All language subtitles for LUCIFER - S02 E12 - Love Handles (720p AMZN WebRip)

Previously on Lucifer...

Tell me, what do you desire?

This is it? This
is your big trick?

Why don't I affect
you, Detective?

I guess we both
have our mysteries.

35 years ago, Father asked
me to come down here

to bless a couple who was
unable to have a child.

You look really familiar.
Have we met?

MOM: Your Father put
her in Lucifer's path.

We're going home, son.

And Chloe is the key.

Andy Kleinberg? Jana Lawrence was
found murdered this morning.

KLEINBERG: One of them broke.
I spilled a little on myself.

What the hell is
happening to me?

MAZE: So what if you slept
with Charlotte Richards?

You slept with my...

Whoa!

He's different when
he's with you.

Chloe Decker is causing your vulnerability.
I'm bleeding.

Do you think I'm
boyfriend material?

Perhaps you've been
underestimating yourself.

You deserve someone
as good as you.

* Holy water

* Cannot help you now

(moaning)

* A thousand armies
(Lucifer laughing)

* Couldn't keep me out

* I don't want your money

(laughs) Oh, Detective.

* I don't want your crown.

(Lucifer laughs)

* See, I've come to burn you

* Your kingdom down...

Detective, are you sure
you want to do this?

Shut up.

* Cannot help you now

* I'm gonna raise the stakes

* I'm gonna smoke you out

* Seven devils all around me

I see you've found
my love handles.

* Seven devils in my house

* See, they were there when...

(moaning)

(crunching, chewing)

How was it?

What are you doing in here?

What? I heard you scream,
so I ran in to see

if you were in danger.
Then I figured out

what was really
going on, you know,

so I stayed to watch the show.

Hey.

What was that... That
thing you were doing?

You were like...

Okay, Maze,

get out.

Now.

All right, at least you're
getting laid in your dreams.

'Cause it's not
happening in real life.

You don't know that.

I just wish you'd
loosen up, Decker.

You know, throw
caution to the wind,

be impulsive,

just once.

Instead of, you know,

being you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Maybe this time
will be different.

This time will definitely
be different, Doctor.

I've decided to take
things slow, for once.

Hmm, and why is that?

Because I'm a responsible Devil.

And I... well, I know what
a big deal the kiss was...

for the detective.

For her?

Well, I'm sure it must have made

quite an impact on her.

I mean, it, it is me.

No doubt she's overwhelmed

by emotions she's
never felt before.

She's overwhelmed?

Mm. Uh-huh.

Is that why you went
your separate ways

after the kiss?

Precisely.

Yes, although she did have
that wretched dependent

waiting for her at home.

Well, two, if you
count the child.

I think I know what's happening.

Y-You do?

You're stalling, Lucifer.

(laughing): Stalling?

Sex? Me?

Doctor, have we even met before?

You're stalling because
you've realized

how complicated your
relationship is.

Look... (sighs)

the, um, the truth is that...

I still don't understand why,

after everything I said about
my less positive qualities,

she still chose to kiss me.

I mean, do you think she's ill?

Or maybe...

she's just taken by you?

Well, that's impossible.

The detective is completely
immune to my charms.

Or she was immune.

Maybe that's what's changed.

Of course, I mean why
else would she kiss me?

But there's also
the possibility...

No, no, no.

No. That's very good.

Thank you, Doctor.

I know what to do now.

(door opens)

Morning.

Hey.

So, how was the
rest of your night?

It was fine, thank you.

How was the rest of your night?

Uh, fine, thank you.

Excellent. So we're
all fine, then.

But before we deal with

whatever atrocity awaits,

there's something important

I need to ask you, Detective.
It's...

well, it's about us.

Okay.

So what is it you
truly desire now?

Lucifer, what the
hell are you doing?

You know that stuff
doesn't work on me.

Right.

Yes, no, of course.
I was, uh, joking.

(chuckles)

Right.

(laughs)

I was just trying to...

Maze said this
morning, you know,

throw caution to the...
Never mind, it...

That was weird. Yeah.
We... let's go.

Right.

Right, what have we got?

ELLA: Meet Rick Cormier.

19-years-old. Malibu
State freshman.

Friends thought he was just
hungover after the big win

against the Pasadena Gray Hawks.

Turns out, he be dead.

Of poisoning.

Ooh.

Like alcohol poisoning?

No, like poison poisoning.

Check it out:

Petechial hemorrhaging,

ribboned skin,

ocular discharge.

(chuckles) Sorry, she
said "discharge,"

it gets me every time.

(laughs)

Any idea

of how long it took the
poison to activate?

ELLA: Well, it's hard to say
for sure, but best guess,

maybe 24 hours?

I hope poor Ricky
made 'em count.

Enjoying what little life he
had left with sex or friends.

Or sex with friends.

I just figured that's where
you were going with that.

ELLA: Yeah, well, I
mean, I don't know

how down he was to party,

but, you guys,

I've seen a lot of
messed up stuff.

This toxin tore through his body

like it was burning him
from the inside out.

I mean, I'm gonna
have to reach out

to my forensic contacts just to
see if anyone knows anything.

Who found the body?

I thought he was just
sleeping it off for once.

I didn't realize he
was freakin' dead.

Do you know anyone who may
have had a problem with him?

No way.

We all loved Ricky.

Did you notice anything
strange in the last few days?

Any unusual behavior?

Like what?

Like someone carrying a
small apothecary bottle

marked with a skull and
crossbones perhaps?

No, nothing like that.

But Johnny Kane came
by the dorm yesterday.

Mm. What, Johnny
Kane Johnny Kane?

As in the actor Johnny Kane?

Yeah. My mom went pretty nuts

when I told her.

He even signed one of my DVDs.

No. Huh.

Oh. To Love Is to Die.

(chuckles) Impressive work.

I mean, to be a man playing
a woman playing a man.

It's absolutely dizzying.

What, should I have
said "spoiler"?

TIMMY: Apparently he was here

researching a role.

Hmm, committed.

He's, like, 40 years
old, there's no way

he could pull off playing
a college student.

Um, surely you
misspoke, Detective.

I mean, Johnny Kane's a spry

and handsome young
man, wouldn't you say?

CHLOE: No, he's quite old. And
since when did you become

the president of his fan club?

Since he just walked in here
wielding a large knife.

Am I too late? Is he dead?

Is he dead? Freeze.
Drop the knife.

It's my fault. He's
dead because of me.

Put down the knife, Johnny.

Yes, listen to her, Johnny.

She's quite a good shot.

You don't understand!

I couldn't do what the man said.

What man?

The man said he
would kill that kid

if I didn't cut my face.

*

Mr. Johnny Kane, you're
an amazing actor

with an impressive library
of films under your belt.

Beloved by critics and
the public alike.

Many would say

you're at the top of your
profession right now.

Which is why it'll
be so interesting

to see what decision you
make for this experiment.

You can either...

carve up your own face, or...

Rick Cormier, an innocent
freshman at Malibu State,

will die of poisoning.

You have 24 hours to decide.

Do what's asked and an
antidote will be delivered.

The choice is yours alone.

LUCIFER: Well, that's dramatic.

When did you get this video?

Yesterday. At first,

I thought it was some sick joke.

Fans send bizarre letters
to my manager all the time,

but this was sent directly
to my personal e-mail,

and it was so...

disturbing.

I couldn't get it
out of my head.

I had to check it out.

So you went to the school.

Yeah, when I realized

that this kid was a
real student at Malibu,

I... I started thinking

that this "experiment"
might be real, too.

I went home and I stared
at that knife for hours.

But I couldn't do it.

I couldn't cut up my face.

LUCIFER: Well, of
course you couldn't.

That's an impossible choice.

This killer is
clearly playing God.

I mean, no one would
do something like that

unless they're
being manipulated.

(sighs)

Not unlike someone

showing affection when it
made no logical sense.

(softly): What?

JOHNNY: I mean, what
kind of sick bastard

would do such a thing?

That's exactly what
I'd like to know.

Excuse me.

(door opens) Where
are you going?

(door closes)

Okay, look, we are doing
everything we can

to trace that e-mail,
but in the meantime,

did you have any connection
to the poisoned student?

Or any idea why he was targeted?

No, until yesterday I'd never
met him before in my life.

(line ringing, phone ringing)

Like that, is it?

Excuse us, thank you.

Fess up.

What did you do to her?

I'm afraid you're gonna
have to be more specific.

I've done a lot of things
to a lot of people by now.

(chuckles) Don't play silly
buggers with me, Mum.

The detective kissed me
and I need to know why.

Did you say you kissed?

Please spare me the
appearance of surprise

and just tell me how you did it.

Well, I wish I had that
kind of power, but, sadly,

I can't take credit.

Why are you so upset?

I assumed you'd be pleased
by such a development.

Well, I...

I'm upset because I just
don't know if it's...

real.

All I can say is,

follow your heart, son.

These things have a way of
working themselves out in time.

Really? DAN: Hey.

Detective.

Counselor. Douche.

Dick. Well, I suppose

that's my cue.

Remember what I said, Lucifer.

Bye-bye, Daniel.

I just came by to tell you
that Chloe's looking for you.

Cyber got a hit off
that e-mail trace.

Great.

Great.

* What are you thinking?

* What do you say...?

* Just can't get enough.

We traced the e-mail to a grad
student named Matthew Hoffing.

He works here part-time.

Libraries. Dreary
places, aren't they?

They smell like feet.

I don't know.

I think they can, uh,
be kind of romantic.

Have you ever, you know,
made out in a library?

What...

Detective, what has
gotten into you today?

This is usually when you tell
me to focus on the work.

And yes, of course I've made
out in a library. Right.

Yeah, I was-I was... I've
been trying to kind of...

You know what?

Never mind. (laughs)

It's definitely not getting
the reaction I was expecting.

Right. So, just... no.

You know what? No.

Since when have you've
been one to avoid sex?

(woman screaming)

(woman moaning on computer)

What? LAPD.

Show us what's in your hands.
No,

raise your hands above your
head where we can see them.

Well, it might be a gun, Detective.
It's not a gun.

WOMAN: Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just...

I don't know any kid...

Ah, ah, ah. Better
safe than sorry.

Right.

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

I don't know any kid named Rick.

You are Dee-man69, yeah?

That's a very clever play
on words, by the way.

Was "Nevergetslaid♫1" taken?

Yes, that's my e-mail, but...

I only ever use it for...
you know...

porn.

Care to explain why you sent
Johnny Kane a threatening e-mail

yesterday at 9:10 a.m.?

LUCIFER: Busted, Mr. Hoffing.

You may as well come clean now.
Pun intended.

First off, I'm kind of
a fan of Johnny Kane.

I think he's super talented,
but not enough to e-mail him.

And secondly,

I couldn't have e-mailed
him at that time

even if I wanted to. I
was T.A.ing a class.

Oh. Here, I can prove it.

Okay.

There is an e-mail there.

Oh, wait for it.

But it wasn't me.

Do they ever get
less predictable?

No, I'm serious. It
must've been hacked.

I didn't send that e-mail, and
I didn't send this one either.

What other one? This
one, sent an hour ago.

It wasn't me.

Dr. Gwendolyn Scott.

You're a world-renowned
thoracic surgeon.

Who's saved an awe-inspiring
number of lives.

Which is why it'll be
so interesting to see

what decision you make
for this experiment.

You can either destroy
your hand or...

Ashley Corbett,

an innocent sophomore at
Malibu State, will die

of poisoning.

You have 24 hours to decide.

Do what's asked, and an
antidote will be delivered.

The choice is yours alone.

This isn't just
about Johnny Kane.

We have to find
Ashley Corbett now.

*

CHLOE: Okay, Dan's with Dr.
Scott.

All we have to do now
is find Ashley Corbett.

Look, once we get inside,

let me handle this.

Okay, Detective,
in order to do so,

we need to... blend in.

Meaning?

Meaning less hall monitor, more,
sort of, hot for teacher.

So, do you mind if I...

Thank you. Right.

I got it. Well, come on.

You're staring. I... fine.

(scoffs)

Okay.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

* Oh, oh, oh.

Um... but, um, one last thing.

Voilà.

No college rager is
complete without one.

Right. Shall we?

* Go, oh, oh

* Oh, wee-oh, wee-oh

* Wee-oh, wee-oh

* Oh, oh * Gr-Greenlight *

* 'Cause I'm ready to go

* Oh, oh.

These are the future leaders
of America, Detective,

engaging in sex, drugs,

and lecherous behavior.
(chuckles)

Makes me proud.

All right, well, don't
get too comfortable.

Remember, we're not
here to party,

we're here to find Ashley.

And she could be sick already,

so let's split up and we'll cover
more ground that way. Right.

Find the girl, don't have fun.
Check.

Mm.

* Feeling like Left Eye, boy, I
burn the roof in this thing *

(laughing): Yeah.

Excuse me, have you
seen this girl?

I think I saw her an hour ago.

She's, like, way hot.
Yeah, great.

Uh, do you know where she is?
'Cause she might be in danger.

Danger of getting wasted! Whoo!

(laughs)

Ashley Corbett?

Anyone seen Ashley Corbett?

Uh, Ashley Corbett? No...

Oh, hello. Hi. Oh. Hi.

(laughter)

Right, uh, yes, uh,
you're all very lovely.

Very lovely.

Dear, how do I turn
this thing off?

I'm looking for Ashley Corbett.

Uh, can you tell
me where she is?

We'll tell you.

But first you have to
do something for us.

(nervous chuckle)

We are almost through, Dr.
Scott.

I really appreciate you
answering our questions.

Probably should've called
you when I got the e-mail.

I was afraid.

It's okay, Doctor.

We're here now.

Can I ask you
something, Detective?

What would you do?

If you were me,

and it were your hand

or an innocent girl's life?

What would you do?

I don't know.

I've dedicated my life
to saving people.

Taken an oath to do no harm.

H-How am I supposed
to make that choice?

You don't have to.

They've drawn blood
from the first victim

and they're already
working on an antidote.

That's great if
they find the girl.

But what if they can't?

They will find her.

I promise you.

Some of our best
people are on it.

CROWD (chanting): Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

(cheering)

(belches)

Right. Now,

can you please tell
me where Ashley is?

Mm. Come with me.

Whoa! Hey...

Was that an earthquake,

or did you just rock my world?

I don't think so.

You got a boyfriend
or something?

* Ooh, I think I'm losing I...

(laughs) * My mind now, yeah.

Definitely not.

* Ooh, I think I'm
losing my mind now... *

(laughter)

Now, I suppose what I'm
saying is, you know,

how do I know that it's real?

It's real if you're two
halves of a whole.

If you're stronger together

than you are apart.

Right, right, but what
does that actually mean?

(door opens)

Damn it, Lucifer,
I was so stupid

to think I could
actually take a leap

and trust you for once.

I mean, a woman's life is on the
line and here you are doing...

Wait, what are you doing?

Well, I was actually
working, Detective.

Oh, my God.

Is this her? Yes.

She's so pretty.

Oh. (chuckles)

Well, I-I mean I was working
and maybe, sort of,

you know, asking about you.

About me? Well, we had
some time to kill

whilst we're waiting for Ashley.

'Cause apparently she's
in that bathroom.

Don't know what's taking her so long.
(knocking)

Ashley Corbett. LAPD.

Ashley.

It just won't stop.

MOM: So, this is where the...

healing happens.

It's cute.

So, what brings you here?

I have some upsetting
information to give to Lucifer.

It's a revelation that might
send him over the edge

against his Father.

Okay.

But considering

that Lucifer and I have
a bumpy track record,

I'm afraid he won't believe me.

I'm afraid he might
think I have some...

(chuckling): Ulterior motive.

Do you?

I'm not going to tell him
this information for you,

if that's what you're asking.

What if I say
pretty please, hmm?

Apparently that's
supposed to do something.

Look, I understand
that you have been...

Uh, are the goddess
of all creation.

You're very...

uh, tall.

And most certainly

quite powerful.

But my loyalties are to
my patient, your son.

Doctor-Devil confidentiality.

But I'm not asking you
to break his trust.

In fact, I'm asking you to
illuminate the truth for him.

If he's going to make an
informed decision about Chlo...

about his future here,

he needs to know the facts.

(softly): Right?

I said please, right?

If this information
is as upsetting

as you're making it out to be,

I'm not interested in
being the messenger.

Afraid I'm too smart for that.

So what you're saying is I need
to find someone he'll trust

that is foolish enough to
help me deliver the news.

That's the exact opposite
of what I'm suggesting.

Thank you, Doctor.

I know just the person.

Now I see the resemblance.

All right, well, call me as
soon as you hear anything else.

Thanks.

How is she?

Is she going to be okay?

They found Ashley.

She's in the hospital.

But the poison must be different
from the first victim.

The antidote they made, it's...
it's useless.

But don't worry, we
will figure out a way.

We always do.

It just takes time. Okay?

I, um... I need to get
a glass of water.

(beeps)

This is Espinoza.

I need to get an update
on Ashley Corbett.

(grinding, whirring)

I'm sorry. Can you say that again?
I can't hear you,

there's a...

garbage disposal...

Doc!

Don't.

Don't.

(screams) DAN: No!

We e-mailed back a
photo of your hand.

Doubt we'll get a response.

The killer knows that
we may be monitoring.

That poor girl was going to die.

I had no choice.

LUCIFER: Oh, don't
be ridiculous.

You had a choice not
to be so foolish.

Lucifer.

Well, who's to say
the killer wouldn't

demand her other hand?

Her spleen? Her heart?

'Cause, believe me,
there is no winning

when you play by a
twisted tyrant's rules.

Excuse me. Can I talk
to you for a second?

(exhales)

You are out of line.

Me?

The doctor just
destroyed her hand.

When are people going
to understand?

Thou shalt not negotiate
with terrorists!

Oh, surely you can see

this is a fool's game.

The only thing I can see is,
you are letting your emotions

get away from you. We can't let
our feelings get in the way

of our work, Lucifer.

We have to work
together as a team,

or else someone could get hurt.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose they could.

MESSENGER: Hello?

I've got a delivery for a Dr.
Scott.

Uh, I'll take that. LAPD.

CHLOE: Thanks.

"I'm a man of my word."

The antidote.

We need to test this and
get it to Ashley now.

Right.

Boo-yah.

Remember how I sent a
shout-out to my peeps

for other poison victims?
Mm-hmm.

Well, meet Monsieur John Doe.

Now, according to
my buddy at DHS,

this guy was found in the cargo
hold of a plane in Chicago.

Similar symptoms
to our poison vic.

And get this, the
flight he was on?

Came out of Los Angeles.

So, he might actually
be the first victim?

Mm-hmm. I mean, the
only difference

is he has hot spots all over
him, almost like the poison...

Spilled on him.

Exactly.

But this stuff is so strong,
Dan, that it killed him anyway.

I mean, we are talking

designer poison here.

Engineered from
controlled substances.

Each one just a
little bit different.

So, how do we get an antidote?

Well, that right there
is the tricky part.

Designer poisons need
designer antidotes.

This guy, our killer,
is really good.

I mean, bad.

But really good.

Oh, my God.

I know.

It's tough. But we'll get
through this, buddy.

No. No, that photo.
Hold on one second.

Where is it?

What?

The same birthmark.

Your dead guy from Chicago

is Andy Kleinberg.

The rich guy that we
looked into for the murder

of that stewardess.

We were searching for a...
a special package

that was smuggled
into the country,

Okay. We never found it.

It had to be the poison.

Kleinberg must've been
the one who stole it.

And look what happened to him.

ASHLEY: This is the other
student that was poisoned?

I'm sorry.

I don't recognize him.

It's okay. We just need to
ask you these questions

now that you're feeling better.

Yes. Now that your inside's
no longer bleeding out.

CHLOE: Do you have
any idea, Ashley,

when you could've been
poisoned yesterday?

No. I mean, it was a normal day.

I woke up. I had a bio exam.

Lunch at the dorms...

Then I just, I went to the
gym, I couldn't even work out

'cause my arm was kind of sore.

Why was your arm sore?

ASHLEY: I don't know.

Uh, I guess, 'cause of
the flu shot that I got?

Do you think that
could have been it?

CHLOE: So, according to the M.E.
report,

the other kid got
a flu shot, too.

Ah. Well, what do you know?

Ashley, where did
you get the shot?

The university health van.

Great. Thank you.

Yes. (clears throat)

Excuse me. Get well soon.

(beeps)

DAN: The guy who
gave the flu shots

was Dr. Jason Carlisle.

This is footage of a car
accident he was in.

He was a professor at Malibu
until this video went viral.

No!

Want to know why?

Because the poor
sap saved himself?

Correction. Because he saved
the dissertation he'd been

working on for four years, while
an innocent college student

working as an Uber driver died.

He was publicly humiliated,
his wife left him,

he lost his job, his entire
world spiraled out of control.

So he took a job as a
mobile health tech.

I thought our killer
was just raving mad,

but he's trying to
prove a bloody point.

That everyone would make
the same choice he did.

Saving their livelihood
over someone else's life.

Johnny Kane's face is
his bread and butter,

and so is the surgeon's hand.

So he's recreating his
own moral dilemma.

He's picking everyone
by design...

The kids, the professionals...

And he's not done.

Unis searched the
professor's house.

They found files on over a
dozen possible targets.

Okay. Well, we need to find him
or else we need to figure out

a way to draw him out carefully.

Or we could just get a big stick

and poke the bear
as hard as we can.

What does that mean?

LUCIFER: Well, this man
clearly has an oversized ego,

comparing himself to the likes
of Johnny Kane and Dr. Scott.

If we threaten that ego,
trust me, he'll respond.

How do you know?

Because I know his type, Daniel.

Used to live with him, in fact.

Called him Dad.

What are you doing?

(typing)

What are you doing, Detective?

Sending him an e-mail.

(laughs) What?

LUCIFER: "You pathetic sad sack,

"no wonder you
didn't get tenure,

your experiments are
as ugly as you are."

Well said, Detective.

DAN: Seriously? Insulting
the serial killer?

That's an awesome idea.

Thank you.

Also, his mask is a bit lame.

Could be much creepier.
Put that in.

DAN: Chloe. Don't send this.
All right? It's not you.

This is... This is,
it's a rash move.

(continues typing)

(taps key)

DAN: That's great.

I mean, what could
go wrong, right?

I mean, surely this won't
force the psycho underground,

it won't cause him to
do anything crazy...

Chill out, Dan.

(computer chimes)

He responded.

Ah, told you.

With a link.

Hello, Detective.

You don't need that mask
anymore, Professor Carlisle.

(exhales sharply)

(inhales, exhales)

Ah.

So much easier to breathe
without that thing.

What do you want, Professor?

What do I want? To finish my
experiment without interference,

but here we are...

LUCIFER: Your experiment
failed, Professor.

We proved your theory wrong.

The doctor chose to save the girl.
So, clearly,

not everyone's as egregiously
selfish as you are.

I am not a selfish person.
I was vilified for doing

what anyone in my
position would do.

You went back for your computer.
That's not about survival,

that's about stuff.

It was about instinct,
but thank you

for reminding me
why I'm doing this

and for helping me

to improve upon my experiment.

Truth is, Dr. Scott

only mutilated her hand because
she was being observed

by you.

So this time I'm
controlling my variables.

Meet...

Benjamin Tibi.

Innocent student, attached
to a poison drip.

And here, Leon Klem,

accomplished track
star, stuck in a vice.

If Leon simply pulls the lever

and severs his leg
within 60 minutes,

Benji here

gets... this.

You guessed it.

The antidote.

Oh, and please, for your sake...

don't waste your time
trying to make another.

They're all unique,

and the only place
the formula lives

is right here,

in my head.

Not bad for a sad sack

who couldn't get tenure, huh?

CHLOE: Professor, wait!

Well.

Bear officially poked.

*

You have two minutes. Talk.

It's simple. There's something
Lucifer needs to know.

I think you should tell him.

Oh, really? And why's that?

Because it's about
his beloved Chloe.

He'll take it better from you.
You're his closest friend.

Lucifer may be stubborn,
but he listens to you.

Mm-hmm. Hate to break it to you,

but if you're buttering me
up, it ain't gonna work.

You have bad news
to give your son?

Suck it up

and do it yourself.

* Ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

Good talk.

God made Chloe.

Yeah.

He kind of made them all.

No. Chloe wasn't
supposed to be here.

God put her in Lucifer's path.

She's a...

miracle.

(laughs)

(claps hands)

Granny Panties Decker?
A miracle?

Please.

35 years ago,

Amenadiel was sent to this
bar, where he sat down,

had a chat, then blessed
Penelope Decker

so that she and her husband
could have a child.

That child

is Lucifer's partner.

It's no accident that they met.

Mm. So, what, Amenadiel blessed
Penelope's lady parts?

Wait, is Amenadiel

Chloe Decker's daddy?

(laughs) Oh, don't
be ridiculous.

Think...

about it.

Haven't you ever wondered
why that particular human

makes him vulnerable?

Mm.

But if you still
don't believe me,

there's something
you should see.

No luck. I called every lab

the professor's ever
been affiliated with...

No one's seen him.

He could have built
that lab anywhere,

and the video link
was untraceable.

What if I made a mistake?

What if by sending that e-mail

I just sped up his timeline?

There's two lives
on the line here.

Two lives that you're
going to save,

Detective, I know you will.
Exactly.

Found something. Please
tell me it's good news.

Eh, more like medium news.

So, Kleinberg's
autopsy came back.

Turns out he didn't
die of poisoning.

I mean, he would have
died of poisoning,

except he was strangled.

Impatient little killer.

Since I finally got
time of death right,

I was able to ping.

Kleinberg's cell to
Van Nuys Airport,

where I got this.

CHLOE: It's the
professor, clear as day.

So we can assume that he killed Kleinberg.
ELLA: Right.

But this only tells us
where the professor was.

It doesn't tell us

where he actually is,
hence "medium" news.

Uh, can you rewind
it to the part

where he goes through security?

Why, what are you looking for?

CHLOE: Okay, freeze there.

And then zoom in on the tray.

Looks like a key
card with a logo.

ELLA: Oh, definitely a bird.

School mascot maybe?

We checked every lab
at Malibu State.

LUCIFER: Well, he wouldn't
go back there, would he?

Trust me, when you get
kicked out of a fancy party,

the last thing you want
to do is sneak back in.

You do the opposite.

Who's Malibu's closest rival?

CHLOE: The lab in here is
closed for renovation,

so maybe he's here.

Well, well, isn't
this a surprise.

(door rattles)

It's locked, Detective.

But with that said, I'm
actually glad you made it.

Why, because you'd
like to surrender?

It's a bit anticlimactic,
but very well, we accept.

No, because now you
get to see firsthand

what I'm trying to prove.

CHLOE: It's over, Professor.

Afraid you're wrong about that.

(gunshot)

Acrylic glass, Detective.

Please don't kill yourself
with your own bullet.

We wouldn't be able to conduct

the final part of
this experiment.

Time for you to make a choice.

In this vial, an antidote
that will save Benji's life.

In vial numero dos,

poisonous gas that will kill you

if you enter the room.

Simple, really... You decide

what's more important.

No.

W-W-W-What are you doing? If I
don't get in that room right now,

that kid is gonna die.

Word of advice, Detective.

If you go into that room
right now, you'll die.

What are we supposed to do?

I can save him. What?

But in order to do so, you
need to go after the professor

right now, before it's too late.

What? I promise you

I can get to that antidote
without harming myself.

How? We don't have
time to explain.

Do you trust me?

Yes. Then go.

Go!

Freeze!

(grunts) (screams)

Right.

(coughs)

Okay.

Oh!

(grunts) (indistinct chatter)

(both grunt)

(yells)

Oh, come on, Detective,
a bit of help here!

I need you further away.

Freeze!

There's nowhere left
to run, Professor.

(laughs cynically)

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

Lovely.

I knew you'd save yourself.

It was the only choice
you could make.

Put down the knife.

It's not too late.

You can still make a
different choice.

The right choice.

You can still save
that kid back there.

You still don't get it.

I didn't want
anyone to get hurt,

but I needed people
to understand

I'm not a monster, I'm human.

You call it biology,
call it God,

but choice is an illusion.

I didn't have one

when I pulled myself out
of that burning car.

And I certainly
don't have one now.

You'll understand soon enough.

Where is he?

Where is Lucifer?

I'm right here, Detective.

See? I told you everything
would be all right.

I'm so glad you're okay.

(chuckles)

Hey.

I guess we make a good
team after all, don't we?

This is real, isn't it?

(chuckles)

* Ah...

What if he doesn't come?

If he said he'll be
here, he'll be here.

Mazikeen!

Interesting choice of venue.

My, my,

how the tide has turned.

What's this, celestial
enemies' night out?

Why don't you have
a seat, Lucifer.

There's something that
we need to tell you.

Ooh, some sort of supernatural
intervention, is it?

(chuckles)

Well, doesn't matter
what shenanigans

you two have got cooking up,

'cause, quite frankly,
I'm too happy

for you to spoil things.

Happy? Yeah.

The detective and I... Sorry...

Chloe and I are real.

I mean, I didn't think
it could happen,

but it has, and I've got this
overwhelming sensation...

I can't even describe it, but...

I feel invincible.

So come on, ladies, bring it on.

Whatever it is, I'm sure
I can deal with it.

Forget it. Come on.

What?

There's nothing to talk about.

What? I've only just got here.
Go. Go.

We discussed this, Mazikeen.

No. Y discussed this.

And I don't want to have
anything to do with it anymore.

I thought you understood.

We're doing this for him.

MAZE: Is that it?

Or are you trying to
get back at your ex?

MOM: You don't know what
you're talking about.

I knew

you were up to something.
What the hell is this?

What's Amenadiel doing
with Chloe's mum?

I think you already know.

Don't toy with me, Mother.

What is this?

I've been trying to find
the right way to tell you.

But there is no right
way, because the truth...

is... this is your
Father's doing.

Chloe...

is His doing... He put
her in your path.

(weak chuckle)

(Lucifer panting)

So...

none of it was...

None of it was real.

Don't!

* Can you tell I've
been hiding... *

Lucifer.

Detective, I need
to talk to you.

Detective!

* What am I gonna do.

Detective!

* With all this war paint?

Did you know? Huh?

* Can you see...

This whole bloody
time, did you know?

(cries)

Lucifer...

something's wrong.

It won't stop.