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- Previously on Lucifer...
- LINDA: Is it possible

you're not dealing with
something? Chloe and Pierce?

Perhaps you're not
as okay with

that relationship
as you think.

MAZE: Decker's the one
who's gonna suffer.

Getting her to fall for
you and then vanishing?

Ruthless.

I don't care who I have to hurt,

as long as it allows me
to finally die.

Neither I nor Lucifer
have the power

to get anyone into Heaven.

There's no hope
for me.

I'm going to Hell.

And I am sick

of that stupid little brat
of yours.

Pierce, I Io...

Stop.

I can't do this.

What?

LUCIFER:
Why?

Why did you hurt her?

Why?!

I couldn't...
hurt her like that.

Your mark. It's gone.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

(gasps, chokes)

LUCIFER:
Just like that... it's gone?

I don't understand.
How?

How the hell

did you finally get rid
of your bloody mark?!

I don't know.

(sighs)

I guess the plan worked.

What plan?

The plan to get Chloe
to fall for me.

And why would you have
a plan for that?

'Cause I finally figured out
what makes us vulnerable.

(chuckles) Us?

It's Chloe's love.

Think about it.

She loves you, you bleed.

Now she loves me,
so I can die.

Well, congratulations,

'cause you've just come
to the most absurd

conclusion I think
I've ever heard.

Is it?

I tried to stop her
from saying the words.

I didn't want to hurt her.

I guess I was too late.

(sighs, chuckles)

She already loved me.

Well, allow me to disabuse you

of your misguided notions.

Regardless of the detective's
possible affections,

I think the reason
that your mark is gone

is glaringly obvious,

isn't it?

The moment you chose
to pull the ripcord

on your dubious plan,

Dad chose to screw with you.

By giving you exactly
what you wanted.

I mean, come on, really.
It's God 101, isn't it?

I really wouldn't be so sure.

Well, you know what?
Who cares

why your mark is gone.

The point is that you,

my mortally challenged friend,
can now die.

So just say
the magic word

and I'll be... I'll be happy
to help you on your way.

Yeah? We'll go
old school, shall we?

Come on!

Let's rock and roll!

Stop.

I got it.

Are you sure?

'Cause really,
really, I don't mind.

I've got it.

Fine.

Suit yourself.

- I guess this is good-bye.
- Yeah.

But, on the bright side,

see you never.

(laughs)

Hey, Ella, do we have, uh...

the-the forensics
on the Duckworth case?

Dope shades, missy!

Thanks.

Yeah, I only wear mine inside
when I'm like, super hungover

or, you know, for some reason
I've been crying.

Right.

Oh, no.

What happened?

(sighs) It's...

Pierce and I broke up.

What?

- Yeah.
- Why?

You were so great together.

Uh, yeah. I... I don't know.

I guess he just,
he freaked out and he ran.

I-I'm guessing

he's terrified of intimacy. I...

I'm just trying
not to take it personally,

'cause it's not like this is the
first time this has happened,

so I just...

wonder if it's something
I'm doing.

No way.

That is some bull to the crap,
right there.

Okay, anyhow...

I'm gonna walk
into Pierce's office

and I'm gonna give
that studly, big-armed man

a serious what for.

Hey.

Please do not say anything.

All right? It's just gonna
make things more complicated.

Fine.

Okay, I-I won't interfere.

How could you do this to her?

You made her so happy!

If you must know,

I was trying to protect her.

I broke things off

because I didn't want
to hurt Chloe.

I know you're my boss, so don't
take this the wrong way,

but do you know

how stupid that sounds?

If you really cared about her,

then what are you
protecting her from?

I guess nothing anymore.

(soft chuckle)

I can actually be with her.

I can grow old with her.

Uh, maybe...

I mean, that's a little

cart before the horse,
don't ya think?

No, you're right, Lopez.
I totally screwed this up.

Yeah. You did.

I need to win her back.

Mm-hmm.

How am I gonna do that?

I have faith.

♪♪♪♪

- Good morning!
- Morning.

Detective, uh, as someone
who goes to therapy,

I understand
you must have many...

feelings following
last night's debacle.

So, if you feel
the need to discuss...

No, it's okay. I really
don't want to talk about it.

Excellent.
I mean, you know,

whatever works for you
works for me.

After all, if all goes
as it should, we'll probably

never be hearing from
that lying lieutenant ever...

- (motorcycle approaches)
- ...again...

Shouldn't you be, uh,
I don't know,

having tea with
Hitler by now?

Change of plans.
I don't want to die anymore.

I want to win Chloe back.

I beg your pardon?

No time to explain.

Okay, I know you probably
hate me right now,

but please, just hear me out.

You were right, about
last night... I got scared.

Things got very real
between us and I...

(chuckles nervously)

...I couldn't handle it. Okay?

And... I'm not used
to feeling this way.

And I realize that
now and that's why

I promise it'll never
happen again, because...

...because I love you.

What?

(exhales)

I love you, Chloe.

(exhales)

Wh-What do you expect me
to say to that?

Well, that you love me, too.

(sighs)

Look, Marcus,
as much as I appreciate

hearing you say those words...

that's what they are:
they're just words.

I can't trust them anymore.

DAN:
Our victim is Reina Markova,

29, prima ballerina
for the L.A. West Ballet

four years and running.

Cleaning staff found her when
they came in this morning.

Any witnesses?

Uh, no. She's known
for taking rehearsals alone.

Especially when
she's two days away

from a big premiere
like Giselle.

Hmm. Hey, Ella.

Any idea of the time of death?

Looks like she was killed
roughly ten hours ago.

LUCIFER:
Oh, what a coincidence.

She's been dead almost as long

as your dreadful relationship
to Pierce.

(quietly):
They broke up?

(quietly):
Actually, he broke up with her.

- DAN: You kidding me?
- What about cause of death?

ELLA:
Right.

Well, according to

the ligature marks
on her throat,

she was strangled...

using the ties from this.

She was killed
with her own shoe?

Not her shoe.
Different size.

But why leave
the murder weapon behind?

Maybe whoever did this
freaked out and ran?

We've seen it before.

Oh, yes, we have,

from the lowest form of scum
on earth... like Pierce.

Well, come on.

I mean, we're all thinking it,
aren't we?

Anyway, time to get the slipper
back to the lab.

Any other questions,
here's my prelim.

DAN: Uh... I'm gonna
join her, 'cause...

because this is awkward.

Oh, and, uh,
personally,

I'm with you, buddy.

Screw that guy.

- (chuckles)
- So, we're searching

for a murderous
Cinderella.

Yes, someone timelessly evil.

Almost like a cretinous
lieutenant named...

Enough, Lucifer.

This murder has
nothing to do with Pierce.

Well, not literally, perhaps...

I know you want me
to hate him.

To tell you he's terrible.

But the truth is,
our relationship

is none of your business.

- Former relationship, you mean?
- Yes.

- Yes.
- No, no...

- No?
- I-I don't, I don't know.

Point being,
you need to back off.

Whether I decide

to take Pierce back or not,
it just,

it has nothing to do with you.

Or maybe it still does.

♪♪♪♪

Great news!

The detective still
makes me bleed.

Which means there's hope.

LINDA:
Uh, hope for...

Well, for the detective,
of course!

Hope that she hasn't
fully succumbed

to that intolerable knob,
Pierce.

Even if he has
lost his mark.

Pierce lost his what now?

Allow me to catch you up.

So, the lieutenant has
a ridiculous theory

that, shockingly,
may hold water.

He believes that
the detective's affections

are what make me vulnerable.

And now that
she cares for him...

well, long story short, old ham
hands isn't cursed anymore.

He's mortal.

So,

your vulnerability is proof

that Chloe cared for you...

but now she
cares for Pierce,

- so no w he's vulnerable, too.
- Close.

She cares for Pierce and me.

As proven by my bleeding.

Yet, for some
inexplicable reason,

she's on the fence
between the two of us.

And how does that make you feel?

Well, it makes me feel...

like I...

...like I need
to tip the scales in my favor.

Show her

which side
the grass is greener on.

And why do you want
to tip Chloe to your side?

Because, as her partner,

it's my duty to save her
from making a terrible mistake.

Uh-huh.

Pierce has clearly blinded her

with his charming oaf routine.

So I need to open her eyes.

Show her that I'm better
than him in every possible way.

And what if
Chloe does choose you?

Well, then, things can finally
go back to the way they were,

before Pierce, obviously.
(laughs)

- Uh...
- (door opens, closes)

Why do I feel like I should've
stopped him this time?

MAZE:
What the hell is this?

PIERCE: It's pretty
self-explanatory.

- The plan is off.
- Why?

We were so close to getting
happily-sexed Decker

to fall for you.

Yeah, and I messed it up, okay?
I broke up with her.

You broke up with her?

What happened to getting rid
of your mark?

Doesn't matter.

I'm done with grand plans
and manipulations.

I don't want
to use Chloe anymore.

What about
what I want?

Because if we don't
get Chloe to love you,

then we can't
lift your curse.

And if we can't
lift your curse,

then I can't kill you
and hang it on Lucifer.

Framing Lucifer
for murder

is the only way to blow up
his life on Earth.

Keep your voice down.

What don't you get?

My side of the plan
doesn't work without yours.

And I need this

to get back to Hell.

I'm sorry.
Like I said, the plan's off.

Says you.

Detective.

Pardon my tardiness,

but I come bearing gifts.

What is this?

Well, I know how you like
your seasonal beverages,

so I got you a
"Luck o' the Irish" Latte

and... oh!
To be sure, to be sure,

little something extra.

Oh, y-you got me a lemon bar.

Mm, well, they're your
favorites, aren't they?

- Mm...
- Look, Detective,

I know that you're going through
a difficult time right now,

and what you need

is someone who knows you.

I know. It's just...

- Um...
- It's just what?

Ooh, lemon bars.
My favorite. Mmm.

Oh, man, these are amazing.
Who made 'em?

Uh, Pierce did.

Would you believe
that hunk bakes?

On second thought,
who needs the empty calories?

Hmm.

Hmm, looks like someone

is trying to crawl their way
out of the doghouse.

Mm-hmm

- Is it working?
- Yes, is it?

Let's just focus on the case.

Ella, what do you have?

Uh, so I got a lead
off the murder weapon.

No match on the DNA, but I did
find a signature of sorts.

The ballet shoe
had traces

of olive oil,
Evian and beeswax.

So our killer's a bumblebee
with expensive taste?

CHLOE:
Or a ballerina.

Dancers all have
their own unique way

of prepping
their shoes.

And, according
to her social media,

guess who uses
those exact ingredients?

Reina's former
understudy

and L.A. West Ballet's
new prima ballerina,

Amber Fontaine.

So either she took out
her competition

or the killer somehow
got one of her shoes?

No, no, no, definitely looks
like a Black Swan to me.

GWENDOLYN: And bras and up.
Ladies, arms out...

CHLOE:
Sorry to interrupt.

We'd like to speak

- with Amber Fontaine.
- For what?

We're extremely busy here.

Yes, us, too.

Solving the crime of
a brutally murdered ballerina.

But Amber didn't have anything
to do with that.

(scoffs) -
And we only got two days

- to get this show up and running.
- Easy, easy, Gwen.

They're just
doing their jobs.

I'm sorry.

We're just all pretty
emotional right now.

Yes, clearly some
more than others.

CHLOE: We know it
was your shoe

that was used to strangle Reina.

That's crazy.

The killer must've stolen them
out of my locker.

I mean, Reina's locker.

Look, respect for going
full Tonya Harding,

but if you're
gonna kill someone,

you should get your story
straight first.

No, Reina's locker was mine
for, like, a week

when she left the company
for her new gig.

But when she came back,
I had to return it.

I-I must've left
my pointe shoes in there.

Where were you
last night?

Home.

Sleeping like a baby.
You can ask my roommate.

Now that Reina's dead,

I'm back to being tied in knots.

Yes, murder can do that.

No, as much as I
thought that I wanted

her spot, to be able to dance
with a legend like Miguel,

I-I wasn't ready.

I was happy to keep
learning from Reina.

I thought it was
our gain and their loss.

Whose loss exactly?

You know, America's Next
Prima Ballerina.

The TV show Reina
was gonna host.

You know, I'm inclined
to believe our young ingenue.

If there's nothing she and
Reina were competing for,

it makes her motive
far less compelling.

Yeah, we need to look
into this TV show,

see why she
turned it down.

Well, it certainly wouldn't
be art over commerce.

No one has that
kind of passion...

Are those from...

Marcus. Yeah.

- Bastard.
- (elevator bell dings)

Luci, what is so urgent?
Why'd you call me here?

Because enough is enough.
It's time.

We need to get rid of Pierce.

What exactly do you mean by

"get rid of Pierce"?

Well, what do you think I mean?

Yeah, we're not gonna
kill him, Luci.

I know, angels
can't kill humans,

yadda yadda yadda.

Spare me the lecture.
Besides, killing Pierce

isn't the answer anyway

because, inexplicable
as it is,

the detective actually
cares for the man,

and breaking her heart
isn't the goal.

I got to admit, I'm a little
fuzzy on that one myself.

What is the goal?

For the detective to realize
she needs to pick me

over that blithering clod,
Pierce, which...

gah, shouldn't even
be an issue, but...

- I'm in.
- You are?

You are my brother and my test.

Whatever needs to be done.

Well, I have to admit,

I didn't expect that
to be quite so easy,

but I'm not one to look
a gift-angel in the mouth,

I'll take it.

So what's the plan?

We need to make
the detective realize

that Pierce isn't the man
she thinks he is.

We need to prove to her

that he is a two-faced,
loathsome biblical liar.

I mean, how hard can that be?

He is the man behind the whole
Sinnerman thing, after all.

Um... what?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Didn't I tell you?

Fun fact: Pierce equals
criminal mastermind.

Anyway...

You run with that, and I'll
keep working on the detective.

GRIZZLED MAN:
Read my lips:

Dance is pain.

You want to feel sorry
for yourselves?

Then go back to Kansas
or wherever you're from.

ELLA:
That is Myles Druker.

Only one of the most amazing
choreographers in the world.

Choreographer
with a bum leg?

Is this one of those, "those
who can't, teach" scenarios?

He was a dancer who lost his leg
in a car crash.

Oh.

But he never believed
in playing the victim.

Instead,

he turned his tragedy
into an inspirational story

for all of us to follow.

He's also the creator of
America's Next Prima Ballerina,

the show that Reina
was gonna host,

until she reneged on her deal
and it cost him a fortune.

Right. Well, I don't see why

he wouldn't take
such a loss in stride.

- (laughs) You see what I did there?
- Mm-hmm.

In stride?

You must be aware
that Reina Markova

was killed last night.

Yeah, I heard. Big whoop.

(chuckles) Well, for a potential
cold-blooded killer,

you're being quite... obvious.

I mean, I just don't think Reina
was much of a professional.

Then why'd you hire her?

Let's just say I was...
pressured

into our collaboration.

By whom?

By none of your business.

Look, I'm a very busy man,

so unless you're gonna charge me
with anything, we're done here.

LUCIFER:
Well, actually, no.

I just have
one more question.

Uh, take note,
Detective.

Here's something I can do
that other people,

rhymes with Shmierce, cannot.

Tell me,

what is it that you
truly desire?

- I wish...
- Yeah.

...that car crash
never happened.

Why? 'Cause it crushed your leg?

No.

Because it didn't crush my leg.

Oh!

Right, well.

Care to explain?

Everyone believes the accident
ruined my career.

Well, the truth is, it made it.

I built my brand
on the notion

that I could
overcome anything.

I walk around with
a prosthetic every day

covering my real leg.

(thump)

Polypropylene.

Oh. So is that why
Reina left the show?

She found out you were a fraud?

No, she quit because I accused
her of blackmailing me.

I was sent an e-mail

with a video that exposed me...

you know,
with two working legs...

said that if I gave Reina a job,
the video would disappear.

So I did.

But she didn't send it?

Apparently not,

even though it was sent
from her e-mail address,

because when I confronted her,
she went ballistic.

Said that she didn't need any
handouts and quit right there.

But if she didn't blackmail you,
then who did?

Beats me.

Right. Well, you better not
be pulling our legs.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Yeah ♪♪

- ♪♪ Yeah. ♪♪
- (door opens, closes)

What are you doing here,
Charlotte?

Isn't it obvious?

I'm a terrible person that's...

that's led a terrible life,
so I'm... (laughs)

I'm preparing myself
for damnation.

In a three-star hotel?

It's what I deserve.

Well, it's time to sober up.

I need your help
with a legal matter.

Don't you want to ask someone
less damned?

I don't think so.

I need to find
a way to prove

that Lieutenant Pierce
is the criminal mastermind

also known as
the Sinnerman.

Say again?

Lieutenant Pierce has been
leading a double life

for quite some time now.

I need to prove it,

and then I need get him
out of the picture

so that Lucifer
can be with Chloe.

(laughs)

I'm gonna need a little
bit more information.

A very long time ago,

God tasked me with blessing
a couple with a miracle child.

Now, that child
became Chloe Decker,

who, it appears,

was placed on this Earth

to cross paths with Lucifer.

Now, since Lucifer
is my test,

bringing those two together
must be my final task.

At which point,

hopefully I'll be restored
in my Father's eyes.

Okay, let me see if
I understand this correctly.

(clears throat)

I help you,

I help enact God's will?

In a way, yes.

And could that...

put me in His good graces
as well?

Maybe.

Good enough.

I'm in.

And I think I know how
to get started.

♪♪♪♪

Well, I'd say that was rather
impressive, wouldn't you?

I exposed a fraud of a man
and got us a lead.

It's like the whole world
is pointing towards,

well, me, today.

(chuckles)
Yes, Lucifer,

very impressive.

Unfortunately,
until cyber traces

this blackmail e-mail,

we have nothing
to do tonight.

Oh, nonsense, nonsense.
The night's still young.

Why don't we, um,
I don't know,

- go for a drive?
- For a drive?

What are we, 80?
Why would we go for a dri...

Ta-da!

I mean, it's not
flowers, but

it does go zero to 60
in, well... fast.

You...

- You got me a car?
- Mm-hmm.

Wait, do you think this is
some sort of competition?

Of course. If it isn't
painfully obvious,

anything Pierce can do,
I can do better.

(sighs deeply)

It's not about stuff,
Lucifer.

Thanks anyhow.

Good morning.

Good morning?

Last I checked,
didn't you move out?

It's mea culpa time.

I came to earn my way back

into the house.

Really? And how do you plan
on doing that?

Well, I tried to think
of something nice,

but that's not really
my strong suit.

(sighs)

But then I heard
you and Pierce broke up.

So, I figured
he hurt you.

Maybe I just hurt him back?

Thanks, but-but no.

I mean, at least not yet.

Ah.

(sighs)

Men are so
fricking confusing.

Yeah, they're dumb.
Really dumb.

- Mm-hmm.
- (inhales deeply)

What happened?

Well...

one minute, things
with Marcus are great.

- Mm-hmm.
- And then the next,

he ends things, and, uh...

And now he's doing
all of these...

really, really sweet things
to win me back.

And it does seem
really nice,

but I just don't know
if I can trust it.

I don't know, ho...

how do you know
if you can trust people?

It's simple.
I can't.

People will always
let you down.

You know what
I do trust? Pain.

And I admit,

Pierce is in
a whole lot of it.

What?
How do you know that?

Well, I may have already gone
to his house to kick his ass

before it occurred to me
I should probably

have asked for permission.

- Maze...
- But I...

I stopped myself.
So there's that.

Oh, Pierce was putting on
a brave face,

but... dude was hurting.

Hey, Mom, what's for break...

Hey.

It's gonna...
take a little time.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Dan, what's up?

DAN (on phone):
Cyber came back.

Turns out the blackmail
e-mail Myles got

pinged to an apartment
registered

to a William Sterling...

chairman of the board
of L.A. West Ballet,

well-known surgeon,
married, two children.

Why would he be trying
to get Reina a new job?

Uh, maybe he was trying to get
the company some press.

Who knows?

Uh, what's the address?

♪♪♪♪

(knock at door)

- Lucifer.
- Detective.

Good morning.
Please,

- come in.
- What are you doing here?

Well... I realized
that you were right.

It's not about the stuff
that I can give you,

it's about actions.

So, I decided to get
a jump on the case

and take a few things
off your plate.

Which, I might add, is
the opposite of Pierce,

whose job it is to
put things on your plate.

- Uh-huh. Where's Sterling?
- Not here.

Which is convenient,
as it's given me time

to learn a few things
about our, well,

slightly deranged
suspect.

Lucifer, did you
break in here?

Detective...

I'm disappointed you'd
think so little of me.

Would you believe it
if I told you

an attractive neighbor
with a key simply let me in?

Unfortunately, yes.

Excellent. Then,
on with the tour.

So, I have come
to the conclusion

that we are inside the lair
of a creepy stalker,

evidenced by photos

of Sterling with Reina.
(chuckles)

Clearly photoshopped.

Uh, some of her

undergarments
lying around.

Don't want to know
how he got those.

And, um...
for the grand finale...

a shrine dedicated
to Reina's old costumes.

Probably liked the smell
of her old sweat... disgusting.

Lucifer, I think...

Sterling is a lovesick obsessive

who wanted to see
Reina's star rise?

Yes, me too.
But clearly his gift

of a shiny new job
wasn't met kindly,

- and so he...
- (door unlocking)

Aha!

Ha, I caught you,
you sicko!

- What did I say, Detective?
- (groans)

Actions, not stuff.

Lucifer, let him go.
He's not a stalker.

He and Reina were
having an affair.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Sterling?

Uh...

I never met anyone
quite like her.

She was the love
of my life.

You mean, the love
of your Tuesday afternoons

and occasional Saturday
mornings, don't you?

You are married,
with offspring,

are you not?

You don't always get to pick
who you fall in love with.

(picture frame clatters)

Is that why you
blackmailed Myles Druker,

to show Reina
how much you cared?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

There's a blackmail video that
was sent from Reina's e-mail.

It was pinged from
this physical address,

and that's why
Myles hired her.

And when she
found out, she quit.

Did she confront you?
Rebuff you?

'Cause it can be
quite daunting

when somebody doesn't
appreciate your gifts.

(inhales deeply)
Perhaps you,

oh, I don't know,
lost your temper.

Uh, that's absurd.
I didn't care

who Reina worked with.

I certainly wouldn't
hurt her over it.

But if you didn't
send the e-mail,

- then who did?
- LUCIFER: Mm.

I don't know.

Maybe someone snuck
onto her computer.

- Is that her computer?
- Yeah.

Who else knows
about this place?

No one, I thought.

Guess I was wrong.

Okay, well,
we're gonna need to

take the computer
into evidence.

(camera shutter clicking)

AMENADIEL:
I cannot believe

how well this is working out.

I mean, finding Pierce
with a known fence?

Who knew the LAPD
could be so helpful?

Well, the LAPD
didn't help with this.

I called in a favor,
had Pierce's phone hacked.

Charlotte!

If I wanted
to break the law,

I wouldn't have
gone to a DA.

And if I hadn't cut corners,
we wouldn't be here

as quickly or efficiently
or as... Well, hell, who cares?

We're working
for God now. Right?

- Well...
- (shutter clicking)

...can't argue with results.

Okay, I think we got
what we need.

Uh, not exactly.

I'm afraid all that you have
are a few photos of an envelope.

If we want to expose Pierce,

we have to find out
what's inside.

Aw, crap.
He's on the move.

Well, maybe we...

(motorcycle starts)

♪♪♪♪

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
need to borrow your bike.

Don't worry, it's for God.

(grunts)

♪♪ Used to know
where the sea struck shore ♪♪

♪♪ Used to know
all my food groups, too ♪♪

♪♪ Used to know
everything I know ♪♪

♪♪ But it all went away
when I went crazy for you ♪♪

♪♪ Used to talk a lot to myself ♪♪

♪♪ But now I don't have to ♪♪

♪♪ Used to just throw rocks
at a lake ♪♪

♪♪ But it all went away
when I went crazy for you ♪♪

♪♪ Used to know how
to write a song ♪♪

(tires screeching)

♪♪ Used to know
what was good for you ♪♪

♪♪ Used to know
everything I know ♪♪

♪♪ But it all went away
when I went crazy for you. ♪♪

Who are you?

Why are you following me?

I said, who are you?

Ms. Richards.

Why are you...

Following you?
(weak chuckle)

Well, it seems I let
my better judgment

get away from me.

I don't understand.

It's complicated.

See...
(chuckles)

...when I heard that
you and Chloe broke up,

I started thinking
about you.

I know how hard it is

to be stuck
in a dark place.

Sometimes, all it takes
is the right person

to get you out.

After all...

(chuckles)

...we both have needs.

Another time.

Hell, I'd be the luckiest
guy in the world,

but I'm in love with Chloe.

Sorry.

ELLA: I know we knew
what was on this video,

yet somehow actually seeing
Myles' fake-fake leg...

- so much grosser.
- Great.

LUCIFER:
The man's an embarrassment

to both dance and prosthetics.

Well, we're just lucky
that cyber could retrieve this

from Reina's computer.

Dan, is there any way to tell
who made this from the footage?

Nothing, no voice.
Not even a measly cough.

Whoever did this was
pretty damn careful.

Yeah, we're still waiting
for DNA results

from the computer's keyboard,

but if the killer wore gloves,
I mean, we're out of luck.

(phone vibrating)

(quietly):
It's Pierce.

(phone continues vibrating)

Well, someone needs
to hit "ignore."

We'll get it.

Hey, Pierce, what's up?

PIERCE:
Chloe, hi.

Listen, I realize that
lemon bars and flowers

aren't gonna cut it.

I think I figured out a way
to prove to you

you can trust me.

Can you meet me at my place
for dinner tonight? 8:00?

Eh, I don't know.

Chloe, please.

Listen, if you don't want
to see me after,

I promise I will never
bother you again.

Just... just come over.

You gotta eat, right?

Okay. Yeah, I can do dinner.

Great. I'll see you then.

- LUCIFER: Detective.
- Hmm?

I couldn't help but overhear
a part of your call

and I understand
that you're torn,

but before
you make a decision

about Pierce
I'd like the chance

to express some thoughts
to you, as well.

Okay. Go ahead.

Right, well, I...

Actually, can we do this
in private?

My place, one hour?

Uh... okay.

Lovely.

(elevator bell dings)

Detective.

Thank you for coming.

I thought you were having me
over to tell me something?

Well, all shall be
explained in due time.

But please, take a seat.

(scoffs)

(clears throat)

Now, I hope you like

chateaubriand.

- Um...
- (chuckles)

♪♪ Out of darkness
beauty grew... ♪♪

Lucifer,
what is all this?

This is to help you

make an appropriate decision
about your future

and, dare I say,

our future.

♪♪ Covered in darkness ♪♪

♪♪ Somehow I survived... ♪♪

Now, we've been through
a lot, Detective.

But now the two of us are alone
in front of this beautiful meal

in this romantic setting,
I can finally

ask you the question I
brought you here to answer

and I hope, well, I hope you can
answer honestly.

Isn't this better than anything
Pierce could do?

You did all of this to...
to show up Pierce?

(chuckles)
It's impressive. I know.

Detective.

Those aren't tears of joy,
are they?

Why are you doing this to me?

To prove to you that you
shouldn't be with Pierce.

(crying):
Why do you care who I'm with?

'Cause he...
he doesn't deserve you.

(crying):
Then who does deserve me?

Someone...

someone better.

You can't have it both ways,
Lucifer.

- (phone ringing)
- Detective, I...

Hey, Dan. What's up?

We got a lead.

So, DNA on the computer
came back negative.

So, we decided we had to watch
the creepy leg video again.

But that's when we saw it,

hidden in the
window's reflection.

It looked like one of those
Magic Eye pictures.

- You know the ones where it looks like...
- G-Guys, what did you see?

- Oh. Yeah.
- Oh, right. Yes.

We are sending over
the enhanced image as we speak.

(phone chimes)

Recognize that costume?

♪♪♪♪

(whispering): Okay, we know
Miguel is behind the video,

but what I don't understand
is why.

Why would he
risk everything

just to get rid of Reina?

Well, isn't it obvious?

He wanted to be with her.

(audience members screaming)

MAN:
There.

STERLING:
Why did you do it?!

Why did you have to take Reina
away from me?

Answer me.
Why did you kill Reina?

Drop the weapon!

You had no right!
You had no right!

Wa i t!

Don't you see?

He didn't want to kill Reina.

Lucifer, get back.

LUCIFER: He tried
everything to simply

get her out of the way.

All those times you
came to pick her up.

She was your friend.

How could you hurt her?

I thought he cared for her.

Yes. But she was
also an obstacle

to being with the woman
Miguel loved... Amber.

But why kill Reina?

Because she found out I was
trying to blackmail Myles.

She was gonna get me fired.

And then he wouldn't
even be able

to work in the same company
as Amber.

Why didn't you just tell Amber
how you feel?

Tell her the truth?

Because...

I was afraid.

Afraid she wouldn't
love you back.

But I do.

I-I do have feelings
for you, Miguel.

(grunts)

I'm sorry.

(crying):
I'm so sorry.

To think...

you could've had
everything you wanted.

All you needed to do
was tell Amber how you felt,

but you blew it.

And so did I.

(sighs)

(motorcycle engine revving)

It's got to be
around here somewhere.

Oh, I got it.

It's empty?

I don't understand.

Was he on to us?

I mean... (sighs)
...did he destroy what's inside?

Maybe he just took it with him.

I'm sorry, Charlotte.

We did everything
that we could.

We're just too late.

Don't be ridiculous.

If I believed in "too late"
I wouldn't be doing any of this.

No, we are not giving up.

After all, you don't quit
when you're doing God's work.

(elevator bell dings)

LINDA:
I'm so sorry.

Ever since you left my office,
I've been struggling

between my role
as your therapist

and my concern for
you as a friend.

Friendship won.

But too late, it seems.

Well, I royally screwed up
this time, Linda.

Turns out

I'm just as bad as our killer.

Oh, God. You killed Pierce?

(chuckles) No.

No.

But I did try everything to get
that lovesick, former immortal

out of the picture when
really all I should've done

was told the detective
how I felt...

...how I really feel.

Then why don't you?

I can't.

What are you so afraid of?

At first it was
your devil face.

What now?

You don't want Chloe to
see that you have wings?

(stammers, chuckles)
Who cares?

- I do! I care!
- Why?!

Because she doesn't have
a choice, does she?

Neither do I!

It's all part of His master plan
to toy with us,

to make us dance
for His bloody amusement.

That's an excuse.

Don't you see?

You're doing the same
thing as Him now.

By not telling
Chloe the truth,

you're taking her choice away.

No.

(laughing): No.

No, it's different.

You know, the truth is...

no one really knows what
your dad's responsible for.

We're all just guessing.

Even you.

But you know the one thing
He can't control?

What you do in this moment
right now.

So I ask you,

the Devil...

what do you truly desire?

I want her to choose me.

Then tell her.

(exhales) Yes.

Yes.

♪♪ Cross my heart
and hope to die... ♪♪

(knock at door)

♪♪ I promise not ♪♪

♪♪ To tell a lie... ♪♪

I'm sorry for
just stopping by,

but when you didn't
make dinner...

No, I, i-it's... I'm sorry.

This case has,
you know, been...

It's okay.

I can say what I need
to say here... now.

(quietly):
Okay.

For days I've been thinking
about how I screwed up.

Tried to figure out how
to make things better.

When you find that person
who gives life meaning,

Chloe, nothing else matters.

Okay, well...

I know you don't trust me.
I know I've made mistakes.

I've made an eternity's worth
of mistakes.

But please, let me spend
the rest of my days

making it up to you.

What? What are you doing?

Chloe Decker,
will you marry me?

♪♪ Cross my heart ♪♪

♪♪ And hope to die ♪♪

♪♪ I promise not... ♪♪

Yes.

♪♪ To tell a lie ♪♪

♪♪ Cross my heart ♪♪

♪♪ And hope to die. ♪♪