Lucifer

Oh! All right.

I got that bubbly!

You want to join us?

Hell to the yeah!

Just let me slip into something a little more comfortable.

Ooh!

Hello.

I heard you were here, so I thought I'd pay you a visit.

No, no, no way, man! You got to go!

Well, frankly, I was expecting a tad warmer reception,

- Mr. Said Out Bitch. - Don't get me wrong.

I am grateful for all the money and the gold you gave me last time.

But I'm gonna have to catch you on the flip side,

because for once, things are going really well for me.

And every time I run into you, bad things happen.

Right. Well, this is gonna get awkward, then.

Why?

Something bad is about to happen,

but I assure you, it has nothing to do with me.

What are you talking about?

Someone is about to walk through that door and murder you.

Huh?

You kill me!

There ain't no way that's gonna happen.

Oh, I assure you,

it most certainly will happen.

In fact, it's happened over 200 times already,

and it will happen again in five,

four, three,

two...

What the hell?

Precisely.

Victim is Lee Garner, 53, career criminal.

Armed robbery, burglary, but mostly small-time stuff.

Although he might not be so small-time anymore,

'cause this Foshizzle is all his.

This what?

The Foshizzle. Name of the boat, Foshizzle.

- Oh. Cause of death? -

Gunshot wound to the chest. Oh, and if that wasn't messed up enough,

the killer also did this.

Clean cut at the wrist, post-mortem.

We're still looking for the hand.

What do you think?

Mm.

I think I boned him.

Maze, just because you happened to have slept

with that one murder victim a few weeks ago

doesn't mean that you slept with them all.

How am I supposed to keep up, Chloe?

With the murder victims or the people you've slept with?

- Either. Wow.

Maze is really settling into her role as your new Lucifer.

Well, in her capacity as a bounty hunter for the LAPD,

she has graciously been helping me

- with my cases. - Yeah. It's like Lucifer never left.

But he did leave.

I mean, at least you guys got to say goodbye.

Me? Ghosted completely.

And it's been what,

like, two months since he moved to Florida

- to help with his family's business? - Mm-hmm. Florida, yes.

That's where he is.

He hasn't responded to a single one of my texts or DMs.

Not even that video I sent him of the parakeet dancing to techno.

You guys, it, like, opens up its wings, and it's like...

And he goes, like, side to side and it's frigging hilarious, but...

As far as I'm concerned, Lucifer can, well...

He can go to Hell.

You guys don't think he's having work done, do you?

Hey, Ellen.

Read the room.

Chloe, I am so sorry.

I didn't mean to bring up the "L" word. It's just...

It's just that I miss that crazy dude, you know?

It's... It's okay.

I completely understand.

And to be honest, I have been working so much...

We... We've been working so much,

I haven't even had a chance to stop and think about it... really.

You know, I haven't even... Haven't even thought about it.

Anyhow, speaking of work... Uh, any leads?

None yet, but I'll have more when I get everything back to the lab.

Okay, great. Call me if anything comes up.

You got it.

Okay. Cool.

Until then, Maze, I do believe we have other work to do.

You ladies wanna dance?

'Cause on a scale from one to ten, you two are nines,

and, uh, we're the ones you need.

- Nah, we're good. - We're good.

So you guys are back, again.

Amenadiel!

What's up?

Yeah, we just can't help it.

Ever since you took over Lux,

it's just been so much fun.

I'm starting to see why Lucifer enjoyed spending so much time here.

Yeah.

Excuse me, ladies.

Oh!

Did I just witness a drug deal?

No, man. Of course not.

Look, I'm gonna bail, so...

Look.

Lux is under new management, which means new rules.

No one sells drugs in my place...

without me getting a piece of the action.

There you go.

Let the good times roll.

Amen.

So, I didn't just die?

Well, as I was trying to tell you before we were so rudely interrupted,

you are now in your very own Hell loop.

So, welcome to Hell.

I'm in Hell?

I-- I don't understand.

Eternal damnation? Infinite suffering? It's a pretty straightforward concept.

No, I mean, like...

"Hell" Hell?

The one and only.

Then get me the hell out of here!

It's not up to me, I'm afraid.

In Hell, you are your own jailer. You brought yourself here.

Then I'mma take myself on up outta here, then.

How in the hell?

Same response every time, and it's not that simple.

But why am I here?

Well, that's between you and your own guilt.

It's what brought you here,

and it's what will torture you now through the end of time.

And now we're crossing into the country of Boring, so time for me to self-deport.

Please.

Enjoy your eternity of suffering.

Wait, man.

You can't go.

You can't just leave me here alone.

No, you won't be alone.

My demons will always be on hand, torturing you and such, so chin up, mate.

At least tell me who killed me.

Not my job anymore.

I'm sorry, but this really is about you and your eternal pain,

okay?

But I had everything.

I mean, this beautiful boat in Marina del Rey,

women, money...

I had it all.

Marina del Rey?

Los Angeles.

You know...

there's a good chance I know who's on your case.

We were quite a team, once upon a time.

I mean...

to them, it's only been a few months, a blink of an eye,

but down here, it's been...

much, much longer.

This is your lucky day.

It doesn't really seem like it.

I'm gonna do something I haven't done in ages,

for old times' sake.

I am going to solve your murder.

So how is this gonna work?

Is the killer gonna come through that door and shoot me again? 'Cause that hurt.

Usually, yes, but me being the Lord of Hell does have its perks.

Oh, sh--

You see, everyone in your Hell loop is played by a demon.

I have control over them.

Give us a wave, Belios.

What's up?

So,

if you can freeze them,

then it should be easy to figure out who the killer is, right?

I mean, I can just lift this up and--

Oh, shit!

Again, not that simple.

See, your Hell loop is made up entirely of your own memories.

You never saw your killer's face, hence a big nothing.

No offense, Belios.

And take the rest of the day off. You've certainly earned it.

So, how are we gonna find my killer, then?

With good old-fashioned detective work, mon frère.

And lucky for you, I learned from the best.

So, step one.

Who wanted you dead?

Lee owed a lot of people money.

My brother always ran with a sketchy crowd.

He'd spend money he didn't have,

get into debt, steal to pay it back.

Mm.

Is it too bright in here for you, Detective?

Oh. No.

No, I just have, like, a light, um, sensitivity thing.

Um, so... Uh, when they found your brother,

he was on a very expensive yacht that he owned.