Lucifer (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Everything's Coming Up Lucifer - full transcript

- Previously on Lucifer...
- So, you're the Devil

and you've left Hell behind

to take a vacation in Los Angeles.

Well, where else would I go?

Your return to the Underworld

has been requested.

Remind Dad that I quit Hell
because I was sick and tired

of playing a part in his play.

I got it.

The name, the whole Lucifer thing,

and desire's like your superpower.



More like a gift from God, really.

Why don't I affect you, Detective?

I guess we both have our mysteries.

Chloe Decker is causing
your vulnerability.

I'm bleeding.

I've been sleeping with a demon.

I'm ready to turn myself in.

I removed a firearm
from evidence lockup.

Dad.

I'll be the son

that you always wanted me to be.

This is impossible.

Where's Maze?

I was gonna ask you the same question.



What does Father want?

Someone's escaped from Hell.

Who escaped Hell?

Mum.

Everybody, get the hell on the ground!

Fill the bag with everything

on display.

Hurry up!

This is such a cliché.

I mean, for one,

those are all conflict diamonds.

Terrible karma,

but more importantly,

is this really how you want
to spend your time on Earth?

I don't know who you are,

but if you don't step
back, I will kill you.

But that's not what

you really desire, is it?

No, it isn't.

So, what do you want?

Freedom.

Oh...

just as I suspected.

You were tired of being
a prisoner, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right.

I-I-I couldn't take it anymore.

So you wanted to break
your shackles, be reborn.

I did.

So you escaped Hell,

looking for an empty body,

and found this poor sod,

who'd just died of a heart attack,

and now here you are,
wreaking havoc on Earth.

The jig is up.

We found you, Mum.

Wait, what?

You just said you wanted
to escape your shackles.

Yeah.

When the paramedics brought me back,

I realized I needed to be free.

Yes, from Hell.

No, man, from debt.

I owe a ton of money.

And this was gonna get me
out from underneath it.

You know what, I'm sick of this.

The two of you are...

It's not Mom.

Oh, you think?

Well, we had to check.

She doesn't have a body.

She must have entered a human form

of someone who's recently died.

Which means anyone who kicked the bucket

whilst you were sleeping on the job.

Luci, do you realize
he's the last one on our list?

Well, you must have missed one.

Or maybe she's not in Los Angeles.

No, she's here.

I kept her prisoner
for thousands of years.

She's coming for me.

I know it.

We just need to get to her first.

Are you coming?!

In a moment.

There's so much punishment,
so little time.

...dead.

What's going on?

My mum's gonna kill me.

And before you say it,
that's not a metaphor.

She's literally going to kill me.

She's not the forgiving type.

You've never mentioned
your mother before.

Why is that?

Well, you wouldn't understand,
would you?

I'd like to.

Oh, all right.

Very well.

In human terms,

once upon a time, a boy met a girl,

and they fell in love.

They had sex.

The only trouble was,

they were celestial beings,

so that moment created the universe.

Mm, the Big Bang?

Never knew how appropriate
the name was until now, did you?

Anyway, they became Mum and Dad.

They had a whole litter of
kids, including yours truly.

And they built a house.

They called it Heaven.

They were happy.

Dad was...

well, Dad, and Mum...

Well, Mum was rather lovely
in the beginning.

But things change, don't they?

Dad started going into the garage

and tinkering with a little
project he called humanity.

Mum grew cold... distant.

And pretty soon, they were both
neglecting their family.

And then one of his children
started to act out?

Indeed.

Yeah... so Dad got pissed off

and tossed me out of the house.

And what did your mother do?

Nothing.

She just stood there and let it happen.

Anyway, a couple of
thousand years later,

Dad kicked her out, too.

Cast her into Hell
and put her in a cell.

So, I did the same
for her as she did for me.

Zilch.

Is it good to be back

on a studio set, Detective?

Not really.

It's bringing back memories
of your acting days?

If you're feeling nostalgic,

sure I can find some horny
teenagers and a hot tub.

'Cause the movie you were in was...

Yeah, I got it.

Is everything all right, Detective?

You seem distracted.

Usually I get at least
a glimmer of a smile

from my remarks,

the occasional eye roll.

I think I got a snort once.

Two days ago, you were
shot point-blank.

Ah, well, no need to
thank me for my heroism.

Well, maybe just a little.

No one's stopping you.

There was blood all over you.

- You should be dead.
- Well,

par for the course for our adventures,

Detective. What's new?

I have a sample of your blood

and I'm gonna take it and test it.

- Oh.
- And I'm gonna find out

exactly what you are once and for all.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

The Devil himself?

No, I'm guessing Larry Morningstar,

the son of a plumber in Connecticut.

Right, well, wrap that up, would you?

'Cause I could use your help on my end.

I'm on a bit of a manhunt.

Well, womanhunt, and I
need to find her before...

I'm too late.

So, our victim's name is Gillian Taylor.

She was a stand-in for the lead
actress on Leave It to Leslie.

Stand-in?

Yeah, stand-ins are
used to light a scene

as the actors prep.

Usually want to be actors themselves.

And now she's dead because of me.

What do you mean, because of you?

Well, remind you of anyone?

That's weird.

What's weird, Ella?

Well...

you'd think cause of death would be

the giant chunks of metal

sticking out of her head, but no,

she was strangled. Look.

You can see the contusions on her neck.

So, the horns were added postmortem?

Yeah, soft tissue at the point
of impact is yellow-pink.

That means that there
was no blood pressure

when our killer went all stabby-stab.

And...

she was killed somewhere else.

This body was moved here.

So, the killer is sending a message.

Ah, good, so you agree with me.

I didn't say the message was to you.

Well, who else would it be for?

What the hell?

Oh, joy of joys, I thought
Detective Douche

was in jail.

He's suspended.

Or at least he was.

Give us a minute.

Hi.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I've been reinstated.

What?

After Malcolm and
everything that happened at Palmetto,

they wanted to sweep everything
under the rug.

And the only thing I confessed to was

improperly checking out evidence.

A gun that killed someone.

I didn't ask for this.

You didn't turn it down, either.

Would you rather I go to jail?

You think Trixie would prefer that?

No, it's just... it's a lot to take in.

I've been demoted.

I've been reassigned

to assist on cases, so...

for now, how can I help?

Uh, interview crew members.

See if they know anything,
any enemies she had.

I mean, you know.

Thanks, Chloe.

Yeah.

You're a newbie, aren't you?

Oh, hey, yeah.

Ella Lopez.

I just transferred in a couple days ago.

You must be Detective Decker's
civilian consultant.

Lucifer Morningstar.

Cool.

I was expecting

a different reaction considering

your choice of bling.

Oh.

Dude, I had a friend named Adolf.

Okay, Adolf.

I didn't hold it against him.

And besides, I think the Devil

- gets a bad rap.
- Oh.

- You do, do you?
- Sure.

I mean, what did he really
do that was so bad?

What, rebel against his dad?

Ask some naked lady
if she wanted an apple?

Be still my heart. Do go on.

I suppose he does run Hell.

That's not so great,
you know, with the torture

and eternal damnation.

I'm retired.

And besides, I didn't create Hell.

I just worked there.

And now you're talking

in the first person.

Wait.

- Are you...
- The Devil?

- ...a method actor?
- What?

Not exactly an Emmy-worthy performance

from our child actor.

And her dick nozzle boyfriend.

Weird, for a girl

who normally doesn't wear mascara,

she's certainly wearing a lot.

I wonder why.

Trixie loves her show.

Oh, my God, me, too.

Sweet candy coating on the outside,

delicious evil on the inside?

Or she just likes the attention.

Either way, she's got a wall
of reps surrounding her.

I've got a call in to interview her.

But for now let's focus on Gillian.

Yeah.

Gillian rented from me for four years.

Such a sweet, strong girl.

You know, I... I don't have
a daughter, but, uh...

You know, she got so close
on so many auditions.

I... I really thought that
she was gonna break in.

This is my fault.

Why do you say that?

Well, I work as a set nurse.

I pulled a few strings.

I got her that job.

If she hadn't met Amy...

Do you think Amy did this?

No, sweet, darling, innocent Amy?

Oh, I'm sensing sarcasm
and general loathing.

Oh, that girl's a bad influence.

She has so much cocaine
up her nose, it would snow

- if you shook her.
- Yes, I've tried that.

The show kept it out of the news.

They even hid her O.D.

a couple of days ago.

Hospital was barely able
to start her heart again.

Well, hold on.

You're saying Amy died,
then came back to life,

and then an innocent girl was found dead

with devil horns shoved into her skull?

I... guess that's

one way to put it.

Yes.

Maybe Gillian wasn't
as innocent as she seemed.

Well, maybe she needed the cash
to fund her flamingo army.

We need to check on
Gillian's financials.

See if she made any large
cash deposits and, if so, when.

I don't know. Maybe we
can find a pattern.

Well, it doesn't matter, because
I know who the killer is.

Really? Who?

My mum.

Your mom?

It's a long story, but I think

my mum's soul is currently inside Amy.

She's the perfect choice
of host body, really.

Young, beautiful, worshipped
and adored by millions.

You're making less sense
than you normally do.

That's because you
still don't believe me!

Just test my blood, Detective.

Then we can have a real conversation.

Oh.

Look at you, all broody.

Suits you.

Well, don't worry.

Maze always turns up eventually.

She's like a bad
penny... in tight leather pants.

Unless, of course, you
scared her away for good.

I scared her away?

Well, everything was fine until
you went all lovey-dovey on her.

Really? Because I seem to remember

her telling both of
us where to shove it.

Luci, you don't think she
helped Mom escape, do you?

Well, that doesn't sound
like the kind of evil,

duplicitous thing a demon
would do, now, does it?

But, no,

I don't because I found Mum.

- You did? Where?
- On a case.

And on top of that,
I think the detective's

gonna finally believe me
about who I am soon, so cheers!

Everything's coming up Lucifer.

- What did you do?
- I didn't do anything.

She's going to test my blood.

- She's what?!
- Mm. Exciting, isn't it?

Humans can't have proof of divinity!

Just the detective.
I don't see the harm.

Sure. I mean, what could
possibly go wrong

if angel blood enters the police
department's forensic database?

I'm sorry. Am I supposed to answer that?

You just deal with Mom.

I'll deal with this mess.

At least I got you to stop brooding.

And you're welcome.

- Hey, Chloe.
- Hey.

I interviewed the crew.

For the most part, Amy and
Gillian got along great.

For the most part?

Yeah, they got into a big fight

a couple days ago as they
were setting up a shot.

Unfortunately, they weren't
rolling audio.

Well, I get the gist of it.

Gillian had a bunch of money
hidden away at her place.

And then this blowup.

What do you think?

Amy had a secret drug problem?

Then Gillian found out
about it and was blackmailing her?

If so, that's a pretty strong motive.

It is, yeah. Thanks, Dan.

Well, now I know where I got
my taste for the good life.

- What are you doing in here?
- Amy Dodd, eh?

Role model for teen girls,

awkward erection for their fathers.

A wolf in a sheep's tiny skirt.

It's very appropriate, Mum.

Who are you, and what
are you doing in here?

Yeah.

Let's stop playing games, shall we?

I know you're not who you pretend to be.

I know who you really are.

All right.

Attacking me would be a waste
of... What are you doing?

You can't do this!

I'm tired of everyone
thinking I'm so innocent.

But I'm not, and I'll prove it.

Please don't! Oh, God, don't!

Good Lord, that's... Ugh.

Mmm. Wait.

You're not who I thought
you were, are you? I hope.

Oh, I'm exactly who you think I am.

Well, then this truly
is the most evil thing

that's ever happened to me.

Just-just stop doing
the buttons and just...

just please...

Ms. Dodd?

- Ah.
- What the hell is going on?

Right. For once, this
is not what it looks like.

- I'm in so much trouble.
- We don't care

- about your drug use, Amy.
- You don't?

What we care about is
that you and Gillian

had an argument
right before she died. Why?

- Does it matter?
- We found

a lot of cash at Gillian's house,

so if she was blackmailing you...

She wasn't blackmailing me.

She was my sober companion.

Well, clearly not very good at it.

The production company thought
it was a good idea

to hire my stand-in to
also keep an eye on me.

They thought it would
help keep it a secret.

- What was the fight about?
- I was getting

tired of her treating me like a child.

I'm an adult!

I can make my own decisions.

Clearly.

I'd gotten a new supply in.

She was trying to take it away from me.

Oh.

Just take-take it all away.

A devil emoji? That's it.

I'm speaking to a copyright
lawyer today.

So Gillian cut off your supply.

That must have pissed off
your dealer. Who is he?

I-I never met him.

All I have is a number.

I'd text him, he'd messenger
me the drugs.

Okay, good. I'm gonna need that number.

Okay. Thank you.

Okay, so the production company

confirms that they
paid Gillian under the table

to be Amy's sober companion.

That explains the cash.

I mean, I'm not saying Amy's innocent,

but I don't see a motive anymore.

Well, what about our
emoji-loving drug dealer?

Could be a show of strength.

Making sure no one screws
with him in the future.

I put a warrant in to locate
his cell phone, and, uh...

What?

Do you still think this is about you?

Of course I do, but it's
worse than I thought.

My mum is clearly playing the long game.

Taunting me with my own
distorted image again and again.

No, really. Do you really
think the drug dealer is your mother?

Well, she's clever enough
to pull it all off.

What? You thought I took after my dad?

Oh. You don't have to believe
anything I say, Detective.

Test my blood.

Oh, dearie me, why are you hesitating?

Scared to find out the truth?

I'm not scared about anything

other than finding out
what STDs you have.

Very funny.

Hey.

Hey!

- How did...?
- What the hell

are you doing in here?

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I must have gotten lost.

Good night.

You don't think you deserve
any of the blame

for what happened with your mother?

No. That's between her and Dad.

Then whose fault is it?

Well, I suppose none of
this would have happened

if Amenadiel had been watching over Hell

like he was supposed to.

I thought that was your job.

Well, it was, but when I
abdicated, it became his.

Sort of like a game of hot potato.

And then there's Maze.

And what about her?

Well, she's still missing.

See, I'm-I'm worried she might

be involved in all this.

Might explain why Mum was able

to hit the ground running
with my torment.

And

I wouldn't be in this mess

if it wasn't for the detective,

and she doesn't even know it!

And why is that?

Well, when I asked Father
for the favor, I...

Look, it doesn't matter.

Even if I told her, she wouldn't
believe me anyway.

Sounds like there's a lot
of blame to go around.

Yes.

Is there anyone you
might be leaving out?

Anyone I'm leaving out.

Um...

Oh, you're right.

Yes.

If you'd fixed my existential
problem earlier,

none of this would have happened.

Well, good on you for taking
responsibility, Doctor.

It's very noble.

Ah.

I worry you're not gaining
anything from our sessions.

- What do you mean?
- Lately,

you're using our sessions as an excuse

to misinterpret what
I say for your own gain.

What?

I don't think I'm actually helping you.

Are you breaking up with me?

I'm asking the question.

Are our sessions actually helping,

or just making things worse?

Lucifer?

You said you wanted to talk.

Hello, Chloe.

What's going on?

I was really hoping I wouldn't
have to do this, but...

recent developments have
left me with no other choice.

No other choice than to what?

You need to know the truth, Chloe.

About Lucifer.

All right.

I'm listening.

Oh, I'm not gonna tell
you. I'm gonna show you.

What are you doing?

Amenadiel. Amenadiel, no!

Okay, you're gonna be fine.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.
You're gon...

You c...

You're... you're okay.

How?

Okay, this is going to
be hard for you to hear,

which is why I needed you
to see what Lucifer is.

No.

I don't believe it.

Good.

Because it's all a lie.

Bulletproof vest and blood packs.

Are you insane?

You could have killed yourself!

I was perfectly safe, Chloe.

This, by the way, is what Lucifer wore

when you guys confronted Malcolm.

- How would you know that?
- Because I put it on him.

He knew what he was walking into.

Listen, everything that he does
is part of a performance.

All right.

Then what about the weird
mojo thing he does?

Neural linguistic programming?

The power of suggestion?

Look, he studied it at a very young age.

And I hate to admit this, but
he's actually really good at it.

What about the fact
that you two are brothers?

Come on. You've never heard of adoption?

Why? Why would he do all this?

Listen, what you have to understand

is that my brother and I had
a very difficult childhood.

And to deal with it, he created

this persona for himself...
Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil,

incorrigible and invincible.

So he's a liar?

Chloe, he means well,

but in the end, the only person

he ever truly lies to is himself.

Decker.

You tracked our dealer's phone? Great.

I'm on my way.

Any other questions?

Yeah.

Why tell me all this now?

Because you needed to know.

When I woke up a week later,

they'd written in a...
a wisecracking neighbor.

You know, he-he got all the best lines.

Your heart goes out to him, doesn't it?

A dealer trying to find
a buyer at an AA meeting,

people at their most vulnerable...
that's really low.

Yeah. It's also not
something my mum would even care about.

Because... and I can't
believe I'm saying this...

The killer isn't your mother.

Unfortunately, I think you're right.

Dear me, this has all been
a wild goose chase.

Hey.

There's still a killer
out there, Lucifer.

And we tracked his phone to this room.

We've got to figure out
who the dealer is.

It was the lowest point in my life.

Thanks, David.

Thanks, David.

All right, does
anybody else want to speak?

Yes, I'd like to say something.

Thank you.

Hello.

My name is Lucifer Morningstar

and I...

love drugs.

Love them! Mmm!

Yummy, yummy, yummy. Can't get enough.

And... I've got lots of money...

mmm, that I love spending on drugs.

Not even picky. I'll do any of them.

Mix them together sometimes.

You ever done a he-she?

No? A neon nod? A donk?

Ah. Yeah, he knows
what I'm talking about.

That man has
definitely donked. Haven't you?

Uh, the theme of the day
is your lowest point.

Right, my lowest point.
Well, geographically,

that would be Hell, of course.

Hard to get much lower than that.

And...

Well, then I suppose it was
when my mother abandoned me.

Turnabout was fair play, so I...

abandoned her in turn.

Didn't even give her a chance
to defend herself.

I mean, what could she possibly say

that would justify what she did?

What would she say?

Well, that was a disaster.

Actually, I thought
that was really impressive.

- You did? It didn't draw anyone out.
- Yep.

That's not what I was impressed with.

Hey, guys. Looking to score?

Because I've got some really good stuff,

if you've got cash.

Are we playing show and tell?

I got something to show you.

I actually found this on the
ground... this isn't even mine. I just...

No, it-it really isn't. I...

Oh, okay. Where-where
did those come from?

Right. Now I've flushed out your dealer,

do you mind if I...?

Knock yourself out.

Those really are not mine.

Oh, of course they aren't.

You don't really think I
could do that to someone?

I think you were pissed off that
someone blocked your meal ticket,

and I think you were
trying to send a message, yeah.

Yeah, but I couldn't do that. That...

Oh, God. Is that her skull?

Can you take that away, please?

Not until you tell me
what you know about...

Oh, God.

That poor girl.

All right, if it wasn't you,

then who would want to
make it look like it was?

If she had a dealer
before me, you know, I...

I doubt... I doubt he was
happy I stole his best buyer.

Who was he?

Oh, there you are, Maze.

I've missed you.

So, where the hell have you been, Maze?

Away.

Wonderfully vague,

but you'll have to be a tad
more specific, I'm afraid.

I needed you.

Oh.

So I'm supposed to just come
running whenever you need me?

Yes. That's exactly what
you're supposed to do.

- And why is that?
- Because since fire and brimstone,

that's just how it is between us.

Through thick and thin.

So, come on. Where were you?

Shouldn't you be more concerned

with the guy I just saved you from?

Oh, please. I'm only
vulnerable when the detective is around.

So, who is he?

Amy Dodd's dick nozzle boyfriend.

- She's the actress from Leave It...
- d Leave it to Leslie. d

What? It makes me laugh.

Well, he must have seen me going into

Amy's trailer when
I thought she was Mum.

Jealous, were you?

Wanted to prove yourself to be a big boy

by waving a knife in my face?

Wait, your mom escaped Hell?

Yes.

Funny timing, isn't it?

She slipped out whilst
Amenadiel was injured.

And you, uh...

Well, where were you, Maze?

Wait, you think I'm helping her?

Have you forgotten

who actually tortured her in Hell?

Well, desperation makes
for strange bedfellows.

I've just pictured you
in bed with my mom.

Oh, I can't un-see that now.

So, Mama Morningstar's on the loose.

I never could break that woman.

She wouldn't submit.

Seems like I have another chance.

You sure he doesn't know anything?

What is wrong with you people?!

Yes, I'm sure. Give me that.

I think he would disagree.

Fine.

I know things... about the murder.

We found the drug dealer with
the adorable devil drawings.

- Case closed.
- You think Irwin killed her?

- No, he'd never do that.
- Maybe, maybe not. Don't care.

You guys are with
the cops, though, right?

More of a day job
thingy... Got much more pressing issues

at the moment. Right, seriously...

if you weren't helping
my mom, then where were you?

Ah...

I was with a friend.

Friend?

Demons don't have friends.

Someone who's been helping me do some...

...soul-searching.

What, like hunting them
down and killing them?

I wish.

That would be a lot easier.

No.

Now that we are stuck here,
I need to figure out...

where I fit in.

And she's been helping me do that.

Thanks. I knew you wouldn't understand.

I barely do.

What?

Amy had another drug dealer.

- Go on.
- She used

to score big from some
other guy before she got clean.

But then Gillian cut him off completely,

and the guy, he was super pissed.

Right, and where can I
find this other dealer?

I don't know.

- Oh...
- No, I-I-I swear

I've never met him.

Look, he goes by the name of...

of Bobby B.

Lovely.

I thought you said

this case doesn't have anything
to do with your mom anymore.

It doesn't.

Then why are you
running off to tell Chloe?

Well, maybe there are things you wouldn't
understand about me, either.

So you guys are gonna
let me go now, right?

Of course.

After I've had my fun.

- Ah, there you are!
- Oh, hey.

- I've got some news on the case.
- Oh, me, too.

But go on. Ladies first.

Well, our drug dealer's
alibi is still shaky.

Uh, but he did mention
there's another dealer.

- Oh. That's what I had.
- And Amy's lawyered up,

so we can't get anything out of her.

And all we have on this "other dealer"

is that he's selling prescription pills.

Oxys. Percocet.

Oh, not my faves, but
they'll do in a pinch.

So if the story stands, we're
looking for someone in health care: doctor,

pharmacist. I'm gonna go through
these booking sheets

for anyone in the medical
industry that's

been charged in the last couple years.

Right.

Feel free to jump in and help me.

Joy of joys.

Oh, there is one thing that might help.

Yeah, what's that?

Bobby B.

What's that?

She was like a mother to her.

I have some issues
that I need to work out,

and I think I know just how to do it.

What?

- Oh...
- What is wrong with you people!

You people are nuts!

So you're back.

I'm here.

I wouldn't say I'm back.

You know I was looking for you, right?

After what happened?

Maze, what you did for me was...

But you were gone.

I needed to get away from Lucifer.

And you.

I need to figure out

where I fit in in
this world. And to do that,

I need some space.

From the both of you.

Yeah.

No, I mean, I was...

feeling the same thing, you know?

I think some distance between us

might be a good thing.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Do you really believe in God?

Whoa. I was expecting more like,

"Hey, Ella, what's it like
moving from Detroit to L.A.?"

"Hey, Ella, how'd you survive
growing up with four brothers?"

But the big "G"
question right off the top...

Did not see that coming.

- Okay, sorry, it's inappropriate.
- Oh, no, no, no. I actually

really like talking about
it. It's my faith.

It's kind of a big part of my life.

So, uh, yeah, sure. Uh, hit me.

Okay.

Do you believe that
it all really exists?

What do you mean?

Say, angels.

Or the Devil.

That sort of thing.
That's all a metaphor, right?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Oh, okay. That's pretty...

I just thought there would be more faith

in your faith, I guess.

Oh. No, see, my aunt was a nun, okay?

And she always taught me that
doubt was really important.

Right? I mean, if you don't
question something,

then what's the point of believing it?

Mm-hmm.

I doubt

so that I can believe.

So, then, if you had the chance

to prove it was all real or fake,

would you do it?

I mean, that kind of defeats the point,

don't you think? It's faith...

Roses.

What? What do roses have
to do with faith?

No, nothing to do with faith.

And everything to do with the case.

Um, okay, so I-I found
nitrogen, right, on the rods

in the victim's head,
and-and it got me thinking.

It could be almost
anything. And then I found

the capital "K."

- Capital "K"?
- Potassium? Periodic table?

Why don't you just skip to the end?

And... rose fertilizer.

Which also has nitrogen.

So the rods were taken from a garden.

Exactly.

Garden tools,

- lawn accessories...
- Like flamingos.

Well, yeah, I mean,
that's oddly specific,

- but, yeah, flamingos...
- Thank you. Thank you.

Mr. Morningstar.

Hello, murderer.

Murderer?

I don't... I don't understand.

Oh, Roberta, can we skip the
boring part where you deny it

and just, uh... Let's get
to the good stuff, shall we?

Does it help if I call you Bobby B.?

What are you talking about?

Oh. Oh, it's very simple.

You stole drugs from the hospital

and sold them to Amy Dodd,

your biggest client, who you met on set.

You introduced Gillian
to Amy, got her the job.

But then she helped Amy get sober.

You felt betrayed, yadda yadda yadda,

you killed her. Then you tried
to frame her new dealer.

Am I getting close?

That's ludicrous.

No. No, what's ludicrous

is that you were like a mother to her,

and you sacrificed her
like she was nothing.

Did she mean so little
to you in the end?

Really? Tell me,

why would you do that? Why?

You need to go now.

Tell me why.

Stay back.

You plunged two rods into her skull

to make her look like the
Devil. But, you know what,

she's not the Devil... I am.

Oh, ho, ho, ho! There we go!

I love a game of poker. Go on, I'll give

you a freebie, just
to make it interesting.

How is this possi...?

All right. Okay. Can we just...

have a-a time-out, please?

Is this a supernatural fire poker?

How is this possible?

Mrs. Beliard, it's Detective Decker.

Bloody hell. Of course she's here.

Detective! Detective, you need to leave.

It's gonna be over real soon.

I know someone's in there.
I can wait out here all day.

I took in that girl and I gave her a job

and then she cut me off
from my best customer.

So, yeah, I put three inches
of steel into her brain.

And I actually liked her.

Please.

Please don't...

- please...
- What?

What, you're gonna beg
for your life, huh?

...don't tell anyone...

that I died like this.

Just...

Nearly had her.

Yeah.

I'm never living this down, am I?

Not if I have anything to say about it.

You know, you weren't there
when Ella's forensic report

pointed us at Roberta.

So how'd you put this together?

Well, I was on the
Devil's business, Detective.

Look, even if I told you,

you'd just say I was being crazy.

Hmm. That's funny.

That's what your brother
was just saying about you.

Oh. Amenadiel talked to you, did he?

He did. He explained everything.

Was very impressive.
Filled in all the gaps.

But?

But I don't buy it.

I don't accept that you're crazy,

and I don't accept this "Devil's
business" either.

All right, so what do you believe?

That I need the eggs.

Excuse me?

It's an old joke. Guy walks
into a psychiatrist's office,

he goes, "Doc, you got to help me.

My brother's crazy. He
thinks he's a chicken."

And the doc goes, "Well, why don't

you turn him in?" The guy goes,

"You know, I would,
but I need the eggs."

That's not very funny.

Yeah.

Look,

I don't know what your deal is,

but you make me a better detective.

And you've always got my back.

What more could I ask for?

And you need the eggs.

Damn right I do.

Lucifer.

We don't have an appointment.

No.

No, we don't. I, uh...

I just wanted to drop by and say...

thank you.

And why's that?

Because you were right.

I've been blaming everybody else

for the situation I'm in.
And the fact of the matter

is that...

I chose to do nothing

when my mother was cast out.

To never ask her why
she did what she did.

So that's on me.

That's good, Lucifer.

No.

No, it's not.

Why do you say that?

Well, I've assumed
a lot about my mother,

including the fact
that she wants revenge

for what I did to her.

- And now she doesn't?
- Well, it doesn't appear so, no.

And why is that a bad thing?

Well, because, Doctor, if she's
not coming to kill me,

then I don't know what she's doing.

And...

...that's truly terrifying.

d There must be some
kind of way out of here d

d Said the joker to the thief d

d There's too much confusion now d

d I can't get no relief d

d No reason to get excited d

d The thief, he kindly spoke d

d There are many here among us d

d Who feel life's but a joke d

d But you and I,
we've been through that d

d And this is not our fate d

d So let us stop
talkin' falsely now d

d The hour's getting late, hey d

d All along the watchtower d

d Princes kept the view d

d While all the women,
they came and they went d

d Barefoot servants, too d

d Outside in the cold distance d

d A wildcat did growl d

d Two riders were approaching d

d And the wind began to howl... d

Oh. Didn't realize I had an audience.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Lucifer.

Mum.

Help me.