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Father.

You're here.

Well, you've got my attention.

Oh, Father. Thank you for coming.

You saw how they were attacking me.

And look what Lucifer did to my face.

Yes, of course.
Oh, this is all my fault.

Go on. Go ahead, Dad.
Blame it all on me, like always.

No, Father, this is all my fault.

I lost control and froze time.

And as the eldest brother,

I should have kept a better handle
on my siblings, I'm truly sorry.

I don't care who's at fault.

I just want my sons to get along.

Regardless of what's happened.

We're family.

Let's act like it.

Good point, Father.

Come on, bring it in.

- Uh...
- Come on.

You've got to be joking.

No. Hell, no.

Come now, Samael.

Michael impersonated me,
tried to ruin my life.

Kidnapped the woman that I...

He is behind every bad thing
that's ever happened to me.

Well, everything apart from you,

and for someone who's
supposed to be omniscient,

it's amazing that you never
actually see that.

And apparently never will.

Now?

Is that my grandson over there?

Hmm.

Well, now, this won't do at all.

What just happened?

And who are you?

Hey, oh, my God, are you okay?

It must have been
a crazy big earthquake.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, wait... Have you seen Lucifer?

Um, no. Sorry.

Where is he?

Yeah!

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah!

Whoo!

Mmm.

Hi.

Detective, where have you been?

Hey. Um, can I talk to you for a second?

Absolutely.

Talking is easy
Words tumbling out

Right when I need you
You're nowhere to be found

Hey, so, uh, what happened,
uh, back at the precinct?

When we were talking and, uh,

you were about to say...

Or at least I thought...

I knew what you're about to say,

and then I blinked
and, well, suddenly, no you.

Detective. I'm sorry.

I needed to get away.
I couldn't take it anymore.

Take it?

People telling me
what to do, especially...

Me?

No.

- No. Detective, I'm sorry.
- It's... It's okay.

I... I think I pushed you too far.

And it wasn't fair of me to do that,

and I get why you ran away.

- But that's not why I ran.
- No, I... I understand.

I really do. Um...

You know, I think, uh,
maybe I'll just give you some time,

and, um, when... when you're ready,

I'll be ready to listen.

Okay?

Yep.

You're really here.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I met Eve
and the goddess of all creation.

I even thought I met you once,
but still...

Yeah, I'm never gonna get used to this.

You can poke all you want,

because I'm eternally grateful to you

for this beautiful grandson.

- Yeah.
- Who's the cutest little baby?

Yes, it's you.

That's right.

My angel baby is technically
God's grandkid.

Do you need a drink?

Water, wine?

Is it all the same to you?

Yeah, I'm gonna get some options. Okay.

Father. I do have to tell you
that Lucifer was right.

Michael has made
quite a mess here on Earth.

And I'm afraid he's not done.
He's up to something.

Day to day isn't important, my son.

This is important.

- Family is important.
- Yes, I agree.

And that's, um...

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

About Charlie and, uh...

- Father, is he...
- Adorable?

Yes, he is, my son.

God's honest truth.

- Yes, but, Father...
- You know what,

being here gives me an idea.

Yeah?

I think I know just what
this family needs.

You know, Dan,
you really should stay home.

Just take some time off.

Learning the truth about Lucifer,

it's a lot, I've been there.

I'm guessing you handled it better.

Or did you shoot him too?

I didn't, but I did almost poison him
with the help of an evil priest.

I genuinely can't tell
if that's a joke or not.

Take some time, Dan.

Look, I just want to work.

You know. Hell, you're the one
who was kidnapped.

You should take some time off.

Touché.

How are you doing, by the way?

I noticed Lucifer's not here.

Well, we hit... we hit a snag,
and, uh, he's dealing with some things.

I may have rushed him a bit.

So, uh, I'm giving him space,

but we'll... He'll figure it out.

We're strong enough to get through this.

Well, at least Ella's
taking some time off.

Huh, yeah.

Oh, Hey, Ella.

Before you start, no.

I am not going home,
I need to focus on the case.

Okay.

Really?

I had, like,
five pretty solid arguments ready.

I mean, if you want to hear them,
I can...

- No. We're good. What do we have?
- We're good.

Vic was Chris Peterson.

COD seems to be
blunt force trauma to the head.

I think he hit his head on the cement,
but it's kind of hard to tell

thanks to his BBQ-ed bod.

Looks like someone was trying
to burn down the hole.

Maybe Chris stepped in,
tried to stop him?

Yeah, we found gasoline
all over this place.

Someone was trying to burn down
the entire Kingdom.

Lucky for the owners, the cement stopped
the fire from spreading, but...

Who was he? One of the workers?

No, this place is family owned.

So the dad and the kids
all work here and run this place,

and this was the youngest son.

Any witnesses?

No, but the three kids were here
working after hours.

But they say
they didn't see any struggle

or hear any arguments.

They just saw the fire, rushed out,

- only to find...
- The body of their burned brother.

All right, well,
let's go talk to 'em.

See if any of them wanted
their brother dead.

Oh, way ahead of you.

I know exactly how to find the killer.

- You do?
- Hell yeah.

See, all you have to do
is introduce me to all of the suspects.

And whichever one
I'm most attracted to...

Bam! That's your killer.

- Ella.
- Hey, I'm at peace with it.

If I've got a broken picker,

might as well use it
for the greater good, right?

What're you going to say to her?

Something romantic?

You have that look on your face.

Well, not anymore.

What do you care? Why even ask?

You're all-knowing,
don't you already know the answer?

Hmm.

Father's intuition.

Well, intuit yourself somewhere else.

Actually, no. Why are you still here?

Isn't the universe gonna collapse
with your you-like powers on Earth?

Hmm.

- It's fine.
- Is it?

Well, as always,
thanks for clearing that up.

Now, if you don't mind...

I've come to ask you something.

Well, go on, then.

I'd like you to join me...

for a family dinner.

Yeah?

No.

Pass. Hard pass.

Son.

I don't wanna leave Earth
until we've all talked.

Well, enjoy your eternity here, then,

because there is absolutely no way

I am sitting down for anything
as absurd or torturous

as a family dinner.

I've already done my time in Hell.

Remember?

Good morning.

Lucifer. I thought you needed space.

No, no space needed.
I'm right where I need to be.

So, where's the family?

Well, the siblings are over there.

But how did you know...

Well, one of them
is obviously the killer.

He doesn't even know what the crime is.

No, he's probably just...

projecting his latest issues.

He's projecting his latest issues.

What? And that's a good thing?

He thinks it's the family.

I thought he was
upset with me for rushing him,

but he's not, he...

He's mad at his own family.

Of course.

I should've stayed home.

The Kingdom was built
from the ground up by our father.

Everyone in the family has a role
in keeping the place running.

But, Chris...

He never settled into his role.

In... In fact, he... he left
a few years back...

to work for himself.

So, what you're saying is,

the wayward son rebelled against
the family, forged his own path,

and then you killed him.

What? We... we would never.

We were all still close,
even though Chris left.

And look, he died protecting it. He...

He died a hero.

Do any of you know anyone
who would want to burn the place down?

Yeah, Juan Perez.

- And who's Juan?
- He is the owner of Hole In Juan.

I see what he did there.

Sorry, you were saying.

It's another mini-golf course
a couple blocks away.

We've had a rivalry for years, but...

lately it's gotten pretty intense.

We always pranked each other.

He stole our balls.

We rearrange his putt-putt statues
in suggestive positions.

Ah. Well, if you appreciate that,

you'll love what I did with
your squires on the second hole,

and their second holes.

Yes, but a prank war
isn't motive for murder.

Things escalated lately.
Last week, Juan spray-painted this

on the side of our castle.

"I will destroy you."

Yes, but are you sure it was him?

He signed it.

Okay, well, I say we start there.

I'd give you everything
If you would give it all back to me

Well, I mean... You know, I'm actually
happy you think it's the family.

It's... it's comforting.

And listen,
if you ever want to talk about

what's going on with your own family,

I'm here for you,
but no pressure at all.

Juan Perez.

- Yeah?
- LAPD.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Feeling guilty about something, Juan?

We want to talk to you about
the murder of Chris Peterson.

Chris is dead?

Clearly, you don't think that...

Okay, clearly you do.

- Look, I would never...
- You ran from the cops.

I thought you were arresting me
for the ZX3.

- It's an illegal, uh...
- Chemical used in street racing.

Surprisingly useful in other ways.
We're familiar.

So you were juicing your carts with ZX3?

Yeah. Fastest in the whole state.

Yeah, the kids can't get
enough of them, so...

But if things are going well for you,

why would you threaten
to destroy the Kingdom?

'Cause they think
they're better than us,

looking down from their
fancy castle, whatever.

Look, with my super-fast carts,
my brand new arcade...

And, hey, guys, you have to play
in the family war zone.

Do I?

Uh, we're good. Do you have an alibi
for last night around 10:00 p.m.?

Yeah. I was getting lit up by a bunch
of tweens in my new laser tag arena.

Which I totally forgot to mention.

See? Rivalry over.

That's what I told Chris
when he came here looking for a job.

Chris came to you for a job here?

Yeah, but I would never employ
a Peterson.

I figured Chris had to be a spy.

Thank you, Juan.

It's weird that the family
would never mention that.

I don't think it's weird at all
because they killed him.

Yes, but if he left the family business,
then why would he want a job here?

Mini-golf was all Chris knew.

Job after job, real estate,
chiropractor school.

My boyfriend, he just...

He couldn't shake the love of the game.

We are still talking
about mini-golf, right?

I know it sounds silly.

I never understood it either, but...

try as he might,
he couldn't get away from it.

Well, if Chris wanted to work
in mini-golf so badly,

why wouldn't he just
go back to the Kingdom?

Because his family was a dysfunctional

heap of garbage who made
his life a living hell?

- I'm sorry for my partner...
- No.

He's right. They're awful.

Um, sorry, the family said
that they got along great with Chris.

They're the reason
he left in the first place.

Chris couldn't stand
being around any of them.

I see.

Uh, did you know that Chris had applied
for a job at Hole in Juan?

No, I didn't, but it makes sense.

He'd never go back to the Kingdom.

- He'd rather...
- Burn it down?

That's what I tried to do
with the Silver City.

Not that I'm comparing the two.

Fewer windmills up there.

Right. Excuse us.

Lucifer, you might be right.

It might be someone in the family,
after all.

Of course it is.

Hello, Mazikeen.

I've been waiting for you.

I made your favorite drink.

That isn't my favorite drink.

We'll see.

- Mmm.
- Hmm.

It's... okay.

Hmm.

Where is everybody?

Well, I sent Michael to Florence
to get truffles.

Linda's taken Charlie for a walk,

and Amenadiel is off
on a personal errand.

So, it's just you and me.

You can ask what you've come to ask.

I want you to give me a soul.

Please.

Why do you want one?

Because everyone has one except me.

It's why I can't... connect.

Why I'm so alone.

Mazikeen.

You're perfect just the way you are.

What the hell does that mean?

- It means I can't help you.
- Can't?

Or won't?

Still think I'm perfect now?

You... are you.

And I'd never change that.

You know what I think, hmm?

I think you messed up
when you made demons.

When you made me.

I think you made a mistake.

And you don't wanna admit it.

Go down

Go deep

Oh. Nope.

Nobody had mercy on me

What are you doing here, brother?

Solving a very important case.

Mini-golf, murder, high stakes stuff.

Father is here, Luci.

- On Earth.
- You heard me say mini-golf, right?

What...

He wants to see us.

Talk to us. I mean, we can finally
get some answers.

Well,

based on my conversations
with him so far,

not bloody likely.

You know, he's hardly said
a word to us our entire lives, brother.

And now he suddenly wants to catch up.

What next?

Game of rounders in the park?
Little push on the swings?

Would you stop playing silly buggers?

I'd like to see it as a gesture, Luci,

and one that I think that
we should seriously consider.

Brother,

you've done so well,

getting out from under
dear old Dad's thumb,

becoming your own man.

But one fatherly slap on the back

and you're back to being
his dutiful lackey, aren't you?

- Lackey?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, look who's talking.
Father shows up for one minute, Luci,

one minute, and you go right back
to being a spoiled child.

Stomping off to pout.

I wasn't pouting!
Now, look what you did.

Listen, Luci, I...

I know that Dad has been a bit careless
in the past.

Distant.

- All right, he's been a real ass.
- Hmm.

But he's our father, Luci.

Yes, our almighty, all-powerful dad

who will never admit to being
anything other than perfect.

Well, guess what, brother?

He can kiss my
imperfect banished backside.

- Luci...
- Ah!

Right...

Wow.

Things are looking really clean in here.

Uh...

Yeah, well, I'm waiting on lab results,

so I thought I'd catch up
on some maintenance.

Beakers are clean,
so you know what that means.

What's that?

Pipette time.

Yeah, I throw myself into work
when I'm dealing with something too.

Oh, I'm fine.

Ella, none of us saw this coming.

Pete had all of us fooled.

He had me fooled.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I mean, after all,
you had sex with him too.

So, it's a little different, right?

Right.

Listen, I can't pretend to understand
how you're feeling,

but I did just go through an experience
where someone I thought I knew wasn't...

who I thought he was.

Hard to beat a secret serial killer.

You'd think.

Listen, the point is...

so many people wear masks, Ella.

They... they hide who they really are,
but not you.

You put yourself out there, heart first.

The downside is
you get hurt more easily.

Ain't that the truth?

But the upside is you put so much
love into the world, Ella.

Please, don't let this change that.

Change you.

We need more people like you
out there, Ella.

Not less.

Lucifer.

- Okay, so new theory...
- Uh-uh.

Just hold that thought.

Here. It's slightly a right edge.

Go on, you were saying?

- Right. So wayward son Chris...
- Mmm.

...attempted to burn down the Kingdom.

One of the siblings, at least,
found him mid arson.

They must have got into a fight
about it,

and Chris ended up dead.

Oh, the poor lad
just wanted a fresh start,

and now he finds himself
cast down into hell.

Um... I'm assuming

anyone that fixated on mini-golf
must have issues.

Right. So, say Chris was you.

Hmm.

Then the killer would be who? Michael?

Detective, why are you bringing
my brother into this?

Well, because you're
having family issues,

and rather than fight that I thought
I would use that to help you,

you know,
to help us to solve the case.

Very well. If you insist.

Great. Let's go find our Michael.

Okay.

Uh, did you have any grievances
with Chris?

No, of course not. We all loved him.

- We were one big, happy...
- ...family.

No such thing.

We should arrest him for that lie alone.

Uh, we heard otherwise.

You have?

- From who?
- Hmm.

Was it Larry? Of course it was.

Did Ted tell you that
I have a problem with April?

Huh? Wait, no,

they're both liars.

It wasn't enough for you to manipulate
your poor, misunderstood brother.

You had to ruin his life as well?

- Ruin his life?
- Uh, kill.

He means kill. His life.

Well, I had nothing to do with it.

No.

I swear.

So, all three of you claimed
to have been working

the night of the murder.

So what were you doing?

Maintenance on the arcade games.

Updating the books.

Cleaning the toilets.

And can your siblings corroborate that?

Sure.

I mean, I don't know if Ted will.

He was gone a while.

I wasn't there the entire night.

I went out to the parking lot

to make out with my new girlfriend.

Ugh. Have you seen Ted?
No one wants to smash that.

I mean,
unless he's paying her.

I wasn't paying.

You should talk to April.
She disappeared for a while.

She was in the bathroom.

I was smoking pot, okay?

It's the only way
I can deal with my brothers.

Understandable.

What did April do?
Come in here and whine?

You know,
Larry was always jealous of Chris.

If either of those idiots did it,
it was him.

Jealous.

Looks like we found our Michael.

Hmm. He seems more
like an Amenadiel to me.

Hmm.

Unless he's a Michael
pretending to be an Amenadiel.

But Michael never pretends
to be Amenadiel,

they look nothing alike.

No, I mean...

Yeah, just... Never mind.

I'm sorry, Detective.
I think I need a moment.

Excuse us. Uh, Lucifer...

Listen, what if they're all Michaels?

Look how quickly
they turned on each other.

Perhaps.

What if they apologize to you?

To me?

I mean, to Chris.

I don't understand what good
is apologizing to a dead body?

- Detective?
- Yes.

I'm Peter Peterson, and I, um...

Have the greatest name ever.

I'm the father of...

Chris Peterson. Yes.

- So sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

But I'm afraid you're after
the wrong suspects.

Right. Well, with all due respect...

I killed my son.

And I can't let another one
of my children

suffer because of my mistakes.

I dropped by
the, uh, Kingdom last night.

I saw Chris take a gas can
from the shed.

I tried to stop him, of course.

But we fought, and, I mean,
it was an accident, but...

I killed my own son.

I see. Well, thank you for that.

Um, would you please take
his full statement?

- What...
- I'll be with you in a minute.

All right, I...

Lucifer, are you okay?

I am, Detective.

You know, hearing that confession
felt great, actually.

Like exactly
what I've been searching for.

I think I now know
exactly what I need to do.

I got a fever

Running like a hundred degrees

I am a real thing

Gather round and follow my lead

I'm like a storm,
Going down in history

I'm sorry, Father.

But we shouldn't be surprised.

I mean, Lucifer isn't mature enough to...

Sorry, I'm late.

I brought souffle.

Risen perfectly, just as you like them.

I'm glad you came, son.

Me, too.

I find that
at family events

a couple of bottles help...

...to start.

- Okay. I'm off.
- You're not joining us, Linda?

Well, this is a family dinner.

And, well, I'm... not.

You're the mother of my grandchild.

Of course, you're family.

- You were so close.
- I know.

Well, smells delicious, Father.

You've outdone your always divine touch.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Well, shouldn't we say grace?

I'll say it.

Okay...

I'd like to thank God for...

I'm used to you being up there.

Thank you, God, for...

this food and the company,

and...

oceans...

and... napkins,

and shoes,

and life...

Yeah,
that about covers it, Doctor.

Thank you. Amen.

That was beautiful, Linda.

Thank you.

I just thanked God for napkins.

That was so much better
than I would've done.

- Okay.
- Well...

Let's dig in.

Well, isn't this great?

Wonderful meal with family.

Oh, my God!

I mean, you... I mean...

This is... this is delicious!

- Almost...
- Heavenly?

All it takes is just the right amount
of rosemary.

You know, I have to
compliment you, Michael.

At first, I thought you exploiting

poor Amenadiel's fears
about Charlie's mortality

was just a real shit move.

And impersonating me, ravaging my life,

convincing a friend to shoot me

and kidnapping my girlfriend?
Downright villainous.

None of these sound like compliments.

I started to wonder,
maybe there was an endgame.

You create a mess big enough
to bring God himself down,

we all regress in Dad's presence.

Noble Amenadiel takes the blame,
rebellious Lucifer runs off in a huff,

leaving you...

looking like the perfect son.

But now, I've realized, it was just
to bring the family together for dinner.

Oh... Pass the chicken.

I know what you're trying to do.

But I'm not going
to let you ruin this, Samael.

- Very well, Mich-ael.
- It's Michael!

Is it?

I mean, we're twins, after all.

Fairly certain Dad wanted them to rhyme.
Dad?

I did like the sound of that.

Samael, Mich-ael...

But you boys had other ideas.

You know, I'm glad you persuaded
me to come, brother.

Like you said, it's worth it
even if Dad has been a real ass.

That's, um...

That's actually not what I said.

I was sympathizing
with my little brother, Dad,

trying to, uh, get him
to come to dinner.

It's okay, son.

Is it? And was he?

And think of what Amenadiel
went through the past couple of years.

All that anguish thinking he'd fallen
from your favor.

He'd lost his wings,
his very sense of self.

Yeah, that's a bit dramatic.

...only to discover that
he was doing it all to himself.

Couldn't you have just told us
that's how we all work

instead of letting your favorite son
think he was being brutally punished?

That he was a failure?

- Luci, come on.
- No, don't worry, brother.

We're all being tortured.

All in the name of our
father's mysterious ways.

Ooh! For example, Dad,

are you ever going to tell us why Hell
suddenly doesn't need a warden anymore?

- I have a good reason.
- Oh?

It's a good reason!
Well, that explains it.

As always, super clear. Thanks, Pops.

What are you
even complaining about, Lucifer?

You got your own kingdom
as a reward for bad behavior.

Is that how you see it?

Being forced to torture souls

for hundreds of thousands of years
was an attaboy?

So, I was King of Hell,
but I was still in Hell!

If that's not a poisoned chalice,
I don't know what is.

You have no idea what that was like.
How easy you had it.

Easy?

I've spent my entire life
in the worst kind of Hell there is.

Luci, Michael, come on.

What could possibly be worse?

Sharing a face with you!

Guess what?
When your twin is the "Lightbringer",

turns out you have no choice
but to live in the shadows.

We were dealt the same hand,

the same face,
the same bloody shoulders!

Except you had a chip on yours
so big you managed to self-actualize it!

Oh, no, no, no. There's nothing wrong
with him. Don't be fooled.

You have no one to blame but yourself
for who you are!

- Luci!
- Oh, I blame you plenty!

- Michael!
- Of course you do, you petty little...

Children!

And there it is.

The Old Testament wrath.

Wasn't sure you still had it in you.

All I wanted was a nice family dinner.

But apparently that's too much to ask.

Chicken!

I get it.

I get it. It's your favorite.

That's... that's why everything
tastes like chicken.

I'm sorry,
I'm just really uncomfortable.

No, Linda. We're sorry...

that you had to witness
something like this,

the most dysfunctional family ever.

No.

Actually, it's...

It's wonderfully normal.

Well, I mean, except for the...
except for the rain.

No. It's just... three sons
who want their father's love,

and who don't feel
like they're getting it.

I don't want Dad's love.

I just want him to admit to the fact
that he's a bad father.

Although...

maybe that's part of the reason
he is a bad father.

Well done, Doctor.
You're as insightful as ever!

No, that wasn't exactly
what I was saying, as usual...

You're really being unfair.

Oh, come on, brother!

Would you treat Charlie the same way
Dad's treated us?

- Well, I...
- Be honest!

Please.

I'm sorry, Dad, but I hope not.

And you'd do anything for your son,
wouldn't you?

I would.

Michael and I don't agree
on much,

but the one thing that we all have
in common is you, Dad.

And how much you've screwed us up.

I mean, if all the apples are bad...

maybe it's the tree that's the problem.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

All I ever wanted was to empower you,

all my children,
to make your own choices.

Is that why
you've always been so cryptic?

Oh. Before you answer that cryptically,

I would like to instead
ask you one simple question

and get one simple answer.

A confession, if you will.

Dad, you don't have to do this.

What's your question, Samael?

Dad, do you love us?

If I have to tell you...

then I really have failed.

A no, then.

- That's not what he said.
- He didn't say yes, did he?

You know what do
when I don't want to lie?

I don't answer the question.
Picked that up from you, Dad.

You know, it's, uh... it's funny.

I thought this moment would give me
some catharsis.

But instead, it's just made me
realize one simple truth.

That you'll never love us.

Because you're incapable of love.

And that's just sad... for all of us.

More wine?

Hello, ladies.

What exciting new case
are we investigating today?

Hole in Juan?

I don't understand. Peterson confessed.

Yeah... His confession doesn't add up.

Yeah, we found traces of ZX3 in the fuel
that burned the Kingdom.

Oh, so whoever burned down the Kingdom
used gas from Hole in Juan?

Yeah, but Peterson told us
he saw his son get gas from the shed.

So he lied. Fathers do that.

We pulled surveillance footage
from the day before Chris died.

There's Chris.

I mean, he does look
like he's applying for a job.

Tracks with what we know.

Yeah, but something doesn't track,
that looks like his girlfriend Betty,

and she told us she didn't know
anything about it.

Yeah, looks like Peterson
wasn't the only one lying.

Right. We need to bring Betty in,
see what she's hiding.

- We have to get Peterson back...
- Hey, guys.

- Yeah?
- Peterson's running.

- What?
- He bailed on house arrest.

His ankle bracelet pinged
in downtown traffic,

looks like he's headed to Union Station.

If he's innocent, why is he running?

Well, let's go and find out, shall we?

So...

- Charlie...
- Mmm.

He's, um...

He's mortal, isn't he?

It appears so.

So he'll suffer like all humans, Dad.

Get sick.

Grow old.

Die.

That would follow from the fact
that he's mortal.

Take me instead.

- Excuse me?
- I said...

take me instead.

Make Charlie an angel.
I'll become human.

Please, Father.

Let me switch places with my son.

You'd do anything for your son.

Yes, anything.

If only fatherhood was ever
that easy.

Good morning, brother.
Good morning, Father.

Are you ready to go home?

Are you ready?

Well, I mean,
I think it's time.

Good. Then, you should go.

I've decided to stay here
a little bit longer.

- You have?
- Then, I will stay with you.

I don't think that would be a good idea.

What? What're you saying, Father?

Michael, you're no longer
welcome on Earth.

You're banishing him?

If you insist on putting it that way.

I don't understand.

Why am I the one being punished?

You're not.

You see? Never easy.

You have a futon, right?

There he is.

There he is. There. There.

- Excuse me
- Excuse us.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.

He must have seen us.

LAPD! Put down the gun!

You weren't running from us.
You were chasing her. Why?

- She killed my son.
- But you said you killed your son.

- Make your mind up.
- I would never.

I confessed because I thought
one of my children had done it.

I'd already lost one.
I... couldn't bear to lose another.

You were willing
to sacrifice yourself

for your own children?

Of course. That's what fatherhood is.

You see, when I... when I made bail,

I talked to all my kids,

and I realized
that none of them had done it.

So, then when I went to Betty
to talk to her to see how she was doing

and found she was skipping town,

then suddenly it all came into place.

All I wanted to do
was burn that toxic place down!

Everything that was broken in him
was because of it! Because of you!

He needed to get away!

So you stole gas from Hole in Juan,
and you tried to burn the place down.

But Chris caught you, didn't he?

We... we struggled.

He hit his head on the concrete...

and before I could do anything...

the fire was everywhere.

It burned so fast.

My poor Chris.

I swear, I didn't mean
for any of this to happen... I...

Sorry.

So, my son died protecting the Kingdom?

Protecting us?

Looks like self-sacrifice
runs in the family, eh?

Apple, tree...

- Lucifer, get the gun.
- Right.

Right...

What?

"What?"

I was fully prepared to hunt you down
and kick your ass is what.

In fact, I was looking forward to it.
But you're just here.

Why aren't you hiding?

Want a drink?

No!

What I want is a soul.

You promised me one,
and I didn't get it.

No. I promised you an audience
with my father,

the one being who could give you a soul.

That's all.

Frustrating, isn't he?

What annoyingly arbitrary and
inscrutable answer did he give you?

That I'm perfect... just the way I am.

Ugh.

You wanted me to find you. Why?

Because I'm leaving town.

And... you wanted to say goodbye?

I guess, out of all the wretched beings
I've met, I don't entirely hate you.

And for what it's worth, Mazikeen,

I'm sorry
you didn't get what you wanted.

I'm sorry you didn't either.

Doesn't mean I won't.

What does that mean?

That it ain't over till it's over.

For either of us.

Hey.

Hello.

Do you remember when I said

that it might be useful
to draw a parallel

between your emotions and the case?

Yes?

So, turns out our killer
was an overbearing girlfriend

trying to change her boyfriend

because he couldn't deal
with his family issues.

So, you know, no parallel...

...whatsoever.

I think I was wrong.

Uh, apparently so.

Lucifer, I'm so sorry.

You know, I was supposed
to give you space

so that you could deal
with your issues and...

Well, I didn't really help there, did I?

No, no, no. But then, I... I ended up
using the case to... rush you, anyhow.

Detective, you've been nothing
but wonderful.

And you...

you deserve to hear
those three words back.

But...

the truth is...

I'll never be able to say them to you.

I've realized that...

I am my father's son.

And as depressing as that is,
it explains... so much.

But it also means... like him, I...

I'm incapable of love.

- Lucifer, I know you.
- You do.

You know I always tell the truth.

Chloe, I'm so sorry.

But if I ever said those three words
to you...

it would be a lie.