All language subtitles for Lucifer_S01E13_Take Me Back to Hell.English (CC)

Previously on Lucifer...

AMENADIEL: Those wings out there
in the human world,

Luci, they're too powerful.
A piece of divinity.

MAZE: You know exactly what's
causing your vulnerability.

Chloe Decker is the one
I should be throwing knives at.

LUCIFER:
Demon daggers

forged in Hell don't count.
We all know those prick.

What do you want from me,
Malcolm?

You're gonna go into Evidence

and borrow something for me.

What's that?

This is my Pentecostal coin.

I suppose you could use it
to get out of Hell.

It's all yours
if you don't shoot me.

AMENADIEL:
You sent your demon to kill me.

(grunting)

If only you'd done what was
asked of you, I'd still be home!

(grunts)

Enough! You both used me. Here.

(clang)

Kill each other.

Evil is here. Evil is here.

DAN:
"Morningstar." Whoa.

Somebody could be doing this
on his behalf,

or maybe he's involved
in a different way.

LUCIFER: You did this.
You killed those people.

I did this for you.
Aren't you happy?
Why would I be happy?

CHLOE:
The last place the preacher
was seen was near LUX.

Put your hands up.
(scoffs)

Lucifer Morningstar,
you're under arrest.

Come on, Detective.

You can't seriously believe
I killed

that pathetic malcontent.

It doesn't matter
what I believe.

That's all that matters,
Detective.

Put your hands in the air
and surrender yourself.

(laughing)

This isn't funny, Lucifer.

Isn't it?

(laughs) I think

this is the grandest joke
that I've heard in all my time.

(laughs)
The best part is it's on me!

(laughing)

Come peacefully.

We'll go to the station...

No.

We won't.

(sighs)
What are you doing?

I'm accepting my role
in all of this.

All of humanity's sins
are the Devil's fault, right?

I mean, I thought you knew
different, but I was wrong.

You're just like all the others.

So,

why not add one more murder
to the pile?

That's not what this is,
Lucifer.

Come on.
What are you waiting for?

You wanted your bad guy.
Well, here he is,

gift-wrapped just for you!

Don't take another step.

You!

Newbie.

Come on. Riddle me with bullets,

so you can go home,
drink an ice-cold beer,

and feel better
about yourselves!

Don't shoot him.
He's unarmed.

Oh, you don't know that.
Maybe I have a gun.

Hands in the air!

Do it!
Don't!

(panting)

(wind blowing)

OFFICER:
What just happened?

(sighs)

Search the area.

He can't have gotten far.

(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

Can we not tell anyone

you just carried me in your arms
like a baby?

What were you trying
to accomplish in there?

Uh, a good death?

Or at least
a nice and messy one.

But then you had to come and
ruin everything, like always.

(groans)

Why'd you swoop in and stop it?

Wouldn't let someone else
send me to Hell, is that it?

Well, guess what, brother,
you don't need to kill me,

because I'm done here.

I've had my fun on Earth, and...

(sighs)

...there's no reason for me
to stay anymore.

You win.

I'll go willingly.

Please, just...

take me back to Hell.

No.

(sighs)

(camera shutter clicking)

Hey. What happened
to Lucifer?

You didn't hear?

What happened to him?

He disappeared. He's on the run.

OFFICER:
Ow.

Let me see that.

Have you ever seen
a knife like this?

Yeah. Uh, I'll take it
to the station.

Careful. It's crazy sharp.

Great.

Hey.

I need to talk to you.

I know this is
gonna sound crazy,

especially after
what just happened,

but I think
Lucifer is innocent.

Chloe, Lucifer got into a fight
with the deceased

just a couple hours ago.
We both saw it.

I know. Just hear me out.

Okay? Just pretend
you don't know Lucifer.

I already like it.
Our suspect

is a club owner who likes
to tell people he's the Devil.

You're not really selling
his innocence.

He's a man who embraces desire,
lives by his passion.

Now think about the body.
The guy was executed,

single bullet to the head.

There's no passion
behind this.

This isn't him.
Then it's a frame job.

Who would want to set him up?

I don't know.
OFFICER 2:
Detective,

we may have found
the murder weapon.

Okay. Test it
for prints and DNA.

Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.

Lucifer's prints
are gonna be on that gun.

You don't know that.
I do.

And I also know you're right.

Lucifer's innocent.

What?

Chloe, we have to talk.

Somewhere else.

You don't want to take me back
to Hell?

The one bloody thing
you've wanted this entire time.

(chuckles) Did I punch you

in the head too hard?

Maze was right, Luci.

We used her.

And Malcolm.
People have died

because of us.

Because of you, you mean.

Yes. Because of me.

Right.

Brother, somehow I lost sight
of the bigger picture,

of the cost of my actions,

and just how truly selfish
they were.

But, Luci,
my eyes are wide open now,

and I need to make this right.

Do you know, I think this side
of you's actually scarier

than the angry one.

I need to find Malcolm,

and I need
to send him back to Hell.

Will you help me, brother?

(sighs)

One last bit of punishment
on the way out.

(thunder rumbles)

It sounds like fun to me.

♪ ♪

Ah, there's nothing like

a fresh shirt after
a rainy rooftop.

What is that smell?

(groans) Tropical musk candles.

Gosh, the sacrifices you made
pretending to be a therapist.

Yeah, I like that scent.

Of course you do.
Okay,

can we please just focus?

Now, what's your plan
to find Malcolm?
My plan?

Yeah.
Well, I thought you were
the expert at plotting murder.

Or not so expert,
considering I'm still alive.

Which is why
I brought us here,

so that we could come up
with a plan.

Right. Well,
it sounds more like you want me

to do all the heavy lifting.
So how's this? Step one,

travel back in time and not make
such a mess of things.

You know, I'm suddenly reminded
of why I wanted you dead

in the first place.

Luci, what is
your problem?

Oh, good question, Doctor.
Well, you see,

the thing is that my brother
has been trying to kill me

and now he wants
to work with me

but we can't seem to get along,

mainly because
he's an egotistical twit.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry,
Dr. Canaan.

I didn't realize
that you were in session

with a... Lucifer?

(scoffing):
Oh.

I can't believe this.

You're stealing my patient.

Uh, not exactly.

Actually, you may be just
what we need, my dear doctor.

I deserve that.

You lied to me.

I don't even know you.

You shot a man in cold blood.

I shot Malcolm to protect you.

Everything I saw at Palmetto,
it was all true!

You let them think I was crazy.

I never intended...
You let me think
I was crazy.

I'm sorry.

You don't get to be sorry.

If I could take it all back,
I would.

You can't take it back!

I know.

But you can make this right.

How?

Prove Lucifer is innocent.

Where are
you going?

Lucifer thinks I abandoned him.

I need to find him.

LINDA:
So you're-you're brothers?

Unfortunately.

LUCIFER: And we're having a
terrible time working together.

But because you've been
so helpful with me, Linda,

hopefully you can help fix
our problems.

Listen, I know
this must be a shock...

Are you even a real doctor?

(laughing):
No, of course he isn't.

Gosh, if he had any clue
about human nature,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

Oh. You dare criticize me?

Luci, you're arrogant,
you're selfish,

all you do is think
with your penis...
Oh.

LUCIFER: Oh. Which, of course,
you would never do, would you?

How's Maze, by the way?

Dr. Martin, will you
please tell him to shut up

and just listen to reason?

Oh, if by reason,
you mean a deceptive load

of bull...
Enough!

You lied to me
about being a doctor

so you could
manipulate Lucifer,

who is actually

your brother.

Somehow.

Do you realize

the ethical position
you've put me in?

(chuckles)

And you, let me guess,

you were gonna make
a sexual joke

about putting me in a position.

That's true, yeah.

Because everything's
a joke to you.

And yet, for some reason,
I take you seriously,

even when you insist on clinging
to these ridiculous metaphors--

Heaven, Hell, angels, devils.

Actually, they're not...
Trust me,

you don't want
to pick that fight.

You claimed
you came to L.A.

to reinvent yourself,
yet every time

I think you come upon
a moment of realization,

you go the exact wrong
direction with it.

I did... Ho-Hold on.
You're right. I did come to L.A.

to start a new life, didn't I?

And now Malcolm's on the run.

He's gonna need
to start a new life, too.

No, see, you're doing it again.
LUCIFER: New I.D.,

bank account, passport.

I know just the person
to go to.

Oh.

Damn, you're good.

Yep.
(door shuts)

(Chloe clears throat)

Where's Lucifer?

Even if I knew,
I wouldn't tell you.

You've never liked me.

Why?

Because every day was a party.

Every sin,
every desire L.A. offered,

we took part.

And then he met you.

So you think it's my fault
that the party's over?

That and the fact that you're
hunting him down like a dog.

I don't think he killed
the preacher.

I need you to help me find him
before another cop does.

So where would he go?

You know him better than anyone.

These days it seems you know
him better than I do.

So where do you think
he's going?

To get punishment.

Which means
he's going after Malcolm.

Then maybe he hasn't changed
that much after all.

If he gets to Malcolm first,

he really will go down
for murder.

You can't come with me.

You said you needed my help
finding him, right?

I don't see anybody else
backing you up.

Byron was a nice guy,
a handy guy.

He fixed my toaster once.

Not a BLT goes by
I don't think of Byron.

LUCIFER:
Excuse me!

Yeah, sorry to interrupt
the riveting eulogy,

but I'm here to see
the funeral director.

Hello, Neil.
Remember me?

In a bit of a rush,

unfortunately.

Whereas this poor chap, well,
he's not going anywhere, is he?

Sir, please wait
until after we're finished.

This is disrespectful.

Uh, no, this is disrespectful.

I mean, this whole show--
who's it for, really?

Eh? Not him.

He's not hearing
any of this.

Would you back me up,
please, bro?

He is right.

See? Trust me,
he should know.

No, it's for you,
isn't it?

It's a selfish way

for you to all feel better
about yourselves about how much

you ignored
this poor sod in life.

Oh, did you choose this suit?

Mr. Morningstar,
this way.

Oh, you do remember me?

Feel free to carry on.

You have no right
disrupting this funeral.

This is my business.
Yes.

Your least profitable one.

Your main source of income is
creating new identities,

which is why I came to you
five years ago to get

my proper papers and all that.

And I did great work for you,
Mr. Morningstar.

So why are you doing this?
Well, if I know
you're the best,

then Malcolm Graham
does, as well.

(sighs)
The cop.

Yeah.
Yeah, he needed it
to be done fast,

but said he'd need time
to get his hands on the 100K.

Where would a homicide detective
get that kind of money quickly?

Mm, look at you, Sherlock.

(sighs) He mentioned
an old associate.

Tommy, I think.

Great. We'll do a search

for every "Tommy"
in Los Angeles.

What's another thousand years?

No, no, no, no. An old associate
of Malcolm's, you say?

I think I might know just
the person who can help us.

Rhymes with "douche."

Thanks, Neil.

I wish I had my knives.

You're not gonna need 'em.

I never need them.

LAPD! Malcolm, if...

Oh.

Hello?

Anyone here?

(scoffs)

Looks like Malcolm
likes to shop.

You cops must make
a lot of money.

You hiring?

We're not, and we don't.

I have no idea how
he can afford all this stuff.

Well, if you don't make good
money, why do you do this job?

'Cause I get to shoot people,

which is something
you should keep in mind.

(laughs)
No really. Why?

'Cause I hate it when people get
away with things they shouldn't.

And you like
to shoot people.

Yeah.

Huh.

And to think I almost killed you
in your sleep that one time.

Wait. What?

(door creaks open)

(gun clicking)

(gunshot)

(panting)

Oh, now I know why he
likes working with you.

(gasps)

Malcolm, it's the police!

Stop firing
and put the gun down!

WOMAN:
He's not with you?

Please tell me
he's not with you.

Sorry. I thought
you were my husband.

Mel, why were you shooting
at Malcolm?

Ever since
he almost died, he...

he's been different,
he's been strange.

I can't describe it.

He has a newfound appetite.

An insatiable hunger

he just can't seem to fill.

How do you know?

I've seen it before.

Where?

Right. I forgot
who I was talking to.

It only gets worse.

It can't get worse!

He spent all
our money.

And when I saw him today, he...

Wait. When did he come by today?

You just missed him.

He was frantic. He was looking
for money, and he was angry.

He was so angry.

And he had this look in his eye,
and he said things like...

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

(scoffs)

He said he was gonna
go get a beer.

(phone buzzing)
Okay.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Malcolm's good, Chloe.

I can't find any evidence
tying him to the murders.

How's it going on your end?

Malcolm's not home.
Mel said he went out for a beer.

Does that make any sense to you?

No. When I saw him,
he was scared.

I think he knows
Lucifer's gonna come after him.

He looked like a guy
getting ready to run.

Yeah, well, he doesn't have
the money to get far.

Yeah, but he's the kind of guy
who'd know how to find it.

Oh, maybe there's a bar
that owes him money.

Yeah, or one that he could rob
for some extra cash.

I'll look into it.

(door squeaks open and shut)

Don't move,
or wobbly head gets it.

How did you get in here?

There's a manhunt for you.

And this is the last place
you'd look, isn't it?

I thought
it was quite clever.

Ooh.

You need to get
the hell out of here.

Oh, we're gonna need
some information first.

Who are you?
LUCIFER:
Not this again.

He's my brother.
I know, shocking, isn't it?

He's much less handsome
than I am.

AMENADIEL: We're looking
for Malcolm, Detective.

Now, we've been told that he's
seeing an associate named Tommy?

There are a lot of Tommys in...

A beer. Of course.

We'd very much like to know
what you just realized.

Too bad.
I'm not telling you.

(laughs): But you want to,
though, don't you?

No, I don't.

Oh, you're a complicated one.
That is a surprise.

So, come on, what do you want
to do, Daniel? Hmm?

I...

I want to redeem myself.

Oh. And taking down Malcolm
would do that, wouldn't it?

So where is he?

Come on, you can tell us.

Like you said,
we're surrounded by police.

There's an old brewery
on Third.

Mm-hmm.

A drug dealer named Tommy
Campolongo works out of there.

Ah. Not that complicated
after all.

So you two will stay
in a holding cell while I...

(whooshing)

Okay. Tommy Campolongo.

That makes sense,
that he'd have cash on him.

But he's not gonna
hand it over nicely.

I'm leaving the precinct now.

Okay, meet me there with backup.
I'm not far.

Chloe, don't go...

Damn it.

MAN:
You like that?

(laughing)

And to think,
after all this time,

I just thought
you were dead.

What can I say?

It's hard to keep
a good man down.

Mm-hmm.
And now

I'm ready to get the old band
back together.

You have some product
you can move?

We've got some seizures

just sitting there in evidence.

Could actually get you a supply
today if you've got cash.

I always have cash, Malcolm.

You know that.

That I do, Tommy.

That I do.

How much you thinking?

How much you got?

(laughing)

(imitating laughter)

(clattering)

What's going on up there?

This ain't me.

What you waiting for?!

But hey.

Gift horse and all that--
am I right?

Why don't you go ahead,
open up that safe, my man?

Oh...

hello there.

If you miscreants don't mind,

we're looking
for Malcolm Graham.

Hand him over, and we can
all be on our way
without too much fuss.

You two made a huge mistake
walking in here.

(guns clicking)

(stammers)

What do you say we skip the
time-slowing shenanigans, hmm?

What about
your mortality situation?

Well, it's kind of a non-sitch
when the detective's not around.

I'll explain later,
but for now,

we'll just, you know,
enjoy the moment.

(chuckles) After you.

Lovely.

Right, I should warn you--

(grunts)

(sighs)
This is hardly a fair fight.

♪ Hey, hey... ♪

(gunshots)

♪ Hey, hey now ♪

♪ Hey, hey now ♪

(shouts)

♪ Hey, hey, there's a fire and
it's running, coming in here ♪

(grunting)

♪ Hey, hey now,
hey, hey now ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey now... ♪

Sorry, bro.
Genuine mistake.

♪ Yeah, hey, hey now,
burning out of luck ♪

♪ Gonna wear the crown ♪

♪ Hey, hey now,
things are burning up... ♪

(gun clicks)

Oh, do you need
some help with that?

♪ Things are burning up... ♪

(screams)

♪ Oh, oh, oh. ♪

(both laugh)

And to think, we wasted
all that millennia

fighting each other, right?

We still need
to find Malcolm.

Absolutely.

You know, if we split up,
we'll cover more ground.

Okay, but no hogging all the fun

if you find him first-- deal?

Deal.

(man groaning)

Oh!

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(groaning)

Wow. I mean,

wow. I could tell
it was something special,

but I had no idea
that was gonna work.

(moaning)

But you never know
until you try.

(groaning)

Got to say,

you don't look so scary now,
Amenadude.

Oi!

What part of "no hogging"
don't you understand?

(groans, panting)

(sighs) Bloody hell!

There you go, spoiling

my fun again.

Leave me, and go get him.

You know how much
I hate being in anyone's debt.

I figure if I save you now,
that makes us even, right?

Besides, it's...

it's just a flesh wound.

Hardly can see
what you're whining about.

(panting)

What happened?

He was struck with a blade
not of this world, Maze.

One of mine.

Yes.

I'll handle this.

How?

Find him.

With pleasure.

(clattering)

Malcolm, freeze!

Stop!

(gunshots)

(panting)

(gun clicks)

Don't move.

(chuckles)
Easy, Detective.

You're a hard man to find.

Look, I know you think
I'm a bad guy,

but I'm simply trying to catch
our dear friend Malcolm

so I can tear
his arms and legs off.

This has nothing to do with you.
You know I can't
let you do that.

(sighs) You don't know
what he's done.

You'd never believe me anyway.

But all you need to know
is that he's here to get money

and then he's gonna disappear.
For good.

You mean this money?

I'm not here to arrest you,
Lucifer.

I know you're innocent.

I always have.

So let's catch
this bastard together

and put an end to all this.

Ah. Look at us, reunited,
and it feels so good.

Malcolm won't get far
without his getaway cash.

Where's Maze?

She's taking care
of something important.
Oh, of course

your ninja bartender is off
on a secret mission.

Why, Detective, are you pining

for some
good cop/demon cop action?
No.

I just want to clear your name
and find Malcolm.
No, no, no, no, no.

Who cares
about the Devil's rap sheet?

Why don't we just skip that part

and go straight
to the main course?

Because it's incredibly
impulsive and shortsighted.

Have you noticed that's my jam?

If we fix your reputation,

we'll preserve
everything we've done.

You want to keep working
with me.

And to do that,
you need to trust me.
(door opens)

(sighs)
(indistinct police transmission)

Okay. Well.
Right. Very well,
Detective.

I'm in your hands.
But how you intend

to prove my innocence
is beyond me.

Put your hands down.

We found the evidence we need.

LUCIFER:
He did?

Can I rethink my surrender?

What'd you find?

It's better if I show you.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(moans)

(groans)
Enough,

Mazikeen.

I've made my peace with death,

whether I go to Heaven or Hell.

I know exactly
where you're going.

Nowhere.
You're staying right here.

Now shut up and let me help you.

(gasps)
There's nothing

that you can do.

It would take something divine
to heal me.

♪ I'm Hollywood... ♪

You took that from Lucifer?

I kept it a secret.

I thought I could use it
to get us back home.

And you'd give that to me?

Believe me,

I don't understand this either.

♪ We'll always be together ♪

♪ Forever, forever ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Forever, forever ♪

♪ Forever. ♪

(sighs) Why do I feel
like I'm walking death row?

Should I order my final meal now
to save time?

Dan says
he has it handled.

You do, right?

I do.

I'm here to turn myself in.

What are you doing?

I removed a firearm
from Evidence lockup,

and I gave it
to Detective Malcolm Graham.

I believe
Detective Graham

then used that weapon to shoot
and kill Jacob Williams,

the crime that...

Mr. Morningstar is suspected of.

Well,

Detective Espinoza,

I...

didn't know you had the stones.

No more Detective Douche?

Well, not today, at least.

Let's go.

Dan...

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

I need to take this.

Hey, honey. Everything okay?

MALCOLM:
Hello, Decker.

Malcolm?

How's the precinct?

I still have a few buddies
at the stations.

Oh, and I made
a new friend today, too.

Pulled her out of a boring class
for some bonding time.

Here, say hi.

Hi, Mommy.

Hey, Trixie.

Are you okay, honey?

Mommy's here.

Uh, that's enough of that.

(sighs)
What do you want, Malcolm?

Aw. Poor Chloe Decker.

Did someone
take something from you,

something valuable?

Hurts, don't it?

You want your money.

Bull's-eye.

Now, don't even think about
talking to the cops. Remember,

you don't know who's with me.
Okay.

And keep Lucifer out of this.

Just you...

or she dies.

♪ ♪

♪ You're an unusual suspect now
and may be right ♪

♪ The kind all men cannot
recollect or forget at night ♪

♪ You're the rough detective
with the smokey eye ♪

♪ Where the person you are after
is the other guy... ♪

Hey. Um, I need the duffel bag
we seized today.

Where is it? (clears throat)

We were just about
to take it to Evidence.

Okay. I need
to examine it.

Sure.

LUCIFER:
Ah,

there you are.

Is everything all right,
Detective?

Yeah.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Right.

♪ Well, I'm a rough detective
on a glory ride ♪

♪ You keep going faster
so I slow down ♪

♪ You hear me laughing ♪

♪ In the background ♪
(siren whooping)

(with American accent):
Detective Decker,

step away from your vehicle.

Put your hands in the air

and walk towards me peacefully.

If you do not--

I repeat-- if you do not,

we will have no choice
but to shoot you

with our new bazooka.

We've actually been waiting
months and months to use it, so,

on second thought,
please, speed away.

What are you doing?

Well, I could ask you the s...

(feedback squeals)

(normally):
I could ask you the same thing.

You going somewhere
without me, hmm?

Right after all this talk
about trusting you,

you're immediately
keeping secrets?

I don't have time to explain
to you. Something came up.

Something that obviously
requires quite a bit of cash.

I didn't know
you had it in you, Detective.

It isn't for me.
Oh, you're gonna make it rain

at the local strip clubs then?

Lucifer...
Or perhaps that
phone call earlier

wasn't as innocuous
as you made it out to be.

Fine. You leave me no choice.

Malcolm has Trixie.

Oh.

If I get him his money,
he'll let her go.

Right. Because if Malcolm's
established anything,

it's his trustworthiness.

What choice do I have?

To ride shotgun with the Devil,
for starters.

If Malcolm sees you,
he'll kill her. I'm sorry,

but I can't risk it--
her life's at stake.

Right. So you're just
gonna get both of you
killed then, are you?

He needs this money
to leave town.

I won't give it to him
until she's safe.

And what about your safety?

Trixie is all that matters.

Detective, I...
I don't have time
to argue with you, Lucifer.

I realize how bad this can go,
but I don't have a choice.

This is my daughter.

Promise me
you'll let me go alone.

Fine.

You have my word.

(sighs)

Don't look so sad.

Your mommy's coming
to pick you up.

Good. I don't like you.

What's not to like?

(grunts)

Trixie.
All right, easy, Decker.

Easy.

Mommy, can we
go home now?

Yes, Monkey.
(sniffles) We can.

Glad to see you came alone.

Now toss the gun.

(panting)

Now the other one.

There. You happy?

Yeah, once I get
my money, sure.

So, where is it?

Not without Trixie.

Oh, come on, Decker...
Malcolm, that's the deal.

Go on.

Hi.

Okay, listen to me.

We're gonna play a game,
all right?

I need you to hide
until I can come find you.

Mommy, I don't
want to play a game.

I know you don't, baby.
(imitates gunshot)

But I need you to go hide
really, really well, okay?

Go.

(chuckles)
Kids, huh?

(sighs, coughs)

It's there.
It's-it's all there.

It's in the bag.

Yeah. I believe you.

You don't need to do this,
Malcolm.

I know, but I was gonna
shoot you at Palmetto,

and now I feel like I've been
given a second chance here,

so I'm sure as hell
not gonna waste it.

LUCIFER:
Is this really what you did

with your second chance?

Deary me, Malcolm.
Pathetic.

Hey, Lucifer.

Hey, buddy.
Long time no frame.

Though that didn't
stick too well, did it?

Guess I need to find
a more permanent solution.

Give me the gun, Malcolm.

Why? Not afraid of you.

All you're doing
is getting yourself killed.

And for what?

To buy your precious
detective some more time?

No.

No, I want
to ask you a question.

Oh. (chuckles softly)

What do you desire, Malcolm?

(whispering):
Lucifer, what are you doing?

What do you yearn for in that...

rotten soul of yours?

I...

You've been given
a second chance, Malcolm.

Is killing Detective Decker

really what you want
to do with it?

I don't.

No, of course you don't.

You want to live,
don't you?

I do.

More than almost anything.

Almost?

(gunshot)

(gasping)

There's one more thing.

(Lucifer gasping)

You feel that?

That's what it's like
to die, my man.

I know, 'cause I've done it.

And what I want,
more than anything...

...is for you to feel that pain.

To go through what I did.

Because we both know
where you're going to.

Bet you never expected

to miss this thing so soon.

Yeah.

Don't worry.

You won't be going alone.

I'll be sending Decker along
right behind you.

Oh, Chloe...

Oh, Decker...

(coughing)

Here, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe.

LUCIFER:
I don't know if this is all

part of the plan.

Or if You can even hear me.

But if You're up there...

Dad...

(laughs)

I need a favor.

(Lucifer gasping)

I'll be the son

You always wanted me to be.

(Lucifer choking)

I'll do as You ask.
(heartbeat echoing slowly)

Go where You want me to.

I...

In exchange,

all I ask is...

is that you protect Chloe.

(heartbeat stops)

(ethereal choral music plays)

(echoing):
Home, sweet home.

♪ ♪

Bloody ash.

(chains clinking)

That can't be right.

(clinking)

It's open.

(low rumbling)

This isn't possible.

(gasps)

(panting)

(chuckles)

Hello, Malkie.

(chuckles breathlessly)

It doesn't matter.

(snorting, choking)

I've got your coin.

Oh.

I'll be back.

You're looking for this?

How...?

I know a guy.

Apparently,
He wants me back here.

(sighs)

Sorry, pal.

One use only.

CHLOE:
Trixie!

Come out, honey!

Mommy, is it over?

Yeah, baby, it's over.
Come here.

Hi.

Oh, I'm so happy
you're okay.

Excuse me if I don't join
the group hug.

(whispering):
I thought he killed you.

Oh, he did.

Yes.

I got better.

Hmm.

You promised
you'd let me go alone.

True.

But I didn't say anything
about following.

What's wrong?

(sighs)

Isn't it past her bedtime?

Hmm?

(footsteps approaching)

(Lucifer sighs)

(broken glass clinking)

LUCIFER:
Ah!

Sleeping on the job?

Luci, we still have
to find Malcolm...

Malcolm, yes.

That's dealt with.
It's old news, really.

(grunts)

(sighs)

Where's Maze?

Well, I was gonna ask you
the same question.

Perhaps your snoring
drove her away.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

I spoke to Dad.

Excuse me?

Yeah. I offered Him my services
in exchange f...

Well, that doesn't
really matter.

He accepted.

He replied to you.

Mmm.

Well, not in words.

But His message was clear.

And what does Father want?

Someone's escaped from Hell.

Must've seen
a window of opportunity

whilst you were incapacitated.

I think He wants
me to bring

our jailbird back.

That's it?

Well, it shouldn't be too hard

to track down
a single errant soul.

(chuckles)

(fingernails clinking glass)

You're afraid.

Mmm.

Damn right I am.

Right, but you're never afraid.

Who could possibly
scare you, brother?

Lucifer...

Who escaped Hell?

Mum.