All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E10.1080p.BluRay.AV1-PTNX

Previously on Lucifer...

The reason I started
granting favors again

- was because of the Sinnerman.
- Do you think this is

the same guy that kidnapped zou
and dumped you in the desert?

- I may need proof that this guy is real.
- He is real.

And very dangerous.

I quit my job.
Today is my first day

in the district attorney's
office. Surprise.

So why is your
gift desire?

Desire is the ultimate
expression of free will.

I help people do whatever
or whomever they want.

- Hello.
- I thought you were looking for me.

Come on. Let's talk.

In here!

You want to do
your little desire shtick?

When I find out
what someone truly desires,

I find out
their greatest weakness.

Why is this case
so important to you?

The Sinnerman killed my brother.

- I need to make him pay.
- That's him.

You're under arrest.

Look into my eyes!

Now you will never
know what I want.

911. What is your emergency?

Please, I need help!
He's gonna kill me! Please!

Ah-ha!

Nothing screams weekend like
tequila and scantily-clad women.

And tequila. Cheers.

- It's Wednesday.
- Mmm.

Exactly. The party's just begun.

Why are we celebrating again?

Well, isn't it obvious?

We apprehended the cad who
arranged for my kidnapping,

gave me wings,

took away my devil face.

Finally, Maze,
answers will be mine.

Right.

If you could say that
with less sarcasm, I'd appreciate it.

No, no, I'm sure you're right.

I'm sure a human jail
will stop a soldier of God.

That's actually more sarcasm.

I'm just saying,

devil face, wings... big deal.

If he wanted to hit you
where it really hurts,

there are other things
he could do to you,

or take away.

- Oh.
- I'm talking about your life in L.A., Lucifer.

The club, your job.

- Chloe.
- I know what you're talking about!

But I won't allow it.

I can assure you,
the only threat

the Sinnerman poses from now on
is that ridiculous name.

Mmm.

They're bringing him in for
questioning in the morning,

so I'll get what I need
to break him then.

Good luck mojoing a blind guy.

I don't need eyes

to find out the Sinnerman's
desire, ergo his weakness.

There are other ways
to learn what someone wants.

What ways?

Just... ways.

Oh!

Hello.

It's so hard.

Yes, always, but why don't I
help you with your stick first?

Go on!

- Oh, condoms!
- I'm gonna enjoy every condom!

They're the ribbed kind!

T minus ten, people.

Yes, sir.

The prisoner is in the house.

Eye on the prize, no screwups,
and no one talks to him alone.

Man, I just love
watching Pierce work.

It's like a master
class in ass-whoop

with a minor in whatevs.

Yeah.

I'm just surprised
at how well he's holding up.

Well, it is his job.

No. I mean, it's just,

there's no way
I could be that stoic

if the Sinnerman
had killed my brother.

Wait, what?

I knew the case was personal,
but his own flesh and blood?

Holy bananas, he must
totally need a hug.

Ella, wait.

But Pierce needs our
support right now.

I didn't know
it wasn't common knowledge.

All right, this isn't even
my secret to share.

Right, of course,
'cause he's so private

and brooding and... hot.

Not that that is
at all relevant.

Look, he's on edge.

Just don't bring it up, okay?

Okay.

Right.
Through this way. Come on.

Keep going this way.

Nice to see you all again.

- What. Too soon?
- Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

He's certainly
oozing remorse.

Pierce.

We know
he kidnapped Lucifer,

we have physical evidence
tying him to the hair salon,

the kid with broken legs.

I saw him with a gun,

standing over the guy
he shot. Don't worry.

At this point, a confession's
just icing on the cake.

It's over.

Is it?

Ah, good.

Just in time for the main event.

Right. Why don't you two
make yourselves comfortable,

and I'll take first crack
at Helen Killer here.

What? I thought he deserved

a new nickname
now that he's blind.

I mean, you have to admit, the
Sinnerman has become a tad old.

Not happening.

Last time you
talked to him,

he gouged
his own eyes out.

Yes, a minor inconvenience,
especially for him.

I mean,
can you imagine living in L.A.

and not being able
to enjoy the sunset?

Yeah, there's not much of a view
from prison.

That's not the point.

- No one's talking to him but me.
- What?

You can't seriously
be suggesting

that you're the impartial party
here.

I mean, he's clearly
your Moby Dick,

and we all know
what happened to Captain Ahab.

Felled by savage revenge,

dragged to the bottom
of the sea?

Gosh, did they teach you nothing
at cop school?

I've read Moby Dick six times.

Oh, really. What
happened on page 83?

So, what should I call you?

- Sinner, is it?
- Ah.

Mr. Man?

A census taker once tried
to test me.

- Excuse me?
- I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

Ah. No. I'm-I'm sorry.

Always wanted to do that.

I mean...

Do love that film, though.

Interesting time to make jokes
when two people are dead.

Mm.

Whatever
your name is,

this insanity plea...
it's not gonna fly.

You may be sick,
but I know you're not crazy.

Nope.

There's a definite method
to my non-madness.

- Care to elaborate?
- No.

No, you'll figure it out.

Eventually.

Doesn't matter.

We've got enough to put you
away for a long, long time.

Oh, speaking of,

what time is it?

I can't see my watch.

- Ella.
- The Sinnerman's phone from evidence.

I'd pick up if I were you.

Oops.

Too late.

Or you better hope it's not.

No! Please! Please!
Will you please help me?!

What is that?

A woman
trapped in a reservoir

that will fill with water,

oh,

pretty soon, I'd say.

Another victim?
How is that possible?

Always keep 'em guessing.

Where is she?!
Who else are you working with?

Well, I could tell you,
but what fun would that be?

Please help!

The only way she'll survive

is if I take you to her.

Right.

Who's up for a field trip?

911. What is your emergency?

Please. Please, I need help!

Please. He's gonna kill me!
Please!

This is her
initial 911 call.

The Sinnerman was in custody
when this woman was abducted,

which means he's working
with someone on the outside,

an accomplice.

Right.

Find the accomplice,
find the girl.

Ella, what do we know about her?

Uh, yeah. Maggie Cole,
26, lives in Echo Park.

Tech tried pinging her cell,
but the battery's gone dead.

What about tracing the call
from the Sinnerman's phone?

Blocked and rerouted
through a server in Delhi,

so, like, zilch way
to track her, which is...

Wonderful news!

Means we can
save the life

of poor, doomed Maggie
the far more expedient way.

We are not letting the Sinnerman
out of here.

He clearly desires freedom,
which means

he's motivated and likely
telling the truth.

Following his lead
will be much faster

than running down clues,
dodging red herrings

and following up on
random tips from every

Tom, Dick and Dullard.

Hey, guys.

Uh, unis... they checked out
the parking lot

at Maggie's apartment.

No sign of her or her car.

Ah. See? I'm telling you.

Obi Wan Can't-See-Me
is Maggie's only hope.

This is an obvious escape plan.

Find another way.

Fine.

Fine. If you insist on doing it
the long way and investigate,

we may as well hurry up and
inevitably get back to my idea.

Okay. What is Trixie doing

coloring crime scene photos
at a desk

when we have a psychotic killer
in custody?

Well, she's done wonders with
that mangled corpse, though.

Very artistic.

Didn't you book Mrs. Baczynski?

Look, I meant to, Chloe,
but I totally spaced

on this random
day off school.

But don't worry.

I'm handling it,
'cause I'm Super Dad.

Chloe, come look at this.

Wait.

Zoom in.

Got a pretty good idea
where Maggie spends her time.

Thanks. Come on.

And there
they are on the first course...

the bombastic Blazing Banshees!

And their decidedly devious
opponents, the Derby Divas!

They're all out there fighting,
ladies and gentlemen.

So, Derby Divas
versus the Blazing Banshees.

It's derby's most
notorious rivalry.

Oh, ladies to go.
I'll take two.

- Wow.
- Whoa!

Nice sausage.

What? So, those
aren't ladies?

No. Sausage.
It's an offensive maneuver.

When Trixie started
roller-skating,

- I took her to the derby, and it was love at first sausage.
- Ah.

Right, well, as much
as I'd love a bite,

how about we get
back to proving

that your method of finding
Maggie isn't as good as mine?

Score is now two to two.

Hello there.

We're looking for some
misleading information

on a missing person...
Maggie Cole.

The Slayer is missing?

When's the last time
you saw her?

Uh, she ditched practice
yesterday,

and she hasn't returned
my calls since...

Since what?

Since she got
into one doozy of a booby brawl

with our blocker,
Helena Handbasket.

Helena Handbasket.
Very clever.

Took both our pivots
to break it up.

Oh, right. Let me guess. Helena?

And there's Helena Handbasket.

Y'all didn't hear it from me.

Right.

Helena, can we...

Busy!

...ask you a few...

No way!

...questions?

Eat me!

Yes, please.

LAPD! Stop skating now!

What on...
Oh! Sorry! Sorry.

She's gonna
rack up some more points.

Whoa!

Has to be a foul.

The Banshees and the Divas
are fighting it out.

One beer, please.

Is this really the time?

Always.

Cheers.

Well, get the cuffs out.

Two more, two more points.

The Banshees pull ahead.

Well, I've no idea
what the Sin Bin is,

- but I approve.
- It's the penalty box.

Oh.

- Right.
- Want to explain why you ran?

Because you were chasing me.

See?
No harm, no foul.

No, you ran because you
realized we're cops.

This is all Maggie's fault.

Typical, she ratted me out.

So, hold on, you're saying
you did abduct Maggie?

Abduct? What? No. I just
roughed her up a bit.

Roughed her up, why?

Because she stole my spot
as lead jammer.

- Ah.
- You know, after Faith Kill

had that car accident?

Maggie didn't
deserve that position.

She can't even snowplow.

Oh, wheels turning,

old theory crumbling,
and the only way

- to discard this witness...
- Where were you last night, Helena?

...a plausible alibi.

I was on fresh meat patrol.

Ooh, good for you, Helena.

No, it means
training a new crew.

- Oh.
- Shocker...

they sucked.
I was here all night.

I didn't abduct no one.

What about Maggie's car...
did she park here at the rink?

Nah.
Free lot over on 6th.

Maggie isn't just
a job-hogging bitch,

she's a cheap
job-hogging bitch.

Right.

Well, come on,
Detective, chop-chop.

More dead-end clues
aren't gonna find themselves.

Uh, hi, Mrs. Baczynski?

Wow. Um...

my-my deepest condolences.

Well, sweetheart,
you won't be staying

with Mrs. Baczynski today.

Or ever again.

Great parenting, Dan.

Good to know
that I'm not the only

questionable parent these days.

Uh, Charlotte.
Hey. Hi. Yeah.

Yeah, not my finest moment.

You're pretty.

How do you know Daddy?

She's my, uh,

work colleague.

Sometimes, uh, friend.

S-Sometimes...

Um...

how's the new job at
the, uh, the DA's office?

Dull. What's a girl got to do
to get a nice, grisly murder

or a few underage drug mules?

I like you.
You're funny.

And you're... short.

Hey,

what can I get you, sweetie?

Mocha whip with
a shot of "expresso."

Ye... Wh... No.
No, not gonna happen.

Mommy lets me.

That statement would never
hold up in court.

Decent poker face, though.

Bye.

Bye.

Daddy, I have an idea.

If we can find Maggie's car,

it may lead us
to the Sinnerman's accomplice.

Or be a shameful waste of the
poor girl's precious time.

What about wasting my time?

What happened
to being on the same page?

You know, partners?
Being a team?

Detective, I can assure
you this is all about

me making sure you
and I remain a team.

You know...

Maggie's car.

Plates match.

- Right.
- Lucifer, we have to call forensics

before we taint
the evidence.

What, and waste more
of poor Maggie's precious time?

Lucifer, no.

Oops.

Whoever rigged that grenade

wanted that car to explode
the instant someone touched it.

No trace evidence
means we still have

no way of tracking Maggie.

I can't believe
I'm suggesting this, but...

Okay, fine, perhaps I shouldn't
have touched the car.

...we need to bust out
the Sinnerman.

Uh... not what I was
expecting, but...

thank you, Detective, for
finally seeing things my way.

Well, you clearly
feel strongly about this.

For better or worse,
you are my partner,

so I need
to have your back on this.

Just one question, though.

How do you suggest we
get him out of here?

I actually have a plan.

But in order for it to work, you
need to do exactly what I say.

No more going off grid,

no more destroying
trace evidence,

no more Luciferness.

Is that clear?

As a chilled vodka martini.

Served neat, of course.

First we need the keys
to holding.

What, the same keys
old stiff-as-a-board Pierce

has locked away in his office?

Guess we'll need a distraction.

About that Pierce thing
this morning...

I cannot

- stop thinking about that poor man.
- Me, too.

He's really going through a lot.

Maybe a little Ella

is exactly
what the doctor ordered.

Crafty maneuver, Detective.
But do you really think

Ms. Lopez will fall
for such a blatant manipulation?

Uh...

Oh, my God, I'm so in.

But here's the thing.

I don't want it to seem
like I'm blabbing

Pierce's personal business
all over the precinct.

Totes understood.

All over it.

I did not hear it from you.

I'm going to let him...

tell me.

Is everything all right, Lopez?

We lost Buttons when I was nine.

That was our pet Corgi.
Buttons, I mean.

Sorry for your loss.

I mean, once I understood
how Buttons got out,

I was able to talk about it,
and the healing process

could really begin, you know?

I'll never,
ever forget that day.

How hard can it be
to find one tiny key?

Or for a tiny lab tech
to trap a hardened

six-foot-four lieutenant
against his will?

For the longest time,

I just wanted to find
whoever was driving that evil,

champagne-colored hatchback
with the custom spoilers.

Uh-huh.

But then I realized...

it wasn't about the hatchback.

It wasn't. And...

Where could they be?

Okay, assuming we do manage
to swipe the keys

to the holding cell,
how do we get him out of here?

I mean, our sightless scoundrel
doesn't exactly blend.

All you have to do is
go up to that bomb tech

and hand her this.

Consider it handled.

Seriously?
This is what you want?

what do you want in return?

Even if my charm
does work on the bomb tech,

and who are we kidding,
course it will, we still

need someone
to sell the big finish.

Someone deserving

of a very special gift.

Aw.

What's this?

It's too nicely wrapped

to be another severed head.

Seriously?

Call the bomb squad!

Everyone evacuate now!

Eat your heart out,
George Clooney.

Not literally.

Understood.

I cannot believe
that actually worked.

Well, it almost worked.

Did you really think I was gonna
let you bust him out...

without me?

Oh, put that down, please.

That was given to me
by the ambassador of Sweden.

It's very...

- Ugly?
- Valuable.

There's nothing fun to do here.

I can't touch anything
or jump on anything.

And you don't have
any toys to play with.

I thought you'd
be more exciting.

Well, you could
alphabetize

these case files.

You don't have kids, do you?

Actually, I do.
Two.

They live with their father.

That makes sense.

Um, well, it's for the best

since I'm so busy at work,
and if you don't mind,

I'd like to get back to it,
if I'm ever gonna catch a case.

And that makes no sense.

Well, if the department sees
that I'm working hard...

No, about your kids.

My mom and dad work,

and they still hang out with me,

together and apart.

- Good for them.
- Monopoly,

roller derby,
climbing the wall at the Y.

You could do stuff
with your kids, too.

Well, the truth is...

they don't want to see me.

You're the mom.

You make the rules.

Are you and my dad having sex?

Uh...

It really is true,
how the other senses kick in

once one is removed.

I can remove a few
others if you'd like.

Shut up and walk.
Both of you.

A hundred more yards,
then we have to turn east.

So, why did Mr. By the Book
change his mind?

Why are you helping us?

Because you were right.

It's the best way
to find the girl.

The Sinnerman
desires freedom.

He wants to escape.

I'm here to make
sure he doesn't.

Oh, so you really think
this is a trap,

that this accomplice
is laying in wait?

Why else would he lead us
to the middle of nowhere?

Right. Ambush.

Well, I guess we'll
just have to go nut to butt,

have Charlie do
the foxtrot,

cover each other's
sixes and all that.

You know? Hooah!

Military terms.
Weren't you a serviceman?

Yeah. We don't talk like that.

I can't breathe!

I hear something.

Help! Aah!

I can't breathe!

Maggie, hang on!

Come on.

Come on.
I got you.

Come on.

You're safe now, Maggie.

You're gonna be okay.

Where's Lucifer?

Where's the Sinnerman?

His accomplice
was here. Damn it!

They've got Lucifer, too.

Come on.
Pick up. Pick up.

Hello. This is Lucifer.

You know what to do...

preferably in the nude.

Damn it.

How could I be so stupid?
I knew this was a setup.

No. Breaking the Sinnerman
out was my idea.

- This is my fault.
- It's my watch.

This is on me.

We're already canvassing.

Let's put in an APB
for three men.

We may not need an APB.
We have Maggie.

I was leaving the rink,
and he chased me.

I made it to my car, but...

he was too strong.

He grabbed me,

threw me in a van,
and then I woke up here.

Did you see his face?

He was wearing a mask.

Sounds like it happened fast.

How would he
have had

enough time to rig the car
with explosives?

Um...

he must have gone back
and put the grenade in later.

We didn't mention... a grenade.

Okay...

Okay, I made it all up.

I wasn't attacked... I...

I abducted myself.

- Why?
- All I wanted

was to be my team's lead jammer.

But I could never compete

with that spotlight-stealing
bitch, Faith Kill.

So... I went to this guy
who grants people favors.

We need a name.

He just goes by the Sinnerman.

I asked him
to get rid

of Faith,
and the next thing I know,

she's in a car accident.

- I never wanted anyone to die.
- So he took out

your competition,
then demanded you repay him

by faking your own kidnapping?

And the 911 call...

the explosion.

He was going to kill me, too,
if I didn't do it.

There was never
an accomplice.

Then who kidnapped Lucifer?

No one. He wanted
to be alone with him,

so he kidnapped the Sinnerman.

Oh, good!
You're awake.

Just in time
for the fun to begin.

But, uh...

before we start,
one tiny adjustment.

There we go.

Much less creepy.

Where...

where am I?

Well, I thought we'd extend
our little field trip.

I save my Hills estate for...
only very special occasions.

My very own "sin bin,"
if you will.

Gosh, it's poetic, isn't it?

The man who desired freedom
fell into his very own trap.

Is that what you want?

To be my warden?

Oh, no.

No, the only thing
I desire is answers.

So...

it's time to make
a deal with the Devil.

You give me what I want,

and I might give you
what you want.

I'm not gonna
tell you anything.

Oh, yes...

you are.

You had me kidnapped,

dumped in the desert,

somehow made my feathery
burdens grow back,

and then took away
my devil face.

Why?

You will talk.

And you will give me
what I want: wings off,

devil face back!

Because no one decides
who I am but me!

Ooh...

I'm sensing this is the part
where the said devil face

would kick in, right?

Okay. Okay.

I'll tell you what
you need to do.

But it's not gonna
be easy. First...

you have to draw
a pentagram,

sprinkle some
powdered eye of newt,

and then wait
for a full moon.

How's your howl?

Freaking impossible

to make it through that
with a straight face.

Tragic error, my sinful thug.

Oh. What are you gonna do?

Punish a feeble, blind man?

Oh, no, no.
I wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, right, you can't see.

Allow me to paint you a picture.

Meet Hell's
most brutal torturer.

The pleasure's all mine.

Are we sure he's not celestial?

Are you questioning
my expertise?

He's definitely human.

- And you tried waterboarding?
- Twice.

Bamboo under the nails?

Do I look like
an amateur?

Nickelback on repeat?

- That's where I started.
- Well, what kind of demon

can't procure answers
from one puny human?!

You want to give it a try?
Be my guest.

Gladly. Hand it over.

No. I've pushed
that guy to his limit.

Anything else might kill him.

You and I both know...

Angels aren't allowed
to kill humans, yes.

Or are they?

Lucifer...

- don't be an idiot.
- No, no, no, no.

This is the answer
to all my problems, Maze.

Killing the Sinnerman
is exactly what I need to do.

We need to find out
where Lucifer took him.

Unis checked Lux
and the penthouse,

but no sign of Lucifer
or the Sinnerman.

And, of course,
his cell's still off.

- Any hits on the van they took off in?
- Nada.

He must have had a car stashed

and then ditched the van
on the way.

This may help.

What is this?

High-end real estate?

It's every place
Lucifer owns

- in Southern California.
- Part of Espinoza's

Lucifer files.

Um, why do you have
files on Lucifer?

Chloe and I were married.

So what if I did
some due diligence

on my wife's new
partner? Call it...

being protective.

- Not the word I had in mind.
- Stalker.

But... whatevs.

Lucifer plants a bomb
at my desk,

and I'm the creepy one?

Um... actually...

that was me. Sorry.

The bomb was fake.

Wow. Okay.

Human heads.
Explosives.

Can someone send me,
I don't know,

a muffin basket next time?
That'd be nice.

There's over
a dozen properties here.

Oh, and some are,
like, an hour away.

- I guess we have to check each one?
- Maybe not.

I think I know
where they are.

I'm a demon.

Big fan of death
and destruction.

But killing a human

is Angel No-No's 101.

Look at your brother...
total power loss,

and he only got murder adjacent.

Precisely my point.

If I kill a human,
then I lose my wings!

And, because I've been
such a naughty angel,

I get my devil face back,
and... bonus!

I rid humanity
of our sightless psychopath.

Three birds, one Sinnerman.

Mm-hmm. In theory, except your
Father is going to be pissed.

You kill a human,

one that He sent to do
His bidding...

Exactly!

Look, you said it
yourself, Maze.

If I don't stop this now, who
knows what else he'll do, or...

...who he might take from me?

Okay.

Wait!

Where are you going?

Happy hour at the Chateau.

Text me when
you've done the deed.

What...

Actually...

I'll be able to tell
by the plague of locusts.

You're sure that
they're in the Hills?

I mean, pretty sure.

He said, "Imagine
living in L.A.

and not being able
to enjoy the sunset."

I mean, just like Lucifer
to bring a blind man

to the place with the best view.

And you know him that well?

Thought I did.

Just... hope we can get there

before he does something
he can't take back.

That is an embarrassment
of riches, really.

So many delicious ways
to kill a human.

Let me see.

Starving rats.
No.

Too time-consuming.

Gunshot?

Banal.

Oh, I know... oldie but a goody.

Beheading.

Honestly!

Can you at least try to look threatening?

All right.

Well, slight improvement.

And I can't kill you
sitting down.

You need to stand up
and face me like a man.

Well, come on!

I'm to your left.

Your other left...

I'm right here!

Hello?! Marco!

I...

Well, there's no glory
in wrestling a starving bear.

Perhaps a last meal of some kind
to perk you up.

Hello.

Caviar.

You're going to... feed me?

Well, just because I'm about
to slaughter a man in cold blood

doesn't mean I'm not civilized.

No. Just means
you're stalling.

Don't be preposterous.

I've waited a long time
for revenge.

I'm simply savoring the moment.

I want you to feel your failure.

The knowledge that,
long after you're gone,

I shall continue to live here
however

and with whomever I choose.

Or...

you don't have what it takes
to kill a man.

Not many people do.

Perhaps you're a coward.

He's here.

Evil, smug, homely.

Bingo! You win the grand prize
at the Painful Death Raffle.

So, unless you want a bonus
round for being a loudmouth,

- I suggest that...
- Me?

You're the one doing
all the talking.

Actually, you know what,
I'll boil you alive.

Yeah. Top most painful way

to die, according to BuzzFeed.

Right. I'll need a pot.

A big one.

How about drown me
with a flood?

Or strike me with lightning?

What cheesy metaphor

would you prefer?

Apple, tree?

A chip off the old block?

Like Father,

- like Son?
- Enough!

Pull the string,
puppet master.

Damn it. Where are they?

Take the upstairs.

You're right.

I don't have it in me
to kill a human.

Uh, no. No, wait.

You have to do it.

Hold on.

I wondered why you,

the evil genius, hadn't sprung
a more clever trap.

It has to be you.

Because I was the trap.

You never wanted freedom.

Your true desire was to die.

And for some reason,
you need me to do it.

Yes.

Yes. You supposedly believe
in free will.

Then honor mine.

- Why do you need me to do it?
- Free will.

Why?!

Why?!

No.

No!

No.

He's gone.

Pierce, I'm sorry.

I know you didn't want it
to end this way.

It's the only way
it could end.

You have clearance...

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Something very strange
just happened here.

Um, a "thank you for saving
my life" might be appropriate.

I actually wasn't
the one in danger.

I figured out that you're the
one who grabbed the Sinnerman.

Clearly, things
went south.

No. Let me explain
what happened.

What happened
was you didn't follow my lead.

And, as usual, you did
whatever the hell you wanted.

Detective, I understand
that my interest in getting

our blind barbarian alone
may have been a tad selfish,

but it turns out I was the pawn.

I don't have time for this.

It was the Sinnerman's plan to
be snatched by me all along.

He wanted to die.

Pierce smoothed things over,

if that's what
you're worried about.

The official statement says
that you were grabbed

in an escape attempt.

You think I care
what Pierce thinks?

No. I don't think you care
what anyone thinks.

That's not true.

I told you, I did this for us.

For us? For the team?

I had your back on this,
Lucifer,

and, for whatever reason,

you still felt the need
to go behind mine.

Daddy!

Hey.

So, the afternoon went well?

Hey, uh, as a thank you
for watching Trixie,

maybe we can go grab
that coffee sometime?

Uh, we got coffee this morning.

Yeah.

I'm kidding, Dan.

Whew.

Dinner would be
more romantic.

- Dinner it is.
- It's okay by me.

- Bye.
- Bye.

You are the best wingman ever.

Yes, it's me again.

I don't care what they
or you say.

I want to see my kids.

I'm their mother.

What are you
looking for?

Answers.

I mean,
there has to be something

in Sinnerman's
personal belongings.

I'll be right back.

I just want to say,

oh, my God, you killed it.

I mean, killed him.

I mean, I obvi
wasn't there-there,

but I just read
the crime scene report,

and... holy burrito bowl...

with your "take down
the bad dude" heroics

- and...
- Lopez, just stop talking!

What on earth?

Well, I'm here.

This couldn't
have waited till morning?

Time-sensitive, I'm afraid.

Or, in a way, the opposite.

Just tell me
what you want.

Right. Well...

we're both familiar
with the accomplice theory...

that our blind barbarian
had someone working for him.

Yeah.

Right, well, then

it occurred to me that,
what if the Sinnerman

was the one working
for someone else?

What if he was the accomplice?

Exhibit A.

Here is Mr. Sinnerman
as a child.

With a man

that he seems very close to.

Interesting birthmark.

It's a very similar shape
to your military tattoo,

actually, wouldn't you agree?

So?

Well, so it stands to reason

that this man would be
very, very old by now.

Or, if he isn't,
he'd have to be...

...immortal.

An immortal crime boss.

Just like you're the Devil.

Yes, I know,

it does sound absurd,
doesn't it?

So, as such, there's really only

one way to prove my theory.

Where did I...

Ah, there it is.

Aah!

I wonder why I didn't
figure it out sooner.

"The world's first murderer,

"marked by God

"and doomed
to walk the earth alone

for a tortured eternity."

It's quite the moniker.

Yet, still,

nowhere near as ridiculous
as the Sinnerman.

Wouldn't you agree...

Cain?

You may as well
pour me one, too.