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Oh, my God.

You're okay.

- I'm okay.
- You're okay.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What am I doing?

What are you doing?

He's the Devil
and you've known about it all this time?

I've never hidden my devilness
from anyone.

- How'd you find out?
- I saw him that night.

With Amenadiel and Charlie.

I came back and I saw
his frickin' scary-ass red face.

Well, I'm not particularly fond
of your face either, Daniel,

but you don't see me trying to kill you.

How am I the bad guy here, huh?

I'm trying to save you,
I'm trying to save our daughter,

I'm trying to save the world!

Okay, Dan, I understand, I get it.

And when I first learned
about who he is,

I didn't handle it well either.

But he's not what the world
makes him out to be. He's a good person.

He is. And despite your differences,

I think you know that. You know him.

Yup. Invulnerable.

This is crazy.

It's crazy. You're all...
you're all crazy!

Where are you going?

I'm not gonna go shoot somebody else,

if that's what you're worried about,
okay?

I just need
to get the hell away from him.

Shit, he's supposed to pick Trixie up
from the sitter.

I should get to her first
and take her to my mom's

until he cools down.

Well, I wouldn't hold your breath.

I don't think cool
is in Dan's repertoire.

- Are you sure you're okay?
- I'm more than okay.

I'm completely invulnerable,
even around you.

All of a sudden.

Why now?

Well, who cares?

Would you rather the bullet
have killed me?

No, of course not. I'm just
trying to make sense of all this.

The mojo swap and now this...

But, no...

You're right.

Gift horse.

- I should go.
- Right.

Hey, I am so sorry, I have to run,
but I had a blast last night.

- Yeah, um...
- Thanks so much for having me over.

- Bye.
- Bye. wait, wait, wait,

- just one more...
- Oh! Yeah.

Pick a hand.

- Um... This one.
- Eh, try again.

- Hmm... Okay, so, that one.
- Yes.

Phew!

What's that?

It's a key to my place.

That way you don't, you know,
have to wait outside for me next time.

Oh.

Oh, shoot. Um, sorry.

- Is this too fast?
- Nope.

Not at all.

It's totally too fast. Or am I crazy?

Um, well, I thought you said
things were going really, really well.

I did. Is there such a thing
as too well?

Okay, last night, right?
We go out to dinner.

Candles, wine. Pete takes my hand.

- He stares into my eyes...
- Mm-hmm.

...and he says, "I love...

meatloaf."

And I mean, sure, meatloaf,
absolutely delish, okay?

But, I don't think
that's what he meant, Chloe. I think...

I am the meatloaf.
Me.

- Oh, wow.
- I know. Soon, right?

But we, like, just met.

I mean, how long did it take Lucifer
to say, "I love you?"

Uh... Well...

Every relationship is different,
and, um,

you know, probably
shouldn't compare yourself to others.

But, um...

El, this is a good thing.
Enjoy it. Embrace it.

- Okay?
- Embrace it.

- Yeah, okay.
- Right.

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Well, I can't just let Dan
get away with shooting me.

An eye for an eye,
or in this case, a snake for a bullet.

That is not a good idea.

No?

No, no.

You're right.

- Mm-hmm.
- I gotta think bigger.

I mean, it's not even poisonous.

No, that's not what I mean.
Dan is fragile right now.

Please don't do something else
to set him off.

What's he gonna do,
bounce another bullet off me?

Ooh, speaking of...

I've been thinking.
My new-found invulnerability around you

changes everything,
especially on the job.

I mean, there may be no more mojo,

but there's also
no more dodging gunfire.

In fact, from now on,
think of me as your human shield.

Or devil shield, rather.

- Come on, let's practice.
- Lucifer, no.

Listen, I've been thinking
about the Whisper Killer case.

- Something isn't adding up.
- But...

- Klumpsky confessed to everything.
- Yes.

But something is off. Serial killers
often go after someone they know

and then branch out to strangers.

Klumpsky had no connection
to the first three victims,

only the fourth.
So, it doesn't make sense.

Well, if only there was someone
we could talk to.

"The Whisper Killer?" Lame.

It doesn't even make sense.

I don't kill whispers.

I have a list of far superior names

I'd like you to submit
to the paper's editor.

For example, The Silencer.

The Husher. No, no, wait.
Maybe it should be...

The Shusher.

I will deliver the names

once you've answered
a few more questions.

Hmm.

Deal.

Right, first question.

What's the worst thing
you've ever done to someone?

Without killing them.

I once ate someone's kidney
in front of them.

Ooh, well, that's a non-starter.

I refuse to put any part of Daniel
in my mouth.

Uh...

How did you target Olivia Sacks
in San Antonio?

Ah, Olivia.

Well, I followed her home one night.

San Antonio is a nice town for stalking.

You know... I'm sorry. It was Phoenix.
Um, Olivia was in Phoenix, right?

Oh, right, yes, I'm sorry.

My victims kind of blend together
after a while.

Blending, yes, speaking of...

Do you know how many laxatives
you can slip a man-child

without, you know,
causing permanent damage?

Uh, please ignore my partner,
and back to Olivia.

- Why did you move her body?
- I like to switch things up.

- Keep you guys guessing.
- Right.

Yes, clever. And I see...
You know, I'm sorry...

I messed up again.

It was Joy Goodman's body
that you moved,

not Olivia.

But you would know that, right?

What is this?

Are you trying to trip me up?

I think it's time for my lawyer.

Klumpsky doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Agreed. He was completely useless
in my brainstorming session.

Well, what I mean is, I don't think
he killed the first three victims.

So? He clearly killed
that school teacher Madison.

And he took a swing at you.
He belongs in prison, then Hell.

Who cares about the details?

I care about the details, Lucifer.

But since you seem more concerned
with getting the perfect revenge on Dan,

why don't you just go do that?

I'll get to the bottom of this
on my own.

Fantastic idea, Detective.
Divide and conquer. Yeah.

Lucifer, I was right.

Klumpsky didn't kill the first three.

There's another serial killer.

And he's still out there. Listen, I got
a lead tomorrow in the arts district...

Yes.

That is it.

Oh!

That is how I get back at you, Daniel!

Oh! This calls for a drink!

Voicemail?

Didn't even hear it ring.

Ah, yes.

Lucifer, I was right.
Klumpsky didn't kill the first three.

There's another serial killer.

And he's still out there. Listen, I got
a lead tomorrow in the arts district...

Detective!

Detective...

Signs of forced entry, obvious evidence
of a struggle, valuables left behind.

This doesn't look like a robbery.

Go ahead, Miss Lopez, you can say it.

The detective's been kidnapped.

I... I still haven't been
able to get ahold of Dan.

Oh, trust me.
He'll be of no use to us right now.

- Trixie, is Trixie okay?
- Yes, she's safe at her grandmother's.

The detective was re-examining
the Whisper Killer case.

In her voicemail, she mentioned finding

proof of another serial killer
out there.

Wait, do you think
that this other killer

found out that Chloe was onto him

- and this is him covering up his tracks?
- I do.

I just wish we knew
what she figured out.

Well, her phone and her laptop
were smashed.

Uh, tech team's trying to recover
what they can, but no guarantees.

None of this would have happened
if I hadn't been distracting myself.

I should've listened to the detective.

Yeah, you should have.

You should have.
You should have been there.

- Why weren't you there? If you had...
- Miss Lopez, Miss Lopez...

We can't lose our heads right now.

The detective needs us.

Okay. You're right.

She needs us. Okay, we'll keep looking.

We'll keep looking.

Hey, what about this?

I mean, does this mean anything to you,
the name "Scotty Thomas?"

No, but that address is downtown.

In her message, the detective mentioned
following a lead at the arts district.

Well, then, that has to be it.

Let's go.

Lucifer, I'm a little
out of my depth here.

- I mean, I'm just a forensic scientist.
- Relax, Miss Lopez.

We're just following a lead,
not walking into a killer's lair.

Yeah, but still. I mean, don't you think
we should loop in an actual detective?

We don't have time to brief someone new.
Here it is.

Crap. It's locked.

Is it?

- Hmm. Weird. Guess not.
- Hmm.

What was that
about not walking into a killer's lair?

Shh.

Do you think Chloe's here?

- Should we call for backup?
- I'm all the backup we need.

You're just an actor.

What are... Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Where is she?

- If you killed her, I swear to Dad...
- Killed? Who are you?

Why would you think I would kill anyone?

Oh, really? I wonder.

The knife? The lobby?

No, no, no.
This is just for inspiration.

I swear! No, we got it all
from a Hollywood prop house

that was going out of business.

I use it to keep my team
in the right headspace.

What team? What headspace?

My nerd squad.
We're developing a virtual reality game

where the user gets to be
a serial killer.

Humans. Honestly.

Yeah, they're all blunts. Clearly props.

Well, then...

Why did the detective think
this place was a lead?

D... Detective? Wait. Detective Decker?

- You two work with her?
- Are you Scotty Thomas?

Yeah. The detective was supposed to
meet me here, but she never showed.

I even printed
the transcripts she asked for.

Where are those transcripts?

Show me.

Sweet.

Detective Decker reached out to me
on KillShare.

And KillShare is...

Oh, it's a Dark Web chat site
for those interested in, well, killing.

Geez, there's a site for everything.

We use it as research.
The posts are anonymous and unmoderated.

Anyone can post anything.
And I mean anything.

People have
some pretty disturbing appetites.

Appetites you'll be encouraging
with your serial killer game.

Whoa, hey, man. As long as
they're scratching that itch in VR,

they're not doing it in real life.

Okay? I'm one of the good guys.

And the KillShare crowd isn't exactly
into working with law enforcement.

- But I offered to help.
- Well, how, exactly?

Okay, well, Detective Decker
was on KillShare tracking a user

that you guys apparently caught.

Les Klumpsky, AKA the Whisper Killer?

I was one of the few
that he was direct messaging.

And Chloe wanted to read your convos?

Exactly. Now, the KillShare DMs,
they self-destruct.

But I screen cap everything.

It's going to take forever
to go through all this.

Wait, hold on.

Klumpsky keeps referring to a LilyMan85.

LilyMan? Worst superhero name ever.

Found it.

Holy...

All of LilyMan's posts
are first-hand accounts of murders

that match the Whisper Killer's.

With deets
that haven't even gone public yet.

Wait, Chloe said that our guy Klumpsky

didn't do the first three murders
that he admitted to, right?

Yes, that's what her message said.

I know what she figured out.
Klumpsky is a copycat.

This LilyMan is the original killer,

the one that she said
was still out there.

Well, how do we find this LilyMan?

Well, I mean, I can get Cyber

to track the different IP addresses
of his posts,

but it's gonna take some time.

We don't have time.

Well, maybe you can use the nerd squad.
Some of the best around.

Oh, my gosh. Thank you.

Right, well, while you do that,
I need to make a call.

Too many words.

Don't you have any books with pictures?

- I thought you were supposed to help me.
- Sorry, Maze.

I have to get Charlie to the hospital.

Linda's leaving her conference early,
so she's gonna meet us there.

Aren't you overreacting?

I mean, a fever of 101
doesn't sound like a big deal to me.

In Hell, we kept it at a brisk 120.

Right, well, while 101
might not be the end of the world

for a normal baby, Charlie's part angel.

So, for him
to be running a fever like this

must mean
there's something wrong with him.

You know you're supposed to pick that up
when it makes that noise, right?

- I'm not talking to Lucifer.
- Maze...

He kept my mother from me.

Does Lucifer even know why
you're mad at him?

No.

Well, maybe you might wanna tell him.

What part of me not picking up
are you not picking up on?

Chloe's what?

Tell me what you need me to do.

Yes, that's correct.

Uh-huh. That's right.

Yes. Yes, we traced LilyMan's IPs
to different addresses.

Only one was from a private residence.
Probably the killer's.

We're already here. Send for backup.

Uh, gotta go.

Ugh!

Oh, God.

Lucifer...

Oh, God.

Detective.

It's not Chloe. Thank God.

Which means she's still out there...

in the hands of that bastard.

"For the numerous reasons above,

I demand your publication
use my preferred serial killer name.

Sincerely, The Voice Box Killer."

Can you really call yourself...

...a serial killer?

I heard you only did the one.

How did... How did you get in here?

I've met a lot of your heroes.
Gacy. Dahmer. Stinky Ted.

You all have something in common.

You're a coward...

just like them.

But at least they came up
with their own shtick.

Who are you?

We're gonna get to know each other
real well.

Thanks, man.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Guess my editor really liked

my Whisper Killer coverage,

'cause apparently
I'm her crime beat guy now.

Oh, well, that seems great. I mean,
why do you seem so down about it?

Well, I don't want you to think
that I'm using our relationship

for personal gain.

Just say the word and I'll leave.

Uh, no, I would never think that, no.
Look, I gotta do my job,

and you gotta do yours.

Are you sure? Because I know
we've been moving a little fast.

Who am I kidding?
We've been moving a lot fast.

And I don't wanna do anything
that would scare you away.

Honestly, Pete, you have been nothing
but absolutely amazing.

I don't even know why
I've been worried about moving too fast.

See? No, but I could tell.

- I could tell you were concerned.
- Yeah, kind of, but...

You know what? For once,
I know a good thing when I see it.

And...

I have gotta rush back to the precinct,
but you do your thing.

This is perfect for you.

It's connected
to the Whisper Killer case.

- Yeah, no, you got your hands full...
- Okay. Yeah.

- Um, hey...
- Yeah.

This is probably dumb, but I did
a ton of research on the Whisper Killer.

It's all in a box at my place.
If you would ever want it...

Are you trying to
make me like you even more?

Hmm, maybe.

You're just...

- Look, I... I'll call you later. Bye.
- Bye.

I can't, I'm sorry.

- Well, try again, brother.
- I've tried five times already, Luci.

I'm telling you,
I cannot slow down time anymore.

I haven't been able to
since that time I saved Linda.

Speaking of which,
I should probably go find her.

- Charlie's test results should be in.
- Oh, well, thanks for nothing.

Listen, I really wish
I could help you find Chloe,

- but I have faith in you, brother.
- Well, you shouldn't.

I'm useless without her.

How am I gonna find a detective
without the detective?

Maybe stop wasting time trying to get me
to slow it, and just, you know,

do some good,
old-fashioned detective work.

Detective work? Me?

Are you trying to tell me that after
all these years of working with Chloe,

that you haven't learned anything?

- Amenadiel. Dr. Subia wants to see us.
- Okay.

You can find her, Detective Morningstar.

Whoa! Who did this for you?

No one, I did this myself.

I figured we needed to find similarities
between our victims

in order to build our killer's profile.

Be still, my heart.
Okay, what do we got?

Well, uh, the victim we found
this morning

is Phyllis Cameron.

A-list movie director.

But based on the ME's report,
she died a week ago.

Which means that LilyMan85 got to her

before he killed Diane Luna,
the opera singer.

Okay, so our guy clearly has a type,
powerful women.

Mmm.

And Madison,
our elementary school teacher

is off pattern, because...

Because she was killed
by Copycat Klumpsky.

I mean, his sloppy trail of evidence

allowed us to catch him
before he could strike again.

But the original Whisper Killer
is cleverer.

He's cleaner.

Lucifer, I have got to say,
very impressive with the detective work.

Thank you. If only it were enough
to find him, to...

find her, and we need more than this!

I talked to the copycat.

Well, "talk" isn't exactly
the right word.

- Well, did he scream anything of value?
- Maybe.

He said that he was messaging
with the original killer

and found out that this LilyMan

likes to hunt his victims
in restaurants.

Copycat said, and I quote,
"LilyMan looks for windbags."

So, he targets women
who talk a lot. Gulp.

Hold on, I think I remember seeing

that the last charges
three of the four victims made

were at a restaurant.

Wait. You went through credit card
statements and cross-referenced them?

Yes. We should call the restaurants,
find out if any of them

- have surveillance cameras.
- I'm so on it.

Uh... Right.

Did Klumpsky ever meet his inspiration?

- Did he ever get a good look at him?
- No.

Are you sure?

Five broken ribs, a torn rotator cuff,

and "It's A Small World"
on repeat. Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, so only one of the places
has CCTV.

Right, Maze and I will check it out.

And I don't know if this is helpful,

but, uh, Pete has some pretty extensive
research on the Whisper Killer murders.

I can see if he's got anything useful.

Yes. Thank you, Miss Lopez.

Sorry. I can't show you the tapes.

We don't have time
for torture.

- Whoa, torture?
- Do you have a better idea?

Well, if I still had my mojo,
I'd just ask, "What is it you desire?"

I wanna be a dancer.

Wait, did my mojo just work?

I've never told anyone that before.

I'm back.

Maze, I'm back! Right.

Right, well you're in luck,
Baryshnikov,

because I happen to own a night club.
So, you help us,

I'll hire you, make your
Footloose dreams come true.

What do you say? Deal?

- Deal.
- Right.

- Okay, Boss, what are we looking for?
- We are looking for... her.

- She was here Thursday evening.
- Okay.

Good man.

So. have you ever heard of a demon
getting a soul?

Of course not.
That's impossible.

Yeah, um, I've heard that all my life.

Then again, you did fall in love.

Amenadiel had a baby with a human.

There's a first for everything, right?

Well, that's different. We're angels.
You're just a... demon.

Oh! A-ha! There she is.

Yes, that's definitely her.

Right, we just need to wait
for the creepy guy stalking her.

How do we even know
who we're looking for?

Okay, never mind.

Oh, my dad!

Pete? I haven't been
able to get ahold of you. Are you here?

Pete...

Pete?

Guess not.

Okay, here I go.
Your not-at-all-creepy girlfriend

coming in to borrow your files.

Yes.

Oh, God.

Ella.

Hey.

Hey... Yeah, I, um...
I called you, but you didn't answer.

So, I just... Yeah...

Anyway, I just, I just came to grab
that research you offered.

Sorry. Sorry, sorry if I just...

Sorry?

That's the reason
I gave you the keys, silly.

Mi casa es su casa.

Did you unscrew that?

What?

No. No, what screw?

Ella, I really wish
you hadn't gone in there.

No, no, don't! Ow!

This is such a bummer.

- No, no!
- I was really hoping you were different.

No.

- Open your eyes!
- No!

No, no!

Stop it!

He hasn't said a word
since his arrest.

- I'll get him talking.
- No, no.

We've only got one shot at this.

We can't risk him lawyering up or dying.

We have to approach this cautiously.

Where is she, Pete?

- Where's Chloe?
- No.

Lucifer, she is in no shape to face him.

Miss Lopez is stronger than you think.

Stronger than she thinks.

Where is Chloe?

We know you're LilyMan85, Pete.

The original Whisper Killer.

We have all the evidence we need
from your creepy, little plant room.

God, just when I thought
I'd found a good guy.

- I am a good guy.
- Yeah?

Except for the whole, you know,
killing people part.

Exactly. Everyone has flaws.

"Everyone has flaws?"

Pete, it's not like
you left the toilet seat up.

You kill people.

Innocent women.

Because, why?

What, were you abused as a child?

Did your dad hit you
one too many times? What?

No.

It was my mother,

and she didn't hit me,
she screamed at me

all day, every day.

Is that why you cut
all those women's vocal chords?

Was that too obvious? Should I have
cut their hearts out instead?

All this because your mommy
was mean to you?

No, she wasn't just mean to me,
she didn't love me.

All she loved
was her stupid lily garden.

A lot of people
have crappy childhoods, Pete.

We don't become serial killers.

Mmm.

So, what? That whole time you were just

using me to stay out
of the investigation?

Yeah, it started that way,
and then it evolved.

Oh, my God.

You were gonna kill me, weren't you?

I mean, I... I fit your profile.

I'm definitely a talker.

Yeah, but everything you say is so nice.

I thought with you, I was finally
going to feel something, anything

but, hmm... nope.

And I did everything right.

Everything that you're supposed to do.

Candlelit dinners,
I took you to that convention,

I gave you a key to my apartment.

Yeah.

You fooled me. Congrats.

Thank you. But didn't work.

The only time I ever feel anything

is when I'm hearing them
choke on their own blood...

unable to talk.

Hmm. I don't know...

Maybe you...

Maybe if we got more time together.

- Time?
- Mm-hmm.

Time wouldn't change the fact
that you are a cold-blooded murderer.

Mmm, good point, but you gotta admit,
we have a lot in common.

- We're nothing alike.
- Uh, I wouldn't be so sure.

There is darkness in you, Ella.

I recognized it
the very first moment that we met.

Damn it, Pete. Just... Where is Chloe?

I don't know, okay?
I didn't do anything to her. I swear.

You really have no idea
where she is, do you?

Nope.

Uh, Ells, just to be clear,

this is you breaking up with me, right?

Pete, you're gonna burn in Hell.

This human stain
is telling the truth.

He has no idea where she is.

I've wasted all this time
looking for the wrong, bloody person!

This is all
my fault.

I don't understand. Where is she?

Who else would want
to hurt the detective?

What if this isn't about her?

Lucifer, what if it's about hurting you?

Hello, Detective.

One tall, non-fat, almond milk latte
with sugar-free caramel drizzle.

It's your favorite. Come on. Come on.

Hey! That was, like, seven bucks!

- God.
- What am I doing here, Michael?

Don't worry, this is just temporary.

It's all part of a bigger plan.

- Plan?
- Hmm.

- What, to make me dislike you even more?
- No.

But, spoiler alert, it is gonna be epic.
Just you wait.

Till then, I, uh...

I figured we should catch up.

I mean, a lot has happened
since we saw each other last.

- And why would I talk to you?
- Because you wanna know what they mean.

The changes
that my brother's been going through.

Although, deep down, I think
you probably already know, don't you?

Oh, so it's this again.

Trying to make me afraid
about my relationship with Lucifer.

Now, you see, that's just it, Detective.

Just like Lucifer can't create desires,

I can't create fears, I just...

expose what's already there.
And, girl, you reek of fear.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

So, what, you're not afraid of what
his new-found invulnerability means?

'Cause you do know that we angels,
we self-actualize, right?

Which means him choosing
to be vulnerable around you

actually meant something.

So I'm just, you know,
putting it out there.

But I wonder
what this new development could mean.

You're wrong.
Lucifer and I are closer than ever.

Huh. Yeah, you're probably right.

I mean, we all know Lucifer doesn't lie.

So, when he tells you he loves you,

you know he really means it, right?

Unless...

Oh, no. No, no, no.
He hasn't said it yet, has he?

Even though you said it to him.
That is... Ugh!

Looks like, you know, maybe you need
some time to yourself, so...

I have a quick errand to run
but, don't worry, Detective,

I will be back before you know it.

Enjoy the cave.

Found him in a bar, wasted.

- Daniel.
- No... No.

- No, no, no!
- Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, relax, relax!

Please stay away from me. Don't hurt me.

Says the man who shot me.

Listen, Daniel, I know we've had
our differences, but right now,

what's happening
is far more important than us.

Tell me.

The night that you saw my face,
why did you come back to the house?

What? Because you called me,
you asked me to.

I didn't make that call, Daniel,
but I think I know who did.

- Who?
- My twin, Michael.

- Oh.
- Dreadful poker face.

He's the one who told you
to shoot me, isn't he?

Look, I hate to break it to you, Daniel,
but you have been played.

Michael's an angel.
And you're the devil.

- You're the Prince of Lies.
- Dan!

Chloe has been kidnapped by Michael.

We need to find her before he does

whatever "angelic" things
he's planning on doing.

- Wait, wait, wait, kidnapped?
- Yes.

Is that why
everyone's on high alert outside?

Then why didn't you tell me?

Somebody let me out of here
so I can help.

- Open the door!
- What are you going to do?

Tell them that some archangel took her?

We're on the same side here.
Only we can save her.

And the only way you can help
is by telling me where you saw Michael.

You're hurting me.

Okay.

Okay, uh, Michael...

He, he came to me at the cemetery.

All right?
But then he, he flew me someplace else.

Someplace private so we could talk.

- It was, uh... It was some weird cave.
- Private?

Well, that might be where he has Chloe.
Where is this cave?

I don't know exactly.

How can you not know?
Did he blindfold you?

Well, I, kind of...

maybe passed out on the flight there.

- And back.
- Oh, you have got to be kidding me!

Oh, man, I'm afraid of heights!

Do you know what roller-coasters
do to me?

And, believe me, flying is... way worse.

Is there anything of value
that you can tell me

or are you just completely useless?

Look, the cave,
it was strange, all right?

It was... It was...
Parts of it looked fake.

There were... There were bars on it.

And it seemed like nobody had been there
in a really, really long time.

Maze, Dan, what are you doing here?

That's a pretty mighty swing
you've got there, Detective.

Are all abandoned zoos this dangerous?

Lucifer.

I'm so sorry,
I thought you were Michael.

Oh, it's okay.

You can whack me anytime.

He really does care about her,
doesn't he?

Yeah.

Frickin' soulmates.

Good news.

Charlie's fever has subsided.
Just your normal, run-of-the-mill cold.

- Ready to see him?
- Yes.

Right this way.

Hello, brother.

Michael?

What are you doing here?

I heard Charlie was sick
so I came to show my support.

Yeah, of course. Support?

Despite our differences,
we're still family.

- And that includes Charlie.
- Mm-hmm.

I heard the doctor say
it was just a normal cold.

I'm so sorry.

What do you mean "sorry," Michael?
That's good news.

But, Brother, you understand
what that means, right?

No. What?

Honey, I'm home.

Surprised to see me?

No, actually, Mazikeen,

you are exactly the demon
I wanted to see.

In fact, you're a little earlier
than I expected.

I am so tired
of your bullshit games, Michael.

I'm tired of you messing with me
and my friends.

Kidnapping Chloe?
That was a step too far.

Now, I'm gonna have a little fun
carving you up.

Come on.

That's a little extreme,
don't you think?

I mean, I was never gonna hurt Chloe.

You don't believe me?

Mazikeen...

I am the only one
who has been honest with you.

Who told you about the ring?

All that did was show me
how much my life sucks.

Which is exactly
why I wanted to talk to you.

Maze, I can help you.

Because when I get what I want,
so can you.

And we are so close, Mazikeen.

So, so close to my plan
finally coming together.

I just wanna say how grateful I am
for all of your hard work,

and for never giving up
on trying to find me.

And, um, you know,
words cannot express this enough, but...

thank you.

Thank you, guys.

Thank you.

Brother. Brother, we need to talk.

Something terrible has happened
with Charlie.

What, did he get worse?

No. No, he, he got better.
But it's just...

it's just a normal cold.

Right.
Well, I don't see the problem.

That's what I've been saying.

- No, listen, we really hav...
- No. I'm sorry, brother,

but I'm a little busy at the moment.

The detective and I
haven't yet had a chance to talk.

Can you... Can this wait?

- No! It's just...
- Yes! Yes, it can. Come on.

I...

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Uh, um, can we talk?

Somewhere private.

Yeah. Of course.

Yeah.

How's Ella doing?

Uh, she's, uh, well,
she's as well as could be expected.

Uh, she's happy that you're safe, but...

Poor Ella.

I feel terrible for her.

Check in with her later.

Detective...

I am so incredibly sorry.

For what?

For taking so long to find you.

For getting you caught up
in my family mess.

For everything you had to endure
with my psycho twin brother.

Lucifer, everybody has a weird family.

I'm not gonna lie.

It wasn't fun being kidnapped...

but I knew you were out there,
the whole time, looking for me.

What I'm worried about now is Michael,

he, he said that this was all part
of some bigger plan,

and... should we go find him?

Well, I'll, I'll deal with him later.

Right now, I'm just...
I'm just happy to have you back.

Well, but from what I heard,
you really didn't need me.

You caught a serial killer on your own?

Oh! Well, Maze and Miss Lopez
helped a bit.

But, yes, I suppose it was mostly me.

And you. In a way.

- What?
- I channeled you, Detective.

Did some actual case work.
I really was my best you.

Oh, and, my best me.

By the way, my mojo's back!

Isn't that great?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's, that is great.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing.

Uh... I just...

Do you think I can still mojo you?

Well, there's no need.

I promise
to tell you everything I desire.

No mojo required.

Well, that's assuming
you know what you want.

Excuse me?

I'm just wondering...

if, subconsciously,
you might be pushing me away,

'cause you say that you want this,

and you say that you want us...
but do you?

Where is this coming from?

Well, if mojo-wise,
you're no longer letting me in,

if, if now you're
invulnerable all the time,

doesn't that mean that you're no longer
choosing to be vulnerable with me?

I know what's happened here.

Michael got inside your head, didn't he?
What did he say to you?

You know he taps into people's fears.

And, yeah, I... Yes,
I guess a part of me is afraid.

Of what?

Um... afraid that

you don't feel the same way
that I feel about you.

Wha...

And the last thing I wanna do
is push you

into saying something you don't want to.

But I know you can't lie.

So just tell me.

Is that... why you haven't said it back?

Haven't said what back?

Oh...

I...

Detective, I...

It's complicated, but...

Right.

No, I mean... Detective, I do.
Of course, I do.

Right. Right.

No, De... Chloe...

I...

I Io...

Detective?

What the...

Amenadiel.

Brother, could you have chosen
a worse moment to slow down time?

It hasn't slowed, it's stopped.

Well, would you kindly un-stop it,
then, please?

Luci, look. Just look.

He's frozen.

Charl... Charlie's frozen.

Yes, as is everything and everyone else.

Including the detective.

Exactly. Everyone but us celestials.

Do you understand what that means?

- I...
- It means Michael was right.

Charlie is... is mortal.

And?

And all of this time, I thought...

I assumed he was like me, like us.

But he's not.

He's just like
every other ordinary human child.

He'll get sick again.

He'll feel pain, grow old, suffer.

Oh, right. Now I understand.

You stopped time to prevent
all that from happening.

Well, would you deal
with your parental anxieties later?

Right now, I need you
to hit the play button

because I have a relationship to fix.

I have no idea how.

I didn't do anything
to make this happen.

Well, not consciously, obviously.

But this is clearly triggered
by your fears.

So just stop being afraid!

Easier said than done.

Amenadiel, I am impressed.

I was hoping that you would
spiral out of control.

But completely stopping time?

Way to be an overachiever!

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Bigger Plans himself.

Of course, you're behind this, too.

How are you
and the little lovebird doing, hmm?

Have you realized it'll never work yet?

Look, I get going after me,

but why bring Amenadiel into this?

What's your endgame here?

Oh, you'll just have to wait and see.

And, I didn't do anything to Amenadiel.

I mean, I can't help it
if he's afraid of his son's snotty nose.

Amenadiel,
Michael is probably responsible

for Charlie's illness.

Come on, I would never.

He's lying.

Amenadiel, what makes more sense?

That I somehow gave your child a cold,

or that Chuckie here got sick
because he's a frail little mortal

who's destined to suffer
and die a horrible human death?

Amenadiel, Charlie's not going to die.

- Now who's lying?
- I meant anytime soon.

But they grow up so fast.

Don't listen to him, brother.
Don't let him get inside your head.

I'm just saying
what he's already thinking.

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Oh, again with the blame game.

It's not my fault you impregnated
one of these filthy, little humans.

I mean, look at her.

So helpless.

Just like your son.

Maze... why are you defending him?

Because he promised me a soul.

That's impossible.

Why? Because I'm "just a demon"?

Exactly.

Get up.

We're not done.

Why would you ever trust Michael?

He's a liar!

He's only ever been honest with me.

You.

You hid my mother from me.

How did you...

I'm sorry, Maze,
but I gave Lilith my word.

Which is apparently more important
to you than I am!

What?

I can't believe
you'd use my infant son as a pawn.

I can't believe
how easy it was triggering you.

I mean, way easier than
turning Lucifer's friends against him.

Mazikeen.

Come on.

That's enough.

Dad.

Children, you know I hate it
when you fight.