarkably efficient.

But in Bob's case,
nobody took the bait.

So, maybe Reynolds
got frustrated

and decided to get
his own hands dirty.

The question is: why?

I'll keep digging,
see if I can find more.

So, why did Lenore run?

Well, if Reynolds
met with her previously,

and probably
she trusts him...

So, maybe he reached out to her,
to tell her she was in danger?

Oh, and little did she know
how true that was.

Just got a hit on
Reynolds's GPS, so, you know,

might be a good idea to...

You guys got this.

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Please.

Please don't. Please don't.

- Don't. No.
- I'm sorry.

But there's
no other way.

- Please don't.
- Sure there is.

There are loads of ways to
kill her, literally tons.

But you chose to use Frank
"Pool Boy" Paradiso's M.O.

to frame him and
tie up loose ends.

It's very clever.

Drop the gun, Reynolds.

Step away.

You don't understand.
I'm not the bad guy here.

I've watched
all these criminals for years,

living happy lives,
being rewarded

for the terrible things
that they did.

Lenore's done
nothing wrong.

- Let her go.
- Oh, hasn't she?

She forgave him.

Even when he was exactly the
same monster he'd always been.

You saw what he did to

the-the guy at
the-the farmers market.

They never change.

So, maybe he slipped up.
We all do sometimes.

But at least
he was trying

to make a better
life for himself.

And you stole it.

You, you step back.

Lucifer, don't.

It's not your job to
punish, Marshal Reynolds.

It's mine.

Don't let
him get away.

Jesus.

Not quite.

Come on!

Reynolds!

Get out now!

Out.

Hands behind your back.

Lucifer, get...

I'm in a rush. Mind taking
him the rest of the way?

Who's this?

What am I, your secretary?

He's a bad guy. Figure it out.

Maze.

Trix.

Hey, um...

I've been wanting
to talk to you.

To tell you that... I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry
for saying those...

I know, dummy.

Wait, you're not,
you're not mad at me?

Nah.

I couldn't stay
mad at you.

Your mom, she...

What?

N-No. Never mind.

- Hello, Dan.
- Whoa.

Dude.

Wow, I'm sorry, man. I, uh...

I must've been in my own head.
I thought I was alone.

Where the hell have you been?

I went home for a bit.

And no phones there?

Actually, no.

Oh.

Dan, you're the most human
person that I know.

Thanks?

What made you choose
to live here?

In Los Angeles?

Uh...

Uh, the food is great.

I love the ocean.

And... I guess
I met people.

People I care about.

I think somehow it's
become my home now, too.

And it's time that I stop trying

to make excuses for wanting
to stay and choose to stay.

That's great to hear, man.

She's in Heaven, Dan.

Don't.

I hate it when
people say that.

Look at me.

She is.

Trust me.

Somehow, I believe you.

If you've come for
more money, Mr. Saidoutbitch,

now is not a good time.

Hey.

I used to...
listen to that song on repeat

through high school
a lot when...

...when I felt lost.

Lucifer, about... what I saw.

I've had literal eons

to come to terms
with what you saw.

My... my monstrous side.

But it's not
all that I am.

At least, I hope not.

Either way, it's unfair
of me to expect you

to just... accept it.

I'm honestly not sure
when I'll be able to.

If ever.

Lucifer, what I was
going to say was...

what I saw...

...was my partner.

Really?

Really.

Well, then, um...

problem solved,
Detective.

Because if you can
accept me, then...

that really is
all that matters.

♪ A breath feels my skin ♪

♪ A thrill
burnt into my blood ♪

♪ The mirror
reflecting all my fear ♪

♪ I fall with you ♪

♪ Times and dreams are over ♪

♪ The devils of hell
open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors... ♪

We knew this part would
be difficult, Chloe.

But just remember,

what you're doing is the best
thing for everyone on Earth.

Including Lucifer.

♪ Open their doors ♪

I know.

♪ Open their doors ♪

Are you ready for
the next step?

I am.

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors ♪

♪ Open their doors ♪