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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? ♪

♪ I don't belong ♪

♪ She's running ♪

♪ Out again ♪

♪ She's running ♪

♪ Running 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. Said Out Bitch.

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 truck
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 started hallucinating.

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.

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...

...the police streamed in,
pulled her away.

I mean, she'd been shot after all.

She was gone.
She'd left Los Angeles on a vacation.

That was a month ago.

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.

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.

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.

Hm?

Right, there you go.
Money to cover any debts that you owe,

pay for your friends downstairs'
medical bills,

and have a chance of 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 trouserless
on our last two encounters,

- how about I balance the scales?
- No...

Okay. Um...

We're even now.

Sort of.

Can I just go now?

Absolutely.

What's up?

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 a 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.

...so I basically came out at 6:45.

They'd already contained the area.

That's about it.

Go home, Lucifer.

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

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.

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, Miss Lopez.

- So, you want the deets?
- Uh, actually, no.

No, I didn't want to give Daniel
the satisfaction, but...

I think it's time
I stopped 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 on
to a false hope, it seems.

Quite foolish, really,
that one day she'd just...

stroll up.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Decker!

- Detective...
- Oh, my God!

How was the vacation?
Wh... 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 a 55-year-old beekeeper
named Bob Goldbach. Cause of death...

Honey scraper to the neck.

Gnarly thing, right?

Who knew beekeeping was kind of badass?

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.

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.

All right...

I'm... right in the middle of something.

So, go on.

I, um...

I can't imagine...

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...

you know, it gave me time to...

to process what I saw.

And...

have you processed?

Are... Are you...

okay with what you saw?

- I...
- Detective...

are you okay with me?

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...

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.

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?
- 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've 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 Miss 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?

It's simple really. It's all true.

Oh, and my brother, Amenadiel,
he's an angel.

Ah, does he have wings?

He does again actually.

- You think he can give me a ride?
- You should ask him.

This guy. You're so funny!

Ah! Why would you think that I'm not
telling the truth, Miss Lopez?

I stopped trying to figure that out
years ago.

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

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

Oh, right!

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

Uh, yes.

So, it turns out

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 them.

How devilish. And I would know, after all.

You're the Devil.

I really am.

Right.

Isn't this fun, Detective?

What's that?

Well, now you know the truth about me
and, as you said, fine with it...

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, we can both be in on the joke.

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 going to try
and figure out the metaphor.

Or perhaps you're just smarting
from never figuring it out yourself.

Maybe a little bit.

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.

Welcome.

What can I get for you?

Uh, LAPD, Detective Decker.
Do you own this stand?

Yeah. 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 want...

- Go on.
- I...

Wait, w-what's happening?

Lucifer, you may want to...

Right, yes. Glenn...

Glenn, tell me...

what is it you desire?

I want Bob Goldbach to die.

Oh.

Case solved, Detective.
Here I was, worried we'd be rusty.

You want him to die? Why? Because
he was going to threaten your business?

What? No.

- It's because I'm terrified of him.
- You're terrified of Bob?

Chubby, harmless, and very dead Bob?

Bob's dead?

Very.

Oh, 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 LA
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 of hours later,
Bob showed up at my front door.

So he confronted you. What did he say?

Say?

He didn't say anything.

Bob did that to you?

It was like he was a different person.

He wasn't angry. He was...

He was so calm.

It made it even scarier, you know?

What did you do after he left?

Are you kidding me?
I went to the hospital.

Right. Show me again.

Detective, I have definitely
seen work like this before,

in Hell.

You know, where I'm...

Mm-hmm.

Never mind.

A bag of billiard balls perhaps.

- Not quite round enough, is it?
- Ow!

It was doorknobs, of all things.

I mean, who does that?

Huh.

Well, his 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.

Hm. 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.

What on earth are you doing?

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

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.

Lucifer, stop!

I see 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.

US 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 have approached us at any time.

I know. 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 bag full of doorknobs.

Paradisos have a pretty ruthless
reputation.

I've never dealt with them myself, but
if Bob was high up in the organization...

They're based out of New York,
but have their fingers everywhere.

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

Especially since no-one
should've known Bob was here.

So you think
the Paradisos were responsible for this?

A group of them came to town
a couple of days ago

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

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

They won't 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.

What's up, 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.

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. Uh...

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, 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.

Lucy, 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.

Just as she deserved.

I agree.

You know,
I'm actually going to miss you, brother.

Miss me? What do you mean?

Well, your wings are back.

You can finally go home for good,
like you wanted to all this time.

I suppose that has been
my ultimate goal, all 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, Lucy.

Are you all right?

Do you need my help?

Well, that's just it.

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

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 ♪

♪ Yeah that's my ♪

Given the Paradisos' reputation,
I certainly wasn't expecting this.

What's the point of extorting
and murdering

if you don't get 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 LA 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, it 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 LA.

We didn't have any reason to kill him.

My files say 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.

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.

It looks like you got a delicious trophy
after a kill.

A couple weeks ago,

we got an anonymous note
that Bob was in LA.

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?

Wish I could help you.

I gave it to Bob.

So I saw security cameras
at the farmers' market.

We can check the footage to see
if Pool Boy Paradiso or anybody else

visited Lenore and Bob's stand, okay?

Thanks, Dan.

Ah. That was disappointing.

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 never met her.

Bob certainly wasn't
supposed to tell her,

but then again he wasn't supposed
to attack a honey bee farmer

with a bag full of doorknobs either, so...

Look, we do our best at WITSEC,
but these guys, they...

They can't help themselves.

Lenore didn't seem to know
when I interviewed her, but Pool Boy...

He acted as if they had already met.

So 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 schtick.

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? Hm?

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 going to give you advice
on how to help her.

Finally. Thank you, Doctor.

But I'm going to need a good metaphor.
Hmm.

Let's use...

you...

as an example.

Oh, role play. 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...

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... I'm sorry
that I wasn't here for you

when you were dealing with...

well, everything.

I don't know how much
of a difference it'd have made.

I just threw myself into work, you know?

No, but still, now 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.

There is something, though.

What's up?

What's Trixie's obsession with gelato?

Oh, my God.

It was hard getting her to leave Rome
after she discovered that stuff.

Okay, so 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.

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.

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 Marshal Reynolds.
A couple of times, actually.

And was it only Bob
that Reynolds was talking to?

Well, he spoke to Lenore once. Why?

Well, he said that they had never met.

I don't... 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'm...

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.

Maybe it would 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...

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?

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.

Ugh.

I'm just getting Reynolds' voicemail.

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. I made a couple
of discreet calls to the Marshals' office.

Two of the ex-cons under
Reynolds' protection

have died in the last couple years.

- Who killed them?
- That's it.

One was an angry girlfriend.

The other was a hit and run
that looked like it was mob-related.

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 wives the truth,
knowing how betrayed they'd feel.

And voila, 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...

then 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' GPS, so,
you know, it might be a good idea to...

You guys got this.

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Please...

Please tell me. Don't! Don't.

I'm sorry.

- 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 MO

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 guy
at 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.

Go!

Go!

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, I'm...

I've been wanting to talk to you.

To tell you that...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for...

I know, dummy.

You're not... You're not mad at me?

Nah. I couldn't stay mad at you.

But your mom, she...

What?

No... No, never mind.

Hello, Dan.

Whoa.

Dude...

Whoa, I'm sorry man, I...

I must have 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...

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. Said Out Bitch,

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...

problem solved, Detective.

Because if you can accept me, then...

that really is all that matters.

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.

I know.

Are you ready for the next step?

I am.