[Chloe] Police, stop!
[people exclaiming]
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
[God] Once upon a time,
there was a world just like ours.
But with one small change,
that changed everything.
[panting]
No!
Why the hell did you do that?
Why did you go after him?
Damn it, Bonnie.
You should've let him get away.
[weakly] Not on my watch.
[choking]
[director] Cut!
-[woman] Here you go, Chloe. -[bell ringing]
[director] Where's that stunt guy? Get him over here.
Can I get a coffee?
Damn it.
Damn it!
We didn't get it, did we?
You okay?
Yeah, I just choked on a stupid blood capsule.
-Hey, nice work. -Hey.
Did all the squibs go off?
Yeah, it was sick. You killed it.
This sequence is gonna be amazing.
You're gonna win one of those stunt awards for this,
especially after you get the car chase.
Not sure about that.
What, are you worried about me?
All I gotta do is get up to the top, do that burn-out,
-and then Debi's gonna take over. -No, it's not you,
I'm just kinda not going to be here for it.
Wait, what? Why?
[sighs] I can't really talk about it here.
Trust me, it's a good thing.
Actually, me and some friends are going out to celebrate tonight.
Why don't you come? I'll fill you in on everything.
Well, you may be off the hook,
but I gotta drive this $6 million James Dean Porsche tomorrow.
Come on. One drink.
-[piano music playing] -[sighs]
[Lucifer singing] ♪ For what is a man? ♪
♪ What has he got? ♪
♪ If not himself then he has naught ♪
♪ To say the things he truly feels ♪
♪ And not the words of one who kneels ♪
♪ The record shows, oh ♪
♪ I took the blows ♪
♪ And did it my way ♪
[applause]
Thank you.
[God] Amazing what changing one tiny detail can do.
A butterfly flaps its wings, and good friends are strangers.
Hey, Stryder.
Charlotte Richards. Oh!
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Oh. Just making sure you're not getting into trouble.
Oh, that's no fun.
Well, true, but it is my job as your attorney.
And I also brought some paperwork for the Vegas Lux expansion.
-Oh. Well, that is exciting. -Yes.
Should we go up to the penthouse?
[God] The butterfly effect also works
on people who might've died, and been inhabited by, say, your mom,
who now isn't.
[panting and laughing]
[both moaning]
We haven't had sex before, have we?
[giggles] No. Trust me, you would remember.
Oh, I'm sure I would.
Sorry, sorry...
But I'm not sure I can do this.
Well, that's a first.
No. No, no, no, no, nothing like that. That's impossible, frankly.
Wow...
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I'm not in the mood.
Still a first.
Look, don't get me wrong, Charlotte. You are stunning.
Well, I know that.
Come on. What's wrong?
I don't know.
Maybe I've been in Los Angeles for too long.
Perhaps I need to find someplace new.
Someplace like Las Vegas?
Exactly.
Well, then why don't we sign these commencement papers?
Once you do that and give me a down payment,
they will break ground on Lux Las Vegas.
You'll be packing in no time.
Hmm... I am feeling better already.
Is cash acceptable?
[lock clicks]
Sin City, here we come.
You seem...
Frustrated.
Yeah.
And I should be happy, you know?
I...
I should be excited.
I'm shooting Weaponizer 5,
and everything's going pretty great.
We have this huge car chase coming up.
And I feel... [exhales] I feel bored.
It is the fifth time you've played this role.
It'd be normal if you didn't feel a bit...
disenchanted.
Yeah, you're right, you know.
Maybe I should try and play a different role,
but there's not a lot of things out there for me, you know?
And I am good at playing a cop.
-You are. -Hmm.
You know, maybe it's just a matter of approaching it with different eyes.
You've always said that you wanted to be a positive role model
for young women.
And you are.
Girls all over the world see you on screen, fighting crime,
and they're inspired.
Don't forget that.
You're right. Thank you.
God, it feels like we're back in session.
I know.
And it's amazing how well they replicated your old office.
Yeah, it's weird.
Thank you.
Yeah, well, don't forget that you inspired me, too, Chloe.
If it weren't for you,
Dr. Linda! never would have happened.
Right?
And if it weren't for you,
I'd be crazy,
and out of work.
But yeah, I'm fine, I'm good.
I think it's just about finding something that's challenging.
[God] People accuse me of being controlling.
And, yes, I may have put Chloe in Lucifer's path.
But what if I didn't?
Would they still get together?
Excuse me.
Hey, buddy.
You know the expression, "I don't care where you go,
but you can't drool all over my banquette"?
Hmm?
Come on, rise and shine.
Oh, bloody hell.
[God] Normally, it would be impossible to get an answer to that question.
But I can.
Just one of the benefits of being God.
[theme music playing]
[piano music playing]
It's amazing the effect a family can have
on a man's moral compass.
Yo, Nick. What do we got?
[God] Or, in Dan Espinoza's case, the lack of a family.
Vic's a Hollywood stunt guy.
Stryder Novac, 28. Stabbed once to the chest.
Found this on the body.
Figure it didn't have anything to do with who killed him, right?
Hide it.
See all these eyes on us?
Are we smart or are we dumb?
-We're smart. -We're smart.
That's right. Okay.
Did you find the murder weapon?
Not yet.
Who found the body?
Well, if it isn't Detective Dildo of the L.A.P.D.
You still out there leaving crimes unsolved?
Come on, man. Delilah's case was open-and-shut,
-if that's what you mean. -Agree to disagree.
Just like this appears to be a pretty cut-and-dry bar fight.
Ah! Yes, of course. Going for the easy answer.
But I know in my gut that's not the case here.
Really?
-Absolutely, and I need to prove it. -And why is that?
Because just this morning, my Vegas expansion deal
was frozen due to this unfortunate matter.
I get it. You gotta pin it on somebody else
so that your brand stays clean.
I don't pin things on anyone.
I just wanna find the truth
so the right person is punished for their sins.
And I since I know your corrupt little organization won't solve it...
Morningstar, this is police business. You better stay out of it.
Or I swear to God, you're gonna be sorry.
Must we bring my father into this?
Though actually, I suppose,
you two blowhards might hit it off.
[plays piano]
[God] My son and I...
Well, let's just say, I don't think I could change anything
that would make our relationship less complicated.
But then, fathers can have a dramatic impact
on their children's lives, can't they?
Take Chloe Decker.
Her dad died 20 years ago of a gunshot wound.
That loss changed her,
inspired her to follow in his footsteps and become a cop.
So what was that one small thing I changed
that changed everything?
All I did was move a bullet a few inches to the right, and...
-[Chloe] Knock, knock. -[knock on door]
Come in.
Oh, hey, monkey.
How's my superstar doing?
Hey, Dad.
So, tell me how the big death scene went yesterday.
Oh!
Before I forget, your mother said to tell you to tell them...
To favor my good side. Yeah, I got it.
Dad, I'm actually here about a friend.
Okay, Chlo, if this is about some drug charge for your co-star,
I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.
No, no, nothing like that.
Actually, a friend of mine was killed last night.
The stuntman?
Oh, you knew him.
Oh, Monkey, I'm so sorry.
-I had no idea. -It's okay. Thanks.
Dad, do you have any clue what happened?
It's early, but it looks like a bar fight.
No, he wasn't looking for a fight.
[stutters] He was out celebrating.
How do you know?
Well, I was with him.
-You were? -Yeah, a bunch of us.
He just got his dream job, driving for NASCAR.
I just don't think he would do anything to screw that up.
[sighs] Okay.
But, look, it's very hard to know everything about somebody.
And the detective on the case is pretty solid on his theory.
Okay, so maybe I could talk to the detective.
Look, I'll pass on what you told me.
But that's as close as you're gonna get
to an active murder investigation.
-Can I just ask him a few-- -No arguments.
This is a lot more dangerous in real life
than it is in the movies, honey.
Okay.
[bangs on door]
Hello?
-[gun cocking] -[woman] We're closed!
It's just your friendly neighborhood devil.
[keys jingling]
Well...
Hello, my little chola.
What'd you do? Did you grind the gears again?
[scoffs] Such an unfit parent for such a sweet little baby.
I should've stolen her from you when I had the chance.
My car is perfectly fine.
I'm here about something else.
Something delicate.
Well...
I've always thought of you as someone with a pump action, Ms. Lopez.
Oh, you mean my little mijo?
It's not loaded.
Sound is all you need to scare the hell out of someone.
Right.
Well, anyone other than you.
So, why are you here? What do you want?
Well, you know tools,
and I believe that I've seen one of these in your workshop before.
-What is it? -It's a T-handle Torx driver.
Right, of course it is.
Although the end of this one looks like it's been sharpened.
Maybe to poke a hole in something?
Well, I know that much.
It was used in my club last night
to poke a hole in a now-dead young man.
It was used in a murder?
What are you, friggin' loco?
Why did you let me get my prints on it?
Just tell me where it came from.
-What, are you a detective now? -[chuckles]
Listen, my little greasy monkey.
Why don't you tell me what you know about this stabby thing,
and I won't tell any actual detectives about your little enterprise here.
Like I said, it's a Torx driver.
Okay? Nine inch, alloy steel.
This one looks like it came from some sort of pro racer tool kit,
you know, like NASCAR.
-Well, how can you tell that? -Number stamped on it
is the number of the racer's car.
And the red tape wrapped around the handle.
Crews color-code stuff they need for specific jobs.
They don't have time to search for crap.
Oh, clever.
Something else was stamped on it, too.
But it looks like it's been sanded off.
I might be able to dig it out.
Wonderful. You work on that,
and I'll go visit the nearest racetrack.
Uh...
[whirring]
Yes, of course. You humans.
You love your money.
We sure do.
Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Morningstar.
Sorry.
Authorized personnel only.
I just have a few questions regarding a murder.
Gotcha.
Put this on.
Follow me.
L.A.P.D.'s over here.
What, Detective Dildo beat me to it?
This lady's no dildo.
This guy wants to see you.
Well, hello, Detective.
Detective Bonnie Gennaro. How can I help you?
You're investigating the murder of Stryder Novac?
That's right.
Well, this case seems to be in very capable hands,
so off I go.
All right. [clears throat]
I mean, after all, you did take down the head of the Yakuza
in single hand combat.
And defeat the Armenian mob
in a rather spectacular car chase through Rome.
Although, strangely, it looked a lot more like Vancouver to me.
I get it. You know who I am.
Yes, and if any crime were to occur in a hot tub, well...
Please don't mention that project.
I'm a big fan of your work, Ms. Decker.
-Thank you. -I don't understand.
Why are you here? Is this research for a role or...
We're not on camera now, are we? Where are they?
If you must know, I worked with Stryder.
-Oh. -He was a really great guy,
and I don't think that he died in a simple bar fight.
-Really? -He was gonna drive for NASCAR
for the first time today.
More importantly, he was gonna replace Rex Wilson in his car.
I've heard of Wilson.
He was quite a famous driver years ago.
Yeah, he was huge.
But then this young guy comes to take his place.
Point is, thanks to Stryder's death,
Rex is still driving today.
Well, thank you for the information. Now I know who to throttle.
-I'll take it from here. -You will, will you?
Who are you, anyhow?
Oh, I do apologize. Where are my manners?
Lucifer Morningstar.
-Oh, right, the owner of Lux. -Hmm.
While I'd love to leave this in the no-doubt capable hands
of a boozy, half-in-the-bag club owner...
Oh...
I have got this.
Really? I think you'll find all you've got, Ms. Decker,
is a badge which reads, "Property of Warner Brothers."
I've not only played a cop in five movies,
I come from a family of them.
And I can assure you,
I can handle this way better than you can.
[scoffs] You can't even get into the pits.
[man] Detective Gennaro?
Oh...
Right this way.
-[Chloe] Thank you so much. -[man] My pleasure.
Game on.
Naughty, naughty, Detective Espinoza.
Just making sure the bills are real.
Only way to really tell is to spend it, right?
That's right.
Aren't you tired of skimming money?
Of arresting criminals who, if they have enough money
to hire someone like me, they always get away with it?
I know I'm tired of always solving their problems.
Where are you going with this?
What if I told you there was a safe
with hundreds of thousands of dollars just sitting in it?
And I know the combination.
And why do you need my help?
Well, the safe is in the penthouse of Lux.
And the club is currently a crime scene,
which means I need access.
Morningstar's place? Why didn't you just lead with that?
I'd love to screw over that douchebag.
[chuckles]
Well, you get us in the building, I'll get us the money.
Not gonna happen.
What, you think I'm just gonna take the money and run?
Yup.
Look, the penthouse has only one way in and one way out.
I need you to stand watch
to make sure nobody comes in behind me.
Okay, fine.
But I'll also be watching to make sure you don't sneak out
and disappear.
Because you'd miss me if I did?
You know what? Maybe I would.
Excuse me.
Hi, it's Detective Gennaro. I need to speak with Rex Wilson.
Sorry, Detective.
Rex is already out there on the speedway for his practice run.
-[sighs] All right, thanks. -Yeah.
-[excited chatter] -Get him out of the way!
[Amenadiel] What is it you're using my talents for this time, Luci?
Another orgy you want prolonged?
Race-cars.
Of course.
Yes, but it's not what it looks like this time, brother.
But thank you for arriving so speedily.
Actually, come to think of it,
you've been quite fast at responding to my summons recently.
I'm just eager to return you back to where you belong, brother.
In Hell.
Yes, but you never seem to be in the middle of anything.
How's the Silver City?
Still silver. Still a city.
And our siblings? I hear Uriel's gone and grown a mustache. [chuckles]
He did?
I wouldn't know. I'm stuck down here. But you should.
Well, it's been a couple of years since I've been back, Luci.
So where have you been?
Certainly not slumming it with the humans. [chuckles]
Wait, have you been flying around this whole time
like some sort of feathery homeless man?
Wait, that is what you've been doing.
What choice do I have?
Since you refuse to return to Hell,
I can't possibly face our siblings or--
Dad?
Yeah, quite the judgmental one. I'm well aware.
Well, if your pride won't let you back into the Silver City, brother,
you should give humans a try.
[grunts]
Oh, come on, Luci. I'm the foremost of God's angels.
I can't just intermix with these humans like--
What, like me?
Don't worry, brother.
I mean, they are absurd creatures,
but sometimes they surprise you.
You should try talking to one.
See what happens.
Now, if you don't mind.
Time for a chat, Rexie.
What the hell happened? How did you--
Focus.
I need you to tell me. Why did you kill Stryder?
Let him go.
How the hell did you make it out here, anyway?
Look, just give me a moment, and I'll be out of your...
Look, just move.
You're not going anywhere, pal.
Look, I just wanna talk...
I thought you just wanted to talk.
Why are you arresting me?
Did you see what that nutjob did?
How the hell did he do that, anyway?
I don't care about him.
I wanna know about the murder of Stryder Novac.
Stryder...Oh, man.
I was trying not to think about that,
-and just focus on the race-- -I know he was gonna replace you,
and force you into an early retirement.
So you can knock it off with the weepy act.
I didn't kill him, if that's what you're thinking.
I would never do that.
All right, we can do this one of three ways.
Let me guess, the easy way or...
[grunts] What the hell?
There is no easy way.
We can do this the fast way,
the slow way,
and then there's my favorite way.
So try me because there is nothing I love more
than making a grown man cry.
I'll tell you everything you wanna know.
So that's your favorite way.
I've always wondered since I saw you give that speech
in Weaponizer 3: Thou Shalt Not Kill.
I thought that sounded familiar.
Wait a minute.
Are you Chloe Decker?
She is. Amazing, isn't it?
What the hell is going on around here?
He was about to talk.
Well, apologies for the interruption.
But if you'll allow me to make amends, I got a few skills of my own.
Tell me, Rex.
What is it you desire?
[stutters]
I want a good story.
What are you talking about?
People, they don't follow cars anymore.
They follow drivers, drama.
Stryder's dad, he was a NASCAR legend.
And your biggest rival, if I remember correctly.
When he died, so did my merch sales.
So getting Stryder to replace him, that-- That got the rivalry back.
But how does that help you? You were out of a job.
I started a management firm about a year ago.
Stryder was a client.
It was my idea to get him to replace me.
Poor kid.
Stryder, he was so happy when I made him that offer.
Well, yeah. It was an opportunity of a lifetime.
Apparently, he needed the money to get him out of a jam.
What do you mean, "jam"?
He was having some trouble with a guy at work.
Uh, uh, excuse me. What the hell was that back there?
I've already apologized for interrupting your monologue, Ms. Decker.
No, how the hell did you get Rex to spill like that?
Well, I have the ability to draw out people's desires.
What, are you psychic or something?
No, I can't read people's minds. I'm not a Jedi.
People just like to tell me things.
Okay, we should stop stepping on each other's toes
because we both clearly want the same thing.
Ah... Very forward of you, Ms. Decker. Yes, I will have sex with you.
We should probably solve this murder first.
No. No, I mean that we should work together.
[chuckles] No.
I mean, you've proven a very impressive adversary,
but I'm not really a "work together" kind of devil.
Well, too bad.
Because I know who Stryder was fighting with at work.
Very well.
Lead the way, Ms. Decker.
So, this second marriage is going well?
Oh, totally.
Uh, even though I've made mistakes,
the second time around just feels better, you know?
Mmm. Yes, it can be hard to trust again.
This time, I just know she loves me for me.
I have no doubt...
that you'll stay with us.
More with box-office sensation Nathan Fury when we come back.
And cut.
[bell rings]
Wow, Linda.
Every day I am in awe watching you work.
[scoffs]
Thank you, Stacy.
Uh, when we come back from break,
ask him how he feels about his new wife cheating on him.
Could you just give us one second, please? Thank you.
Wait, what?
Our investigator caught her on tape
kissing her co-star at the farmer's market.
-Juicy, right? -No. My God, that's terrible.
That's going to devastate Nathan.
And make great TV.
As his therapist, I can't, in good conscience,
incite a breakdown.
That's not why I do this.
And that is why America loves you, Linda.
But do you know what else America loves?
Tears.
But, Stacy, you can't...
Ratings are down.
We need a boost like this.
What's more important to you?
-[bell rings] -[woman] Set.
[gasps]
So that's who was arguing with your stuntman,
a Lara Croft wannabe?
-[Erika] What the hell, Rogers? -Erika Dunlap. My co-star.
I told you that move wouldn't work.
Why don't you ever listen to me?
She seems to be fighting with a lot of people.
Well, her beef with Stryder was a lot bigger.
[Lucifer] What?
Chloe, what are you doing here? You on the schedule today?
Hey, Ben. I just forgot some things in my trailer.
But what is going on with Erika lately?
She was giving Stryder grief, too, the last time I saw her.
Everyone deals with death differently.
In Erika's case, she deals by taking it out on my entire stunt team.
-Lovely. -Nothing we can't handle.
-Sorry. -Yeah.
Right. When you've finished having a catch-up...
-What? -What was the "bigger beef"?
Uh, well, Erika got hurt during a stunt.
She was looking forward to a hefty settlement,
but her eyewitness, Stryder, refused to testify on her behalf,
and it didn't go over well with Erika.
So you think she killed him out of revenge.
Or knowing that without an eyewitness,
she'd have a better chance at winning the case.
And reap the windfall.
Right. I'd go talk to Erika,
but she and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye.
I've seen what you can do to people.
Erika's trailer is right there.
Why don't you go and, you know... Do your thing?
Huh...
I mean...
Monkey?
Dad, what are you doing here?
I've been hearing some crazy stories.
You didn't sneak into a NASCAR race, right?
And you definitely didn't impersonate a cop.
Okay, Dad, it's not what you're thinking.
Good, 'cause if you're still working with that mentally ill
nightclub owner... What's his name?
-[Erika shouting] Lucifer! -[trailer shaking]
Lucifer!
[Lucifer] That's right. Say my name. Say my name.
[Charlotte] Lucifer?
Is anyone here?
Lucifer?
[exhales]
Jackpot.
Um, I work for Lucifer.
He sent me here to get cash for--
I don't care about the money.
You don't?
I care about why you want it.
Tell me the truth, and it's yours.
Lucifer needs it to finish the Vegas deal.
[sighs]
Because I deserve it.
What would you do with it?
Whatever I damn well want.
I'll take that as a promise.
Go.
Embrace your deepest, darkest desire.
Let those sinful little embers burn into a flame.
Why?
We'll meet again, eventually.
Somewhere hotter.
And the more you sin,
the more fun it'll be for me.
Think of this as foreplay.
However,
if I ever see you and that boy toy in Los Angeles again,
I will gut that pretty belly of yours.
Everyone knows, you don't steal from the Devil.
Do you have any idea what a difficult situation you've put me in?
Dad, I had to do something. Okay?
Stryder wasn't killed in a bar fight.
And we are on to something. I can feel it.
"We"?
Bye, Erika, my flexible friend.
Well, your plan worked wonders.
Consider the suspect well and truly pumped.
[stammers] For information. Uh-huh.
He means pumped for information.
What happened to doing your hypno-eye thing?
-With your eyes? -Oh!
-That's what you meant. -Yes.
No, we went at it like little bunnies.
Next time, you should be more specific.
There will be no "next time."
I raised you better than this, Chloe.
Dad...
Papa Decker, I presume. Right?
Well, from what I've seen,
what you've raised is an intelligent, capable,
and frustratingly stubborn woman.
Don't talk to me about my daughter.
We'll discuss this later.
Now go home.
[Chloe] I... [sighs]
Charming.
I don't know why, but I actually thought he'd be proud of me.
Disappointing fathers is a rite of passage, Ms. Decker.
Take it from someone who's made a living out of it.
No, no, he's right. He's right.
I'm not a cop, I'm an actress, I mean...
Who really thought that I could solve a murder?
Well, I did.
And I still do.
There's no evidence. Not of anything.
That's not necessarily true
'cause I just learned that that Erika woman
can put her ankles around my neck.
Right, that's really not helping right now. Thank you.
Wait, if she was really injured, she wouldn't be able to do that.
Precisely. She was faking her injury. [chuckles]
And then she was very generous with information
after I was very generous with the old--
-Okay, I don't wanna know. -Okay.
Well, she said that she needed money,
and that Stryder refused to lie on her behalf.
But then he said he was coming into a windfall
and could help her out.
Apparently, he and a partner
were planning on stealing something very valuable from set.
So maybe Stryder was backing out of this heist
to have a shot at NASCAR.
But his partner wouldn't take kindly to being left high and dry, now,
-would he? -No, he wouldn't.
So does that mean you're still in, Detective?
How do we figure out who Stryder was working with on set?
Perhaps the murder weapon will help narrow it down.
Come on.
[Chloe] Okay.
Ah, Miss Lopez.
Any joy tracing the mark on that murder weapon?
Sort of, yeah. But not really.
This idiot upgraded this poor girl's engine. [grunts]
Amateurs, am I right?
This is who you gave the murder weapon to?
You brought someone in here with you?
Without asking?
What did I tell you about--
Oh, my God.
It's you.
Bonnie Gennaro?
I mean, I know you're not "her" her,
but you're her.
-Yeah. -I had no idea you were a fan.
Are you kidding?
Ever since I saw her shimmy that 1970 Oldsmobile 442's lock
and speed off in The Weaponizer, she has been my inspiration.
Wait, wait, I inspired you to steal cars?
Living fast and free, just like Bonnie.
Just like Bonnie.
I mean, I was thinking of taking a very different career path,
but the way you brought Bonnie to life,
it really spoke to me.
Thank you, but you do know by the end of the movie,
Bonnie did join the police force.
Huh. Well, no, I never really watched it to the end.
Tell me, what did you find on the murder weapon?
Or didn't find?
Well, I'm so glad you asked.
[clears throat] Follow me, please.
It did have something filed off of the handle.
But as far as I can tell, it doesn't really mean anything.
I mean, "Last Lappers,"
not exactly a smoking gun.
Wait, I've heard that somewhere before.
That's the name of the racing team
in the seminal '80s movie Razor's Edge.
Kip Strong's struggle between the love of a woman
and love of the race. Fantastic movie.
Wait, more importantly, our stunt coordinator, Rogers,
he always bragged about working on that.
So if Stryder and Rogers were stealing something together,
and Stryder backed out...
Maybe Rogers killed Stryder to tie up loose ends.
-Let's go talk to him. -Right.
I'll drive.
Thank you, Ms. Lopez.
It was so great meeting you.
-Sir, excuse me. -[mumbles]
Do you know where we can find Ben Rogers?
Very helpful. Thank you.
Look, even if we find him,
how do you plan on confronting him?
It's not like we have proof of his theft.
Unless we wait and catch him in the act.
Okay, so what are the most valuable items on set?
Well, camera equipment is worth a ton.
Uh, wardrobe has a huge resale value.
What about a $6 million car?
What? That's specific. What makes you say that?
Seeing it drive off.
[engine revving]
Right.
I got this.
-What the hell are you doing? -I'm trained for this.
[tires screeching]
What do you think you're doing, Decker?
Confronting a murderer.
We know you killed Stryder, Ben.
And all because he wouldn't steal one little car.
I mean, it is lovely. But...
What?
I'm not stealing the car.
I'm getting it ready for your stunt tomorrow, Decker.
You know, to keep you safe? So you're welcome.
We found your prints all over that murder weapon.
You did?
We did?
We didn't, but now I know you killed him.
[laughs]
Nice bit of improvisation there, Ms. Decker.
I don't care what the critics say, you do have range.
Let's split up. We can't let him get away.
[groans]
There's nowhere to hide.
[gun cocking]
Oh... Hello, murderer.
I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this.
Then perhaps you shouldn't have killed an innocent man.
Stryder's the one who backed out of the deal.
I begged him not to. He forced my hand.
Just like you right now.
[groans softly]
Now someone is buying me a new shirt.
What the hell?
Now you're catching on.
[groans]
Nice takedown, partner.
I heard gunshots. I was worried.
Lucky for you, Rogers must've grabbed a prop gun.
-Lucky for me. -Mmm-hmm.
[Lucifer] I have never have rendered anyone unconscious before.
I mean, in real life.
-Thank God you're all right. -Dad.
-Hey. -Hi.
Confronting a murderer?
What were you thinking, being so--
Foolish? Rash? Reckless?
I've heard this tirade before.
Well, let me educate you, sir.
You underestimate your daughter.
-She is-- -Brave.
I was gonna say "brave."
Right.
[sighs]
I know I've made mistakes, Chlo.
Lots of them.
But, honey, I've never underestimated you.
Then how come any time I've ever shown any interest in your job,
you either change the subject or you push me away?
Because you're way smarter than me.
You're more headstrong than your mother.
And it scared me.
I mean, what if you wanted to become a cop?
What if I did?
Oh, Monkey, I've been shot at, beat up,
chased by a naked guy with a harpoon once.
And none of those things scare me
as much as thinking of you in those situations.
It was never about whether you could handle it.
It was whether I could.
And I'm sorry.
But a parent just wants what's best for their child.
It's okay.
I love you so much.
I love you too, Monkey.
So, I got a crime scene to clean up now, thanks to you.
[Chloe sighs]
Perhaps our dads aren't so similar after all.
Oh, well, my dad surprised me.
Maybe yours will, too.
[scoffs]
I'm not holding my breath.
[God] Choice is a funny thing.
Give someone different options, different circumstances,
will they themselves end up different?
Sure, they might end up with a different job,
find inspiration from different people.
But will they still be the same person at their core?
Some might continue down a darker path,
never knowing there was a different way.
The potential buried deep down,
but still there.
Some make immoral choices instead of moral ones.
But they will still have the same conscience.
The question is, will they ever make the choice to listen to it?
And sometimes, it isn't the right moment in someone's life
to make a certain choice.
And no matter how badly you want to nudge them in the right direction,
you know they need to find it on their own.
And some people find love in the strangest of situations,
and are, somehow, happier for it.
Well, that was quite fun, wasn't it?
Not bad for a half-in-the-bag club owner and an actress.
Well, I...
I don't know if "fun" is the word I would use.
No?
Yeah. But it certainly was fulfilling.
You know, it makes me think.
Maybe I'm tired of playing a cop in the movies, you know? Maybe...
Maybe I'd like to play detective for real.
[laughs] What?
Hang up the glitz and the glamour for a badge,
and a naked man with a harpoon?
Yeah.
Maybe I'll tag along.
That's never gonna happen.
Care to wager?
[God] And some, no matter how you shake things up,
end up making the same choices,
are drawn to the same people, the same passions.
So all seems to have ended well.
Does that mean I never should've manipulated things to begin with?
I have a better question.
Wouldn't you do the same in my shoes?
After all, a parent just wants what's best for their child.
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