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Previously on Lucifer...

So you're the Devil, and
you've left Hell behind

to take a vacation in Los Angeles.

How could you possibly help me?

I have a certain skill set.

I can be very persuasive with people.

I got it, the name, the
whole "Lucifer" thing,

and desire is like your superpower.

How did you survive

getting shot six times?

Is that your normal reaction

to someone saving your life?

When I see something I can't explain,

yeah, I look for answers.

Well, I've given you
the answer, Detective.

It's not my fault you won't accept it.

What happened with Lucifer?

You don't get it, do you?

He's the Devil! He's the Devil!

Where's your ex, Detective Douche?

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, munchkin.

Wow, shocker, you're late.

Come on, give me a break.

Right, here's the deal.

We can have as much naked
cuddle time as you desire,

but you're gonna have
to listen to me too.

You like to hide insecurity

in humor, don't you?

What do you think I'm insecure about?

That you are changing,

that you don't know
what's causing the change.

Or who.

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Go on.

Go ahead, jump.

You know you want to.

Hmm?

Trust me, it's a warm welcome.

Won't it hurt?

Oh, there's only one way to find out.

♪ All day I was out ♪

♪ Feeling, thinking of you... ♪

Lovely.

♪ Buzzing by myself tonight ♪

Sorry.

- ♪ Same place ♪
- Excuse me.

♪ Same old rhyme ♪

♪ Same troubles on my mind, too ♪

♪ I still changed and don't know why... ♪

You're the man of the hour.

Everyone's here to see you.

What's the worst that can happen?

Come on, have one drink with me.

I can't, I'm sorry, I'm
not trying to be a buzzkill,

I'm just... I'm not in the
mood to party, all right?

How can you decline
this ravishing siren's

invitation to imbibe?

Well, if L.A.'s taught me anything,

constant rejections do build character.

Sincerely doubt "constant rejection"

is something you ever deal with.

You could learn a thing
or two from this guy.

Oh.

Witty, charming and wise.

Have you lost your mind?

Do I know you?

Lucifer.

Morningstar.

Right, you're the club owner guy

who grants people favors.

Yeah, I don't need anything from you.

Oh, I beg to differ, Ty.

I have been looking for you all night.

And you are in desperate
need of my help.

Star quarterback, number-one draft pick,

and yet, for some
inexplicable reason, a virgin.

Look, man, I got all the
haters I need online, all right?

No, no, no, no, no, I'm not criticizing.

I'm fascinated.

I mean, do you know how rare you are?

A celebrity virgin in Los Angeles,

and surrounded by temptation.

I mean, you, Ty, are like

a four-leaf clover and
a unicorn made a baby.

Without, uh, having sex, of course.

Aw, thanks, I appreciate it.

My agent wanted me to throw this party.

Oh.

- Yeah, he wants me to loosen up.
- He's right.

I've met your type before,

so desperate to control their lives,

they forget to enjoy it.

So answer me this.

If you were to ever, you know, let go,

what is it you'd really want to do?

I, uh...

- Yeah.
- I...

I want to skip my
morning workout sometimes.

- Boring.
- Just chill on the couch

and watch Master Chef.

This is the fantasy life

of a postmenopausal housewife.

Come on, Ty, there must
be something deeper.

I, um...

Yeah.

I want to get laid so damn bad.

And there it is.

You got no idea how hard it is
holding out for marriage, man.

Uncomfortably hard, I'm sure.

Look, I was going to with my girl,

but, uh, we broke up.

Oh...

I thought she was gonna be

the mother of my children.

Well, she wants to be the
mother of your children.

Come on, Ty, it's the fourth quarter,

but you can still win this game.

I mean, look at her, death and taxes

are less of a sure thing.

No, I can't.

But you desire her.

Why fight it?

Because my mother taught me that...

Oh, no, don't-don't bring her
into this that's disgusting.

Uh... it's about you.

What do you want?

Her.

Well, then "carpe diem," my friend.

Ah, hello again, my little cannonball.

Sorry, I didn't
introduce myself earlier.

Lucifer. Morningstar.

Seriously?

Yes, yes.

I'm the Devil, hope
you'll hold it against me.

Lucifer Morningstar,
the guy who owns Lux?

That's me.

No, it's not.

I've seen him before.

His beats are sick.

I very much beg your pardon.

Beats?

Yeah.

He performed at a rap battle
last week in the Valley.

Every single part of that
sentence horrifies me.

It is so gross

that you're pretending
to be someone you're not.

Even your accent is fake.

Me!

♪ Now I'm feeling like a monster... ♪

Don't mind if I do.

♪ Monster, monster ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah... ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Monster, monster ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Monster, monster. ♪

Lucifer.

Wake up.

Something really bad happened.

Well, I hope you enjoyed
every minute of it.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

Look, I'm freaking out, okay?

Can you just help me, please?

I need that favor.

Right.

Mommy, did Daddy forget to pick me up?

No, monkey, I'm sure he's
just stuck in traffic.

Are you doing homework?

Um, sort of.

What's the assignment?

Uh, well, I saw Lucifer do
some things I can't explain.

Is Lucifer a magician?

That's sort of what I'm
trying to figure out.

When Daddy gets here, maybe he can help.

Mm.

Sometimes Daddy helps
me with my homework.

I'm not sure if Daddy has the
answers to these questions.

Why don't you just ask Lucifer?

Because if he's a magician,
then he won't reveal his secrets.

So I have to find out on
my own how Lucifer does...

these things that I can't...

explain.

Oh, that can't be him.

Decker.

Lucifer, how did you
even get this number?

Excuse the mess,

but it's so good of you
to come, Detective Decker.

Thanks for being super-cryptic
in a really unhelpful way.

What's the emergency?

Well, it's-it's better
to show than tell, really.

I...

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Petechial grows
hemorrhaging in the eyes.

Contusions on the neck.

Signs of strangulation.

And one of the victim's
fake nails was ripped off.

Signs of struggle.

We got a murder on our hands.

Thanks.

So what happened?

Um, well, I woke up
early, 'cause my head hurt.

I, uh...

I had a hangover.

I... I've never drank before, so...

That's on me. Sorry.

Yeah, so I came down to get some water,

and that's-that's when
I saw her in the pool.

Did you know her?

Not before last night.

I talked to her for a little bit.

Her name was, uh...

Ali, maybe?

I don't know. I mean, I'm
having a hard time remembering.

You think she accidentally slipped,

fell in the pool and drowned?

No, I think she was murdered.

Oh, my God, that's... that's terrible.

So why didn't you call
the police right away?

Well, I told Lucifer.

He said... he said that
he would call the police.

And I did.

Detective Decker's a homicide detective.

She's been very helpful

in the other murders
that I've encountered.

I am not your personal police concierge.

You are gonna find out
who did this, aren't you?

Of course I am, because that's my job.

- Right.
- Not because you want me to.

Right.

First things last. Do you have any idea

who had contact with her last night?

Um, no, uh, no, but they asked
me to get the... the guest list.

Oh, geez.

250 guests.

You know what that means.

Great party.

250 suspects.

Oh. Uh, I'd be careful with that thing

in the guest bedroom.

There's a good chance you'll go blind.

Unspeakable acts.

Yes, we got a little carried away.

Stop interfering.

I'm helping.

You forget that my expertise

is finding the right
people to punish, Detective.

It's what I do.

Or, uh, did, at least.

You want to do something?

Then help account for
everyone who was at the party.

- Oh.
- Coroner puts the time of death

between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Actually, is there someone

who can vouch for your
whereabouts at the time?

Several someones, in fact.

Yes.

Get them to tell you every little detail

just to make sure that I'm not lying.

I'll have someone else handle that.

So... a bona fide killer on the
loose that needs to be punished.

Time to punch in.

There she is.

Do you know anyone here?

No. Sorry.

I mean, people just
show up to these things.

Did anyone look suspicious?

Where do we start, Detective?

I mean, look at those big strong hands.

Perfect for squeezing
the life out of someone.

Oh, ginger lad.

Soulless bastards.

Give even me the creeps.

I...

You need to sit with the witnesses.

Haven't I proven myself

extremely useful at detectiving?

Actually, no, I don't need
your help color-commentating.

I need facts and hard evidence.

So unless you can help
me with either, stay.

But I don't want to be stuck
out here with these miscreants.

These are your people.

Detective!

Hey.

I heard all hands on deck.

I came as quick as I could.

Yeah, and on time.

Look, Chloe, I'm sorry
about earlier, okay?

I got held up at an arrest in Hollywood.

I couldn't get away.

I get it, Dan.

Save the apologies for Trixie.

This is work, and right now,

we have a victim with
no fingerprints on file.

These all the unclaimed
items from the party?

Yeah, I checked everything.

Unfortunately, no I.D.
that matches our victim.

So, what are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking our victim

wore a cute red dress.

There's no way she'd
have that pink clutch.

She was out to have fun,

so that nixes anything
big and bulky, like a tote.

I don't know.

I'm looking for something small,

a little sexy...

classy.

Something like this.

Wait a minute, I-I thought you said

all this stuff was
searched already for I.D.

I'm not looking for an I.D.

I'm looking for a car.

Ali Thornton, 23, from Boise, Idaho.

Her info matches the registration

we found in the glove box.

Hmm.

She was a long way from home.

What were you doing here, Ali?

I'll see what I can find on her.

Detectives,

found something in the master bedroom.

Found this here in the bed.

And it matches the missing
fingernail of the victim.

Isn't this Ty's bedroom?

Yeah, looks like they
did a lot more than talk.

What the hell are you doing?

Well, since you banished
me outside with the lepers,

I decided to make myself useful.

You call watching porn
on your phone useful?

This isn't my phone, Detective.

I think it's our recently departed's.

Where did you get this?

Just heard a ringy-ding
and followed the noise.

Now, is delete the little

- rubbish bin?
- No.

You can't delete anything on this phone.

But it shows Ty and Ali having sex.

It's very distracting.

Wait.

Ooh, you've reached the money shot?

Are you taping this?

I don't know.

Over there, we had a drink.

And I didn't know the girl that well.

Where are you going?

Detective!

Hey!

What's going on?

Detective, you're making a mistake.

Stay out of this, Lucifer.

Cuff him.

- Wait, what?
- Ty Huntley,

you're under arrest

for the murder of Ali Thornton.

This is ridiculous. Lucifer,

this is all your fault.
I wish I'd never met you.

Trust me, Detective.

I have been doing this a long time.

I know evil.

You've arrested the wrong man.

The person responsible
is still out there.

How are you so sure?

What desire would Ty have to kill a girl

giving him a wonderful time?

Ty had a squeaky-clean image.

He sleeps with a girl.

Then he finds out she's taping him.

She's gonna ruin everything.

He gets angry and loses control.

You saw the video.

The only thing that that video proves

is that Ty had sex.

He was horny, not murderous.

Then why would he lie about it?

Blame the tequila.

He had motive and opportunity.

Look, I just want to make sure

that you're punishing the right person.

I will.

That's what I do.

Lovely, we want the same thing.

And there's something else on the phone

that you should look into...

No more porn. I'm good.

No, it's not that. We
should look into it...

"We," as in the LAPD,

will look into it.

You can go now.

Line up some shots, Maze.

Oh, hell, I may just take a bottle.

Thank you.

That was the LAPD.

Ah, was Detective Decker
calling to apologize?

Unless it involves
lingerie, I don't accept.

Financial Investigations Unit.

Hmm?

Apparently, you destroyed
the honeymoon suite

at the Budget Hut in Tarzana last night.

I'd rather return to the fires of Hell

than spend a night in Tarzana.

And then, someone with
your name and credit card

skipped out on a $2,000 tab

at Zany Wings.

Do I look like I'd eat a Zany Wing?

Someone is

clearly masquerading as me!

Rap battles and hot wings?

You need to find this cheap knockoff

and make him suffer...
do you understand?

Why? You said it yourself...

humans are fascinating, right?

I can't wait to see
what this one does next.

Zany Wings.

♪ You got me dead to rights. ♪

It's not right!

I mean, Budget Huts and Zany Wings?!

I mean, this malfeasant reprobate

is diluting the Lucifer brand!

Finally, I get my father's
beef with graven images.

Sounds like this guy's
really gotten under your skin.

Typical in a town full of charlatans.

Eh, this is a place

built on lies where nothing is authentic

or genuine.

You don't even have to be famous

to get a star on the
Hollywood Walk of Fame?

You can just buy one!

Are we still talking about the impostor?

Yes. I'm gonna tear him limb from limb.

Uh... is it possible

you might be overreacting a bit?

No! How would you feel if
some off-the-rack impostor

was dragging your name
through the trenches of Encino?

Well, someone stole my
identity a few years back.

And after a few long calls

to the IRS and the bank,
everything was fine.

No big deal.

"No big deal."

That's because you're you.

I'm me!

And this is a-a travesty!

But your reaction,

your anger toward this

minor inconvenience,

feels a little...

disproportionate to the crime.

Wha...

There might be some displacement.

I'll show you displacement
when I displace his bollocks,

and throw them on the floor
and stamp on them one at a time!

Uh, um...

Why don't you tell me again

about this case you were working on?

Well...

nothing more to say.

A girl was killed

and Detective Decker is
going after the wrong person.

- And that doesn't bother you?
- Well, why should it?

Well, because from
everything you've told me,

it sounds like Ty probably had
nothing to do with this murder.

That he got himself into...

or someone helped him into...

a bad situation.

And that bothers you.

Yes.

Why?

Because I punish the guilty.

And Ty's not guilty.

♪ Oh, oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

Detective Chloe Decker, LAPD.

I'm here to see Ty
Huntley's agent, Joe Hanson.

I'm sorry, without an appointment...

Let me get this right... your clients

do all the work, yet you
chaps make all the money?

- Really?
- And they call me the Devil!

If I ever return to Hell,

you kids will be my first call.

Especially you.

Oh, one last thing before I go.

Which of you is into
killing attractive redheads?

Lucifer?

Detective!

A word?

Oh?

♪ ... back to the way I was. ♪

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Finding, then punishing Ali
Thornton's actual killer.

How did you know to come to this agency?

I tried to tell you, Detective.

On the dead girl's
phone. She called here...

Here and traded calls with Ty's agency

a few hours before she was killed.

I know, I checked her phone records.

And you're welcome.

I also able found out that the call

was transferred to
Ty's agent, Joe Hanson.

Right, so why did the dead
girl even know Ty's agent?

I mean, she was Ty's one night stand.

It hardly makes sense.

Well, that's what I'm here to find out.

And that's why you can go now.

What's so funny?

Well, the fact that
you think I'm gonna go.

It's hilarious actually.

Lucifer, I don't need your help.

Look, I'm not trying
to solve this for you.

I'm ensuring that the right
person is held responsible.

Look, come on, I've been helpful
before, haven't I, Detective?

You step out of line one time...

You can give me a right-good
spanking, I promise.

Come on, let's go.

Ty wouldn't do something like this.

He's such a good kid.

I'm actually more curious
about you, Mr. Hanson.

Me?

Why? I didn't even go to the party.

I had to work.

You spoke to the victim a few
hours before she was killed.

Maybe it's best if I don't say
anything without my attorney.

Joey! Joe, Joe.

There's no need for that.

Why don't you

tell me what you really want, hmm?

What desires drive a
man such as yourself?

I want to be the greatest
agent of all time.

Really?

And to do that,

I need to protect my clients.

Come on.

And, uh...

If you want to protect
Ty, tell us what you know.

Let's make a deal.

I'll tell you everything.
You look into something.

Here's a deal.

Tell us everything, and I don't

cuff you in front of your
co-workers and take you in.

I know how this goes.

Ali's a young actress
looking for a break.

An agent promises to
help her out, in exchange,

she's treated them like a party
favor to your star clients.

Okay, okay.

I did call Ali.

I hired her to have sex with Ty.

Wow, seems I wasn't the only one

who wanted the young
virgin to loosen up.

No, I loved the virgin angle.

It's a clean hook, got
him a lot of attention.

But Ty was a mess.

I needed him

to get over his ex.

Why?

Geez.

Popular boy, this Ty... isn't he?

So what, did this anger
his ex or something?

No, it's from his ex,

Debra Macall. She left this behind

one of the many times she came here

trying to find him.

She used to call all the time
trying to get a hold of him.

So, he dated a crazy fan?

He didn't know it at the beginning.

So when I figured it out, he
had already fallen for her.

Oh, suppose I can understand why.

See, after a while,
Debra got possessive,

controlling...

she thought she was managing him.

So I told Ty he needed
to break up with her.

He refused.

I made Ty file a restraining order

after she broke a girl's nose

just for buying him a mojito.

Quite a hair trigger on this Debra,

- by the sounds of it.
- Hmm.

If Debra found out

that Ty was with that poor girl...

Hmm. Finally, some rain.

Maybe someone up there
is looking out for us.

I can assure you,

He's in no way
meteorologically inclined.

Apart from the whole Noah thing,

and that was a one-off.

Anyhow, her roommate confirmed

that she took the 4:00 p.m. class, so...

Ty's ex should be out any second now.

I told you you had the wrong man.

Wrong gender as well, apparently.

Finally, we're getting warmer.

Why are you so hell-bent on
proving Ty's not the killer?

Like I've been saying,

I want to punish the real killer.

But why?

Is it 'cause you pushed him
towards Ali at the party?

Well, I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

And I think you're
starting to agree with me.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
be here, would you?

- Bye!
- Bye!

There she is.

That was great. I'll call you at lunch.

- I'm over here.
- Debra Macall?

I'm Detective Decker, LAPD.

We need to ask you a few
questions about Ty Huntley.

I've got nothing to say.

It's either here or down at the station.

- Leave me alone!
- Debra...

See?

Warmer.

Found this on the undercarriage.

Remote detonator.

Whoever set off this bomb was nearby.

Scour the security cameras in the area.

Get facial I.D.'s on anyone
in a hundred-block radius.

You couldn't live with
yourself for committing murder,

so you set your car
to explode, didn't you?

Eh? Wanted to go out
in a blaze of glory.

Of course not!

Murder? What are you talking about?

Oh, come on...

The bomb was triggered remotely.

Whoever set it off did it
before you got to the car.

There's a clear line of sight.

I don't think the plan was to kill you.

I think they wanted to scare you.

So... you know of any reason why
someone would want to do that?

No.

Yes, why did you run, Debra?

Awfully guilty-looking.

I thought you were going to bust me

for violating my restraining order.

I went to Ty's party last night.

I-I just... I just looked.

From outside, through the window.

I couldn't help it, I miss him.

Yes, breaking up's so hard, isn't it?

You're like two pathetic peas in a pod.

Okay, we are made for each other.

As good as he is at football,

that's how good I am
at being his girlfriend.

You mean ex-girlfriend.

We never stay broken
up. It's just a phase.

And no one looks out for
him the way that I do.

And then I saw him
kissing that girl and I...

Squeezed the life out of her?

No!

Where were you between

1:00 and 3:00 a.m. this morning?

The only place that always
makes me feel better.

How long does this go on?

Three hours.

That's the saddest thing I've ever seen.

Yep. All-night froyo shop

puts Debra there well past
the time of the victim's death.

Her alibi checks out.

So Debra didn't strangle Ali.

Well, whoever planted the bomb

went to great lengths to
make us think Debra did it.

Why?

I don't know.

We might actually know
who rigged the car.

Ronnie Hillman.

The big Hollywood fixer?

Yeah.

A security cam caught her

walking nearby, right
after the explosion.

This can't be a coincidence.

Someone must've hired her for this.

I've been trying to build
a case on her for years,

and every time we've approached her,

she's lawyered up immediately.

Ronnie is a pro.

So how do we approach her?

She's picky about talking to strangers.

Definitely no cops.

What about someone

she'd never expect us to work with?

Do I get a code word?

You know, for when you take her down.

If so, might I suggest

"monkey bottoms"?

'Cause trust me, I can work that

into any sentence quite naturally.

You sure this is a good idea?

Lucifer reached out to her

and she agreed to meet
him, so it's our best shot.

And you won't need a code
word, and you won't be miked,

because she'll be looking for that.

This is a simple handoff.

All we need you to do is vouch for Dan

as someone that needs her services.

Vouch for Detective Douche?

Oh, gosh, this is gonna
be harder than I thought.

Once I engage with her, I will hire her

to fix a problem of mine.

Right.

Well, if it's that stick up your ass,

I'm afraid there's no one
strong enough to pull that out.

She goes there to fix my problem,

our people will be
waiting to arrest her.

- Ah.
- And then we'll have leverage

to find out what she
knows about Ali's murder.

She has information we need,

so let's just stick to the plan.

Assuming, of course,
Ronnie hasn't run off

because our sting suddenly turned into

a Michael Bublй concert.

Lucifer, this isn't a game.

- Oh.
- Now, are you up for this or not?

Am I up for encouraging someone
to commit a nefarious act?

Mm, let me think.

Put me in, Coach.

♪ Drown my woes in a lake
of fire, sing a song... ♪

Ooh, lovely moves.

♪ Drown my woes in a lake of fire ♪

♪ Sing a song gonna
take me higher... ♪

Try to look even more like a douche.

Mission accomplished.

♪ Lucifer gonna set me free ♪

♪ Good Lord turned his back on me ♪

♪ Lucifer gonna set me free... ♪

She's here.

Okay, great. Here we go.

♪ Never got no good
doing what I'm told ♪

♪ It's a mean world
that I've known ♪

♪ Now you'll find me where
the devil don't go... ♪

Ronnie Hillman,
problem-solver extraordinaire.

Oh...

Mm, you checking for a wire

or are you just pleased to see me?

Little bit of both.

Mmm!

Hello, Mr. Morningstar.

Rest assured...

I can help you with your problem.

Well, actually, I don't need your help.

I...

Wait, what do you think my problem is?

Impostor running around
ruining your name.

Your professional reputation
has taken a bit of a dive.

As has your sexual one, I'm afraid.

All those unsatisfied ladies...

Word gets around.

That is the reason you
reached out to me, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it very much is.

I do have a problem
that could use your help.

I am all yours.

Oh! Well, I like you, monkey bottoms.

Here's what I need you to do...

♪ ... doing what I'm told... ♪

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Hey, Dan, what's going on?

I don't know.

They're still talking.

And now she's leaving.

Lovely.

What the hell did you do?

I hired the fixer to fix
a problem, like you wanted.

You let her go. What
happened to the plan?

- I made a better one.
- How?

Just sit tight

and we'll all get what we want.

Finally!

The would-be Prince of Darkness.

Payment due upon delivery.

I'd like to examine the goods first.

Your dime.

Right.

Let's see the face of my impostor.

The resemblance is uncanny.

It most certainly is not.

How could anyone think that you were me?

You know who you're messing with?

I'm Lucifer freaking Morningstar!

Oh...

Are you now?

Well... you've certainly
been a busy bee,

haven't you, "Lucifer"?

Eh?

Apparently, you've
started a modeling agency,

pitched a Web series.

And I hear you've also been

very active with the women.

Ladies love me.

What can I say?

It's what they've been
saying that's the trouble.

It seems you're a bit
of a two-pump chump.

Also, a crier afterwards.

That happened one time.

Right. Well, we can't
have you running around

cheapening the Lucifer
brand, now, can we?

What do you say, Maze?

Impalement?

Hmm...

Why rush?

- I say the rack.
- Oh.

- Oh!
- Ooh.

That way,

we can really enjoy it.

Better. Yes, much better.

Every joint of every limb

dislocated before it's torn off.

No, no, no, no, no... look,
look, look, I just... I just...

I just wanted to get
chicks and-and free drinks.

Um, really.

My name is Justin.

I'm from Sherman Oaks.

Oh, Justin...

the things I'm gonna do to you.

Oh, no, no, no, I-I'm sorry!

I only came here one time

and I just told some girls

that I owned the place, and...

and that opened some doors for me

and so I just started rolling with it.

How dare you abscond my name!

Please, don't hurt me.

Please.

I'm not gonna hurt you,

Justin, I'm going to destroy you.

Oh, this is so hot.

It's like you're punishing yourself.

Seems I could be just, um,

overreacting a bit.

Go.

Go on!

And never sully my name again.

Let's at least take a finger.

We've done enough, Maze.

Pleasure doing business
with you, Lucifer.

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

Which is why I'm going to have
to apologize for my friends.

What friends?

Ronnie Hillman,

you're under arrest for
kidnapping and assault.

Would you mind calling my lawyer?

Her number's in my back pocket.

Yeah, sure thing.

I'll tell her about the kidnapping,

the airtight evidence we have,

the attempted murder on Debra Macall,

and then when we connect
you to Ali Thornton's murder,

maybe you'll get a
nice injection of drugs,

and you can go to sleep forever.

Hang on... I had nothing
to do with Ali's murder.

Debra Macall, Ty Huntley's
ex, she's the murderer.

I cared about Ali.

Mm-hmm, here's what I think.

I think you tried to scare Debra
into confessing to Ali's murder,

but Debra didn't do it.

She's got an ironclad alibi.

This is my fault.

Why?

I promised Ali I would protect her.

All she ever wanted
was to be an actress.

She was gonna leave her mark.

But you know how that goes.

Endless rejection, she ran out of money.

This was her first gig with me.

She didn't even know if she could do it.

But I told her... I told
her it was just like acting.

Besides, who doesn't want
to sleep with Ty Huntley?

I thought Ty's agent hired
Ali to sleep with him.

He hired me for a number blackmail.

Slip him a roofie, get naked,
whip out a selfie stick,

and voilÐ".

Why would he have any desire

to blackmail his own star client,

a client he's all about protecting?

Ty's agent told you
that Debra killed Ali.

He did, yeah.

You think Joe's the killer,

that he took things into his
own hands, quite literally.

We don't have any proof.

Right, well, how do you
propose that we get him?

Joe pointed the finger right at Debra,

painted her as crazy.

It's not that hard a picture
to paint, in her case.

Why was he so certain
she'd make a good suspect?

Maybe he found out
she went to Ty's party.

Maybe he knew she went to Ty's party.

You are looking Basat
the future of football.

The American Dream.

Honest, resilient, heroic.

The police tried to pin

the death of that poor girl on you.

But we kept it out of the press.

We got you out of jail.

We will always protect you...

and make you a bigger star than ever.

This is Ty Huntley...

rebranded.

Rebranded, eh?

Does it come with a new scent?

Free toy inside?

What do you want?

Ty is free on bail.

We have to talk to Ty
down at the station again,

maybe walk him past a few reporters.

Whoa, hold on, uh, Joe, what is this?

Oh, come on! This is ridiculous.

Ty wouldn't hurt anybody!

What about Debra?

I told you to look into her.

She's the crazy one.

Yes, well, I thought
it was her all along.

I mean, the woman certainly
redefines "intensity."

But Debra was home with a
friend the night of the murder.

What?!

She's lying.

There's no evidence
placing her at the party.

No one saw her.

So are you ready to face the cameras?

His sponsors will love
the free publicity.

Tell me, what's ten percent of nothing?

I saw Debra there.

I went by the party.

But a work call came up,
and I never made it inside.

I didn't say anything before

because I told my wife
I was working late.

When I was driving away, I
saw Debra outside Ty's window.

So you admit you were there that night.

Yeah, and so was Debra.

That's the proof you need, right?

That's the proof we need.

We have a sworn statement
from Ronnie Hillman

saying that you hired the victim

to make a sex tape with
Ty to blackmail him.

I just needed to place you at the scene.

Yeah, see, that's why I don't lie.

It's so hard to keep
track of who knows what.

It's not true.

I only want what's best for you, Ty.

You know, I still don't understand.

Why is it my own agent
would want to blackmail me?

Because he thought eventually
you were gonna leave him.

What, because I took one
meeting with another agency?

Joe...

I only did that to make Debra happy.

But even though you'd broken up,

he knew you'd get back together,

so he decided to strike
first, get some leverage.

If he left me, I would be ruined.

I mean, do you understand?

He is my Brady, my Manning.

But Ali wasn't cut out for
this sort of thing, was she?

She didn't want to give you the video.

Stupid bitch.

She said she realized Ty was a good guy.

She didn't want to go through with it.

Her name was Ali Thornton,
and you killed her.

For what?

Greed? Ego?

I didn't want to hurt her.

I just wanted her phone. And...

But I squeezed too hard.

I'm done.

Forget this. I'm out of here.

Did I squeeze too hard?

How did you...?

What did...?

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Finally focusing my
anger where it belongs.

Lucifer...

Yes, of course.

Your turn, Detective.

I still can't believe Joe did this.

I wasn't ever gonna
leave him, you know that?

Definitely gonna leave him now.

But you know what, you, uh...

you stayed good to your word, Lucifer.

Thank you.

Yes, well, now you owe me one.

Ty!

Ty! Ty!

Oh, my baby.

Oh, my God, I'm so glad to see you.

- Oh.
- You are?

Yes, you are crazy, baby.

- But you're my crazy, you hear me?
- Yeah?

Warms the cockles, doesn't it?

So, Detective,

looks like you've solved another case

because of me.

I solved this case despite you.

What? What about the cell phone I found?

That was key evidence.

Evidence you almost destroyed.

I got you the leverage
you needed to crack Ronnie.

You co-opted a sting
operation for your own gain.

And I solved another crime.

Identity theft.

Come on, admit it... we
solved this one together.

Or are you too egotistical
to acknowledge my help?

Okay, yeah, you didn't
completely destroy the case.

So you can stop blaming yourself, great.

Whatever do you mean?

The whole reason you tried
to prove Ty's innocence?

Was to catch the true culprit.

Yeah, sure.

So I decided not to punish myself.

Yourself?

Well, my fake self.

The person I'd kidnapped.

I decided not to beat him up.

You were right, I was, um...

What's the word?

Displacing?

Displacing my anger and
frustration on Luci-phony,

because the right person wasn't
being punished for Ali's death.

And who was the right person?

Well, the sleazy agent, of course.

Ah, yeah.

Of all the cities in the world, Lucifer,

why did you decide to
come to Los Angeles?

Well, the same reason as everyone else.

Uh, the weather, porn stars,

Mexican food... mm!

Mmm.

You know, you say... you
say people are phony here,

but I think people come
here to reinvent themselves.

And I think that's why you're here.

To reinvent yourself.

Why would I mess with perfection?

You like working with
the detective, don't you?

I told you, I'm good
at punishing people...

nay, I'm the best at
punishing bad people.

I didn't enjoy it when
my father forced me to,

but now that it's on my own terms,

it's downright delightful.

Yeah, well, I think you don't just enjoy

punishing the bad guys.

I think you're starting
to like seeking justice

for the good ones.

Like Ali.

It's another reason to hate L.A...

all this self indulgent therapy.

You should be ashamed.

You're doing it again.

What?

Displacing.

No, I'm not.

And that's denial.

That's a river in Africa.

♪ You looked so good at first ♪

♪ When I didn't know your name ♪

♪ But you took me by surprise ♪

♪ You made me feel so strange ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

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