All language subtitles for Lucifer.S03E18.1080p.BluRay.AV1-PTNX

- Previously on Lucifer...
- Mama's gone?

Yes. I mean, she says

...goodbye forever.
She loves you very much.

I'm missing time.

It's like someone else

was living my life.

The one man I've cared about...

I still gave him up.

That's how much I care
about our friendship.

Go... to...

Hell.

In the surveillance van,

when I asked you
to stay in L.A.,

we did have a moment there.

Which is why I had
to tell you that I'm not

relationship material.

You're terrified of letting
someone get close to you

'cause you know they'll
eventually leave you.

- You'll outlive them.
- You got to have faith,

because life can surprise you.

Now, if my brother, the Devil,
can have that...

Maybe I can, too.

So, what brings
you here?

Work.

What you working on?

A case.

Well, you want to take a break
and buy me a drink?

Not really, no.

Got to admit.

Watching these women try
to get your attention...

best part of my night.

I don't know what I'm gonna do

when you finally say yes
to one of them.

Never gonna say yes.

Oh, yeah? 'Cause somebody
already stole your heart?

It's just not
in the cards for me.

We got to go, Detective.

Um... duty calls.

All right.

Two more bodies were just found
in Griffith Park holding hands.

Looks like the Broken Hearts
Killer strikes again.

Stop calling him that.

Why? What's the problem?

Because you never know

when something stupid
like that's gonna stick.

Come on. That'll never stick.

Wow. Last night was so...

- That was quite the concert.
- Yes!

I can't remember the last time

I went to a show
that was so, uh...

- Loud.
- So loud! I still can't hear anything.

They totally boned.

Miss Lopez,
please don't be vulgar.

The detective
doesn't... bone.

Seriously, do you not
see the epic fireworks?

There's more chemistry
over there than in my lab.

And they just went to
the Axara concert.

It's a natural aphrodisiac.

Well, if you're a pimply
millennial, perhaps,

but the detective
is a grown woman

with sophisticated tastes.

Trust me, she's not
so easily won over.

Oh, my God.

You are totally
freaking out right now.

What?

About this coming
between you and Chloe.

Don't be preposterous.

I'm not freaking out
about anything.

It's okay. Okay, I-I get it.

You're afraid that

they're gonna start spending
all their time together.

You know, joining each
other at crime scenes,

bantering over
dead bodies.

And where does that
leave you, right?

I assure you, Miss Lopez,
that is the least of my worries.

The chemistry in
there is just a...

a flash in the pan.

- Exactly.
- Mm.

A completely hot
flash in the pan.

Lucifer, what you and Chloe
have is on a total other level.

Exactly. Nothing
is changing.

Nope. Nope.

Anyhow, I just...

I wanted
to say thank you for coming.

I just...
I had a really great time.

So when can we do it again?

Um... uh...

a con... a concert, or...?

I was thinking
something quieter.

Maybe dinner?

I know a pretty good Italian
place if you're into that.

Uh, I mean, I love... Italian,

but, uh,

weren't you saying
that you didn't want to...?

Hey, Chloe, I just
wanted to, uh...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to interrupt.

- My bad.
- No, no. You're good.

We were just, um...

Just...

What's up?

Well, uh, we have a case...
double murder.

Some couple found
in a convertible

at a lookout off Griffith Park.

Super creepy scene,
by the sounds of it.

Mm-hmm. Okay,
I'll be right there.

Espinoza, could I get
a copy of that file?

Sure thing.

What would I like?

Well...

sometimes the answer
to that is not so simple, is it?

I mean, I would like to know
what my father's next test is.

I feel pretty confident
that I passed the last one,

but... what's next?

And what am I supposed
to do in between?

Or is that, in itself,
a test?

Okay.

How about a large mocha
with extra whip?

Sure. Sure.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Large Americano
for Charlotte.

Mom? Mom?!

I can't believe
it's you.

Uh, Lucifer said
that you were gone,

that-that he used
the Flaming Sword

and sent you into
another universe.

What are you doing back here?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Uh...

no.

No, you don't.

I, um... I'm sorry.

I thought you were
someone else.

No, wait.
You know Lucifer,

so you do know me.

What did you mean,
a "Flaming Sword"?

I'm really sorry,
but I have to go.

For the record,
Detective, I'd like you to note

that I haven't once asked you
about your evening with Pierce.

I realize
it's none of my business.

You're right. It's not.

But Miss Lopez thinks
you boned.

What?

Her words, not mine.

I, uh, simply thought
you should know.

We just went
to a concert, you know?

It's not a big deal.

Right. That's what
Dr. Linda said, too.

Well, for having this
not be your business,

you're certainly talking
to a lot of people about it.

I know. I just wish
people would stop prying.

But regardless, I've
come to the conclusion

that no matter what happens
with you and Pierce,

you and I are
partners, Detective,

and nothing can
come between that.

Prepare yourselves, people.

This is a different
kind of case.

Lieutenant,
what brings you here?

I had a gut feeling
about this case.

I wanted to see
if I was right.

As much as we appreciate your
digestive feelings, Lieutenant,

the detective and I have this
utterly under control,

- so, if you don't mind...
- I don't mind at all.

Ella, what do we have?

Meet Robbie Matthews
and Rachel White.

Looks like they were
drugged unconscious,

and then someone literally
smashed their chests in.

Do we know
how they were drugged?

Uh, best guess, maybe the killer
used some form of anesthetic.

Liquid or aerosol.

And then crushed their ribs,
their sternum.

And finally, their hearts.

Well, it's not hard to figure
out what the desire was here.

Well, the killer was clearly
trying to send a message.

That he couldn't stand
this couple's relationship.

So, what?

We think maybe
she had a jealous stalker?

Or an angry ex.
We need to talk to anyone

who had a problem
with this relationship.

See, we've got this,
Lieutenant.

No need to mess
with success.

Which one of them was married?

Well, no weddings rings, so,
neither of them, obviously.

But good on you
for participating.

Has anyone checked their
chest cavities yet?

What? Why would we do that?

In the '50s, there was
a guy named Clark Hoffman.

He was known for
making his victims

swallow their wedding rings.

Right, the Broken Hearts Killer.

By the time they caught him,

he'd killed seven
cheating couples in L.A.

His crime scenes were
about as gruesome as this.

Wow, you really know
a lot about this.

The cop who solved
the case

was an old mentor of mine.

And didn't Hoffman die
a few days ago in prison?

Making him a particularly
useless addition

to this conversation.

Unless his death
inspired a copycat.

Or maybe they're using this
as an MO to throw us off.

Thank you.

- I hope that's all it is.
- All righty,

guess we'll get out
the old chest spreader

and go fishing
for some wedding rings.

Or, according to their
social media profile,

Rachel was single,
and Robbie was married.

We need to talk
to the spouse ASAP.

Yep.
Don't worry.

Nothing's changing.

- Nothing at all.
- Hmm.

Okay, Monkey,
you grab the backpack,

I'll grab the... brownies,

and we'll get you to school.

Maze, are you home?

Hey...

Daddy...

- there's a man in my bed.
- What?

And he smells bad.

I see you found the band.

Go wait in the car.

Seriously,
what were you thinking

letting a drunken rocker
sleep in Trixie's bed?

I was thinking
he was too drunk

to make it up the stairs
to Chloe's bed.

What's the big deal?

The big deal, Maze,

is that you live
with a nine-year-old.

It's not okay.

Ooh... did I make Dan mad?

Why are you...

Are you going through
something lately?

Other than the band, no.

Fine.

Whatever.
Clean up.

I don't want to have to
tell Chloe about this.

She has enough
on her plate right now.

You know, there
are some things

I could tell Chloe, too.

Like what?

Like...

remember when we had
a guy killed?

Yeah.

That was fun.

Seems we both have things
we'd rather Chloe not know.

Look, I don't know what's
going on with you right now,

but whatever it is...
figure it out.

Emma Mathews just
got brought in.

And Emma Matthews is...

The victim's wife.

Right.
Yes, of course.

Well, mustn't keep the
murderous lady waiting.

Mind if I join?

You sure?
You don't have to.

I know.
I want to.

Great.
The more the merrier.

Uh... I know what
you're doing.

I'm getting ready to
question a suspect.

And I hate to break it
to you, Cain,

but there's only
room for one immortal

in the detective's life,

- and that position's already been filled.
- By you.

The detective and I are a team...
a package deal, if you will.

Sadly, there's just no room
for a third.

And I don't understand why

you're trying to spend time
with her anyway.

What happened to the whole
wanting to die thing?

I had a change of heart.

I'm sorry if I upset you.

I didn't think you two
were a thing.

We're not a thing.

We're partners.

Well, if that's all it is,
then you've got nothing

to worry about, do you?

Wait...

Right.

Yeah.

Fine, fine.

I prefer standing anyway.

Emma,

four months ago, your
husband reported that

you slashed his tires.
Then two months ago,

neighbors saw you throwing
rocks through his window.

And then just last month,

you were seen threatening
him with a bat.

Can you explain that?

Look, I'm not proud
of what happened.

But I was upset.

I just found out
Robbie was cheating on me.

Well, completely understandable.

I mean, what else
are you supposed to do

when some parasite inserts
himself into your relationship?

So is that why you did this?

What?

Is this for real?

I... admit I hated Rachel,

but I would never hurt Robbie.

I-I may have gone
a little nuts

when I learned
he was cheating, but...

after the courts forced me
into therapy,

we started talking.

We chose to divorce amicably.

Oh, God.

I can't believe he's dead.

This is preposterous.

Do you really
expect us to believe

that you were okay with someone
tearing you two apart?

- It's the truth.
- Does the name

Clark Hoffman
mean anything to you?

Who?

I know we're gonna check out
her alibi,

but my gut tells me
to believe her.

Oh, please. Just 'cause
she spouted some drivel

about conscious uncoupling?

Because she has no idea
who the Broken Hearts Killer is

and she has no motive
to go after Robbie.

Well, she's
obviously lying,

about her relationships
and the murders.

Please tell me I'm not
the only one who sees that.

- Detective?
- I think we can't take

- Emma's word at face value.
- Mm-hmm.

We don't have to.
Another couple

was just found dead
holding hands.

This time
at a cheap motel.

The Safari Inn.

This isn't just
a lovers' quarrel.

No, you're right.

The copycat's
just getting started.

Lieutenant, we need you
on this case.

And I normally love threesomes.

Meet Mary Lee
and Dennis Horn.

Just like our first lovers,
they were drugged unconscious

before the killer took something
really big and really hard

and literally...

- Bludgeoned their hearts.
- Mm-hmm.

And then moved them here
and staged this whole scene.

And just like the other victims,
one of them's married.

She's got a tan line
on her ring finger.

We actually
ended up finding

a wedding ring inside
the first victim,

so good bet we'll
probably find one here, too.

Any other evidence?

More like
lack thereof.

Place was wiped clean,

just like the
first crime scene.

I mean, this
killer, you guys,

whoever he...
or she... is,

total pro.

Well, Emma's alibi checks out.

There's no obvious connection
between the couples.

I just wonder how the killer's
picking his targets.

Well, Lieutenant,

as our resident
Broken Hearts expert,

wouldn't you say it's time to
enlighten us with your wisdom?

No one knew how the original
killer chose his victims.

I guess we just got lucky
we caught him when we did.

"We"?

The LAPD.

We don't have time
for luck. We got to get back

to the station,
figure out a connection

between these victims.

Yes, I couldn't agree more,
Detective.

After all,
the sooner we finish this case,

the sooner things
can all go back to normal.

Oof.

Gnarly.

You're
burning my table.

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um...

You don't ever take
a moment to stop, do you?

No rest for the wicked,

so no rest for me, either.

I've got you
figured out, you know.

You do, huh?

You could work anywhere...

your office, your home,

but you choose
to work in this bar.

Why?

I like a stiff drink?

Because you don't actually
want to be alone.

Then why do I sit by myself?

Maybe you feel like you
don't deserve the company.

Well, look who's
a detective now.

So, what are you
spending all these

lonesome hours on, anyway?

I'm working on trying
to find the guy

who kills cheating couples.

The Broken Hearts Killer?

That's what they call him.

Six crime scenes,
not one shred of evidence.

It's like I'm looking
for clues that don't exist.

It never ceases to amaze me,

the lengths people will go to

when they want to make
something just right.

What do you mean?

Like when people
come into the bar

for a special occasion,

like a birthday
or a proposal.

Sometimes they'll come
in here days ahead of time

just to make sure
everything's perfect.

Maybe it's the same for

whoever this Broken
Hearts guy is.

- All right, Lieutenant, what did you want to show us?
- I may have a lead.

Ah, did you find it
during A.V. Club?

We already know
the killer disabled

the hotel's
surveillance cameras.

On the day
of the murders, yes,

but then I started thinking
what if the killer

scoped out the location
a week before?

And I found this.

- Wait, is that...
- Our guy? Maybe.

The car's registered to a Neil
Berger, former schoolteacher.

Well, that's it,
a chap snapping photos?

How do we know
he's not scrapbooking?

I put an APB out on him, and...

We just got a hit.

He's been spotted in front
of the original killer's house.

Let's go.

We-Well, that's...

actually quite promising.

Hi.

Listen, I know we're not
exactly speaking right now,

but there's something
that I need to tell you.

Okay.

Now, don't freak out, but, uh,

Charlotte Richards is back.

Oh...

But you have absolutely
nothing to worry about, Linda.

She's not, uh...

You know,
she's not Mom anymore.

Wow.

It's really kind of you

to come all the way
over here to tell me that.

I mean, especially...
when you must be dealing with...

such a shock yourself.

You knew, didn't you?

I may have run into Charlotte

a few times...
I don't know,

maybe... here.

You're treating her, Linda?

You didn't think,

just once,

that maybe I had the right
to know that she was alive?

I assumed you knew.

Well, maybe you can help me.

For the last time, man,

please, please quit taking
pictures of my house!

Your house?

You're lucky you get
to live here, okay?

This place should be
a freakin' landmark by now!

Do you know who lived here?
A great artist, man.

Who are you?!

Seriously, last warning, dude.

Next time,
I'm calling the cops.

Call the cops.
They'll be on my side.

Oh, whatever.

- Neil Berger?
- Yeah.

Wow. Sorry you had
to witness that.

Um, bah.

Okay, who's ready?

Ready for what?

For the wonder that is
the Broken Hearts Tour.

Duh. You guys are
my 3:00, right?

Uh-huh.

All right, all right.
Let's get some ponchos on you.

When I ran into Charlotte,
I-I-I may have mentioned

a few things that
I shouldn't have.

But by the time I realized
that she wasn't Mom...

it was too late.

Oh, no.

You know, she was just
staring at me

with these...
these lost eyes,

searching for answers.

What are you
asking me, Amenadiel?

I think that maybe she
deserves to know the truth.

I understand that

you miss your mom

and that you didn't
get to say good-bye.

But Charlotte is a woman
who has literally

been to Hell and back.

She's fragile.

When I found out the truth,
it nearly broke me.

And I was stable.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying if you really
want to help Charlotte...

...you'll stay away.

Originally built in 1909,

Hoffman's iconic
Craftsman home

is just blocks away
from what I like to call

"The Last Heartbreak"...

the scene of the final murder,

and where the killer
was ultimately

apprehended by police.

Why are we wasting our time

with these ridiculous
shenanigans?

Let's just grab this
miscreant and be done with it.

Because, unfortunately,
we don't have

enough evidence to arrest him.

Serial killers love
talking about themselves.

The more Neil talks,
the more likely

he'll incriminate himself.

I may as well be
speaking to myself.

Uh, I'm listening.

Um, excuse me,
uh, Neil, is it?

Yeah. Well, I was wondering
what you thought about

this new copycat killer
who surfaced.

Ask me, it was only a matter of
time before someone picked up

where the original killer left
off. You know, someone special.

Someone who knew there was
a need for what he did.

Right. The original killer,
he was an auteur.

But this new guy,
he's just...

Sort of a cheap copy.

Whoa.

Hold on a second.

This new guy is
not the original,

okay, but he is
a damn sweet cover.

He is efficient,
he is precise.

I mean, he gets the
little details right,

down to the
interlocking fingers.

Detective Decker, LAPD.

That information wasn't
public yet, was it?

No, it wasn't.

Finally, this bloody
charade is over,

and things can all
go back to normal.

I'll meet you
back at the precinct.

Ow.

You're burning my table.

Can I help you?

Kay?

Kay. Kay, how is this possible?

Is this a prank?

Did someone put you up to this?

Look, I get it.

I look just like
my grandmother,

but this is taking things
too far.

Your grandmother,
of course.

I'm sorry, I knew her
back in the day.

The resemblance is
incredible.

You knew her back in the day?

How old were you, like, two?

I'm older than I look.

Well, Mr. Older Than
You Look, I'm Maddie.

Hi. Pierce.

I used to come in here a lot,

back when I was just
a detective.

That's what we do here...

cheap drinks,
good cooking and cops.

That's actually how
my grandparents met.

Gramps was a cop,

and he met Nana when
she was waiting tables.

- "Raids" White is your grandfather?
- Yep.

Cops are always
coming in here

and geeking out over him.

Well, yeah.
Kay married the cop

who solved the Broken
Hearts Killer case.

Well, he made the arrest,
but he never really solved it.

He caught the guy red-handed,

staging bodies
in the Chavez Ravine.

True, but he never revealed how
he chose his victims.

It drove Gramps crazy,
so he kept at it

even after he retired.

He would sit in that
booth right there

with his old files when Nana worked.

Where is Ray these days?

Forest Lawn Cemetery.

Uh, Gramps passed about
six years ago.

And her?

Followed a little after.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

They lived a long,
happy life together,

and went peacefully,
a few months apart.

That sounds nice.

All right, case
closed, I assume.

And not a particularly
interesting one, in retrospect.

Let's find something that's
more challenging, you know?

More "us."

This case isn't over. We have to
get a confession out of Neil.

Oh, so you and Pierce can do
your dynamic duo thing again?

No. It's you and me this time,
no Pierce.

Oh. No Pierce, but we're still
following his lead in absentia.

We are following the case.

Let's go solve this.

So Neil, from your tour,

I saw that you like
to tell a good story,

how'd you do it?

Yeah.

Uh, well, it was early.

And, uh, we met at a bar.

And then, I, uh,
I gave him a sign.

And he came over, at which
point, I think I said, "Hey,"

and then, he was all like...

- "Hey," and then...
- Right. Can you fast-forward

to the part where you smashed
the couples' chests in?

Wait a minute.

You-you think I'm the copycat?

You fit the killer's
psychological profile to a T,

you know things about the case
that no one else could know.

Oh, my God.

This is gonna be
so amazing for the tour.

Now I'm actually part
of the investigation.

Oh, geez, I owe McMillan now.

Mc... McMillan?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Officer McMillan over in Vice.

He's helped me out
throughout the years.

You know, he would
slip me, uh,

copies of stuff
for the tour.

And then, when these new
killings started happening,

well, I bought
some photos off of him,

and it was the best 400 bucks
I've ever spent.

Ha! So Pierce doesn't know
everything, after all.

Thank you.

Hey, Dan.

If you're looking
for Twisted Ferret,

they've got a gig
in Bakersfield.

They'll be back.

Because this gig is still
the best gig in town.

The school called.

Apparently,
Trixie gave pot brownies

to Ms. Benson
for Teacher Appreciation Day.

Well, did she appreciate them?

No, she didn't, Maze.

She didn't appreciate being
rushed to the hospital

when she couldn't feel
her legs anymore.

The woman's 70 years old.
What the hell were you thinking?

Hey, not my fault the old hag
can't handle the good stuff.

It's not a joke, Maze!

Our one red line
is our daughter,

and things like this
cannot happen.

Or what, Douche?

If you want to live in
the same home as my kid,

you can't keep pulling
stunts like this.

Fine.

I'll move out.

Since none of you
want me here anyway.

That's not what I'm saying.

No.

No, you would all love me
to be something I'm not.

Well, I am not a babysitter.

I am not a roommate.

And I am sick of your
Goody Two-shoes ex-wife,

and that stupid little brat
of yours anyway.

Maze.

Classy.

So Neil isn't our killer.

No, he's just an obsessed
tour guide

who illegally obtained
crime scene photos.

- So we don't have any suspects.
- Yeah, and our killer

could be trying
to find his next victim.

We need a lead.

Hold on.

You said your grandfather kept
copies of all his files.

Do you still have them?

Somewhere in the back, yeah.

My mom didn't have the heart
to throw them out.

You mind if I take a look?

Sure.

Chloe, meet me at The Adams.

I may have something.

Yeah. I'm on my way.

Ah. I
know that look.

Either there are new sandwiches
in the vending machine,

or you have a lead.

Actually, Pierce has a lead.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

- He wants us to meet him.
- Why?

So we can watch him pontificate

while leading us down
another blind alley?

What is your problem today?

My problem, Detective, is that
we don't need a third party

interfering with
our partnership.

You know what?
Maybe it's best

if I meet Pierce alone.

We don't have time
to make this about you.

There is a serial killer
on the loose.

Uh... Detective.

To wrapping up
your latest case.

Sayonara, Broken Hearts Killer.

Well, Ray was actually
the one to catch him,

but I'm happy
to drink to that anyway.

Now, maybe you can take me
on a real date,

instead of just pie
and drinks here.

Let me guess,
you already have your next case.

No, not this time.

Um...

I'm transferring.

Out of state.

Transferring?

Why?

It's just... time.

I don't understand.

This is what I do. I move
forward and I never look back.

But I thought we...
you and I were...

I deal with death
every day,

and someday, you're gonna die,
too, and I just...

You have these
walls up,

and I thought it was part
of your whole tough guy act,

you're scared.

But you know what
the sad truth is?

If you don't
learn to open up,

nobody will ever love you.

I know.

Pierce, look at this.

Hey.

Pierce.

Are you okay?

Yeah, sorry. Um...

What were you saying?

Your mentor,

look at all this stuff
that he found, like,

look... these call logs.

They prove that the
original killer's victims

all had spouses that called
into the Dear Dottie radio show.

That was a radio show about
love and relationship advice.

Yeah.

Yeah. You really know
your history.

A-Anyway,

it's the only connection that
was found between the victims.

But that show went off the air
years ago.

I'm not sure
how it's gonna help us now.

Well, if the original killer
listened to the radio show

to find his victims, then maybe

the copycat's doing
the same thing.

So the question is what
radio show would that be now?

Oh, my God. Chance's Chocolates?

I'm obsessed.

It's a radio show that sets up
cheating couples.

See, Chance brings
someone on who thinks

their spouse is
cheating, and then,

he calls the cheater pretending
to be a candy shop

giving away free chocolates
as a promotion,

and asks
who they should send it to.

- How thrilling.
- Huh. - Right?

And then, the person
either names their partner

and "Aw, happy ending,"
or... they name someone else,

and expose
their dirty,

cheating ways.

Oh, it's so juicy.

So it turns out, both couples

had a significant other
that appeared on the show.

So
we're assuming

that our killer listens
to this juvenile program?

We've narrowed
our suspects down to anyone

who doesn't have
satellite radio, and Ms. Lopez.

Actually, the addresses
are beeped out.

Probably for reasons like this.

Okay, so the killer has to be
somebody that works on the show.

Someone with access
to this info?

Right. So we need to make
ourselves the target,

and flush the killer out.

Great idea.
Decker and I will do it.

We'll give out
my home address

and lure the killer there.

Sure.

- That could work.
- Oh, man.

You guys are totally gonna be
the cheating lovers.

Marvelous. Well,
since that's been sorted,

I assume my services
are no longer needed.

Uh, actually,

there is one
more piece

of the sting we'll need.

And we are here
with our jilted lover, Lucifer.

Now, first off,

what is up with that name?
"Lucifer"? I-I...

You think maybe

that is part of the reason
that's driving a wedge

between you and your old lady?

Well, first off,
I am not a "jilted lover."

No, no. No one ever wants
to believe that, do they?

But you wouldn't be here
if you probably didn't think

something was going on, right?

And we're gonna find out
exactly what that is

when we come back.

You're doing great, by the way.

You're late!

Yeah, sorry I'm late.
Traffic was just awful.

Stop.

I ordered a pastrami.

Is this pastrami?
No, it is not pastrami!

Now get out of here!

And we are back
with our guest Lucifer,

who is now gonna tell us
all about his girl Chloe.

Uh, right. Well, um,
she's my partner.

At work.

Oh, so it's
a workplace thing, huh?

When did things change?

Well, she's been spending quite
a bit of time with our new boss.

Cheating on you with the boss?

Oh, that's low.

Well, it's quite
a bit more complex

than your obnoxious braying's
making it out to be.

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Let's get Chloe on the line.

Uh, yes?

Uh, hello, uh, Chloe?

Uh, this is, uh, Pop Sugar.

We are a new Swiss chocolate
shop in Los Feliz,

and we are, uh,
running a big promotion.

Yeah, we are going to send, uh,
a free box of chocolates

to, uh, your special someone,

if you have
a special someone somewhere?

Oh, wow.

Wow, yeah, that's awesome. Um...

and-and actually,
it's perfect timing.

Um, as we're having, um,
a date night tonight.

Oh! Wonderful.

All we need, then,
is his name and address.

Yeah, his name is Marcus,
and he lives at...

Okay, Chloe, that is good.

Listen, I'm just curious,

because we're all
such romantics here,

what is it about, uh,
t-this, uh, guy

that gives you the goose bumps?

Uh...

um...

well, he's, um...

he's...

he's very handsome.

Yeah, but isn't there anything,
uh, more than just looks?

Um, well, he's very brave,

and we both care
about the same sorts of things,

like, well, doing what's right,

and, uh,
and helping other people.

I think he's a good person.

Sounds like
a hell of a guy.

Uh, and we'll make sure
to get that package to him

uh, before the end of the night.

Okay, thanks.

And there you have it, everyone.

Another cheater exposed.

Sometimes,
chocolate can be dark,

but you know what?

Isn't better to always know
the... truth?

Where the hell did he go?

Welcome to my humble abode.

Um...

I like rocks.

You have a
rock collection?

Well, the thing about rocks
is they're old.

They never change.

I've taken one from all
the places I've visited.

You've been a lot
of places, huh?

Well, gather no moss
and all that.

I know I don't have
a lot of things,

but what I love about this place
is the killer view.

Oh, my God.

This is beautiful.

Decker, listen.

I know that our, uh,
opportunity for a second date

was interrupted earlier.

Hopefully this will
make up for it.

Hey, you guys all set?

Hey, Dan. Yeah.
We're all set here.

Coast is clear on my end.

Ah, excellent. Daniel.
You're here.

Hey, pal. I didn't know you
were coming in for this one.

I wasn't, but, um, I wanted
to ask you something.

Okay.

How did you move on
from the detective

when I showed up
and replaced you?

And please,
don't say improv.

- You didn't replace me.
- Well, true, true.

I suppose that would imply
we're on the same level.

Look, I get
it. All right?

I get how you feel with this
whole Pierce and Chloe thing.

- Mm.
- And, yes,

I admit, I did feel a little
jealous when you showed up.

Well, justifiably so.

But then I realized
you had nothing to do

with why my marriage ended.

You and I are
different people.

We each have our own
relationship with Chloe.

Once I came to terms
with that, I was fine.

I hope you don't mind.

I asked Lopez what
your favorite dish was.

No, it's, um, it's great.

Is something wrong?

Um...

um, Marcus, maybe we
shouldn't do this.

Are we too visible?

No.

- Is the plan too obvious?
- No, no, no.

I mean you and me.

You know, we work together
and things could get weird.

That's all.

Look, you asked me
out first, Decker.

I, uh... I did

and you turned me down.

And I... I was disappointed,
but, you know, I got it.

And you're the one who said
you're, you know,

"not relationship material."

You're a good man
and I really like you,

but I, uh, I-I need somebody
who can let me in

and I just don't know
if that's... you.

Hello, shadowy figure.

Here to spoil the date?

God! God!

LAPD. You're under arrest.

I know my rights, okay?

Fair use, I want a lawyer.

Pastrami boy?

- You're the killer?
- Killer? What?

What are you talking about?
Dude, I'm here for the show.

- What show?
- The show, the show.

I-I-I try to film an angry ex
busting in on their spouse.

Like you and then I
put it up on my Web site

as a bootleg
after show. Hey!

Hey, look, I'm trying
to be a producer, man.

The only reason
I'm interning

is so I can get access
to those tapes

and I post those tapes raw
and unedited on my Web site.

Unedited?

Without the addresses
censored out?

Well, yeah, I mean,
that's what unedited means.

I'm showing life
at its most raw.

Ow.

The killer could be listening
to those tapes.

Could be anyone.

Maybe I should've waited
until after dinner

to say all that.

No, you're right.

I do have walls up.

I've had them up
for a long, long time.

When I feel like someone's

getting past them, I run.

But with you, Chloe, I don't
want those walls up anymore.

I don't want to run anymore.

You deserve someone
who's gonna let you in

and I want to do that
if you'll give me the chance.

That's...

Chloe?

You all right?

Chloe!

Chloe.

You shouldn't have hurt him.

Too bad.

If you'd started with him,
I would've let you swing.

You... you're the... you're
the guy from the radio.

Yes, and you're the chap

who bought the original
killer's house.

How remarkably
method of you.

Don't-don't-don't
you get it?

I-I-I-I did this for you.

I-I... these-these two,
they-they-they betrayed you.

I didn't
ask for this.

But you deserve it.

I found Hoffman's journals

hidden in the attic.

He understood how hard it is
to lose someone you care about.

We wanted to show the world

that you-you can't
just leave people.

You don't get to decide who
someone wants to be with.

And neither do I.

Does this mean you're-you're
not, you're not gonna...

Detective.

Oh, my God. Are they okay?

They're fine.
They're fine.

Come on. Wakey-wakey, Detective.

Come on, pal.

Lieutenant Pierce.

I've got a
wake-up for Charlotte.

You are following me.

No, this-this is, this is just
where I come to read the paper.

I know when people
are lying to me.

Honestly, this is just,
um, all... it's really...

all a big misunderstanding.

So all the crazy
stuff you said earlier...

is a misunderstanding?

Please, I just...

You don't understand
what it's like

not remembering
what you did,

not knowing who you were.

All I want is the truth.

How do we know each other?

You were my mom.

I know.

I know.

Please, have a seat.

There is, uh, there is
so much to explain.

Olga? Wait, I'm sorry.

I thought that Maze was gonna
be here watching Trixie.

No Maze.

She said mean thing
to me and then she go.

What do you mean, "she go"?

She take her knives
and she move out.

Oh.

Thank you, Olga.

I know. Thank you, though.

Olga, did you forget something?

Well, that's a new one.

Never been mistaken
for an Olga before.

What are you doing here?

I, um...

I wanted to explain.

- Look, I know that I've been acting...
- Insecure.

Childish. Possessive.

Well, I was going
to say strangely, but...

...never mind.

The truth is that perhaps
I was slightly insecure

about Pierce moving in
on our partnership.

Oh, Lucifer, that's
not what's happening.

No, I know,

because I've realized that
there's room in your life

for all sorts
of relationships,

even if one of them
is with... with him.

- I know...
- Just...

please, be careful.

Okay.

Do you want to stay?
I can make some coffee

- and we can...
- Ah, I can't, unfortunately.

There's a bachelorette party
at Lux and... well.

Okay, another time.

Yes.

Okay, well... have fun.

Dinner sounds great.

How about tomorrow?

- That's perfect.
- Good. I'll pick you up at 7:00?

- Yeah.
- I'll see you then, Chloe.

Someone special, I assume?

Yes, she is.

And for the first time in
my life, I'm gonna go for it.

Good for you.

You have to risk
a broken heart

if you want to get something
out of this life, right?

It's not my heart
I'm risking.

She's the key to finally getting
what I've always wanted.