- 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?

I can't believe you almost married that sweaty little imp.

- He produced my album!

You introduced us.

- I suggested you work with him, not sleep with him.