Lucifer

- Previously on Lucifer... - Container went missing.

Security cameras were disabled.

What container?

The container.

Your return to the Underworld

has been requested.

Remind Dad

that I quit Hell because I was sick and tired

of playing a part in His play.

There was a case, a shooting on Palmetto Street.

Malcom got shot

meeting up with some gang members.

Paolucci thinks he took the bullet like a hero.

I think he was on the take.

Now,

no one wants to work with me.

You give me what is mine!

Oh, God.

Who stole them?

They were yours.

No, don't!

Someone's got them,

Mazikeen.

Someone's got my wings.

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What are you waiting for?

Hop in.

Hello, Sergei.

Waters a bit rough, are they?

What-what the hell are you doing?

Isn't it obvious?

I'm going to brutally torture you

until you give me what I want.

My wings... where are they?

What wings? I don't even know what you're talking about!

Why do they always

insist on being so difficult?

All right.

As you can see,

I'm not playing,

so let's try again,

shall we?

My wings, please.

Look, man, why would I take your wings?

I don't even know who you are!

I'm Lucifer Morningstar.

And you, you small-peckered fool,

are Sergei Bok, a known smuggler.

You move just about anything

you can get your trashy Euro hands on.

Please, man!

I don't have 'em!

I swear.

Okay? I don't know what I'd do with a pair...

Maybe if I hit him a few times?

Though I hate to say it,

I'm not sure violence is the trick here.

I'm beginning to wonder

if this human stain is actually telling the truth.

No! He's scum.

He'll say anything.

Maybe it's not him, it's us.

Us?

He's the fifth man we've accosted this week.

Perhaps we're... dare I say it...

going about this wrong?

It may be time to seek the help of a professional.

Oh!

Maze!

Hey.

I don't know that you want to be here right now.

There she is.

Yeah. What, do I hate a "hate me" sign on my face?

If only it were that simple.

It's about Malcolm.

What about him?

They guy's been in a coma for months.

His wife decided to pull the plug.

Malcolm's dying today,

and you're still investigating him for corruption.

So, what, they hate me even more

now that I won't put a halo on his head?

Maybe stay away

from the precinct tonight.

Cops are staging a living wake here.

Anything else?

It would make everyone's life easier

if you would close your investigation.

You know, Dan, I thought we were actually

making progress there for a second,

but once again, look who's on Team Everyone Else.

I'm trying to protect you.

From what?

Catching a criminal or hurting your rep?

It's not about any of that.

It's about Malcolm's family.

If there's an open investigation calling for his dismissal,

it can cost them his benefits,

his pension, all of it.

So, what, you want me to just drop it?

Just turn my back on everything I stand for?

No.

I'm saying if you want to do something about it,

then do it now.

You have 24 hours.

Or let it go and let his family move on.

Is this really what you do in your spare time?

How fascinatingly morose.

Do you ever think of taking up knitting?

What are you doing here?

I'm here because I could really use your expertise.

You're not busy, are you?

Actually, shocker, I am busy.

And it's really not a good day

for... your... Luciferness.

Hmm?

Here's an idea.

- Call next time. - No, no, no.

Hold on.

Now, I'm not one to get into the feels, usually, but...

you seem genuinely distressed.

You okay?

Do you want to... I don't know...

chat about it or something?

Sex is always on the table.

You never quit, do you?

No.

I'm simply offering an ear.

Come on.

Remember the Palmetto case I was telling you about?

The case that's been consuming you,

causing people to despise you,

call you names... I even quarreled

upon occasion because of it?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Well, they're pressuring me to drop the case,

assume the party line,

and say the guy died a hero.

My spidey sense tells me

dropping it's not what you want, is it?

I want the truth.

Well, then seek it out.

You're a police officer.

You don't need anyone's permission.

Hmm.

That's decent-ish advice.

I know. I'm quite good.

Anyway, now we've helped you, my turn.

See, I'm working a sort of case of my own.

And it seems that I've...

Well, hit a bit of a snag.

A case?

Um...

What kind of case is it?

Well, the nature of the investigation

isn't important.

I'm strictly here for professional advice.

What do you do when your case hits a wall?

Mmm.

What do I do when I get stuck?

Yes.

Well, I grab a pair of fresh eyes...

someone who's not gonna be afraid to be honest with me,

even if it's not what I want to hear.

Hello.

That's a brilliant idea.

Yeah.

It kinda is.

So...

maybe if you help me,

I could help you.

Could...

And Bob's your uncle.

Right.

What are we doing here, Lucifer?

I like to come here from time to time.

Dip my toes in the sand,

breathe the ocean air,

walk down memory lane.

You see, five years ago,

when Maze and I abandoned Hell,

I landed right here on this beach.

This is where I flipped dead old Dad

the grandest of birds.

And had Maze sever my wings.

And why are you telling me this?

Honestly, why summon me here at all?

Surely it's not just to reminisce.

I've asked you here because those same wings

have been stolen.

And I need your help to get them back.

Your wings are missing?

Sorry, is there an echo?

Isn't that what I just said?

What exactly am I supposed to do with that news?

Use your angelic powers

to soar around the city and find them.

I mean, really,