Lucifer (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - They're Back, Aren't They? - full transcript

- Previously on Lucifer...
- So, you are the Devil,

and you've left Hell behind

to take a vacation in Los Angeles.

Well, where else would I go?

I got it. I got it. The name.

The whole Lucifer thing.

And desire's, like, your superpower.

Mm, it's more like a
gift from God, really.

My God. Your dad did that to you?

No, that's where I cut my wings off.

Mum's powers are returning,



and it won't be long before
we can't contain them.

I'm afraid that this ends now.

Bloody hell, it worked!

- Who are you?
- I should never have

got you involved in any
of this from the start.

I just realized something
that I need to do.

Detective,

I'm coming over now

to tell you the truth about me.

Are you blind?

The day I've had, I tell you.

Right. I'd like a ride
to Los Angeles, please.

I... oh.

Dearie me.



At least I'm healing fast.

Do you have any aloe vera?

I ain't going back to L.A.

What...

Hold on, you're not a real
armored truck driver, are you?

Wait.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh, yes, yes.

You're that jewelry thief,

the one who left in
nothing but his manties.

You!

You got me put in jail!

Uh, well, I think that
one's on you, sir.

I wasn't the one with the
gun and the ski mask.

I'm not gonna let you screw
this up for me again.

It's time for you to go.

Well, you are a tenacious one,

I'll give you that.

Respect.

You one crazy-ass bitch.

Now, get out of the truck.

Now.

Look...

I know you don't want
to shoot me, Mr....

What's your name?

- Said out, bitch.
- Mr. Said Out Bitch, tell me,

what is it you really desire?

I just want to get out of here, man.

Right, freedom, of course.

That hasn't changed.

Well, then we might be
able to help each other.

Suspect heading towards us.

Prepare the blockade.

I can't see though.

- Eyes on.
- Easy, easy.

Don't move!

Hello, there.

Hands in the air!

That won't be necessary.

I'm Lucifer Morningstar,

consultant for the LAPD.

I've apprehended this stolen vehicle

and all of its contents.

- You're welcome.
- Hands up!

- Down on the ground!
- Well, I'd really rather not.

I've just got into some clean clothes.

Partner name and badge number!

Oh, for goodness' sake.
Detective Decker.

I'm afraid I don't
know her badge number.

- Detective Decker.
- But I'd say with certainty

she's a 34-B, if that helps.

Hot as hell out here, isn't it?

Well, close, anyway.

- Checks out.
- Well, of course

it does... I'm never wrong
when it comes to cup size.

Okay.

Hold on! What'd you do
with the real thief?

Well, unfortunately,

he got away.

But not to worry.

I don't think he'll be bothering you

for a very, very long time.

Ah. Good.

You're here.

Well, I wasn't sure what
you fancied, so I ordered

a little of everything.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Lucifer, what is all of this?

This is your new wellness regime.

I thought since I was responsible

for your current state, the
least I could do is heal you.

And yes, Benjamin is
part of the package.

He'll be back after dark.

Oh, well, don't worry, he'll be gentle.

Mm.

What? I just want to take care of you.

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes. Out with it.

What's going on?

Talk about insult to injury.

I-I-I didn't know that
they could grow back.

Are wings

like... body hair?

No. Don't be so ridiculous.

This is Dad's latest stunt.

A celestial spanking, if you will.

I suppose that's what I get for
giving Mum her own universe.

Holy crap!

Exactly.

Mm. But it's no biggie.

I cut them off once, and I
can cut them off again.

Now, I'd have Maze do it, but she's off

bounty hunting again, and...

well, I thought, what, with
your medical expertise

- and training...
- Even if I was

that kind of doctor, I'm pretty sure

they're not teaching
wing-ectomies in med school.

No, no, no,

it's quite simple... it's just
snip, snip, and Bob's your uncle.

Well, God's your Father, Lucifer.

And things are never simple with Him.

You don't know why for sure
your wings have returned.

They've returned

because Dad is a control freak.

He's pissed off that
He can't get Mum back,

so He stuck my wings back on.

But I am not His Mr. Potato Head.

And don't worry, I fully plan
to track down Dad's emissary

on Earth, and give him a return message.
But for now...

Emissary? You think God sent
someone to do this to you?

Never mind all that.

Right now I need you to help me.

So come on, chop-chop.

No.

As your therapist, I'm sorry,

but I can't do this.

- Well, as a friend, then.
- Yes, as a friend

who got caught in the cross
fire, I beg you, please,

think this through before
you do something rash.

I...

I almost died because
of your family drama.

Right.

But you can definitely text
me Ben's number, though.

Okay.

Oh, gosh, it's hard enough
just to scratch your own back.

Right, it's okay, it's okay, you
can call off the search party.

I'm unharmed.

'Sup, wimp?

Detective, Detective, I am so sorry.

You must have been so
worried in my absence.

Your absence? I saw you two days ago.

I thought you were just avoiding
meeting the new lieutenant.

New who? Never mind, I don't care.

We've got something much more
important we need to discuss.

Oh, is this about the message you left?

Message? Oh, right.

Uh, well, we will talk about that later,

but right now we need to
figure out who kidnapped me.

Kidnapped you?

Okay, I'll play. Who kidnapped you?

I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

I don't know.

L-L-Look,

I'm fairly certain that
my Father's behind it.

Your father kidnapped you?

Well, no, not Him personally.

God never gets His own
hands dirty, does He?

Uh-huh.

You don't believe me.

Uh-huh. Sorry.

This is just a little
far-fetched, even for you. Right.

- Okay, fine.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll take you to the scene of the crime.

Come on. Come on!

Yes, I'm sure.

It's just... past this shrub.

Well, I don't see anything.

What? I...

Ah! Ha-ha! Footprints.

Those are mine.

Oh. Well...

well, then the wind must have blown

the crime scene bare, Detective,

because I am not lying.

Someone kidnapped me. I
was outside the hospital,

leaving you a message, and
someone stashed me...

So this was about that message.

Look, Lucifer,

if you regret what you said,
if this kidnapping tale

is some elaborate distraction,
you can just stop.

All right? You don't need
to tell me anything.

- I'm no stranger to the drunken dial.
- Yes, I have been known

to avoid the issue at times,
but that is not the case here.

Detective, I swear, this is the
scene of a despicable crime.

What?

I...

I believe you.

Soaked in sweat, parched and starving,

he scraped, clawed his
way towards the light,

but, ironically,

the only thing stronger
than his desperate desire

to live was...

the sun... its relentless heat

literally cooking him, until one last...

breath...

and he's gone.

Tragic. But, now, can we
please get on with it?

Whoever killed this dehydrated sap

is clearly responsible
for my devil-napping.

I mean, the location's
far too coincidental.

Who is he, and what does he

- have to do with me?
- Steve Banales.

Owner and CEO of Angelette Hotel.

Steve Banales. That's strange.

Never heard of him.

You'd think we'd have
some kind of connection.

I suppose we'll get more answers
once we find our assailant.

Hey, Jerry. I think I
found some footprints.

What?

No, those are mine.

Amateurs.

How did we get stuck with
the "B" team, anyway?

Lucifer, this is Lancaster PD.

The crime scene is on the L.A. border,

so they're here helping.

I mean, I think they're
doing a great job.

Geez. These Lancaster guys
are a bunch of tools.

Oh.

Speaking of tools, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, hey, Detective? Detective?

- So, what'd you find?
- Looks like a key chain.

Hey, guys, look at this.

Finally. A clue.

An "A"?

- Right. Off we go, Ms. Lopez.
- Oh, uh,

hold up, bud. I need to do
one more lap of the scene.

Want to make sure we
didn't miss anything.

I mean, not that I
don't trust Lancaster.

I just don't want to
disappoint our new lieutenant.

Oh, my gosh, you guys, did I tell you

that I saw Lieutenant Pierce
speak at a conference last year?

"The Red Tape Beyond the Yellow Tape."

Riveting.

- Sounds it.
- Yeah, you told us.

Yup, you did.

Anyway, big fan.

The guy is a serious rock star.

I can't believe he transferred here.

We are so lucky.

And I hear he's a total
sweetie pants to boot.

I'm Lieutenant Marcus Pierce.

All right, back to it.

Uh, Detective Daniel Espinoza.

Heard a lot about you, Lieutenant,

and I'm really excited to work with you.

I wish I could say the same.

Aren't you that corrupt
cop that got off easy?

Excuse me?

No. Excuse me.

You must be Lucifer.

Morningstar. Pleasure.

There was an investigation last year.

We interviewed... what was it...
92 of your sexual partners?

I think I'll refrain
from physical contact

if you don't mind.

You don't seem reckless.

Narcissistic, hedonistic... that I see.

Well, thank you very much.

Not a compliment. Your file
is as long as my Johnson.

Oh. Quick read then?

- Hardly.
- Well, I, for one,

don't need a file to ascertain

you haven't even had a
snog in ages, have you?

Accurate.

Okay!

Hi. I am Detective Decker.

Lucifer's partner. I know.

Actually, he's mine.

Uh, uh, consultant, to be exact.

- That's what I said.
- But, uh...

Well?

Isn't he amazing?

We just had the best conversation

over the doughnuts I brought for him...

everyone, not just him. I'm not

kissing ass or anything.
Mm-hmm.

Doughnuts for everyone! Doughnuts!

- Right.
- Wow.

- Wow.
- Lucifer.

I've been looking all over for you.

Uh, through here. Go.

So what happened?

It was terrible, Brother.

I was kidnapped.

No, Luci. I meant Mom.

Ah. Well, didn't you get my text?

What? You mean the string
of nonsensical emojis?

Fire, sword, doughnut, spaceman,

clock, dancing lady,
flashlight, thumbs up.

How am I supposed to
know what that means?

I ignited the flaming sword,

used it to cut a hole in space and time,

Mum's light flooded through it,

then it closed up behind her. All good!

Mom's... Mom is gone?

Yes.

Yes. I mean, she says good-bye forever,

she loves you very much,
et cetera, et cetera, but

the good news is...

you get your necklace back.

And we all know how
attached to that you are.

So, back to more current issues.

Me and my kidnapping.

Now, clearly Dad is behind it,

but the question is, who's his emissary,

and how were they able to
render me unconscious?

Either they used some
kind of celestial weapon,

or the detective was nearby.

And if it's the latter, then it has

to be someone who knows
she makes me vulnerable.

Hang on.

The "A" on the key chain is
for Amenadiel, isn't it?

- What?
- Of course.

It's you! Now that God's favorite son's

regained his powers, he's back
to being his little bitch.

Luci, I didn't get my powers back.

Yes, I was able to slow time, but...

uh, that appears to have
been a one-time thing.

But... you have got
your wings back, huh?

No.

Not yet.

Well, isn't that ironic?

You want your wings back and
didn't get them, and...

I...

get whacked over the head and
hauled out to the desert.

That's not ironic.

Well, not ironic ironic.

More... Alanis Morissette ironic.

Anyway, the point is,

I'm sure your full powers
will come back in no time.

You probably just need... a good nap.

Or eat some mangos. I've
heard they work wonders.

- What?
- We got a suspect.

Prints on the key chain.

First, it looked like
it had been wiped down.

Then, I whipped out the color
fluorescent film, and whammo.

- Well done, Miss Lopez...
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, sorry. We haven't
officially met yet.

I'm Ella.

- Amenadiel.
- I mean,

I've seen you around, doing your
handsome broody thing, but...

Anyway, any bro of Lucifer's
is a bro of mine.

Whoa.

Someone works out.

Now I know who carries

- the guns in the family.
- Right, yes.

Enough of that. We have a suspect.
Shall we?

Oh, Brother?

About your problem... Yeah.

I think I might have just the remedy.

I'll text you the info later.

Words this time, please!

Josh Hamid, the victim's
business partner.

The two own this hotel.

Well, this is a mug shot.

Has he got a record?

Yeah. Possession of an exotic animal.

A tiger, I think.

Oh, that's illegal? Too bad.

Yeah, anyhow, looks like

Josh and Steve both
come from family money.

Basically bought this hotel
just to have a place to party.

Imagine, buying your own establishment

just to justify your decadent lifestyle.

It's absurd.

Yeah. Absurd.

Thank you.

Josh Hamid?

Who wants to know?

Detective Decker, LAPD.

I imagine you recognize me.

You got a nice set of cans for a cop.

Right. Whilst I don't disagree,

that is incredibly disrespectful.

Perhaps I should teach you some manners.

Lucifer, I got this.

Got a nice ass, too.

Yeah? Well, I also got these,

and your sorry ass is a suspect
in the Steve Banales murder.

I told you Steve was up to something.

You want to cuff me, honey?

You're gonna have to catch me.

Excuse me.

Oh, you've got a gun.

Scary.

Hey, you tell Steve I am
officially impressed.

You think this is funny?!

Lucifer!

Well, maybe it's a bit funny.

So, Josh...

Why did you kidnap me?!

I swear, I've never seen you

before you tried to kill me today!

Really, Joshy.

Excuse us.

What?

- What are you doing?
- Consulting.

Then consult less.

So you say you don't recognize Lucifer,

but you do admit to knowing
Steve Banales, correct?

Then did you do this to him?

This is a joke, right?

We found this at the crime scene

with your fingerprints all over it.

I didn't kill Steve, man! I would never!

That's the key I gave
to the fake kidnappers.

- Fake?
- Yeah.

They get paid to abduct people.

I hired them for Steve.

- It's our thing.
- What?

- To torture each other?
- No! To pull pranks.

The more money we made,
the crazier the prank.

The fake kidnapping was retaliation

for the tiger Steve...
put in my backyard.

What's the name of the company?

Snatched.

Super under the radar.

I-I got the deluxe package.

Ah. Well, they delivered.

They were supposed to
nab Steve for 48 hours,

tie him up in a warehouse,

stick him in the desert,
and then drop him back

at the hotel. When he didn't show,

I just assumed he was...
busy planning payback.

It's why I thought you
weren't real cops.

I mean, a guy named Lucifer and
the chick from Hot Tub Hotel?

- High School.
- Hot Tub High School.

She wasn't in the sequel.

I'm sorry. Anyway, can you blame me?

Look, here's the thing, Joshy.

I can assure you we are quite real,

and by the looks of it,
so are your kidnappers,

so tell us what you know
about this Snatched.

All right, Luci, I got your text.

What's this magical remedy of yours?

Hi. I'm Remedy.

I'm here to rub you.

Uh, give you a massage.

Oh.

Well, why not?

Lovely. Um, please remove your clothing

and get under the towel.

We're gonna need a bigger towel.

I know where they are.

I'll be right back.

Oh, man. I searched the IP address,

like, a zillion times
and it keeps pinging

to some random Russian server.

Surely there's some other way
to track these miscreants.

Something we missed at
the crime scene perhaps?

I wish. All we found
there was that key chain

and our second victim.

- Wait. Second victim?
- Leo.

Once a vibrant rock squirrel.

Now... roadkill.

Judging from his time of death,

about 16 hours before Steve
died of dehydration.

It's pretty likely the kidnappers

are the ones who ran him over. Mmhmm.

Poor guy never even saw it coming.

So, did you lift any tire treads?

Sure did.

Leo was squashed by a
Ryuk Road Crusher tire.

Commercial grade.

Only 850,000 sets produced.

- In the world?
- Nope.

- In L.A.
- Oh, for goodness' sakes.

You know, there still is one angle

that we haven't quite explored yet.

And that is your connection to the case.

Oh, and I wasn't sure you
thought there was one.

Well, I'm still not sure
I do, but we're stuck,

so do you think your kidnapping
was intended as a prank?

Or to actually hurt you, like Steve?

Definitely the latter.

My Father is not a jokester.

Right.

Right. So, say your father

did hire these fake kidnappers...

- He did.
- to...

- Hmm.
- Any idea why?

Of course. He's angry that I
gave Mum her own universe.

I mean, nothing pisses God off
more than exercising free will.

- I am trying to believe you here.
- Something horrid

happened to me and I woke up in
the desert with my bloody...

wi...

What?

Okay, Detective. I
understand your confusion.

And, although I've told you
the truth from the beginning,

you're a woman of logic and reason.

And... that-that is why I
left you that message.

You require proof.

And I suppose now is as good a
time as any to give it to you.

So perhaps you should sit.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, right.

Yeah. Maybe I should... leave.

You know, uh, third wheel.

Watch out.

Okay.

Lucifer, just show me
what you need to show me.

You know, I don't need
anything to drink.

Well, I do.

I have tried to be honest with you,

but if I'm being honest with myself,

and I have held the real
truth back from you,

and you, of all people, deserve
to know that, Detective.

Which is why I want to show you.

Lucifer, whatever it is

that you want to show me

or that you want to tell me, it's okay.

I'm here for you.

Okay.

Then, once and for all,

I'd like to show you who I really am.

Okay.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, my God. What? Are you gassy?

Why is it not working?

Why isn't what working?

What? I don't understand.

I do.

You know, I keep caring,

and you... you just...

Just...

No, Detective! I...

I...

really am the Devil.

Well, that sucks.

Dead ends piss me off.

Which is why I don't believe in them.

Now, these kidnappers might be
fake but they're not invisible.

There has to be a way to find them.

You're right.

If Muhammad won't come to the mountain,

the mountain must go to Muhammad.

I have no idea what that means, Decker.

Well, someone needs to get kidnapped.

Now, there's an idea.

That I was just suggesting.

No one likes a credit hog, Decker.

Now, who would be the bait?

Well, I'd like to volunteer.

Uh, it's not a good idea.

If these are the same
guys that abducted,

allegedly, Lucifer, they're
gonna recognize him.

Right. We need somebody
who's a lot less, well...

everything.

Esperanza.

Es-Espinoza.

And, sure, that makes, uh, makes sense.

I have the most experience in the field,

so if something goes wrong, then...

You're expendable.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Now go get kidnapped, Esperanza.

Hey, excuse me, I was
wondering if I could get a...

We're closed.

We ran out of meat.

All right, Daniel.

You're not allergic to gerbils, are you?

Just making some last-minute adjustments

to the questionnaire.

Hilarious.

Hey, Lucifer, did you set
up the pickup point?

Yes. Tour bus pickup.

Olvera Street.

Exactly one half hour from now.

All right, good.

Hey. You know the team

will intervene before
anyone gets hurt, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Look, if you're upset about
what the lieutenant said,

you're not alone.

He's not a fan of mine, either.

And I still can't believe he
called me "Lucifer's partner."

You are my partner!

You know, the truth is, I
am feeling expendable.

- Why?
- It's not because Pierce said it.

It's because of Charlotte.

Oh.

Yeah, after everything that
happened at the beach,

she's acting like she
doesn't even know me.

I'm not an idiot, I know
she was using me at first,

but... but then it seemed
like she actually cared.

Well, um... Whatever.

I'll get over it.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Yes, I'm sorry, too, Daniel,

that I can't hear you. Could
you speak up, please?

T minus 20, people.

Take your mark, Espinoza.

Right, I'll check in with
McMillian at the lookout point.

Okay.

Uh, Daniel.

- Listen, uh...
- Come on.

Oh, right. Undercover, yes.

Listen, I know you were
talking about Charlotte.

And as douchey as you may be,
and I know you can't help it,

her current behavior has
nothing to do with you, okay?

And as much as I
appreciate the pep talk,

Lucifer, it was kinda you that got me

in the whole Charlotte
mess in the first place.

So maybe you should just

take care of your side of the
street for a change, all right?

Good talk.

My side of the street.

That's a good idea.

Leo?

Oh.

Hey. I'm sorry to bother you,

but do you have any idea
where my brother went?

He's ignoring my phone calls.

Oh, bud, no, no, no. He's
totally not ignoring you.

He's just in the middle
of this sting operation.

Oh.

Can I help?

That's very nice of you, but no.

It's personal.

You a believer?

Well, then, whatever it
is you're going through,

I'm sure it's all part of His plan.

I mean, even the most

pathetic, sad sack, powerless
of creatures serve a purpose.

Like Leo here.

A van may have cracked his nuts
in the middle of the desert,

but he's still valuable evidence.

That's the thing. You never know

when your rock-bottom
pain and humiliation

can end up helping others.

I mean, God works in mysterious ways.

So you just got to believe that
when He crushes your nuts,

He does it for a reason.

Has this, um,

Leo provided you with
a break in your case?

Not yet.

But you got to have faith, right?

Right. Right.

The kidnappers are seven minutes late.

Yeah, well, we didn't give them a
lot of prep time; don't worry.

I'm worried.

Where are they?

They'll be here.

Come on.

Come on, be here. Be here.

Oh, lovely. Right on time.

Hello. Right. How do we do...

Oh, careful. I bruise like a peach.

Easy.

_

Seriously?

Ah, there you are.

I have to say, the leaky
pipe is a nice touch.

Very Blood Simple.

Coen Brothers movie?

No?

Oh.

Well,

hello, kidnappers.

Finally, I have you
right where I want you.

Let's see, so many questions,

how did you abduct me the first time?

Hmm? How did you render me unconscious?

Ow. What are you doing?

Stop it, that tickles.

We used this last week, right?

Yeah.

Did you forget to charge it?

No. I didn't forget to charge it.

Dude.

- Not cool.
- I just don't get it.

I don't know. I hate to interrupt.

Where were we?

Remind me not to leave Lucifer
in the front seat unattended.

And remind me to kick his ass

for humiliating me in front of Pierce.

Well, I'll help you if we can find him.

Look...

don't worry, Chloe.

Lucifer can take care of himself.

Found Lucifer's phone...

in some bushes on Alameda Street.

Kidnappers must have tossed it.

What about, uh, traffic cams?

- Maybe we can pull a plate number.
- No.

I checked everything within
a mile radius. Nada.

Must have grabbed him in a blind spot.

Unfortunately,

I think we're dealing with
some pretty crafty bad guys.

I...

can't... breathe!

Please don't crush him.
We've only just begun.

No. Come on, man. Ask us anything!

All right.

My face... how did you do it?

What?! Well, the wings are one thing,

but my Devil face...
how did you take that?

We've never seen you before, man!

Yeah, man.

Never heard of you before today.

I just got a name... Daniel LaDoosh...
a pickup point,

and that you got a thing for gerbils.

I suppose you also deny
abducting Mr. Banales

and leaving him to perish
in the desert, do you?

He's the client from last week, man!

Right, man.

His friend got him the deluxe package.

We did the detail work here,

and then our partner Sam picked him up,

took him to the spider
hole for a few hours,

and dropped him back off at the hotel.

Well, then,

it seems your colleague took a detour.

Where does this Sam live?

Koreatown!

It's a pink building on Leeward.

- Apartment?
- 5B, man! 5B!

Lovely. Thanks for your help.

Hey, man!

Will you let us go, man?

So, prints off the key
chain led to Josh.

Right. Tire treads on the
roadkill led to nothing.

There's got to be
something we're missing.

Maybe Lancaster has something.

We're screwed.

Or not.

Remember the detective
who found the key chain?

He doesn't exist, at least
not at Lancaster PD.

They only sent patrol
units to the scene.

Whoa. You think that was our guy?

Killers often return to
the scene of the crime.

Which means

he wasn't finding evidence.

He was trying to steal it.

Should have known.

Why should you have known?

Lancaster doesn't know
us, we don't know them.

Look, let's just look through
these photos, try and find him

- in the background, okay?
- Yes, and then we can nail his ass

with facial recognition software.

Here he is.

But his back's to us.

You guys... oh, my gosh.

I knew... I knew he didn't die in vain.

- What?
- Who?

Leo. See, look.

There's our suspect,
right, leaving the scene,

walking towards that van.

Ryuk Road Crusher tires.

Commercial grade.

That's the van that ran over Leo.

I mean, this pretty much confirms

- that this guy's our killer.
- Okay.

So maybe we can get an ID.

Let's run the license plate.

Remember me?

It's you.

Yes.

You know me as the Devil you
so rudely turned into an angel

and then dumped in the
middle of the desert,

but I don't know you, so, come on,

introduce yourself.

- I'm Sam.
- Yes, yes,

I know that, but what are you?

And how did my Father
get his hooks into you?

Your father?

Oh, come on, don't be coy.

Let me see.

Unless Dad got jiggy
with some celestial babe

after Mum, then you're not my sibling,

so... demon. Hmm?

Changeling?

I work for an extreme
kidnapping company.

Snatched.

Oh, do you now? Well, do you know what?

It doesn't matter what
you are because...

this should take care of you.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! I... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left you in the desert.

I really am.

And I'm sorry I left that
Steve guy there, too.

I... He was just a routine gig.

I was gonna swap him for you,

but when I went to pull
you out of the van,

you... you had friggin' wings, man!

Well, duh! Wings that you put there

at the behest of my Father!

- Now stop lying!
- I'm not!

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I swear.

And believe me, I didn't want to run,

but you scared the hell out of me.

Right, you listen, Sammy,

I know you're just the messenger,

so why don't you deliver
a message on my behalf?

I define who I am, not Him.

Me!

Oh, bloody hell.

They're back, aren't they?

How?

How are you doing this?

Did my Father give you
some kind of totem?

A talisman?

- What?
- I'm telling you, I don't...

I don't know what's happening.

And I don't know your dad.

Unless, is your, is
your dad the Sinnerman?

Quite the opposite. Who's the Sinnerman?

That's, that's who,

who hired me to kidnap you.

He's, he's, he's a scary dude.

Huge crime boss. I owed him big time.

But because I didn't finish the job,

I'm as good as dead now.

That's why I was running.

And where do I find this Sinnerman?

You don't.

He finds you.

Lucifer?

Get up.

Up.

Come on, get up.

Put your hands behind your back.

- What happened to you?
- I...

I don't know.

Decker, it ain't good.

Lieutenant, look, I-I know
what you're gonna say.

And, even though we caught our guy,

Lucifer was way out of line,
and I-I don't disagree,

but here's what you got to know

about our unorthodox methods...

- Detective, you...
- I am Lucifer's partner,

yes, you're right, but you know what?

He's mine, too.

And, for whatever reason,
we make an effective team.

And will be even more so
when I stop investing

on a, um... personal level.

I am here to solve crimes.

Not to see his... his thing

or whatever, which is...

not something that you need to know.

Right. Look, point is,

you can say what you want, but
I know I'm a good detective

and I have a damn good
solve rate to prove that.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I just came down here

to let you know that your perp
has been released on bail.

Oh.

W-Wait, how is that possible?

Don't know.

Friends in high places, I guess.

But there's got to be something.

I mean, don't-don't you care?

You do what you can, Decker.

You can't save them all.

Oh.

But, um, good luck with Lucifer's...
thing

or whatever.

Oh, hello, Brother.

So, did Remedy cure what ails you?

Did her massage make anything

pop out?

Talking about your wings, of course.

No, mine are still absent.

But yours, on the other hand...

Oh.

Lucifer, I'm not angry with you

that you somehow got your wings back,

or even that you cut them off again,

as foul as that may be.

I'm angry with myself.

Because somehow I made you feel

like you couldn't confide in me.

Well, comparing body parts is
never good for the male ego,

especially between brothers.

But that's just it, Luci.

My ego should never be an issue.

I am an angel.

A soldier of God.

His favorite son.

Oh, that's gonna be a thing, isn't it?

Listen, Father, He...

works in mysterious ways.

I was tested once and I failed.

I'm not gonna fail again.

Because this time, I have faith.

Excellent.

And I suppose this won't bother you.

But you...

you cut them off.

I did, but the pesky things
seem to be a bit more tenacious

this time around.

Well, like I said, I have faith.

I'm sure it's all a part of God's plan.

Yes!

If you mean his plan to
continually manipulate

and control me, then agreed.

Because, by the way,

he didn't just give my wings back,

he took my Devil face as well.

Luci, do you realize what this means?

Perhaps Father is trying
to show you that,

that you've been forgiven.

What if I don't want His forgiveness?

But, Brother, if you can be redeemed,

that means that anyone can.

Now, isn't that divine?

I'm not sure that this is
divinity at work here.

Have you ever heard of
someone named the Sinnerman?

The Sinnerman?

No.

Why?

That's who kidnapped me.

At first, I thought it was a...

an emissary on Earth

working on Dad's behalf, but
then, the more I think about it,

the more I think...

maybe this isn't our Father
who art in Heaven at all.

But something much,

much darker.