Lucifer (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 7 - Our Mojo - full transcript

[police siren wails in distance]

[Chloe sighs]

Mm.

[moans, chuckles]

[snores, snorts loudly]

[gasps, exhales]

Oh. Hi.

Hello.

Was I snoring like a truck driver?

You know what, don't answer that,
'cause I just remembered you don't lie.

[Lucifer] Mm.



[both kissing]

Good morning, Detective.

Good morning.

Are you cold?

Cold? No, why?

Odd,

given that Hell was
supposed to freeze over.

-[laughs]
-Hmm.

Right, 'cause I said that I wouldn't
have sex with you until Hell...

Yes, yes, you think you're very funny.

Oh, I know I'm very funny. [chuckles]

I also know that you are ticklish.

-Mwah!
-[laughs]

-[laughing] Oh, my gosh! Okay, okay!
-[Lucifer laughs]



Okay.

I am starving.

So what do you feel like?

Eggs or pancakes?

-Mm.
-An old fashioned?

Whatever you want is dandy.

[chuckles] Oh, come on.

You must have some preference.

[sighs]

What do you truly desire?

I...

I want to have sex with you
another four times.

Six, actually.

What...

Did I just mojo you?

I don't know. [chuckles]

I...

[chuckles] You're messing with me.

[laughs] Am I?

Yes!

[snorts] You're messing with me.

-You are so silly. [laughs]
-Oh.

Okay. Hungry.

Oh. [scoffs]

Okay.

You know what? Breakfast burritos.

I'm getting breakfast burritos.

Doctor!

I need your help with a most pressing...

-[mechanical pumping]
-What is that sound?

Oh.

My boobs.

I'm pumping. Wearable breast pumps.

Best invention since the epidural.

Hmm.

The detective has mojo.

She-- What?

We had sex, and then this morning--

Wow. Wait...

You guys had sex?

Finally!

This is wonderful!

Well, it was wonderful, yes.
Of course it was, but like I was saying,

tiny hiccup, she can now do what I do.

Expose people's desires.

Well, how did that happen?

I don't know, Doctor. 
Why do you think I've come to see you?

All I know is,

she didn't have mojo, then we had sex,
and now she does.

How did you even find out
that she could do that?

Well, only by accident.

She's seen me do it quite a bit, so
she did it as a joke, and it happened to--

Hold on.

Do you think it's possible

I've given my power to everyone I've ever
had sex with and just never knew it?

Uh... Who, me?

No.

Well, we did the deed, several times,
and in, you know, all sorts of positions.

Yes, I remember.

How could I forget?

Anyway... But, Lucifer,

your mojo is like a superpower.

I don't have it.

[mechanical pumping]

Or do I?

-I guess I've never tried.
-Well, let's try now. Come on.

Lean in. Look into my eyes.

Ask me what I desire.

[squeals] This is good. I mean...

Lucifer...

what do you desire?

No. Nada. Totally limp.

Oof. Ouch.

Well, that's several million
bullets dodged.

So it's just the detective
who's the problem.

-Why does it have to be a problem?
-Because...

desire is my thing.

My mojo is the reason
I'm useful to her in the first place.

If she can do it, too,
what's my role in the partnership?

Who even am I?

Okay, so you don't think that you can
share this with her and still be you?

Lucifer, that's what
being in a relationship is,

sharing without losing yourself
in the process.

-Uh...?
-Besides,

the fact that Chloe can now mojo people,
too, doesn't mean that you have to stop.

You're right.

[chuckles] You're right.

I am, and always will be,
master of the mojo.

-Mm.
-King of desire.

Yeah.

Sultan of humans' innermost wishes.

Thank you, Doctor. Yeah...

"What is it you desire?"

"Excuse me, what is it you desire?"

[mechanical pumping]

Still pumping.

[police horn bleating]

-Decker!
-Hey.

So, did you and Lucifer finally get over
your issues and under the covers

for the old no-pants dance?

We sure did.

Well, I'm so sorry, Decker.
You know, sometimes...

Wait, I'm sorry.

Rewind.

Did you just say yes?

Uh-huh.

OMG!

Oh! [spluttering]

I was so ready to have
my Deckerstar dreams crushed again.

-Why?
-'Cause it's been one bummer after another

with you two.
I didn't want to get my hopes up.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, it has been a long road,
but, well, here we are.

Cool beans.

Wait, why do I get the feeling that
you're not just asking to ask? What's up?

Busted. Okay.

I couldn't wait to tell you
about my thing.

-Oh, you have a thing?
-I might have a thing.

So, remember that reporter
who seemed way too nice to be my type?

Yeah, so, um, you know,

I-I decided to give it a shot,

-and we met up last night...
-Ooh!

...and let me tell you,

-he is not always too nice.
-[gasps]

Morning, Miss Lopez. Morning, Detective.

Good morning again, Lucifer.

[Lucifer chuckles]

Uh, sorry for the delay.
I had to make a pit stop at Linda's.

So, what have we got?

Any witnesses or suspects on whom
my uncanny interview skills are required,

if you know what I mean?

Uh, I actually have no information
on the victim yet.

Ella, is, um... Is...

-Ella, is Dan here yet?
-Ah!

Oh, El Espinoza called in sick, 
I'm afraid.

Ugh, did he look in the mirror again?
I told him not to do that.

[Lucifer chuckles]

We should...

Right.

[camera clicks]

[Ella] Diane Luna, famous soprano.

Time of death, 10:00 p.m. last night.

Check out this puncture mark.

My guess, toxicology reports will confirm
that she was injected

with some sort of paralytic agent.

-Is that how she died?
-Worse.

Much worse.

You see this blood stain pattern
on these lilies?

That's from Diane coughing
as she was choking on her own blood.

The killer inserted a knife
into her throat,

made two very precise cuts,
slashing her vocal cords.

Sounds like someone went
to a lot of trouble to make a point.

Yes, I smell an annoyed neighbor
who's tired of her singing.

Shall I go mojo them all?
I should, shouldn't I?

Well, there's no sign of forced entry,
so most likely Diane knew her assailant.

[sighs] Well, a jilted lover, then,
based on the flowers.

Except she was a famous opera star.
I mean, look.

They have flowers all the time.

Ella, who found the body?

Oh, uh, Norman, Diane's neighbor.

-Over there.
-[Lucifer] Ah!

Right the first time.
Annoyed neighbor, it is.

Yeah, apparently he found the door ajar,
came across the body, and phoned it in.

That's what he says.

This way, Detective.

I suspect we're about to hear 
this suspect's confession.

-Excuse me.
-I wasn't.

Hi. Detective Decker.
Can we ask you a few questions?

Sure.

It must have been pretty irritating
living right next door to a soprano, hmm?

You wanted to silence her
once and for all, didn't you?

Learn from the master. Tell me, Norman...

Normsky...

-[mystical ringing]
-...what is it you desire?

[mystical ringing fades]

What?

That's a weird thing to ask, man.

Not working.

But...

that means...

Detective, I think you stole my mojo.

Never mind.

Hello, Wyrzbeski.

Tell me, apart from
a more pronounceable name,

what do you desire?

Is this about Secret Santa?

'Cause you're not supposed to ask people
what they want.

That, uh...

That gives it away.

Jeez.

"Santa"?

Uh, excuse me.

I couldn't have done this.

-I spent the whole night in Northrend.
-Where?

-Excuse me, Officer, what do you desire?
-Northrend.

In Azeroth?

Ah, yes, we're... 
We're talking video games?

I led my guild on

-a 17-hour campaign last night.
-[Lucifer] Excuse me, Officer.

So you were home and awake all night?

-Did you hear anything?
-Did I?

First, the awful vocal exercises,
like every damn night,

but then, as an annoying bonus,
two hours of arguing.

-What were they arguing about?
-Excuse me!

And did you get any details at all,
names, anything?

No.

Once I realized the noise wasn't stopping,

I cranked up my headset
so I could hear my raiding party.

It's getting so a guy can't plunder
a Lich King's barrow in peace anymore.

Mm. Tough times.

Yes, so we're going to need
your game log to confirm your alibi.

Unbelievable.

[police radio chatter]

Excuse me. [clears throat]

Lucifer, what are you doing?

Literally nothing. I'm powerless.

Did you really lose your mojo?
How is that possible?

When we had sex, it passed from me to you.

That's ridiculous. I...

We were only playing around this morning.

I don't have your mojo.

There's only one way to be sure.

Right now? No!

I'm not gonna mojo you here.

-It's not gonna work anyhow.
-Please try.

Try.

Fine.

What do you desire?

I... want my mojo back.

[Chloe gasps]

Ha! [clears throat]

Oh, my God. 

[spluttering]

I...

It's real. It's...

[chuckles]

-...cool.
-No, not cool.

Lucifer, we just got together.

You're already finding things
to freak out about.

I'm not finding anything, Detective.
All I've done is lose stuff.

Do you realize how long
it took for us to get here?

We finally have something good going on.

I mean, can we please
just enjoy it for a minute?

[chuckles lightly]

Of course.

Of course.

[monotonous humming]

That cannot be right.

[Amenadiel groans]

[toy squeaks]

Linda said that you were out with Dan,

dodging baseball bats.

Mm, we were supposed to go
to the Dodger baseball game.

Oh. That's much more lame.

No, what's lame is
Dan ditched me last minute.

So I just...

I just came back here
to get some work done.

"Work"? Building more stuff for Charlie?

How much does that kid need?

I had two rocks when I was growing up.

One sharp, one not.

Take the sharp one and try to stab things.
Take the dull one, try to make it sharp.

That, um...

That explains a lot.

It explains why I'm not a spoiled brat,

which is exactly what Charlie's
going to become

if you keep buying him more toys.

This is not a toy, Maze.

This is a stimulating,
educational recreation-scape

that if you...

[groans, chuckles]

You know, the truth is
when Dan didn't show up,

coming back here was
the only thing that occurred to me.

[sighs] How pathetic is that?

Mm.

I can't even remember how I spent my time
before I had Charlie.

Okay, well, according to Diane's calendar,
at the time her neighbor heard the fight,

our victim was meeting with someone
named Mario Canales.

Well, if it was a standing
weekly appointment,

I'm sure Diane knew Mario Canales well.

Let me see what's online.

Okay, so he's got a website,

and it looks like he's a vocal coach.

Oh! Well, if the appointment was
a weekly coaching session,

that would explain the noises
that Norman was complaining about.

Yeah. What about the argument?

Oh, okay. I...

Ay-ay-ay!

Check out Diane and Mario's text chain.

Correction,

-sext chain.
-Oh!

Nothing wrong with inserting
a little creativity into throat exercises.

[Ella]
That is some strong emoji game there.

Although, it's really making me crave
my mom's eggplant tacos.

-Oh!
-Wait, so they were having an affair?

It says here that he's married with kids.

Well, maybe the vocal coach was worried
that Diane would sing to his wife,

so he cut her off before she could.

Right. Right, let's go talk to Mario.

-Ow!
-Oh!

[Ella] Oh!

Oh, my gosh!

-Pete, are you okay?
-Ow! What's wrong with that door?

-Oh, uh, sorry.
-Hey, um... Hi.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to interrupt you at work.

But I scored these two VIP tickets
to the Star Trek convention downtown.

I-I have no idea if you're into it,
but it's totally my thing,

and I was wondering
if you wanted to come with me.

Star Trek?

Please, Miss Lopez knows more
about that stuff than you ever could.

[speaking Klingon]

See? She even speaks Chewbacca.

[speaking Klingon]

[speaking Klingon]

[both speaking Klingon]

But-- But Star Trek is your thing.

Well, I mean,

Lucifer, the 24th century
is big enough for the both of us.

[Chloe] See?

Sharing's not that hard.

[Ella and Pete speak indistinctly]

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Decker.
We're looking for a Mario Canales.

Uh, he's kind of busy right now.

[Chloe] Not so busy anymore.

Bravo, Mr. Canales.

A-list vocal coach by day,
Z-list jingle singer by night.

Oh, wow.

Look, it's happening already.
Our mojo's working on him.

Aw, you called it "our" mojo.

[chuckles] Now, go on.

Go in for the coup de grâce.

You've got this.

Mr. Canales, I'm Detective Decker,

and I need to ask you a few questions.

What do you desire?

To tell you anything you want to know.

Very good.

What we want to know is,
why did you kill Diane Luna?

W-Wait, Diane is dead?

The performance is over, Mario.
We've seen your eggplant.

We know you were having an affair
with Diane.

Did she threaten to tell your wife?

What? No.

My-- My marriage has been over
for almost a year.

Well, the happy family photos
on your website suggest otherwise.

[sighs] Look, I only keep those up
for appearances' sake.

Then why'd you fight
the night of her murder?

Well, isn't it obvious?

Mr. Canales taught Diane all his tricks,
and then she rose above him.

The pupil leaving the master.
I mean, who'd enjoy that?

I did.

I was so proud of Diane.

And besides, she was my best calling card.

That's why we fought.
I didn't want her to throw it all away.

Why would she throw it all away?

She-- She was about to go public with some
major accusations against an opera star.

I tried to talk her out of it.

An opera star? Who?

You didn't hear this from me...

but Niels Schuman is a tyrant and a bully.

Niels Schuman, the world-class baritone?

Yeah, he's a world-class jerk.

He throws things at people.

He flies into fits of rage for no reason.

-Oh?
-Diane wanted to bring him down.

I told her it would end her.

Sounds like it did.

So you think Niels is behind this?

[crows cawing]

I miss you so much.

So damn much, Charlotte.

You fought so hard to be a better person.

And you made me believe
I could be better, too.

[sighs]

And I'm trying.

But I always fall short.

And now I've seen something.

Something that proves just how important
it is to get it right.

To be good.

[whimpers softly]

And the good news is I'm--

I'm pretty sure
this means that you're in Heaven,

just like Amenadiel said.

But the bad news is
I don't think I'm gonna be joining you.

[sobs]

I'm terrified, Charlotte.

[spluttering] For me, for Chloe...

for Trixie.

I need help. I just need help.

I need guidance.

I need... I need a sign, I need something.

Help me.

Please.

Help me.

[mystical whooshing]

Daniel Espinoza,

your prayers have been answered.

-Lucifer?
-I am not Lucifer.

Look.

He did this to me.

My twin brother hates me
because I am his opposite.

The good to his bad.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

I'm the Archangel Michael.

The Archangel?

I know that you're struggling.

I know that you're afraid
of going to Hell.

But I bring you good news, Daniel.

Your redemption is not lost.

There is a way for you to right
all your wrongs.

A way for you...

to protect your loved ones.

[elevator dings]

Lucifer.

Um, so Mario's alibi checks out,

and we can't question Niels

'cause he's in the air,

flying back from a performance 
in New York.

So, really, there's nothing we can do
until he lands.

I disagree.

[gasps] Lucifer.

As fun as it is to watch you use my...

I mean, our, but really my mojo,

I'd like it back. So...

let's have sex again, me on top this time.

[Chloe chuckles]

Do you really think that's going to work?

As if your mojo is some sort of STD?

[scoffs] Well, we have to try something.

[sighs]
This is really getting to you, huh?

[sighs]

Trust me,

it's not like I don't want to have sex
with you, because I really, really do,

but... putting this kind of agenda on it,

it just sucks all the fun out of it.

Yeah, and please do not make a pun
right now because I...

I am a little worried

that you're having such a hard time
sharing this with me, because...

relationships are about give-and-take.

Well, that's easy for you to say.
So far, it's all, "I give and you take."

I mean emotionally, Lucifer.

Oh...

I know exactly what you mean. [chuckles]

So, couples therapy?

When we've been a couple for, what,
five seconds?

It's definitely not what I meant.

I see.

But I'm afraid, in order for this to work,
you both have to be willing to be here.

-Well, she said she was happy to do this.
-No, no, I'm happy.

I'm happy to be here.

I'm thrilled, actually,
to have someone rational

weigh in on all of this
and agree with this.

I mean, Lucifer's being ridiculous, okay?

Can you please tell him

that it makes zero sense
that I stole his mojo during sex?

-[mock chuckle]
-Okay, well,

actually, I don't think 
Lucifer is being...

that ridiculous.

-You don't?
-No.

It's not like we covered celestial powers
in med school.

-[Lucifer chuckles] 
-But having sex with someone

you truly care about

requires surrendering control,
giving up power.

And on an emotional level,

Lucifer's reasoning does make
some amount of sense.

Thank you, Doctor.

And the fact that he came to this
emotionally mature insight on his own...

Impressive.

Shows a sign that he's grown.

Bully for me.

Now can we jump to the part
where you teach the detective how to,

you know, return my mojo?

Yeah... Scratch emotional maturity.

Okay, so, look.
Try to put yourself in Lucifer's shoes.

For instance,

what if your gun and badge
were taken away,

only to be given to Lucifer?

Liking the sound of that. Go on.

I'm sorry, I'm-- I'm not following.

Being a detective is a big part
of your identity.

It empowers you.

Now imagine losing it.

Okay, Lucifer's issues
can sometimes seem...

"Outlandish" would be putting it mildly.

-[scoffs]
-But the one thing that I've learned

is that there's usually something
buried underneath,

sometimes deep, deep, deep down,

but ultimately meaningful,

and worth trying to understand.

♪ Gimme some of that power ♪

Hey.

You said you wanted
to introduce me to someone?

Amenadiel. Hmm.

Meet your old self.

You sounded like you needed a break
from all that "dad" stuff.

-Put it on.
-Maze, I really don't think this is---

Maze, what are you--

[Maze grunts]

We used to have some good times here.

[Amenadiel grunts]

This is not what I meant.

[Amenadiel groans]

Of course not,

because now, all you are is
a lame-ass baby daddy. [laughs]

[Maze shouts]

[Amenadiel roars]

[Maze grunts, chuckles]

Don't lie.

You're enjoying this.

[neck crackles]

[both grunting and exclaiming]

[Maze strains]

[Maze panting]

[Maze grunting, moaning]

This isn't working!

This isn't working.

Yeah, I don't...

I don't think this is what I need.

I wasn't talking about you.

This isn't working for me.

[sighs]

[opera singing playing]

[stagehand] Keep coming, keep coming.

This way, a little bit.

[singing continues]

You know, I've been thinking,
and Linda does have a point.

Feeling powerless is no joke.

I just... I'm so used to
dismissing your crazy antics

that I haven't been taking you--

Seriously?

A gun?

Well, I like to call it "our" gun.

Don't worry, it's all properly permitted.

Well, outlandish, for sure, but...

if this is the emotional crutch
that you feel you need

to deal with the loss of your mojo,

then I will do my very best
to be understanding.

-Thank you.
-[chuckles]

Not in my eyeline!

-Ow!
-[growls]

Charming.

-LAPD.
-LAPD.

[Niels] Ah.

This must be about Diane.

Awful, what happened to her.

[Lucifer] A relief for you, I'm sure.

Excuse me?

We know she was gathering witnesses
to go on record against you,

and had collected a lot of evidence
about your abusive behavior.

Enough to make you want to go
snippety-snip on her vocal cords.

[scoffs] Her accusations couldn't hurt me.

Because they're false?

No, they're absolutely true,
but irrelevant.

After all, I am the best,

and it's not illegal

to demand nothing but the best

from those who get to work with me.

Well, the allegations are serious enough
to hurt your career,

make sponsors drop you,
open you up to lawsuits.

The worse the reputation, the better.

Let it scare off those losers
who can't cut it.

No, I have no reason to want Diane dead.

Detective...

would you like to use your
newly acquired charms on this lovely chap?

-No. no. no.
-[Chloe] Well, yes, I would.

I just don't want
to rub salt in your wound.

Well, obviously I'd love you
to rub something else,

but we're learning to share, aren't we? 
Hmm?

[clears throat] Right.

Niels...

what do you

desire?

Frankly...

for this to be over with
so I can go back to my photo shoot.

Oh... Say, "truly desire."

-"Truly."
-Yes.

[clears throat]

Niels...

what do you

truly desire?

Is she having a stroke?

I don't understand.

Unless this means that you've lost it
and I've got it again.

Well, step aside, Detective.

Niels, tell me.

What do you truly desire?

Is this the way you people solve crimes?

Hmm?

[Lucifer grunts]

[sighs]

Hi.

So Niels' alibi checked out.

Oh, so "arsehole," yes. "Murderer," no.

Well, there's another thing.

Remember Mario, Diane's vocal coach?

-Yes.
-Well, he called asking for an autograph.

Oh! Right. No problem.

What are you... No, no! 
Not your autograph, mine.

-Turns out he's a Hot Tub High School fan.
-Oh.

Well, you see what that means, yes?

That he has excellent taste in movies?

No, Lucifer, he wasn't entranced
by my mojo.

He was just starstruck.

That's why it never worked
when I tried it on Niels.

I've never had mojo.

It worked on me. I felt it.

[sighs] Look, try it again.

Go on, look at me.

What do you desire?

I...

I...

want this to stop.

I can't bloody believe this.

I've never been more upset to be right.

Listen, Lucifer, I...

I'm sorry you're going through this,

but we are gonna figure this out together.

As a team.

Everything's gonna be okay, all right?
I promise.

[grunts]

[panicked breaths]

[whimpering]

Help!

[man] Are you okay?

Oh, thank God.

Please, you have to help me. I'm...

I don't know what happened, I just...

Thank you.

[gasping] No!

[police chatter on radio]

This scene's a carbon copy of Diane's.

Yeah. So is the body.

Same injection mark,

same binding technique, 
same cause of death.

And no B&E.

Feels like a Hell loop.

We're dealing with a serial killer.

The flowers that we thought were Diane's,
I mean, this is his signature.

I should have known. I should have known.

The first crime scene was so clean.
It was too clean.

[splutters] It was so meticulously staged.

Don't beat yourself up, Ella.
It's not gonna do any good.

Who knows?
Maybe he made a mistake this time.

Yeah, I thought he had, too,

when I found this on her clothes,
but dead end.

Glitter's just an occupational hazard
for Madison.

Oh, no, she was a stripper.

No, elementary school teacher.

All the killer left behind
was stuff he wanted us to find.

Right. Well, white Stargazer lilies
are pretty rare,

so we can call local retailers,

have them let us know
of any sales in the last 24 hours.

We're looking for opportunity,
victim connections.

We'll build a profile.

This killer's MO is extremely unique.

Slashing vocal cords.

Why would anybody do that?

I don't know. Maybe, uh, he wanted
to take away their voice?

No.

He wants to take away their power.

♪ I'm bad as bad can be ♪

♪ So bad 
That it's hard to believe ♪

♪ Oh what they say about me
I'm bad ♪

Okay, so my friend at the FBI
got a couple hits off of ViCAP.

Olivia Sacks, murdered in Phoenix,

last year 27, same MO.

Same signature.

Yeah.

This is Joy Goodman, 32.

She was reported missing three years ago,

but her body surfaced
in San Antonio last summer.

He dumped it?

So slashed vocal cords,
but no lilies found with the body.

That's why it was hard
to connect the dots,

too many differences
between the two scenes,

too much distance, too much time.

Now he has struck twice in the same city.

Yep, and he's picking up the pace.
His cooling-off period is shrinking.

We're gonna catch him, Decker.

Ella, why are you so optimistic
all of a sudden?

Well, I... I talked to Pete.

Yeah, and he said to stop focusing
on what I got wrong

and instead focus
on what I can still get right.

I can still help, Chloe.

I can still help catch this killer
before he hurts anybody else.

I'm just so glad
you found a good guy, Ella.

Yeah, me, too.

It's just really nice to have somebody
in your corner, you know?

I don't know, he just makes me feel
less powerless.

Cocozza told me to give you this.

Oh, great, 
the leads from the flower shops.

Let's go follow up, shall we?

I could really use your help out there.

[chuckles]

-How can I refuse?
-[Chloe chuckles]

How many more of these to go, Detective?

I'm starting to think
our killer grows the flowers himself.

Well, this is the second-to-last shop
on the list,

-so fingers crossed.
-Hmm.

Uh, excuse me, Danilo?

I'm Detective Decker.

You called about a bouquet of lilies
you sold yesterday.

Yeah, I placed the call,
but it's my grandma who sold them.

-Great, can we speak with her?
-She doesn't really speak English.

Oh! Well, that's not a problem.

My wonderful partner here
speaks every language.

-I'm so lucky you're here.
-Mm-hmm.

[speaking Tagalog]

[speaking Tagalog]

But fair warning, she doesn't like cops.

-[blade slices loudly]
-Oh...

She's pretty mad that I called you guys.

Well, also not a problem.

-My partner is not a cop.
-No.

He has many connections,

he can grant favors,
and obviously is very charming.

-[chuckles]
-He's like my very own Swiss Army knife.

Would you please speak to the lady?

Well, after a buildup like that,
how could I refuse?

Thank you.

[speaking Tagalog]

[woman speaking Tagalog]

Excuse me, do you use that ribbon
on every bouquet?

Yep. Grandma insists on it.

It's the glitter.

Lucifer.

Uh... do you remember the golden glitter
that Ella found at the crime scene?

-Mm.
-Look at the ribbon.

Has to be our guy.

Right. Well, the lilies were bought
by a middle-aged man.

Unfortunately he paid in cash,

but my new friend, Jovita,

remembers the time he came in,
and that she saw him leave in an Uber.

Uber? Great.

Okay, we can track his ride, then.

♪ When it hurts ♪

♪ Just to breathe ♪

♪ Tell me something... ♪

Twenty-seven!

I'm surprised you're keeping track.

Humans count sheep,

I count shots.

And how many exactly before you, uh...

Before you tell me
what yesterday was all about?

Mm-mm.

Kind of trying to keep my mind
off things here.

Maze, if this is about--

This isn't about about Eve.

God, why does everyone keep thinking that?

Actually, I was going to say your mother.

Oh.

Well, I guess it is about her,

only because it was her stupid idea
to have soulless offspring...

making it her stupid fault

that I am doomed to be alone forever.

Eternal torture.

I see the irony.

Trust me.

So... yesterday, you were, what?

Trying to rekindle what we had?

Everyone's rejected me, Amenadiel.

But I was the one who rejected you.

So, I thought...

maybe that was a mistake.

Maybe...

Maybe only...

an angel could love a soulless demon.

You didn't reject me.

You...

You went to find your own path.

And you did.

You did.

And you've come such a long way, Maze.

Grown so much.

Apparently not enough.

Ever heard of a demon getting a soul?

I...

I can't say that I have.

But...

No one ever heard of an angel and a human
having a baby before.

Or of the Devil falling in love.

I don't know if a soul is what you need
to feel whole, but...

I do know this.

If anyone is going to find
what they're looking for,

it's you, Mazikeen.

[Maze] I'll still kick your ass, though.

I know.

[elevator dings]

Well, that bodes well.

Okay, so we're looking for a Les Klumpsky.

Gesundheit.

Sorry, it's just an unfortunate name.

Well, his Uber profile lists Unit 507
as his home.

You know, we wouldn't have gotten this
without you.

I see what you're doing, Detective,
and you can stop.

You don't need to flatter me.

-But, Lucifer--
-I know you're trying to help,

but I think this may be something
I need to sort out on my own.

That is what I desire.

Five-oh-seven. Shall we?

Hold on.

We got the warrant.

Go ahead. Let's get this bastard.

Right.

[Chloe] All clear.

His next victim.

And a receipt for flowers.

Purchased just a few hours ago.

[Chloe sighs]

He's gonna strike again.

Soon.

[Chloe] We have to ID her ASAP,

so I'm going to run this photo through
facial recognition, but it's a long shot.

Is there anything useful over there?

Nothing.

This monster's robbing people of
their lives, and there's nothing I can do.

Lucifer, you don't have to do this
on your own.

We're a team, you know?

When will Miss Lopez arrive, exactly?

She said they were close,
so any minute now.

"They"?

We're here! We're here.

I'm so sorry, we came
straight from the convention.

Uh, if there's... Thank you.

If there's anything I can do 
to help, um...

Great, yes. We're on the clock,
so I'll take any help I can get.

Our killer is attacking women
in their homes.

And we think this might be
his next victim.

[Chloe] So if we're gonna get to her
before he does,

we have to figure out where she lives.

So just scour this place for any clues
you can find, okay? Let's go.

[Ella] Okay. Here.

-[Pete] Thanks.
-Sure.

Okay.

Pete, I found more pictures in here.
A lot more.

Come check it out.

-Hey, Pete, can you hand me my--
-Got you.

Thanks.

Okay.

I am so, so sorry for the weirdest...

darkest date ever.

Are you kidding me?

We're trying to save a life here.
This is--

Wait a second.

Is that...

Holy cow, Ells.

[both] I think we found something.

[Chloe] Coming.

-What'd you find?
-Check it out.

Chloe, I think that is his next victim.

Look at the wallpaper.

-And the carpet. Does it ring a bell?
-Ring a bell?

She lives in this apartment building.

[Chloe] On the ninth floor.

-Lucifer, let's go.
-Okay.

I'll take this way.

Hello?

Hi, uh, do you know this woman?
Does she live here?

Have you seen her around at all?

-Uh-uh.
-Okay, thanks.

Hello?

[door creaking open]

[gasps]

[grunts]

Gotcha.

[Lucifer cackles]

[man choking]

How does it feel to be powerless?

[Lucifer struggles for breath]

[both grunting]

[Lucifer strains]

Vocal cords are always
the first thing to seize up.

Don't feel bad.

Most would've dropped already.

You're clearly very strong.

I never was.

That's why they never listened.

[thud]

They have to listen now.

Lucifer!

Shh.

Lucifer.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Are you okay?

Lucifer, what?

What...

-[man strains]
-[Chloe grunts]

[Chloe yells]

[both grunting]

LAPD!

[Chloe panting]

We got him.

We did it, Lucifer.

He admitted to all four murders.

Coward.

Pete, I'm really sorry
you had to see this.

I just wish I didn't
have to write about him.

The killer?

[sighs] My editor has already come up
with a catchy nickname for him.

Apparently after your vocal cords have
been cut, you're still able to whisper,

so she wants to call him
the Whisper Killer.

Certainly more sinister than 
"Les Klumpsky."

I-I just hate contributing 
to the kind of BS

that feeds these guys' egos.

Hey, you know what? This is your piece.

You write this however you want.

You got this.

Hey, Decker, will you sign off
on these evidence logs?

-Of course.
-Thanks.

You-- You don't--

You don't seem to like me very much.

It's all good.

I don't want you to think I'm needy.

It's just, Ella really likes you.

And I like her.

In a... In a very different way, 
obviously, you know.

Okay, well, what I'm trying to say is
I would like it if we could get along.

So if I did anything wrong, just tell me.

Wrong?

On the contrary...

it appears that
you're doing everything right,

at least, when it comes to Miss Lopez.

I guess we made a pretty good team today.

Well, there's that,

and the fact that you enjoy sharing,
which boggles the mind.

Besides, it appears that you...

empower each other.

Yeah, it's...

kind of scary.

Scary?

Yeah, 'cause, like...

You ever get the feeling
you're not good enough for someone?

-[scoffs]
-Okay, I guess a guy like you wouldn't.

But for me, I'm terrified.

But I just figured,
deciding if I'm good enough or not,

that's not up to me.

I mean, that's up to her.

So, all I can do is

open up and let her in,

and then she can judge for herself.

Right?

Right.

Okay, fingers crossed
he sleeps through the night, again.

Um, there's lasagna leftovers 
in the fridge if you get peckish.

Nice.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Don't you miss cocktails?

Grown-ups?

Actual conversation?

Cocktails?

I was just drinking with Maze,

so I've had enough booze
for the next several months.

[both chuckling]

I know what you mean.

How is Maze?
I know she's been going through a lot.

She, um...

She picked a fight with me for no reason.

And she kissed me.

We almost had sex...

I think.

You what?

You know Maze.

She thought she needed to fight.

Or a different F-word.

It turns out she just needed
someone to talk to.

Well, you're such a good friend.

Such a good dad.

You, sir,

have got this caretaker thing down.

You know what I've been thinking?

Maybe it's okay that I don't really have
much of a life

outside of Charlie right now.

He really needs me, and...

being a dad, it's...

It's the only thing I need.

And that's not unhealthy.

-Is it?
-No.

No, of course not.

By all means,

enjoy this phase while it lasts.

While it lasts?

No, I just mean
if you and I do a good job,

Charlie's gonna need us
less and less every day, you know?

Okay, I'm off.

Have a good night!

Thank you!

[door closes]

[elevator dings]

Detective!

Oh, hi.

-What are you doing here?
-I'm just going over this case.

There's something about it
that's bothering me.

It's probably nothing, but you know me,
just gotta make sure.

Of course.

Just to be clear,
I wasn't asking what you were doing,

just why you were doing it here.

Not that I'm complaining.

This desk has never looked so good.

[chuckles]

Well, I thought that maybe
this could be our new normal.

I mean, if... if you like it.

Well, you work and I drink,
what's not to like about that?

Especially...

if you take a break every once in a while.

It's a lovely evening outside.

Because you're vulnerable around me...

I sometimes forget how strong you are.

How powerful.

Less and less, as you're well aware.

Feeling human...

feeling weak,
having to rely on other people,

it must be so hard, so...

scary for you.

[scoffs]

I suppose what I call powerlessness

is what everyone else calls a Tuesday.

[both chuckle]

Lucifer, I understand why you're so upset.

You lost your mojo.

Of course it's a bad thing.

But I just wonder if it could also

be a good thing.

[laughs] Wha--

Now you're just spewing nonsense.

I-I've been thinking,
and the fact that I can mojo you...

maybe it means that I've just put a...

tiny dent in the giant wall
that you've erected around yourself.

I think, perhaps, for the first time ever,

you're starting to open up to me...

to let me in.

Quite right.

I think I may have dropped my guard.

♪ If I was you I'd hide ♪

♪ If I was you I'd be afraid ♪

♪ Afraid of what's inside ♪

I'm gonna go freshen up.

I'll be right back.

♪ If I was you I'd run ♪

♪ If I was you I'd hide ♪

♪ If I was you I'd be afraid ♪

-[elevator dings]
-♪ Afraid of what's inside ♪

Well, that was fast.

-♪ Afraid of what's inside ♪
-[Lucifer] Oh!

Dearie me. [laughs]

Still suffering with
a bout of the old trotskies, are we?

I was only joking, Daniel.

Dan?

What are you doing?

[shuddering breaths]

I'm sorry, I have to.

No!

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

[Chloe] Lucifer!