People like to tell me things.
Must be something about this face.
"Lucifer Morningstar", is that uh, a stage name or something?
God-given, I'm afraid.
I have the ability to draw out people's forbidden desires.
I do yoga.
I'm freakishly flexible.
I'm like walking heroin. Very habit-forming, it never ends well
He's the Devil! He's the Devil! He's the Devil!
I just can't understand why you would save a human life.
There's something deifferent about her that I don't quite understand, and it vexes me.
Maybe it's not her that's different.
Have you seen the face of the Devil?
Oh, every morning in the mirror, pal.
Exactly!
You like to hide insecurity in humor, don't you?
[Laughs] I don't have insecurities.
Everyone does.
What's an Eiffel Tower?
It's marvelous. It's when two chaps high-five at the top, then the young lady--
Okay-
I saw Lucifer do some things that I can't explain.
Is Lucifer a magician?
That's sort of what I'm trying to figure out.
This woman here
won't have sex with me.
You're gonna help me get Lucifer back to Hell.
I'm a police officer, and you--
--are naked.
What happened?
That's where I cut my wings off.
- What? -Well I didn't, Maze did, I told her to.
What are you?
She shot me.
And I bled.
And your name?
Mazikeen.
- How do you spell that? - Surprise me.
What the Hell did you do to me?
Someone's got them, Mazikeen.
They stole them from me!
I leaned forward to hear what they were saying.
And accidentally, I made a sound.
And that's when the shot went off.
What if someone else was here?
There was no one else.
She saw me, I went for my gun.
Boom. No, you took me out before I could take her out.
No hard feelings. I understand.
Who do you want me to kill?
His name
is Lucifer Morningstar.
As much as I hate Lucifer,
I'm not gonna let you kill him.
It was you, brother.
I'm never going back to Hell.
God has faith in him.
In all of us.
- Even in our darkest moments. - Oh, you really believe that.
I do.
Why don't you?
Because He didn't have faith in me.
At first I didn't understand why God put you in my path.
But then it hit me.
Maybe He put me in yours.
What does it take to please you?
Nobody can win, so what's the point?
If you've lived a life like I did,
You go to Hell.
Oh, yeah.
In my case, it was for a couple of seconds.
Down there, though, it was years
and years.
- I, uh- - [snorts]
Oh, God.
You make me vulnerable.
Appears you make me vulnerable, too.
You both used me.
Lucifer Morningstar, you're under arrest.
Take me back to Hell.
No.
You let them think I was crazy!
I removed a firearm from evidence lockup, and I gave it to detective Malcolm Graham.
I believe detective Graham then used that weapon to shoot and kill Jacob Williams,
the crime that
Mr. Morningstar is suspected of.
Who escaped Hell?
Mom.
Mom?
- No!
Bulletproof vest and blood packs.
Why would he do all this?
Listen, what you have to understand is that my brother and I had a very difficult childhood.
And to deal with it, he created this persona for himself.
Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil, incorrigible and invincible.
Money or your life, bitch!
I, I choose money?
Does anyone choose life?
Cocaine!
- I do not look like a cop! - Cop
[Sighs]
For the Insta.
- No! - No? - Nope, not cool
I no longer have my powers.
[Screaming]
I've fallen.
Bring Mom to me,
or I'll take back what Dad gave you.
You can't stop me, brother.
What have I done?
Every killer must be punished.
You don't know a thing about who I am, detective, or what I've done.
We can't control what happens to us.
Only how it affects us, and the choices we make.
I wish you wore a costume.
Turn around.
Cool!
No more lies.
No more metaphors.
Being me seems to be a problem, doesn't it?
Everywhere I go, someone gets hurt.
The last person I opened up to, I hurt.
A lot.
Maze, how can we be friends?
You're a... you're a demon.
Attacked number 3, like this
Right, and then at some point, number 5 got involved.
Hell wasn't home and Haven was... well, Hell!
This is my home!
Lucifer loves that place.
Yeah, this place.
Oh my God.
I had sex with the Devil.
Ta' vonlu!
You slept with my M-Marlotte!
You bastard!
What's Amenadiel doing with Chloe's mom?
A very long time ago,
God tasked me with blessing a couple with a miracle child.
Today I met the mother again.
Now, that child became Chloe Decker.
He put her in your path.
None of it was real?
Have you ever,
you know, made out in a library?
That's the exact opposite of what I'm suggesting.
Thank you, doctor.
Now I see the resemblance.
One of the hardest things we ever do,
is learn to be ourselves.
Look at you, so pitiful.
Stuck in the very Hell you once ruled. Trapped by your own guilt.
I'm your son.
You rejected me.
I'm proud of the man you've become.
This means that I'm the favorite son.
I get that money. That money don't get me.
Oh, ain't it funny how they all wanna be.
Oh my God, thank you so much for thinking of me. But you know what? I'm so busy.
She thought you abandoned her.
Mazikeen, I didn't realize.
I should've realized.
I'm not angry.
I'm bloody furious.
I walked into this with my eyes wide open.
Chose to be your friend,
and face all that comes with that.
The good, the bad and the crispy.
I'm Lieutenant Marcus Pierce.
See, one of the few benefits of having the "L" and the "T" in front of my name is I don't have to explain myself.
The Sinnerman killed my brother.
Here is Mr. Sinnerman as a child.
Interesting birthmark.
It's a very similar shape to your military tattoo.
The world's first murderer.
Cain.
I'm exactly where I wanna be.
How did you get that horse?
What horse?
What the Hell, Ella?
It's the bullet.
From when you shot me. Happy birthday, detective.
I've been searching for a way out. Forever.
Imagine my surprise when I found out there's a detective who somehow made the Devil bleed.
Maybe she could do for me what she did for you.
I needed you out of the way.
- The shooter at the ranch? - Yeah
With Chloe right beside me it didn't work.
The possibility of death has never felt so real before.
I don't want you two getting together.
For once, I put myself first and did what makes me happy.
So, sue me. Or torture me.
Or better yet, why don't you just skewer me with one of your knives?
I can't be with you anymore.
You cheap son of a bitch!
Cream? Sugar?
Or do you take it dark and bitter like your soul?
You marked me, didn't you?
Yeah, it was me.
You killed you own brother.
Yeah. Notice anyone else here who plotted to kill his own brother?
No, that was different.
Well, it was only different, 'cause you failed.
I will find a way to end your infinite misery if it's the last thing I do.
I like you, Charlotte.
If we bring Abel back to life, that would erase your crime.
You'd be mortal and can finally die.
Hello, Cain.
Turns out Abel killing me didn't remove the mark.
I would do anything to avoid returning to that Hell.
If you'd been there, you would do the same.
I made you a promise. And I am a man of my word, no matter what you may think.
I am sick of your Goody Two-shoes ex-wife, and that stupid little brat of yours anyway.
Maze.
Lucifer's always gonna be in the way, isn't he?
There's only room for one immortal in the detective's life and that position's already been filled.
Let me help you.
Help?
- You're the reason he won't take me home - What?
- Take me home - I can't
I can't lose you, Maze.
You only care about me
when you don't have Chloe.
- How do we know each other? - You were my mom
I'm not crazy.
Oh, yeah. Get some, Decker!
- You have DNA on your shirt - What?
Oh, oh my-, oh!
I know the only thing that matters to you more than Chloe.
You.
I can't do this.
Why did you hurt her?
Your mark is gone.
If we can't lift your curse, then I can't kill you and hang it on Lucifer.
Framing Lucifer for murder is the only way to blow up his life on Earth.
I love you, Chloe.
Why didn't you just tell Amber how you feel?
Because I was afraid.
Afraid she wouldn't love you back.
What do you truly desire?
I want her to choose me.
- Then tell her - Yes
Chloe said yes?
I don't wanna die anymore.
I'm in love with Chloe, I wanna be with her.
I can't marry you.
- No ring? - No ring
This may be the closest to Heaven that I'll ever get.
You did choose me.
Chloe, I am the Devil
No, you're not. Not to me.
Let's go home.
It was Pierce.
Charlotte was investigating him.
Pierce... Pierce is the Sinnerman.
Pierce doesn't get emotional. He did it, didn't he?
He killed Charlotte.
No, no, detective!
Maybe I've been avoiding the biggest truth.
I promised you that I would find a way to kill you.
I am a Devil of my word!
Deep down, you know you're a monster.
And that you belong in Hell, where you will torture yourself with that truth for eternity.
Because no matter what you tell yourself,
you can't outrun what you've done.
What you truly are.
And neither can you.
Lucifer.
It's all true.
- Detective? - It's all true!
♫ Crime solving Devil. It makes sense. Don't overthink it. ♫
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