Lucifer (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - O, Ye Of Little Faith, Father - full transcript
Forgive me, Father...
for not offering you a drink.
I have an aversion to the cloth.
Daddy issues.
Long story.
I understand, and I do apologize
for the intrusion, Mr. Morningstar.
Please allow me to explain myself.
Excellent course of action.
You see, I'm not a normal priest.
Was there ever such a thing?
I mean I'm not a normal priest
in the sense
that I don't have my own congregation.
I am a...
I'm an investigator.
For the Vatican.
Vatican investigator?
Sounds like a soon-to-be-canceled
TV show.
I assure you, it's a very real job.
I've spent the last 40 years traveling
the globe in pursuit of the demonic.
I know the divine is real.
And I also know that evil walks the earth.
And that you, Mr. Morningstar...
Oh, brother, here we go.
Are not it.
Not quite what I was expecting.
So if I'm not the devil,
then why are you here?
And what does any of this
have to do with the Detective?
Because Miss Decker believes that you are.
I see.
About a month ago, she came to Rome
with a most outlandish tale.
The devil himself
is hiding in plain sight,
masquerading as a nightclub owner
in Los Angeles,
and that he'd revealed himself to her.
Well...
this is wonderful news.
Wonderful? How so?
Well, as my therapist would say...
I know, so LA...
But she'd say
that talking about your issues
was the first step in dealing with them,
so if the Detective did have issues
with me...
sounds like they've been dealt with.
Now, if that's everything, Father,
you can be on your merry way.
I just felt that it was my duty
to warn you.
Because the reason that she came to Rome
was to, well...
send the devil back to hell.
The Detective would never do that.
Chloe is a good person with a good heart.
Finally, something we can agree on.
But whatever she went through,
whatever drove her to Rome...
it shook her to her very core.
She's the reason that I'm here.
You need to be careful, Mr. Morningstar.
God knows what she has planned for you.
What are you so cheery about, Decker?
What?
- I'm not cheery.
- Wait, why aren't you cheery?
I've been nursing a bad one all day.
Ha! What? Too much Romulan ale?
Too much tequila.
I went a little nutso
on all the margeritas yesterday.
Yesterday, Sunday...
Did you swap out the sacramental wine?
I skipped church yesterday.
And the week before, you said.
Listen, Ella,
I sort of wanted to check in with you,
- to see...
- You know, it's just...
me and the big guy
are on a bit of a break.
I completely... understand.
I mean, more than you'll ever know.
In fact...
recently...
I got clarity on a very similar issue.
And...
I think it's why I've been feeling
so positive lately.
Enough!
Stop calling me!
Jeez.
Hang on.
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Well, are you going to answer that?
Absolutely not.
Dan, it could be important.
Be my guest.
Okay.
Dan's phone.
What the hell is that?
I'll show you what that was.
Yeah.
That's my phone number.
Lucifer's been posting these
all over the precinct.
It's not funny, Chloe.
I swear he only exists to...
torture me.
Look, I know you and Lucifer
have had your issues lately,
but maybe this is his way of...
Know what? I'm sick and tired
of everybody making excuses for him.
I wish you could just see
a little bit of what I see, Chloe.
He's...
he's a bad guy.
He's...
he's trying to be better.
He... in his own way.
Whatever.
Brother.
You look like I feel.
No, I'm pretty sure that my issues
are much bigger than yours. Trust me.
I think we all know
nothing is bigger than mine.
- The strangest thing just happened...
- Linda's pregnant.
We'll call it a tie.
Are you sure it's yours?
Lucy, Linda's not like that.
You of all people should know.
Relax, brother, I just meant...
a celestial impregnating a human...
How is it even possible?
And, if it is,
how has this not already happened to you?
True.
Mm.
Maybe there's another explanation.
You think Linda's an angel in disguise,
don't you?
I've been wondering the same thing.
Maybe she's not even human.
Or, maybe, when you lost your wings,
you became as mortal as it gets.
Maybe you became more human
than you realized.
Oh.
Probably makes more sense.
I bet you regret coming back now,
eh, brother?
Absolutely not.
Quite the opposite in fact.
Oh, come on, you don't have to sell me.
You can join the Navy for all I care.
Lucy, I am happy to be here.
Don't you see? I'm going to be a father.
Well, if you're so happy, then
what are you doing hiding out in my bar?
Because I have absolutely no idea
what to do.
I mean...
where do I even begin?
Wrong tree, I'm afraid.
But you are here on Earth,
so, if it's any consolation,
you couldn't do worse than our father.
- How do you know that?
- Because ours was literally never there.
- Hey, where've you been?
- What do you mean?
Well, I sent you that text
about rescheduling our date.
Oh, yes, right.
Definitely, no, I'd like that.
Okay, great. Good.
Is everything okay?
Yes, just feeling a little parched
and my flask has apparently disappeared.
You know, I've been thinking.
Maybe it's best
if you don't drink so much.
You know, at least while we're working.
Ah.
I see what this is about.
- You do?
- Yes.
And you needn't worry, Detective.
Unbelievable as it may seem, being
the actual devil does have its downsides.
I can't get drunk on normal,
human amounts of alcohol.
I only drink because I like the taste.
Well, I'm... but people don't know that.
What do I care what other people think?
I'm just saying showing people
that you can change is...
Ah, here it is!
Wrong pocket.
Shall we?
Hey, Ella. Are you feeling better today?
Well, better than this poor girl.
Susan Ochoa, 29. A bona fide
rocket scientist at Brody Aerospace.
Neighbor saw the door open,
body on the floor, called it in.
- I'm assuming that's the murder weapon.
- Yep.
A good old knife in the back.
Bit on the nose.
So no forced entry...
two glasses,
someone brought flowers.
She knew her attacker.
It's always the ones you least suspect,
the ones you trust the most,
that hurt you.
They wait until your guard is down
and then wham!
In my case, it was tequila.
Riveting.
Any witnesses?
None, but the victim's friend
might know more.
Oscar.
Do you know anyone who would have wanted
to hurt Susan, Mr. Rivas?
No. Everybody liked Susan.
Who did she trust the most?
To be honest, I don't know much
about Susan's life here.
I just came from El Salvador. She was
supposed to pick me up from the airport.
When she didn't show, I came here and...
I saw all of this.
- And how do you know her?
- We were in a gang.
Los Xs.
A gang member turned rocket scientist.
Gosh, and I thought I had range.
When I left the life,
I wanted to pay it forward.
So I helped people like Susan
get out and get clean.
She was a drug addict?
Don't judge her. A lot of us were.
Oh, I'm not judging. I love drugs.
In fact, do you think she might have any
lying around?
Do you know if Susan
still had any connection to Los Xs?
No, she made a clean break.
She moved here, went to school,
made an amazing life for herself.
Promise me you will punish
the son of a bitch that did this.
Oh...
with pleasure.
Okay. Thank you, Mr. Rivas.
We'll be in touch if we need anything.
You take him. Let's get in touch with
next of kin and head back to the precinct.
I meant what I said earlier.
What do you mean?
That I don't care
what people think about me.
So if you want to talk to anyone about,
you know, me being the devil...
That is if you haven't already, then,
just know that it is totally fine with me.
Okay. I don't think that's necessary.
Right.
So you haven't told anyone about me?
No.
No, not a soul.
She's a monster.
Demanding, complains all the time.
It's like nothing is ever good enough.
And how old is Brooklyn now?
Three. You know, sometimes I catch her
looking at me like she knows she's won.
It can't be all bad.
- Can it?
- Don't you get it?
She's a sociopath.
Children are all sociopaths.
Time's up.
Apologies, I've more pressing matters
to discuss with the doctor.
I'm in the middle of my session here.
Well, the doctor is with child.
She needs her rest.
How dare you burden her
with your petty concerns, now?
Run along. Come on, shoo!
Shoo.
So...
I hear congratulations are in order.
Some people claim
to find the life-long burden fulfilling.
I'd rather not talk about the pregnancy
at work, if you don't mind.
Lips sealed. So, about me...
What do you do
when someone has betrayed you?
Normally I'd go straight to punishment,
fire, brimstone,
public humiliation via YouTube.
But in this case,
the subject happens to be none other...
than the Detective.
Wait, Chloe?
What did she do?
I caught her in a lie.
A most heinous transgression.
Oh, and she may be plotting
to send me back to hell.
Okay, that's a very serious accusation.
- How do you know this?
- A complete stranger told me.
Have you talked to Chloe about this?
Well, she's lied once.
What's to stop her from lying again?
I just need you to tell me
how to deal with her.
Cautiously, Lucifer.
There may be a very reasonable explanation
for Chloe's behavior.
Like a spouse who suspects
their partner's been cheating,
an accusation of betrayal
is a bell that can't be un-rung.
Translation, doctor?
Feel her out a bit.
Susan survived Los Xs and then made it
as an engineer at Brody Aerospace.
I think I've got myself a new hero.
I find it pretty pathetic.
That's a little dark, don't you think?
I mean, it's great
that a former criminal got clean
and figured out her life, but for what?
Dan, it's about the journey,
not the destination.
She did all that work...
turned her life around, just to get shot
and killed for no reason at all.
You mean stabbed.
Yeah, yeah. I didn't...
I know what you meant.
I really miss Charlotte too.
And, hey, if you ever...
need to talk, seriously,
or you just need a hug or...
- Sometimes, there's comfort...
- No, no, don't, don't.
Don't start, Ella, with the whole
"it's all part of his grand plan,
mysterious ways" crap right now, okay,
I just...
I wasn't going to say any of that.
I... Honestly...
I'm not sure
if that's what I believe anymore.
Right. Could have fooled me.
Fair enough.
Look, I'm sorry, Ella, I didn't...
No, no, you're right.
Practice what you preach.
And right now...
I'm not sure what I'm preaching.
What's in the file?
Ah... flowers found at the crime scene.
Bismarck hyacinths.
Rare, only found in five flower markets,
one of which sold the bouquet
the night of the murder.
Do we know who bought them?
Well, receipts track to the credit card
of tech genius-cum-billionaire,
owner of Brody Aerospace, Anders Brody.
Susan Ochoa's boss.
- Erm, I'll tell Chloe.
- Okay.
A bit self-aggrandizing, don't you think?
Maybe he's compensating for something.
Cue relentless onslaught
of small penis jokes in three, two, one...
- You know, because he's compensating.
- For his guilt, I mean.
Well, I thought...
okay, well, never mind.
So you think that he's hosting charity
regattas because he's feeling guilty?
Yes.
For doing bad things, like betraying
a beloved and totally innocent coworker.
You know,
maybe you and Anders are similar.
Rich, famous.
At the very least, notorious.
No, no, you're supposed to be Brody
in this metaphor.
Have you ever considered donating
any of your vast fortune to charity?
I've put many a nubile law student
through college, thank you very much,
several of which were named Charity, so...
Ah, hard to believe
a guy so dedicated to saving the world
would murder his own employee.
Well, sometimes betrayal
come from the ones we expect the least,
doesn't it, Detective?
You!
Anders Brody.
You killed her, didn't you?
Killed? Who?
Susan Ochoa.
You went round to her place
and murdered her in cold blood.
Are you out of your mind? Who are you?
LAPD. We're here investigating the murder
of your employee Susan Ochoa.
Look...
I don't even know who that is, so...
- I certainly didn't kill her.
- What happened?
You go over to her place,
try and put the moves on her?
She wasn't into it, you couldn't take it
and killed her?
I don't know her.
We know about the flowers.
They tracked back to you.
Don't think so!
Lucifer, what are you doing?
Susan invited you into her home...
...her life, and you betrayed her.
Do something! He's going to kill me!
Lucifer, there may be a less violent way
of getting him to talk.
Okay. Alright, alright, alright.
I betrayed Susan.
But it's not what you think.
Please.
Fine.
Thank you for your honesty.
I like honesty.
Now, if you wouldn't mind sharing with us
a sympathetic and logical explanation
for your betrayal.
Not another word without my lawyers.
Is it true that human spawn
erupt from their mothers' bodies
in a ceremony of blood and pain?
What? No.
In hell...
torture via birth was a favorite.
If half of what we did is accurate...
your sex holes are never going back
to normal.
Okay, Maze, erm...
That's enough, thank you.
And the birth is many, many...
many months from now.
Yeah, but I have questions, Linda.
Things I don't want to know,
things I need to know.
And there will be plenty of time
to have all of your questions answered
by someone else.
But it's just too soon
to be dealing with all of... this.
And, besides, I have a client
that should be arriving any minute.
Whatever. You're lying.
This is your lunch hour,
where you eat your lunch and...
ogle hot guys on Tinder.
Of course, pretty soon,
you'll be using this hour
attached to one of those milking devices.
Oh-wah, oh-wah...
We used to use those too.
In fact, we hooked this guy up to it once.
It was...
Okay, goodbye, Maze.
Okay.
That must have been such a relief
for him to come clean.
Who knows? Maybe next time we try to
get him to confess in a less violent way.
Where's the fun in that?
At the very least, next time maybe we...
try and get him to confess
more specifically.
"I betrayed her,"
can mean a lot of things.
You're right. You're right.
Maybe we should brainstorm
a list of betrayals. You start, Detective.
Oh.
Hey, Ella. What's up?
Anders Brody didn't kill Susan Ochoa.
What? How do you know that?
Because, while Brody's been in custody,
the real killer just struck again.
Victim's name is David Ramirez.
27, apprentice mechanic,
lived in the back of the shop.
- Is this what I think it is?
- Yep.
Tattoos that were removed
and their designs look like...
Los X's gang tats.
Apparently Ramirez grew up
in foster homes,
he got mixed up with the wrong crowd,
got arrested a bunch of times,
but, four years ago,
he goes to night school,
gets his mechanic certification
and he's been clean ever since.
Damn it.
- What's wrong?
- He's just...
Just trying to clean up his life,
you know, like...
Susan Ochoa.
Okay, let's focus on the things
we can control,
like stopping the killer
from striking again.
We know that all the victims were linked
by their former gang,
so maybe it's someone from their past.
But what's the motive?
Retribution maybe.
Well, then let's talk to the former crew,
see if anyone knows anything.
Los Xs aren't dumb corner boys anymore.
They're a major drug operation.
Which means they have lawyers,
and without air-tight warrants
or full SWAT backup...
they'll stonewall us.
You're absolutely right,
so I'll call a judge,
get a warrant.
That might take a couple of days.
But... Dan, I know what this is about,
okay?
There's nothing we can do
until we get a warrant.
Okay.
Has anyone seen Lucifer?
I'll take it from here.
- No, don't touch me!
- I'll take it from here.
Relax, your neck is fine.
It's your guilt I want to get a grip on.
You said you betrayed Susan, so if you
didn't kill her, what did you do?
Look, I think it's best
if you just speak with my...
You went to Susan's that evening
for a reason, so tell me.
What did you desire?
I wanted...
Mm?
I wanted...
forgiveness.
Forgiveness? Why?
One day I came upon Susan
as she was talking
to some at-risk youth group
about her past,
her struggles with addiction.
I had no idea and I panicked.
Imagine the PR crisis.
Head of Safety Protocols, a drug addict.
So I demoted her,
took her off the NASA project.
You punished her for her former life.
But then I went through her file
and I found that Susan
was a model employee
and she'd passed every single drug test,
including the one last week.
- It wasn't right, what I did to her.
- So you went over to apologize.
But when I got there, it was too late.
She was dead.
I was wrong.
Oh.
Never said that before.
It feels good, man.
It feels real good.
I'm sure it does.
Anyway...
you're free to go.
Thanks.
Were you just hugging Anders Brody?
Whatever it takes to get answers,
Detective.
Huh!
That's very evolved of you.
Mm.
Well, we're still waiting on warrants
and we can't do anything on the case
until tomorrow,
so our night's free.
Go on.
Well, I thought
that maybe we could meet up later.
And, er...
You know, not exactly a date, but...
maybe something better.
Well, it sounds like you have something
very particular in mind.
See you next week.
Amenadiel.
What are you doing here?
I brought you some things.
Stuff that could help you out
during this time.
That's so nice of you,
but I don't need anything.
Linda, listen, I want to be here for you,
alright?
So I figured that this would be
a good way for us to start.
Now...
let's do this.
This one's good, because this Dr. Spock...
he seems to know the most about babies.
This one shows the baby
that all animals poop.
I'm not really sure
why the baby would need to know that.
This one is good...
because it tells you what to do
when a baby is crying.
Although maybe you don't need this one.
I overheard at least three people
crying in here today
- and you handled it like a pro...
- It's too soon.
Honestly.
It's very kind of you and I appreciate
the gesture, I really do...
but I...
I told you you were the father
because you deserved to know.
Not to pressure you into helping out.
The truth is
I'm used to doing things on my own.
I don't see why raising a baby
should be any different.
I just wanted to help.
You don't need to worry about me.
And you, I...
I would love to talk, but,
unfortunately, I have a ton of paperwork
to do before my next client, so...
Right.
I'll get out of your way.
I like that one.
Really? Not the one I would have chosen,
but you are the closest person to a baby
I know.
Okay, so at what age did your parents
teach you to hunt?
What's going on? Maze, you know
she's not allowed to play with knives.
Relax, Dan,
these knives aren't for Trixie.
They're for a baby.
Okay, new rule.
No more knife play of any kind
with my kid. You got it?
- Fine.
- Trixie, it's time to go.
Grab your stuff.
So who pissed in your Cheerios?
You're even grumpier than usual.
It's the case, okay? I feel powerless.
Any second now,
another person could get killed
and we're just...
we're sitting on our asses.
- Why?
- Because we've got to wait for a judge
to give us a stupid warrant.
Says who?
Mr. Morningstar,
thank you for reaching out.
Are you okay?
Did Detective Decker...
Did she do something?
No.
And she never will.
I'm just here to tell you
that you're wrong about the Detective.
If she's planning anything,
it's an apology.
I certainly hope that that's the case.
Oh, ye of little faith, Father.
Have you noticed her carrying a vial?
A what?
A vial. It's a...
An ornate thing.
It's about the size of a plum.
I got word from a colleague of mine
in Rome that she'd met with a priest
who was hell-bent
on banishing the devil from Earth.
And you all get paid to do this?
I'm genuinely asking.
Supposedly, this priest has uncovered
a ceremony that would, and bear with me...
trap the devil in hell for all eternity.
He shared the details of this ceremony
with Chloe.
A ceremony to banish the devil to hell?
That is priceless. Ha-ha!
No, seriously,
you all need to take End of Days
out of the Vatican movie night rotation.
Definitely not one of Arnold's best.
I know.
I know it sounds crazy.
But Chloe was very distressed
last time I saw her.
Apparently, the ceremony involves
giving the subject a sacramental liquid...
that would sedate the devil.
Ooh, let me guess.
It's inside the plum vial.
So I'm told.
And if it would sedate the devil,
I fear that it involves some poison.
Something that would kill a normal man.
You're incorrigible, aren't you?
Do you honestly think
that I would travel thousands of miles,
tell you these outlandish tales,
if I didn't take them seriously?
I hope beyond hope that I am wrong.
But if there is any chance
that Chloe could try something,
you need to be careful.
Well, consider me warned.
You may absolve yourself of any further
responsibility in this matter.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I have plans.
Is that the man?
Not a man, Your Excellency.
The prophecy is real.
And now that the trap is set...
everything will come together soon.
I hope this so-called surprise of yours
doesn't involve me taking off my shoes.
I should warn you
that what I have planned...
might be painful for you, but...
I think, ultimately,
you'll see it's a good thing.
Painful?
Detective,
what on Earth are you talking about?
It's just up ahead.
What is?
Just... forgive me.
Detective...
where are you taking me?
Howdy.
What's up, fellas?
Do you have any idea where you are?
Yes, I do.
Los Xs headquarters.
So-called brain trust
of your transnational drug operation.
Come on, guys, relax.
That's not why I'm here, okay?
Susan Ochoa and David Ramirez
were murdered.
And I know you guys are involved somehow.
So I need to talk to the guy or the girl
who's in charge.
And be quick about it.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
Okay, you know what,
maybe I didn't make myself clear.
Which one of you losers is in charge?
Okay. Alright.
I guess I'm just going to have
to press the issue, right?
Come on!
You see now, that wasn't so hard, was it?
What's up? Can you please tell me
everything you know about the murders?
What if I don't?
Well, then there's going to be a problem.
Ah, you're a crazy pig, aren't you?
Respeto.
But the only problem we got...
is figuring out
what we're going to do with your body.
Ssss! Matalo!
What? What?
Cut it a little close there,
don't you think?
My timing is perfect.
Let's go.
What are we doing in a soup kitchen?
Volunteering.
You should try it. It could be fun.
Watching people trip and fall is fun.
This...
not fun.
Lucifer, I just thought it would be nice
for us to do something good for a change.
Oh, for a change. And just what exactly
is it you'd like me to change?
Oh, Lucifer, that's not what I meant.
Listen, okay, if you'd like to leave,
we can leave.
You have been acting very strange,
Detective.
Wanting me to drink less,
be nicer to suspects, be more...
...more philanthropic.
Oh, that's not true.
The only thing that's true
is that you've been lying to me.
No, I haven't.
Show me your purse.
My purse?
- Why?
- Show it to me.
Okay.
Fine.
Detective, what's this?
Nothing.
Oh, right. Well, if it's nothing,
you won't mind me drinking it, will you?
- No, don't drink it. It's perfume.
- I've had worse.
No, don't!
I know you've been meeting
with Father Kinley.
I know all about it.
- It's not what you think.
- Isn't it?
No, it's not. It's...
Dan, can I call you back?
I'm right in the middle of something.
I know who the killer is.
What?
And he's about to skip town.
Hey, Dan.
Okay, his name is Oscar
and I just sent you a picture.
It's Susan Ochoa's drug counselor.
We talked to him at the scene.
Well, the head of Los Xs
says that he's the killer.
The head of Los Xs?
How?
We caught a break, okay?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is that Rivas
was a gang counselor for both victims.
So you're saying they trusted him,
made their dark sides vulnerable
and then he just stabbed them in the back.
Yeah, pretty much.
Why?
That's the million-dollar question.
Lucifer!
Lucifer, wait!
Wait!
Let me in!
You!
How could you just murder them?
I did what needed to be done.
They trusted you!
They shared their darkest truths
and you just betray them?
And I would happily do it again.
Oh, ho ho! This is going to be fun.
I showed those losers the real me.
Careful, or I'll show you the real me.
Oh, yes. Do it!
I thought they could change.
But they couldn't.
Dave was stealing again.
Susan was back on drugs.
They were trash.
So I killed them.
What are you going to do?
I'll show you.
Show me what you've got.
Come on, Lucifer.
Show us who you really are.
Do you want me to punish you?
- Why?
- Hands in the air.
I failed.
May God forgive me.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, man.
When you kneed that dude
and he fell down and I just came in there,
wham, elbow to the face, amazing.
It just felt so good, you know.
Just to let loose,
not have to follow the rules for a change.
And you are amazing...
for helping me out like that.
Come on, any time
you want to beat someone up.
Any time, you call me.
In fact, I'm going to kick your ass
if you don't.
Oh, man, this is going to sound crazy.
But I can't wait to do it again.
Oh! Old Dan is back.
I am so in.
The straight and narrow Dan,
total buzzkill.
Screw that Dan.
It was getting me nowhere.
Trust me, darker Dan...
will get you real far.
Well, that does it.
I'll never be able to eat beef kebabs
ever again.
Did you find anything?
Yeah, same thing. Bloody clothes,
another knife, same as the others.
And who owns the house?
I don't know,
I'll see if we have that yet. Man...
this dude must have been really
scared of something to go out like that.
Mm. Or someone.
Are you okay?
Something else was happening here.
Something strange.
He knew about my true face.
He wanted me to show it to him.
- Why?
- I don't know.
But I could have sworn
that he said, "Show us your face."
Us?
But there was no-one else here.
Unless it's a two-way mirror.
Erm, that was evidence.
This is a secure crime scene.
Never mind.
You're never going to believe
who owns the house.
The Catholic Church.
Your friend Father Kinley
must have been watching.
I think Kinley arranged all of this
to get to you.
He wanted to show someone who...
or what...
you really are.
I know that we have a lot to talk about
and I have a lot to explain
and I know a lot of this is my fault,
but you need to trust me right now.
Oh! Really?
- I think you're in real danger.
- Enlighten me, Detective.
Just who exactly am I in danger from?
What in God's name was that?
It was a setback, that's all.
That man killed two people,
then himself, and you knew?
No, wait. You orchestrated it.
Extreme measures were taken.
It would have been worth it
if Lucifer had shown his true face.
Can you even hear yourself?
The Church needs to see that
Lucifer Morningstar is the actual devil.
It should have worked.
Chloe told me that he likes to make
every case about himself
and I set it up perfectly
for him to want to punish Rivas.
How could he not reveal himself?
Because he's better
than you give him credit for.
Detective Decker.
Well, she knows the truth. Tell him.
I do know the truth, Father.
You worked at the same parish
in El Salvador as Oscar Rivas.
It's quite the coincidence.
Oscar was a good man, a true believer,
willing to do what was necessary.
To take what action was needed
to battle evil.
You had Rivas kill two innocent people
to battle evil?
He willingly sacrificed himself
to force Lucifer to reveal his true form,
to show the Church finally the truth.
This is all your own private crusade,
isn't it, Father?
The Vatican doesn't know about this,
do they?
Because they don't believe.
But, together,
you and I can convince them.
Together, we can save them.
And so many others.
You're under arrest, Father.
For conspiracy to commit murder.
Dear, dear girl...
Oscar is dead
and I have done nothing wrong myself.
You have no proof.
It's your word against mine.
There is always evidence.
I will find it and I won't stop
until there's enough to put you away.
That won't be necessary.
I'll testify. Anything you need.
I'm sorry, but you're sick, Will.
Mrs. Smith.
I'm looking for Mrs. Smith.
Amenadiel.
What are you doing here?
Linda, you don't have to do this alone.
I want to be here for this baby and, most
importantly, I want to be here for you.
Erm...
Yeah.
Oh.
Will you marry me?
No.
No.
No. Amenadiel...
Amenadiel, come here.
See...
Amenadiel...
What you're doing is amazing
and heroic and I should be so lucky...
to end up with someone
half as special as you are.
But what you're doing here, it's...
It's for the wrong reasons.
And it's...
It's not what I...
It's not what I need right now.
And what do you need?
I think I just need someone
to hold my hand
and tell me everything's going to be okay.
I promise you, Linda...
everything is going to be okay.
Hi.
I arrested Father Kinley,
so you don't have to worry about him
coming after you anymore.
I don't care
that he was trying to hurt me.
I care that you were.
Lucifer, you have to understand that...
after I saw you...
saw your face...
I had to get away...
to process things...
you know?
And somehow I ended up in Rome.
Kinley found me...
and obviously
I shouldn't have confided in him, but...
you know, at the time...
it felt like he understood
what I was going through.
- He said you found him.
- He's lying.
There's a lot of that going around.
Well, yes...
I...
I did lie to you...
and for a moment, I was helping him
try to send you back to hell.
How could you do that to me? To me?
Because I'm terrified!
You are the...
actual devil.
I mean...
every story of good and bad
from throughout history, throughout time,
says that you are the embodiment of evil.
And how am I, Chloe Decker, a nobody...
supposed to deal with that?
But...
But then...
Then I came back.
And...
And I saw you.
I really saw you.
And I remembered how you made me feel.
And I realized, Lucifer,
you're not that guy.
No.
What if I am that guy?
You don't have to be. You could change.
But what if I can't?
Could you accept me like this?
I... oh...
You have no idea how much I want to.
I do. I'm...
I'm trying.
But could you?
I don't know.
Then I have my answer.
Your Excellency.
Did you change your mind?
Are you here to get me out?
I am here to take your confession.
I have nothing to confess.
William, you are responsible
for the deaths of three people. For what?
I'm trying to save lives.
To stop the prophecy.
When the devil walks the earth and finds
his first love, evil shall be released.
Enough with this damned prophecy
you're obsessed with.
The devil is walking the earth.
His Holiness has issued an order.
You've been excommunicated.
I...
may have failed, temporarily,
to prove that Lucifer is the devil,
but at least I have pushed him
and Chloe Decker apart.
Maybe that will be enough
to stop the prophecy.
Even if Lucifer Morningstar was the devil
and the prophecy was true...
what makes you so sure
Chloe Decker is even his first love?
I'll be praying for you, William.
Of course she is.
Who else could it be?
So many options.
I'll have...
an appletini.
for not offering you a drink.
I have an aversion to the cloth.
Daddy issues.
Long story.
I understand, and I do apologize
for the intrusion, Mr. Morningstar.
Please allow me to explain myself.
Excellent course of action.
You see, I'm not a normal priest.
Was there ever such a thing?
I mean I'm not a normal priest
in the sense
that I don't have my own congregation.
I am a...
I'm an investigator.
For the Vatican.
Vatican investigator?
Sounds like a soon-to-be-canceled
TV show.
I assure you, it's a very real job.
I've spent the last 40 years traveling
the globe in pursuit of the demonic.
I know the divine is real.
And I also know that evil walks the earth.
And that you, Mr. Morningstar...
Oh, brother, here we go.
Are not it.
Not quite what I was expecting.
So if I'm not the devil,
then why are you here?
And what does any of this
have to do with the Detective?
Because Miss Decker believes that you are.
I see.
About a month ago, she came to Rome
with a most outlandish tale.
The devil himself
is hiding in plain sight,
masquerading as a nightclub owner
in Los Angeles,
and that he'd revealed himself to her.
Well...
this is wonderful news.
Wonderful? How so?
Well, as my therapist would say...
I know, so LA...
But she'd say
that talking about your issues
was the first step in dealing with them,
so if the Detective did have issues
with me...
sounds like they've been dealt with.
Now, if that's everything, Father,
you can be on your merry way.
I just felt that it was my duty
to warn you.
Because the reason that she came to Rome
was to, well...
send the devil back to hell.
The Detective would never do that.
Chloe is a good person with a good heart.
Finally, something we can agree on.
But whatever she went through,
whatever drove her to Rome...
it shook her to her very core.
She's the reason that I'm here.
You need to be careful, Mr. Morningstar.
God knows what she has planned for you.
What are you so cheery about, Decker?
What?
- I'm not cheery.
- Wait, why aren't you cheery?
I've been nursing a bad one all day.
Ha! What? Too much Romulan ale?
Too much tequila.
I went a little nutso
on all the margeritas yesterday.
Yesterday, Sunday...
Did you swap out the sacramental wine?
I skipped church yesterday.
And the week before, you said.
Listen, Ella,
I sort of wanted to check in with you,
- to see...
- You know, it's just...
me and the big guy
are on a bit of a break.
I completely... understand.
I mean, more than you'll ever know.
In fact...
recently...
I got clarity on a very similar issue.
And...
I think it's why I've been feeling
so positive lately.
Enough!
Stop calling me!
Jeez.
Hang on.
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Well, are you going to answer that?
Absolutely not.
Dan, it could be important.
Be my guest.
Okay.
Dan's phone.
What the hell is that?
I'll show you what that was.
Yeah.
That's my phone number.
Lucifer's been posting these
all over the precinct.
It's not funny, Chloe.
I swear he only exists to...
torture me.
Look, I know you and Lucifer
have had your issues lately,
but maybe this is his way of...
Know what? I'm sick and tired
of everybody making excuses for him.
I wish you could just see
a little bit of what I see, Chloe.
He's...
he's a bad guy.
He's...
he's trying to be better.
He... in his own way.
Whatever.
Brother.
You look like I feel.
No, I'm pretty sure that my issues
are much bigger than yours. Trust me.
I think we all know
nothing is bigger than mine.
- The strangest thing just happened...
- Linda's pregnant.
We'll call it a tie.
Are you sure it's yours?
Lucy, Linda's not like that.
You of all people should know.
Relax, brother, I just meant...
a celestial impregnating a human...
How is it even possible?
And, if it is,
how has this not already happened to you?
True.
Mm.
Maybe there's another explanation.
You think Linda's an angel in disguise,
don't you?
I've been wondering the same thing.
Maybe she's not even human.
Or, maybe, when you lost your wings,
you became as mortal as it gets.
Maybe you became more human
than you realized.
Oh.
Probably makes more sense.
I bet you regret coming back now,
eh, brother?
Absolutely not.
Quite the opposite in fact.
Oh, come on, you don't have to sell me.
You can join the Navy for all I care.
Lucy, I am happy to be here.
Don't you see? I'm going to be a father.
Well, if you're so happy, then
what are you doing hiding out in my bar?
Because I have absolutely no idea
what to do.
I mean...
where do I even begin?
Wrong tree, I'm afraid.
But you are here on Earth,
so, if it's any consolation,
you couldn't do worse than our father.
- How do you know that?
- Because ours was literally never there.
- Hey, where've you been?
- What do you mean?
Well, I sent you that text
about rescheduling our date.
Oh, yes, right.
Definitely, no, I'd like that.
Okay, great. Good.
Is everything okay?
Yes, just feeling a little parched
and my flask has apparently disappeared.
You know, I've been thinking.
Maybe it's best
if you don't drink so much.
You know, at least while we're working.
Ah.
I see what this is about.
- You do?
- Yes.
And you needn't worry, Detective.
Unbelievable as it may seem, being
the actual devil does have its downsides.
I can't get drunk on normal,
human amounts of alcohol.
I only drink because I like the taste.
Well, I'm... but people don't know that.
What do I care what other people think?
I'm just saying showing people
that you can change is...
Ah, here it is!
Wrong pocket.
Shall we?
Hey, Ella. Are you feeling better today?
Well, better than this poor girl.
Susan Ochoa, 29. A bona fide
rocket scientist at Brody Aerospace.
Neighbor saw the door open,
body on the floor, called it in.
- I'm assuming that's the murder weapon.
- Yep.
A good old knife in the back.
Bit on the nose.
So no forced entry...
two glasses,
someone brought flowers.
She knew her attacker.
It's always the ones you least suspect,
the ones you trust the most,
that hurt you.
They wait until your guard is down
and then wham!
In my case, it was tequila.
Riveting.
Any witnesses?
None, but the victim's friend
might know more.
Oscar.
Do you know anyone who would have wanted
to hurt Susan, Mr. Rivas?
No. Everybody liked Susan.
Who did she trust the most?
To be honest, I don't know much
about Susan's life here.
I just came from El Salvador. She was
supposed to pick me up from the airport.
When she didn't show, I came here and...
I saw all of this.
- And how do you know her?
- We were in a gang.
Los Xs.
A gang member turned rocket scientist.
Gosh, and I thought I had range.
When I left the life,
I wanted to pay it forward.
So I helped people like Susan
get out and get clean.
She was a drug addict?
Don't judge her. A lot of us were.
Oh, I'm not judging. I love drugs.
In fact, do you think she might have any
lying around?
Do you know if Susan
still had any connection to Los Xs?
No, she made a clean break.
She moved here, went to school,
made an amazing life for herself.
Promise me you will punish
the son of a bitch that did this.
Oh...
with pleasure.
Okay. Thank you, Mr. Rivas.
We'll be in touch if we need anything.
You take him. Let's get in touch with
next of kin and head back to the precinct.
I meant what I said earlier.
What do you mean?
That I don't care
what people think about me.
So if you want to talk to anyone about,
you know, me being the devil...
That is if you haven't already, then,
just know that it is totally fine with me.
Okay. I don't think that's necessary.
Right.
So you haven't told anyone about me?
No.
No, not a soul.
She's a monster.
Demanding, complains all the time.
It's like nothing is ever good enough.
And how old is Brooklyn now?
Three. You know, sometimes I catch her
looking at me like she knows she's won.
It can't be all bad.
- Can it?
- Don't you get it?
She's a sociopath.
Children are all sociopaths.
Time's up.
Apologies, I've more pressing matters
to discuss with the doctor.
I'm in the middle of my session here.
Well, the doctor is with child.
She needs her rest.
How dare you burden her
with your petty concerns, now?
Run along. Come on, shoo!
Shoo.
So...
I hear congratulations are in order.
Some people claim
to find the life-long burden fulfilling.
I'd rather not talk about the pregnancy
at work, if you don't mind.
Lips sealed. So, about me...
What do you do
when someone has betrayed you?
Normally I'd go straight to punishment,
fire, brimstone,
public humiliation via YouTube.
But in this case,
the subject happens to be none other...
than the Detective.
Wait, Chloe?
What did she do?
I caught her in a lie.
A most heinous transgression.
Oh, and she may be plotting
to send me back to hell.
Okay, that's a very serious accusation.
- How do you know this?
- A complete stranger told me.
Have you talked to Chloe about this?
Well, she's lied once.
What's to stop her from lying again?
I just need you to tell me
how to deal with her.
Cautiously, Lucifer.
There may be a very reasonable explanation
for Chloe's behavior.
Like a spouse who suspects
their partner's been cheating,
an accusation of betrayal
is a bell that can't be un-rung.
Translation, doctor?
Feel her out a bit.
Susan survived Los Xs and then made it
as an engineer at Brody Aerospace.
I think I've got myself a new hero.
I find it pretty pathetic.
That's a little dark, don't you think?
I mean, it's great
that a former criminal got clean
and figured out her life, but for what?
Dan, it's about the journey,
not the destination.
She did all that work...
turned her life around, just to get shot
and killed for no reason at all.
You mean stabbed.
Yeah, yeah. I didn't...
I know what you meant.
I really miss Charlotte too.
And, hey, if you ever...
need to talk, seriously,
or you just need a hug or...
- Sometimes, there's comfort...
- No, no, don't, don't.
Don't start, Ella, with the whole
"it's all part of his grand plan,
mysterious ways" crap right now, okay,
I just...
I wasn't going to say any of that.
I... Honestly...
I'm not sure
if that's what I believe anymore.
Right. Could have fooled me.
Fair enough.
Look, I'm sorry, Ella, I didn't...
No, no, you're right.
Practice what you preach.
And right now...
I'm not sure what I'm preaching.
What's in the file?
Ah... flowers found at the crime scene.
Bismarck hyacinths.
Rare, only found in five flower markets,
one of which sold the bouquet
the night of the murder.
Do we know who bought them?
Well, receipts track to the credit card
of tech genius-cum-billionaire,
owner of Brody Aerospace, Anders Brody.
Susan Ochoa's boss.
- Erm, I'll tell Chloe.
- Okay.
A bit self-aggrandizing, don't you think?
Maybe he's compensating for something.
Cue relentless onslaught
of small penis jokes in three, two, one...
- You know, because he's compensating.
- For his guilt, I mean.
Well, I thought...
okay, well, never mind.
So you think that he's hosting charity
regattas because he's feeling guilty?
Yes.
For doing bad things, like betraying
a beloved and totally innocent coworker.
You know,
maybe you and Anders are similar.
Rich, famous.
At the very least, notorious.
No, no, you're supposed to be Brody
in this metaphor.
Have you ever considered donating
any of your vast fortune to charity?
I've put many a nubile law student
through college, thank you very much,
several of which were named Charity, so...
Ah, hard to believe
a guy so dedicated to saving the world
would murder his own employee.
Well, sometimes betrayal
come from the ones we expect the least,
doesn't it, Detective?
You!
Anders Brody.
You killed her, didn't you?
Killed? Who?
Susan Ochoa.
You went round to her place
and murdered her in cold blood.
Are you out of your mind? Who are you?
LAPD. We're here investigating the murder
of your employee Susan Ochoa.
Look...
I don't even know who that is, so...
- I certainly didn't kill her.
- What happened?
You go over to her place,
try and put the moves on her?
She wasn't into it, you couldn't take it
and killed her?
I don't know her.
We know about the flowers.
They tracked back to you.
Don't think so!
Lucifer, what are you doing?
Susan invited you into her home...
...her life, and you betrayed her.
Do something! He's going to kill me!
Lucifer, there may be a less violent way
of getting him to talk.
Okay. Alright, alright, alright.
I betrayed Susan.
But it's not what you think.
Please.
Fine.
Thank you for your honesty.
I like honesty.
Now, if you wouldn't mind sharing with us
a sympathetic and logical explanation
for your betrayal.
Not another word without my lawyers.
Is it true that human spawn
erupt from their mothers' bodies
in a ceremony of blood and pain?
What? No.
In hell...
torture via birth was a favorite.
If half of what we did is accurate...
your sex holes are never going back
to normal.
Okay, Maze, erm...
That's enough, thank you.
And the birth is many, many...
many months from now.
Yeah, but I have questions, Linda.
Things I don't want to know,
things I need to know.
And there will be plenty of time
to have all of your questions answered
by someone else.
But it's just too soon
to be dealing with all of... this.
And, besides, I have a client
that should be arriving any minute.
Whatever. You're lying.
This is your lunch hour,
where you eat your lunch and...
ogle hot guys on Tinder.
Of course, pretty soon,
you'll be using this hour
attached to one of those milking devices.
Oh-wah, oh-wah...
We used to use those too.
In fact, we hooked this guy up to it once.
It was...
Okay, goodbye, Maze.
Okay.
That must have been such a relief
for him to come clean.
Who knows? Maybe next time we try to
get him to confess in a less violent way.
Where's the fun in that?
At the very least, next time maybe we...
try and get him to confess
more specifically.
"I betrayed her,"
can mean a lot of things.
You're right. You're right.
Maybe we should brainstorm
a list of betrayals. You start, Detective.
Oh.
Hey, Ella. What's up?
Anders Brody didn't kill Susan Ochoa.
What? How do you know that?
Because, while Brody's been in custody,
the real killer just struck again.
Victim's name is David Ramirez.
27, apprentice mechanic,
lived in the back of the shop.
- Is this what I think it is?
- Yep.
Tattoos that were removed
and their designs look like...
Los X's gang tats.
Apparently Ramirez grew up
in foster homes,
he got mixed up with the wrong crowd,
got arrested a bunch of times,
but, four years ago,
he goes to night school,
gets his mechanic certification
and he's been clean ever since.
Damn it.
- What's wrong?
- He's just...
Just trying to clean up his life,
you know, like...
Susan Ochoa.
Okay, let's focus on the things
we can control,
like stopping the killer
from striking again.
We know that all the victims were linked
by their former gang,
so maybe it's someone from their past.
But what's the motive?
Retribution maybe.
Well, then let's talk to the former crew,
see if anyone knows anything.
Los Xs aren't dumb corner boys anymore.
They're a major drug operation.
Which means they have lawyers,
and without air-tight warrants
or full SWAT backup...
they'll stonewall us.
You're absolutely right,
so I'll call a judge,
get a warrant.
That might take a couple of days.
But... Dan, I know what this is about,
okay?
There's nothing we can do
until we get a warrant.
Okay.
Has anyone seen Lucifer?
I'll take it from here.
- No, don't touch me!
- I'll take it from here.
Relax, your neck is fine.
It's your guilt I want to get a grip on.
You said you betrayed Susan, so if you
didn't kill her, what did you do?
Look, I think it's best
if you just speak with my...
You went to Susan's that evening
for a reason, so tell me.
What did you desire?
I wanted...
Mm?
I wanted...
forgiveness.
Forgiveness? Why?
One day I came upon Susan
as she was talking
to some at-risk youth group
about her past,
her struggles with addiction.
I had no idea and I panicked.
Imagine the PR crisis.
Head of Safety Protocols, a drug addict.
So I demoted her,
took her off the NASA project.
You punished her for her former life.
But then I went through her file
and I found that Susan
was a model employee
and she'd passed every single drug test,
including the one last week.
- It wasn't right, what I did to her.
- So you went over to apologize.
But when I got there, it was too late.
She was dead.
I was wrong.
Oh.
Never said that before.
It feels good, man.
It feels real good.
I'm sure it does.
Anyway...
you're free to go.
Thanks.
Were you just hugging Anders Brody?
Whatever it takes to get answers,
Detective.
Huh!
That's very evolved of you.
Mm.
Well, we're still waiting on warrants
and we can't do anything on the case
until tomorrow,
so our night's free.
Go on.
Well, I thought
that maybe we could meet up later.
And, er...
You know, not exactly a date, but...
maybe something better.
Well, it sounds like you have something
very particular in mind.
See you next week.
Amenadiel.
What are you doing here?
I brought you some things.
Stuff that could help you out
during this time.
That's so nice of you,
but I don't need anything.
Linda, listen, I want to be here for you,
alright?
So I figured that this would be
a good way for us to start.
Now...
let's do this.
This one's good, because this Dr. Spock...
he seems to know the most about babies.
This one shows the baby
that all animals poop.
I'm not really sure
why the baby would need to know that.
This one is good...
because it tells you what to do
when a baby is crying.
Although maybe you don't need this one.
I overheard at least three people
crying in here today
- and you handled it like a pro...
- It's too soon.
Honestly.
It's very kind of you and I appreciate
the gesture, I really do...
but I...
I told you you were the father
because you deserved to know.
Not to pressure you into helping out.
The truth is
I'm used to doing things on my own.
I don't see why raising a baby
should be any different.
I just wanted to help.
You don't need to worry about me.
And you, I...
I would love to talk, but,
unfortunately, I have a ton of paperwork
to do before my next client, so...
Right.
I'll get out of your way.
I like that one.
Really? Not the one I would have chosen,
but you are the closest person to a baby
I know.
Okay, so at what age did your parents
teach you to hunt?
What's going on? Maze, you know
she's not allowed to play with knives.
Relax, Dan,
these knives aren't for Trixie.
They're for a baby.
Okay, new rule.
No more knife play of any kind
with my kid. You got it?
- Fine.
- Trixie, it's time to go.
Grab your stuff.
So who pissed in your Cheerios?
You're even grumpier than usual.
It's the case, okay? I feel powerless.
Any second now,
another person could get killed
and we're just...
we're sitting on our asses.
- Why?
- Because we've got to wait for a judge
to give us a stupid warrant.
Says who?
Mr. Morningstar,
thank you for reaching out.
Are you okay?
Did Detective Decker...
Did she do something?
No.
And she never will.
I'm just here to tell you
that you're wrong about the Detective.
If she's planning anything,
it's an apology.
I certainly hope that that's the case.
Oh, ye of little faith, Father.
Have you noticed her carrying a vial?
A what?
A vial. It's a...
An ornate thing.
It's about the size of a plum.
I got word from a colleague of mine
in Rome that she'd met with a priest
who was hell-bent
on banishing the devil from Earth.
And you all get paid to do this?
I'm genuinely asking.
Supposedly, this priest has uncovered
a ceremony that would, and bear with me...
trap the devil in hell for all eternity.
He shared the details of this ceremony
with Chloe.
A ceremony to banish the devil to hell?
That is priceless. Ha-ha!
No, seriously,
you all need to take End of Days
out of the Vatican movie night rotation.
Definitely not one of Arnold's best.
I know.
I know it sounds crazy.
But Chloe was very distressed
last time I saw her.
Apparently, the ceremony involves
giving the subject a sacramental liquid...
that would sedate the devil.
Ooh, let me guess.
It's inside the plum vial.
So I'm told.
And if it would sedate the devil,
I fear that it involves some poison.
Something that would kill a normal man.
You're incorrigible, aren't you?
Do you honestly think
that I would travel thousands of miles,
tell you these outlandish tales,
if I didn't take them seriously?
I hope beyond hope that I am wrong.
But if there is any chance
that Chloe could try something,
you need to be careful.
Well, consider me warned.
You may absolve yourself of any further
responsibility in this matter.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I have plans.
Is that the man?
Not a man, Your Excellency.
The prophecy is real.
And now that the trap is set...
everything will come together soon.
I hope this so-called surprise of yours
doesn't involve me taking off my shoes.
I should warn you
that what I have planned...
might be painful for you, but...
I think, ultimately,
you'll see it's a good thing.
Painful?
Detective,
what on Earth are you talking about?
It's just up ahead.
What is?
Just... forgive me.
Detective...
where are you taking me?
Howdy.
What's up, fellas?
Do you have any idea where you are?
Yes, I do.
Los Xs headquarters.
So-called brain trust
of your transnational drug operation.
Come on, guys, relax.
That's not why I'm here, okay?
Susan Ochoa and David Ramirez
were murdered.
And I know you guys are involved somehow.
So I need to talk to the guy or the girl
who's in charge.
And be quick about it.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
Okay, you know what,
maybe I didn't make myself clear.
Which one of you losers is in charge?
Okay. Alright.
I guess I'm just going to have
to press the issue, right?
Come on!
You see now, that wasn't so hard, was it?
What's up? Can you please tell me
everything you know about the murders?
What if I don't?
Well, then there's going to be a problem.
Ah, you're a crazy pig, aren't you?
Respeto.
But the only problem we got...
is figuring out
what we're going to do with your body.
Ssss! Matalo!
What? What?
Cut it a little close there,
don't you think?
My timing is perfect.
Let's go.
What are we doing in a soup kitchen?
Volunteering.
You should try it. It could be fun.
Watching people trip and fall is fun.
This...
not fun.
Lucifer, I just thought it would be nice
for us to do something good for a change.
Oh, for a change. And just what exactly
is it you'd like me to change?
Oh, Lucifer, that's not what I meant.
Listen, okay, if you'd like to leave,
we can leave.
You have been acting very strange,
Detective.
Wanting me to drink less,
be nicer to suspects, be more...
...more philanthropic.
Oh, that's not true.
The only thing that's true
is that you've been lying to me.
No, I haven't.
Show me your purse.
My purse?
- Why?
- Show it to me.
Okay.
Fine.
Detective, what's this?
Nothing.
Oh, right. Well, if it's nothing,
you won't mind me drinking it, will you?
- No, don't drink it. It's perfume.
- I've had worse.
No, don't!
I know you've been meeting
with Father Kinley.
I know all about it.
- It's not what you think.
- Isn't it?
No, it's not. It's...
Dan, can I call you back?
I'm right in the middle of something.
I know who the killer is.
What?
And he's about to skip town.
Hey, Dan.
Okay, his name is Oscar
and I just sent you a picture.
It's Susan Ochoa's drug counselor.
We talked to him at the scene.
Well, the head of Los Xs
says that he's the killer.
The head of Los Xs?
How?
We caught a break, okay?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is that Rivas
was a gang counselor for both victims.
So you're saying they trusted him,
made their dark sides vulnerable
and then he just stabbed them in the back.
Yeah, pretty much.
Why?
That's the million-dollar question.
Lucifer!
Lucifer, wait!
Wait!
Let me in!
You!
How could you just murder them?
I did what needed to be done.
They trusted you!
They shared their darkest truths
and you just betray them?
And I would happily do it again.
Oh, ho ho! This is going to be fun.
I showed those losers the real me.
Careful, or I'll show you the real me.
Oh, yes. Do it!
I thought they could change.
But they couldn't.
Dave was stealing again.
Susan was back on drugs.
They were trash.
So I killed them.
What are you going to do?
I'll show you.
Show me what you've got.
Come on, Lucifer.
Show us who you really are.
Do you want me to punish you?
- Why?
- Hands in the air.
I failed.
May God forgive me.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, man.
When you kneed that dude
and he fell down and I just came in there,
wham, elbow to the face, amazing.
It just felt so good, you know.
Just to let loose,
not have to follow the rules for a change.
And you are amazing...
for helping me out like that.
Come on, any time
you want to beat someone up.
Any time, you call me.
In fact, I'm going to kick your ass
if you don't.
Oh, man, this is going to sound crazy.
But I can't wait to do it again.
Oh! Old Dan is back.
I am so in.
The straight and narrow Dan,
total buzzkill.
Screw that Dan.
It was getting me nowhere.
Trust me, darker Dan...
will get you real far.
Well, that does it.
I'll never be able to eat beef kebabs
ever again.
Did you find anything?
Yeah, same thing. Bloody clothes,
another knife, same as the others.
And who owns the house?
I don't know,
I'll see if we have that yet. Man...
this dude must have been really
scared of something to go out like that.
Mm. Or someone.
Are you okay?
Something else was happening here.
Something strange.
He knew about my true face.
He wanted me to show it to him.
- Why?
- I don't know.
But I could have sworn
that he said, "Show us your face."
Us?
But there was no-one else here.
Unless it's a two-way mirror.
Erm, that was evidence.
This is a secure crime scene.
Never mind.
You're never going to believe
who owns the house.
The Catholic Church.
Your friend Father Kinley
must have been watching.
I think Kinley arranged all of this
to get to you.
He wanted to show someone who...
or what...
you really are.
I know that we have a lot to talk about
and I have a lot to explain
and I know a lot of this is my fault,
but you need to trust me right now.
Oh! Really?
- I think you're in real danger.
- Enlighten me, Detective.
Just who exactly am I in danger from?
What in God's name was that?
It was a setback, that's all.
That man killed two people,
then himself, and you knew?
No, wait. You orchestrated it.
Extreme measures were taken.
It would have been worth it
if Lucifer had shown his true face.
Can you even hear yourself?
The Church needs to see that
Lucifer Morningstar is the actual devil.
It should have worked.
Chloe told me that he likes to make
every case about himself
and I set it up perfectly
for him to want to punish Rivas.
How could he not reveal himself?
Because he's better
than you give him credit for.
Detective Decker.
Well, she knows the truth. Tell him.
I do know the truth, Father.
You worked at the same parish
in El Salvador as Oscar Rivas.
It's quite the coincidence.
Oscar was a good man, a true believer,
willing to do what was necessary.
To take what action was needed
to battle evil.
You had Rivas kill two innocent people
to battle evil?
He willingly sacrificed himself
to force Lucifer to reveal his true form,
to show the Church finally the truth.
This is all your own private crusade,
isn't it, Father?
The Vatican doesn't know about this,
do they?
Because they don't believe.
But, together,
you and I can convince them.
Together, we can save them.
And so many others.
You're under arrest, Father.
For conspiracy to commit murder.
Dear, dear girl...
Oscar is dead
and I have done nothing wrong myself.
You have no proof.
It's your word against mine.
There is always evidence.
I will find it and I won't stop
until there's enough to put you away.
That won't be necessary.
I'll testify. Anything you need.
I'm sorry, but you're sick, Will.
Mrs. Smith.
I'm looking for Mrs. Smith.
Amenadiel.
What are you doing here?
Linda, you don't have to do this alone.
I want to be here for this baby and, most
importantly, I want to be here for you.
Erm...
Yeah.
Oh.
Will you marry me?
No.
No.
No. Amenadiel...
Amenadiel, come here.
See...
Amenadiel...
What you're doing is amazing
and heroic and I should be so lucky...
to end up with someone
half as special as you are.
But what you're doing here, it's...
It's for the wrong reasons.
And it's...
It's not what I...
It's not what I need right now.
And what do you need?
I think I just need someone
to hold my hand
and tell me everything's going to be okay.
I promise you, Linda...
everything is going to be okay.
Hi.
I arrested Father Kinley,
so you don't have to worry about him
coming after you anymore.
I don't care
that he was trying to hurt me.
I care that you were.
Lucifer, you have to understand that...
after I saw you...
saw your face...
I had to get away...
to process things...
you know?
And somehow I ended up in Rome.
Kinley found me...
and obviously
I shouldn't have confided in him, but...
you know, at the time...
it felt like he understood
what I was going through.
- He said you found him.
- He's lying.
There's a lot of that going around.
Well, yes...
I...
I did lie to you...
and for a moment, I was helping him
try to send you back to hell.
How could you do that to me? To me?
Because I'm terrified!
You are the...
actual devil.
I mean...
every story of good and bad
from throughout history, throughout time,
says that you are the embodiment of evil.
And how am I, Chloe Decker, a nobody...
supposed to deal with that?
But...
But then...
Then I came back.
And...
And I saw you.
I really saw you.
And I remembered how you made me feel.
And I realized, Lucifer,
you're not that guy.
No.
What if I am that guy?
You don't have to be. You could change.
But what if I can't?
Could you accept me like this?
I... oh...
You have no idea how much I want to.
I do. I'm...
I'm trying.
But could you?
I don't know.
Then I have my answer.
Your Excellency.
Did you change your mind?
Are you here to get me out?
I am here to take your confession.
I have nothing to confess.
William, you are responsible
for the deaths of three people. For what?
I'm trying to save lives.
To stop the prophecy.
When the devil walks the earth and finds
his first love, evil shall be released.
Enough with this damned prophecy
you're obsessed with.
The devil is walking the earth.
His Holiness has issued an order.
You've been excommunicated.
I...
may have failed, temporarily,
to prove that Lucifer is the devil,
but at least I have pushed him
and Chloe Decker apart.
Maybe that will be enough
to stop the prophecy.
Even if Lucifer Morningstar was the devil
and the prophecy was true...
what makes you so sure
Chloe Decker is even his first love?
I'll be praying for you, William.
Of course she is.
Who else could it be?
So many options.
I'll have...
an appletini.