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Hello, ladies.

Lady, singular.

- Where's your mother?
- I'm staying at my dad's tonight.

But it's game night.

The Detective always comes
to game night.

Came to game night. Maybe that's why
she never texts me back.

- Parents... They're a mystery.
- Oh, well, I'll give you that.

She didn't happen to mention
anything about being a gift,

did she? From God?

'Cause if that's the stumbling block,

it's really much less of an issue
than she thinks.

Grown-up problems. Not interested.

Also, who cares where my mom is?

Well, me, for one.

It's game night
and Trixie's in the house.

Well... I suppose
we could play Monopoly.

Nah. Monopoly's no fun
with just two people.

Well, fine. You've twisted my arm

since it may very well be
my last night on Earth.

Let's go to the bar.

My parents wouldn't like that.

Wouldn't they?
Sounds like grown-up problems to me.

You could tell me a story.

- Do I look like Mr. Rogers?
- You don't have to make anything up.

You could just tell me about...

- this dagger. Has it ever killed anyone?
- Not yet, no.

- Do these work?
- Um... Depends on who you're asking.

Well, what about this?

What, the manicure?
It's just a simple buff and shine.

Your ring.
Tell me the story of your ring.

Unless you'd rather talk
about the handcuffs.

Quite the negotiator, aren't we?

Very well.

For one night only.

It's story time at the penthouse.

Mmm. What...

My mom usually starts
with "Once upon a time."

Does she?

All right, well...

Once upon a time...

the Devil went to New York City.

The year...

was 1946.

It was a wonderful time.
Men wore hats.

Hemlines were on the rise...
and so was crime.

Rationing was over,
the boys were home from the war,

and the air was full of big band music
and possibility.

An old friend had reached out,

asking me to meet her for a drink
at the Garden Club.

Now, the Garden Club
was the hottest spot

on the isle of Manhattan

because it had the best chanteuse
on the marquee.

The whole city knew her voice,

but I was the only one
who knew her real name. Lilith.

- Wait, who's Lilith?
- Maze's mother.

Her spitting image,

though neither of them
would ever admit it.

I'm tired of being pure

And not

Chased!

Like something that seeks its level

I wanna go to the devil

That's me.

I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks

I wanna be evil and cheat atjacks

I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies

I wanna be mean and throw mud pies

And in the theater

I want to change my seat

Just so I can step on everybody's feet

I wanna be evil

I wanna hurt flies

I wanna sing songs
Like the guy who cries

I wanna be horrid
I wanna drink booze

And whatever I've got

I'm eager to lose

I wanna be evil

Little evil me

Just as mean and evil

As I

Can be

Meow.

- Such a talent!
- Yes.

What the hell do you think
you're doing, laddie?

I'm just going to speak with my friend.

You shouldn't be eyeballing
Lily Rose like that.

- She's Stompanato's girl.
- Put it in neutral, boys.

Trust me. That's a fight
you don't want to pick.

Why don't you fellows
go jerk yourselves a soda?

Oh, and...

And tell Tommy...

I'm nobody's girl.

So...

How long has it been?

I don't believe I've seen you since...

Marie-Antoinette's
coming-out party.

And come out she did.

Shame what happened to her.

So what've you been up to
the past few hundred years?

Oh, singing, carousing.

Raising hell one gin joint at a time.

Everything was copacetic

until someone stole my ring.

Oh, well, that is unfortunate.

How about we cheer you up
with a healthy distraction, hmm?

We could rent out a brothel,
rob a bank...

Oh. Ernie Hemingway is in town.
He's always good for a laugh.

Oh, and I'm not sure
you can go out in that.

Lucifer, that ring is the only thing
in the entire universe

that means anything to me.

I'm going to get it back.

And you... are gonna help me.

And why would I do that?

Because you owe me.

Right. That.

The Devil solving crime.

It's the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.

Seeing as this was long before
my police consultant days,

I needed help, professional help.

Jack was a tough guy
I knew from back when.

Bit of a hot mess since the war,
but when it came to solving crimes,

he was the best in the business.

Hang on.

Why does the investigator
have to be a boy?

My mom solves crimes all the time.

Fine.

As I was saying...

Well, if it ain't Lucifer Morningstar.

What can I do you for?

I need to locate a rare
and extremely valuable

piece of stolen jewelry.

This ring...

to be precise.

Wait. Stop the story.

You're supposed to be telling me
about your ring.

Your ring is black.

Do you want to hear the story or not?

Because I'd be perfectly happy
at the bar.

Okay, okay. Please, continue.

Oh, thank you.

So...

And why would I stick my nose in?

All right, I'm listening.

Where'd you last see the ring?

All right, listen.
This is a pretty rough joint.

Trouble comes a-knockin',
best stay behind me.

Oh, don't worry. I've seen
my fair share of trouble.

Hmm! Oh, yeah?
How many Nazis you take out lately?

At ease, soldier.

If fisticuffs ensue,
I promise to let you have all the fun.

So...

Which one of these ne'er-do-wells
should we interview first?

Same person everyone talks to.

Be with you in two shakes.

What's your poison?

Gin? Tequila?

We're, uh, looking for information
on Lily Rose's ring.

You know who nabbed it?

Word on the street...

is folks say a newcomer was seen
lurking around

Lily's dressing room
the night the ring disappeared.

Sticky-fingered gent
by the name of Lucky Larry.

- Oh.
- Oh. You get a description?

Sure, sure. Handsome. Kind of beefy.

Short-haired, strong jaw.

Usually wears a plain, blue suit. Oh...

and an eyepatch.

Well, you might have led with that.

All right.

Hey.

See that fella?

That's the face of a rat
just dying to squeal.

You sit tight.

I'm gonna go lend him an ear.

Oh. Lovely.

Just what the doctor ordered.

Jack Monroe, PI.

You got any information
on a Lucky Larry?

Seen him around.

Handsome, beefy, strong jaw.

- Eyepatch?
- That's the guy!

Listen.

I don't want any trouble,
but if you meet me out back in five,

I might be able to get you the skinny.

All right.

Well...

It appears our rat turned tail and ran.

Yeah. He'll show.

So? What did you wanna tell me?

That you should watch your back.

Oh!

- Ow!
- You again.

Oh, dear. Are you certain
you don't want me to get involved?

It feels a little unsporting
just standing here.

I take it back.

Warmed 'em up for you, Mr. Stompanato.

Thanks, boys.

- Wait! Hold it.
- Oh, for crying out loud.

I thought you said, "Mr. Stompanato."

Mister is a man.

Did you or did you not request
a gender-balanced narrative?

I'm simply following your instructions.

Perhaps you're wondering

why I gathered you here
this fine evening.

Thing is...

I don't like folks
asking questions in my club.

Sticking noses where they don't belong.

So...

if you could refrain...

Oh, I would deeply appreciate it.

Because next time...

I won't be so nice.

That means you're gonna die.

And you...

You're lucky you're a friend of Lily's.

But don't get too friendly.

Enjoy your evening.

Let's go, boys.

Yeah, thanks
for having my six back there.

You told me to stay behind you.

Which wasn't easy, considering
you spent so much time on the pavement.

So, what now?

Well, we'll check out Lucky Larry's
usual haunts in the morning.

You know, petty thieves
are like bad pennies.

Sooner or later, they always turn up.

Well, then,

I am off to trip the light fantastic

with your city's best and brightest.

I assume you have plans of your own.

What can I say? Life's one big party.

Little did I know,
Jack and his wife, Shirley,

- were going through a rough patch.
- How are the potatoes?

I made them with cream...
just like you like.

Um...

What happened with your eye?

Nothing.

Jack, I know you're still sore with me,
but you can't just...

Excuse me. I lost my appetite.

God forbid a man gets
a moment's peace around here.

Lucky Larry?

Give me that name again.

I have to say, that dress
is a lovely color on you.

What say we leave the dishes

and take it for a spin
at the Copacabana?

Oh, that's sweet of you,
Mr. Morningstar, but...

- I already have my dance partner.
- Oh.

At least I thought I did.

All right, thanks.

If you know what's good for you,
you stay the hell away from my wife.

Well, I didn't think you'd mind,

considering you haven't said
two words to her since I arrived.

I just got off the horn
with my informant.

Apparently, Lucky Larry got into it

with someone
down at the docks yesterday.

A, uh, bratwurst heir
by the name of William Kincannon.

Folks call him,
Willy "The Sausage Prince."

Sounds like an upstanding fellow.

Yeah, well, I'll bust his chops
in the morning.

Jack. Where are you going?

I, um...

I think it's gonna be
an early morning and, uh...

I'll just...

sleep at the office.

So, what did the missus do
to get your trousers in such a twist?

Cheat on you?

Kick your dog? Ruin your favorite shirt?

None of the above.

Couple of weeks back, I...

went out with...

some of my army pals and, uh...

...a few drinks in,
the captain says to me...

"You and Shirley
were the best 20 bucks I ever spent."

Well, I thought it was fate
that brought Shirley and I together

in the public library that day.

All along, it was...

just about money.

- Shirley was a call girl.
- Yeah.

That's right. And rousting me

out of my shell shock
was her final trick.

Well...

aren't you lucky?

To benefit from the experience

your wife has gained with dozens,
maybe hundreds, of men.

Firemen, barbers, sailors,
carnival barkers, butchers...

Yeah, I get it.

If it bothers you so much,
why not just up stakes and leave?

Well, 'cause I love her.

And, uh, she says she loves me.

So when you find out the best thing
that ever happened to you

started with a lie, well, it's like
building a house on quicksand.

Sooner or later, it all falls apart.

Sorry. Got lost in a daydream

on account of your problem
being so extraordinarily boring.

Have you considered forgetting about it?

"Have I considered forgetting about it"?

- Is that your advice?
- Well, in my experience,

problems are like...
bible salesmen or genital warts.

If you pretend they're not there,
sooner or later, they disappear.

Can you not paint
the sword first?

It's ridiculously heavy.

- Perhaps you'd like a break, sir.
- Ugh.

Yeah.

Why don't ya...

take a load off, Willy?

Who the hell are you?

- Jack Monroe, PI.
- Lucifer Morningstar, Devil.

Carmina!

Tea.

Oh, my dear friend Sigmund would
have had a field day with you.

Where's the ring?

- The what?
- Never mind. I'll find it myself.

What are you doing?

What is he doing?
What, what is he doing?

Can you please tell me what he's doing?

Hey. I wouldn't worry about that.

What I would worry about is we heard

you had a pretty heated exchange
down at the docks yesterday.

Guy named Lucky Larry.

So?

So, Lucky Larry stole my friend's ring
and then wound up dead.

Stabbed in the back.
Some sort of fancy knife.

Wait. You think I killed him?

I would never.

I mean, I could if I had to,
but I didn't.

And I don't know anything about a ring.

Does anyone know
about your whereabouts last night?

Yes.

My portraitist.

I was posing as Hannibal
crossing the Alps

until almost midnight.

The overtime fees for a rental elephant
are unconscionable.

How do you know Lucky Larry, exactly?

From time to time...

I purchase a trinket or two
from Lawrence.

How they come into his possession,
I do not ask.

I collect objets de guerre.

If he has something that I enjoy,
he calls me.

I just love war. Don't you?

Sure.

5th Infantry. Battle of the Bulge.

And now,

where exactly did you serve?

- I would've but...
- asthma.

That's why I was so upset
when Lucky Larry

insisted that we have our meeting
up on the docks.

There was dirt everywhere.

And I am almost certain
I stepped in feces.

You know, I'm beginning to think
that Willy here

doesn't have the brains
to have nicked Lily's ring.

No kidding.

Where do you and Larry meet normally?

At his apartment.
It's not much cleaner than the docks.

And, yes, I will have Carmina
write down the address for you.

Thanks.

- Quite a unique fellow, aren't you?
- Mmm.

There's a word to describe you,
but I can't quite put my finger on it.

It's like a shower, but French.

Ah. I'm sure it'll come to me.

Hmm. Mmm.

Private dick track down
that ring of yours?

Hardly. Her best lead
just turned up dead.

Sounds like that ring meant a lot
to you.

I was married...

a long time ago.

Guy named Adam.

Things weren't great between us.

Even worse between me and his father.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

By the time they sent me away,
it was almost a relief.

I took one little piece of that garden
on the way out.

The stone that was in my ring.

I didn't like much of anything
about my life back then.

But I sure did love that garden.

Anyway...

The ring reminds me that
I don't need Adam or his family.

That I don't need anybody.

- Oh, Lily.
- You're married, right?

Yeah.

To my high school sweetheart, Bill.

We got hitched just before he enlisted.

- Mmm.
- Wrote each other every day.

Until he got wounded in Guadalcanal.

But he made it out.
All the way to the VA upstate.

But the doctors, they can't...

We've known each other all our lives.

I just can't believe...

I might lose him.

Guess I'm lucky I never got attached
to anybody that way.

Don't you say that!

Every day with my Bill is a gift.

Knowing we may not have
much time left...

only makes it that much sweeter.

Ugh.

Well, I don't know
why they called him Lucky Larry.

This apartment is literally the most
depressing hovel I've ever seen.

And I've seen Kafka's Hell loop.

- Ugh.
- Your friend's ring might not be here,

but there is plenty
of useful information.

- You see this rug crumpled up?
- Mmm.

I think this is where our killer
bops Larry right in the kisser.

Larry falls backwards here,

hits his head,

right here on the table
where you see these wood chips.

Mm-hmm.

But then...

he shakes it off.

He gets up and he charges
at our killer, you, like this.

He knocks the wind out of him.

- Sorry, pal.
- That's all right. I love roleplay.

Things are looking up for our pal Larry
until the killer pulls out a knife.

- Aha!
- Larry...

heads to the window,
but the window was painted shut.

He tried. He... wrenched it open.

He got halfway out, when the killer...

comes over, stabs him in the back...

creating that blood splatter.

Oh.

And then...

Larry escapes into the evening.

Only to expire on your doorstep.

I just wish we had some more evidence

pointing us to whoever dusted
poor old Larry.

Well, actually,

I might have something.

Huh?

A very expensive cigar.
Well, just the tip.

Romeo y Julieta,
a favorite of Winston Churchill and...

- Our old pal, Tommy Stompanato.
- ...Tommy Stompanato.

Huh.

So Stompanato finds out
Lucky Larry stole his girl's ring,

poses as a buyer,

gets the ring back.

Then kills the thief to avenge the girl.

But it Stompanato did all this
to impress Lily Rose...

- Why not give her the ring?
- Yeah.

Rise and shine, Stompanato.

That certainly explains
why he never gave Lily's ring back.

Looks like Mr. Stompanato's bark
was worse than his bite.

They took his heart.

What do you think they did with it?

Well, he didn't seem the type
to wear it on his sleeve.

- I'll check the floor.
- Ugh.

Well, it looks like we were right

about Stompanato
rubbing out Lucky Larry.

Same insignia as the knife
in Lucky Larry's back.

- But who rubbed out Stompanato?
- Ha!

I think I know the answer to that.

A man after his own heart...

and Lily Rose's ring.

And it appears we're too late
on both counts.

Who would have the stones
to carve up Stompanato?

And what's that wack-a-doo symbol
on his face?

They're hieroglyphics.

Uh...

I believe it's the Eye of Horus,

a sacred symbol
in ancient Egyptian culture.

Sacred eye?

I've heard that before.

I think I know where to find
our graffiti artist.

Hmm.

- Salutations.
- Bloody hell.

God.

Have you come seeking...

books?

Yeah.

We have... come...

seeking books.

Oh.

I thought you were here
for the secret cult ceremony.

Sorry. My friend is new.

We are absolutely here
for the secret cult ceremony,

if you wouldn't mind pointing us
in the right direction.

Right through that door.

And if you haven't mail-ordered
your robes yet,

there's a few extra
hanging on the coat rack.

Hmm.

Lovely.

Thank you.

Melvin the Magnificent at your service.

What is it with this place?

Board-certified priest, oracle, shaman,
and justice of the peace.

How may I assist you?

Lift a curse? Cure a nasty rash?

I got a love spell guaranteed to reel
in a dame at 50 paces.

We're looking for something
much stronger than that.

Preferably Egyptian.

Possibly involving
the removal of a heart.

Ah...

You seek the ceremony of Anubis.

Yes, we do.
We'll take one of those, please.

Very well.

Look over there!

For just $12, $12,

our deluxe ceremony of Anubis
includes this ceremonial mask,

two acolytes, and a drum made
from the skin of a vestal virgin,

a gilded sacrificial dagger
and one live chicken.

It never ends well for the chicken.

Or you might prefer...

our economy package.

Uh...

Only $6.

And the chicken hawk
comes pre-sacrificed

for your convenience.

Not particularly accurate,
historically speaking,

but quite, uh, bloody. My old friend
Tutankhamun would've loved it.

In the modern age,
we are taught to fear death.

But the ancients understood
that death...

is power.

Did you feel powerful...

when you were holding
Tommy Stompanato's heart

in your hands after you killed him?

Somebody killed Tommy Stompanato?

You... You can't possibly believe
that I had anything to do with that.

- Oh, yeah, we absolutely do.
- Yes. Tell us, Melvin the Magnificent,

what is it you desire?

- I...
- Yes.

...want...

Yeah?

...a 1941 Pontiac Torpedo.

Eight-cylinder engine, 103 horsepower...

Zero to 40
in under three minutes. And...

- surprisingly affordable.
- Ah.

A few of these, uh,
deluxe ceremonies a week,

a couple of, uh,
sacred objects here and there,

and I'm cruising the open road
by summer.

You killed Stompanato,

and then you stole
my friend Lilith's very special ring.

So forget the open road.
The only place you're going is downtown.

Hold the line there, pal.

Are you talking
about the Ring of Lilith?

Because my clients, uh,

parishioners, would pay top-dollar
for even a slightly passable fake.

We could split the profits.

Objects of immortality
are my bestsellers.

Right. Can any of your "parishioners"

account for your whereabouts
from noon to 6:00 today?

Well, sure. I was here.
I did, uh, four tarot card readings,

uh, an exorcism, mmm,

- and, uh, a bar mitzvah.
- Oh.

Tony Stompanato's heart was ripped out
in an identical manner

to your little chicken scam.
So if it wasn't you that killed him,

it had to be one of your customers.

Did you tell any of them
about the Ring of Lilith?

Well, sure. I've been selling maps
to Lilith's tomb for years,

but, uh, I couldn't tell you who
bought 'em on account of all the robes.

Well, that was
a clucking waste of time.

I'm afraid we've hit a dead end.

Found a few heart puns,
had a few laughs, but...

it seems you'll have to live
without your ring.

So, why don't I repay my debt
some other way? Hmm?

- A castle, a...
- private island,

a mountain of gold?

The world is your oyster
and I your concierge.

Thousands of years, Lucifer,

and that ring has always been with me.

It reminds me of who I am,
why I've done the things I've done.

You mean, why you sent
your children to Hell?

I gave you an army.

An army I never asked for.

And... one I didn't know
I needed at the time.

But, without them,

I would have spent eternity alone,
and...

for that, I shall be forever
in your debt.

Which is why I'm truly sorry
I couldn't get your ring back.

So am I.

So, how exactly
did everyone get the idea

it's the ring that makes
you immortal, anyway? Hmm?

Ah...

So, I hitch a ride through the Americas
with this explorer, Hernan Cortes.

Obsessed with gold, rains bloodshed

and terror wherever he goes,
a real wet blanket.

I split the second we hit land

and hook up with this
strapping Aztec warrior, Montezuma.

We have a few drinks,
he asks if I'm a virgin.

I say yes because that always
got the folks in Spain going.

Mm-hmm.

Next thing I know, some priest fellas
are throwing me in a volcano.

I survive, and somebody writes it
on his stone tablet,

you know how these things start.

I do. Ah, mortals.

Wouldn't mind seeing the look
on that thief's face

when they realize that that ring
doesn't do a damn thing.

Hold on.

The ring doesn't work,

which means the thief will be looking
for a way to make it work.

Lilith, I believe I found a way
to get your ring back.

All we need is a high priest, a jeweler,
and a distraction.

Thanks to a certain
high priest-cum-magic

school freshman I know,

the word is out
that your ring only works

when it's attached
to this rather gaudy bangle.

So, whoever stole the ring
will come back

for this bracelet.

The thief waits till you're on stage
and sneaks into your dressing room,

just as before.

Except this time,
our pal Jack will be watching.

Jack catches thief, thief gives up ring,
and before you know it,

that little piece of Eden will be back
on your finger where it belongs.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

I appreciate you doing this.

Well, your friend Lucifer
said you needed me.

But when this is over,
I'm taking the bus to Des Moines.

I'm gonna move back in with my mother.

Okay, so, uh, when Lily gives the cue,
you take the bracelet. Okay?

And then I parade it around the club,
take it back to the dressing room,

put it in the safe.

Wait.

Just, uh...

be careful, okay?

I'm gonna need more than that, Jack.

All this time you've spent on Earth,

have you ever connected with a human?

Oh, I've connected
with thousands of humans.

You know, once, Caligula and I made
a human train out of 37 hum...

I'm not talking about sex, Lucifer.

I'm talking
about an emotional connection.

Oh, absolutely not.

It would take a literal miracle for me
to want something like that,

and I'm fairly certain my father is
not handing those out anymore. Why?

Just wondering.

Take my wife. Please!

Abe Gantz,
the funniest man in Manhattan!

By special request,

I'm going to sing a song that's been
a favorite of mine for a while.

Ah!

Truth is, I'm...

- Just $1.
- Not sure I ever really

understood what it meant until just now.

Oh!

Sorry about that, folks.

Had this old thing for forever,
and it always gets in the way.

How about a little costume change
before we get started.

Be a doll and put this
in my safe, will you?

There's a saying old says
That love is blind

Still, we're often told
Seek and ye shall find

So I'm going to seek a certain lad

I had in mind

Lookin' everywhere
Haven't found him yet

He's the big affair I cannot forget

Only lad I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initials

To my monogram

Tell me where is the shepherd

For this lost lamb

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he turns out to be

Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb
who's lost in the wood

I know I could always be good

To one who'll watch over me

Lucifer Morningstar!

Jack!

Thank God, you're okay.
There's a man in Lily's dressing room.

I made sure he saw me put the bracelet
in the safe, just like you said.

Go, before he gets away!

You're an angel, Shirl.

- Go!
- Okay.

Hands in the air.

Back up. Back up slowly.

Turn around.

You killed Tommy Stompanato?

And I took the ring...

and I performed the ceremony of Anubis
to unlock its ancient power.

And now, I am immortal!

Well, the whackadoo that killed
Tommy Stompanato.

Willy, I didn't think you had it in you.

Larry should've never sold Stompanato
that ring.

Neither of them even knew what they had.

I knew all about the ring.

I'm the one who hired Lucky Larry
to steal it.

Now put the gun down and hand it over.

Gertie, how could you?

Because it was my plan.

I tracked down the ring.

I told Lucky Larry
how and when to steal it.

I even told him he could have everything
in the safe

if he just gave me the ring...

and what did he do?

Sold it to some lovesick wise guy
who wound up killin' him!

Time out!

So, both Gertie and Willy learned about
the ring from Melvin the Magnificent?

Correct. Mmm.

Gertie hired Lucky Larry
to steal the ring, but instead,

he betrayed her
and sold it to Stompanato

for a higher price.

But then Stompanato killed
Larry out of revenge

for stealing his girl's ring
in the first place?

Indeed. But,
unfortunately for Stompanato,

Willy the Sausage Prince
also wanted the ring,

and ripped the mobster's heart out
in an all-too-real version

of Melvin the Magnificent's fake cult
ceremony in order to make it work.

Huh?

- Forget it, Trix. It's Chinatown.
- It's what?

Never mind.

Would you like to hear
the rest of the story or not?

Now, I don't wanna hurt anyone,
but I need to save Bill.

Jewelry isn't going to save
your husband, Gertie.

You're lying! You're lying.

I saw you that night in the alley.

You got caught in the crossfire

between the Stompanato boys
and the Brooklyn Bridge Gang.

You got shot half a dozen times
and walked away.

I see. But that had nothing to do
with a magic ring.

There's no such thing.

That can't be true.

Let's just settle this ring-amarole
once and for all, shall we?

What?

You shot me.

- Yes, I did.
- I'm bleeding out.

I'm bleeding out.

Well, that's a lot of bellyaching
for a guy who loves war.

It's not real.

I can't save him.

Of course you can't.

So why risk everything... trying?

Gertie, you could've died.

Let me help you.

We all die, Lily.

And that's okay.

The truth is, I'd rather die today
trying to save the man I love...

than live forever without him.

Oh, Gertie.

I am too rich to go to jail!

No! You call my father! Call my father!

Call my father!

There's two ways this can go.

Either the Sausage Prince gets
what's coming to him

and we pin Stompanato for the rest,

or we get the lady bartender involved.
Your call if you wanna press charges.

Let her enjoy
whatever time Bill has left.

Well, you're an odd duck,
but, uh, it's been...

It's been real interesting.

Hmm.

You take care of yourself, kid.

You too, old man.

Hey, Shirl, um, so what time's your bus?

Midnight.

Oh, yeah. So, if you hurry,

uh, you can still make it.

Yeah.

Shirl!

Um...

I, uh...

I was thinking, if, um...

If it's all right with you, I...

Maybe I could come with you.

It's a long ride to Des Moines, Jack.

Good.

Give us a chance to talk.

Come here.

So, ring returned,
favor repaid.

See you in a few hundred years?

No.

Well, you drive a hard bargain,

but, fine,
I'll throw in a castle as well.

I have a lovely
22-bedroom in Austria,

hardly got bombed at all.

I don't want a castle.

Well, now, you're just being difficult.

Cortes...

Montezuma,

Willy the Sausage Prince...

they all think
they want to live forever...

but they already have something
so much more precious.

Gertie was right.

It's knowing there's an end...

That's what makes the rest of it count.

That's what connects them
to one another.

What makes them brave
even when they have no reason to be.

I think I've been immortal long enough.

I want you to have it.

Once you do this, there's no going back.

Are you sure?

Just one thing.

Oh, and it never ends with you, does it?

Although, I suppose it will now.

Would you like me to bring your children
up to say goodbye?

And undo everything they've learned
in Hell? Never.

My children are perfect.

They can't be banished
because they have no home.

Can't be abandoned
because they have no family.

They'll never be cast out
of the proverbial garden.

You can never tell them what
I've done today, Lucifer.

Not if they're going to be unbreakable.

Well, you have my word.

Well... I never thought I'd say this,
but, enjoy the rest of your life.

Right back at ya.

So hold me and smile, dear

Put your lips to mine

Forget the past

For this is ours

That ring has Lilith's immortality
inside it?

Yes, I suppose it does.

Though, as far as I'm concerned,
the only thing special about it is...

it reminds me of an old friend.

So, what happened to Jack and Shirley?
Did they live happily ever after?

Well, they moved to Des Moines,
probably not.

My mom says dealing with your problems
is the only way to get past them.

I bet Jack and Shirley talked
the whole bus ride and fixed everything.

Yes. Yes, perhaps they did.

Right.
Story time's over.

Thanks, Lucifer. This was fun.

Oh, don't exaggerate.

You got the story?

I taught you well, kid.

Once upon a time,
the Devil went to New York City.

The year was 1946...

Are you Lily Rose?

Who wants to know?

It's me, Mazikeen.

Lucifer told you that I was here,
didn't he?

You'd think the Devil would be better
at keeping his trap shut.

No, no.
I found you all on my own.

Have you been here all this time?

I gave something a shot.
It didn't work out.

That's it?
That's all you have to say to me?

What do you want from me?

I wanted to come and see you.

I...

I wanted to know why you abandoned us.

Why you abandoned me.

I did it to make you strong.
And it worked.

Just look at you.

I can see you don't need anyone.

Yeah.

Look at me.