Lucifer (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - All About Eve - full transcript
- Hey, Chlo.
- Hey.
No Lucifer tonight?
No. Actually, he and I
aren't working together anymore.
- What? For real?
- Yep.
What happened?
You know,
I don't really want to talk about it.
Okay.
You're okay though, right?
Totally. Totally fine.
You know, I was fine before Lucifer,
I'll be fine after.
It's really for the best.
Alright. No arguments from me.
What do we have here?
Pablo Silva,
hotshot jewelry designer
from Beverly Hills,
- just back from the Middle East.
- Cause of death, pretty obvi.
Manual strangulation.
Not a fun way to go.
Unless it's your thing.
Ella found pistachio shells
under the body.
So weird, because there's
no pistachios anywhere on the plane.
But the cabin's full of other great stuff.
Shrooms, weed, coke.
Might want to keep Lucifer away
from the evidence
if you don't want any to go missing.
Wait a second. Where is Lucifer?
He was decapitated?
No.
He's not going
to be working with us anymore.
- What?
- Let's just focus on the case, okay?
Who found the body?
Uh, over there.
Toby Golden? You co-owned
Golden Silva Jewelers with Pablo?
Yeah, we built it together, ground up.
Pablo handles creative,
I handle business.
Have you found the necklace?
- Not yet.
- What necklace?
Pablo was transporting our latest piece,
The Desert Mirage.
It's a $3 million original
he finished in Dubai.
Why Dubai?
It's where we get our best deals,
buying gold and diamonds.
And you were here to pick him up?
No. My assistant and I were prepping
for an investors' meeting
and I didn't hear his voicemail
until after we were finished.
I come racing down here and...
You know, I find him like this.
Can we hear that voicemail?
Hey, Toby. It's Pablo.
I messed up, man. I'm in some serious debt
with these dangerous dudes
and I kind of promised
to give them the Mirage.
They're on their way over for it,
but it's gone.
Someone must have...
Oh, no. They're already here.
Arabic.
Do you know who Pablo
was referring to there?
I didn't even know
he was in any kind of trouble until this.
Well, do you know anyone
who speaks Arabic?
A lot of our business associates.
Really? Great.
Okay, we'll need a list of those people.
Maybe Pablo's dangerous dudes killed him
because he didn't get their payment.
Wait, pistachios. There's a thug that
I heard of, eats those things obsessively.
The dude definitely qualifies
as dangerous.
And guess what his first language is?
Please say Arabic.
Yep. A guy named Turkish Pete.
- But Arabic isn't Turkish.
- And Turkish Pete isn't Turkish.
He's the right-hand man
for an Arab criminal concierge
by the name of Bashir Al-Fassad.
It could be them.
I'll take a look, make some phone calls.
- Great.
- Alright.
You. Lucifer.
Spill.
- Oh, everything's fine.
- Nuh-uh.
You don't get to do that.
Come on, my sister sense is tingling.
Come on.
Lucifer and I had a bad fight.
It's okay. Fights are totally normal.
No, not this one.
He and I have some pretty serious issues
that I don't think can be resolved.
How is Lucifer handling it?
Well, I don't really know,
but it's Lucifer,
so I'm sure he is just fine.
Yeah. Sure.
Excuse me.
♪ You're no good, no good for me
And I'm no good for you ♪
Mr. Morningstar.
We're going to need those.
Not as much as I do.
Business is booming tonight.
You sure you don't want to stay?
Why on Earth would I want to do that?
Eve?
Hey, Luce.
Long time, no see.
You look great.
Yeah?
- Same as you did back then.
- Thank you.
So do you.
Better even.
Oh.
I must say, this is quite the surprise.
You, here.
Back here.
On Earth.
How?
Found a way out of heaven.
I didn't think that was possible.
For humans.
What can I say?
I've always been a bit of a rule breaker.
But you know that.
I do.
So I flew the coop.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up
in a dusty old tomb,
so I caught a plane
and came straight to LA.
Right.
And...
Adam?
Where's that barrel of laughs?
Still up there.
Where everyone is always so...
happy.
But not you?
Mm.
I always felt like something was...
missing.
People always forget...
I didn't choose Adam.
I was created for him.
Turns out an arranged existence
kind of takes the spark out of things.
We got along just fine, but...
I don't think he ever really loved me.
The real me, you know.
It hurts,
not being accepted for who you are.
I...
I would imagine.
You know, I've been in heaven
longer than any other human
and, let me tell you.
paradise can get a little...
predictable.
Preaching to the choir.
So I started meeting every new soul that
was coming through those Pearly Gates,
just taking in
all their incredible stories, you know,
about everything that was going on
down here.
And then...
Then I realized something huge, Luce.
What I truly desire most...
can only be found down here.
And what is it you truly desire?
Excitement! You know?
Thrills.
Just some good, old-fashioned fun.
I'm due a lifetime or two of it.
So you're telling me
you came all this way...
just to party?
And... you know...
see my ex.
I mean you are, after all,
the only person I know down here.
So do you have anywhere to stay?
Mm.
I...
haven't even thought about that yet.
Well, I can help you out.
Really?
Oh, my God. That would be so sweet of you.
I wouldn't want to impose.
I know Pierre at the Waldorf. He owes me
a favor, so we'll get you a suite.
A hotel.
Great.
I'm sorry I'm not up for more tonight.
Yeah. Where did my fun Luce go?
I'm still fun.
You just caught me at a bad time, is all.
I get it.
Can't expect the devil to suddenly
make his life all about Eve.
This must be you.
Thank you.
For everything.
Anything for a...
an old friend.
Right, get her home safely, alright...
Hold on.
You're not Rafael with five stars.
The necklace. Now!
I am canceling this ride.
Tell me where the necklace is
or I'll shoot your friend in the face.
There's no need to be so rude.
Lucifer! Oh, my God!
Help!
Oh, my God. Help!
Oh, my...
You're okay?
Well, I may need another drink
and a bottle of ibuprofen,
but, yes, I'll survive.
Oh, my God.
But I would love an explanation from you,
Eve.
So...
Who the hell was that, mm?
It's not every day
I get shot in the face over some necklace.
I have no idea who that scary driver was.
The only necklace I can think of is...
Pablo's.
And Pablo is?
The guy who gave me a ride here
on his jet.
On the way over, he kept showing off
this really expensive necklace he made.
Said it was for some Arab guy
with a weird name.
Byron?
Buster?
Doesn't sound very Arab.
Bashir?
Not Bashir Al-Fassad?
Yes, that's it! You know him?
Yes. He calls himself
the concierge of crime.
If Bashir thinks
you've taken something from him,
then he'll stop at nothing to get it back.
But I don't have his necklace.
Well, then I suppose
we should pay Bashir a visit,
sort this whole mess out, yes?
And how have we been feeling?
Great actually.
Tons of energy, sleeping well.
Not to mention
I have a truly supernatural support team.
Okay, ready to see your baby...
Maze! Maze.
It's just ultrasound gel.
- Continue.
- Good.
It's okay.
Okay.
Okay, do you see
that little protrusion right there?
You're having a boy.
A boy?
Better luck next time.
Do you see a second protrusion anywhere?
Maybe even a third?
Typically, there's only one penis.
Nah. I was looking for the wings.
The wings?
You know what?
I guess, at some point, we all like
to think of our babies as little angels.
Oh, yes!
Wait, wings?
See? Isn't this nice?
Just a couple of sensible,
law-abiding detectives on a case.
No hidden flasks, no random drug use.
No crazy shenanigans.
You don't have to convince me
that life's better without Lucifer.
Detectives.
Welcome.
Can I get you a mojito?
Pete, get the detectives a mojito.
No, we're not here to drink,
Mr. Al-Fassad.
We're here about Pablo Silva.
Mm.
I'm afraid you're out of luck.
We don't know any Pablo.
So you didn't go to Mr. Silva's hangar
and strangle him to death?
Pablo's dead?
He was alive when we left him.
Oh, and when was that?
Um...
A long time ago.
So, you see,
it appears we cannot help you.
So very sorry.
Well, if you can't help us,
then maybe Turkish Pete here can.
Maybe a DNA test on these shells
will place you at the crime scene.
Dan.
- Hmm?
- Dan.
I wanted you here
because you're not like Lucifer, okay?
- So can you please relax?
- Did you say, "Lucifer"?
- Lucifer Morningstar?
- Uh-huh.
I love that guy.
Are you that partner of his
he's always gushing about?
Er... yeah.
Fabulous.
So, where is he?
Erm. He's home.
Sick.
Erm, as I recall,
don't you owe him a favor?
He told you about that, did he?
Yeah, he did.
And you're in luck, because he said I
could collect on your debt in his absence.
You know, square you away for good.
Well..
As Lucifer would say...
what is it you desire?
The truth.
Alright then.
Yes.
I know Pablo.
I, shall we say, connect him
with the things that he desires.
Exotic women, exotic drugs etc., etc.
He racked up quite a tab.
But we worked out a deal.
Debt forgiven in exchange
for a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry.
- The Desert Mirage.
- Bingo.
But Pablo managed to lose it
before we had a chance to get it back.
So you killed him.
This guy.
Why would I kill a man
who owes me millions? No, no.
We roughed him up a bit, told him
he'd better find it before we did
and then we left him in the hangar.
Very much alive.
Mm-hmm. Do you have an alibi for all that?
We made a long stop
at the grocery store on the way home.
Refilled my pistachios.
I'm sure the store's security cameras
can verify that.
Oh, there's something else
I want to show you.
To prove my claim on the necklace.
Pablo sent this on the way over.
Bashir!
Hey, bud. Be there in no time.
Your necklace is in safe hands.
Hers!
Who are these women?
Don't know. But find them
and you'll probably find my necklace.
- And Pablo's killer.
- Mm!
Feels good to finally repay Lucifer.
Good thing you two are partners, huh?
This is so exciting!
Oh, wow.
You against a dangerous crime lord.
What are you going to do to him?
Ooh, are you going to toss him in the
pool? No, are you going to break his arm?
Or, you know, bash him in the balls?
Ah, I always wanted to try that.
No-one will be bashing anyone in the
balls. A simple conversation will suffice.
I never thought I would say
this, but Lucifer actually came in handy.
What are we doing?
Not that I'm complaining.
Shh.
There's no way you knew
Bashir owed Lucifer a favor.
Who are those two?
A total gamble.
The police.
And I would prefer to avoid her...
them... at any cost.
Lucifer! So good to see you.
You just missed the lovely detective.
She said you were home sick.
Yes, well, I'm up and about now.
What, may I ask, was she here for?
Enquiring about the murder
of a client of mine. RIP, Pablo Silva.
Can I get you a mojito?
You didn't mention this man was murdered.
- Did you have anything to do with this?
- Of course not.
This is the first I'm hearing of this.
Poor Pablo.
Uncle, I added more mint this time.
What the...
I shot you in the face!
Yes, and I gave you a terrible rating.
George! What have I told you?
No more shooting without my permission.
I was trying to get your necklace back.
And this lady was...
Wait a second.
You're that woman from the plane.
- That's why we're here, Bashir.
- Yes.
I don't have your necklace.
So how about you leave her be
and we'll consider your debt to me paid.
A little too late, my friend.
Your partner collected your favor
in exchange for some info.
Clever detective.
Fine.
Partner?
Why not have a new arrangement?
How about I just pay you for the necklace?
Sorry, but no.
I don't want money.
I want the Desert Mirage.
It was supposed to be a gift for my wife.
Mira, she will accept no substitutes.
The things we do for our women, right?
What? Her? No, no.
We're not together together.
But we used to be.
Maybe you've read about it
in a little book called The Bible.
Read about what?
You know, the garden, the snake,
the apple.
The metaphors were a bit off.
That's true. The forbidden fruit was less
of an apple and more like a banana.
- A very large banana.
- It's true.
You never forget your first.
I have no idea
what you two are talking about.
Right. No, of course. Er, ooh!
Erm, look, why don't we
just strike a new deal?
You and your goons agree to leave
this young lady alone, unharmed,
whilst I attempt
to retrieve your necklace?
Deal.
Less work for me anyway.
Excellent. Once it's back in your hands,
we'll call it even
and everyone can go their separate ways.
Can you believe it?
A son.
There's so many things
I can't wait to teach him.
I mean, how to fight, obviously.
How to fly.
My very own mini Amenadiel.
No, no, wait, wait.
A-mini-diel.
Baby warrior angel. Ha!
Linda?
Nope.
- Nope, can't do it.
- Do what?
My house is not prepared
for a flying baby.
Other parents put up baby gates
and cover up power outlets.
What are we supposed to do?
Baby proof the ceiling?
You know, that's a good idea.
Amenadiel, how are we supposed to do this?
How are we supposed
to keep an angel baby safe?
I don't know. I've never seen one before.
No-one has.
You're joking.
You see, angels, we didn't grow up.
We just appeared fully formed.
That's how Mom and Dad created us.
So what you're telling me
is that what's happening to me,
what's growing inside my body...
is a first...
in all of human history?
All of angel history, too.
Isn't this exciting?
No!
No, it's not exciting, Amenadiel.
It's terrifying.
Linda, it's going to be okay.
I'll come over anytime that you need help.
I appreciate that,
but how can you say
everything's going to be fine when...
none of us know what to expect?
So do you have any idea where it could be?
You seem extremely motivated
to find this necklace.
Does this have anything to do with your...
- partner?
- No.
And former partner, just to be clear.
You know,
you really don't have to do this for me.
Nonsense. I'd never hang you out to dry.
Not with dangerous men like Bashir
after you.
So, uh, necklace...
Was there anyone else on Pablo's jet?
Anyone who could have stolen it?
There was actually.
A real party girl named Odessa something.
What do you know about her?
Not much.
She seemed
to really enjoy giggling and, uh,
flirting and...
come to think of it...
trying on expensive jewelry.
She said she had this friend named Dalton.
She kept mentioning
spending time at his place.
Dalton's Place?
That's not her friend. That's a bar.
It's a good place to start.
Come on!
Hey, so facial recognition kicked back
zilch on the one with the white dress,
but the woman modeling the necklace,
tons of hits.
- Tons?
- Yeah.
Necklace woman is a con artist.
Usually goes by Odessa something or other.
Her real name is Sandy Bumford.
No wonder she changes it.
Her MO is targeting guys in bars,
going back to their place
and cleaning them out
before they can offer her breakfast.
Here is a list
of Odessa's known hunting grounds in LA.
A bunch of high-end spots, some dives,
a few airport bars.
This lady gets around.
How the hell can we find her?
We're going to have to canvas each
and every one of these places one by one.
Nice horseshoe ring
on that sexy finger of yours.
Real gold?
Want to bite it to see?
I trust you.
Want to get us some drinks?
Looking to add to your collection?
Howdy, stranger.
Howdy.
Oh, hey, it's you.
What are you doing here?
We are here for the necklace.
So hand it over and we'll let you
get back to conning this poor schmuck.
Necklace? What necklace?
The one you're hiding...
in there.
I see. You've paid off security
to help assist you with your little scam.
Quite the entrepreneur.
Tell me we're about to have
my first bar fight.
I could get things started
with the ball bashing.
Again, not necessary.
Or maybe it is.
Hey!
Let go!
Ow!
Ah!
Milady.
Oh!
Hiyah!
Lucifer!
Hello, detective.
Didn't know you were here.
I got a call about a bar fight.
It happens to be connected
to my latest case.
Want to tell me why you're here?
Not particularly.
I doubt you'd be able to accept it.
Lucifer...
Hey, Chloe.
Guess who I found?
Great.
Lucifer!
- Are you okay?
- I will be.
No...
I mean...
I saw what happened back there
with the detective.
- You weren't just work partners, were you?
- It doesn't matter. It's over.
Well...
how come that pool stick hurt you,
but the bullet to the head didn't?
I...
Look, I will explain later,
but for now,
we just need to get out of here.
Come up with a new plan
to find that bloody necklace.
Lucifer Morningstar.
How do you know him
and how is he involved in Pablo's murder?
The sexy British guy in the suit?
Never seen him before in my life.
Let's just talk about how you're involved
with Pablo's murder, okay?
I had nothing to do with that.
I'm a grifter, not a murderer.
I worked my way onto Pablo's jet
to steal the necklace.
- When I left, Pablo was alive.
- Where's the necklace now?
I gave it to the person
who hired me to steal it.
An independent broker.
- Who?
- No idea.
But if you agree to give me immunity
for liberating that necklace...
I can tell you where to find them.
It's fine with me.
Alright then. Downtown tomorrow night.
There's a black market jewelry auction,
exclusively for the rich and shady.
That's where they're planning
on reselling the necklace
Now that it's Pablo's last work, I bet
the necklace will go for twice as much.
The broker realized he could
double his payday if he killed Pablo.
Money.
It's always a solid motive for murder.
Right. Find the broker, find the killer.
Maze, hi.
Hey.
Have we been avoiding each other?
Yeah. I guess we have been.
I've just been trying to give you,
you know, space, as Linda suggested.
Trying to be understanding of the fact
that you are a backstabbing liar
who's been secretly plotting against
Lucifer and keeping me away from Trixie.
You know what, you're right.
But, Maze, for a second,
can you at least try to understand
what I've been going through?
To be the only human that knows.
Who knows what?
That heaven and hell...
truly exist.
I get it.
You're weak.
You can't handle this.
Maybe I should just move out.
By the way...
you're not the only human who knows.
Linda handled it much better than you.
You've known this whole time?
Well, not the whole time, but...
for quite a while, yes.
I just wish I'd have known
that you knew.
I don't know how to deal with this, Linda.
When I found out...
what Lucifer was...
who he truly was...
I ran away for a month.
An understandable reaction
in the situation.
Have you seen his...
face when it...
It was...
It was quite alarming.
Yeah. Yeah.
And, Maze, how is it being friends
with her, knowing what she is?
Well...
it wasn't easy.
None of it is.
The devil, a demon...
Dating an angel. Having his baby.
Right.
Wait, what? You're pregnant?
Yeah.
With an...
angel baby.
Ha!
Truth be told I'm freaking out, Chloe.
I mean, it's all just...
It's all just hitting me...
all at once, you know,
just how dangerous...
How dangerous my friends are
and how...
How dangerous this baby inside me
might be. I mean...
There's a good chance
it could come out with wings.
Wings!
Is that even safe for a human to deliver?
Should I have a C-section? Will insurance
cover any of this? I mean, who knows?
Who knows, Chlo?
Okay. Linda? Linda.
If anyone can handle this...
it's you.
You're different than me. You're stronger.
You could have run, but you didn't.
Why didn't you?
I don't know. I guess...
with all the bad...
comes a lot of good.
I got a best friend out of this.
And the...
most fascinating patient in the world.
And this baby.
Who saw that coming?
I guess, as freaked out as I am...
I'm really looking forward to being a mom.
And meeting my son.
Wings and all.
So how about Lucifer?
It's, it's...
It's complicated.
I mean, I guess what it really
all comes down to is one...
simple question.
Do you want him in your life or not?
Hello.
I think I might be able to help you...
with your case.
So you're the other woman
from Pablo's private jet?
That's me.
We had a hard time IDing you.
Oh, I'm not from around here.
So let's start with...
do you know who killed Pablo?
You know, I heard someone mention
the name Bashir Al-Fassad.
Does that help?
Not so much.
Do you know of anyone
who would want to hurt Pablo?
No, I really only just met him
at the airport bar,
right before he invited me
and that other girl onto his jet, sorry.
Okay.
You know, you seem really smart
and very kind.
I can see how someone
would be drawn to you.
Thank you.
You also seem a little sad.
Excuse me?
Don't worry.
There's someone out there for everyone.
What?
Okay. Yeah, I think we're done here.
I just had the weirdest interview.
- No. Nothing. I didn't do anything.
- I'm sorry, what?
Never mind.
Why do you have two mugs?
Oh...
You know me. Gotta Java.
This smells like whiskey.
What? Chloe, that is not mine.
I would never, ever drink on the job.
I know.
That's Lucifer's, isn't it?
I'm so sorry. Chloe, he...
He brought me a caramel triple frappe
with extra whipped cream
and rainbow sprinkles.
Ella, it's fine.
As long as you didn't tell him
about our plans for the auction tonight.
♪ Who-o-o-o-oa ♪
♪ I got a dream
I got a fire that you can't see... ♪
Starting...
at 300,000.
We need to grab the necklace and disappear
before the detective arrives.
Four-five.
Can I get 500?
There it is.
Right.
You distract the guard.
I'll smash the glass,
then we'll make a break for it.
Sounds risky.
I like it.
Ah!
Bugger. Well, there goes our plan.
I think he's taking the necklace
backstage.
You know, to put on one of the models.
I think you might be right.
Wait here.
I've got this.
Hello there, I'm Lucifer.
- Lucifer Morning-
- Yes.
Yes to what?
Anything.
Still got it.
How did it go?
Oh! You got it!
You're incredible.
Please, I'm the devil.
Yes, you are.
Ah. Well done, partner.
Mm. Cheers.
Let's get out of here.
Detective.
Afraid you're a bit late.
You've missed all the fun.
I am not here for fun.
- I am here to solve a murder.
- Hello again, detective.
Please don't call me that.
Care to explain
how you two know each other?
Yes. She's my date and we're leaving.
I need that necklace
to flush out Pablo's killer.
And what makes you think I care?
Well...
despite our...
issues...
I think you still do.
So if you have it,
I could really use your help.
If we help you,
you'll let us leave with the necklace.
- You know I can't promise that.
- Oh, can't you?
Come on, Luce.
Where else do we have to be?
It'll be fun.
Oh, bloody hell.
Ladies and gentlemen, item number 45005.
Pablo Silva's Desert Mirage.
Starting bid, one million.
One million.
Can I get one five?
One five. How about two?
Two five?
Three?
Three five?
Four?
Four!
For crying out loud. 10 million!
Going once, going twice.
Sold for 10 million
to the dapper gentleman in the back.
Stop it.
Champagne.
Can't celebrate without my bubbles.
Sir, the winning bidder's here.
Turkish Pete?
Why am I going to all this trouble
trying to find your boss's necklace
when you had it all along?
I love working for Mr. Al-Fassad...
but the Desert Mirage is worth millions
he'll just give it to his wife.
So you Odessa to steal it from Pablo
while you and Bashir went to beat him up?
You could sell it here.
You fool.
Not only do you not get the money, but now
you're going to jail for Pablo's murder.
- Actually, he's not.
- He's not?
No, Pete's alibi checks out.
The grocery store security footage
shows him there
during the time of Pablo's death.
He's not the killer.
Course not, I would never kill Pablo.
He was our cash cow.
Always in debt, always getting bailed out.
Bailed out by who?
His business partner, Toby.
Toby said he had no idea
that Pablo was into any trouble.
Oh, well, imagine that.
You've been lied to.
Dan, I got the seller,
but he's not the killer.
Have the team get ready
to take this place down anyhow.
Copy that.
You know who the killer is though,
don't you? Is it this Toby fellow?
- I thought you didn't care.
- I don't.
Just checking your logic,
since you've probably made
a lot of mistakes without me.
Well, contrary to what you think,
I don't need your help.
Lucifer, help!
Eve?
Hand me the necklace.
Drop the weapon.
Toby, let her go.
Back off! Back off.
I am walking out of here
with this necklace. It belongs to me.
Toby, I know everything and I understand.
You understand? What do you understand?
That I spent our entire budget
on this necklace?
That I'm ruined without it? That I only
snuck in here to get what's mine?
No. I understand you.
The reasonable one.
The one always taking care
of their partner.
Cleaning up his messes.
Everybody loves Pablo.
The fun one.
But if they knew who he really was...
He was a train wreck.
He wasted all our money on hookers
and blow.
That doesn't sound like such a bad guy
to me.
And after that voice mail...
I rushed down there, found him beaten up,
the Mirage gone. I just...
I got so angry.
Drop the gun and let her go.
Eve...
you know that thing
you've always wanted to do?
Turn over. Hands behind your back.
- Oh, my...
- Are you alright?
Yes. Did you see that?
I did. You nailed it.
Daniel...
I'd like that necklace,
thank you very much.
What? Do you really think
we would just hand you stolen evidence?
Turn over.
Detective.
we need that necklace.
Ah, I'm sorry, Lucifer.
I wish I could help you.
Come on.
See?
We've got this.
We do, don't we?
Mm-hmm.
Bring it, angel baby.
This some weird fetish
I don't know about?
Maze, hi. What are you doing here?
Erm...
well, I decided to...
end Chloe's misery.
I'm moving out.
Going somewhere where I'm wanted.
Somewhere like here.
Oh.
Wow.
Yeah, you know...
Linda's not really prepared
for a house guest.
This is happening, okay? Deal with it.
Auntie Maze is here to help
with the baby, whether you like it or not.
Auntie Maze.
I love it.
We can use all the help we can get.
Good. It's settled.
Now, where do I put my knives?
So... if I can just get you to sign
my final paperwork of the night.
The silent treatment.
I get it.
I shouldn't have told Lucifer that stuff.
It was really unprofessional
and I'm so sorry.
Ella, I'm not mad at you.
I just... I've...
just been thinking about things.
Between you and Lucifer?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I miss him.
I mean, he pisses me off all the time.
And there are so many things about him
that...
that I find hard to accept,
but I just have to believe
I can find a way.
Because...
I'd rather have him in my life than not.
Well, then...
I think you know what you need to do.
I don't believe this.
We were cheated out of that necklace.
Well...
on the bright side,
now we can break into the precinct and...
steal it right back.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
Yes, it does, actually.
I had a really nice time with you tonight.
As did I.
Setback aside,
I think that we should celebrate.
I'll get some champagne.
What's this?
I can explain that.
How long have you had this?
It dropped out of Toby's pocket when
you flipped him and I just grabbed it.
And you weren't going to tell me?
Of course I was. I just...
Maybe not right away.
- Why?
- Because...
you made it very clear
that once we found the necklace,
we would go our separate ways and...
I didn't want the fun to end.
What else are you hiding from me?
Nothing.
You're lying.
Okay, everything I told you is true.
Except for maybe
one little, teeny, tiny part.
I did come back to Earth for the fun
and the excitement.
But, more specifically...
I came back...
for you.
To be...
with you.
You know?
Like old times.
That was...
thousands of years ago.
Yes, but it was also
the best time of my life.
Lucifer, I never felt more like myself
than when I was with you.
Eve...
I'm sorry,
if you've come all this way for me...
then...
you've made a mistake.
Why?
It's because of her, isn't it?
No.
I told you, that's over.
No.
I mean your insecurity.
I'm not insecure.
Now who's lying?
I'm not blind.
I know what rejection looks like.
What it feels like.
The detective doesn't accept you
for who you are, does she?
No.
She doesn't.
Well, I'm not her.
You don't know me, Eve.
Who I truly am.
Show me.
Very well.
You asked for it.
I told you.
I think you're amazing.
All of you.
- Hey.
No Lucifer tonight?
No. Actually, he and I
aren't working together anymore.
- What? For real?
- Yep.
What happened?
You know,
I don't really want to talk about it.
Okay.
You're okay though, right?
Totally. Totally fine.
You know, I was fine before Lucifer,
I'll be fine after.
It's really for the best.
Alright. No arguments from me.
What do we have here?
Pablo Silva,
hotshot jewelry designer
from Beverly Hills,
- just back from the Middle East.
- Cause of death, pretty obvi.
Manual strangulation.
Not a fun way to go.
Unless it's your thing.
Ella found pistachio shells
under the body.
So weird, because there's
no pistachios anywhere on the plane.
But the cabin's full of other great stuff.
Shrooms, weed, coke.
Might want to keep Lucifer away
from the evidence
if you don't want any to go missing.
Wait a second. Where is Lucifer?
He was decapitated?
No.
He's not going
to be working with us anymore.
- What?
- Let's just focus on the case, okay?
Who found the body?
Uh, over there.
Toby Golden? You co-owned
Golden Silva Jewelers with Pablo?
Yeah, we built it together, ground up.
Pablo handles creative,
I handle business.
Have you found the necklace?
- Not yet.
- What necklace?
Pablo was transporting our latest piece,
The Desert Mirage.
It's a $3 million original
he finished in Dubai.
Why Dubai?
It's where we get our best deals,
buying gold and diamonds.
And you were here to pick him up?
No. My assistant and I were prepping
for an investors' meeting
and I didn't hear his voicemail
until after we were finished.
I come racing down here and...
You know, I find him like this.
Can we hear that voicemail?
Hey, Toby. It's Pablo.
I messed up, man. I'm in some serious debt
with these dangerous dudes
and I kind of promised
to give them the Mirage.
They're on their way over for it,
but it's gone.
Someone must have...
Oh, no. They're already here.
Arabic.
Do you know who Pablo
was referring to there?
I didn't even know
he was in any kind of trouble until this.
Well, do you know anyone
who speaks Arabic?
A lot of our business associates.
Really? Great.
Okay, we'll need a list of those people.
Maybe Pablo's dangerous dudes killed him
because he didn't get their payment.
Wait, pistachios. There's a thug that
I heard of, eats those things obsessively.
The dude definitely qualifies
as dangerous.
And guess what his first language is?
Please say Arabic.
Yep. A guy named Turkish Pete.
- But Arabic isn't Turkish.
- And Turkish Pete isn't Turkish.
He's the right-hand man
for an Arab criminal concierge
by the name of Bashir Al-Fassad.
It could be them.
I'll take a look, make some phone calls.
- Great.
- Alright.
You. Lucifer.
Spill.
- Oh, everything's fine.
- Nuh-uh.
You don't get to do that.
Come on, my sister sense is tingling.
Come on.
Lucifer and I had a bad fight.
It's okay. Fights are totally normal.
No, not this one.
He and I have some pretty serious issues
that I don't think can be resolved.
How is Lucifer handling it?
Well, I don't really know,
but it's Lucifer,
so I'm sure he is just fine.
Yeah. Sure.
Excuse me.
♪ You're no good, no good for me
And I'm no good for you ♪
Mr. Morningstar.
We're going to need those.
Not as much as I do.
Business is booming tonight.
You sure you don't want to stay?
Why on Earth would I want to do that?
Eve?
Hey, Luce.
Long time, no see.
You look great.
Yeah?
- Same as you did back then.
- Thank you.
So do you.
Better even.
Oh.
I must say, this is quite the surprise.
You, here.
Back here.
On Earth.
How?
Found a way out of heaven.
I didn't think that was possible.
For humans.
What can I say?
I've always been a bit of a rule breaker.
But you know that.
I do.
So I flew the coop.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up
in a dusty old tomb,
so I caught a plane
and came straight to LA.
Right.
And...
Adam?
Where's that barrel of laughs?
Still up there.
Where everyone is always so...
happy.
But not you?
Mm.
I always felt like something was...
missing.
People always forget...
I didn't choose Adam.
I was created for him.
Turns out an arranged existence
kind of takes the spark out of things.
We got along just fine, but...
I don't think he ever really loved me.
The real me, you know.
It hurts,
not being accepted for who you are.
I...
I would imagine.
You know, I've been in heaven
longer than any other human
and, let me tell you.
paradise can get a little...
predictable.
Preaching to the choir.
So I started meeting every new soul that
was coming through those Pearly Gates,
just taking in
all their incredible stories, you know,
about everything that was going on
down here.
And then...
Then I realized something huge, Luce.
What I truly desire most...
can only be found down here.
And what is it you truly desire?
Excitement! You know?
Thrills.
Just some good, old-fashioned fun.
I'm due a lifetime or two of it.
So you're telling me
you came all this way...
just to party?
And... you know...
see my ex.
I mean you are, after all,
the only person I know down here.
So do you have anywhere to stay?
Mm.
I...
haven't even thought about that yet.
Well, I can help you out.
Really?
Oh, my God. That would be so sweet of you.
I wouldn't want to impose.
I know Pierre at the Waldorf. He owes me
a favor, so we'll get you a suite.
A hotel.
Great.
I'm sorry I'm not up for more tonight.
Yeah. Where did my fun Luce go?
I'm still fun.
You just caught me at a bad time, is all.
I get it.
Can't expect the devil to suddenly
make his life all about Eve.
This must be you.
Thank you.
For everything.
Anything for a...
an old friend.
Right, get her home safely, alright...
Hold on.
You're not Rafael with five stars.
The necklace. Now!
I am canceling this ride.
Tell me where the necklace is
or I'll shoot your friend in the face.
There's no need to be so rude.
Lucifer! Oh, my God!
Help!
Oh, my God. Help!
Oh, my...
You're okay?
Well, I may need another drink
and a bottle of ibuprofen,
but, yes, I'll survive.
Oh, my God.
But I would love an explanation from you,
Eve.
So...
Who the hell was that, mm?
It's not every day
I get shot in the face over some necklace.
I have no idea who that scary driver was.
The only necklace I can think of is...
Pablo's.
And Pablo is?
The guy who gave me a ride here
on his jet.
On the way over, he kept showing off
this really expensive necklace he made.
Said it was for some Arab guy
with a weird name.
Byron?
Buster?
Doesn't sound very Arab.
Bashir?
Not Bashir Al-Fassad?
Yes, that's it! You know him?
Yes. He calls himself
the concierge of crime.
If Bashir thinks
you've taken something from him,
then he'll stop at nothing to get it back.
But I don't have his necklace.
Well, then I suppose
we should pay Bashir a visit,
sort this whole mess out, yes?
And how have we been feeling?
Great actually.
Tons of energy, sleeping well.
Not to mention
I have a truly supernatural support team.
Okay, ready to see your baby...
Maze! Maze.
It's just ultrasound gel.
- Continue.
- Good.
It's okay.
Okay.
Okay, do you see
that little protrusion right there?
You're having a boy.
A boy?
Better luck next time.
Do you see a second protrusion anywhere?
Maybe even a third?
Typically, there's only one penis.
Nah. I was looking for the wings.
The wings?
You know what?
I guess, at some point, we all like
to think of our babies as little angels.
Oh, yes!
Wait, wings?
See? Isn't this nice?
Just a couple of sensible,
law-abiding detectives on a case.
No hidden flasks, no random drug use.
No crazy shenanigans.
You don't have to convince me
that life's better without Lucifer.
Detectives.
Welcome.
Can I get you a mojito?
Pete, get the detectives a mojito.
No, we're not here to drink,
Mr. Al-Fassad.
We're here about Pablo Silva.
Mm.
I'm afraid you're out of luck.
We don't know any Pablo.
So you didn't go to Mr. Silva's hangar
and strangle him to death?
Pablo's dead?
He was alive when we left him.
Oh, and when was that?
Um...
A long time ago.
So, you see,
it appears we cannot help you.
So very sorry.
Well, if you can't help us,
then maybe Turkish Pete here can.
Maybe a DNA test on these shells
will place you at the crime scene.
Dan.
- Hmm?
- Dan.
I wanted you here
because you're not like Lucifer, okay?
- So can you please relax?
- Did you say, "Lucifer"?
- Lucifer Morningstar?
- Uh-huh.
I love that guy.
Are you that partner of his
he's always gushing about?
Er... yeah.
Fabulous.
So, where is he?
Erm. He's home.
Sick.
Erm, as I recall,
don't you owe him a favor?
He told you about that, did he?
Yeah, he did.
And you're in luck, because he said I
could collect on your debt in his absence.
You know, square you away for good.
Well..
As Lucifer would say...
what is it you desire?
The truth.
Alright then.
Yes.
I know Pablo.
I, shall we say, connect him
with the things that he desires.
Exotic women, exotic drugs etc., etc.
He racked up quite a tab.
But we worked out a deal.
Debt forgiven in exchange
for a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry.
- The Desert Mirage.
- Bingo.
But Pablo managed to lose it
before we had a chance to get it back.
So you killed him.
This guy.
Why would I kill a man
who owes me millions? No, no.
We roughed him up a bit, told him
he'd better find it before we did
and then we left him in the hangar.
Very much alive.
Mm-hmm. Do you have an alibi for all that?
We made a long stop
at the grocery store on the way home.
Refilled my pistachios.
I'm sure the store's security cameras
can verify that.
Oh, there's something else
I want to show you.
To prove my claim on the necklace.
Pablo sent this on the way over.
Bashir!
Hey, bud. Be there in no time.
Your necklace is in safe hands.
Hers!
Who are these women?
Don't know. But find them
and you'll probably find my necklace.
- And Pablo's killer.
- Mm!
Feels good to finally repay Lucifer.
Good thing you two are partners, huh?
This is so exciting!
Oh, wow.
You against a dangerous crime lord.
What are you going to do to him?
Ooh, are you going to toss him in the
pool? No, are you going to break his arm?
Or, you know, bash him in the balls?
Ah, I always wanted to try that.
No-one will be bashing anyone in the
balls. A simple conversation will suffice.
I never thought I would say
this, but Lucifer actually came in handy.
What are we doing?
Not that I'm complaining.
Shh.
There's no way you knew
Bashir owed Lucifer a favor.
Who are those two?
A total gamble.
The police.
And I would prefer to avoid her...
them... at any cost.
Lucifer! So good to see you.
You just missed the lovely detective.
She said you were home sick.
Yes, well, I'm up and about now.
What, may I ask, was she here for?
Enquiring about the murder
of a client of mine. RIP, Pablo Silva.
Can I get you a mojito?
You didn't mention this man was murdered.
- Did you have anything to do with this?
- Of course not.
This is the first I'm hearing of this.
Poor Pablo.
Uncle, I added more mint this time.
What the...
I shot you in the face!
Yes, and I gave you a terrible rating.
George! What have I told you?
No more shooting without my permission.
I was trying to get your necklace back.
And this lady was...
Wait a second.
You're that woman from the plane.
- That's why we're here, Bashir.
- Yes.
I don't have your necklace.
So how about you leave her be
and we'll consider your debt to me paid.
A little too late, my friend.
Your partner collected your favor
in exchange for some info.
Clever detective.
Fine.
Partner?
Why not have a new arrangement?
How about I just pay you for the necklace?
Sorry, but no.
I don't want money.
I want the Desert Mirage.
It was supposed to be a gift for my wife.
Mira, she will accept no substitutes.
The things we do for our women, right?
What? Her? No, no.
We're not together together.
But we used to be.
Maybe you've read about it
in a little book called The Bible.
Read about what?
You know, the garden, the snake,
the apple.
The metaphors were a bit off.
That's true. The forbidden fruit was less
of an apple and more like a banana.
- A very large banana.
- It's true.
You never forget your first.
I have no idea
what you two are talking about.
Right. No, of course. Er, ooh!
Erm, look, why don't we
just strike a new deal?
You and your goons agree to leave
this young lady alone, unharmed,
whilst I attempt
to retrieve your necklace?
Deal.
Less work for me anyway.
Excellent. Once it's back in your hands,
we'll call it even
and everyone can go their separate ways.
Can you believe it?
A son.
There's so many things
I can't wait to teach him.
I mean, how to fight, obviously.
How to fly.
My very own mini Amenadiel.
No, no, wait, wait.
A-mini-diel.
Baby warrior angel. Ha!
Linda?
Nope.
- Nope, can't do it.
- Do what?
My house is not prepared
for a flying baby.
Other parents put up baby gates
and cover up power outlets.
What are we supposed to do?
Baby proof the ceiling?
You know, that's a good idea.
Amenadiel, how are we supposed to do this?
How are we supposed
to keep an angel baby safe?
I don't know. I've never seen one before.
No-one has.
You're joking.
You see, angels, we didn't grow up.
We just appeared fully formed.
That's how Mom and Dad created us.
So what you're telling me
is that what's happening to me,
what's growing inside my body...
is a first...
in all of human history?
All of angel history, too.
Isn't this exciting?
No!
No, it's not exciting, Amenadiel.
It's terrifying.
Linda, it's going to be okay.
I'll come over anytime that you need help.
I appreciate that,
but how can you say
everything's going to be fine when...
none of us know what to expect?
So do you have any idea where it could be?
You seem extremely motivated
to find this necklace.
Does this have anything to do with your...
- partner?
- No.
And former partner, just to be clear.
You know,
you really don't have to do this for me.
Nonsense. I'd never hang you out to dry.
Not with dangerous men like Bashir
after you.
So, uh, necklace...
Was there anyone else on Pablo's jet?
Anyone who could have stolen it?
There was actually.
A real party girl named Odessa something.
What do you know about her?
Not much.
She seemed
to really enjoy giggling and, uh,
flirting and...
come to think of it...
trying on expensive jewelry.
She said she had this friend named Dalton.
She kept mentioning
spending time at his place.
Dalton's Place?
That's not her friend. That's a bar.
It's a good place to start.
Come on!
Hey, so facial recognition kicked back
zilch on the one with the white dress,
but the woman modeling the necklace,
tons of hits.
- Tons?
- Yeah.
Necklace woman is a con artist.
Usually goes by Odessa something or other.
Her real name is Sandy Bumford.
No wonder she changes it.
Her MO is targeting guys in bars,
going back to their place
and cleaning them out
before they can offer her breakfast.
Here is a list
of Odessa's known hunting grounds in LA.
A bunch of high-end spots, some dives,
a few airport bars.
This lady gets around.
How the hell can we find her?
We're going to have to canvas each
and every one of these places one by one.
Nice horseshoe ring
on that sexy finger of yours.
Real gold?
Want to bite it to see?
I trust you.
Want to get us some drinks?
Looking to add to your collection?
Howdy, stranger.
Howdy.
Oh, hey, it's you.
What are you doing here?
We are here for the necklace.
So hand it over and we'll let you
get back to conning this poor schmuck.
Necklace? What necklace?
The one you're hiding...
in there.
I see. You've paid off security
to help assist you with your little scam.
Quite the entrepreneur.
Tell me we're about to have
my first bar fight.
I could get things started
with the ball bashing.
Again, not necessary.
Or maybe it is.
Hey!
Let go!
Ow!
Ah!
Milady.
Oh!
Hiyah!
Lucifer!
Hello, detective.
Didn't know you were here.
I got a call about a bar fight.
It happens to be connected
to my latest case.
Want to tell me why you're here?
Not particularly.
I doubt you'd be able to accept it.
Lucifer...
Hey, Chloe.
Guess who I found?
Great.
Lucifer!
- Are you okay?
- I will be.
No...
I mean...
I saw what happened back there
with the detective.
- You weren't just work partners, were you?
- It doesn't matter. It's over.
Well...
how come that pool stick hurt you,
but the bullet to the head didn't?
I...
Look, I will explain later,
but for now,
we just need to get out of here.
Come up with a new plan
to find that bloody necklace.
Lucifer Morningstar.
How do you know him
and how is he involved in Pablo's murder?
The sexy British guy in the suit?
Never seen him before in my life.
Let's just talk about how you're involved
with Pablo's murder, okay?
I had nothing to do with that.
I'm a grifter, not a murderer.
I worked my way onto Pablo's jet
to steal the necklace.
- When I left, Pablo was alive.
- Where's the necklace now?
I gave it to the person
who hired me to steal it.
An independent broker.
- Who?
- No idea.
But if you agree to give me immunity
for liberating that necklace...
I can tell you where to find them.
It's fine with me.
Alright then. Downtown tomorrow night.
There's a black market jewelry auction,
exclusively for the rich and shady.
That's where they're planning
on reselling the necklace
Now that it's Pablo's last work, I bet
the necklace will go for twice as much.
The broker realized he could
double his payday if he killed Pablo.
Money.
It's always a solid motive for murder.
Right. Find the broker, find the killer.
Maze, hi.
Hey.
Have we been avoiding each other?
Yeah. I guess we have been.
I've just been trying to give you,
you know, space, as Linda suggested.
Trying to be understanding of the fact
that you are a backstabbing liar
who's been secretly plotting against
Lucifer and keeping me away from Trixie.
You know what, you're right.
But, Maze, for a second,
can you at least try to understand
what I've been going through?
To be the only human that knows.
Who knows what?
That heaven and hell...
truly exist.
I get it.
You're weak.
You can't handle this.
Maybe I should just move out.
By the way...
you're not the only human who knows.
Linda handled it much better than you.
You've known this whole time?
Well, not the whole time, but...
for quite a while, yes.
I just wish I'd have known
that you knew.
I don't know how to deal with this, Linda.
When I found out...
what Lucifer was...
who he truly was...
I ran away for a month.
An understandable reaction
in the situation.
Have you seen his...
face when it...
It was...
It was quite alarming.
Yeah. Yeah.
And, Maze, how is it being friends
with her, knowing what she is?
Well...
it wasn't easy.
None of it is.
The devil, a demon...
Dating an angel. Having his baby.
Right.
Wait, what? You're pregnant?
Yeah.
With an...
angel baby.
Ha!
Truth be told I'm freaking out, Chloe.
I mean, it's all just...
It's all just hitting me...
all at once, you know,
just how dangerous...
How dangerous my friends are
and how...
How dangerous this baby inside me
might be. I mean...
There's a good chance
it could come out with wings.
Wings!
Is that even safe for a human to deliver?
Should I have a C-section? Will insurance
cover any of this? I mean, who knows?
Who knows, Chlo?
Okay. Linda? Linda.
If anyone can handle this...
it's you.
You're different than me. You're stronger.
You could have run, but you didn't.
Why didn't you?
I don't know. I guess...
with all the bad...
comes a lot of good.
I got a best friend out of this.
And the...
most fascinating patient in the world.
And this baby.
Who saw that coming?
I guess, as freaked out as I am...
I'm really looking forward to being a mom.
And meeting my son.
Wings and all.
So how about Lucifer?
It's, it's...
It's complicated.
I mean, I guess what it really
all comes down to is one...
simple question.
Do you want him in your life or not?
Hello.
I think I might be able to help you...
with your case.
So you're the other woman
from Pablo's private jet?
That's me.
We had a hard time IDing you.
Oh, I'm not from around here.
So let's start with...
do you know who killed Pablo?
You know, I heard someone mention
the name Bashir Al-Fassad.
Does that help?
Not so much.
Do you know of anyone
who would want to hurt Pablo?
No, I really only just met him
at the airport bar,
right before he invited me
and that other girl onto his jet, sorry.
Okay.
You know, you seem really smart
and very kind.
I can see how someone
would be drawn to you.
Thank you.
You also seem a little sad.
Excuse me?
Don't worry.
There's someone out there for everyone.
What?
Okay. Yeah, I think we're done here.
I just had the weirdest interview.
- No. Nothing. I didn't do anything.
- I'm sorry, what?
Never mind.
Why do you have two mugs?
Oh...
You know me. Gotta Java.
This smells like whiskey.
What? Chloe, that is not mine.
I would never, ever drink on the job.
I know.
That's Lucifer's, isn't it?
I'm so sorry. Chloe, he...
He brought me a caramel triple frappe
with extra whipped cream
and rainbow sprinkles.
Ella, it's fine.
As long as you didn't tell him
about our plans for the auction tonight.
♪ Who-o-o-o-oa ♪
♪ I got a dream
I got a fire that you can't see... ♪
Starting...
at 300,000.
We need to grab the necklace and disappear
before the detective arrives.
Four-five.
Can I get 500?
There it is.
Right.
You distract the guard.
I'll smash the glass,
then we'll make a break for it.
Sounds risky.
I like it.
Ah!
Bugger. Well, there goes our plan.
I think he's taking the necklace
backstage.
You know, to put on one of the models.
I think you might be right.
Wait here.
I've got this.
Hello there, I'm Lucifer.
- Lucifer Morning-
- Yes.
Yes to what?
Anything.
Still got it.
How did it go?
Oh! You got it!
You're incredible.
Please, I'm the devil.
Yes, you are.
Ah. Well done, partner.
Mm. Cheers.
Let's get out of here.
Detective.
Afraid you're a bit late.
You've missed all the fun.
I am not here for fun.
- I am here to solve a murder.
- Hello again, detective.
Please don't call me that.
Care to explain
how you two know each other?
Yes. She's my date and we're leaving.
I need that necklace
to flush out Pablo's killer.
And what makes you think I care?
Well...
despite our...
issues...
I think you still do.
So if you have it,
I could really use your help.
If we help you,
you'll let us leave with the necklace.
- You know I can't promise that.
- Oh, can't you?
Come on, Luce.
Where else do we have to be?
It'll be fun.
Oh, bloody hell.
Ladies and gentlemen, item number 45005.
Pablo Silva's Desert Mirage.
Starting bid, one million.
One million.
Can I get one five?
One five. How about two?
Two five?
Three?
Three five?
Four?
Four!
For crying out loud. 10 million!
Going once, going twice.
Sold for 10 million
to the dapper gentleman in the back.
Stop it.
Champagne.
Can't celebrate without my bubbles.
Sir, the winning bidder's here.
Turkish Pete?
Why am I going to all this trouble
trying to find your boss's necklace
when you had it all along?
I love working for Mr. Al-Fassad...
but the Desert Mirage is worth millions
he'll just give it to his wife.
So you Odessa to steal it from Pablo
while you and Bashir went to beat him up?
You could sell it here.
You fool.
Not only do you not get the money, but now
you're going to jail for Pablo's murder.
- Actually, he's not.
- He's not?
No, Pete's alibi checks out.
The grocery store security footage
shows him there
during the time of Pablo's death.
He's not the killer.
Course not, I would never kill Pablo.
He was our cash cow.
Always in debt, always getting bailed out.
Bailed out by who?
His business partner, Toby.
Toby said he had no idea
that Pablo was into any trouble.
Oh, well, imagine that.
You've been lied to.
Dan, I got the seller,
but he's not the killer.
Have the team get ready
to take this place down anyhow.
Copy that.
You know who the killer is though,
don't you? Is it this Toby fellow?
- I thought you didn't care.
- I don't.
Just checking your logic,
since you've probably made
a lot of mistakes without me.
Well, contrary to what you think,
I don't need your help.
Lucifer, help!
Eve?
Hand me the necklace.
Drop the weapon.
Toby, let her go.
Back off! Back off.
I am walking out of here
with this necklace. It belongs to me.
Toby, I know everything and I understand.
You understand? What do you understand?
That I spent our entire budget
on this necklace?
That I'm ruined without it? That I only
snuck in here to get what's mine?
No. I understand you.
The reasonable one.
The one always taking care
of their partner.
Cleaning up his messes.
Everybody loves Pablo.
The fun one.
But if they knew who he really was...
He was a train wreck.
He wasted all our money on hookers
and blow.
That doesn't sound like such a bad guy
to me.
And after that voice mail...
I rushed down there, found him beaten up,
the Mirage gone. I just...
I got so angry.
Drop the gun and let her go.
Eve...
you know that thing
you've always wanted to do?
Turn over. Hands behind your back.
- Oh, my...
- Are you alright?
Yes. Did you see that?
I did. You nailed it.
Daniel...
I'd like that necklace,
thank you very much.
What? Do you really think
we would just hand you stolen evidence?
Turn over.
Detective.
we need that necklace.
Ah, I'm sorry, Lucifer.
I wish I could help you.
Come on.
See?
We've got this.
We do, don't we?
Mm-hmm.
Bring it, angel baby.
This some weird fetish
I don't know about?
Maze, hi. What are you doing here?
Erm...
well, I decided to...
end Chloe's misery.
I'm moving out.
Going somewhere where I'm wanted.
Somewhere like here.
Oh.
Wow.
Yeah, you know...
Linda's not really prepared
for a house guest.
This is happening, okay? Deal with it.
Auntie Maze is here to help
with the baby, whether you like it or not.
Auntie Maze.
I love it.
We can use all the help we can get.
Good. It's settled.
Now, where do I put my knives?
So... if I can just get you to sign
my final paperwork of the night.
The silent treatment.
I get it.
I shouldn't have told Lucifer that stuff.
It was really unprofessional
and I'm so sorry.
Ella, I'm not mad at you.
I just... I've...
just been thinking about things.
Between you and Lucifer?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I miss him.
I mean, he pisses me off all the time.
And there are so many things about him
that...
that I find hard to accept,
but I just have to believe
I can find a way.
Because...
I'd rather have him in my life than not.
Well, then...
I think you know what you need to do.
I don't believe this.
We were cheated out of that necklace.
Well...
on the bright side,
now we can break into the precinct and...
steal it right back.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
Yes, it does, actually.
I had a really nice time with you tonight.
As did I.
Setback aside,
I think that we should celebrate.
I'll get some champagne.
What's this?
I can explain that.
How long have you had this?
It dropped out of Toby's pocket when
you flipped him and I just grabbed it.
And you weren't going to tell me?
Of course I was. I just...
Maybe not right away.
- Why?
- Because...
you made it very clear
that once we found the necklace,
we would go our separate ways and...
I didn't want the fun to end.
What else are you hiding from me?
Nothing.
You're lying.
Okay, everything I told you is true.
Except for maybe
one little, teeny, tiny part.
I did come back to Earth for the fun
and the excitement.
But, more specifically...
I came back...
for you.
To be...
with you.
You know?
Like old times.
That was...
thousands of years ago.
Yes, but it was also
the best time of my life.
Lucifer, I never felt more like myself
than when I was with you.
Eve...
I'm sorry,
if you've come all this way for me...
then...
you've made a mistake.
Why?
It's because of her, isn't it?
No.
I told you, that's over.
No.
I mean your insecurity.
I'm not insecure.
Now who's lying?
I'm not blind.
I know what rejection looks like.
What it feels like.
The detective doesn't accept you
for who you are, does she?
No.
She doesn't.
Well, I'm not her.
You don't know me, Eve.
Who I truly am.
Show me.
Very well.
You asked for it.
I told you.
I think you're amazing.
All of you.