Lucifer (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Monster - full transcript

Previously on Lucifer...
Seriously. Tell me,

what do you actually want?
My father was a cop.

He was a great cop. I really
do want to help people.

She starred in Hot
Tub High School.

And two weeks later,
her father died.

DAN: You were right before.

We've been living in
the past for too long.

It's time we get a divorce.

MAZE: I need to figure out

where I fit in in this world.

So, we're still good
to be roomies, right?



LINDA: I need you

to be honest with me

about who you are.

No more lies.

LUCIFER: Very well.

* Wake up, kids

* We've got the
dreamer's disease *

* Age 14

* We got you down
on your knees... *

MAN: Sloths move faster, Petey.

Snails.

The humble tortoise.

You can't rush perfection.

This is true.



Hawaiian bread.

Just the way you like it.

Thanks, Petey.

No, thank you, Officer Decker.

Before I forget...

for you and Grace.

Hot Tub High School?

Opens Friday.

My little monkey's
gonna be a star.

We wouldn't miss it.
Do me a favor.

I hear there's some funny
business about 15 minutes in...

Oh, you mean that scene where...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's not finish that thought.

Just tell her

it was a good movie.

Kids these days.

Yeah, I know.

But, hey... I'm proud of her.

* Don't let go...

You okay, Petey?

Hey, listen...

ROBBER: Hand over the cash.

PETEY: Yes, don't shoot.
Come on.

Here, here, here you go, don't shoot.
Hurry up.

Empty the whole thing.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

* We are not familiar

* This permanent white...

CHLOE: No, Warden,
you listen to me.

This man killed my father.

He cannot be released.

* They're burning them bright

* They're burning them bright... *

(exhales)

LUCIFER: Detective!

I have a bone to pick with you.

Not a good time, Lucifer.
Agreed.

It's a horrible time.

Dr. Linda just
canceled my session.

She won't take my calls.

I think I...

truly scared her off.

Something happened
with your shrink?

Yes...

and it's all your fault.

I mean, you're the one who
suggested I open up to her.

Well, smashing
advice, Detective.

I don't have time
for this right now.

What, do we have a case?

I'm dealing with my own issues.

Oh!

Even better. Let's solve those,

shall we? Lucifer, stop!

I'm sorry, but there is no way

that you can help me right now.

You're just... you're too you.

Oh.

Yes, you're right, Detective.

Being me seems to be a
problem, doesn't it?

Everywhere I go,
someone gets hurt.

Well, clearly, I need
to be Not-Me instead.

Someone... better, more helpful.

More boring.

DAN: Okay...

got you a hot, soy
latte, extra foam.

Thank you.

You okay, Chloe?

Mm-hmm. All good.

Just on my way out.

Something's seriously
bothering her.

Hmm?

Oh, I hadn't noticed.

But you did.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

CHLOE: This isn't right, Warden.

Joe Fields is a convicted
murderer, a cop killer.

You're letting him
off on family leave?

Detective, I understand
how you feel.

Oh, respectfully, there is no
way you understand how I feel.

I'm sorry.

I know it's your father
we're talking about, but...

this wasn't my call.

Fields has been

a model prisoner
for over a decade.

He lobbied the Prisoner's
Rights Board and they said yes.

What's he gonna do
with his leave?

Go destroy another family?

It's for his granddaughter's
christening.

My dad never got to go to his
granddaughter's christening.

Where is the justice in that?

I'm sorry, Detective.

I wish there was
something we could do.

(sighs)

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(phone rings)

Uh... Decker.

LUCIFER: Ah, Detective!

I think I may have found a way

to make myself useful.

What? It's not a
good time, Lucifer.

What if I told you I
wasn't Lucifer anymore?

What?

I've decided to try

and walk a mile in
another man's shoes.

See the world from a
different perspective.

I'm going to learn

how to Douche.

I... may have to
rephrase that one.

But do I have your permission
to follow Daniel and...

Yeah, do whatever.

I got to go.

Hello?

I'll take that as a yes.

DAN: Yeah, I'm just
following up on...

Uh, yeah.

*

Joe Fields.

Come out.

You're not gonna get
away with this.

Joe Fields...

*

I still don't get it, man.

Why the hell are you following
me around all of a sudden?

Because I want to learn

what it's like to
be you, Daniel.

Your approach to life intrigues me.
(laughs dryly)

This from the guy who
punched me in the face?

That was last week.

Anyway, the detective
already agreed to it.

You're the department bottom,
so you have to do as she says.

What's this really about?

(sighs)

Look, people like you.

They find you helpful, like duct
tape or a trusty socket wrench.

I want you to teach
me your secret.

I want you to show
me how to be a tool.

You should stay out of the way.

Follow my lead.

I call all the shots,
you understand?

This feels like something that
you would agree to, so yes.

What do we got?

Three gunshot victims,
shot execution style.

The van driver got
a single bullet

to the neck, guard
got one to the head.

The prisoner got a
double tap to the chest.

Prisoner's name is Joe Fields.

Wait a minute, the Joe Fields?

CHLOE: Yeah. As in...

The guy that killed my father.

They targeted him

while he was vulnerable.
This was a hit, Dan.

ELLA: W-Wait a second.

The guy who killed your
dad was just murdered

and you caught the case?

Yeah.

That is totally messed up.

Mm-hmm.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. LUCIFER: Fine?

You should be ecstatic.

(laughs): Your father's
killer just got

the ultimate punishment.

Who was first on the scene?

It was me.

I made the call.

DAN: You followed him?

Yeah. I know this looks bad.

You stalked your
father's murderer

right before he was killed.

That was a terrible
move, Detective.

It was, right?

What were you planning
to do, Chloe?

Crash the christening?

I don't know, Dan!

I was angry.

The guy killed my father.

He had the nerve

to smile at me. Do
you have any idea

what that feels like?

No.

No, I don't.

But you still shouldn't
have followed him.

No one actually thinks
that you did this,

but you know what it
looks like, right?

Yes, I do.

That's why I'm gonna
step away from the case.

It's a massive
conflict of interest.

Don't worry, Chloe. I'm
gonna stay on this.

Yes, Detective Dan and I

won't rest until we
catch the killer.

I don't think that it's
a good idea for Lucifer

to be part of this case.

I agree.

I mean, the last thing this
case needs is a loose canon.

She needs someone like you.
A reliable,

helpful, boring detective.

Now, the good news is
that's me as well now.

So, the Dans are on the case.

Can't you take anything
seriously, man?

I assure you

I'm taking this very seriously.
Oh, really?

Well, you're doing a great
job of showing that. Guys.

It would mean a lot to me if
you worked together on this.

Hmm.

Of course, Chloe.

Okay, so...

whoa,

this looks heavy.

Like waiting-for-STD-results
heavy.

(whispering): I can
come back later.

Oh, no, it's fine. What is it?

Okay, so, I went through all
the prints from the van.

Okay? And all of them
cleared as prison personnel

except for an ex-con

named Rodney Lam.

And get this...

he served time

with Joe Fields.

We're on it.

We're on it.

Nice.

You working on a new role?

Hmm?

(scoffs)

You're wearing that
to an interview?

What's the job?

Preschool aide.

Do you like little kids?

(chuckles)

I've dealt with filthy,
screaming humans before.

At least these are smaller.

I'm not sure this is you.

BEATRICE: Ms. Perez says we
should choose jobs we love doing.

So, what about you, Maze?

What do you love to do?

I don't know.

Well...

just be yourself.

Thanks, little human.

So good.

Well, the secret ingredient
is the Hawaiian bread.

And then you just cut a hole
in the middle for the egg.

Can we have this for every meal?

You know, this one used
to be my favorite, too.

Grandpa used to bring me
this sandwich every Thursday

after acting class.

Why don't you ever
talk about Grandpa?

Mm...

I guess 'cause I miss him.

Do you think he would've
brought me sandwiches?

Mm-hmm.

I think he would've
loved that, monkey.

(knocking at door)

Come on. It's time
for your homework.

Can I help you?

Chloe Decker?

You're gonna pay for
what you've done.

Okay, take it easy.

My father was a good man.

He didn't deserve
to get gunned down

like an animal.

All he wanted was to
meet my daughter.

You're Tina Fields.

You killed my father.

I didn't... Thought you
were getting revenge,

but you murdered
an innocent man.

Tina, think about your baby.

If you pull that trigger,
you'll never hold her again.

BEATRICE: Mommy? Who's here?

It's nothing, honey.
Stay in your room!

I didn't kill your father.

You have to believe me.

Mommy, is everything okay?

Yeah, honey. Everything's
fine, monkey.

Go back in your room.

Mommy just needs to
help another mommy.

Okay? Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I was just so angry.

I never wanted to believe

my dad killed a cop.

And then today, when
I got the video...

What video?

His lawyers sent this to me.

Said I was to receive it
upon the event of his death.

Ah.

Sorry, not sorry.

I had to stop for
a costume change.

Nice jacket. Thank you.

Oh, man, what the hell?

Are you here to work, or are
you here to play games?

I'll have you know I
take the School of Dan

quite seriously, even
if it does involve

skinny-fit jeans.

Any news on our suspect?

His name is Rodney Lam.

A CI told me that he's
obsessed with this place.

He eats here all the time.

So if he shows up,

let's try to see him
before he sees us.

Oh, I get it now.

So your boring
attire is like camo

for the average Joe.

Blend in, catch the
baddie off guard.

Afterwards they'll forget
you're even there.

That is very clever, Daniel.

This guy has a serious
history of violence.

All right? He might have a gun.

He might take a hostage. Who
knows what he could do?

So he wouldn't, say,
be openly eating

a nacho burrito dog,
sitting on that car?

You watch my six.

Absolutely.

Rodney Lam. LAPD.

No sudden moves.
You're under arrest.

Rodney?

Maybe we blend in so well

he doesn't even see us.

Rodney Lam!

Good call, Rodney.

Nice and easy.

Oh.

I just wanted one last meal.

You want a bite? Aah!

No, thank you, we're not
doing carbs, are we?

(clears throat)

Baby...

it's Daddy.

If, uh, you're watching this,

that means I'm dead.

Now, I know it sucks.

I don't know if you'll
get this tomorrow

or, uh, 30 years from now,

but I want you to
know the truth.

I didn't kill that cop.

I'm sorry for...

missing all your birthdays
and graduation...

Your life.

But Daddy wants you
to know, baby...

I love you.

See? He's innocent.

Tina, I can tell your dad
loves you very much,

but... this video
doesn't prove anything.

His lawyers had this
tape for 16 years.

He made them promise to
give it to me when he died.

That has to mean something.

16 years.

He recorded this the day
my father was killed.

(camera beeps)

CHLOE: Three minutes
before he died.

What part of town is this?

It's our old
apartment in Venice.

My father was killed across
the city in Koreatown.

CHLOE: There's no way your
father could have recorded this

and gotten to the
crime scene in time.

So it's true. He didn't do it.

Which means whoever
did kill my father

got away with this and
is still out there.

(breathes deeply, exhales)

RODNEY: I did it.

I killed Joe Fields.

He disrespected me in the yard.

So when I heard
that he was getting

some sort of temporary leave,

I knew that it was my chance
to make things right.

Well, there you have it.

Looks like our
douching paid off.

The detective will be pleased.

And, you know, you
make it look so easy.

Where did you say you
stopped that van again?

Spring and College.

We found it at Hill.

That's what I meant.

Then you went and you emptied the
clip into the driver, right?

Hell yeah.

The driver died from a
single shot to the neck.

Dan One, why are you spoiling
a perfectly good confession?

You're lying, Rodney.

You don't know the facts
because you didn't do it.

Oh, I see what you did there.

Gosh, that's why you're Dan One.

Why are you confessing to a
crime you didn't commit?

Where are you going?

Well, just slow your
roll for a second.

I think, for the sake
of the detective,

I'm gonna take a time-out

from my Dansformation.

(inhales, exhales dramatically)

(chuckling): Oh, God.

Rodney, what do you
want out of life, hmm?

To be a good provider and
take care of my family.

So you confess to a crime
you didn't commit.

That's quite counterintuitive.

Unless you got paid to do it.

You've been locked up
for most of your life.

That's all you know.

Now you're free, you've
got mouths to feed,

No way to earn.

Out here I'm no one, guys.

And if we don't arrest you,

you don't get any money.

But if he really wants
back in the slammer,

then false confession's a
criminal offense, correct?

Definitely an obstruction
of justice. Mm.

Could get you a few years.

LUCIFER: We could get you
a narcoleptic lawyer

and a merciless judge.

Who knows? With
your prior history,

they might throw
the book at you.

Hmm?

All right.

Here's how it went down.

I put word out that
I needed money,

I was desperate.

And some people came
to me with an offer.

(banging on door)

Linda, you there?

I need a character reference.

Linda?

(doorknob rattles)

(footfalls departing)

(gasps)

Wha...?

Can you teleport?

(laughs) What? No.

You left your window open.

Hey, are you okay?

Wait.

You know, don't you?

He showed you.

I saw his face.

Well, you're taking it
really well, actually.

Linda, you're not
afraid of me, are you?

Of course I am.

You're a demon.

He told me.

I thought it was a
sexual metaphor.

Well, you're not wrong there.

But you really are one.

Aren't you?

Yeah... I am.

Is that really so bad?

Please go.

(door creaks)

LUCIFER: Ah, Detective...

CHLOE: Joe Fields
didn't kill my father.

DAN: Wait, what?
He's a fall guy.

He made a false
confession in exchange

for regular payments
to his daughter.

All these years she
didn't touch the money.

She probably thought
it was stolen.

I have the account number
that made the transfers.

Well, we just met a chap
who did the same thing.

What?

Rodney got paid to make
a false confession.

Money was transferred
into his wife's account

right after we arrested him.

This is the same account
that paid Rodney Lam's wife.

CHLOE: That's no coincidence.

So whoever killed Joe
Fields killed my father...

and is still out there.

Hey, don't blame yourself.

You were just a kid back then.

Yeah, well, I'm not anymore.

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

COP: Hey, rookie!

You're late!

I thought I was early.

Your FTO's been looking
all over for you.

What, you want to get
written up your first day?

No, I-I honestly thought...

Knock it off, McMillan.

Get back to work.

You gotta watch
out for this guy.

He gave me hell on
my first day, too.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Dan Espinoza.

Chloe Decker. Nice to meet you.

Can I help you with those?

Sure.

Come on, I'll show you around.

The most important place, first,

is the kitchen.

We got bagels over
here if you want them.

Interrogation's that way...

and the lab is thataway.

Are you John Decker's daughter?

I-I'm so sorry.

He's kind of a
legend around here.

It was a little before my time,

but he sounded like a great guy.

The best.

Um... bagel?

(blowing faux fanfare)

Never fear, Luci-Dan is here.

Or is it Douche-ifer?

Actually, it's got more of
a ring to it, hasn't it?

Why are you two
dressed the same?

Don't ask.

The bank account traces back

to a bathhouse on Pico.

It's a dummy front for a
Russian syndicate in L.A.

So the real killer
is somehow connected

to the Russian mob?

We have a suspect.

His name is Boris Sokolov.
Owns the bathhouse.

Connects criminals but
keeps his own hands clean.

No one has ever been
able to get to him. Yet.

Detective Dan and I
won't rest until we get

to the bottom of
this, I promise you.

(sighs)

(American accent): Wow. Look who
bought a ticket to the gun show!

Divorce becomes you, Detective.

I do not sound like that.

Of course we do.

We sound like two
totally normal dudes.

Will you cut it with
the "we" stuff?

I need you to stop playing
around and take this seriously.

You got it, partner.

This is gonna be epic.

Lucifer, I'm not kidding.
(sighs)

(regular accent): Very well.

So, what's the plan?

Well, you are exactly
the kind of person

that Boris would deal with, so
I need you to approach him,

and try make a deal with him.
All right.

Tell him I need a fall guy for
a murder I'm gonna commit?

Exactly. Hmm.

But like I said before,

he spooks really easily.
So, don't go...

Boris!

Like that.

Hello there.

Uh, I'd like to talk with you,

if I may.

I don't know you.

You don't.

So, let's fix that, shall we?

The name's Dan.

*

Deputy Warden's here for you.
Oh.

Joe Fields' personal effects.

We usually turn those
over to the next of kin

within 72 hours, but, uh...

I thought it might
help you, Detective.

Thank you.

This is great. Thank you.

Well, if there's anything
else I can do to help,

please, let me know.

(quietly): Thanks.

I know.

Joe Fields isn't my case.

I'll just... I'll
leave it for Dan.

Well, I mean,

nothing is stopping me from

helping out with the
Joe Fields case,

While you tackle
your dad's, right?

I mean, if it's the
same killer...

divide and conquer.

You don't have to do that.

I kind of already started.

Uh, right over here. Thanks.

Last six months of
your dad's paperwork.

You know, incident reports,
booking slips, arrest records.

I mean, half of it's on
microfiche and, like, papyrus,

but I don't know, I thought
it would help, you know,

to figure out what your dad was
working on when he was killed.

See?

I knew you were a hugger.

So. What do you got so far?

It was a clever cover-up.

But what kind of robber
would be so well connected?

You know?

They gave Joe Fields
everything he needed

to pose as my father's killer.

I mean, he confessed.

And he had the gun that
was used in the shooting.

Ballistics confirmed that
it was the murder weapon.

Well, yeah. No wonder
it was case closed.

Yeah. I-I... These
prints are un-I.D.'d

from the scene,

but they could be the killer's.

And did they ping
anyone in the database?

No. Dead end.

All right.

Maybe I can dig a little deeper.

So, tell me.

Why would I help you two?

Because we're just
two regular fellows

who need your help, Boris.

I don't believe you.

Mr. Sokolov...

People call me
human lie detector

because I look in
my clients' eyes,

and I can know if they're
telling the truth.

Well, I respect that, Boris.

I have a trick myself, that's
quite similar, actually.

And you're right.

We haven't told you
the whole truth.

So, here goes.

I want someone dead.

Who?

Lucifer Morningstar.

And what has this person
done to deserve death?

Well, he hurts people.

And not just his enemies,

those close to him, as well.

In fact, I think he
hurts them most of all.

He's right.

The guy's violent, he's
a total loose cannon.

Yes. Believe me,
when I say, Boris,

that the world would be a
better place without him.

You both have true
hatred for this man.

Apparently so.

Do we have a deal?

(sniffs)

(grunts)

Go and take care of
this Lucifer person.

I'll find you your patsy.

Lovely.

I hear you won't talk.

Okay.

We have hard evidence
linking your bank account

to two different murders.

What do you have
to say about that?

I heard you're a
human lie detector,

is that true?

(clears throat)

One of those murders
was my father.

It's why I'm not on the case

and it's why I'm not supposed to
be in this room talking to you.

But I'm not a cop
right now, Boris.

I'm a daughter.

(inhales) And I'm not
gonna let this go.

So, you point me in the
right direction...

or I swear to God, I'm gonna
make your life a living hell.

I believe you.

His name was John Decker.

I admit to nothing

but I did once hear

about a John Decker.

And as I recall,

he was sniffing somewhere
he didn't belong.

What do you mean? My
father was a beat cop

at a robbery gone wrong.

Hey, man.

I just want to say
nice work earlier.

Was it? Yeah.

We got Boris.

And I don't know how you
lied to him like that.

Well, it's simple. I didn't lie.

Well... (sighs)

Well, then you have some
serious issues, bro.

Obviously. I mean,

why do you think I'm
doing all this Dan-ing?

(chuckles) Yet,

you know, I'm still no closer

to figuring out your secret.

Because I don't have a secret.

Well, you must.

One that explains how
you're able to be so...

you know, frustratingly you.

You see, man... Hmm?

I try to compliment you, and...

(quietly): Hey.

I think my father's
death was a hit.

I-It sounds like he stumbled
onto something huge,

and-and someone took
him out for it.

Chloe, do you want me
to help you with this?

No. I-I... I got it on this end.
But thank you.

Well. (chuckles)

Where to now, Twinsy? Hmm?

*

Wow. (sighs)

What's the job this time?

Topless maids.

But apparently, I still
have to do some cleaning.

(scoffs)

Screw that.

You okay? No. I just...

I can't find the right job.

My only friend stopped
talking to me.

"Only"?

(soft laughter)

What's all of this?

My dad's stuff from storage.
After he died,

the department boxed up his
desk and sent it to us.

You find anything?

Not yet.

One of the cases he assisted on
got him killed, and I have to

figure out which
one it is, but...

It's funny, he always
talked about how he didn't

want to be a detective,

how it was too much work, and yet...
here he was

doing all this detective work.

Guess the apple doesn't
fall far from the tree.

Hmm.

I tried a bunch of stuff, but...

after my dad died,
this just felt right.

Yeah, but like...

how do you know
what feels right?

Mm...

You just know.

*

* You missed by a whisker

* You won't find me

* Slippin' through
your fingers *

* So easily

* 'Cause I'm the one
you can't forget *

* The one that's stuck
inside your head *

No secret, indeed.

So, what's behind door
number one, Daniel?

* Catch me if you can.

(Dan imitating engine revving)

(revving continues)

LUCIFER: Oh, no, no. Not this.

(imitates brake sound)

Better a snuff movie,

a human centipede,

clown porn, but not improv!

Hey, thanks for
picking me up, man.

What's your name?

(English accent): Lucifer...
Morningstar.

MAN: Wait, I'm hitchhiking
with the Devil?

(audience laughter)
Oh, yes indeed.

MAN: I didn't expect the Devil
to be driving around L.A.

Oh, yes, I live here, actually.

I do whatever I want.

Oh, like what?

Drink, mostly. And
insult people.

You ponce.

(laughter)

DAN: You got a girlfriend?

Yes. Lovely.

Can I borrow her?
But she's the love

of my life. Perfect.

(audience whoops)

Let's make it a threesome.
(laughter)

That is not me!

MAN 2: Relax, you'll
get your turn.

MAN 3: What's your problem, huh?

MAN 2: You gotta sign up, pal.

MAN: Good scene, man.
You crushed it.

DAN: You too, pal.

Detective Douche!

How dare you subject me to this

pathetic caricature?

You have the nerve
to stand there

and accuse me of
making fun of you,

after everything you've done
in the last couple days.

Hell, ever since we first met.

Detective Douche, I... Dan!

My name is Dan.

Or Detective Espinoza.

Right.

Dan.

I only did it

because you're
everything that I'm not.

Boring,

helpful.

Your life is simple.

(scoffs) Oh. My life? Yes.

Come on, man. You're rich.
You're handsome.

You drive fancy cars,
you date hot girls.

You have no kids, you
have no responsibilities.

How much more simple
can life get?

Afraid you don't know
the whole story.

Well, fine. Tell me.

(chuckles softly)

You see, that's just it, Dan.

The last person I
opened up to, I hurt.

A lot.

Let alone how I've hurt
my own flesh and blood.

*

(exhales, scoffs)

(sighs)

It's all I seem
to be able to do.

Welcome to the club.

You think Chloe divorced me
because I'm a perfect guy?

I did a lot of things that I'm not...
proud of, man.

And I'm just trying
to work through them.

What, through mime?

What do you do, stuff
your feelings in a box

and throw away the key?

It's not mime.

It's improv.

And I started the class
after the divorce

because I needed a distraction.

Perspective.

A way to step out of
my own skin for a bit.

I don't know, I...

I'm not a spontaneous guy.

I don't live in the
moment like you do.

So, you were trying to
learn how not to Douche.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I guess that's
one way to put it.

(both laughing)

Don't tell Chloe.

All right?

(chuckles)

Oh.

(knocks on door)

Oh, it's you.

Hello, Detective.

I got your message.
(door closes)

Oh, hi.

Feeling back to your old self?

I suppose.

So I doubt I'll be of much help.

Ooh.

On second thoughts,
it looks like

I came at just the right time.

I've have nothing to say to you.

Thanks to you, I lost my friend.

Friend? What friend?

The doctor.

I was just working
through some stuff.

I didn't think that showing...
See, that's the problem.

I wish for just one second
you would think about

someone other than yourself.

And there we have it, ladies.

My wake of destruction.

Anyone else you
need harmed, hmm?

Okay, Lucifer?

Enough.

I'm close to something,

I can feel it.

Help.

Fine.

Actually, there is something

that's been bugging
me, Detective.

Do you mind if I play
the me's advocate

for just a second? Go ahead.

Well, there's one part of this
puzzle that just doesn't fit.

Joe Fields.

Wha... why doesn't he fit?

Well, you said that
he smiled at you

when he was released.

Yeah, I forgot about that.

So, why would an
innocent man smile

at the daughter of a man he
took the fall for killing?

He wouldn't.

What are you looking for?

The prints that Ella found
on Fields' transport van.

But those only gave
us Rodney Lam.

But there were other prints.

But they cleared as
prison personnel.

Like Deputy Warden Perry Smith.

These are his prints.

What, you think the
warden did it?

Well, deputy wardens

are desk jockeys, bureaucrats.

So his prints shouldn't
have been there.

Yes. What if Fields
wasn't smiling at me?

What if he was smiling at
the person next to me?

The warden?

So you think that Joe
Fields and the warden

had some kind of deal? Yes.

What, Fields serves 16
years as a fall guy

and then suddenly has
a change of heart?

Well, he had a grandkid.

Maybe he got sick of the deal,

told the warden he wanted out?

And the warden said yes,

but only as a ploy
to kill Fields.

Right.

(typing on keyboard)

Deputy Warden Perry Smith

worked in the prison
system for 20 years.

Started as a guard.

He's our guy.

Let's go.

Right, well, wouldn't
Dan be more helpful?

What?

If I'm gonna take this guy down,

I need my partner

and that's you.

Lucifer Morningstar.

(soft chuckle)

Right.

Good-bye!

I guess I'll just clean up.

I'm dressed for it, apparently.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

It looks like the
cavalry's arrived.

Dan, what's happening?

I'm so sorry, Chloe.

The warden gave us the slip.

What?

LUCIFER: Are you
okay, Detective?

This whole time, my father's
killer's been out there.

And today I let him get away.

So, no, I feel like a failure.

What... you are
nothing of the sort.

Detective,

for the first time in 16 years,

you know who the real killer is.

It seems to me that justice
is in your sights.

You're right.

I put out a BOLO.

FBI and DHS are
looking at airports,

border crossings. Well, I've
still no idea what that means,

but it sounds good.

It means I'm gonna get
the son of a bitch.

Right. Well...

in the meantime, since your
offspring's with Dan...

What? I'm simply suggesting

that you open a bottle
of wine, or three,

for yourself, and just have a nice...
(muffled grunting)

(man groans loudly) Shut up!

(coughing)

LUCIFER (laughing): Well...

Bravo, Maze.

How did you get...

I was bored.

Had nothing to do.

So, I tracked down
the scumbag myself.

It just... felt right.

It's gonna feel good
to call this in.

LUCIFER: What? No,
hold on, Detective.

You have a choice to make here.

Yes.

So much punishment.

Mm. Order off-menu for once.

Maze and I certainly
won't judge.

You took my father away.

(crying): You tore
apart my family.

(tape rips, groans)

(chuckles)

I tried to get him to drop it.

But he wouldn't take the hint.

That's all you have to say?

After everything you've done?

No, no, no. No, no, no.
I-I'm sorry.

I'll give you all the
players in my operation.

I'll give you money.

(shuddered breathing)

Oh.

We'll see how you do in
the prison that you ran.

I'll bet your inmates
will treat you real nice.

No. No, please, please.

I can get you whatever you want.

All I want is for you to know
that John Decker's kid got you.

(knocks on door)

MAZE (through door): Linda.

I know you're in there.

I have something to show you.

My first check.

I got paid.

As a bounty hunter!

LAPD paid me this finder's fee

to track down some
human scumbag.

Hunting humans is a job.

Who knew?

First thing I wanted to do was
to celebrate with my friend.

That's you, Linda.

Okay.

I just...

wanted you to know.

(door unlocks)

Maze, how can we be friends?

You're a...

you're a demon.

Lucifer's the Devil.

How am I supposed
to get over that?

He's still the same old Lucifer.

You're still Dr. Linda Martin.

And I'm still Maze.

What's changed?

Come on.

Let Mazikeen Smith
buy you a drink.

(chuckles)

Maybe I'll devour your
soul or something.

* Quiet as that secret

* You keep

* Still in your heart
as you sleep *

Here you go, monkey. Mmm.

Yummy. Lucif...

Mmm. Why should the
child go first?

I'm far larger.

And hungrier.

It's okay, Mommy.

He must've really wanted it.

(Lucifer scoffs, Chloe giggles)

Is she always so...

her?

Baby, it's time to get dressed.

(yells)

What are you doing?

(scoffs)

Bye, Lucifer! Yes.

(exhales): Yes.

I don't care much for my dad.

But... you clearly...
care about yours.

Which is why you followed in
his footsteps, I suppose.

Hmm.

(sighs)

So, w-what I'm
trying to say is...

I think he would
be proud of you.

Oh. My apologies, Detective.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

No, no, it's...

Wh... Then why are you...
crying?

(sighs)

Just... Oh, just shut up.

What...

* High as the heavenly sea

* Low lays the devil in me.