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00:43:58
Tom Ellis, Lauren Germa, Kevin Alejandro
153
Impressive grift you've got going.
A little Spackle and you're good to go.
ELLA: The trajectory of the blood spatter
last time I went on a Vegas jaunt,
Well, forgive my tardiness,
Well, screamer, actually.
CHLOE: He didn't say "radish."
Whoops. CHLOE: Whoops?
What, the weepy waterworks? Not a chance.
ELLA: Blue tracksuit, big guy, big guy.
and a ditzy bimbo on his arm.
Lucifer, who is this?
♫ I'm the fella you came in with ♫
and vomit, my friend. (chuckles)
Psychic bartender. My favorite.
So, I guess the disguise didn't do it for you.
I want the pro golfer on table four.
Ms. Lopez, you are an enigma, wrapped in a hoodie
Ah! You are a good liar, aren't you?
And-and I thought I'd go up to the penthouse to check,
No, that's selective omission. Get it straight, Lopez.
Teamwork is dream work. (sighs)
that means no motive. Or opportunity.
she's been decease for, oh, I'd say
Until you and your sidekick derail things.
Perhaps if you repent your sins,
and I believe that you're being haunt.
I was gambling again. I was drown in debt.
I hate to think I haven't fulfil my end of the bargain.
Officially, officially creep out!
which is why you haul my ass out here.
But he owe this ginormous amount of cash
like yourself peg as a fan of Sin City.
before you so rudely interrupt me
when my dad borrow money from Louie.
Whoever possess the deed owns the club.
Mmm, you smell that?
It spell "boob."
Do you know, actually, I fancy a drink, actu...
And he celebrate
and then fake her own death to disappear?
Arrived at 1300 hours
No, poker involve bluffing,
I suppose she's the missus. Just block the caller I.D.
shot her, and then framed/finished off Louie.
before he or she realize their mistake.
Pit bosses are notoriously hard to flush out.
but it seems like you genuinely care about her.
LUCIFER: Sadly, no.
Oh, nowhere special, it's just Vegas.
if we can drop it wherever you are right now.
Candy's still my wife. Legally, anyway.
Seems Candy dodged a bullet, quite literally.
Oh, definitely.
You know, normally, I wouldn't be so concerned
it's absolutely awful.
Well done, indeed.
But I certainly didn't kill him or anyone else.
Previously on Lucifer... DAN: Still no sign of Lucifer?
Mm, not a fan, exactly.
this decor alone is enough for immediate execution.
Perhaps he wanted more.
a little less threatening sometimes,
Finally, an X-rated office party.
Otherwise, I would totally, totally offer to go with you.
Seems Candy dodged a bullet, quite literally.
Especially to you.
my dad died recently and...
I almost didn't recognize you, no offense.
No, just a thieving con woman.
He said "ravishing," didn't he?
Yeah, but supe fun.
Oh, unrequited love.
It's perplexing, isn't it, Juddy?
You know, Lucifer is a nontraditional guy.
Um, debatable, but that's not what I was talking about.
But your story seems legit, though.
Then we need to find this murderous ginger
I mean, where's the dangling lightbulb
Sentimental value.
It would be irresponsible for us not to open this thing.
"Sensational Statues"?
Drastic measures for the things we care about.
More like a tiny, helpless space capsule
there were some very unpleasant feelings involved
but I thought it prudent to deliver your gift in private.
I saw that you were going with an ultraviolet light
ROXIE: So am I. Your technique's so infamous,
or her husband in a jealous fit of rage.
Any weird or suspicious activity?
Not a fan of the deceased, I'm afraid.
How rude of me.