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- ماضی پر لوسیفر ... - تو، آپ کو شیطان کے ہیں،

اور آپ کے پیچھے جہنم چھوڑ دیا ہے

لاس اینجلس میں ایک چھٹی لینے کے لئے.

ویسے، میں نے کہاں جانا ہو گا؟

میں سمجھ گیا. میں سمجھ گیا. نام.

پورے لوسیفر چیز.

اور چلو، کی طرح، آپ کی سپر پاور کی خواہش.

مم، یہ زیادہ خدا کی طرف سے ایک تحفہ کی طرح ہے، واقعی.

میرے خدا. تمہارے والد تم سے کہ کیا؟

نہیں، جہاں میں نے اپنے پروں کو کاٹ ہے.

Mum's powers are returning,

and it won't be long before we can't contain them.

I'm afraid that this ends now.

Bloody hell, it worked!

- Who are you? - I should never have

got you involved in any of this from the start.

I just realized something that I need to do.

Detective,

I'm coming over now

to tell you the truth about me.

Are you blind?

The day I've had, I tell you.

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

I... oh.

Dearie me.

At least I'm healing fast.

Do you have any aloe vera?

I ain't going back to L.A.

What...

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.

Well, you are a tenacious one,

I'll give you that.

Respect.

You one crazy-ass bitch.

Now, get out of the truck.

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.

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

Suspect heading towards us.

Prepare the blockade.

I can't see though.

- Eyes on. - Easy, easy.

Don't move!

Hello, there.

Hands in the air!

That won't be necessary.

I'm Lucifer Morningstar,

consultant for the LAPD.

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.

- Detective Decker. - But I'd say with certainty

she's a 34-B, if that helps.

Hot as hell out here, isn't it?

Well, 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.

Ah. 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.

He'll be back after dark.

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

Mm.

What? I just want to take care of you.

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes. Out with it.

What's going on?

Talk about insult to injury.

I-I-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.

A celestial spanking, if you will.

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

Holy crap!

Exactly.

Mm. But it's no biggie.

I 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, no, no,

it's quite simple... it's just snip, snip, and Bob's your uncle.

Well, God's your Father, Lucifer.

And things 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 Mum 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 cross fire, I beg you, please,

think this through before you do something rash.

I...

I almost died because of your family drama.

Right.

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

Okay.

Oh, gosh, it's hard enough just to scratch your own back.

Right, it's okay, it's okay, you can call off the search party.

I'm unharmed.

'Sup, wimp?

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.

New 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.

L-L-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. - Mm-hmm.

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

Come on. Come on!

Yes, I'm sure.

It's just... past this shrub.

Well, I don't see anything.

What? I...

Ah! Ha-ha! 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 stashed me...

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 is the scene of a despicable crime.

What?

I...

I believe you.

- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy - - www.addic7ed.com -

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's far too coincidental.

Who is he, and what does he

- have to do with me? - Steve Banales.

Owner and CEO of Angelette Hotel.

Steve Banales. That's strange.

Never heard of him.

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.

Amateurs.

How did we get stuck with the "B" team, anyway?

Lucifer, this is Lancaster PD.

The crime scene is on the L.A. border,

so they're here helping.

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

Geez. These Lancaster guys are a bunch of tools.

Oh.

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, Ms. Lopez. - Oh, uh,

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

Want to 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. - Yeah, you told us.

Yup, you did.

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.

Not a compliment. Your file is 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 am Detective Decker.

Lucifer's partner. I know.

Actually, he's mine.

Uh, uh, consultant, to be exact.

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

Well?

Isn't he amazing?

We just had the best conversation

over the doughnuts I brought for him...

everyone, not just him. I'm not

kissing ass or anything. Mm-hmm.

Doughnuts for everyone! Doughnuts!

- Right. - Wow.

- Wow. - Lucifer.

I've been looking all over for you.

Uh, through here. Go.

So what happened?

It was terrible, Brother.

I was kidnapped.

No, Luci. I meant Mom.

Ah. Well, didn't you get my text?

What? You mean the string of nonsensical emojis?

Fire, sword, doughnut, spaceman,

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,

Mum's light flooded through it,

then it closed up behind her. All good!

Mom's... Mom is gone?

Yes.

Yes. I mean, she says good-bye forever,

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

the good news is...

you get your necklace back.

And 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's 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...

uh, that appears to have been a one-time thing.

But... you have got your wings back, huh?

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 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 mangos. 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 whammo.

- Well done, Miss Lopez... - Mm-hmm.

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... Yeah.

I think I might have just the remedy.

I'll text you the info later.

Words this time, please!

Josh Hamid, the victim's business partner.

The two own this hotel.

Well, this is a mug shot.

Has he got a record?

Yeah. Possession of an exotic animal.

A tiger, I think.