All language subtitles for Lucifer_S03E01_Theyre Back, Arent They_.English (CC)

[upbeat rock music playing]

[honking]

Are you blind?

[groans]

[laughs incredulously]

The day I've had, I tell you.

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

Uh-oh.

Dearie me. At least I'm healing fast.

Do you have any aloe vera?

I ain't going back to L.A.

But...

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

Wait. Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh, yes, yes, you're that jewelry thief,

the one who left in nothing
but his manties.

You! You got me put in jail.

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

I wasn't the one with the gun
and the ski mask.

I'm not gonna let you screw this up
for me again.

It's time for you to go.

[laughs] You are a tenacious one,
I'll give you that. Respect.

You're one crazy-ass bitch.

Now get out of the truck.

[cocks gun] Now.

Look, I know you don't want to shoot me,

Mr... What's your name?

-Said out, bitch.
-Mr. Said Out Bitch.

Tell me, what is it you really desire?

I just want to get out of here, man.

Right, freedom, of course.

-That hasn't changed.
-[police siren blaring]

[exhales]

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

[sirens continue wailing]

[policeman] Suspect's heading towards us.
Prepare the blockade.

[honking "Shave and a Haircut"]

[policeman] Don't move!

Hello there.

-Hands in the air!
-That won't be necessary.

I'm Lucifer Morningstar,
consultant for the L.A.P.D.

I've apprehended this stolen vehicle
and all of its contents.

-You're welcome.
-Hands up! Down on the ground!

Well, I'd really rather not.
I've just got into some clean clothes.

Partner name and badge number?

Oh, for goodness sake, Detective Decker.

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

But I'd say with certainty she's a 34B,
if that helps.

Hot as Hell out here, isn't it?

Close, anyway.

Checks out.

Well, of course it does.

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

Okay.

Hold on!

What'd you do with the real thief?

Well, unfortunately, he got away.

But not to worry.

I don't think he'll be bothering you
for a very, very long time.

[rock music continues]

[elevator dings]

Oh, good, you're here.

Well, I wasn't sure what you fancied,
so I ordered a little of everything.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Lucifer, what is all of this?

This is your new wellness regime.

I thought since I was responsible

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

And, yes, Benjamin is part
of the package. [chuckles]

He'll be back after dark.

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

Mmm.

What? I just want to take care of you.
Is that so hard to believe?

-Yes. Out with it. What's going on?
-[sighs]

Talk about insult to injury.

I didn't know that they could grow back.

Are wings like body hair?

No. Don't be so ridiculous.

This is Dad's latest stunt.

Celestial spanking, if you will.

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

-Holy crap!
-Exactly.

Hmm.

But it's no biggie.

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

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

bounty hunting again,

and, well, I thought, what with your

medical expertise and training...

Even if I was that kind of doctor,

I'm pretty sure they're not teaching
wing-ectomies in med school.

No, it's quite simple.
It's just snip, snip and Bob's your uncle.

Yeah, well, God's your father, Lucifer,

and these are never simple with him.

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

They've returned
because Dad is a control freak.

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

so he stuck my wings back on, but,

I am not his Mr. Potato Head.

And don't worry. I fully plan
to track down Dad's emissary on Earth

and give him a return message,
but for now--

Emissary?

You think God sent someone
to do this to you?

Never mind all that.

Right now I need you to help me,
so come on, chop chop.

No.

As your therapist, I'm sorry.

But I can't do this.

Well, as a friend then.

Yes, as a friend who got caught
in the crossfire, I beg you, please,

think this through
before you do something rash.

I almost died
because of your family drama.

Right.

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

Okay.

[groans] God, it's hard enough
just to scratch your own back.

[phones ringing]

Right, it's okay, it's okay.

You can call off the search party.

I'm unharmed.

-'Sup, wimp?
-[groans in pain]

Detective.

Detective. I am so sorry.

You must have
been so worried in my absence.

Your absence? I saw you two days ago.

I thought you were just avoiding
meeting the new lieutenant.

Really? Who? Never mind, I don't care.

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

Oh, is this about the message you left?

Message? Oh. Right.

Uh, well, we will talk about that later,

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

Kidnapped you?

Okay, I'll play. Who kidnapped you?

I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

I don't know.

[stutters] Look, I'm fairly certain
that my father's behind it.

Your father kidnapped you?

Well, no, not him personally.

God never gets his own hands dirty,
does he?

Uh-huh.

-You don't believe me.
-Uh-huh.

Sorry, this is just
a little far-fetched. Even for you.

Right. Okay. Fine.

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

Come on. Come on.

[rock music playing]

[Lucifer] Yes, I'm sure.
It's just past this shrub.

[Chloe] Well, I don't see anything.

[Lucifer] What? I...

Ah! [laughs] Footprints.

Those are mine.

Oh. Well...

Well, then the wind must have
blown the crime scene bare, Detective.

Because I am not lying.

Someone kidnapped me.

I was outside the hospital
leaving you a message and someone--

So, this was about that message.

Look, Lucifer, if you regret
what you said,

if this kidnapping tale
is some elaborate distraction,

you can just stop.

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

I'm no stranger to the drunken dial.

Yes, I have been known
to avoid the issue at times,

but that is not the case here.

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

What?

I believe you.

[theme music playing]

Soaked in sweat, parched and starving,

he scraped, clawed his way
towards the light,

but, ironically,

the only thing stronger than

his desperate desire to live was

the sun.

Its relentless heat literally cooking him

until one last breath.

And he's gone.

Tragic, but now can we
please get on with it?

Whoever killed this dehydrated sap

is clearly responsible
for my Devil-napping.

I mean, the location
is far too coincidental.

Who is he and what does
he have to do with me?

[Chloe] Steve Venalis.

Owner and CEO of Angelette Hotel.

Steve Venalis. That's strange.

Never heard of him.

Well, you'd think we'd have
some kind of connection.

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

Hey, Jerry,
I think I found some footprints.

What? No, those are mine.

[scoffs] Amateurs.

How did we get stuck
with the B team anyway?

Lucifer, this is Lancaster P.D.

The crime scene is on the L.A. border,
so they're here helping.

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

Jeez, these Lancaster guys
are a bunch of tools.

[Dan] Speaking of tools...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, Detective. Detective.

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

Hey, guys, look at this.

Finally, a clue.

An A.

-Right, off we go, Miss Lopez.
-Oh.

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

Wanna make sure we didn't miss anything.

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

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

Oh, my gosh, you guys. Did I tell you

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

"The red tape beyond
the yellow tape." Riveting.

-Sounds it.
-Yup.

Anyway, big fan.

The guy is a serious rock star.

I can't believe he transferred here.

We are so lucky.

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

I'm Lieutenant Marcus Pierce.

All right, back to it.

Uh, Detective Daniel Espinoza.
Heard a lot about you, Lieutenant.

And I'm really excited to work with you.

I wish I could say the same.

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

-Excuse me?
-No, excuse me.

You must be Lucifer.

Morningstar. Pleasure.

There was an investigation last year.

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

I think I'll refrain from
physical contact, if you don't mind.

You don't seem reckless.

Narcissistic, hedonistic, that I see.

Well, thank you very much.

It's not a compliment.
Your file's as long as my johnson.

-Oh, quick read then?
-Hardly.

Well, I for one don't need
a file to ascertain

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

-Accurate.
-Okay.

Hi. I'm Detective Decker.

Lucifer's partner. I know.

Actually, he's mine.
Uh, consultant, to be exact.

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

Well, isn't he amazing?

We just had the best conversation
over the donuts I brought for him.

Everyone. Not just him.

-I'm not kissing ass or anything.
-[Lucifer] Mmm-hmm.

Donuts for everyone. Donuts.

-Right.
-[Chloe] Wow.

Lucifer!

I've been looking all over for you.

[Lucifer sighs]

Through here. Go.

So, what happened?

It was terrible, brother.

I was kidnapped.

No, Luci.

I meant Mom.

Oh.

What? Didn't you get my text?

What, you mean
the string of nonsensical emojis?

Fire, sword, donut, space man, clock,

dancing lady, flashlight, thumbs up.

How am I supposed to know what that means?

I ignited the Flaming Sword,
used it to cut a hole in space and time,

Mom's light flooded through it,
then it closed up behind her. All good.

Mom's... Mom is gone?

Yes.

Yes, I mean, she says goodbye forever,

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

But the good news is

you get your necklace back.

We all know how attached to that you are.

So, back to more current issues,
me and my kidnapping.

Now, clearly Dad is behind it,
but the question is

who is his emissary and how were they
able to render me unconscious?

Either they used
some kind of celestial weapon

or the detective was nearby,
and if it's the latter,

then it has to be someone
who knows she makes me vulnerable.

Hang on.

The "A" on the key chain
is for Amenadiel, isn't it?

-What?
-Of course, it's you.

Now that God's favorite son's
regained his powers

he's back to being his little bitch.

Luci, I didn't get my powers back.

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

Now

that appears to have been
a one-time thing.

But

-you have got your wings back, right?
-No.

Not yet.

Well, isn't that ironic.

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

I get whacked over the head

and hauled out to the desert.

-That's not ironic.
-Well, not ironic, ironic.

More Alanis Morissette's Ironic.

Anyway, the point is, I'm sure

your full powers
will come back in no time.

You probably just need a good nap.

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

-What?
-We got a suspect.

Prints on the key chain.

First, it looked like
it had been wiped down,

then I whipped out
the color fluorescent film and, whamo!

Well done, Miss Lopez.

Oh, sorry, we haven't
officially met yet. I'm Ella.

Amenadiel.

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

But anyway,

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

Whoa, someone works out.

Now I know who carries the guns
in the family.

Right. Yes, enough of that.
We have a suspect. Shall we?

Oh, brother, about your problem...

I think I might have just the remedy.

I'll text you the info later.

Words this time, please.

[Chloe] Josh Hamid,
the victim's business partner.

The two own this hotel.

[Lucifer] This is a mugshot.
Has he got a record?

Yeah, possession of an exotic animal.
A tiger, I think.

What, that's illegal? Too bad.

Yeah, anyhow, looks like Josh and Steve
both come from family money.

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

Imagine, buying your own establishment

just to justify your decadent lifestyle.

It's absurd.

Yeah, absurd.

[Chloe] Josh Hamid?

Who wants to know?

Detective Decker, L.A.P.D.

I imagine you recognize me.

You got a nice set of cans for a cop.

Right, whilst I don't disagree,
that is incredibly disrespectful.

Perhaps I should teach you some manners.

Lucifer, I got this.

Got a nice ass, too.

Yeah? Well, I also got these.

And your sorry ass is a suspect
in the Steve Venalis murder.

I told you Steve was up to something.

You want to cuff me, honey,
you're gonna have to catch me.

Excuse me!

Excuse me.

You've got a gun? Scary.

Hey, you tell Steve
I'm officially impressed.

-You think this is funny?
-Lucifer!

Maybe it's a bit funny.

So, Josh.

Why did you kidnap me?

I swear, I've never seen you before
you tried to kill me today.

-Really, Joshy.
-Excuse us.

What?

-What are you doing?
-Consulting.

Then consult less.

So, you say you don't recognize Lucifer,

but you do admit to
knowing Steve Venalis. Correct?

Then did you do this to him?

This is a joke, right?

We found this at the crime scene
with your finger prints all over it.

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

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

-Fake?
-Yeah.

They get paid to abduct people.

I hired them for Steve.

It's our thing.

-What, to torture each other?
-No. To pull pranks.

The more money we made,
the crazier the prank.

The fake kidnapping
was retaliation for the tiger

Steve put in my backyard.

What's the name of the company?

Snatched.

Super under the radar.
I got the deluxe package.

Ah, well, they delivered.

They were supposed to nab Steve
for 48 hours.

Tie him up in a warehouse,

stick him in the desert
and then drop him back at the hotel.

When he didn't show, I just assumed

he was busy planning payback.

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

I mean, a guy named Lucifer
and the chick from Hot Tub Hotel?

High School. Hot Tub High School.
She wasn't in the sequel.

Sorry.

Anyway, can you blame me?

Look, here's the thing, Joshy.

I can assure you we're quite real.

And by the looks of it,
so are your kidnappers.

So, tell us what you know
about this Snatched.

All right, Luci, I got your text.

What's this magical remedy of yours?

[mystical instrumental music playing]

Hi, I'm Remedy.

I'm here to rub you.

Give you a massage.

Oh. [laughs nervously]

Well, why not?

Lovely. Um, please remove your clothing

and get under the towel.

We're gonna need a bigger towel.

I know where they are.

I'll be right back.

[sighs] Oh, man.

I searched the IP address
like a zillion times

and it keeps pinging
to some random Russian server.

Surely there must be some other way

to track these miscreants.

Something we missed
at the crime scene, perhaps.

I wish. All we found there
was that key chain

and our second victim.

-Wait, second victim?
-Leo.

Once a vibrant rock squirrel,

now roadkill.

Judging from his time of death,

about 16 hours before Steve died
of dehydration, it's

pretty likely the kidnappers
are the ones who ran him over.

Poor guy never even saw it coming.

-So, did you lift any tire treads?
-Sure did.

Leo was squashed by

a Ryuk Road Crusher tire.
Commercial grade.

Only 850,000 sets produced.

-In the world?
-No. In L.A.

Oh, for goodness sakes.

[sighs]

You know, there still is one angle
that we haven't quite explored yet,

and that is your connection to the case.

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

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

so do you think your kidnapping
was intended as a prank

or to actually hurt you, like Steve?

Definitely the latter.
My father is not a jokester.

Right. Right.

So, say your father did hire

-these fake kidnappers--
-He did.

Any idea why?

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

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

I am trying to believe you here.

Something horrid happened to me,

and I woke up in the desert
with my bloody...

-With...
-What?

Okay, Detective,
I understand your confusion.

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

you're a woman of logic and reason and

that... That is why
I left you that message.

You require proof.

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

So, perhaps you should sit.

Okay.

Oh. Right.

Yeah, maybe I should leave, you know.

[stammers] Third wheel.

-[Chloe] Watch out.
-[whistles]

[exhales]

Okay.

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

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

Well, I do.

I have tried to be honest with you,

but if I'm being honest with myself,

and I have held the real truth
back from you,

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

Which is why I want to show...

Lucifer, whatever it is

that you want to show me,

or that you want to tell me,

it's okay.

I'm here for you.

Okay.

Then

once and for all,
I'd like to show you who I really am.

Okay.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, what... Are you gassy?

[groaning]

-Why is it not working?
-Why isn't what working?

-I don't understand. [groans]
-I do.

You know, I keep caring and you...

You just...

[whimpers]

No, Detective, I...

Really am the Devil.

Well, that sucks.

Dead ends piss me off.

Which is why I don't believe in them.

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

There has to be a way to find them.

[Chloe] You're right.

If Muhammad won't come to the mountain,
the mountain must go to Muhammad.

I have no idea what that means, Decker.

Someone needs to get kidnapped.

-Now there's an idea.
-That I was just suggesting.

No one likes a credit hog, Decker.
Now who would be the bait?

Well, I'd like to volunteer.

[Chloe] That's not a good idea.

These are the same guys
that abducted, allegedly, Lucifer.

They're gonna recognize him.

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

everything. Esperanza.

That's Espinoza.
And sure, that makes sense.

I have the most experience in the field,

so if something goes wrong, then...

You're expendable. Exactly.

Thank you.

Now go get kidnapped, Esperanza.

Hey, excuse me. I was wondering--

We're closed. We ran out of meat.

All right. Daniel, you're not
allergic to gerbils, are you?

Just making some last minute adjustments
to the questionnaire.

Hilarious.

[Chloe] Hey, Lucifer, did you
set up the pickup point?

[Lucifer] Yes. Toll bus pickup,
Olvera Street,

exactly one half hour from now.

All right, good.

Hey, you know the team will intervene
before anyone gets hurt, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Look, if you're upset about what
the Lieutenant said, you're not alone.

He's not a fan of mine either.

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

[Lucifer] You are my partner.

[both sigh]

You know, truth is,
I am feeling expendable.

It's not because Pierce said it.

It's because of Charlotte.

Oh.

Yeah, after everything
that happened at the beach

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

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

but then it seemed
like she actually cared.

-Oh, um--
-Whatever. I'll get over it.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Yes, and I'm sorry, too, Daniel.

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

[Marcus] T minus 20 people.

Take your mark, Espinoza.

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

-Okay.
-Right.

Daniel.

[scoffs] Come on.

Oh, right, under cover, yes.

Listen, I know you were
talking about Charlotte

and as douchey as you may be,

and I know you can't help it,

her current behavior
has nothing to do with you. Okay?

And as much as I appreciate
the pep talk, Lucifer,

it's kind of you that got me in the
whole Charlotte mess in the first place.

So, maybe you should just

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

Good talk.

My side of the street.

That's a good idea.

[knocking at door]

Leo?

[knocking continues]

Oh.

Hey. I'm sorry to bother you,

but do you have any idea
where my brother went?

He's ignoring my phone calls.

Oh. What? No, no, no,
he's totally not ignoring you.

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

-Can I help?
-That's very nice of you, but no.

It's personal.

You a believer?

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

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

I mean, even the most pathetic,

sad sack pyrolytic creatures
serve a purpose.

Like, Leo here.

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

but he's still valuable evidence.

That's the thing.

You never know, when you're rock bottom,

pain and humiliation
can end up helping others.

I mean, God works in mysterious ways.

So, you just gotta believe
that when he crushes your nuts,

he does it for a reason.

Has this Leo

provided you with a break in your case?

Not yet,

but you gotta have faith.

Right?

Right.

Right.

The kidnappers are seven minutes late.

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

I'm worried. Where are they?

They'll be here.

Come on.

Come on, be here, please.

[device beeps]

-[engine revs]
-[Lucifer] Lovely, right on time.

Hello.

Right, how do we...
Oh, careful, I bruise like a peach.

[Lucifer] Easy.

[cell phone vibrates]

Seriously?

[Lucifer] Ah, there you are.

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

Very Blood Simple. [chuckles]

Coen Brothers movie? No?

Oh. [sighs]

Well,

hello, kidnappers.

Finally.

I have you right where I want you.

[all laughing]

Let's see, so many questions,

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

Hmm? How did you render me
unconscious? [chuckling]

What are you doing?

Stop it, that tickles.

Argh!

-We used this last week, right?
-Yeah.

Did you forget to charge it?

No, I didn't forget to charge it.

[squeals]

Dude, not cool.

I just don't get it.

-I hate to interrupt.
-[both gasp]

Where were we?

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

Yeah, remind me to kick his ass
for humiliating me in front of Pierce.

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

Look, don't worry, Chloe.

Lucifer can take care of himself.

Found Lucifer's phone.

In some bushes on Alameda Street.

-Kidnappers must have tossed it.
-What about traffic cams?

Maybe we can pull a plate number?

No. I checked everything
within a mile radius. Nada.

Must have grabbed him in a blind spot.

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

[groaning] I can't breathe!

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

Oh, come on, man. Ask us anything.

All right.

My face. How did you do it?

[kidnapper 1] What?

The wings are one thing,
but my Devil face,

-how did you take that?
-[kidnappers whimpering]

We've never seen you before, man.

Yeah, man, never even heard of you
before today.

I just got a name,

that you're a douche, a pickup point,

and that you got a thing for gerbils.

I suppose you'll also deny
abducting Mr. Venalis

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

The client from last week, man.

Right, man, his friend got him
the deluxe package.

We did the detail work here,
and then our partner Sam picked him up,

took him to the spider hole
for a few hours

and dropped him back off at the hotel.

Well, then it seems your colleague
took a detour.

Where does this Sam live?

Koreatown! It's a big building on Leeward.

-Apartment?
-5B, man. 5B.

Lovely. Thanks for your help.

-Hey, man. Hey, let us go, man.
-[whimpering]

-Oh, man.
-Help!

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

[Chloe] Right. Tires treads
on the roadkill led to nothing.

There's gotta be something we're missing.

Maybe Lancaster has something.

-We're screwed.
-Or not.

Remember the detective
who found the key chain?

Doesn't exist.
At least not in Lancaster P.D.

They only sent patrol units to the scene.

Whoa! You think that was our guy?

Killers often return
to the scene of the crime.

Which means he wasn't finding evidence,
he was trying to steal it.

-Should've known.
-Why should you have known?

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

Look, let's look through these photos,

try to find him in the background, okay?

[Ella] Yes. Then we can nail his ass

with facial recognition software.

Here he is.

But his back's to us.

You guys... Oh, my gosh.

-I knew, I knew he didn't die in vain.
-Who?

Leo. See. Look.

There's our suspect, right?
Leaving the scene.

Walking towards that van.

Ryuk Road Crusher tires.

Commercial grade.
That's the van that ran over Leo.

I mean, this pretty much confirms
this guy's our killer.

Okay, so maybe we can get an ID.

[Chloe] Let's run the license plate.

[knocking at door]

Remember me?

[Sam panting]

-It's you.
-[Lucifer] Yeah.

Yes.

You know me as the Devil you so rudely

turned into an angel and then dumped

in the middle of the desert.
But I don't know you.

So, come on, introduce yourself.

-I'm Sam.
-Yes, Yes, I know that.

But what are you?

And how did my father
get his hooks into you?

-Your father?
-Oh, come on, don't be coy.

Let me see...

Unless Dad got jiggy
with some celestial babe after Mom,

then you're not my sibling, so,

demon?

Hmm? Changeling?

I work for an extreme kidnapping company.

-Snatched.
-Oh, do you now?

Do you know what?
It doesn't matter what you are

because this should take care of you.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I left you in the desert.

I really am.

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

[whimpers] It was just a routine gig.

I was going to swap him for you, but when
I went to pull you out of the van,

you had freakin' wings, man.

Well, duh! Wings that you put there
at the behest of my father.

Now, stop lying.

I'm not. [crying]
I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I swear. Believe me, I didn't want to run,

but you scared the hell out of me.

Okay, listen, Sammy,
I know you're just the messenger,

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

I define who I am, not him, me!

[whimpers]

Oh, bloody hell.

They're back, aren't they?

How? How are you doing this?

Did my father give you some kind of totem,

a talisman, what?

I'm telling you,
I don't know what's happening.

And I don't know your dad.

Unless... [stammers]
Is your dad the Sinnerman?

Quite the opposite. Who is the Sinnerman?

That's who [stammers] hired me
to kidnap you.

He's this scary dude.

Huge crime boss, I owed him big time.

But because I didn't finish the job,
I'm as good as dead now.

That's why I was running.

And where do I find this Sinnerman?

You don't, he finds you.

[Chloe] Lucifer?

Get up.

Up.

Come on. Get up.

[Dan talking indistinctly]

What happened to you?

I don't know.

Decker, it ain't good.

Lieutenant, look,
I know what you're going to say.

And even though we caught our guy,
Lucifer was way out of line

and I don't disagree,

but here's what you got to know

about our unorthodox methods.

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

yes, you're right.

But you know what? He's mine too.

And for whatever reason,
we make an effective team

and we'll be even more so

when I stop investing on a, um,

personal level.

I am here to solve crimes, not to see his,

his thing or whatever.

Which is not something
that you need to know.

Right. Look, point is,

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

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

Okay.

-Okay?
-Okay.

I just came down here
to let you know that your perp

has been released on bail.

Oh.

Uh, wait, how is that possible?

Don't know.

Friends in high places, I guess.

But there's got to be something.
I mean, don't you care?

[sighs] You do what you can, Decker.
You can't save 'em all.

Oh.

But uh, good luck with Lucifer's thing
or whatever.

[elevator dings]

[exhales] Ah, hello, brother.

So, did Remedy cure what ails you?

Did her massage make anything pop out?

Talking about your wings, of course.

No, mine are still absent.

But yours, on the other hand...

Ah.

Lucifer, I'm not angry with you
that you somehow got your wings back

or even that you cut them off again.

As foul as that may be.

I'm angry with myself.

Because somehow, I made you feel
like you couldn't confide in me.

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

especially between brothers.

But that's just it, Luci.

My ego should never be an issue.

I am an angel.

A soldier of God.

His favorite son.

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

Listen, Father, he,

works in mysterious ways.

I was tested once and I failed.

I'm not gonna fail again
because this time I have faith.

Excellent!

Then I suppose this won't bother you.

But you...

You cut them off.

I did, but the pesky things seem to be
a bit more tenacious this time around.

Well, like I said, I have faith.

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

[laughs] Yes.

If you mean his plan to continually

manipulate and control me, then agreed.

Because, by the way,

he didn't just give my wings back,

he took my Devil face as well.

Luci, do you realize what this means?

Perhaps Father is trying to show you that,

that you've been forgiven.

What if I don't want his forgiveness?

But, brother, if you can be redeemed,

that means that anyone can.

Now, isn't that divine?

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

[sighs]

Have you ever heard
of someone named the Sinnerman?

The Sinnerman?

[grave music playing]

[Amenadiel] No.

Why?

That's who kidnapped me.

At first I thought it was a,

an emissary on Earth,
working on Dad's behalf.

But then the more I think about it,
the more I think,

maybe this isn't
our father who art in Heaven at all.

But something much,

much darker.

[theme music playing]