All language subtitles for Lucifer.S05E10.BDRip.x264

The world was on fire
and no one could save me but you

it's strange what desires
can make foolish people do

and I'd never dreamed that I'd

meet somebody like you

and I'd never dreamed that I'd

lose somebody like you

what a wicked game to play

to make me feel this way

what a wicked thing to do

to make me dream of you

what a wicked thing to say

you never felt this way

what a wicked thing to do

to make me dream of you

no, I don't wanna fall

in love

no, I don't wanna fall in love

no, I...

Wanna fall in love

with you

I forgot

what a wonderful voice
you were blessed with.

Thanks to you, right?

Well, it's only second
to my relentless honesty.

Can't say it's good to see you, dad.

What are you still doing
slumming it down here anyway?

Didn't amenadiel tell you?
I've decided to stay awhile.

Why? So, you and Michael can
wreak more havoc?

Actually, Michael went home.

Mmm? Sent him to his room, did you?

Wish I'd been there.
Back to my original question,

what are you still doing here?

Do I need a reason to visit my sons?

Oh, the old
answering a question with a question.

One of my favorites.
Here, let me have a go.

Um, as for father-son hang time,

how about when he” freezes over?
That do for you?

Samael...

No.no.no!

In the short time you've been here,

you've managed to screw up my
one chance of happiness.

So, please, just stay away from me!

I didn't see anything.
It's hard to in this thing.

Do you wanna try it on?

It's a little smelly,
but you'll see what I mean.

No. I'm good. Hi.

Detective, I was surprised
to get your text.

I'm actually surprised as well
to see you here.

I sent that text four hours ago.

I didn't think you were coming,
but I'm glad you did.

Well, I just assumed that you were...
That we were...

Uh, having a disagreement?

Sure. Yeah, I mean,
all couples have problems,

but we'll work through it.
It's completely normal.

Detective, you said it yourself,

I'm not sure
that we are a normal couple.

Or that this is an ordinary problem.

- As much as it...
- No.

- No, what?
- I thought about

what you were saying, and, no.
I don't believe you. Th...

There's no way you're incapable of love.

No one is incapable of love. No one.

But, at the very least,

we're still partners, right?

We, we can still work together for now?

Yes. Of course.

Okay.

Good.

Shall we?

Yeah.

- Hey, Ella.
- Hey.

You wanna catch Lucifer up?

Oh. Sure.

So, it was the fourth quarter.

It had just hit the two-minute warning.

Cathedral high's down by three,
but they've got possession.

- Cheerleaders...
- Do you wanna...

- Just skip to the...
- Flag on the play.

- Right.
- Well...

Well, poor Steve Rockwell here
dropped dead at the 50-yard line.

Everyone thought he
died of a heart attack,

but Ella figured out he was murdered.

Yeah. Someone wet his whistle
with poison.

That blows.

Nice.

What are you gonna do though, right?
Another one bites the dust.

Ms. Lopez, you all right?

Set, hut!

Uh, is this happening?

Ooh let's go

Steve walks warily down the street

with the brim pulled way down low

ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
machine guns ready to go

are you ready?
Hey, are you ready for this?

Are you hanging on
the edge of your seat?

Out of the doon/vay the bullets rip

to the sound of the beat

yeah

another one bites the dust

Defense!

Another one bites the dust

and another one gone
and another one gone

another one bites the dust

hey, I'm gonna get you, too

another one bites the dust

One, two, three, four, let's go!

Bite the dust

kinda dusty

kind of dusty

another one bites the dust

another one bites the dust

another one bites the dust! Hey, hey!

Another one bites the dust

Hey

ooh, shout

there are plenty of ways
that you can hurt a man

and bring him to the ground

you can beat him, you can cheat him

you can treat him bad
and leave him when he's down, yeah

but I'm ready, yes, I'm ready for you

I'm standing on my own two feet

out of the doon/vay the bullets rip

repeating to the sound of the beat
oh yeah

another one bites the dust

another one bites the dust

and another one gone
and another one gone

another one bites the dust

hey, I'm gonna get you, too

another one bites the dust

what?

What just happened?

Hmm? I already told you.

Poisoned whistle.

What part of, "stay away from me,"
do you not understand?

Just wanted to see exactly what it is
you do for work.

You're some kind of police assistant,
is that right?

Consultant! Whatever.

Just go away, dad.

How'd you even know I was here, anyway?

Well, the singing and dancing
was a bit of a giveaway.

Ah. But fun, right?

- Well, I mean, yes. I...
- Yes, huh?

That's beside the point.

It is not what people do
at a crime scene.

Understood.

From now on,
you won't even know I'm here.

Oh, god.

Truly have no idea
who could've done this.

Is that because, uh, he had no enemies
that you know of?

No. Because he had so many.

Being a ref can be
pretty polarizing.

He had to make tough calls.

A lot of people
on the losing end of them

would blame Steve.

- I'm a teacher myself.
- Mm-hmm.

The kids, the parents, they,

they take these things very seriously.

Did he have to make, uh,

any of these tough calls recently?

Actually, yes, just last week.

With the Mulholland high saints
and the Benedict canyon wildcats.

It cost the saints
the district championship.

People freaked out. Our house was egged.

And we got threatening emails.
It was bad.

Could I take a look at those emails?

Of course. Anything.

Thank you.

So, officer Denny here will take
the rest of your statement, all right?

It is not what people do
at a crime scene.

Thank you.

I do not wanna see you again.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey. Who're you talking to?

Oh. Just, uh, someone in dire need
of wardrobe advice.

I mean, socks with sandals.
Need I say more?

Lucifer, who is that?

It's, um...

It's my dad.

Your dad? As in god?

Yes. Yes.

And I know it's probably
very oven/vhelming, but please,

do not inflate his ego, detective.

It's big enough as it is.
Here we go again.

Hi. Hi.

God. I... well... I'm Chloe.

I'm guessing you already know that,

but here's something that
maybe you don't know.

And respectively, sir,

you are a terrible father.

I am sure you had your hands full

with creating the earth,
you know, the sun,

the universe, whatever,

but I know what it's like
to be a working parent and my two cents?

Again, respectfully,
when it comes to Lucifer,

you screwed up. Big time.

You know, your, your kid acts up
and you kick them out of the house

and go radio silent
for thousands of years?

Okay, that's just mean.

Respectfully.

It's nice to finally meet you,
Chloe Decker.

I can certainly see
how much you care for my son.

He's lucky to have you.

Right. 'Cause I'm a gift?

And speaking of, you know,

- I would like to talk...
- I think that's probably enough

for our first meet-and-greet.

We don't want anyone to get smited.

Yes. Uh, plus, we have
a murder to solve.

So, off you pop, dad. Come on.

Now you see
what I've been dealing with?

Yeah.

What're you doing?

Oh, I, um,

I spoke to my father.

Turns out,
we won't be needing this after all.

Well, do wings come in later?
Or is it, like, a puberty thing?

Am I gonna find feathers
next to crusty socks under his bed?

Charlie won't be getting wings,
Linda. Ever.

I'm sorry to say that our son
is just a...

Just a normal human baby.

Well, that's a relief.

Why do you look so sad?

Do you not realize
that this is good news?

No more ugly-ass bubble wrap,

no more worrying about a head-on
with a 737.

I mean, this, this,

this is fantastic.

Because he can't fly.

Yay.

Okay, wait.

You're disappointed because you think
angels are better than humans,

don't you?

Well, yes, Linda, we are better.

We can fly, we live forever,
there's our superhuman strength...

I probably shouldn't have done that.

I'll have maze take a look at that.

Did I mention that we can fly?

I mean, no offense,
Linda, but we are better.

Okay. Um, offense taken, amenadiel.

You know what?

Why don't you fly this bag of shit
to the trash,

while Charlie and I
go on a lame human walk.

"You ruined my life, and I'm gonna

make sure you never ref
another game again.

The world would be a better place
if you would just drop dead."

Subfle.

This email came from your account, jj.

- So?
- So, it sounds like

your son threatened to kill the referee,
who is now dead.

Surely you see where we're
going with this.

So, you're a linebacker
for the Mulholland high saints?

And until last week's playoff loss
to the wildcats,

you had a full scholarship
to smu on the table?

You mean, until the ref made

the most asinine call in the history
of high school football? Yes.

So, you blame Steve Rockwell
for the loss of your scholarship?

_n0__
-of course it's Rockwell's fault.

He's a stupid ref
who made a stupid call.

He ruined everything for us.

Don't you mean,
"ruined everything for him?"

Jj, do you even want
to be an lb at smu?

I mean, it's a lot of acronyms
to keep track of, for starters.

He doesn't know what he wants.

He's 17.

That's why I'm here.
Helping him. Guiding him.

Watching him.

Every breath you take

and every move you make

every bond you break

every step you take

I'll be watching you

every single day

and every word I say

every game I play

every night I stay

he'll be watching me

oh, can't you see

you belong to me

how my poor heart aches

with every step you take

every move you make

every move I make

every vow you break

and every vow I break

every smile I fake

every claim I stake

-he'll be watching me
-I'll be watching you

since you've gone
I've been lost without a trace

I dream at night
I can only see your face

I look around
but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold
and I long for your embrace

lkeep crying, "baby, baby, please"

I'll be watching you

every breath I take

every move I make

every bond 1 break

-every step I take
-I'll be watching you

every single day -

Every word I say

every game I play

-every night I stay
-I'll be watching you

every single day

every word I say

every game I play

he 'ii be watching me

bastard.

Forget what she wants.

Speak for yourself, young man. Tell me.

What is it you truly desire?

Iwanna be in the CIA.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

- Did not see that coming.
- Mmm.

The culinary institute ofamerica.

I wanna be a pastry chef.

The ci, what now?

Madame, please! Ground your helicopter!

It's time you let this poor boy
make his own decisions. And...

I, I need a word with my father.

Okay, if you must know,
I sent that email.

- Hmm.
- But you can't hold me.

You don't have any evidence
that I killed anyone.

You wanna know why?

Because I didn't. Jj, let's go.

Um, I'd like to say something.

- Just...
- Excuse me.

Go ahead.

I saw Mr. Rockwell arguing
with some dude

in the school parking lot
a couple of days ago.

- Mm-hmm.
- I didn't recognize the guy,

but it looked intense.

Can you describe him?

Not really. Uh, tall.
He was wearing, like, a ball cap.

No, but he got into, like,
this really old-school yellow truck.

Does that help?

Yes. Yes, it does. Thank you, jj.

Maybe you should join the CIA.
You're a really good spy.

You really should start listening
to him.

What now?

Are you okay?

You thought your dad was here?

He was, but he seems to have vanished.

Well, at least jj's mum is clearly
guilty as sin.

What...
Not exactly. No confession.

No hard evidence. We can't hold her.

But my gut says that
she's innocent anyhow. So...

Even if she didn't kill the ref,
that woman is far from innocent.

Poor jj is permanently screwed.

Destined to be a broken man.

Because of his overbearing,
judgmental mother,

he will never be able to live
like a normal person.

Love like a normal person.

Yeah.

I feel for him.

The best thing for jj is to
sever all ties with the tyrant.

Get as far away from her as possible.

Or, maybe he could

keep his parent close,

so that they could
work through their issues.

Rebuild their broken relationship

so that he might let go of his anger
and resentment...

And live a normal life?

And have normal,
loving relationships. Yeah.

So, I'd give you the tour,
but I know you've been spying...

Uh, I mean, kindly watching over me
for millennia.

Uh, the bed's yours, I'll take the sofa.

Clean towels in the bathroom,

but for yous sake, don't use my loofa.

That's gross. I got you your own.

What exactly is this about, son?

Well, remember that thing that I said
about staying away from me

- for all eternity?
- Mm-hmm.

I take it back.

I think it's time that you and I
worked on our relationship

so that I may have a relationship.

Ergo,

mi casa es su casa, dad.

Fun.

Yeah.

Interrogation's through those doors.

Lots ofjudging goes on in there,
you'd like that.

Uh, doughnuts are here,

a triumph of mankind,
as I'm sure you're aware.

Here. Have a sprinkled.

My favorite.

Mm-hmm. Very nice.

I prefer the ones
with the little cereal bits on top.

But thank you.

Anyway, that's pretty much it.

So, where's your throne?

There are no thrones here, dad.
That's not how it works.

Right. Right. I knew that.

Um, I meant metaphorically,
where's your seat of power?

You said you were very important here.

I am. But I,

you know, prefer to stand,
ready for action.

Hmm.

So, you don't have an office?

It's open floor plan, dad!

Oh. Mmm. So, where's your desk?

Oh. Daniel, would you mind
explaining to this gentleman

how important
I am to the investigative process.

Not now, Lucifer.

He has a desk.

Maybe if you work hard enough,

you might one day
rise to this man's level.

Or you can maybe get one of these. Mmm.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Who are you?

Dan, this is...

My dad.

Mmm. You know, the big man.

It's god.

Oh.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

Hi. Hello. Uh, uh,
Mr. Your, uh, highness.

Your holy... I am, uh, Daniel.

Detec... detective... Daniel espinoza.

Nice to mee... it's, uh, it's, uh,
it's real nice, buddy.

It's real nice to meet you.

I know who you are, actually.

Hmm.

I believe you met my wife.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

Right.

I'll be seeing you later.

Or not.

Anyway, dad, why don't I show you
the vending machines, hmm?

Come on.

Have you tried cool ranch puffs?

No.

Here ya go, Ella. Lunchtime.

What? Don't...

How dare you. I don't want him.

Well, he's got a motorcycle.

Yeah, well, uh, motorcycles are unsafe.

Is it a Harley?

Mm-hmm.

Just... no! Stop! Stop! What are you...

What are you trying to do, torture me?

Totally.

And you enjoy it, don't you?

Hey. I'm just being me.

Perfect the way I am.

Maze.

You say that you're bad, okay,
but I think it's just an act.

You, you put bad guys away, remember?

Handcuffed. Going to jail.

You make the world a better place.

You're right.

Ha

Now listen up

now, on the day! Was born

the nurses all gathered 'round

and they gazed in wide wonder

at the joy they had found

the head nurse spoke up

she said "leave this one alone"

she could tell right away

that I was bad to the bone

bad to the bone

bad to the bone

uh b-b-b-b-bad

uh b-b-b-b-bad

No, I don't want your number

no, I don't wanna give you mine

and no, I don't wanna meet you nowhere

no, I don't want none of your time

and no, I don't want no scrub

a scrub is a guy that can't
get no love from me

hangin' out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride

trying to holla at me

bad to the bone

bad to the bone

no, I don't want your number

no, I don't wanna give you mine
and no

b-b-b-b-bad

b-b-b-b-bad

no, I don't wanna meet you nowhere

no, I don't want none of your time

so bad

no, I don't want no scrub

bad to the bone

a scrub is a guy that can't
get no love from me

so bad

hangin' out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride

bad to the bone

trying to holla at me

so bad

I don't want no scrub

bad to the bone

a scrub is a guy that can't
get no love from me

I'm bad so bad

hangin' out the passenger side

-of his best friend's ride
-I'm bad

trying to holla at me

Wha... okay. Harley.

Hi.

Oh. Hi!

Hey. Uh, did you,
uh, find a yellow truck?

Uh, not yet. But, um, are you okay?

Oh, yeah. I just got
a couple of reports back from the lab.

You know how excited I get.

First, identified the poison.

Components aren't easy to come by.

You gotta order them through hospitals,
chemistry labs, places like that.

Right. So, not exactly a lead,
but could help narrow things later.

No. Here is thejuicy one.

Other than the victim's,

we found two other people's fingerprints
on Rockwell's whistle.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

So, anything from AFIS?

Nope. But I did get a hit on eds.

Educational database. What, a teacher?

Nope again. A coach.
And here is the juicyjuice.

He drives an old-school yellow truck.

Really? So, uh, Dale mcvey,

the coach for Benedict canyon wildcats?

But doesn't make sense that
he'd wanna hurt Rockwell,

because his bad call
made the wildcats win.

Right, but...

Dad! What are you doing?
You're embarrassing me!

I didn't say that there was
anything wrong with it.

It's not what you're saying, dad,
it's the way that you're saying it.

Hey. Lucifer.

And hello again to you, sir.

Good to see you two hanging out.

He doesn't like the coffee.

I didn't say that.
I didn't say anything.

You spat it in the garbage.

See? This is how
it's always been with him.

A subtle raised eyebrow,
then straight to raining frogs. Here.

Taste this. Tell him it's delicious.

Uh, not sure I should.

Go ahead, child. Taste it. It's fine.

Of course it's fine. That's why
I want her to taste it. Taste it.

- Lucifer, no...
- Taste, taste it.

I just don't think... I just don't think
that I should get in the middle of this.

I would really prefer not to.

So, good to see you. Excuse me.

Look what you did.

Come with me.

Ah. Taste this.

I find these things are

usually never really about the coffee.

Perhaps you two could
care to discuss what this is

really about?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. He comes down here,
judging every little thing,

which is ironic,
because he made every little thing.

Made all of us imperfect, and then
criticizes us for not measuring up.

So, Photoshop your selfies.

Prepare ye the way for Mr. Judgy pants.

Is this one of those times

when you say one thing and mean another?

Because I certainly didn't invent that.

If you're referring to sarcasm,
I'm not sure I'm smart-alecky enough

to take credit for that,

smart being in the title,
to which I'm sure you'll disagree.

- There it goes again.
- Okay.

God, perhaps we should start with you.

Has Lucifer done anything recently
to anger you?

Oh, of course not.
I'm not angry about anything.

So, what, you just
banished me to hell for shiggles?

Be honest. You were pissed

that I threatened your superhero status

and you were dying to punish me.
You wanted me to suffer.

It's impossible to make him happy.

If I give my opinion, I'm controlling.

If I stand back
and let him make his own decisions,

I'm the distant father
with the "mysterious ways."

Whatever I do,

he assumes
the worst possible intentions.

That's because nothing is ever
good enough for you.

"Why don't you have a desk?
Why doesn't your car have a roof?

Why is your kitchen
just a wall of scotch?"

I was merely trying
to take an interest in your life.

He turned my crime scene
into a music video.

- I don't...
- And I do believe

I detected a certain baritone
singing the loudest.

It's baritone-tenor split,
and I can't help myself

if the music starts, you know that

- and that's why you're doing it.
- Okay. Time out.

- That's why you're doing it.
- Time out. Time out.

Do you wanna know what I think?

Oh. This is where the advice comes in,

so try to pay attention.

I wouldn't want you
to misinterpret anything.

You. You are an archangel.

You're able to fly. Live forever.

Coax the desires out of

all humanity. Fly.

And you. You are almighty god.

You are the most important being
in the entire universe.

You made the universe.
You did that.

You've had millennia to evolve

beyond all the petty squabbles
that we have down here on earth.

And yet, you haven't.

You're basicallyjust like all of us.

I mean, maybe, even worse,

if you consider all the time
that you've had to evolve

beyond all of this nonsense.

I mean, take this father-son discord.

So your son didn't turn out
exactly how you'd hoped.

So he can't fly.

Well, I think we've already established
that I can fly.

You know what a good father does?

He loves his son.

Unconditionally.

Even if he doesn't have
a fancy pair of wings.

No matter what,

supports him.

You smell what I'm cookin'?

Uh, usually she's quite perceptive,

but I suppose everyone has an off-day
every now and then.

I believe I smell what you're cooking.

In fact,
I think I know exactly what to do.

Get ready to be supported, son.

Okay...

Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Believe me, crabs are not

a part of humanity
you want to experience.

Whatever you say, son.

Oh.

Uh, excuse me. Do you know
where we can find coach mcvey?

Should be here any minute.

Great. Thank you so much.

What a lovely, sweaty room
you've brought me to, Lucifer.

- Are you two okay?
- Hmm.

Oh, couldn't be better.
I'm just happy to be here with my boy.

Having some affirming, receptive fun.

Speaking of...

- Go deep, son.
- What?

Nice... block.

Please, tell me you're coach mcvey.

Can I help you?

- That's my son, Lucifer.
- Yes, I...

He's a very important assis...

Consultant for the police.

Doesn't have a desk
because he likes to stay on the move.

Right.

I'm detective Decker, LAPD.

What can you tell us about, uh,
Steve Rockwell?

I'm sorry, who?

Well, a witness said
they saw you arguing

a few days before his death.

Oh. You mean unnecessary ref-ness?

Look, not to speak ill,

but that guy was a judgmental prick.

Well, sort of his job to pass judgment.

Yeah, but he didn't have to be
so goddamn sanctimonious about it.

- Hmm.
- Oh, please, don't bring me into this.

Yes. It's not what they say,
it's the way they say it, am I right?

Wait a minute.
You're not here because you think

I had anything to do with
what happened to the ref?

I mean, I'm the last guy.

That dumb-ass call got us
into the playoffs.

Then why did we find your prints
on the poisoned whistle that killed him?

Hmm.

Okay. Maybe I need a lawyer.

Or maybe you'd like to tell us
what it is

that you truly desire?

- I...
- Yes...

- I...
- Mm-hmm.

I wanna be tackled by
a Dallas cowboys cheerleader.

- Uh...
- The cif championship would get me

to the university level and,

and a few years of that,
I'd be doin' pros in no time.

And by doin' pros, I mean, well,

- you know what I mean.
- Yes, I know what you mean.

Excellent use
of your special talent, son.

Hmm. One you can't take credit for,
might I remind you.

Since I know we self-actualize.
So, yay me.

Mmm. Yes, of course. But technically,

I made you self-actualize,
so, team effort.

Up high.

Anyhow, so, I did some digging.

The very same day
you were seen arguing with Rockwell,

you made a big withdrawal
from your bank account, $5,000 in cash.

Yes, perhaps you made a deal
with the referee

to make a bad call
and then decided not to pay up.

Look, a week before the game,
I did offer him a pay-out,

just to, like, you know,
nudge things my way.

But Mr. High-and-mighty...

He turned me down.

Then, we get to game time,

and he actually does throw
a make-or-break in my favor.

Worst call I've ever seen.

So, I figured he was just
posturing before,

so I go to pay him off.

He acts like he doesn't know
what I'm talkin' about.

Threatens to turn me in.

So, you killed the pious bastard
to shut him up. Hashtag deserved it.

No. I didn't kill anyone.

But I think I know how
my prints got on that whistle.

Couple of days ago,
someone broke into my truck, my baby,

and they took my bag.
It was just dirty clothes,

but my whistle was in there.

Well, we're gonna need to take your, uh,
truck in for processing then.

You're not gonna hurt her, are you?

Hand the keys over and I won't hurt you.

- Fine.
- Thank you.

Look at you. All firm and authoritative.

Solving crimes like a real detective.

Dad! Dad! Will you stop?

Where's this truck?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Lucifer told me that
you found out about us.

It must be quite a shock for you, Dan,

learning that the celestial world does,
in fact, exist.

And if my divinity

makes you uncomfortable at all,

I'd be more than happy then
to give you some space.

Yeah, whatever,
you're an angel, it's fine.

But something funny
did happen to me today.

I met your dad.
You know, god? The almighty?

I'm familiar.

And maybe I misunderstood,
but I think he suggested that, uh,

Charlotte was his wife?

Oh.

Yeah.

For a while, my mom,
the goddess almighty, was...

Inhabiting Charlotte's body.

Right.

Yeah.

And I'm just, you know, I'm just,
I'm just wondering, um,

was the goddess
ever inhabiting Charlotte's body

while I was inhabiting Charlotte's body?

You see,
I prefer not to talk about this, Dan.

But I do believe that
there was some, um...

Ovedap.

Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool.

And when the Bible says that

your dad is a, uh, jealous god,

is that, like, a literal thing?

I mean, I mean,
surely he's way above all those

petty, human foibles
and feelings, right?

You know, like, um, like, jealousy,
or, like,

murderous revenge-driven rage?

Well...

I don't believe
he is above those things.

Huh.

But when it comes down to it...
Dan, I mean,

we celestials are
pretty much the same as you.

Petty foibles and feelings and all.

Well, that solves that.
I slept with god's wife.

Which means
I'm definitely going to hell.

Whoo! Can I have a drink, please?

In the afterlife

you could be headed
for the serious strife

now you make the scene all day

but tomorrow there 'il be hell to pay

in the afterlife

you could be headed for
the serious strife

now you make the scene all day

and tomorrow there 'il be hell to pay

now people listen attentively

I mean about future calamity

I used to think the idea was obsolete

until I heard the old man
stamping his feet

in the afterlife

you could be headed for
the serious strife

now you make the scene all day

and tomorrow there 'il be hell to pay

Beauty, talent, fame
money, refinement

top skill and brain

but all the things you try to hide

will be revealed on the other side

in the afterlife

you could be headed for
the serious strife

now you make the scene all day

and tomorrow there 'il be hell to pay

Such a lively place you have.

Right. That's it!

This bloody celestial karaoke jam,
it has to stop!

Okay, son.

From now on, ix-nay on the usic-may.

Just as soon as this is over.

What? Oh, now he's dancing.

Excuse me. Thank you.

And tomorrow
there'll be hell to pay

dance, children.

Morning.

- Dad!
- Made you breakfast.

Dad! Boundaries!

Oh, please.

You think this is
the first time I've seen you naked?

In fact, if I had a nickel

for every time I've seen
a naked body in this room,

on this couch, on that desk,

on the banister,
on the floor, on the piano...

Just give me the tray, please.

I...

Try the coffee.

Mmm? Yeah?

What do you think?

Eh, it's a little bitter.
Where'd you get it?

Oh, Bolivia. Picked it up this morning.

Single-source. Organic.

A wonderful farmer, aptly named Jesus,

uh, had this unique roasting method...

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine!
It's incredible, okay? You win!

Son...

I am not trying to win.

I just want what's best for you.
What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

You're right.

I'm sorry...

And thank you for the coffee.

You're welcome.

So, when are we going back to work?

I am going now, actually, dad,

but I think you should take the day off,
you know, rest. Chill?

You know,
I usually chill after six days of work.

Besides, what else would I do?

I don't know, dad. Don't you have
any other children to harass?

I mean... visit?

So, the other thing is
we processed mcvey's truck.

Which, was filthy, by the way.
I mean, that is one dirty,

dirty man.

- Hmm?
- Um, never mind.

Anyway, uh, other than the trash,

we found some long hairs stuck down by
where he said he kept his gym bag.

- Mmm.
- Lab reports say that

those hairs were dyed orange and blue.

Temporary dye, the kind that rinses out.

What, the kind fans use
for football games?

Yeah. And it looks like

Rockwell has indeed reffed for a school

whose colors are orange and blue.
Van ness high.

But that's not
one of the schools involved in that

controversial call a few weeks back.

I mean, he was a ref for a long time.

He probably made some
pretty stinky calls over the years.

Maybe Van ness was one of 'em?

Definitely possible.

But whoever killed Steve,
must have known about the fight

between him and coach mcvey.

Right. Or they wouldn't have known
who to frame.

Okay. I'll call jj,
see if he saw anyone from Van ness

in the parking lot
the night of the argument.

And thank you, El.

De nada.

Hello, detective.

You're in a good mood.
Things going well with your dad?

Well, only 'cause he's not here
at the moment.

Personally, I've had it up to here
with his sacrosanct American idol.

What're you talking about?

Oh, that's right.
Humans don't seem to realize,

but dad has been making people break out
into song and dance

at his every whim.

And it could not be more patronizing.

Wow, yeah, that, that is weird.

Well, not really. It's just like him

to decide something's so inadequate
it requires a sacred zhuzh.

Classic dad. Always judging.

Can you imagine living with that,
eon after eon...

Mmm. Yes, yes, imagine.

What're you looking for?

Witness statement. Huh.

What do you know.
Wanna take a trip to Van ness high?

Sorry, we're just walking, baby.

I mean, I know
it's not as cool as flying.

But at least we've got each other,
right?

I see the crystal raindrops fall

and the beauty of it all

is when the sun comes shining through

to make those rainbows in my mind

when I think of you sometime

and I wanna spend some time with you

just the two of us

we can make it if we try

just the two of us

just the two of us

just the two of us

building castles in the sky

just the two of us

you and I

yeah, yeah, yeah

from the first time
the doctor placed you in my arms

I knew I'd meet death
before I'd let you meet harm

although questions arose in my mind
would I be man enough?

Against wrong, choose right
and be standin' up

from the hospital
that very first night

took an hour just to get
the car seat in right

people driving all fast
got me kinda upset

'cause I know I loved you more
than life itself

to my knees, I beg the lord, please

let me be a good daddy, all he needs

love, knowledge, discipline, too

I 'ii pledge my life to you

just the two of us

we can make it if we try

just the two of us

daddy loves you daddy loves you

just the two of us

building castles in the sky

-just the two of us
-for the rest of your life

you and I

just the three of us, yeah

just the three of us

just the three of us

Detective. Hi. What're you...

Wait, did you catch Steve's killer?

No. But we do have a new lead.

Seems like the killer
came from this school

and not one of the other two
involved with the bad call.

Yes. Someone with an abundance
of school spirit.

Well, I wish I could help you,

but there's hundreds of students
at this school.

Unless you have a way to narrow it down.

Well, actually, we do.
We tested the, uh, poison

that killed your husband,

and the chemical components

can't be bought over the counter,
but they could be ordered from,

say, a school chemistry lab.

Okay, you're not suggest...

Did Steve tell you
that he argued with coach mcvey?

I mean, he might've mentioned it.

But like I said,
Steve had a lot of enemies.

But only one who left their hair behind
while stealing mcvey's whistle.

It must've been difficult
living with someone so judgmental.

Anyhow, we're gonna take the hair

and we're going to run it
against your DNA so,

- if there's a match, then we'll...
- You can't imagine.

Nothing was ever right.

The chicken was overcooked,

the TV's on motion smoothing,
my socks aren't white enough.

Your coffee sucks. Believe me, I know.

Twenty years.

Nothing was
ever going to change.

No matter what I did. I had to get out.

Please.

Please, understand.

Darla Rockwell, you're under arrest
for the murder of your husband.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, I don't think so!

What?

Thank you.

Bloody polyester mix.

How did you... it's...

You okay?

Yes.

'Course I am.

Hi.

You know,
as loony as that poor woman is,

she does make a fair point.

People don't change.

And I'm afraid dear ol' dad
isn't going to either.

Yes. But it's only been one day.

And every day before that,
since the beginning of time.

No. I mean that, it's only been one day
since you've been trying to make amends.

You can't fix thousands of years
of pent-up issues overnight.

I'm not sure that
there are enough nights.

I think we may simply be too far gone.

I... may be too far gone.

I refuse to believe that, Lucifer. I...

I have faith in you, I...

I know that you'll work through this.
I...

I know you will.

Sweet dreams, baby.

Smile though your
heart is aching

smile even though it's breaking

when there are clouds in the sky

you'll get by

if you smile

through your fear and sorrow

smile and maybe tomorrow

you'll see the sun
come shining through

for you

light up your face with gladness

hide every trace of sadness

although a tear

may be ever so near

that's the time
you must keep on trying

smile

what's the use of crying?

You 'ii find that life
is still worthwhile

if you just smile

How was your day, son?

Incendiary. How was yours?

Really good.

I took your advice
and went to see amenadiel.

He's gonna be a wonderful father.

Samae...

Lucifer...

I wish I could...

I want to...

Know what you've done to your suit.

Don't suddenly pretend
you're not omnipotent.

But if you wanna make
fashion small talk,

I had a run-in with a lady,
we had bad chemistry.

Well, I'm glad you're okay.

How can I not be, dad?
No one can hurt me, remember?

I am dandy! Just perfect.

Completely unscathed
and forever invulnerable.

I definitely believe this is

one of those times you're
saying one thing and mean another.

You know,

it was bad enough...

Rejecting me, forcing me down to hell...

But I had a life here.
I had a good thing!

The detective, she,
she made me vulnerable, but it was...

It was terrifying
but it was also amazing

because for the first time in my long,
hopeless life, I...

I felt... I felt something.

And then you just turn up and you...

You ruin it
and you throw it all away. Why?

I dreamed a dream
in times gone by

when hope was
high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that god would be forgiving

but I was young and unafraid

and dreams were made
and used and wasted

there was no ransom to be paid

no song unsung, no wine untasted

but the tigers come at night

with their voices soft as thunder

as they tear your hope apart

as they turn your dream to shame

And still I dream she'll come to me

that we will live the years together

but there are dreams that cannot be

and there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

so different from this hell I'm living

so different now from

what it seems

now life has killed the dream

I dreamed

My son, the lightbringer.

So full of light...

That it blinds even you sometimes.

What does that mean?

It means I understand...

That you're angry at me.

And I'm so very sorry about that.

So you're sorry for me,

but you're not sorry
for what you've done.

I didn't say that.

But I will say

that I cannot fix you, Lucifer.

But you're god.

Okay. Fine.

If you can't fix me, dad,
then at least stop trying to control me.

How do I control you?

You just made me sing again!

I mean, it has to stop, dad.

Actually, I...

I don't think that's possible.

Right.
Well, if you're not gonna try,

then I don't know why I should bother.

It's not that I won't.

It's that I'm not sure I can.

What does that mean?

My powers, son...

I think I'm losing control of them.