Lucifer (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 26 - Once Upon a Time - full transcript

Police! Stop!

Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go.

Once upon a time,

there was a world,

just like ours,
but with one small change

that changed everything.

No!

Why the hell did you do that?
Why'd you go after him?

Damn it, Bonnie.
You should've let him get away.

Not on my watch.

Cut!



Here you go, Chloe.

Where's that stunt guy?
Get him over here.

- Can I get a coffee?
- Damn it.

Damn it. We didn't
get it, did we? Here.

You okay?

Yeah, I just choked
on the stupid blood capsule.

- Hey, nice work.
- Thanks.

Did all the
squibs go off?

Yeah, it was sick.
You killed it.

This sequence is
gonna be amazing.

You know, you're gonna win one
of those stunt awards for this.

Well, especially after
you get the car chase.

Not sure about that.

What, are you worried about me?



All I got to do is get up
to the top, do that burnout,

and then Debi's gonna take over.

N-No, it's-it's not you.
I'm just kind of...

not going to be
here for it.

Wait, what? Why?

I can't really talk
about it here,

but trust me,
it's a good thing.

Actually, me and some
friends are going out

to celebrate tonight.
Why don't you come?

I'll fill you in
on everything.

Well, I... you may be off the
hook, but I got to drive this

$6 million James Dean
Porsche tomorrow.

Come on.

One drink.

Thank you.

Amazing what changing

one tiny detail can do.

A butterfly flaps its wings

and good friends are strangers.

Hey, Stryder.

Charlotte Richards.

Ah, to what do I owe
this pleasure?

Oh, just making sure you're
not getting into trouble.

Oh, that's no fun.

Well, true, but it is
my job as your attorney.

And I also brought
some paperwork

for the Vegas Lux expansion.

Oh, well, that is exciting.

Yes.

Shall we, um, go up
to the penthouse?

The butterfly effect also works

on people who might have died

and been inhabited by,
say, your mom,

who now isn't.

Mmm... Ooh.

We haven't had sex
before, have we?

No, trust me,
you would remember.

Oh, I'm sure I would.

Sorry, sorry...

but I'm not sure
I can do this.

Well, that's a first.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
nothing like that.

That's impossible, frankly.

No... I can't believe
I'm saying this, but...

I'm not in the mood.

Still a first.

No, no, no. Don't get me wrong,
Charlotte, you are stunning.

Well, I know that.

Come on. What's wrong?

I don't know. Maybe I've been
in Los Angeles too long.

Perhaps I need to find
someplace new.

- Someplace like Las Vegas?
- Exactly.

Well, then, why don't we sign
these commencement papers?

Once you do that

and get me a down payment,

they will break ground
on Lux Las Vegas.

You'll be packing in no time.

Hmm, well, I am feeling
better already.

Is cash acceptable?

Sin City,
here we come.

You seem...

frustrated.

Yeah.

And I should be
happy, you know?

I... I should
be excited.

I-I'm shooting Weaponizer 5 and
everything's going pretty great.

We have this huge
car chase coming up,

and I feel...

I feel bored.

It is the fifth time
you've played this role.

It'd be normal

if you didn't feel a
bit... disenchanted.

Yeah, you're right, you know?
Maybe I should try

and play a different role,
but there's not a lot of things

out there for me, you know?

- And I am good at playing a cop.
- You are.

- Mm.
- You know, maybe it's just a matter

of approaching it
with different eyes.

You've always
said that

you wanted to be a positive
role model for young women.

And you are.

Girls all over the world see
you on-screen, fighting crime,

and they're inspired.
Don't forget that.

You're right. Thank you.

God, it feels like
we're back in session.

I know.

And it's amazing how well

they replicated your old office.

Yeah, it's weird.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, well, don't forget,

you know, that you
inspired me, too, Chloe.

If it weren't for you,

Doctor Linda never
would have happened.

- Right?
- Yeah.

And if it
weren't for you,

I'd be crazy
and out of work.

But... uh, yeah,
I'm fine, I'm good.

I think it's just about finding
something that's challenging.

People accuse me of being controlling.

And yes, I may have put Chloe
in Lucifer's path.

But what if I didn't?
Would they still get together?

Excuse me.

Hey, buddy.

You know the expression,
"I don't care where you go,

but you can't drool
all over my banquette."

Hmm?

Come on, rise and shine.

Ugh, bloody hell.

Normally it would be impossible

to get an answer
to that question, but I can.

Just one of the benefits
of being God.

It's amazing the effect
a family can have

on a man's moral compass.

Yo, Nick, what do we got?

Or in Dan Espinoza's case,

the lack of a family.

Vic's a Hollywood
stunt guy.

Stryder Novac, 28.

Stabbed once to the chest.

Found this on the body.

Figured it didn't have
anything to do

with who killed him, right?

Hide it. You see all
these eyes on us?

Are we smart
or are we dumb?

- We're smart.
- We're smart. That's right. Okay.

Did you find
the murder weapon?

Not yet.

Who found the body?

Well, if it isn't
Detective Dildo of the LAPD.

You still out there
leaving crimes unsolved?

Come on, man, Delilah's case
was open-and-shut,

if that's what you mean.

Agree to disagree.

Just like this appears to be

a pretty cut-and-dried
bar fight.

Ah, yes, of course,
going for the easy answer.

But I know in my gut
that's not the case here.

- Really?
- Absolutely. And I need to prove it.

And why's that?

Because just this morning,

my Vegas expansion deal
was frozen

due to this unfortunate murder.

I get it.

You got to pin it
on somebody else

so that your brand stays clean.

I don't pin things on anyone.

I just want to find the truth

so the right person
is punished for their sins,

and since I know your
corrupt little organization

won't solve it...

Morningstar,
this is police business.

You better stay out of it,

or I swear to God,
you're gonna be sorry.

Must we bring my Father
into this?

Though, actually, I suppose

you two blowhards
might hit it off.

My son and I...

Well, let's just say,

I don't think I could
change anything

that would make
our relationship less...

complicated.

But, then, fathers can have
a dramatic impact

on their children's lives,
can't they?

Take Chloe Decker.

Her dad died 20 years ago
of a gunshot wound.

That loss changed her,

inspired her to follow in
his footsteps and become a cop.

So what was that one
small thing I changed

that changed everything?

All I did was move a bullet
a few inches to the right,

and...

Knock, knock.

Come in.

Oh, hey, Monkey!

How's my superstar doing?

- Hey, Dad.
- Aw, yeah.

So, tell me how the big
death scene went yesterday.

- Oh...
- Oh, before I forget,

your mother said to tell you
to tell them that...

Oh, to favor
my good side.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I got it.

No, Dad, I'm a-actually here
about a friend.

Okay, Chlo, if this is
about some drug charge

for your co-star, I'm afraid
there's nothing I can do.

No, no, nothing like that.

Actually, a-a friend of mine
was killed last night.

The stuntman?

Oh, you knew him.
Oh, Monkey, I'm so sorry.

- I-I had no idea.
- It's okay. Thanks.

Dad, do you have
any clue what happened?

Well, it's early,
but it looks like a bar fight.

No, he wasn't looking
for a fight.

He was out celebrating.

Well, how do you know?

- Well, I was with him.
- You were?

Yeah, a bunch of us.
He just got his dream job,

driving for NASCAR,
and I just don't think

he would do anything
to screw that up.

Okay, but, look,

i-it's very hard to know
everything about somebody.

And the detective on the case
is pretty solid on his theory.

Okay, so maybe I could
talk to the detective.

Look, I'll pass on
what you told me,

but that's as close
as you're gonna get

to an active
murder investigation.

- Let me just ask him a few...
- No arguments.

Now, this is a lot more
dangerous in real life

than it is in the movies, honey.

Okay.

Hello?

We're closed!

It's just your friendly
neighborhood Devil.

Well...

hello, my little chola.

What'd you do, did you
grind the gears again?

Such an unfit parent

for such a sweet
little baby.

I should have stolen her
from you when I had the chance.

My car is perfectly fine.

I'm here about something else.

Something... delicate.

Well...

I've always thought of you as
someone with a pump-action,

- Ms. Lopez.
- Oh, you mean my little mijo?

It's not loaded.

Sound is all you need

to scare the hell
out of someone.

- Right.
- Well, anyone other than you.

So, why are you here?
What do you want?

Well, you know tools, and
I believe that I have seen

one of these
in your workshop before.

What is it?

It's a T-handled Torx driver.

Right. Of course it is.

Although the end of this one
looks like it's been sharpened.

Maybe to poke a hole
in something?

Well, I know that much.
It was used in my club

last night to poke a hole
in a now-dead young man.

It was used in a murder?

What are you, freakin' loco?

Why'd you let me get
my prints on it?

Just tell me where
it came from.

Oh, what, are you
a detective now?

Listen, my little greasy monkey,

why don't you tell me what you
know about this stabby thing,

and I won't tell
any actual detectives

about your
little enterprise here?

Like I said...

it's a Torx driver, okay?

Nine-inch, alloy steel...

This one looks like it came from
some sort of pro racer tool kit,

you know, like NASCAR.

- Well, how can you tell that?
- Number stamped on it

is the number
of the racer's car,

and the red tape wrapped
around the handle...

crews color-code stuff
they need for specific jobs.

They don't have time
to search for crap.

Oh? Clever.

Something else
was stamped on it, too.

But it looks like
it's been sanded off.

I might be able to dig it out.

Oh, wonderful.
You work on that,

and I'll go visit the
nearest racetrack.

Uh...

Yes, of course.
You humans...

you
love your money.

We sure do.

Pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Morningstar.

Sorry. Authorized
personnel only.

Oh, I just have a few
questions regarding a murder.

Gotcha.

- Put this on.
- Huh?

Follow me.

LAPD's over here.

What, Detective Dildo
beat me to it?

This
lady's no dildo.

- Oh.
- This guy wants to see you.

Well, hello...

Detective.

Detective Bonnie Gennaro.
How can I help you?

You're investigating the
murder of Stryder Novac?

- That's right.
- Well, this case

seems to be in
very capable hands.

So off I go.

All right.

I mean, after all,
you did take down

the head of the Yakuza
in single-hand combat.

And defeat the
Armenian mob

in a rather spectacular
car chase through Rome...

although, strangely, it looked
a lot more like Vancouver to me.

I get it...
you know who I am.

Yes. And if any crime were to
occur in a hot tub, well...

Please, please,

don't mention that project.

I'm a big fan of your work,
Ms. Decker.

- Thank you.
- I don't understand... why are you here?

Is this research
for a role, or...

We're not on camera now, are we?
Where are they?

Well... if you must know,

I worked with Stryder.

- Oh.
- He was a really great guy, and...

I don't think that he died
in a simple bar fight.

- Really?
- He was gonna drive for NAsCAR

for the first time today...
more importantly,

he was gonna replace
Rex Wilson in his car.

I've heard of Wilson... he was
quite a famous driver years ago.

Yeah. He was huge.

But then this young guy comes
to take his place.

Point is,

thanks to Stryder's death,

Rex is still driving today.

Well, thank you
for the information.

Now I know who to throttle.
I'll take it from here.

Oh, you will, will you?

Who are you, anyhow?

Oh, I do apologize.
Where are my manners?

Lucifer Morningstar.

Oh, right.
The owner of Lux.

- Mm.
- Well, I'd love to leave this

in the no-doubt capable hands
of a boozy,

half-in-the-bag club owner...

Oh.

I have got this.

Really? I think
you'll find

all you've got,
Ms. Decker, is a badge

which reads "Property
of Warner Bros."

I've not only played a cop
in five movies...

...I come from a family of them.

And I can assure you,
I can handle this

way better than you can.

Oh. You can't even
get into the pits.

Detective Gennaro?

Oh.

Right this way.

- Thank you so much.
- My pleasure.

Game on.

Naughty, naughty,
Detective Espinoza.

Just making sure
the bills are real.

Only way to really tell
is to spend it, right?

That's right.

Aren't you tired
of skimming money?

Of arresting criminals

who, if they have
enough money,

to hire someone like me,
they always get away with it?

I know I'm tired of always
solving their problems.

Where are you going
with this?

What if I told you
there was a safe

with hundreds of thousands of
dollars just sitting in it,

and I know the
combination?

And why do you
need my help?

Well, the safe is in
the penthouse of Lux,

and the club is
currently a crime scene,

which means I need access.

Morningstar's place?
Why didn't you just lead with that?

I'd love to screw over
that douchebag.

Well... you get us
in the building,

I'll get us the money.

- Not gonna happen.
- What, you think

I'm just gonna take
the money and run?

Yep.

Look, the penthouse
has only one way in

and one way out.

I need you to
stand watch

to make sure nobody
comes in behind me.

Okay. Fine.

But I'll also be watching
to make sure

you don't sneak out
and disappear.

Because you'd
miss me if I did?

You know what?

Maybe I would.

Excuse me.

Hi. Detective Gennaro.

- I need to speak with Rex Wilson.
- sorry, Detective,

Rex is already
out there on the speedway

for his practice run.

Uh, all right. Thanks.

Yep.

- I don't know!
- Something's wrong!

What is it you're using
my talents for this time, Luci?

Another orgy you want prolonged?

Race cars!

Of course.

Yes, but it's not what it
looks like this time, Brother.

But thank you
for arriving so speedily.

Actually... come
to think of it,

you've been quite fast

at responding to my
summons recently.

I'm just eager to return you

back to where you belong,
Brother... in Hell.

Yes, but you never seem to be
in the middle of anything.

How is the Silver City?

Still Silver. Still a City.

And our siblings?
I hear Uriel's

gone and grown a mustache.

He did?

I wouldn't know.
I'm stuck down here.

But you should.

Well, it's been
a couple of years

since I've been back, Luci.

So where have you been?

Certainly not slumming it
with the humans.

Wait, have you been

flying around this whole time

like some sort
of feathery homeless man?

Wait, that is
what you've been doing.

What choice do I have?

Since you refuse
to return to Hell,

I can't possibly face
our siblings or...

Dad?

Yeah. Quite the judgmental one,

I'm well aware.

Well...

if your pride won't let you back
into the Silver City, Brother,

you should give humans a try.

Oh, come on, Luci,

I'm the foremost
of God's angels.

I can't just intermix
with these humans, like...

What, like me?

Yeah, don't
worry, Brother.

I mean, they are
absurd creatures,

but sometimes they surprise you.

You should try
talking to one.

See what happens.

Now, if you don't mind...

Time for a chat, Rexie.

What the hell happened?
How did you...

Focus! I need
you to tell me,

- why did you kill Stryder Nov...
- Let him go!

- Huh?
- How the hell did you make it out here anyway?

Look, just give me a moment,
and I'll be out of your...

Look, just move.

You're not going anywhere, pal.

Look, I just want to talk...

I thought you
just wanted to talk.

Why are you arresting me?
Did you see what that nutjob did?

How the hell
did he do that, anyway?

I don't care about him.

I want to know about
the murder of Stryder Novac.

Stryder... Oh, man. I was
trying not to think about that

- and just focus on the race...
- I know he was

gonna replace you and force you
into an early retirement,

so you can knock it off
with the weepy act!

I didn't kill him,
if that's what you're thinking.

I would never do that.

All right, we can do this
one of three ways.

the easy way or...

What the hell!

There is no easy way.
We can do this the fast way,

the slow way...

Then, there's my favorite way!

So, try, maybe, 'cause
there is nothing I love more

than making a grown man cry.

I-I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

So that's your
favorite way.

I've always wondered
since I saw you give

Thou Shalt Not Kill.

I thought that sounded
familiar. What...

Wait a minute,

are you Chloe Decker?

She is.
Amazing, isn't it?

What the hell is
going on around here?

He was about to talk.

Well, apologies
for the interruption.

But if you'll allow me
to make amends,

I've got a few skills
of my own.

Tell me... Rex...

what is it you desire?

Wait, I...

want a good story.

- Wh-What...
- What are you talking about?

Uh, people, they don't
follow cars anymore.

They follow drivers.

Drama. Stryder's dad,
he was a NASCAR legend.

And your biggest rival,
if I remember correctly.

When he died,
so did my merch sales.

So, getting Stryder
to replace him,

that-that-that got
the rivalry back.

Yeah, but how does that
help you? You're out of a job.

I started a management firm

about a year ago...
Stryder was a client.

It was my idea to
get him to replace me.

Poor kid. Stryder,
he... he was so happy

when I made him
that offer.

Well, yeah, it was an
opportunity of a lifetime.

Apparently, he needed the money
to get him out of a jam.

What do you mean, "jam"?

He was having some trouble
with a guy at work.

Uh, uh, excuse me.

What the hell
was that back there?

I've already apologized
for interrupting

your monologue,
Ms. Decker.

No, how the hell did you
get Rex to spill like that?

Ah, well, I have the ability
to draw out people's desires.

Well, what are you,
psychic or something?

No, no, I can't read
people's minds.

I'm not a Jedi.

People just like
to tell me things.

Okay, well, we should stop
stepping on each other's toes,

because we both clearly
want the same thing.

Oh, that's very forward
of you, Ms. Decker.

Yes, I will have sex with you.

- We should probably solve this murder first...
- No, no.

I mean that we should
work together.

No.

I mean, you've proven
a very impressive adversary,

but I'm not really
a "work together" kind of Devil.

- So...
- Well, too bad.

Because I know who Stryder was
fighting with at work.

Very well...

Lead the way, Ms. Decker.

So, the second marriage
is going well?

Oh, totally.

Uh, e-even though
I've made mistakes,

the second time around
just feels better. You know?

Mm, yes.

It can be hard
to trust again.

This time I just know
she loves me for me.

I have no doubt...

that you'll stay with us.

More with box office sensation
Nathan Fury when we come back.

And cut.

Wow, Linda, every day I am
in awe watching you work.

Oh...
Thank you, Stacy.

Uh, when we come
back from break,

ask him how he feels about
his new wife cheating on him.

Can you just give us one second,
please? Thank you.

Wait, what?

Our investigator
caught her on tape

kissing her costar
at the Farmer's Market.

Juicy, right?

No. My God,
that's terrible.

That's going to
devastate Nathan.

And make great TV.

As his therapist,
I can't in good conscience

incite a breakdown.

That's not why I do this.

And that is why America
loves you, Linda.

But you know what else
America loves?

Tears.

But Stacy, you can't...

Ratings are down.

We need a boost like this.

What's more important
to you?

set.

Aah!

That's who was arguing
with your stuntman?

- Lara Croft wannabe?
- What the hell, Rogers?

Erika Dunlap.
My costar.

I told you that move
wouldn't work.

Why don't you ever
listen to me?

Well, she seems to be fighting
with a lot of people.

Well, her beef with Stryder
was a lot bigger.

Oh?

Chloe, what
are you doing here?

You on the schedule today?

Hey, Ben. I just forgot
some things in my trailer.

But what's going on
with Erika lately?

I mean, she was giving
Stryder grief, too,

the last time I saw her.

Everyone deals with
death differently.

In Erika's case, she
deals by taking it out

- on my entire stunt team.
- Lovely.

Nothing we can't handle.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

All right, when you're finished
having a catch-up...

- What?
- What was the bigger beef?

Uh, well, Erika got
hurt during a stunt

and she was looking forward

to a hefty settlement, but
her eyewitness, Stryder,

refused to testify on her behalf

and it-it didn't go over well
with Erika.

Oh, so you think she killed him
out of revenge?

Or knowing that without
an eyewitness,

she'd have a better chance
at winning the case.

And reap the windfall.

Right. You know,
I'd go talk to Erika,

but she and I don't
exactly see eye-to-eye.

I've seen what you
can do to people.

Erika's trailer
is right there.

Why don't you go
and, you know,

do your thing?

Ah.

- I mean...
- Monkey?

Dad. Hi. What-what
are you doing here?

Well, I've been hearing
some crazy stories.

You didn't sneak into
a NASCAR race, right?

And you definitely didn't
impersonate a cop?

Okay, Dad, it's not what
you're thinking.

Good, 'cause if
you're still working

with that mentally ill nightclub
owner, w-what's-his-name.

Lucifer!

- Lucifer!
- That's right,

say my name. Say my name.

Lucifer?

Is anyone here?

Lucifer?

Jackpot.

Um, I work for Lucifer.

He sent me here to
get the cash for...

I don't care
about the money.

You don't?

I care about why you want it.

Tell me the truth
and it's yours.

Lucifer needs it

to finish the
Vegas deal.

Because I deserve it.

What would you do with it?

Whatever I damn well want.

I'll take that
as a promise.

Go.

Embrace your deepest,
darkest desire.

Let those sinful little embers
burn into a flame.

Why?

We'll meet again...
eventually.

Somewhere hotter.

And the more you sin,

the more fun it'll be for me.

Think of this as foreplay.

However...

if I ever see you and that
boy toy in Los Angeles again,

I will gut that pretty
belly of yours.

Everyone knows you don't
steal from the Devil.

Do you have any idea

what a difficult situation
you've put me in?

Dad, I had to do something.

Okay? Stryder wasn't killed
in a bar fight.

And we are on to something.
I can feel it.

- "We"?
- Bye, Erika.

My flexible friend.

Well, your plan worked wonders.

Consider the suspect
well and truly pumped.

F-F-For information.

Uh-huh. He means pumped
for information.

What happened to doing
your hypno-eye thing?

- With the eyes.
- Oh.

- That's what you meant.
- Yes.

Oh, no, we went at it
like little bunnies.

Next time you should be
more specific.

There will be no "next time."

I raised you better
than this, Chloe.

- Dad...
- Oh.

Papa Decker, I presume?

Right. Well,
from what I've seen,

what you've raised is
an intelligent, capable

and frustratingly
stubborn woman.

Don't talk to me
about my daughter.

We'll discuss this later.

Now go home.

I...

Charming.

I don't know why, but I actually
thought he'd be proud of me.

Well, disappointing fathers is
a rite of passage, Ms. Decker.

Take it from someone
who's made a living out of it.

No, no, he's right.

He's right. I'm not a cop.

I'm an actress.

I mean... who really thought
that I could solve a murder?

Well, I did.

And I still do.

There's no evidence,
not of anything.

That's not necessarily true,

'cause I just learned that
that Erika woman

can put her ankles
around my neck.

Okay, that's really
not helping right now.

Thank you.

Wait, if she was
really injured,

she wouldn't be
able to do that.

Precisely.
She was faking her injury.

And she was very
generous with information

after I was very generous
with the ol...

Okay, I don't want to know.

Okay. Well, she said
that she needed money

and that Stryder refused
to lie on her behalf.

But then he said he was coming
into a windfall

and could help her out.

Apparently he and a partner
were planning on stealing

something very valuable
from set.

So maybe Stryder was
backing out of this heist

to have a shot at NASCAR.

Well, his partner
wouldn't take kindly

to being left high and dry, now,
would he?

No. He wouldn't.

So, does that mean
you're still in, Detective?

How do we figure out who Stryder
was working with on set?

Perhaps the murder weapon
will help narrow it down.

Come on.

Okay.

Ah! Ms. Lopez.

Any joy tracing the mark
on that murder weapon?

Sort of, yeah, but not really.

This idiot upgraded
this poor girl's engine.

Amateurs, am I right?

This is who you gave
the murder weapon to?

You brought someone

in here with you?

Without asking?

What did I tell you about...

Oh, my God.

It's you.

Bonnie Gennaro?
I mean,

I-I know you're not her her,
but-but you're her.

I had no idea you were a fan.

My God, are-are you kidding?

Ever since I saw her

shimmy that 1970
Oldsmobile 442's lock

and speed off in
The Weaponizer,

she has been my inspiration.

Wait, wait.

I inspired you
to steal cars?

Living fast and free,
just like Bonnie.

- Just like Bonnie.
- I mean, I was thinking

of taking a very different
career path,

but the way
you brought Bonnie to life,

it-it really spoke to me.

Thank you, but you do know
by the end of the movie,

Bonnie did join
the police force.

Huh, well, no, I never really
watched it to the end.

Tell me.

What did you find on the murder
weapon, or didn't find?

Well, I'm so glad you asked.

Follow me, please.

It did have something
filed off of the handle.

But as far as I can tell, it
doesn't really mean anything.

I mean, "Last Lappers"?

Not exactly

a smoking gun.

Wait, I've heard that
somewhere before.

Well, that's the
name of the racing team

in the seminal '80s movie
Razor's Edge.

Kip Strong's struggle
between the love

of a woman and love of a race.

Fantastic movie, with some ve...

Wait, more importantly,
our stunt coordinator,

Rogers, he always bragged
about working on that.

So if Stryder and Rogers were
stealing something together,

and Stryder backed out...

Maybe Rogers killed Stryder
to tie up loose ends.

- Let's go talk to him.
- Right.

I'll drive.

Thank you, Ms. Lopez.

So great meeting you!

- Sir. Excuse me.
- I can't stop.

Do you know where
we can find Ben Rogers?

Very helpful,
thank you.

Well, look, even if we find him,

how do you plan on
confronting him?

It's not like we have proof
of his theft.

Unless we wait
and catch him in the act.

Okay, so what are the most
valuable items on set?

Uh, well, camera equipment

is worth a ton, uh,

wardrobe has a huge
resale value.

What about
a six-million-dollar car?

What? That's specific.
What makes you say that?

Seeing it drive off.

- Right.
- I got this.

- What the hell are you doing?
- I'm trained for this.

What do you think
you're doing, Decker?

Confronting a murderer.

We know you killed Stryder, Ben.

And all because
he wouldn't

steal one little car.

I mean, it is lovely, but...

What? I'm not
stealing the car,

I'm getting it ready
for your stunt tomorrow, Decker.

You know, to keep you safe?

So you're welcome.

We found your prints
all over that murder weapon.

- You did?
- We did?

We didn't, but now I know

you killed him.

Ah.

Nice bit of improvisation
there, Ms. Decker.

I don't care what
the critics say.

You do have range.

Let's split up.
We can't let him get away.

There's nowhere to hide.

Oh, ho, ho.

Hello, murderer.

I didn't want this,
I didn't want any of this.

Well, then, perhaps,
you shouldn't have

killed an innocent man.

Stryder's the one
who backed out of the deal.

I begged him not to.

He forced my hand.

Just like you, right now.

Now, someone is buying me
a new shirt.

What the hell?

Now you're catching on.

Nice takedown, partner.

I heard gunshots, I was worried.

Lucky for you, Rogers
must've grabbed a prop gun.

Lucky for me.

Mm-hmm.

...never rendered
anyone unconscious before.

I mean, in real life.

Thank God
you're all right.

Dad.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Confronting a murderer?

What were you
thinking,

- being so...
- Foolish?

Rash? Reckless?

I've heard this tirade before.

Well, let me educate you, sir.

You underestimate your daughter.

She is...

Brave.

I was gonna say "brave."

Right.

I...

I know I've made
mistakes, Chlo.

Lots of them.

But honey, I've never

underestimated you.

Then how come any time

I've ever shown
any interest in your job,

you-you either change the
subject, or you push me away?

Because you're way
smarter than me,

you're more headstrong
than your mother

and it scared me.

I mean, what if you
wanted to become a cop?

What if I did?

Oh, Monkey.

I've been shot at, beat up,

chased by a naked guy
with a harpoon, once.

And...

none of those things
scare me as much

as thinking of you
in those situations.

It was never about whether
you could handle it.

It was whether I could.

And I'm sorry.

But a parent just wants
what's best for their child.

It's okay.

I love you so much.

I love you, too, Monkey.

So, I, uh, got a crime scene
to clean up now, thanks to you.

Perhaps our dads aren't
so similar after all.

Ah, well, my dad
surprised me.

Maybe yours will, too.

I'm not holding my breath.

Choice is a funny thing.

Give someone different options,
different circumstances,

will they themselves
end up different?

Sure, they might end up
with a different job,

find inspiration
from different people.

But will thez still be
the same person at their core?

Some might continue down
a darker path,

never knowing
there was a different way.

The potential buried deep down,
but still there.

Some make immoral choices
instead of moral ones.

But they'll still
have the same conscience.

The question is,

will they ever make the choice
to listen to it?

And sometimes, it isn't the
right moment in someone's life

to make a certain choice.

And no matter
how badly zou want

to nudge them
in the right direction...

...you know they need
to find it on their own.

And some people find love
in the strangest of situations,

and are, somehow,
happier for it.

Well, that was quite
fun, wasn't it?

Hmm?

Not bad for a half-in-the-bag
club owner and an actress.

Well, I...

I don't know if "fun"
is the word I would use.

No?

Yeah, but it certainly
was fulfilling.

You know, it makes me think

maybe I'm tired

of playing a cop
in the movies, you know?

Maybe...

Maybe I'd like
to play detective for real.

What?

Hang up the glitz
and the glamour for a badge

and a naked man
with a harpoon?

Yeah.

Oh.

Maybe I'll tag along.

It's never gonna happen.

Care to wager?

And some,
no matter how you shake things up,

end up making the same choices,
are drawn to the same people,

the same passions.

So all seems
to have ended well.

Does that mean
I never should've

manipulated things
to begin with?

I have a better question.

Wouldn't you do the same
in my shoes?

After all, a parent just wants
what's best for their child.