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±×°Å Á» ¼¼±º, Lopez¾ç

 

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My Father always has a plan.

 

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Maze

 

Mazikeen!

 

Lucifer Morningstar.

 

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°í¸¶¿ö¿ä, Amen

 

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Dan Espinoza¾¾ ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

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Previously on Lucifer...

 

We need to figure out who kidnapped me.

 

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

 

AMENADIEL: Lucifer,
I'm not angry with you,

 

that you somehow got your wings back,

 

or even that you cut them off again.

 

I was tested once, and I failed.

 

I'm not gonna fail again.

 

I suppose this won't bother you.

 

But you cut them off.

 

The pesky things seem to be

 

a bit more tenacious this time around.

 

I'm Lieutenant Marcus Pierce.

 

DAN: Heard a lot about you, Lieutenant,

 

and I'm really excited to work with you.

 

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

 

Excuse me?

 

People come to me to ask for favors,

 

and more often than
not, I'm happy to oblige.

 

What do you get?

 

Simply to be repaid at a later date.

 

A devilish IOU, if you will.

 

LUCIFER: Who's the Sinnerman?

 

That's who hired me to kidnap you.

 

He's a scary dude. Huge crime boss.

 

And where do I find him?

 

SAM: You don't. He finds you.

 

¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Down, down, d-down, down ¢Ü
- ¢Ü Are you? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Down, down, d-d-down,
down, down, down ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you down, are you
down, are you d-d-down? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you down, are you
down, are you d-d-d-d-down? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you... ¢Ü

 

This way.

 

[vocalizing]

 

¢Ü Down ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Are you, are you ¢Ü

 

¢Ü D-D-D-D-Down, are you... ¢Ü

 

[vocalizing]

 

Ah...

 

[sighs] You're an angel.

 

[Lucifer sighs]

 

Oh, gosh.

 

Uh, my apologies.

 

And for the record,
I don't usually suffer

 

from premature unfurling.

 

[grunts, chuckles]

 

Right. Now, where were we?

 

No, keep them out.

 

I'm totally into cosplay.

 

I could dress up as a devil
and make it really sexy.

 

I have no desire to
have sex with myself.

 

Not right now, at least.

 

Where are you going?

 

To do some grooming.

 

[sighs]

 

I'd recommend you leave. Now.

 

I'm about to engage in
a rather gruesome form

 

of manscaping.

 

LINDA: You cut them off, didn't you?

 

I did, yes.

 

But then they grew back,
so I cut them off again.

 

It's like whack-a-mole back there.

 

[chuckles]

 

I'm worried about you.

 

What you're describing
is self-mutilation.

 

Doctor, someone is
forcing those wings on me.

 

They took away my devil face.

 

And I won't stand for someone
making me something I'm not.

 

Are you any closer to
finding out who did this?

 

Yes. Well, a little.

 

He calls himself "The Sinnerman."

 

From what I can gather,

 

he's a criminal mastermind
who just moved his operation

 

to Los Angeles, but no one
seems to have ever met him,

 

which makes punching him in the
face frustratingly difficult.

 

Well, maybe... [groans]

 

Doctor,

 

are you sure you're all
right to be back at work?

 

I mean, it really hasn't been that long

 

since Mum flambeed you.

 

Yes. It certainly was a...

 

traumatic experience.

 

Fortunately, I'm trained to
deal with that sort of thing,

 

and I'm doing just that.

 

And there's nothing I can do to help?

 

Yes. You can let me get back to you.

 

Oh, if you insist.

 

Oh, I haven't even told
you the worst part, have I?

 

Not only did he stick my wings back on

 

and take my face, he's
stolen my shtick as well.

 

He gives out favors to people

 

for a price to be named later.

 

Sound familiar?

 

Lucifer, you didn't invent
the idea of giving out favors.

 

[chuckles] Yep, forgot
who I was talking to.

 

I suppose you did.

 

But you haven't given
out favors in a while.

 

And the Sinnerman knows it.

 

I think he's taunting me.

 

Do you think he's human?

 

Or something else?

 

I don't know.

 

But whatever he is, I'm gonna
stop at nothing to find him.

 

CHLOE: We found him.

 

LUCIFER: Who? The missing link?

 

Proof of human-rodent copulation.

 

It's Mike Alonso.

 

The guy that skewered your
kidnapper under the pier.

 

[scoffs] This is clearly
not the Sinnerman.

 

Clearly not, since I'm pretty sure

 

that no one with that
name actually exists.

 

He had motive, no alibi,

 

and, oh, yeah, he confessed

 

under interrogation. He's our guy.

 

Well, then he must be
working for the Sinnerman.

 

You're not gonna drag me

 

into whatever new weird drama this is.

 

And could you please

 

stop saying "Sinnerman"?

 

Sinnerman.

 

Big Nina Simone fan?

 

- Well, actually, I am. But I was just saying
- What? Nothing.

 

- to the detective...
- Nothing. It's nothing.

 

Are you hiding something
from me, Detective?

 

No.

 

I don't care, I was just asking.

 

New case came in, you're up.

 

Thank you.

 

[sighs]

 

Okay. Why did you just stop
me telling the new lieutenant

 

we're on the cusp of the
greatest case of our lives?

 

Because the Sinnerman is an
urban myth, he doesn't exist.

 

He's a boogeyman that criminals use

 

to hide their bad behavior.

 

"Oh, the Sinnerman made me do it."

 

Yet another thing he's stolen from me,

 

being blamed for the bad deeds of men.

 

- He can keep that one, actually.
- [scoffs] So the idea

 

of telling our new boss...

 

Who I'm just starting
to get a rhythm with...

 

That you want to arrest the Easter Bunny

 

doesn't really thrill me.

 

I have no intention of arresting anyone.

 

I want to grab him by his
neck and see what happens

 

when I squeeze hard enough.

 

If you can bring me
any tiny bit of evidence

 

that the Sinnerman actually exists,

 

I will be the first to look into it.

 

But...

 

until then, consider this case closed.

 

And let's focus on this case, please.

 

Okay.

 

¢Ü Ah, ah, ah ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah ¢Ü
- ¢Ü Come on ¢Ü

 

¢Ü I'm gonna handcuff lightning ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Throw thunder in the ring

 

¢Ü Won't slack, won't turn my back ¢Ü

 

- ¢Ü I'll get on my knees and pray ¢Ü
- [train horn blows]

 

¢Ü My heart beats strong as rock ¢Ü

 

¢Ü My blood runs cold and hot ¢Ü

 

¢Ü My eyes see what you got ¢Ü

 

¢Ü I'll get on my knees and pray ¢Ü

 

LUCIFER: [whistles] Daniel?

 

Guy's name is JD Woodstock.

 

He lived right around the corner.

 

Neighbors said he was pretty quiet.

 

Unemployed, but we found this on him.

 

Huh.

 

So what are these? Jokes?

 

A charitable description, Detective.

 

"Avocado?

 

How about avoca-don't?"

 

Would it be rude to throw
tomatoes at a corpse?

 

DAN: Looks like he was
a struggling comedian.

 

We're trying to figure out
if he performed anywhere.

 

What'd he do? Make fun
of the wrong person?

 

Get in a fight with an audience member?

 

It's worth exploring, at least.

 

You know, there are a lot
of insult comics out there,

 

and not everybody enjoys being mocked.

 

Hmm. We should listen
to Daniel, actually.

 

He's got a unique
insight into this case.

 

What's he talking about?

 

Well, they're kindred spirits.

 

A fellow broken soul who puts

 

the most embarrassing
parts of his life on display

 

for his audience for an easy laugh.

 

He does stand-up, I do improv.

 

They're completely different things.

 

- Oh.
- Improv

 

is all about "yes, and."

 

Stand-up, well, that's
about telling jokes...

 

I-I regret starting
this entire conversation.

 

Wait. Excuse me, Dan.

 

You do improv?

 

How did I not know that? And how did he?

 

- Well, it's a funny story, actually.
- Actually,

 

it's because I-I don't
tell a lot of people.

 

Why?

 

Yeah... hey, Ella.

 

How's it going? What'd you find?

 

Well, no murder weapon, but I
did find three shell casings.

 

Running ballistics on them now.

 

But, based on the firing pattern,

 

I think this dude was tortured
before he finally died.

 

Oh, well congratulations, Mr. Woodstock.

 

At least someone cared
enough about your jokes to...

 

ELLA: Did you just say Woodstock?

 

As in, JD Woodstock?

 

Yeah. Why? You know him?

 

Yeah. He made big
news a couple days ago,

 

claiming Bobby Lowe stole his jokes.

 

And who is Bobby Lowe? A rival comedian

 

who hates himself so
much he stole this drivel?

 

Uh, no.

 

Open your eyes, pal.

 

Yeah. JD claimed that Bobby's show

 

was based on his own material.

 

And that he could prove it.

 

Which is impossible,

 

because Bobby Lowe's show
is all about his life.

 

Wait, so you're saying that
this giant-headed buffoon

 

stole our poor victim's ideas?

 

His life's work and built
a business out of it?

 

Mm. So now he's a "poor victim."

 

Look, I know you don't
believe me, Detective,

 

but I happen to be going
through something quite similar,

 

so if I can't get my own justice,

 

I'm gonna get it for
this poor unfunny soul.

 

Well, I certainly did want
you to focus on this case,

 

but be careful what you wish for.

 

At least the lieutenant isn't here.

 

You know, if you keep saying
crazy things around him,

 

[over microphone]: who
knows what he might do.

 

Right. When have I ever
cared about that, Detective?

 

Ah, that's true. [chuckles]

 

[indistinct conversation
continues over microphone]

 

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JD: I sweated over every joke.

 

Worked my ass off for months.

 

And Bobby stole it all
like it was nothing.

 

Created a show based on my jokes!

 

Well Bobby, guess what?

 

I finally found it.

 

Proof you're a fraud.

 

And I'm going to show it to the world.

 

Well? Which of these boxes
do I click on for the proof?

 

None. He posted this video
the day before he died.

 

And we can't find whatever
proof he claimed to have had.

 

So that's why JD was tortured,

 

so the killer could find and destroy it?

 

ELLA: [coughs] Or he's a liar.

 

Huh?

 

I'm not sure who said that,

 

but I totally agree with them.

 

Bobby Lowe would never
do something like that.

 

- Why do you say that?
- Because,

 

Bobby's show is so personal.

 

It's so authentic.

 

There's no way that you could fake it.

 

Right. Don't listen to her.

 

The man is clearly a thief.

 

Let's go give him a good throttling.

 

CHLOE: I'm leaning towards
just talking to him.

 

And then throttling. I
suppose a little foreplay

 

never hurt anyone.

 

Wait.

 

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You guys are gonna

 

go talk to him, like,
right now this second?

 

Yeah. Why?

 

Maybe I should go with.

 

You know, to collect the evidence.

 

- Right. Well, if he's innocent...
- He's not innocent.

 

If he's innocent, then there won't

 

be any evidence to collect,

 

so probably better if you hang here.

 

Yeah. I-I see what you're saying there,

 

but...

 

I just think, to be safe,

 

I should collect as
much stuff as possible.

 

You know, fingerprints, a
lock of hair, an autograph.

 

Right.

 

To be safe.

 

Okay.

 

To be safe.

 

Yeah!

 

¢Ü Lipstick stuck on ¢Ü

 

¢Ü High heels sharpened ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Eyes lined, it's on ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Think it's time to get my walk on... ¢Ü

 

Hey.

 

Hey.

 

Yeah.

 

Thanks for meeting me, Amenadiel.

 

Is there a shorter version of that?

 

Does anyone ever call you "Amen"?

 

[chuckles]

 

Probably not.

 

Oh, you would be the first.

 

[laughs]

 

So, Linda, what's going on?

 

Um, I just wanted to say thank you.

 

For saving my life.

 

Maze is the one who saved your life.

 

And I thanked her so much,

 

I think she's avoiding me now.

 

But I wouldn't be here without you, too.

 

I didn't do anything.

 

Other than miraculously
slowing down time

 

so that I didn't bleed to death?

 

Well, other than that.

 

[chuckles]

 

How are you really doing, by the way?

 

I'm fine.

 

You have your powers back.

 

That must be exciting.

 

Mm. Um, not exactly.

 

They haven't worked since that day.

 

I'm sorry to hear that.

 

Ah, don't be.

 

I think it's just my
Father testing me again.

 

But this time, Linda, I'm ready.

 

How is He testing you?

 

Do you have to fight someone?

 

Solve advanced math problems?

 

Well, if I'm right, there's
something I need to do

 

in the penthouse and, uh...

 

I've been avoiding it.

 

Well, you helped me.

 

Why don't you let me help you with...

 

whatever this is?

 

Unless it's math.

 

Oh, it's not math.

 

Then I'm sure I can handle it.

 

Oh. Severed angel wings in a closet.

 

Of course.

 

Totally handleable.

 

My irresponsible brother left them here

 

for any half-drunk
human to stumble onto.

 

Proof of the divine just
left on the floor like...

 

like used laundry.

 

For some reason, I imagined they just

 

magically disappeared
when he cut them off.

 

But this...

 

yeah, this is gruesome.

 

Mm-hmm.

 

You know where the garbage bags are?

 

DAN: Hi, Lieutenant.

 

I just wanted to come by and talk.

 

Kind of feel like we got
off on the wrong foot.

 

Pretty sure we're on exactly
the foot I want to be on.

 

I'm not a bad guy.

 

And I'm not a dirty cop.

 

So, you didn't check
a gun out of evidence

 

that was used to commit a crime?

 

I mean, yes.

 

At least it wasn't a homicide, right?

 

Well, it, um... [clears throat]

 

- I-I was... I just...
- Stop.

 

I was gonna string this along,

 

but it's already a
little too sad for me.

 

I'm actually glad you came in.

 

[sighs] Really?

 

I want all the intel that
you gathered on Lucifer.

 

Why would I have any intel on Lucifer?

 

Because when he first
started working with Decker,

 

you were still married to her.

 

And I'm guessing you broke the rules

 

and dug up everything you could on him.

 

[laughs]

 

I didn't. I mean...

 

Yeah. I did.

 

I'd like it all on my desk in an hour.

 

That's the biggest cock I've ever seen.

 

Oh, whoa, whoa, excuse me, guys.

 

- You guys can't be back here.
- CHLOE: We're looking for...

 

Bobby Lowe!

 

Uh, right.

 

Oh, my God, please, no.

 

He doesn't like visitors.

 

Damn, I can't get fired.

 

ELLA: Oh, my God,
it's really Bobby Lowe.

 

What did I say?

 

- I'm sorry.
- No eye contact,

 

no green Skittles in my candy jar

 

and no guests!

 

I'm Detective Chloe Decker, LAPD.

 

We want to talk to you about
the murder of JD Woodstock.

 

Why are you stopping?

 

Show starts in five
minutes, honey. Chop-chop.

 

God, he just called her honey. So sweet.

 

Is this about that stupid podcast?

 

You really think I stole jokes? Me?

 

- Very much so, yes.
- Of course not.

 

- [scoffs]
- CHLOE: What I think is I'd like

 

to explore his accusations,

 

starting with where
you were when he died.

 

[sighs] You know why people

 

accuse others of stealing material?

 

Because the others are thieves?

 

Because they're failures.

 

And instead of facing that,

 

they blame successful people like me.

 

- How dare you...
- Uh...

 

They're ready for you, Bobby.

 

Look, some of us have
important work to do,

 

like entertaining America.

 

If you'd like to see how it's done,

 

take a seat.

 

Charming.

 

I can't believe it.

 

He invited us to a taping.

 

- [audience cheering]
- WOMAN: Are you ready to laugh?

 

Wait, what, what?

 

No, I can't hear you guys.

 

Come on.

 

I bribed you with T-shirts.

 

I phoned in all my best jokes.

 

What more do you want?

 

Oh, yeah.

 

More T-shirts!

 

- Yeah!
- Let's try that again.

 

Look what I got.

 

Are you ready to laugh?

 

- AUDIENCE: Yeah!
- All right, guys.

 

Let's start the show.

 

¢Ü

 

Yeah!

 

Oh, there he is, there he is.

 

[audience cheering]

 

Well, that was the worst
date of my entire life.

 

[audience laughs]

 

Oh, come on now, Bobby.

 

I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

 

BOBBY: She left before we got dessert.

 

PUPPET: But dessert's the
best part of the meal, Bobby.

 

[audience cheers]

 

Well, on the upside, you have
been trying to lose weight.

 

[laughs]

 

I didn't say I left before dessert.

 

This is what that arrogant
fraud is so proud of?

 

[whispering]: Wait,
what's this show about?

 

[whispering]: Oh. Those are his

 

imaginary friends.

 

They help him deal
with his insecurities.

 

- Oh.
- We've all been there, right?

 

- BOBBY: I'll just impress her at the party.
- Right.

 

LUCIFER: Excuse me.

 

Excuse me.

 

Time out.

 

Excuse me.

 

[laughing]: Sorry.

 

You stole a dead man's work

 

and turned it into this?

 

Get lost, Fraggle Rock.

 

BOBBY: What do you
think you're doing, man?

 

Stealing your show,

 

which only seems fair
as you stole it first.

 

Hey, mind your own business, Dr. Who.

 

Pip pip out of here.

 

- Dr. Who?
- [audience laughs]

 

Don't laugh.

 

- [audience gasps]
- [screams]

 

Oh, geez.

 

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

 

Right, what have you
got to say for yourself?

 

Beat it, handy.

 

I'm not talking to you. Get
the hell out of my set, man.

 

Okay. Okay, fine. Don't talk to me.

 

Let's have a chat with one
of your old friends, shall we?

 

- What have we got in here?
- You can't touch those puppets.

 

Does anyone work here?!

 

Ah, here we go. All right,
this one looks good.

 

No, no, n-no, put-put that...

 

- put that down.
- [silly voice]: What? What?

 

Jealous someone else has
their hand up my butt?

 

Actually, this apparatus
is more difficult than...

 

- BOBBY: Seriously, put it down.
- Ah, there's the trigger.

 

Right. Where was I? [silly voice]: You...

 

- [gunshot]
- [audience gasps, screams]

 

WOMAN: I'm telling you,
just get down, get down.

 

[chuckles] Oh, don't worry, everyone.

 

There's just a gun
stashed inside the puppet.

 

- Lucifer, put the gun down.
- LUCIFER: Right.

 

Right. Yes.

 

Well, at least no one was hurt.

 

Uh... he did it.

 

Are you insane? You could've killed him.

 

Me? I'm not the one who hid
a gun up a puppet's backside.

 

Or have all the puppets
got guns in them?

 

If so, I'll set my DVR.

 

No. We never used that puppet.

 

It was my imaginary
friend's imaginary friend.

 

The character didn't land.

 

- I wonder why.
- So you hid a gun in it?

 

I didn't think some lunatic

 

was gonna try to kill me with it.

 

It's just a flesh wound.

 

And you admit that it's your gun?

 

Yeah.

 

Ah, I see.

 

So you killed our poor
victim, ran back to work

 

and keistered it in an old puppet.

 

ELLA: Not the murder weapon.

 

This is a 380, and
the murderer used a 9mm.

 

All that means is that he hid
his other gun somewhere else.

 

So come on. Prostate
exams for all the puppets.

 

- Lucifer...
- BOBBY: I don't have another gun.

 

I didn't kill JD.

 

I don't believe you. You're a thief.

 

You took everything
JD had, even his life.

 

So come on, what more
could you possibly desire?

 

[quietly]: I want out of this hell.

 

Every day I come to work, and I
tell stupid jokes with puppets.

 

Puppets!

 

SHEILA: Bobby.

 

What are you saying?

 

This is a dream gig.

 

It's a nightmare!

 

You know what the biggest joke is?

 

- You?
- Me! [exhales]

 

[chuckles] It's no fun when
they talk to themselves.

 

And now that JD's dead, I'm
never getting out of here.

 

What do you mean?

 

[sighs]

 

He was telling the truth.

 

I stole his act.

 

I based the show on it.

 

But I defended you!

 

J'accuse, Bobby Lowe!

 

J'accuse!

 

If you wanted out of the job so bad,

 

why didn't you just admit it and quit?

 

Golden handcuffs.

 

If I quit, I lose all the money.

 

And I really like the money.

 

CHLOE: And if JD revealed
that you were stealing

 

his act, and they fire you...

 

I get a golden parachute instead.

 

Which is why I had to
keep up appearances,

 

not let anyone know the truth.

 

- But why hide the gun on set?
- Yeah.

 

Because I was getting death threats.

 

Someone's pissed, claiming
all my jokes are about him.

 

The jokes that you stole
like the thief which you are?

 

That's a big strong, Miss Lopez.

 

Yeah.

 

Any idea who was making these threats?

 

They came from an anonymous e-mail.

 

But like I said, I stole the jokes.

 

The only person who
knows who they're about...

 

Is the dead guy. Great.

 

I'm gonna need those e-mails.

 

[quietly]: All right.

 

¢Ü

 

[groans]: God.

 

This must be so painful.

 

Cutting off a piece of
yourself over and over.

 

Lucifer made it seem
like no big deal, but...

 

ouch.

 

We all have pain that we hide, Linda,

 

that we're just not ready
to share with the world.

 

That's very true.

 

How do you know it's a test?

 

Because I'm faced with having
to dispose of the one thing

 

that I so desperately want back.

 

Could just be really bad luck. No.

 

My Father always has a plan.

 

I don't doubt that anymore.

 

Seems awfully cruel.

 

Well, if it were easy, it
wouldn't be much of a test.

 

Would it?

 

"I know what you're doing.
Stop making fun of me,

 

or else I'm going to stab you."

 

"I know you're making fun of me.

 

Stop or I'll kill you."

 

Dreadfully unoriginal, aren't they?

 

Looks like the threats stopped last week

 

after JD posted his video.

 

So you think the killer
saw it and then realized

 

he'd been threatening the
wrong comedian the entire time?

 

And then killed JD after he realized

 

he was the guy actually
making fun of him.

 

Seems possible.

 

So...

 

what's the joke that
he's so angry about?

 

Did our killer have
unfunny imaginary friends?

 

No, that happened later.

 

I did some research, and originally,

 

- the show was much edgier.
- Hmm?

 

About a guy dealing with his
insecurities about his, um...

 

W-Well, I really don't want to tell you.

 

Ooh. Well, now I need to know.

 

Dealing with his insecurities
about his, um, micropenis.

 

All right, well.

 

Hold me closer, tiny donger.

 

So you're saying we're looking
for a needle in a penis stack.

 

See, this is why I
didn't want to tell you.

 

- Anyhow, after it became a family show...
- Mm.

 

The micropenis got removed.

 

Did anyone even notice? [laughs]

 

Okay.

 

Okay.

 

Just go to town.

 

Get them all out of your system.

 

[exhales]

 

What?

 

Well, perhaps...

 

perhaps we should
consider this case closed.

 

Excuse me?

 

Well, we thought Bobby stole a joke,

 

but in actual fact, our deceased
stole this man's very essence.

 

I mean, his tiny,
microscopic essence, sure,

 

but his essence nonetheless.

 

So, uh, in actual fact,

 

I think our killer is the victim here.

 

Yeah, that's actually not how it works.

 

We still need to find our killer.

 

I'll get these to cyber,
see if they can trace an I.P.

 

[sighs]

 

- [elevator bell dings]
- What? No.

 

Not "cinnamon," "Sinnerman."

 

He's not a spice, Maze.

 

Well, yes, I know you
have a hectic schedule,

 

but surely you can find time
to track him down for me.

 

Right. Stop pretending the
call is cutting out, Maze.

 

I taught you that trick.

 

Maze.

 

Mazikeen!

 

[groans]

 

PIERCE: Lucifer Morningstar.

 

I've figured out what you really are.

 

So, it's come to this, has it?

 

Finally, someone in the police
department realized that I am

 

exactly what I say I
am: the Devil himself.

 

[chuckles]

 

Well, I'm surprised
it's taken you this long.

 

I have no idea why you prance around

 

and call yourself the Devil.

 

"Prance"?

 

This is about the Sinnerman.

 

[laughing]: Right.

 

I see what's happening here.

 

A mysterious figure handing out favors,

 

probably dashing and handsome.

 

You think I'm the Sinnerman.

 

Well, truth is...

 

You're not the Sinnerman...
He's smart and calculated.

 

You don't know me.

 

Maybe I am the Sinnerman. Surprise!

 

No, I followed you and
looked into your history.

 

You're impulsive and short-fused.

 

I am not.

 

[stifled laugh]

 

Very well.

 

What is it that you think I am?

 

An idiot.

 

[chuckles]

 

So what, you broke into my
apartment just to insult me?

 

You could've just waited
till I was in the office.

 

No, I came here to warn you.

 

I know you're looking into him,

 

but you have no idea what you're doing.

 

The Sinnerman is not a myth.

 

Very aware of that already, thank you.

 

It's not a name to throw around.

 

Not even at the precinct.

 

That's why I came here to talk.

 

He's that dangerous.

 

So am I.

 

Maybe so.

 

Either way, you need to
know who you're dealing with.

 

I've butted heads with him in Chicago.

 

Did not end well.

 

Then, what? You ran here with
your tail between your legs?

 

I did, yeah.

 

Oh.

 

He killed someone... close to me.

 

Really damn close.

 

I don't want what happened to
me to happen to anyone else.

 

Even you.

 

You need to be careful.

 

He stole from me, Lieutenant,
and I won't stand for it.

 

- You're not listening.
- Yes, I am.

 

Now you listen to me.

 

You can keep your head buried
in the sand if you want to,

 

while I go mano a Sinnermano, all right?

 

I've got this.

 

[exhales]

 

[sirens wailing in distance]

 

LINDA: So...

 

Compost?

 

Recycling?

 

I've never had to dispose
of pieces of divinity before.

 

Waste.

 

I thought this would be a
little more... reverential?

 

Less angel wing dumpster fire.

 

Should we say something?

 

I feel like we should say something...

 

What do you want me to say here, Linda?

 

I didn't choose this test.

 

I don't even know if
this really is a test.

 

I mean, maybe I'm just
torturing myself here.

 

But if Lucifer wants to
treat his wings like trash,

 

then trash they shall
be. Even if it pains me

 

in my very soul.

 

I don't think Lucifer knows
how much this hurts you.

 

He never does.

 

And even though he doesn't realize it,

 

everything he does seems
designed to hurt me.

 

To test you?

 

Huh. Wow.

 

You're right.

 

It's been right in front
of my face all along.

 

My test is Lucifer.

 

It's always been Lucifer.

 

You're very wise, Linda.

 

Thanks, Amen.

 

- Mm...
- Yeah, it doesn't work, does it?

 

[laughs softly]

 

¢Ü Ooh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ooh, ooh, ooh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ooh, ooh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ooh, ooh, ooh. ¢Ü

 

[Lucifer panting]

 

I, uh, had a rather
illuminating conversation

 

with our new lieutenant last night.

 

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

 

Yet. He warned me not to
talk about the Sinnerman.

 

Yeah, he's right.

 

You sound crazy... er.

 

No. He actually knows...

 

Cyber tracked all the e-mails
to the same I.P. address.

 

A comedy club on Sunset
called The Laughmaker.

 

So do we think he works there?

 

Maybe. The e-mails were always sent

 

- Thursday nights at 8:00 p.m.
- And that's when

 

Bobby's show aired. So it makes sense

 

that that could set him off.

 

Yeah, it's also when
they have open mic night,

 

so it could be any one of
the comedians performing, too.

 

Or a diehard fan.

 

Either way, they're consistent.

 

It would make sense that the killer

 

could be at the next open mic night.

 

Which is tonight.

 

- So how do we draw him out?
- LUCIFER: Easy.

 

Arrest everyone in the club
and pull their pants down.

 

Tiniest weenie wins, for once.

 

Or, our guy is clearly sensitive, right?

 

Why don't we use that to flush him out?

 

What, get someone on stage
that'll really piss him off?

 

Yeah. Yeah, that could work.

 

And I think we all know the
perfect man for that job.

 

WOMAN: All right,

 

please welcome to the
stage, for the first time,

 

the devilishly handsome...

 

Dan Espinoza.

 

Remember "yes, and," Daniel.

 

[chuckles nervously]

 

- [man clears throat]
- Hi, everybody.

 

- WOMAN: Hey.
- Hi.

 

[clears throat]

 

So, uh... [chuckles]

 

- Um...
- [microphone feedback]

 

- MAN: Oh...
- [short chuckle]

 

Uh, I have a friend.

 

And... he's got a tiny penis.

 

- WOMAN: What?
- Uh...

 

a micropenis.

 

Uh, in fact,

 

- his penis is so tiny,
- [woman groans]

 

it's not even a micropenis.

 

It's an atomic penis.

 

[laughs]

 

- [mouthing]
- Because atoms are small.

 

Not because it ex... plodes.

 

[Dan clears throat]

 

- His, uh, penis is so small...
- Boo!

 

It's a medical condition, you monster.

 

[audience cheers]

 

- Lucifer... What?
- Can't stop, won't stop.

 

This is much too fun, Detective.

 

No, no, no, keep going.
I want you to keep going.

 

Copy that.

 

DAN: Anyways... So what?

 

Next you're gonna tell
us that his willy's

 

so small that when he wants to have sex,

 

he needs to call out a search party?

 

- [audience laughs]
- Or that his weenis is so small,

 

it looks like his testicles are giving

 

[high-pitched]: the tiniest thumbs up?

 

- [audience laughs]
- Huh?

 

Shame on you

 

for mocking the poorly-endowed.

 

- MAN: Yeah!
- LUCIFER: Oh, hold on.

 

Maybe there's no friend at all,

 

and you're the one with the baby carrot.

 

[chuckles]: What? No.

 

No, I-I... I-I don't have a micropenis.

 

I mean, not that there's
anything wrong with having one.

 

Come on. Now's your chance.

 

Show the world your teeny,
tiny, itsy-bitsy baby arm.

 

I-I... I don't have a tiny, teeny...

 

LUCIFER: It's okay!

 

We accept you for
your miniscule manhood.

 

I don't have a tiny...

 

- WOMAN: Oh, my...
- Lucifer.

 

What, you didn't bring any?

 

[chuckles] Get off.

 

Or show us your nubbin. Hmm?

 

- MAN: Yeah!
- Yeah. Boo!

 

[audience cheering, whistling]

 

MAN: There you go!

 

Oh, lovely.

 

What the hell was that, man?

 

You undermined the entire sting.

 

Well, I'd argue you undermined it

 

with your botched attempt at humor.

 

All I did was throw
a drowning man a tomato.

 

Oh, what are the chances?

 

I didn't even want to
do this to begin with.

 

And I told you stand-up and
improv are completely different.

 

And why didn't you stop him?

 

Because I realized the killer

 

might seek out a sympathetic voice.

 

He wasn't sympathetic.

 

He just used it as an excuse

 

to tell even more micropenis jokes.

 

There is no way anyone's
gonna appreciate that.

 

MAN: Hey, man.

 

I just, uh, wanted to say...

 

really appreciate you
saying what you did.

 

- Huh.
- Ah.

 

Absolutely. No problem at all.

 

I mean, someone has to stand up
for the little guy, am I right?

 

Yeah.

 

Hearing stuff like that just...

 

makes you want to murder someone,

 

doesn't it?

 

- Sure does.
- Hmm.

 

Well done, Detective.
Right, just to be sure,

 

shall I pull his pants down,
or do you want the honors?

 

You're gonna do what?

 

- Follow me.
- What?

 

- Come on.
- I...

 

¢Ü Keep on doing what you're doing. ¢Ü

 

I don't understand.

 

Having a micropenis isn't a crime.

 

So you didn't send threatening
e-mails to Bobby Lowe?

 

No, I did.

 

Back when Bobby was
nobody, I toured with him.

 

And that's when I figured
he heard about my...

 

condition.

 

[laughs softly]

 

Um, how would he have heard about that?

 

All the chuckle bunnies talk.

 

The what?

 

Uh... chicks who like to
have sex with comedians.

 

Oh, there's a term for that?

 

Oh, I should get a term. [chuckles]

 

- Oh.
- Devil bunnies.

 

Oh, no. Lucifans.

 

- Can you please...?
- Or not.

 

One in particular, I told some stories,

 

and then, I heard them
as part of Bobby's set.

 

So then, you started threatening him.

 

I was blowing off steam, okay?

 

Every time that stupid show aired,

 

it was like a punch in the gut.

 

And then you found out that
JD was writing the jokes.

 

And justifiably murdered him.

 

I forgave him.

 

LUCIFER: What?

 

But he stole your life
story and profited from it.

 

Why would you forgive him?

 

I don't mind a fellow
struggling comic busting balls.

 

It's when a millionaire starts
punching down that I get pissed.

 

Or that good-looking
jerk from the club.

 

- What? Who's he talking about?
- CHLOE: Oh.

 

- Dan.
- Oh. Right.

 

- Are you sure?
- [mutters]

 

Besides, JD's life was pretty sad.

 

I mean, I think his
last gig was a barbecue.

 

He even made up this sad story
about a warm-up comic wanting

 

to meet with him about a gig.

 

- [laughs] As if that'd happen.
- LUCIFER: Why?

 

Is telling bad jokes before
even worse jokes a coveted gig?

 

Are you kidding?

 

You work an hour a day
and clear six figures.

 

Not to mention, you probably get a role

 

in the show at some point.

 

- Oh.
- Really?

 

Do you remember the name of
the, uh, warm-up comedian?

 

Uh, Shelly maybe, or...?

 

- Sheila?
- Yeah, that was it.

 

Do you know her?

 

We're done here.

 

What? Detective,
what did I miss? Who's Sheila?

 

Sheila's the name of Bobby
Lowe's warm-up comedian.

 

Right.

 

Detective, are you
sure that Sheila's here?

 

Her roommate said that she'd be
here working on new jokes, so...

 

Well, I still don't understand.

 

She seemed devastated when
Bobby said he was a joke thief.

 

Well, maybe she's not
pissed off about the theft.

 

What? Well, then, what else
would she be angry about?

 

[sighs]

 

Let's find out.

 

Okay.

 

[sighs] As if these puppets
weren't creepy enough.

 

Hello?

 

Anyone here?

 

Hello?

 

[sighs]

 

Lucifer?

 

[yells, laughs]

 

[in deep voice]: Hello, Detective.

 

[laughs]: Sorry.

 

Well, don't worry. At least
I don't have a gun up my bum.

 

If you're not gonna take this seriously,

 

then you wait here for me.

 

Okay.

 

Okay.

 

Hello?

 

Anyone here?

 

[metallic clattering]

 

[man groans softly]

 

[groans] What, what's going on?

 

- Is she still here?
- Who? She? Sheila?

 

Did she do this to you?

 

I told her I was gonna quit,

 

and-and she freaked out
on me, started screaming

 

about everything she-she'd done for me.

 

But I-I can't take it
any-anymore. My craft...

 

Okay, midlife crisis
later. How long ago?

 

Uh, a few minutes maybe.

 

We-we heard you come
in, and then she hit me

 

with the butt of her, of
her gun... in the face!

 

- She has a gun?
- Did-did you hear me?!

 

I said, in-in the face!
This is my moneymaker!

 

- Am I okay?
- Lucifer, she's here!

 

- No.
- She's armed!

 

[boards creaking]

 

Why did you do it, Sheila?

 

Get out of the way!

 

I'm getting out of here.

 

Well, once you answer my question,

 

I'll gladly let you past.

 

Why kill and torture a man
for this pretentious hack?

 

Do you know how hard it is to
crawl out of the stand-up world

 

and get a gig like this?

 

LUCIFER: But he's a fellow comedian.

 

Why would you kill for someone

 

who stole jokes from one of your own?

 

So he stole material.

 

Hell, he stole half my
set, too. Who cares?!

 

LUCIFER: You should!

 

It's yours!

 

One might say your very identity.

 

Jokes don't make a comedian.

 

Everyone has an itchy butt joke.

 

It's all about what you do with it.

 

What you do with your itchy butt?

 

- With the joke!
- Oh.

 

So, what you're saying is,

 

it's okay to steal
someone's work as long

 

as you do it better?

 

And take me with you? Hell yeah, it is.

 

- Oh...
- Now, if you don't get out of my way...

 

I swear... [gasps]

 

[grunts]

 

[sighs]

 

Excellent work, Detective.

 

Okay, so... how do we
get her down from here?

 

Daniel?

 

You're not gonna throw atomato at me, are you?

 

Come now, Daniel.

 

I only did that for the
good of the case. [sighs]

 

Also, I ran out, but more importantly,

 

did you text me to come here?

 

I didn't recognize the number,
so I assumed it was you.

 

You didn't save my number?

 

PIERCE: It was me.

 

Too much hard work to break
into my penthouse again

 

for a heart-to-heart?

 

I did some digging, and you were right.

 

The Sinnerman is here in L.A.

 

Oh, right.

 

Are you not gonna take my advice

 

- from last night?
- Most definitely not.

 

I thought so.

 

You brought the Sinnerman's
murderous thug in.

 

PIERCE: He's all yours.

 

I couldn't get anything
out of him. Maybe you can.

 

[laughing]: Oh. Right.

 

So, what, is this you passing the baton?

 

- Where are you running off to next?
- Nowhere.

 

I'm seeing this through.

 

But you need to shut your
damn mouth about the Sinnerman.

 

We need to play this carefully.

 

Let's keep it between us.

 

- [scoffs]
- The less people who know about it,

 

the less chance anyone gets hurt.

 

- But the detective...
- Has a kid.

 

She stays out of it.

 

[sighs]

 

Very well.

 

[chuckles softly]

 

Hello, Alonso.

 

Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

 

I know the Sinnerman had you
skewer Sam under the pier,

 

so tell me everything.

 

Who the hell's the Sinnerman?

 

[laughs]

 

Fine.

 

Fine. Let's play a
little game, shall we?

 

Look at me.

 

Tell me.

 

Why did you really desire Sam's death?

 

I... didn't want my girl
to sleep with him anymore.

 

And?

 

And... that's it.

 

I got pissed.

 

Went medieval on his
ass to send a message.

 

No one touches my girl.

 

And what about the Sinnerman?

 

Man, I have no idea what
you're talking about.

 

Oh, you must know. Come on, Alonso.

 

What about the Sinnerman?

 

I don't know.

 

You must know!

 

I don't know anything... I swear.

 

[swallows hard]

 

I believe you.

 

LUCIFER: He was telling the truth.

 

I mean, maybe

 

the Sinnerman manipulated
Alonso without him realizing it.

 

Or perhaps he was just a
deranged fellow who felt

 

impaling a rival lover to death
was the way to his girl's heart.

 

It's a bit old-fashioned, really.

 

Lucifer, I want to
talk about your wings.

 

Oh, bloody hell. They're not out again?!

 

So they grew back?

 

They did... this morning.

 

Sneaky buggers.

 

- You can't keep doing this to yourself.
- Oh, I agree.

 

- You do?
- Yes.

 

It's getting exhausting...
and quite messy.

 

No, I need a new solution.

 

Maybe I should hire someone to do it.

 

Or maybe your solution is

 

to accept that, for now,
you have wings again.

 

What, and let Dad win,
or whoever it bloody is?

 

I... I don't think so.

 

It's easy to let external
factors... define us.

 

[clock ticking]

 

Especially the traumatic ones.

 

But only if we let them.

 

We all have itchy butts.

 

Excuse me?

 

No, it's just something
a woman said to me

 

right before I punched her in the face.

 

It's not about the idea.
It's about the execution.

 

It's about how I use the wings.

 

That's... actually...

 

pretty wise.

 

Yeah. So I'll just tuck them away

 

- and pretend they don't exist.
- Less good.

 

Someone else is giving
favors. Who cares?

 

I'm Lucifer bloody Morningstar!

 

I do favors better than anyone else.

 

Amongst other things, of course.

 

Or at least, I used to.

 

And I think that maybe...

 

it's about time I got back in the game.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü Please me ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Oh, won't you ever please me? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü You will give me the
faith and I'll bring it on ¢Ü

 

¢Ü There's a way through the storm. ¢Ü

 

Hello.

 

So, tell me.

 

What is it that you truly desire?

 

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