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  • (electronic music)

  • - All right, this is the pilot of Lucifer.

  • Act one.

  • Exterior, City of Angels, Sunset Boulevard, night.

  • A jet black vintage sports car sales down Sunset

  • cruising through the adult Disneyland

  • that is nighttime Los Angeles.

  • Neon and billboards reflected on the windshield,

  • the Stones' "Gimme Shelter" blasting from the radio, or-

  • - Cause we couldn't afford it.

  • (everyone laughing)

  • - Or "No Rest For The Wicked" by Cage the Elephant.

  • Interior, Lucifer's car,

  • behind the wheel the devil himself.

  • Say hello to Lucifer Morningstar.

  • He's good-looking, a man of wealth and taste,

  • but that's not what makes him jump off the screen.

  • It's his vibe.

  • Pure lusty mischief, sardonic smile, timeless style.

  • And yes, he's that Lucifer, the son of God.

  • The one who rebelled, plotted against his father

  • and plummeted from grace.

  • The one who was banished from paradise

  • and forced to serve as the Lord of hell for all eternity.

  • Right now Lucifer's was getting pulled over for speeding.

  • Motorcycle cop.

  • Lucifer adjust his mirror to see Officer Diggs

  • approaching the car.

  • He yells over the music.

  • - Can you turn down the music, sir?

  • - Ah, you know what they say, officer,

  • if it's getting too loud, you're getting too old.

  • - Do you know why I pulled you over?

  • - Obviously you felt the need to exercise

  • your limited power and punish me

  • for ignoring the speed limit.

  • It's okay, I understand.

  • I like to punish people too.

  • Or at least I used to.

  • - Do you have any idea how fast you were going?

  • - Haven't a clue.

  • I blame it on the Stones,

  • they just make a man want to drive.

  • You know what I mean?

  • - Well, you know, sometimes

  • I put my siren on and drive really, really fast,

  • but for no reason, you know, just cause I can.

  • - Right?

  • And why wouldn't you?

  • It's fun!

  • It feels good to get away with something, doesn't it?

  • - [Diggs] Hmm.

  • - (chuckling) It's okay, officer.

  • People like to tell me things,

  • those deep, dark, naughty little desires

  • that are really on their minds.

  • It's a gift.

  • Must be something about this face.

  • - License and registration.

  • - [Lucifer] Coming right up.

  • - Are you trying to bribe me, sir?

  • - Yes, of course.

  • Why is that not enough?

  • Here, just take more, it's only money.

  • - It's against the law.

  • - Oh you people are funny about your laws.

  • You break the law sometimes don't you?

  • Yeah, do tell.

  • - Well, sometimes,

  • I'll pull a woman over for a minor infraction

  • and get it to flash me a little something something.

  • - Oh you dirty dog, you.

  • - Sometimes I let her off with, you know, with a warning.

  • Sometimes I don't.

  • Sometimes other stuff happens.

  • - Oh, LA's finest.

  • You're tempted to keep that, aren't you?

  • Yeah, so what are you waiting for, permission?

  • Keep it!

  • Buy yourself something pretty, you deserve it.

  • But if you don't mind, I really must be on my way.

  • - Okay sir.

  • Have a good evening.

  • - You too, officer.

  • - Officer Diggs walked away,

  • Lucifer readjusts his mirror

  • but this time we see a flash of something strange,

  • a glimpse of Lucifer's true reflection,

  • almost too fast to even comprehend,

  • but enough to unsettle us

  • or not, because we decide to not do that later in post.

  • (everyone laughing)

  • Lucifer skims the radio and roars off

  • leaving one very dazed cop in his wake.

  • As he goes, we see the caddies rear vanity plate

  • which reads "FALL1N1".

  • Title card. (actors humming)

  • Exterior, Lux, street night.

  • Lucifer pulls up in front of his bar, Lux.

  • Doesn't look like much from the outside

  • but there's a long line of Hollywood hipsters

  • dying to get in.

  • Inside Lux now a little bit of hell on earth,

  • a living breathing tribute to Lucifer's favorite things,

  • wine, women, and song.

  • Lucifer glides through soaking up the sights

  • and sounds of elegant debauchery

  • like a proud modern day Gatsby.

  • His eyes land on the exotic dark hair beauty

  • tending bar over yonder, Mazikeen.

  • But she's always been just Maze to Lucifer.

  • She leans seductively with her back against the bar,

  • doesn't turn around as this for approaches,

  • speaks to him via a mirror.

  • - Where have you been?

  • - Holed up at the Chateau

  • copulating with a woman named Faith.

  • Ironic, isn't it?

  • Oh, have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you are

  • when you can't control your emotions?

  • - And what emotions might those be?

  • - Why jealousy, of course.

  • - Try disappointment.

  • - A young man suddenly rises from where he's been kneeling

  • in front of Maze.

  • Lucifer's eyebrows go up.

  • Didn't see that coming.

  • - Thank you, Patrick.

  • You can go.

  • What?

  • I dropped something.

  • Now, Lucifer I'm a big fan of sex.

  • - Obviously.

  • - But shouldn't you be spending your valuable time

  • doing something more significant?

  • You're the Lord of hell for crying out loud.

  • - I'm retired, Maze, I've got nothing but time.

  • - Maze stares at him for a beat

  • then senses something, as does Lucifer.

  • A ripple in the drink she just poured.

  • Time slows.

  • Music and laughter become warped and haunted

  • as everyone in the club slows

  • except Lucifer and Maze who share a look.

  • - I think you have a visitor.

  • (Lucifer sighing)

  • - And through the slow motion crowd,

  • Lucifer sees Amenadiel.

  • The man has a steady and grim intensity.

  • He's Lucifer's brother and an angel.

  • Yep, majestic wings and everything.

  • But Amenadiel is also a bad-ass.

  • Last thing he radiates is angelic goodness.

  • - Amenadiel, how's it hanging big guy?

  • Didn't you see the sign?

  • No angels allowed.

  • No?

  • I'll make an exception for you, on the house.

  • - You've become quite ensconced

  • with this little hobby of yours.

  • Your return to the underworld has been requested.

  • - Oh!

  • Okay, let me check my calendar.

  • Yeah, here it is.

  • The 7th of never through to the 15th

  • of ain't going to happen.

  • How does that work for you guys?

  • (everyone chuckling)

  • See, I'm consistently surprised by the whole

  • no sense of humor thing.

  • Look, remind dad, I quit hell

  • because I was sick and tired of playing a part in his play.

  • I believe in free will

  • but not the tyranny of all this predestination hoo hah.

  • - I'll warn you against disrespecting our father, Lucifer.

  • - Yeah?

  • Well, our father has been disrespecting me

  • since the beginning of time.

  • So pot kettle, don't you think?

  • - You are a mockery of everything divine.

  • - Thank you.

  • But lately I've been doing a fair amount of thinking.

  • Do you think I'm the devil because I'm inherently evil

  • or simply because dear old dad decided I was?

  • I mean isn't this a classic case of labeling?

  • - What do you think happens when the devil leaves hell?

  • All those demons, those tormented souls.

  • Where do you think they go?

  • - Don't know, don't care, not my problem.

  • Look, tell father I'm not going back.

  • Consider the position oficially open.

  • So you, my feathered friend, are going to hell

  • - In a blink, Amenadiel's wing is at Lucifer's throat.

  • Ancient fuel fused in its tips.

  • Lucifer's glass falls, shatters, but he doesn't flinch.

  • - Oh, go for it.

  • You think father's upset now?

  • - Father has been patient for five years.

  • He will not be merciful much longer.

  • - Threat planted, Amenadiel withdraws and exits.

  • And the club now slips back into regular motion.

  • Lucifer only now deflates.

  • Amenadiel clearly rattles him.

  • Exterior Lux, street night.

  • Lucifer stands outside, spinning a coin in his hand,

  • still thinking about his conversation with Amenadiel,

  • when a taxi slows to a stop in front of Lux.

  • The rear window rolls down, a beautiful hot mess appears.

  • This is Delilah.

  • Delilah is a fallen from grace pop star,

  • the crowd waiting in line reacts like crowds do

  • when confronted with a super famous person, tragic or not.

  • Oohs and aahs and iPhones galore

  • but Delilah only has eyes for Lucifer.

  • - Remember me?

  • - Yes, you're famous.

  • Delilah, isn't it?

  • Could I have your autograph?

  • - If I can have a drink.

  • - Back inside Lux, Lucifer and Delilah sit at a booth.

  • Maze hovers in the background.

  • - So why'd you really come back?

  • - I don't know, I guess I feel safe here.

  • Reminds me of who I was

  • before everything got so big and messy.

  • And for you.

  • Sometimes I feel like

  • you were the only person who was ever really honest with me.

  • But I need to know something.

  • - What's that?

  • - Did I sell my soul to the devil?

  • - Well, that would imply the devil

  • is actually interested in your soul.

  • That's the stuff of movies and TV.

  • They always get it wrong.

  • - Come on, you took me in off the street, Lucifer.

  • You let me sing up there anytime I wanted.

  • It's so weird.

  • I told you that I want it to be a star.

  • And that's when things started happening for me.

  • And you do call yourself Lucifer.

  • - Call me whatever you want

  • but I'm really just a patron of the arts.

  • Look, honestly, I introduced you to a few people

  • that owed me favors, that's all.

  • - Do you think I'm talented?

  • - Of course I do.

  • You have one of the most beautiful voices

  • I've ever heard.

  • It's sweet, dirty, sexy, soulful.

  • I knew you were a star, I just helped the world catch up.

  • - Well, it certainly feels very Faustian at times

  • because along with the good, ooh,

  • came a hell of a lot of bad.

  • - Oh, so the devil made you do it?

  • The alcohol, the drugs, the topless selfies?

  • Your choices are on you, my dear.

  • - You're right, you're right.

  • You are absolutely right.

  • But the toxic relationships were my biggest screw ups.

  • God, I really do have the worst taste in men.

  • - You really do, darling.

  • Jimmy Barnes?