Lucifer

Previously on "Lucifer"...

He is so into you.

- You're joking. - Uh, no.

Scorching fire, five-alarm.

I can see why Lucifer is so affected by you.

It's because you're special, Decker.

Being a celestial insider...

really sucks.

I was in a really dark place, but someone

helped me gain perspective.

Now Maze is off bounty hunting again.

Being good takes practice.

Keep at it and you'll get better.

I guess I should take that job then.

What job? The Sinnerman is not a myth.

I butted heads with him in Chicago. Did not end well.

Not only did he stick my wings back on and take my face,

he's stolen my schtick, as well.

He gives out favors to people.

And I think that maybe

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

Line's back there, buddy.

Is the, uh,

big guy in tonight?

This is a one.

Nice guy discount?

Make it quick, kid.

You're a prince.

Thank you.

Hey.

Uh, Mr. Morningstar?

I hear you're the guy to talk to.

I hear you help people.

What, like Ellen?

I think not.

No, I grant people favors.

When it suits me.

Well, I-I could use a favor.

Hear me out, Mr. Morningstar.

You won't regret it.

Victoria, give us a minute, would you, girl?

Call me Lucifer.

Joey Pileggi.

So, Joey Pileggi,

what is it you desire?

Okay, so, how do you angels work?

I know Amenadiel can slow time,

and your other brother Uriel could predict patterns.

So why is your gift desire?

Well,

that's a good question, actually, I suppose.

When I first went to angel school,

they sorted us into different houses for different powers.

There's a school for angels?

No.

There's no Hogwarts in the sky.

Right. Obviously.

Are you using humor to deflect my very reasonable question?

Look, if you must know,

we were all born this way,

each with our own God-given abilities.

But what came first?

Do angels' powers shape their personalities?

Or are your personalities shaped by your powers?

Haven't a clue.

Look, all I know is that my powers are perfect for me.

Desire is the ultimate expression of free will.

I help people do whatever... Or whomever... they want.

But that's it?

There isn't more to it?

Sorry.

I-I should have knocked. It's a late night.

Been trying to catch up on all the work

since I got out of the hospital.

Stole a couple hours on the couch.

Um, thank you again...

for saving my life.

It's, uh...

Looks like you're, you're healing really well.

It still hurts like a son of a bitch.

You know what? I'll, um...

I'll just come back another time.

Now's good. What do you want, Decker?

Uh, I wanted to request a personal day.

What for?

Well, it's personal.

I'll take it under advisement.

I didn't think it'd be an issue.

It's just one personal day.

I never ask for anything.

You're too low- maintenance, Detective.

People assume work is your only desire.

Yeah, well, it's not.

Yeah, what a jerk.

Oh, look who's all hot and bothered.

Someone got under your skin.

What do you want with a personal day anyway?

It's personal.

Looks like some sort of poor man's penthouse, isn't it?

Hmm.

Boy, he's young.

- Practically a kid. - Yeah.

What happened here? Who would have done this?

I'm afraid I might know.

You see, I did this young man a favor.

Lucifer, can I talk to you?

What exactly does this have to do with you?

Well, his name's Joey.

Joey Pileggi, he came to me a few months ago

and asked me for a favor, and I granted it to him.

You're still doing that?

I'd never stop granting favors, Detective.

I mean, I may have gotten distracted for a while,

but then I realized granting favors defines me.

I mean, you wouldn't ask Superman not to fly?

A Kardashian not to selfie?

So I started up again and it was going splendidly, until...

What kind of favor? And don't tell me it got Joey killed.

Well, his desire was to become the new Godfather,

a Scarface for millennials.

You introduced him to the mob?

I may have gotten him an internship.

Ella.

What do you have on the cause of death?

Two gunshot wounds to the chest,

and his legs were broken.

Practically shattered.

But here's the weird part. I thought that the killer

broke Joey's legs first... You know, torturing him

before killing him... But look.

Minimal hemorrhaging.

That's when I realized

Joey's legs were broken postmortem.

Why? What's the killer trying to say?

Oh, no.

What?

Well, it may be a commentary on the job that I got for him.

As a runner for the mob.

- Angel school? - Okay, what?

It's not that funny, okay.

Okay. Okay, it's kind of funny.

You really thought angel school was a thing?

How was I supposed to know?

What's crazier,

angel school, or that you can slow time,

or that Lucifer can draw out people's desires?

Okay, I can see how that would seem strange.

No, it's bananas, Amenadiel.

I mean, how does any of it all work?

Like...

why is your power slowing down time?

Maybe my Father wanted me to be a better emissary,

someone who could fix things on Earth

and stay invisible.

So, I can slow down time and do His bidding

without anyone being the wiser.

That seems really...

sad.

What do you mean? I mean,

it... it just seems lonely

to visit humanity without ever really getting to know anyone.

I guess I was never told to avoid humanity.

It just seemed easier.

And quite honestly, I never saw the point.

Until recently.

Hey, stranger...

Maze!

- You're back! - Yeah!

Oh, I missed you, too, girl.

Where was your bounty this time, Mazikeen?

Uh, Cleveland.

Now I'm banned in Ohio.

Ah. So, uh, what's going on?

What are you guys up to?

Okay. Well, Linda...

Linda was just catching me up on how sh...

on how she believed in "angel school."

Oh.

You... guys catch up, huh?

Yes. Yeah, we... we've been hanging out.

Yeah, we're friends.

Right.

Right. Friends.

It's not just any shoe.

Joey's high-tops were limited edition.

Easily worth a Grand a pair.

I mean, my brothers would flip over these.

Sweet kicks indeed.

Sorry I'm late.

Charlotte.

What are you doing here?