All language subtitles for Lucifer_S02E04_Lady Parts.English (CC)

[Lucifer] Previously on Lucifer...

[gasping]

What does Father want?

Someone's escaped from Hell.

I think he wants me
to bring our jailbird back.

Mom.

-[Maze] What are you hiding?
-[Amenadiel] Nothing.

-[yelling]
-[Linda] I admire the steps you're taking.

It's hard going out on your own.

I need to figure out where I fit in
in this world, and to do that,

I need some space.

You see, I did make a promise.

I told you that you could stay here
until I figured out

how to reconcile my deal with Dad.

And now I have.

You shall remain right here on Earth,

amongst the creatures you so despise...

As one of them.

But that husband,
and there's children, right?

Have you considered how your fighting
affects those caught in the middle?

[Chloe] You've been working so hard
to make it right.

You were right before.

We've been living in the past
for too long.

It's time we get a divorce.

♪ I can't stop listening
To this voice in my head ♪

[drone buzzing]

♪ Got me tearing through the covers ♪

♪ On this rusty spring bed... ♪

[Stoner] Damn it, Leroy!

♪ Flames kissing my back ♪

♪ That's all I remember
And then everything's black... ♪

Damn it, Leroy.

♪ Some place hot in my soul ♪

♪ Hello, transmission ♪

♪ Now you're in control ♪

♪ I look up ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I look down ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Everybody's bathing in holy water... ♪

Damn it, Leroy.

♪ Wear their crowns ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

S-H-A-G, "shag."

[laughing]

Oh... eight points to me
and suck it, Maze!

I see you have a new toy.

Oh, this? No, no, no. This is for work.

It's hard to believe
I've never had one before.

I actually have a rule
about phones during session.

-Really?
-No phones during session.

Why not?

These things are incredibly therapeutic.

A thousand Tinder dates
and Sex Words with Friends.

Oh, she's more addictive
than a whore's navel cocaine.

-Ah.
-[cell phone chimes]

Fine.

Oh.

Lovely, gummies. Love these.

And, you know,
I've never understood these.

Are they just decorative,
or are they for juggling? I mean...

Yeah, you seem very distracted today.

Oi!

[grunts] Nearly.

Okay, sometimes, when we're in crisis,
we create distractions for ourselves,

also known as barriers
to facing our deepest fears.

Oh, sorry, right.
This is the part where you, um...

Dissect my deep psychological wounds, eh?

The emotion-charged gong show
of a child of divorce

who may or may not
have broken a deal with his dad

by allowing his mom to stay on Earth.

Has the visit with your mom been hard?

Piece of cake, actually.

-Mom's all sorted, not a problem.
-Really?

Because the last time you were here,

-you used the word "frightened."
-[chuckles]

And that's not like you.

-Well, turns out Mom's a peach.
-Mmm.

And the deal with your dad?

To send Mom home?

What, you think I'm scared of him
or something?

I think you're trying to avoid
the unpleasantness of conflict.

[scoffs]

Hold on.

So, you're saying that distraction
is a way to avert your problems.

-No.
-Ergo, the more I distract,

the less I worry.

No, I did not say that.

Well, you didn't need to, Doctor,
I just did. And it's bloody brilliant.

Right.

Where are you going?

Distraction calls.

This really is a breakthrough. Thank you.

-Just going to...
-Sure.

[inhaling]

I mean, who needs a gun and badge
when I've got...

Oh! [chuckles]

Hey, it's a crime scene. Will you focus?

Well. Someone's a grumpy pants today.

Oh, sorry. I've got a lot on my mind.

Yes. Sorry, you have, haven't you?

The D-word, moving out of your mom's,
finding a new place...

Yeah, well, I'm a big girl,
and I need my space. And it's time.

Not that I have much,
with work and Trixie...

-Stress can be so aging.
-[sighs]

You need a distraction
from your woes, Detective.

-It's a highly effective tool.
-Mmm-hmm.

When was the last time you had fun?

-Oh. Well--
-[Lucifer] Seriously.

Name three friends you could call
right now for a drink.

And you can't say me, your child,
or the man you're divorcing.

Well, trust me.
Dan is not on my list of drinking buddies.

-Oh. Well...
-[Lucifer] Daniel.

Hey. I didn't mean it like that.

She did.

[Chloe] What do we have on the vic?

She's a young female. C.O.D. unknown.

Another fresh-faced ingénue. Truly tragic.

ID?

No personal belongings.

Just a triangular-shaped ink stamp
on her hand.

Oh, hold on.
I might be able to help with this.

This is something someone
might find at a night club.

You know, where humans go to have fun.

We found an abandoned vehicle
registered to Uber.

No sign of the driver.

Password is "Carnal." Capital "C."

Uber IDs are usually linked
to the driver's phone, not the car.

And now that we have his number...

By the looks of this map, our guy
is on the corner of Crescent and Third.

Impressive.

-Yeah, it's called "police work."
-[cell phone chiming]

Let's solve a murder.

[female voice] I can assist you with that.

[chuckles] That's brilliant.

Her name's Daria Mitchell.

We traced her credit card
to a small bank in Nebraska.

We know you were the last one
to see her alive.

I didn't touch her.

Well, except to toss her cold,
dead corpse into the bushes and run.

I told you, I picked her up on the corner
of Gower and Franklin,

gave her a ride, and then she jumped
out of my moving car.

You just left her there to die?

By the time I pulled over and found her,
she was already...

I'm on new meds.
I wasn't thinking straight.

I just got this job. I panicked!

Killer cliché. "I panicked,"
closely followed by--

Talk to the other guy.

What other guy?

She used my phone to call somebody.
Her boyfriend, I don't know.

She wanted to go over to his place.
He threatened to kill her.

-[cell phone chimes]
-Oh! Excuse me.

Oh, it's you.

Ella's got something.

♪ I rule ♪

♪ I rule ♪

[sighs]

Looks delicious.

Did you come here to gloat?

I just came to see how
the Supreme Goddess was acclimating.

Well, I wouldn't plan a festival
of celebration just yet, my dear.

I will not let this...
this spicy chicken casserole beat me.

I'm stronger than you think.

-Glad to see you're fitting in so well.
-Ha!

Well, of course
there have been challenges.

Nothing I can't handle.

I'm still on a sabbatical from work,

so I spend the bulk of my day
at home with the children.

Factories of filth. Of mire.

They remind me of you, actually,
if I'm being honest.

And how's that human husband?

I discovered a trick with him.

Whenever he asks a question,
I just have sex with him.

It seems to render him mute.

Hmm. Took me a while
to figure that one out.

As for the rest of it,

for lack of a better word, it is absolute

hell.

Well, if it's so bad,
why didn't you just go back?

Why, so that you could go back
to torturing me for another millennia?

Sounds like fun to me.

Yes, these humans are awful.

They breathe through their mouths,

and they won't shut up
about something called gluten.

But existing in this punishment

allows me to be closer to my family.

Understand?

Of course not. You're all alone.

♪ I rule ♪

♪ I rule ♪

[music playing on speakers]

♪ Some girls are sadistic
Materialistic ♪

♪ Lookin' for a man
Makes them opportunistic ♪

♪ They're lyin' on a beach
Perpetrating a tan... ♪

Sorry. I...

I like to rock it old-school
when I'm working.

Know what I'm sayin'?

I do. And rock you should.

I'm sure, studying murder all day,
you could use a little diversion.

Everybody could!

♪ You got it ♪

♪ You want it, baby ♪

-[music stops]
-[Chloe] Thank you.

What do you got for me?

Well, I found a poison
in Daria's stomach content.

It's called mandrake.
It's like this crazy organic hallucinogen.

And you wanna know
the really interesting part?

[Lucifer] Hmm?

It would've taken at least 90 minutes
for it to kick in.

The Uber driver had
back-to-back rides all night,

and he didn't pick up Daria
until 30 minutes before she died.

Exactly.

He would've barely had time to torture her
with his sub-par jazz

and creepy dude cologne,
let alone poison her.

We get anything from vice
on the hand stamp?

Nada.

But tech did track down that number
that Daria called.

Davis Fitzgerald.

Owns some hot restaurant in Silver Lake.

Food is supposed to be amaze-balls.

-Deadly and delicious.
-Mmm.

It's been on my list of places
to check out since I moved here.

Ah. Social butterfly, are we?

Perhaps you should drop by Lux sometime,
and we could, you know...

Yeah.

[Chloe] Thanks, Ella.

Oh. Looks like our murderous boyfriend
is doing well for himself.

Yes, your realtor did say
this was a lovely area.

I have a realtor?

Well, I took the liberty of calling
several on your behalf, actually.

It was a good hour of distraction.

A, since when have you ever cared
about my living situation,

and, B, I could never afford this place.

Well, I...

[unholsters gun]

Get the hell off of my property!

Well, you're in luck, Detective.

If this home is the site
of a recent massacre,

you may well be
in an excellent negotiating position.

Put down the knife
and no one else needs to get hurt.

Yes, the Sweeney Todd thing
is a bit histrionic, don't you think?

Oh, you're cops? Sorry.

The militant vegans next door
have been up in my grill all day long.

I assumed it was them again.

-[scoffs]
-Come on out back.

Hmm. I hope you're hungry.

Tasty as charged.

-See? We're making artisanal sausage.
-[Lucifer] Ah.

DIY butchery?

Macramé class all full up, is it?

Farm to table, man.
For my restaurant, Ellipsis.

Oh, yes! I've heard
the grilled polenta's divine.

We also brew our own kombucha,
keep bees...

Mmm. Keeping it real.

Yeah, there's no hormones in this meat.

Speaking of your meat, Davis.

Are blonde Nebraskans organic or GMO?

Your girlfriend Daria Mitchell
was found murdered last night.

-Murdered?
-[Gisele] Girlfriend?

Is there a waitress
you haven't slept with?

[laughs] Oh. Gosh, is hipster infidelity
really more egregious than homicide?

Babe, I don't know anything about that!

-Infidelity or homicide?
-It's... Either.

Okay, look, I had a little fling
with Daria, but I didn't kill her.

We got into a fight last night
when she wanted to come over

-because I was with--
-So, you're saying your wife's your alibi?

Actually, no.

I was with another waitress
and Daria found out about that and...

That's what we were fighting about.

Okay, well, I'll need the name and number
of the other waitress.

Yes, and I'd like to talk to you
about your herb garden, Davis,

because I was thinking about
taking up rooftop botany. You know...

[inhales]

Excuse us.

Botany? Realtors?

Look, I get it. I know your mom's in town.

We're both going through some stuff.
If you need to talk, I'm here. Okay?

-Right, understood.
-No, now.

What's going on with you?
Why is it so hard for you to focus?

What's up?

[exhales] Just...
Give me a minute, would you?

Face-chat Maze.

[cell phone beeping]

What? My hands are kind of full right now.

Right, well, here is the sitch.

The detective is annoying me
with questions

that clearly won't lead anywhere.
So I need a favor.

Favors are your thing, not mine.

All right, then. What about a wager?

-What's in it for me?
-Whatever you want.

Your convertible.

Fine. But you need to take the detective
out and have fun.

Three drinks should do the trick.

[laughs] Sucker's bet. Easy.

Yes, but you're not allowed to tie her up
and pour booze down her throat.

Less easy.

-Fine.
-All right. Deal.

-[Maze] I said get naked!
-Oh. Hello.

Wanna watch?

Okay, if you were the last one to talk
to Daria, you're telling me

you have no idea
who she was with last night?

No.

She was having a girls' night.

She was roomies
with another waitress, uh, Naomi.

Maybe she was with her.

Do not leave town.

So, did Casanova's alibi check out?

Working on it, but in the meantime,

Daria's roommate, Naomi,
might have an idea of her time line.

Oh. Lovely. Then can we go
for grilled polenta?

Well, I can't focus
on an empty stomach, Detective.

[sighs]

Oh.

-Hi!
-Hey. Uh...

I just wanted to return this.

Oh, uh... Therapeutic Truth.

So much for that, right? [laughs]

Are you okay?

[Amenadiel exhales]

One exhalation, yes,

two, none of my business?

You know, listen. Thanks for your concern,
but, um, I'm fine.

No more false pretenses, remember?

Friendship means honesty.

You can talk to me, Amenadiel.

Apparently, that is your real name.

[laughs] It is.

[sighs]

This is hard to explain.

Uh... It's kind of a, uh...

Physical problem.

Oh?

Things aren't working
the way they used to.

Oh.

[stammering] And I don't know
what to do about that.

You know, it's very common.

-I doubt that.
-Generally stress related.

It is very stressful.

My advice?

Don't overthink it.

You need to relax.

Try to put it out of your mind.

Maybe have a bit of fun.

-Fun?
-Yes.

Maybe a cocktail.

And before you know it...

It doesn't make you
any less of a man, Amenadiel.

Not even a bit.

Is everything okay?

I haven't seen Daria or Naomi all week.

-We feed each other's cats.
-Oh.

Gosh. I detest cats.

Want an animal to stare at you
with contempt? Get a cat.

Open box of excrement in your house? Cat.

[sniffing] Oh, gosh. Can you smell that?

Foul, incontinent creatures.

That's not a cat smell.
That's a dead smell.

Oh, my God! Naomi!

[Chloe] She's got the same
triangular stamp as Daria.

Same signs of poison.

Well, well...
Talk about a girls' night gone wrong.

Lovely, why don't we go up
to the penthouse

and I can show you
the original stairway to Heaven?

[chuckles] Ah, Detective!

After 6:00 on a school night?

-Ella's final forensic report came in.
-Right.

Um...

Sorry. Can this wait? [chuckles]

Those deaths were fiendishly tragic,
but I'm pretty certain that tomorrow,

during office hours,
our dead girls will still be dead.

-I just wanted to run a couple--
-[Maze] Good!

Saved me a trip.

You and me. Drinking. Now.

-I'm in!
-What are you doing here?

Lucifer said I should drop by.

-But we're working.
-No, you're working.

-Who the hell is she?
-Oh, sorry. Hi! I'm Ella.

[chuckles]

I was about to give him the run down
on your report. Do you want--

No. Go for it. I gotta dehydrate. Ooh!

Okay.

Anyhow, first off, there was tissue damage
to Daria's stomach lining,

caused by liquid nitrogen,

the stuff that makes
fancy cocktails smoke.

It's probably how she
ingested the poison--

Excellent lead, Detective,
but you've just ruined my menage a trois.

Second, I assumed that Daria
was at a club on Gower,

and we found an abandoned building
on the corner.

It looked like they had recently
had a party there.

Fascinating.

[Chloe] I'm thinking it was a rave, so...

Any way you could make
some phone calls to help me out?

You know, you seem to have
your finger on the pulse.

Not the appendage
I'd hoped to be pulsing by now.

I know that hood.

There's a great tiki bar
across the street from that building.

-I know the bartender.
-Of course you do.

We could go and have a drink,
ask about the dead girls.

Yes. That sounds like
a very good lead, Detective.

[Maze] If you want to retrace the steps
of two hot girls on a girls' night,

you need to think like two hot girls
on a girls' night.

With your lady parts.

And pina coladas in hand.

Oh, my God. I love pina coladas!

Lovely.

[slurping]

So, I was watching Chinatown, right?
And all of a sudden it hits me.

I need to go to LA.

I mean, do you ever feel like
God is telling you to do something?

No.

Oh.

-Do you think Chloe's gonna drink that?
-No.

Hey, guys, do you recognize
this hand stamp?

What about these women?

No? Okay, look, I'm LAPD,
and if there is any info that

-you can give me on...
-[laughs]

How not to get laid.

I'm not trying to get laid, Maze.

I don't get it.

-Well, did you talk to the bartender?
-Yeah.

He said something was going on across
the street in the abandoned building.

I put a call in for a warrant to the judge
and I'm waiting to hear back.

Great. Looks like you have
some time to kill. Have a drink.

-No. I'm going to call it a night.
-Hello, ladies.

Hi. What are you doing here?

Maze invited me.
She said it's girls' night.

[Maze laughs]

No. I'm working a double homicide.

-Would it kill you to just relax for once?
-Oh.

All you do is work, work, work.

Wow! Like you're one to talk.

You're at Lucifer's beck and call 24/7.

It's like your his personal concierge.

I'm not his personal anything. Anymore.

Hmm. Well, you basically still live there

and it's not like
he's pouring you any drinks.

At least I know how to have fun.

What about pleasure?

Men?

When's the last time you had sex?

Why does everything always
have to be about work or sex?

Yeah, I agree. Girls' night, done right,
is about female bonding.

-Exactly.
-Really getting to know each other.

Sharing problems, origin stories, secrets.

-Can't we just drink?
-Fine. I'll start. Um...

I worked my way through med school
as a phone sex operator.

1-800-ProfessorFeelGood.

-I would totally call that.
-Nice.

I'm Ella, by the way.

I love that we just skipped
the small talk.

-Yeah.
-Um, okay! I'll go next, I guess. Um...

I used to steal cars.

Who's next?

I was forged in the bowels of Hell
to torture the guilty for all of eternity.

Interesting share.

Okay. So, now you go, Chloe.

Female trust.

Come on. What's on your mind?

What's on my mind, like,
other than the case?

Yeah.

Um...

A little divorce...

-Mmm.
-Uh...

Single parenthood,

uh, possible homelessness, and...

most likely, many, many cats in my future.

Or things that require batteries.

Okay, you know, that's...
that's what I'm talking about.

You guys, this is so fun!

-Is it?
-Yes.

Yeah. Uh, tequila, stat.

-Yes.
-Keep 'em coming!

[Linda] This is really gonna
help you feel, you know, anything.

[upbeat music playing]

Ha! Cosmopolitan?
So, this really is girls' night.

Only two reasons to drink alone, brother.

Either you're a chronic dullard,
or you're trying to avoid your problems.

If it's the latter, I approve.

My problems are your problems.

Oh. Aren't we the little empath?

You think letting Mom stay here on Earth

-doesn't affect us all?
-[sighs]

Why? Because you think
Dad is going to forgive

and forget about the fact
that you broke a deal?

I haven't broken anything.
I found a loophole.

As such, I'm not thinking about it at all.
You should try it.

There will be consequences.

I don't get it.

If you're so concerned,
why don't you just fly Mom back to Hell?

-Because I can't!
-[slams table]

That was a tad dramatic. Why not?

It's complicated.

Never fear, fun brother's here.

I'm gonna show you
the magic of distraction.

But no more girly drinks. All right?

Cosmos are yummy.

Ugh.

Bourbon, stat! Keep 'em coming.

[women singing over pa]

♪ You're a heartbreaker ♪

♪ Dream maker ♪

♪ Love taker
Don't you mess around with me ♪

♪ You're a heartbreaker ♪

♪ Dream maker ♪

♪ Love taker ♪

♪ Heartbreaker ♪

Yes!

Thank you, Los Angeles!

[all laughing]

And then Lucifer's all like...

"Hey, Chloe. Name three friends

"that you could go call
and have a drink with."

-So smug, you know?
-Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Well, one, two, three.

So, you're saying if I called you guys,

you would drop everything
and come and have a drink with me.

Mmm-hmm. Because that is what
girlfriends do for each other.

Yes. Especially during tough times.

Exactly.

I've never had friends like that.
Like, ever.

Well, you're a lot more tolerable
when you're drunk, Decker.

-Is that true?
-Yeah.

And then Lucifer's like,
"You use work to avoid having fun."

Oh, yeah, well, not anymore, lady,
because we're your tribe now.

And we like to party!

[howls]

I wish I had my knives.
We could have made a blood pact.

-Ooh. Next time.
-Yay!

"Next time." That is progress.

-To tribes!
-[all] To tribes!

-So good. Mmm.
-[camera clicks]

I think we should go back up, you guys.

[Linda] Oh. It looks like someone's
made a fourth friend.

[Ella] Oh, you get it, girl!

-Mmm...
-[Linda] Oh!

No! Abort! Chloe!

-Don't do that.
-[Ella] I don't think she...

-[Ella] Does she wear contacts?
-[group murmuring]

-She's really into him.
-Oh. And she's bringing him over.

Look. The same hand stamp
as Daria and Naomi.

Where did you get this?

I saw some hot women [burps] going into
a party across the street last night.

Okay. Do you recognize these women?

-Did you see these girls--
-[man grunts]

-What's your deal?
-Hey, she's just asking a few questions.

Well, he's taken. So back off, skank!

Hey! No one calls my skank a skank.

-I'm hurting her.
-No, no.

-[Ella] Yes!
-[Chloe] No, no, no.

-Okay, no. No, no, Maze.
-Maze!

-Maze.
-Wipe that smile off her face.

Maze, remember?

Aggression is not the answer. Okay?

Clearly, this woman is having
some serious trust issues.

[Ella] Clearly.

-Or maybe, she's just a raging bitch!
-[Ella] Yup.

[laughs]

[all grunting]

[clattering]

LAPD!

-Hey! Everybody take a breath--
-[grunting]

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

What is happening?

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I can't put my finger on it ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

Maze, Maze, Maze!

Maze, I wasn't done questioning him.

♪ The way you style your hair ♪

Carry on.

Hey, did you see these girls?

-Yeah, maybe.
-Where?

-Where?
-[stammering] It was a crowded sex club.

-And there were so many hot girls.
-A sex club?

Yeah, just...

Don't tell my girlfriend. 'Cause...

[scoffs] Girls' night out.

-[Chloe sighs]
-Ooh.

Happy hour over already?

Must have been some party.

Yeah.

Other than the half hour-ish from 8:47

to 9:17 that I can't
quite remember anything.

Classic Chloe.

Only you would make a point of remembering

the exact amount of time
you can't remember.

Mmm. Well, I was lucid enough
to destroy a tiki bar

and get a lead on our two dead blonds.

Found a guy with a hand stamp.

The same club that Daria
and Naomi went to?

Not a club.

More like a roving, pop-up sex party.

Secretive, invite-only,

caters to rich jerks
who like to pay for it. So gross.

So, those two girls were sex workers?

Looks like it.
But the only way to know for sure

is to get you into the next shindig.

Which hand stamp guy told me,
right before he passed out,

is happening as we speak.

Me?

Uh-huh. Men only, and I got you a date.

Nope.

-Yes, yes!
-Mmm-mmm. No way.

It's good to have Lucifer
there with you as backup,

so they don't think you're a cop.

I don't look like a cop.

Uh-huh.

Hey. Do I look like a cop?

[music playing on phone]

[cat meowing on phone]

[chuckles]

Ah! Finally, you're here. Right.

I promise this will be more fun than
light beers and Bachelor reruns.

Your jokes never get old.

Come on, who doesn't love a sex party?

Then again, if you're me,
every party is a sex party of sorts.

It's illegal, for starters.

Why do you think they change
the location every night?

No liquor license, underage girls...

Well, the world's oldest profession
seems to be surviving quite nicely.

Hello, chaps.

Yes, my first startup
was a sex club, actually.

Little place called Eden.
Perhaps you've heard of it?

I'm good, thank you.

Best-case scenario,
this club exploits women.

Worst-case? It got those girls
a belly full of poison.

-Hmm.
-One other thing.

Hmm?

I'm not sure why he's here.

[exhales]

Only dullards drink alone.

Yes, he's a tad anxious these days.
I thought a night out would do him good.

Right, well, we have one mission,
to find out who knew the dead girls.

And remember, we're undercover, okay?

[laughs] As if you could
look like anything other than a cop.

-I do not look like a cop.
-Cop.

[mutters]

All right. Will you guys just please,
for God's sake, be chill?

And three rules, no drinking, no touching,
and just keep everything low-key.

-Yes!
-[girls laughing]

[Dan] Oh, my God.

This is not helping us find out
who knew the dead girls.

Agreed. His shimmy is a tad off-putting.

[Amenadiel] Come on, Lucy!

Come cut a rug with your big bro!

[Lucifer] Oh, no, no, no.
White man's overbite.

That is definitely where I draw the line.

Hold on a second. Look at the bar.

[Dan] It's liquid nitrogen.

It's the same thing that caused damage
to Daria Mitchell's stomach lining.

Yes.

-Hey, buddy.
-Hey.

What do you know about these two girls?

-Not so fast, buddy boy.
-[straining]

Seems my martini isn't the only thing here
that's dirty.

-[grunts]
-[sips] Mmm.

A drink to savor, don't you think?

Wanna explain why you ran?

Come on. You're obviously a cop.

-[chuckles]
-Shut it.

Figured you were here to bust me.

Yes, we are here to bust you.

For the untimely fate
of two innocent Nebraskan girls.

Wait. What?

It's funny how killers go deaf
at the moment of reckoning, isn't it?

No, no, I'm... I'm no killer.

I keep an eye on the girls that work here
and serve the pervs drinks.

And pot.

-Maybe a bit of "E."
-What about mandrake?

Who's Mandrake?

Did you put poison
in these two girls' drinks?

No. What? No. I remember these girls.

Their drinks were clean when I made them.

Who was paying for 'em?

I don't know, some Hollywood dirt-bag
with a gold card.

You'll need to be a little more specific.

It's Yuri something.

He's not here tonight, though.

Guess your two dead girls
and the other blonde

must have really worn him out.

-Wait a minute. There were three blonds?
-Yeah.

Your two newbies and their hot friend.

Right. First name "Hot,"
last name "Friend"?

They don't use their real names.

She's one of our regulars, though.

Real life of the party.

Well. She won't be the life of anything
if we don't get to her

before lady killer Yuri has his way.

-If he hasn't already.
-Thank you. [clears throat]

[Lucifer coughs]

[Lucifer] Oh. Silly me.

All right. Rise and shine, crantini.
Time to go.

Oh. Yeah. Let's do this.

-[splatters]
-[Lucifer laughing]

Gosh. I wish I got that on video.
Oh, I can get that on video.

Hold on. Douche-cam.

Must have been some party.

Eh... That's funny.

And I'll laugh after we find
this Yuri scumbag.

You have anything on the third girl?

Bartender said she was blonde, hot

and had an exposed midriff.
Which describes half the population of LA.

Well, the chef's wife, Gisele,
fits that description.

Yeah, but when you saw her,
she was healthy.

You think she could have worked
with Naomi and Daria at the sex club?

She knew them through
her husband's restaurant. I mean...

But part-time sex worker?

Well, would that be the first thing
you put on your resume?

No, but if she was there,

she was witness to everything
that went down that night.

So, maybe Yuri is after her.

Well, the tech got Yuri's info from
the credit card he used at the sex party.

Only has a P.O. box, no home address,
but I did get a cell and a plate number.

Okay, good. Lucifer and I
will go find Yuri, and, um...

-And, um, you track down Gisele.
-[Lucifer chuckling]

-Oh...
-Copy that.

[Lucifer] So it is.

What did Maze win and why does it involve
my tragic drunk face?

Just a little wager.

Well, you had a lot on your mind,
so I decided to distract you.

With girls' night.

-Last night was a setup?
-Yes.

Well, you had fun, didn't you?
You should be thanking me.

What are you doing?

-Detective.
-[camera clicking]

Ooh!

Uh, hey, Davis hasn't seen Gisele
and she's, uh, not answering her cell.

So, if Yuri has her,
we got to get there fast.

[Chloe] I'm on my way.

Detective!

What did you say to her?

[knocking] LAPD! Get out of the car, Yuri.

[Lucifer] Good Lord. You could at least
fork out for a room, Yuri.

-[retching]
-Oh, no, no, no! Not the Italian leather!

Bloody hell!

Yeah, more like karma.

We know you were at the sex club
last night.

And you're responsible for the death
of two girls.

What do you know about Gisele?

I don't know anyone named Gisele.

You have it all wrong.

I only went to that club because
Crystal promised me newbies.

I paid five grand apiece
for those two sweethearts.

Who's Crystal?

She was with Daria and Naomi.

Then you should most definitely
ask for a refund.

I know. Those girls
had no idea that I was their date.

You're telling me Daria and Naomi
had no idea it was a sex club?

No. When they found out,
they wanted to leave.

Crystal brought them drinks,
but they drank them and bailed anyway.

I was so upset, I took the last sip and--

You drank the rest of the poison.

I have been sick ever since.

-Oh, God...
-No, no, no, not again.

Is Gisele Crystal?

[Lucifer] You mean the chef's wife?

Could she be the one who killed
Daria and Naomi?

Well, Daria was sleeping with her husband.

So, if anyone had a bone to pick,
it'd be her.

[gasping]

Yuri, do you know Crystal's real name?

No, but I have a picture.

Oh, lovely. I'll take that.

Right. Ooh. Pecker pic?

-Pecker pic.
-Ew!

Oh, hold on.

[Chloe] That's not Gisele.

No, and that blonde hair
doesn't look real, either.

You're right. It's a wig, and the girl
wearing it looks real familiar.

It's just rush, rush, rush in this town,
isn't it?

Oh. Hi, Detectives.

I'm just putting a few things
into storage.

I'm going back home...

Right. You can take the girl
out of Nebraska,

but you can't take Nebraska
out of the girl.

Or can you?

I don't feel safe in LA anymore.

And you wouldn't either,
if two of your neighbors wound up dead.

Don't you just hate that?

I'm sorry, I have a flight at 3:00.

Yes, and I've just discovered
this wonderful thing called Facebook.

-Have you heard of it?
-I have to go. Please--

Because Facebook's heard of you.

Yes, it knows that you were a big deal
in your small town.

A 10 back home,
but in LA... [inhales sharply]

Just a 5.

Things haven't worked out for you here,
have they, Lily?

So much heartache, struggle, compromise...

It made you desperate enough

to turn against your old sorority sisters,
Daria and Naomi.

No, Daria and Naomi were my friends.

-[chuckles]
-[Chloe] Were they?

Because we know you were with them
the night they died.

You said you hadn't seen them for a week.

You have no proof of that.

Except for a photo
taken by your charming buddy, Yuri.

Nice wig, by the way.

Really brings out the murder in your eyes.

-[Chloe] Ooh.
-[panting]

Seems kitties do have claws.

[gasps]

Please, just let me go.

Is this the part where you wish
I had a gun, Detective?

Shut up, Lucifer. I got this.

You pretended to be a friend
to those girls. Shame on you.

They called me.

They were desperate for my help,

the best workout class, where to hike,
this apartment!

They asked for help
and you preyed on them?

I was doing them a favor.

What? By putting mandrake in their drinks?

I thought it was
an organic kind of roofie.

I didn't know that it would kill them.

I was just trying to loosen them up.

You were trying to make an extra buck
by bringing in a couple of newbies.

I won the Dame Judith acting award
in college.

I was the president of our sorority!

I should have made it by now!

[crying] LA was supposed to be easy!

-[cell phone ringing]
-Oh! Phones. They can be so distracting.

-[grunts]
-[groans]

[gasping and grunting]

There's a special place in Hell
for women who fake friendships

-as a way of manipulating other women!
-[slamming]

-[sighs]
-[Lily gasping]

She's right, you know.

I think we have
a silver lining, Detective.

What, with Lily going away
and Daria and Naomi dead,

I believe that there's
an apartment vacancy.

Are you seriously suggesting that I should
move into a dead girl's apartment?

No, no, no.

The killer's place is much nicer.

I mean, just look at this view!

[scoffs]

How did you get in here?

Let's just say Samantha at the front desk
is no longer into men.

What? You still mad?

What was all that stuff
about being "my tribe"?

You had fun, didn't you?

I don't have time for this.
I have work to do. You can go.

I wasn't totally faking it.

Like, when I strangled psycho chick
for the win.

That was genuine.

Gee, thanks.

You know, I wouldn't just kick ass
for anyone.

Okay, fine, I would.

But...

this time it was sweeter.

Is this some twisted version
of an apology?

I don't do apologies.

But I don't want to kill you anymore.

You are a very, very deranged person.

Thanks.

So, we're still good to be roomies, right?

-What are you talking about, "roomies"?
-We shook on it.

Post-karaoke, pre-pot-belly dude.

-What?
-I told you I was in between places.

You said that you were looking
for someone to share expenses.

Don't you remember?

The missing half hour.

Look, I've got money.

I like your kid, and you dress like crap.

So, I won't be stealing
any of your clothes.

What, you got a better plan?

You said you wanted fun, Decker.

Fun.

Oh, my...

Roommates? You and Detective Decker?

[laughs] No, no, no, no, no.

And have I mentioned, no. And also, no!

You're not my boss anymore.

Well, that may be, but I can't have
the women in my life teaming up.

I'll be outnumbered!

Dad forbid you manage
to have sex with her before I do.

Oh. Actually, can I interest you
in another wager?

Nope. Done deal. Pay up.

[sighing] Fine. The convertible's yours.

I'm over that.

Well, the hot new bartender?

Been there, done that.

Well, spit it out, then, Maze.
What is it you want?

I want a drink.

What, that's it?

Well, fine, pick any bottle,
pour two glasses.

No. I want you to pour me a drink.

All right.

To newly defined relationships.

Cheers.

[groans]

Please. Don't drink in front of me.

Bad case of the distractions,
brother? [chuckles]

Well, I better go.
I'll let you deal with the lightweight.

[Maze laughs]

Judging from your behavior last night,
that lunatic dancing...

I fear that my advice may have
created a whole new set of problems.

No more turning a blind eye, Lucifer.

[grunts] Listen.

We both know that Dad
is not the kind to forgive and forget.

No distraction on Earth
is going to change that.

I said that I would punish Mom,
and I'm doing so, here on Earth.

Deal maintained. Loophole achieved.

What if he doesn't feel that way?

There will be real consequences, Lucy.
For all of us.

Especially me.

You know, I liked you better drunk.

Tell me something, brother,
what deal did you make?

What was worth writing Father,
of all people, a blank check?

Not a "what."

A who.

You made a deal for Chloe's life?

Don't look at me like that.

At the time, it made
a certain amount of sense.

Don't you understand?

You made a deal to return Mom to Hell.
In exchange,

-Chloe's life was spared!
-Well, that's one interpretation.

Despite whatever loopholes
you think you've found,

-and the lies that you have told yourself,
-[scoffs]

you still haven't delivered
on your end of the bargain.

Lucy!

What if Dad decides to
take back his side of the deal?

[chuckles]

One silly human soul?

I can't imagine Dad would take
much interest in that.

Yes. Two adult women and a child.

[man on phone] Just bring over a deposit
and the apartment's yours.

Really? Oh!

Yeah. I will, uh... Great.
I'll drop off a check right away.

-Okay, thank you.
-Of course.

-[crashing]
-[tires screeching]

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