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Forgive me, Father,

for not offering you a drink.

I have an aversion to the cloth.

Daddy issues. Long story.

I understand.

And I do apologize

for the intrusion,
Mr. Morningstar.

Please ju... allow me
to explain myself.

Excellent course of action.

You see,
I'm not a normal priest.

Was there ever such a thing?

I mean, I'm not a normal priest
in the sense

that I don't have
my own congregation.

I am, uh...

I'm an investigator...
for the Vatican.

"Vatican Investigator"?

Sounds like
a soon-to-be-canceled TV show.

Oh, I assure you,
it's a very real job.

I've spent the last 40 years
traveling the globe

in pursuit of the demonic.

I know the divine is real.

And I also know
that evil walks the Earth.

And that you, Mr. Morningstar...

Oh, brother. Here we go.

...are not it.

Not quite what
I was expecting.

So if I'm not the Devil,
then why are you here?

And what does any of this
have to do with the detective?

Oh, because Ms. Decker believes
that you are.

I see.

About a month ago,
she came to Rome

with a most outlandish tale.

The Devil himself
is hiding in plain sight,

masquerading as a nightclub
owner in Los Angeles.

And that he'd
revealed himself to her.

Well, this is wonderful news.

Wonderful? How so?

Well, as my therapist
would say...

I know, so L.A...

but she'd say that
talking about your issues

was the first step
in dealing with them.

So if the detective did
have issues with me,

well, it sounds like
they've been dealt with.

Now, if that's
everything, Father,

you can be
on your merry way.

I just felt that it was
my duty to warn you.

Because the reason that she came
to Rome was to, well,

"send the Devil back to Hell."

The detective
would never do that.

Chloe is a good person,
with a good heart.

Finally, something
we can agree on.

But whatever she went through,
whatever drove her to Rome,

it shook her to her very core.

She is the reason that I'm here.

You need to be careful,
Mr. Morningstar.

God knows what she
has planned for you.

What are you so
cheery about, Decker?

What? I'm not cheery.

Wait. Why aren't you cheery?

Been nursing a
bad one all day.

What?
Too much Romulan ale?

Too much tequila.

I went a little nutso
on all the margaritas yesterday.

Yesterday. Sunday.

What, did you swap out
the sacramental wine?

I skipped church yesterday.

And the week before, you said.

Listen, Ella,

I sort of wanted to check in
with you, to see...

You know,
it's just...

me and the Big Guy
are on a bit of a break.

I completely understand, I mean,
more than you'll ever know.

In fact,

recently, I got clarity
on a very similar issue.

And... well, I think it's why

I've been feeling
so positive lately.

Enough!

Stop calling me!

Geez.

Hang on.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Well, are you gonna
answer that?

Absolutely not.

Dan, it could be important.

Be my guest.

Okay.

Dan's phone.

What... what the hell is that?

I'll show you what that was.

Yeah, that's my phone number.

Lucifer's been posting these
all over the precinct.

It's not funny, Chloe.

I swear, he only exists
to... torture me.

Okay, look,
I know you and Lucifer

have had your issues lately,
but maybe this is his way of...

You know what?
I'm sick and tired

of everybody making
excuses for him.

I wish you
could just see

a little bit of what
I see, Chloe.

He's... he's a bad guy.

He's...
he's trying to be better.

H-He... in his own way...

- He...
- Whatever.

Brother. You look like I feel.

Oh, I'm pretty sure
that my issues are

much bigger than yours,
trust me.

Hey. I think we all know
nothing is bigger than mine.

The strangest thing
just happened.

Linda's pregnant.

We'll call it a tie.

And you're sure it's yours?

Luci, Linda's not like that.
You, of all people, should know.

Relax, Brother, I just mean...

a celestial
impregnating a human, that...

how is that even possible?

And if it is, how has this not
already happened to you?

True.

Mm.

Maybe there's another
explanation.

You think Linda's an angel
in disguise, don't you?

I've been wondering
the same thing.

- Maybe she's not even human.
- Or maybe,

when you lost your wings,
you became as mortal as it gets.

Maybe you became more human
than you realize.

That... probably makes
more sense.

I bet you regret
coming back now, eh, Brother?

Absolutely not.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Oh, come on, you don't
have to sell me.

You can join the Navy,
for all I care.

Luci, I am happy to be here.

I mean, don't you see?
I'm gonna be a father.

Well, if you're so happy,

then what are you doing
hiding out in my bar?

Because I have absolutely
no idea what to do.

I mean, where do I even begin?

Wrong tree, I'm afraid.

But you are here on Earth,
so if it's any consolation,

you couldn't do any worse
than our Father.

How do you know that?

Because ours was
literally never there.

♪ Why you want
to hurt so bad, sugar? ♪

Hey. Where have you been?

What do you mean?

Well, I sent you that text
about rescheduling our date?

Oh! Yes, right, definitely.
No, I-I'd like that.

Okay, great. Good.

Is everything okay?

Yes, just feeling
a little parched.

And my flask has
apparently disappeared.

You know, I've
been thinking.

Maybe it's best if you
don't drink so much.

You know, at least
while we're working.

Ah, I see what this is about.

- You do?
- Yes.

And you needn't worry,
Detective.

Unbelievable as it may seem,
being the actual Devil

does have its downsides.

I can't get drunk on normal
human amounts of alcohol.

I only drink because
I like the taste.

Well, but people don't
know that.

What do I care
what other people think?

I'm just saying, showing people
that you can change is...

Ah! Here it is.

Wrong pocket.

Shall we? Mm.

Hey, Ella.
You feeling better today?

Feel better
than this poor girl.

Susan Ochoa, 29.

A bona fide rocket scientist
at Brody Aerospace.

Neighbor saw the door open,
body on the floor, called it in.

Assuming that's
the murder weapon?

Yep.

The good old knife in the back.

A bit on the nose.

So, no forced entry,
two glasses.

Someone brought flowers.
She knew her attacker.

It's always the ones
you least suspect,

the ones you trust the most,
that hurt you.

They wait until your guard
is down, and then, wham!

In my case, it was tequila.

Riveting.

- Any witnesses?
- None.

But the victim's friend
might know more... Oscar.

Do you know anyone
who would have wanted

to hurt Susan, Mr. Rivas?

No. Everybody liked Susan.

Who did she trust the most?

To be honest, I don't know much
about Susan's life here.

I-I just came from El Salvador.

She was supposed to pick me up
from the airport.

When she didn't show, I came
here and... saw all of this.

And how do you know her?

We were in a gang. Los Exes.

A gang member turned
rocket scientist.

Gosh, and I thought I had range.

When I left the life,
I wanted to pay it forward,

so I helped people like Susan
get out and get clean.

She was a drug addict?

Don't judge her.
A lot of us were.

Oh, I'm not judging.
I love drugs.

In fact, do you think she
might have any lying around?

Do you know if Susan still had
any connection to Los Exes?

No, she made a clean break.

She moved here, went to school,

made an amazing life
for herself.

Promise me you will punish the
son of a bitch that did this.

- Oh, with pleasure.
- Okay.

Thank you, Mr. Rivas. We'll be
in touch if we need anything.

You can take him. Let's get
in touch with next of kin

and head back to
the precinct.

I meant what I said earlier.

What do you mean?

That I don't care what people
think about me.

So if you want to talk to anyone
about, you know,

me being the Devil...

that is,
if you haven't already...

then just know that it is
totally fine with me.

Okay. I-I don't think
that's necessary.

Right. So you haven't told
anyone about me?

No. No.

Not a soul.

She's
a monster. Demanding.

Complains
all the time.

It's like nothing
is ever good enough.

- And how old is Brooklyn now?
- Three.

You know, sometimes
I catch her looking at me

like she knows she's won.

Well, it can't be all bad.

- Can it?
- Don't you get it?

She's a sociopath.

Children are all
sociopaths.

Time's up. Apologies.

I have much more
pressing matters

to discuss with the doctor.

I'm in the middle
of my session here.

Well, the doctor is with child.
She needs her rest.

How dare you burden her
with your petty concerns.

Now, run along.
Come on. Shoo.

Shoo.

So... I hear congratulations
are in order.

Some people claim to find
the lifelong burden fulfilling.

I'd rather not talk about
the pregnancy at work,

if you don't mind.

Lips sealed. So, about me.

What do you do
when someone has betrayed you?

Normally, I'd go straight
to punishment.

Fire. Brimstone.

Public humiliation via YouTube.

But in this case,
the subject happens to be

none other than the detective.

Wait, Chloe? What did she do?

I caught her in a lie.

A most heinous transgression.

Oh, and she may be plotting
to send me back to Hell.

Okay, that's a very
serious accusation.

How do you know this?

A complete stranger told me.

Ah. Have you talked to Chloe
about this?

Well, she's lied once. What's to
stop her from lying again?

I just need you to tell me
how to deal with her.

Cautiously, Lucifer.

There may be a very
reasonable explanation

for Chloe's behavior.

Like a spouse who suspects
their partner's been cheating,

an accusation of betrayal is
a bell that can't be unrung.

So, translation, Doctor.

Feel her out a bit.

♪ Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa... ♪

Susan survived Los Exes,

and then made it as an engineer
at Brody Aerospace.

I think I got myself a new hero.

I find it pretty pathetic.

That's a little dark,
don't you think?

I-I mean, it's great that
a former criminal got clean

and figured out her life,

- but for what?
- Dan,

it's about the journey,
not the destination.

She did all that work,

turned her life around
just to get shot and killed

for no reason at all.

You mean stabbed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I-I...
yeah, I didn't...

I know what
you meant.

I really miss Charlotte, too.

And hey,
if you ever...

need to talk, seriously,
or you just need a hug or...

Sometimes there's comfort
in just letting it out...

Just don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't start, Ella,
with the whole "it's all part

of His grand plan, mysterious
ways" crap right now, okay?

- I just...
- I...

wasn't gonna say any of that.

I... honestly...

I'm not sure if that's
what I believe anymore.

Well, could have fooled me.

Fair enough.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry, Ella.
No, I-I didn't mean...

No. No, no, no.
No, you're right.

Practice what you preach.

And right now...

I'm not sure what I'm preaching.

Wh-What's in the file?

Uh, flowers,
found at the crime scene.

Bismarck hyacinths.

Rare. Only found in
five flower markets.

One of which sold the bouquet
the night of the murder.

And do we know
who bought them?

Well, receipts track
to the credit card

of tech-genius-cum-billionaire
owner of Brody Aerospace,

Anders Brody.

Susan Ochoa's boss.

Um, I-I'll tell Chloe.

Okay.

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh,
oh-oh-oh-oh... ♪

Bit self-aggrandizing,
don't you think?

Maybe he's compensating
for something.

Cue relentless onslaught
of small-penis jokes

in three, two, one.

You know, 'cause
he's compensating.

For his guilt, I mean.

Oh, well, I thought...
Okay, well, never mind.

So, you think that he's
hosting charity regattas

because he's feeling guilty?

Yes, for doing bad things.

Like betraying a beloved and
totally innocent coworker.

You know, maybe you
and Anders are similar.

Rich, famous,
at the very least, notorious.

Wait. No, no, no.

You're supposed to be
Brody in this metaphor.

Have you ever considered
donating any of your

vast fortune to charity?

I've put many a nubile
law student through college,

thank you very much,

several of which were
named "Charity," so...

Hard to believe

a guy so dedicated
to saving the world

would murder his own employee.

Well, sometimes betrayal comes

from ones we expect the least,
doesn't it, Detective?

You!

Anders Brody.

- You killed her, didn't you?
- Killed?

Who?

Susan Ochoa.

You went around to her place
and murdered her in cold blood.

Are you out of your mind?

Who are you?

LAPD. We're here
investigating the murder

of your employee,
Susan Ochoa.

Look, I don't even
know who that is,

so I certainly
didn't kill her.

What happened?

You go over to her place,
try and put the moves on her?

She wasn't into it, you couldn't
take it, and killed her?

I don't know her.

We know about the flowers.

They tracked back to you.

I don't think so!

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Susan invited you
into her home...

her life...
and you betrayed her.

Do something!
He's gonna kill me.

Lucifer, there may be
a less violent way

of getting him to talk.

Okay. All right,
all right, all right.

I betrayed Susan.

But it's not what you think.

- Please.
- Fine.

Thank you for your honesty.
I like honesty.

Now, if you wouldn't mind
sharing with us

a sympathetic
and logical explanation

for your betrayal.

Not another word
without my lawyers.

Is it true that human spawn
erupt from their mothers' bodies

in a ceremony of blood and pain?

What? No.

In Hell, torture via birth
was a favorite.

If half of what we did
is accurate,

your sex hole's never
going back to normal.

Okay, Maze, um...

that's enough, thank you.

Uh, and the birth is many,
many, many months from now.

Yeah, but I have
questions, Linda.

Things I don't
want to know.

Things I need to know.

And there will be plenty of time

to have all
of your questions answered

by someone else.

But it's just too soon
to be dealing with all of this.

And besides, I have a client

that should be arriving
any minute.

Whatever. You're lying.

This is your lunch hour,

where you eat your lunch
and ogle hot guys on Tinder.

Of course, pretty soon,

you'll be using this hour

attached to one of those
milking devices.

We used to use those, too.
In fact, we...

we hooked this guy
up to it once.

His ba...

Okay, goodbye, Maze.

Okay.

It must have been such a relief
for him to come clean.

Who knows? Maybe next time,
we try to get him to confess

in a less violent way?

Where's the fun in that?

Well, at the very least,
next time, maybe we try

and get him to confess
more specifically?

"I betrayed her" can
mean a lot of things.

You're right. You're right.

Maybe we should brainstorm
a list of betrayals.

You start, Detective.

Oh.

Hey, Ella. What's up?

Anders Brody didn't kill
Susan Ochoa.

What? How do you know that?

Because, while Brody's
been in custody,

the real killer
just struck again.

Victim's name
is David Ramirez.

27. Apprentice mechanic.

Lived in the back of the shop.

Hmm. Is this what
I think it is?

Yep.

Tattoos that were removed.

And their designs look like...

Los Exes gang tats.

Apparently, Ramirez
grew up in foster homes.

He got mixed up
with the wrong crowd,

got arrested
a bunch of times.

Four years ago,
he goes to night school,

gets his mechanic certification,
and he's been clean ever since.

- Damn it.
- What's wrong?

He was just-just trying
to clean up his life, you know,

like-like Susan Ochoa.

Okay, I-let's focus on the
things we can control.

Like stopping the killer
from striking again.

We know that all the
victims were linked

by their former gang,
so maybe it's someone

from their past.

But what's the motive?

Retribution, maybe.

Well, then, let's talk
to the former crew,

see if anyone knows anything.

Los Exes aren't dumb
corner boys anymore.

They're a major
drug operation.

Which means
they have lawyers.

And without airtight warrants
or full SWAT backup,

they'll stonewall us.

You're absolutely right, so I'll
call a judge, get a warrant.

That might take
a couple days.

But, um...

Dan, I know what
this is about. Okay?

There's nothing we can do
until we get a warrant.

Okay.

Has anyone seen Lucifer?

- I'll take him from here.
- What are you doing?

- No, don't touch me.
- I will take him from here.

Relax. Your neck is fine.

It's your guilt I want
to get a grip on.

Now, you said you
betrayed Susan.

So, if you didn't kill her,
what did you do?

Look, man, I think it's best if
you just speak with my lawyers.

You went to Susan's that evening
for a reason, so tell me...

what did you desire?

I wanted...

Hmm?

I wanted forgiveness.

Forgiveness? Why?

One day, I came upon Susan

as she was talking to
some at-risk youth group

about her past.

Her struggles
with addiction.

I had no idea,
and I panicked.

Imagine the P.R. crisis.

Head of safety protocols
a drug addict?

So I demoted her.

Took her off the NASA project.

You punished her
for her former life.

But then I went
through her file,

and I found that Susan
was a model employee.

And she passed every
single drug test,

including the one last week.

It wasn't right
what I did to her.

So you went over to apologize.

But when I got there,
it was too late.

She was dead.

I was wrong.

Oh.

Never said that before.

It feels good, man.

Feels real good.

I'm sure it does.

Mm. Anyway...

you're free to go.

Thanks.

Were you just hugging
Anders Brody?

Well, whatever it takes
to get answers, Detective.

Huh. That's very evolved of you.

Mm.

Well, we're still
waiting on warrants,

and we can't do anything
on the case until tomorrow,

so our night's free.

- Go on.
- Well, I thought that

maybe we could meet up later

and, um... you know,
not exactly a date,

but, uh, maybe something better.

Well, it sounds like
you have something

very particular in mind.

See you next week.

Amenadiel.

What are you doing here?

I brought you some things.

Stuff that could help you out
during this time.

That's so nice of you,

- but I don't need anything.
- Linda, listen.

I want to be here for you.

All right?

So I figured that this
would be a good way

for us to start.

Now, let's do this.

This one's good
because this Dr. Spock,

he seemed to know
the most about babies.

This one shows the baby
that all animals poop.

I'm not really sure why the baby
would need to know that.

This one is good

because it tells you what to do
when the baby is crying.

Although, maybe you don't
need this one.

I overheard at least three
people crying in here today,

and you handled it like a pro.

It's too soon.

Honestly, it's very kind of you,
and I appreciate the gesture.

I really do. I...

But I...

I told you
you were the father

because you deserved to know,

not to pressure you
into helping out.

Truth is, I'm used to
doing things on my own.

I don't see why raising a baby
should be any different.

I just wanted to help.

You don't need to
worry about me.

And, you know, I...
I would love to talk,

but, unfortunately, I have
a ton of paperwork to do

before my next client, so...

Right.

I'll get out your way.

- I like that one.
- Really?

Hmm, not the one
I would have chosen,

but you are the closest
person to a baby I know.

Okay, so, at what age did your
parents teach you to hunt?

What's going on in here?

Maze, you know she's not
allowed to play with knives.

Relax, Dan, these knives
aren't for Trixie.

They're for a baby.

Okay, new rule.

No more knife play
of any kind with my kid.

- You got it?
- Fine.

Trixie, it's time to go.

Grab your stuff.

So who pissed in your Cheerios?

You're even grumpier
than usual.

It's the case, okay?

I feel powerless.

Any second now,
another person could get killed.

And we're just...

we're sitting on our asses.

Why?

Because we got
to wait for a judge

to give us a stupid warrant.

Says who?

Mr. Morningstar, thank
you for reaching out.

Are you okay?

Did Detective Decker...

Did she do something?

No.

And she never will.

I'm just here
to tell you

that you're wrong
about the detective.

If she's planning anything,
it's an apology.

I certainly hope
that that's the case.

O, ye of little faith, Father.

Have you noticed
her carrying a vial?

A what?

A vial.

It's, uh, an
ornate thing.

It's about the
size of a plum.

I got word from a
colleague of mine in Rome

that she'd met with a
priest who was hell-bent

on banishing the
Devil from Earth.

And you all get paid
to do this?

I'm genuinely asking.

Supposedly, this
priest has uncovered

a ceremony that would...
and-and bear with me...

trap the Devil in Hell
for all eternity.

He's shared the details of
this ceremony with Chloe.

A ceremony to banish
the Devil to Hell?

That is priceless.

No, but, seriously, you all need
to take End of Days out

of the Vatican
movie night rotation.

Definitely not one
of Arnold's best.

I know. I know it sounds crazy.

But-but Chloe was
very distressed

the last time I saw her.

Apparently, the ceremony
involves giving the subject

a sacramental liquid that
would sedate the Devil.

Ooh. Let me guess,
it's inside the plum vial.

So I'm told.

And if it would
sedate the Devil,

I fear that it
involves some poison,

something that would
kill a normal man.

You're incorrigible,
aren't you?

Do you honestly think that I
would travel thousands of miles,

tell you these outlandish tales,
if I didn't take them seriously?

I hope beyond hope
that I am wrong.

But if there is any chance
that Chloe could try something,

you need to be careful.

Well, consider me warned.

You may absolve yourself
of any further responsibility

in this matter.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have plans.

Is that the man?

Not a man,
Your Excellency.

The prophecy is real.

And now that
the trap is set,

everything
will come together soon.

I hope this
so-called surprise of yours

doesn't involve me
taking off my shoes.

I should warn you that
what I have planned, it...

might be painful for
you, but I think,

ultimately, you'll see
it's a good thing.

Painful? Detective, what
on earth are you talking about?

It's just up ahead.

What is?

Just forgive me.

Detective,

where are you taking me?

Howdy.

What's up, fellas?

You have any idea
where you are?

Yes, I do.

Los Exes headquarters.

So-called brain trust of your
transnational drug operation.

Come on, guys. Relax.

That's not why I'm here, okay?

Susan Ochoa and David Ramirez
were murdered.

And I know you guys
are involved somehow.

So I need to talk to the guy
or the girl who's in charge.

And be quick about it.
I'm in a little bit of a hurry.

Okay.

You know what, m-maybe... maybe
I didn't make myself clear.

Which one of you losers
is in charge?

Okay. All right.

I guess I'm just gonna have
to press the issue, right?

Come on!

You see? Now,
th-that wasn't

so hard, now, was it?

What's up, bro?

Can you please tell me
everything you know

about the murders?

Or what, homes?

Well, then there's
gonna be a problem.

You a crazy pig, homes.

Respeto.

But the only
problem we got

is figuring out what we're
going to do with your body.

Mátalo.

What? What?

Cutting it a little
close there, don't you think?

My timing is perfect.

Come on, let's go.

What are we doing
in a soup kitchen?

Volunteering.

You should try it.
It could be fun.

Watching people
trip and fall is fun.

This? Not fun.

Lucifer, I just thought
it would be nice

for us to do something
good for a change.

Oh, "for a change"?
And just what exactly is it

you'd like me to change?

Oh, Lucifer,
that's not what I meant.

Listen, okay, if you'd like
to leave, we can leave.

You have been acting
very strange, Detective.

Wanting me to drink less,
be nicer to suspects,

be more... more philanthropic.

Oh, that's not true.

The only thing I know to be true

is that you've been lying to me.

No, I haven't.

Show me your purse.

My purse? Why?

Show it to me.

Okay. Fine.

Detective, what's this?

Nothing.

Oh, right, well,
if it's nothing,

you won't mind me drinking
it, then, will you?

No, don't drink.
It's perfume.

- Oh, I've had worse.
- No!

Don't!

I know you've been meeting
with Father Kinley.

I know all about it.

It's not what you think.

Isn't it?

No, it's not. It's...

Dan, can I call you back?

I'm right in the middle
of something.

I know who the killer is.

What?

And he's about to skip town.

♪ Shadows hide in the corners ♪

♪ They take all they can take ♪

Hey, Dan.

Okay, his name is Oscar,

and I just sent you a picture.

♪ Haunted... ♪

That's Susan Ochoa's
drug counselor.

We talked to him at the scene.

Well, the head of Los Exes says
that he's the killer.

The head of Los Exes? How?

We caught a break, okay?
It doesn't matter.

What matters is that Rivas was a
gang counselor for both victims.

So you're saying
they trusted him,

made their dark sides
vulnerable,

and then he just
stabbed them in the back.

Yeah, pretty much.

Why?

That's the
million-dollar question.

Lucifer.

Lucifer, wait!

Wait!

Let me in!

You.

How could you just murder them?

I did what needed to be done.

They trusted you.

They shared their
darkest truths,

and you just betray them?

And I would happily do it again.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

I showed those losers
the real me.

Be careful,
or I'll show you the real me.

Oh, yes. Do it.

I thought they could change,

but they couldn't.

Dave was
stealing again.

Susan was back on drugs.

They were trash,
so I killed them.

What are you going to do?

I'll show you.

Oh, show me
what you got.

Come on, Lucifer.
Show us who you really are.

You want me to punish you.

- Why?
- Hands in the air.

I failed.

May God forgive me.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about, man.

When you kneed that dude
and he fell down,

and I just came in there... wah...
elbow to the face?

Amazing.

It just felt so good, you know?

Just to let loose, not have to
follow the rules for a change.

And you...

are amazing for helping me out
like that.

Come on, any time you want
to beat someone up... any time...

you call me.

In fact, I will kick your ass
if you don't.

Oh, man, it's gonna sound crazy,
but I can't wait to do it again.

Oh! Old Dan is back.

I am so in.

The straight and narrow Dan,
total buzzkill.

Ah, screw that Dan.
He was getting me nowhere.

Trust me, darker Dan
will get you real far.

Well, that does it.

I'll never be able to eat
beef kabobs ever again.

Hmm.

Did you find anything?

Uh, yeah. Same thing:

bloody clothes, another knife,
same as the others.

And who owns the house?

I don't know.
I'll see if we have that yet.

Man, this dude must have been
really scared of something

to go out like that.

Mm. Or someone.

Are you okay?

Something else
was happening here.

Something strange.

He knew about my true face.
He wanted me to show it to him.

- Why?
- I don't know.

But I could have sworn

that he said,
"Show us your face."

"Us"? But there was
no one else here.

Unless it's a two-way mirror.

Uh, that was evidence.

This is a secure crime scene.
Uh, never mind.

Thanks.

You're never gonna believe
who owns the house.

The Catholic Church?

Your friend, Father Kinley,
must have been watching.

I think Kinley arranged
all of this to get to you.

He wanted to show
someone who...

or what you really are.

I know that we have
a lot to talk about,

and I have a lot to explain,
and I know

a lot of this is my fault,
but you need to trust me

- right now.
- Oh. Really?

I think you're in real danger.

Enlighten me, Detective.

Just who exactly
am I in danger from?

What in God's
name was that?

It's a setback.
That's all.

That man killed two people,
then himself.

And you knew? No, wait.

You orchestrated it.

Extreme measures
were taken.

It would have been worth it

if Lucifer had shown
his true face.

Can you even hear yourself?

The Church needs to see
that Lucifer Morningstar

is the actual Devil.

It should have worked.

Chloe told me that he likes

to make every case
about himself.

And I set it up perfectly
for him to want to punish Rivas.

How could he not reveal himself?

Because he's better than
you give him credit for.

Detective Decker.

Well, she knows the truth.

Tell him.

I do know the
truth, Father.

You worked at the same parish
in El Salvador as Oscar Rivas.

That's quite
the coincidence.

Oscar was a good man,
a true believer

willing to do
what was necessary

to take what action
was needed to battle evil.

You had Rivas kill two
innocent people to battle evil?

He willingly sacrificed himself

to force Lucifer to reveal his
true form, to show the Church,

finally, the truth.

This is all your own private
crusade, isn't it, Father?

The Vatican doesn't know
about this, do they?

Because they don't believe.

But together,
you and I can convince them.

Together, we can save them
and so many others.

You're under arrest, Father,
for conspiracy to commit murder.

Dear, dear girl.
Oscar is dead,

and I have done
nothing wrong myself.

You have no proof.

It's your word against mine.

There is always evidence.

I will find it,
and I won't stop

until there's enough
to put you away.

That won't be necessary.

I'll testify.
Anything you need.

I'm sorry,
but you're sick, William.

Mrs. Smith?

I'm looking
for Mrs. Smith.

Amenadiel.

What are you doing here?

Linda, you don't have
to do this alone.

I want to be here for this baby.

And most importantly,
I want to be here for you.

Um... yeah.

Oh. Okay.

Oh.

Will you marry me?

Whoa!

No.

N-No.

No. Amenadiel.

Amenadiel, come here.
Have a seat.

Amenadiel.

What you're doing
is-is amazing and heroic.

And I should be so lucky

to end up with someone
half as special as you are.

But what you're
doing here... it's...

It's for the wrong reasons.

And it's...
it's-it's not what I...

It's not what I need right now.

Then what do you need?

I think I just need someone
to hold my hand

and tell me
everything's gonna be okay.

I promise you, Linda,
everything is gonna be okay.

Okay.

Hi.

I arrested Father Kinley,
so you don't have to worry

about him coming
after you anymore.

I don't care
that he was trying to hurt me.

I care that you were.

Lucifer,
you have to understand that...

after I saw you...

saw your face...

...I had to get away

to process things,
you know?

And somehow,
I ended up in Rome.

Kinley found me.

And obviously, I shouldn't
have confided in him,

but, you know, at the time,

it felt like he understood
what I was going through.

- He said you found him.
- He's lying.

Well, there's a lot
of that going around.

Well, yes, uh, I...

I did lie to you. Uh...

And-and... and for a moment,

I was helping him try to
send you back to Hell.

How could you do that to me?
To me?

Because I'm terrified!

You are the actual Devil.

I mean...

Every story of good and bad

from throughout history,
throughout time,

says that you are
the embodiment of evil.

And-and how am I,
Chloe Decker, a nobody,

supposed to deal with that?

But... but then...

Then I came back, and...

And I saw you.

I really saw you.

And I remembered
how you made me feel.

And I realized, Lucifer,
you're not that guy.

- No?
- No.

What if I am that guy?

You don't have to be.
You-you can change.

But what if I can't?

Could you accept me like this?

I... uh...

Well, y-you have no idea
how much I want to.

I do. I'm... I'm trying.

But could you?

I...

I don't know.

Then I have my answer.

♪ In a world on fire ♪

♪ Nothing's ever as it seems ♪

♪ Even your dreams ♪

♪ Bathed in gasoline ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ In a world on fire ♪

♪ If you close your eyes ♪

♪ And you pick a side ♪

♪ Will you follow blindly ♪

♪ Into the darkness? ♪

♪ In a world on fire... ♪

Your Excellency.

Did you change your mind?
Are you here to get me out?

I am here
to take your confession.

- I have nothing to confess.
- William.

You are responsible
for the deaths of three people.

For what?

I'm trying to save lives.

To stop the prophecy.

"When the Devil
walks the Earth

and finds his first love,
evil shall be released."

Enough with this damn prophecy
you're obsessed with.

The Devil is walking the Earth.

His Holiness has issued
an Order.

You've been excommunicated.

I... may have failed,
temporarily,

to prove that Lucifer
is the Devil,

but at least I have pushed him
and Chloe Decker apart.

Maybe that will be enough
to stop the prophecy.

Even if Lucifer Morningstar
was the Devil

and the prophecy was true,
what makes you so sure

Chloe Decker
is even his first love?

I'll be praying
for you, William.

Of course she is.

Who else could it be?

♪ Of playing ♪

♪ Playing with
this bow and arrow ♪

♪ Gonna give my heart away ♪

♪ Leave it to
the other girls to play ♪

♪ For I've been a temptress
too long... ♪

So many options.

Um...

I'll have...

♪ Give me a reason... ♪

...an appletini.

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ To be ♪

♪ A woman ♪

♪ It's all I want to be ♪

♪ Is a woman ♪

♪ For this is the beginning ♪

♪ Of forever ♪

♪ And ever ♪