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probably about to run off to Mexico,

She hasn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, no.

...they always want to talk.

LUCIFER: Well, hello.

Clearly a man with nothing to hide.

(laughs) It's cute.

Okay, we're gonna take a ten-minute intermission.

- I know him. - No, you don't.

You just killed Lindsay!

(indistinct talking)

I'm coming with you.

before they're punished?

punishing the bad guys.

I guess it got out.

Which one do you desire?

Sorry, but I gave my word-- no police.

What happened to you?

All-powerful, immortal, blah, blah, blah.

in the crossfire, Mr. Morningstar.

No, I can't let you do that.

What the hell are you doing here?

(talking indistinctly)

Something doesn't feel right.

who can help them survive.

Well, I suppose, but still, she's human.

I tried to keep it quiet,

Said no more cops or she's dead.

I like this line of questioning.

Oh, that's bad.

I got to get to work. Come on, out, please.

No, I-I would've remembered.

Uh, for the second time,

There's a girl missing, Lucifer.

Uh, did you do what I told you to do

Of course we have the money.

Well, after you left, the kidnappers called back.

(crowd cheering)

What is it about you and guns, eh?

Oh, thank you, but it's you who should take the compliment.

No, no, no, no, no, you can't throw me out again.

I assure you, Detective, it is.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

But the whole fiery damnation thing, no.

Oh, maybe you should take notes.

Hello there, this is Lucifer Morningstar.

You tell me what's wrong with this picture.

George, Lucifer.

Yeah, of course he is.

But somebody please flip the omelet

This is private property.

It's funny, isn't it? You'd think the king of hellfire

Let us handle this,

(clears throat)

Remember last week, I told you that boy Noah

CHLOE: Her name's Lindsay Jolson.

The berries are ripe and ready to be harvested.

(chuckles) Well, I... I do feel something,

what if this was our daughter?

What are you after?