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Are you positive you're ready?

Yeah.

And you won't back down,

no matter what nefarious
mind games he tries to play

- because we need to present...
- A united front.

I know. Don't worry, Lucy, we both
agree Dad needs to go home.

Oh, for...

He was just here.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi, there. Uh...

Have you seen a rather
large, attractive gentleman?

- Broad shoulders, piercing eyes.
- Hmm?

Heroic face?

Looks a little like me.

You mean the plumber?

Excuse me.

Dad, what are you doing?

Just making myself useful.

You know, tightening up
fittings, replacing washers.

- Don't want a flood on our hands.
- That's...

Dad, we need to speak to you
about something very serious.

Hmm.

Lucifer tells me that your
powers have been acting up.

Well, I've had a glitchy moment or
two adjusting to the mortal plane.

But all is well. I mean,
take a look around.

Not a musical interlude in sight.

Pass me that 3/8 socket wrench.

- Hmm. Excuse me.
- What...

- Thank you.
- What?

Dad said he was fine.

The creator of the universe glitching

is the literal opposite of fine.

Excuse me! Excuse me, yeah.

What are you still doing here anyway?

You've had your granddad
time with Charlie.

Shouldn't you be off somewhere until,

I don't know, his First Communion,

at absolute earliest?

- I told you. I'm here to help.
- I don't need your help, Dad.

Not with the plumbing, not with
the feng shui of the penthouse,

not with the soda dispenser that started

miraculously pumping Pinot Noir!

Just take a rest.

It must be the seventh day somewhere.

Oh, and some of us have
now got to go to work.

So, since Amenadiel has proven himself

once again to be completely useless,

you and I will have
to discuss this later.

I look forward to it, son.

And while I'm waiting,

I think I'll tighten up
your wobbly dancing pole.

No, don't.

Didn't expect to end up here, did you?

But actions have consequences.

One minute you're breaking the rules,

and the next, you're in a police
cruiser headed downtown.

What were you thinking?

Stealing my handcuffs?

Using official police equipment

to lock a defenseless
child to a lunch table?

Todd Drexhage pushed a first-grader
into a trash can. Again!

Mom, I was just doing what you
do, locking up the bad guys.

Okay, locking up the bad guys is my job.

Your job is learning.

At school.

Which you won't be doing today
because you've been suspended.

Excuse me,

could you pretend for one
minute to be upset about this?

I'm being brave, Mom. Like you are.

I'm sorry I made you leave work
and get stuck with me all day.

Trixie...

I am never stuck with you.

Okay? But I can't... I
can't leave work today,

and... and neither can your dad.

- So...
- Where am I going?

Thank you so much for doing this.

Oh, well, she's potty trained

and has never once tried
to rip my earrings out,

so how much trouble could she be?

Thank you. Yes.

This'll be fun.

Lucifer.

You're late. You're never late.

Was it something I said or did

or didn't say or do?

No.

No, no. All good here.

I'm dealing with some family stuff.

Ugh, family. Can't live with them.

No longer have the tools to banish
them to an alternate universe.

Oh, well, it's Trixie.

She's one day my sweet, little
pigtailed angel, the next she's...

She's turning your seltzer
into admittedly

delicious but totally unnecessary wine.

Don't I know it.

- Well, that's not exactly...
- No.

No, no, no.

Moses wouldn't want this much face time.

Ugh, sorry, Detective, I need
to extinguish a burning bush.

Hey. Mister, uh, God.

Listen, um...

I'm sorry that I slept with your wife.

I didn't know she was married
at the time. I swear to...

well, to you, I guess.

Wait.

Could you, uh...

Could you see Charlotte
and me when we were...

No need to worry, Daniel.

Everything is as it should be.

Hmm.

Wow, that's, uh, that's some grip.

Yeah, maybe we should...

Ah! You're hurting me.

Let go!

You see that?

Did you mean to do that?

Of course I meant to
put him back together.

Do not "mysterious ways" me right
now. You just exploded a man.

He looks perfectly fine to me.

No harm, no foul.

Definitely harm and foul.

Dad, you need to leave.

Staying here on Earth is endangering

the people I care about and... others.

Hey, Ella's got a body downtown.
I told her we were on our way.

Lovely. Lovely. Let me
just get rid of my...

What?

Where did he go?

Did time freeze again
while I wasn't looking?

Actually, I believe something far
more miraculous may have happened.

I think for the first time ever,

my father might have listened to me.

Huh!

The end is nigh!

Are you prepared to meet your maker?

Just got rid of him, thank you.

Hey, Ella, what do we have?

Hey, so, looks like your
standard on-the-skids OD, right?

Which would have been
tragic enough, but look,

no track marks.

Just a single injection
spot at the hairline,

with enough bruising
to indicate a struggle.

I mean, whoever dumped this body here

wanted it to be mistaken
for an "accidental" death,

but this right here? Totally a murder.

Well, looks like our vic put up
quite the fight. Did you get an ID?

That's the craziest part.
The victim was a fighter.

Albert Walcott.

- No way.
- Way!

Never would've recognized him, right?

I ran the prints three
times just to be sure.

This is definitely him.

Who's Albert Walcott?

Albert "Almighty" Walcott.

Former heavyweight champion of
the world, three years running?

Okay. Madison Square Garden, 2015,

Almighty versus the
undefeated Josh Clemson.

It's round five. The fight's brutal.

Almighty taking hit after hit after hit.

Clemson puts in a massive right hook.

Almighty falls against the ropes.

Everyone thinks it's over, but then...

Bam! Almighty hits Clemson with
an uppercut like a freight train.

Clemson goes down on the
canvas. It's a knockout.

- The crowd goes wild!
- Wild!

Time out, crime scene. Right.

Sorry, but just to be clear,
none of that jogged your memory?

No.

Chloe, he was a huge sensation. Look.

Oh.

Are you sure this is the same guy?

Well, he's fallen upon
tough times recently.

He had a heart attack a few years
ago that ended his career.

I know, always thought
he'd make a comeback.

Instead, he got the final TKO.

Oh, I don't bloody believe this!

I mean, the guy was...

- Of course!
- That's my son.

Of course you're still here,

selfishly putting all
of humanity in danger.

Well, that's where
you're wrong, Lucifer.

My divine presence won't be
a danger to anyone because...

I made myself human.

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What do you mean you've
made yourself human?

You said you were worried
about my powers glitching.

So I put them aside, temporarily.

Check it out.

Your old man is just a regular dude.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

And why would you think it's a good
idea to become a "regular dude"?

When we were singing together,
I realized you were right.

Sorry, could you repeat that?

I would love to capture
the moment for posterity.

I tried to be supportive.

But how can I,

if I never truly understood you?

So I'm going to try.

Starting right here, right now.

Here and now, at my job?

Well, you've clearly learned and grown

a great deal in your time on Earth.

I'd just like to be a party
to that knowledge.

Living in a human form. Solving cases.

I'm here for the whole kit and kaboodle.

- Oh, uh, Lucifer, you still there?
- Regretfully, yes.

Wow!

Did you know that when humans close
their eyes they can't see anything?

- I did.
- I mean, total darkness.

But you open these babies and
bam! Let there be light.

- Hey.
- Oh, Detective.

Please tell me there's some
pressing break in the case

we must investigate right this minute.

Well, actually, now that your
dad is here, maybe he can help.

So, you are all-seeing
and all-knowing, yes?

So, whodunnit?

For once, I actually don't know.

I made myself human.

Isn't that exciting?

What is he talking about?

Oh, he does inexplicable
things from time to time.

Marsupials, pomegranates,
the gall bladder.

Anyway, we've got a murder to solve,

so what say we regroup at the precinct?

Just us crime solvers.

Well, we can't just leave him here.

Fine. I'll call him an Uber.

No. Would you like to come back with us?

Oh, that sounds divine, Detective.

We can do all the things you kids
normally do, but together, with me.

Oh, that's gotta hurt!

Oh, I'm sorry, but it's so delicious.

It's like snow, with fruit.

- Hmm.
- Hi. Oh, are you the new lab tech?

Oh, that's right, you haven't met.

Miss Lopez, this is my father.

Dad, Miss Lopez.

- Your dad?
- Hmm.

- Oh, my God! It's so amazing to meet you.
- Oh, you too!

And I just wanna thank
you for all the support.

It hasn't gone unnoticed.

Anyway, can't believe I'm saying this,

but can we all just, you
know, focus on the case?

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

My head is on fire!

Brain freeze.

We've all been there, big guy. Just
give it a second, it'll go away.

Hmm. Yes, so, why was
Almighty breaking into a...

Oh! There it is again.

Put that down.

What was Almighty doing
breaking into a hospital?

- Well, the Internet's best guess is drugs.
- Oh.

Check out the pharmacy
in the background.

Anything in his tox screen?

Yeah. A boatload of the
drug that killed him.

Some sort of synthetic stimulant.

But it's weird 'cause
the chemical formula

doesn't fit anything in our database.

Right. Let's go to the hospital,
see if anyone knows more.

Right. Right.

- Oh, my.
- Stop drinking it so fast.

It's not that.

- I think I need to... you know.
- Oh.

Ugh. Excuse us for just
one moment, Detective.

It appears I need to take
my billion-year-old father

to the little boys' room. Come on.

It's cool, man. You're
still in one piece.

God is not gonna kill you.

He'll just wait till you
die and torture you.

For all eternity.

I am breathing healing energy.

Maze!

I see you're handling this
celestial stuff like a champ.

Well, at least your psycho
behavior finally makes sense.

- Hmm.
- I mean, you're a...

You're a demon.

Yeah.

What's Hell like?

Oh, Hell is awesome.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's a relief.

The pain, torture, the
screams of doomed souls,

begging for the sweet release
of a death that will never come.

Oh, you mean for you.

Yeah, Hell's gonna suck, bro.

Anyway, at least you
have a soul to damn.

Unlike me.

Thanks for the reminder, Dan.

Yes, Albert Walcott was my patient.

He suffered a cardiac event in
his dressing room after a match.

No.

I'm sorry, this is just so exciting.

I have literally no idea
what she's gonna say next.

You were saying.

Well, the medics had
the sense to rush him to the ER,

and I was able to save his
life with a triple bypass.

It must have been
difficult for Almighty.

Losing the abilities that
once made him invincible.

You know, I think it was, actually.

He fell into a depression

and stopped showing up
for his appointments.

In fact, the last time
any of us here saw him,

he was caught trying to steal drugs.

So the Internet was right.

Mr. Walcott is lucky that the hospital

administration didn't press charges.

I guess they figured that video
going viral was punishment enough.

So we found this in his tox screen.

It's a drug our forensics
team didn't recognize.

Have you seen anything like that before?

Yes, unfortunately I have.

This is a drug that was
developed for fighter pilots.

It's colloquially known as YSD.

It's very exclusive,

although we have seen a
couple of overdoses in the ER.

Exclusive, you say?

Can you tell me what
this drug looks like?

I've only seen it in person once.

I found a pill in the pocket of
a DOA, but as memory serves,

it was, uh...

small and pink.

Right, what shade of pink, precisely?

Bubble gum, Barbie or bougainvillea?

Or sunset, cherry blossom.

Flamingo.

I did outdo myself with the colors.

Uh...

Well, I guess you could
say ballet slipper.

Oh, say no more.

That's the pill. Wh...

How did you acquire that?

Thank you, Dr. Porter,
you've been very helpful.

- Yes, thank you.
- Lucifer.

- Thank you.
- Where did you get that?

At Lux, of course. And
the doctor was right.

It's very high-end and
not at all easy to come by.

There's only one dealer who carries them

in town at present. The Colonel.

Drinks like a fish,
surprisingly charming.

Reminds me of a young me.

Let's arrange a buy,
we'll set up a sting,

and we'll shake down this Colonel.

A sting.

How exciting!

What should I wear? How should I speak?

I always thought this
pip-pip-cheerio accent that you chose

was a little over the top,
but maybe I'll give it a try.

You won't be trying anything.

We're dropping you off at
the penthouse on the way.

As the Spanish like to
say, vaya con... you.

Okay, the perimeter's set.

Our guy's all mic-ed up, and
he's heading into the buy.

- Right.
- And by "our guy", I mean Lucifer.

The Devil.

Who we work with.

Are you sure we should
send him in there alone?

Well, Lucifer's invincible now,
so what could go wrong?

Lucifer!

Colonel!

Nice to see you.

We were just getting to know
your charming associate.

Dad.

Excuse us a moment, just need a
word with my associate.

What are you doing here?

If I truly want to understand you,

I have to experience the full
breadth of earthly existence.

- Hmm.
- Risk, danger.

You're about to be experiencing
death if you blow our cover.

To the man behind the man.

The man behind the man?

Is that what you told them?

Well, actually, son, I'm the man
behind all men. And women.

Son?

You're Lucifer's father?

Did I fail to mention that?

- Must have slipped my mind.
- The apple fell a ways from the tree.

Oh, yeah, I like that.

Lucifer, I see where you get your
business acumen and your charm.

Oh, wrong on both counts.

He just gave me Hell, but no matter.

Right, here's your money.
Please hand over the drugs.

Stolz, go get the product.

Well, that could have gone worse, huh?

How do you think this
Colonel O'Bryan is doing?

From a moral standpoint?

Well, she's a drug dealer

and most likely a murderer,
so probably not so great.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Maybe military school isn't the answer.

For Trixie.

To get her back on the straight
and narrow before she...

ends up... you know?

Dan, you think our 11-year-old
daughter is going to Hell?

I don't know.

I mean, maybe.

Aren't you afraid of it? I
mean, it's all real, Chloe.

God. The Devil. It's real,
you know? I just, I...

I wanna nudge Trixie in the right
direction before it's too late.

Okay, yeah, yes, uh, Hell does exist,

I just don't think one school
suspension is the road to ruin here.

You'd be surprised how easy it
is to get on the wrong track.

Dan.

You are a great dad.

Trixie's a great kid.

She's just having a tween moment.

I'm sure she's talking
about it to Linda now.

That bully must have done
something pretty bad

for you to feel that you
needed to lock him up.

That's what you're going with?

No wonder Lucifer's still in therapy.

Oh, and B-T-dubs,

you can't trick me into
talking about my feelings.

Wow.

Okay, well, you're very
perceptive, Trixie, you know?

But I don't have to trick you.

See, a therapist is
kind of like a detective.

I can just look at your actions

and figure out how
you're feeling from there.

Like for example, sometimes when we're

really upset with someone we love,

we can get scared of
expressing that feeling

or even admitting it to ourselves.

It's called denial.

Denial makes my stomach hurt?

The thing is, when we try to
stuff those feelings down too far,

we may wind up lashing
out at someone else.

Someone who isn't even important to us.

Like Todd Drexhage.

Exactly.

So if I did have denial,

how would I cure it?

Well, if I were you,

I might try to be my own detective.

I'd look deep down inside my heart

to find out who I was really mad at.

And then I'd tell that person
how I was feeling.

Even if it might hurt them?

Even if it might hurt them.

Mid temper-tantrum, Lucifer
looks straight up at me,

all serious, and says,

"I'm going to start a rebellion".

Adorable.

You're lucky your dad is here.

Am I?

I was top of my class at the Academy.

- Earned a Silver Star in Afghanistan.
- Hmm.

And I built a small business
from the ground up.

You know how underrepresented women are

in the upper echelons of the drug trade?

I am a trailblazer.

None of it's good enough for my mother.

You should be grateful
your dad is so supportive.

My father is about as supportive
as a piece of wet cardboard.

I never had to support you, son.

You know, he moved to
Los Angeles all by himself,

established a thriving nightclub.

- And now he's a consultant for the LA...
- Dad!

Oh, don't be so modest, son.

Look how well you're
handling this sting.

Say again?

Whoops.

Look, look, everything
is gonna be okay, right?

Lucifer can flatten bullets, and God...

well, he's God.

Yeah.

- Not anymore.
- Pack up the product!

We're moving base camp now.

We'll take care of these two on the way.

All right, Dad, time to
get your powers back.

God up, as it were.

Unfortunately, I don't have
my powers with me right now.

But I'm sure everything
will turn out just fine.

That's what you said
about the bloody dinosaurs!

Don't you dare take that tone with me!

I giveth, and I'm not
afraid to taketh away.

Oh, a lot of big words for a man who was

recently leveled by a frozen beverage!

- Quiet, you two!
- Sorry!

- Come on. Hurry.
- Lucifer.

As I stare down at that weapon,
I'm feeling something entirely new.

Regretful, ridiculous, ready to go home?

No, no, no, my forehead is
wet, but my throat is dry,

and the floor's starting to spin.

Lucifer, is the floor
starting to spin for you?

- Dad.
- Listen, shut up!

Ow!

Yes.

I'm starting to feel something as well.

Wait.

No one lays hands on my father.

Put the human down, Samael.

There's no need for violence.

Dad.

They were going to kill you.

They were, weren't they?

Oh, Lucifer. Are you okay?

Are they okay?

What happened?

Oh, just prevented GI Jane
here from pulling a Nietzsche.

Anyway, I'm sure you
can take it from here.

If you'll excuse us,

Dad and I have an errand to attend to.

Come on!

Ow! Where are we going?

Hurts to talk with a
busted lip, doesn't it?

The good news is you can
poof the pain away yourself

because we are getting your powers
back right now. Where are they?

I don't remember.

Uh...

Drink this, it'll help.

- Oh!
- Yes. Right, now focus.

Where are your powers?

I really don't remember.

But I'm sure I left them somewhere safe.

If you don't remember where they are,

how can you be sure that they're safe?

What if something happens to them?

What if something happens to you?

Does the universe
collapse into nothingness,

destroying everything
and everyone I care about?

Your face, Lucifer.

The one you used in Hell.

In person, it really is quite intense.

Are you seriously
about to critique the way

I looked while saving your life?

Because if so, pardon
my resting devil face.

Why did you choose that face?

Deep down, that face
is how you see yourself.

What are you doing here?

I told my dad I forgot
my social studies book.

He's waiting downstairs.

Very well, fetch the book
and be on your way.

I lied, dummy.

What on earth was that for?

I looked inside my heart
like Dr. Linda said,

and here's what I realized.

Your hair is stupid, and
your jokes are immature,

and what kind of person puts
a bar that big in their house?

My hair is majestic, and you know it.

- Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible.
- Oh, are they?

Well, I'll show you responsibility.

You're banned from the
penthouse for a month.

Come on, Dad, we are returning this
miniature hooligan to her father.

I don't believe this.

The most you have me on
is possession of a drug

that hasn't even been made illegal yet.

You'll be lucky to keep me overnight.

Well, I wouldn't worry about
the possession charge, Colonel.

We have you on the hook for
good old-fashioned murder.

So Albert "Almighty" Walcott was
injected with YSD against his will

and seeing that you're the
only YSD dealer in town,

I figure it was either you that killed
him or the person you sold to.

Detective, I've done
three tours in Afghanistan.

I led my men through
horrors you can't imagine

and dragged them out
to the other side alive.

I wasn't scared when your partner
choked me unconscious,

and I sure as hell am not scared
of your half-baked accusations.

It says, uh, you are
second-generation military.

Yeah? Your mom was a four-star general,

who went on to a distinguished
career in the State Department.

Very impressive.

What's your point?

Well, I bet she'd be real disappointed

to see her legacy going up in smoke.

Trust me, she wouldn't care.

Well, being a mother myself,
I have to disagree.

Children, they are a
reflection of us, aren't they?

But why don't we call General
Mom and see what she thinks?

Maryland prefix.

Still working in government service
at her age. Wow. Respect.

It must have been hard, growing
up with such exacting standards.

Getting the message every day,

that to be a good soldier
you always had to be strong.

Did you display anger issues as a child?

Uh, vigilante behavior,
locking anyone to a lunch table?

Hang up the phone. I...

I think I might know who
gave Almighty the YSD.

Oh.

I sold a bunch of product
to a guy, Kristoff.

Dude calls himself
"fitness guru to the stars".

Trains a bunch of fighters.

Maybe Almighty was one of 'em.

♪ Oh! Oh! ♪

♪ I've been waiting so long... ♪

"You're perfect just the way
you are", God says.

But what is that?

If he wasn't invincible,

I would rip his stupid guts out.

Careful with this one.

She's a murderous,
back-stabbing traitor.

Look, you don't have to worry about me

causing any more trouble. Okay?

For a second, Michael had me
believing I could be something else.

Something better.

But I get it now.

I'll never be more than this.

- Maze, we talked about this.
- Shouldn't you be at baby nerd class?

If you're referring to Science Time
with Newton Newt, Linda took him.

Lucy called and asked me
to take care of our father.

What could he possibly need?

He's literally all-powerful.

Oh, he's passed out drunk
in the penthouse

because he decided
to make himself human.

So I gotta go.

Well, maybe I could come with you.

Tell him there are no hard feelings
about the whole soul thing.

I think he would really appreciate that.

Dad, you awake?

This is really big of you, Maze.

Owning up to your mistakes
shows real emotional maturity.

Yep. Emotional maturity.

That's the point.

Dad!

You didn't find him either?

No.

"Went to find powers".

"X-O-X-O, Dad".

We should split up.

Cover more ground.

Any idea where he may have gone?

- Uh... oh.
- Ah.

Dan said he brought Trixie
by for a textbook yesterday.

Hope she wasn't too much trouble.

The child has got a lot of fight in her.

Just like her mother.

Not to mention a decent
chance at a football career.

Busy. Go away.

Charming.

Well, this is adorable.

It looks like a tiny, nautical orgy.

No new clients at this time.

Detective Decker, LAPD.

We need to ask you some
questions about a former client.

Albert "Almighty" Walcott.

So it's true.

Damn. The kid had so much potential.

Naturally gifted,
always put in the work.

Could have been one of the greats.

Yes, you have had a lot of greats
coming out of this gym lately.

A lot of miracle transformations.

You got some, um,
revolutionary training program?

Or is it the YSD?

YSD?

Never heard of it.

Right, let's speed
things along, shall we?

Tell me, Kristoff,
what is it you desire?

I want...

Yeah.

... more YSD.

Oh.

It was fun at first. Playing God.

Controlling my clients'
every calorie and deadlift.

But it never stops.

They call me every hour
of the day and night.

- Show up at my home.
- You got tired of babysitting them?

Damn right I did.

You know who doesn't need babysitting?

This guy.

You glue his little feet
to the deck one time,

and he sails on forever
without a single complaint.

Right.

Absolutely, but what does any
of this have to do with YSD?

The drug helps my clients focus.

Better coordination,
fewer late night calls.

I know it's safe
because I take it myself.

Steadies the hands.

Yes, but it isn't safe for everybody.

Did you know about
Almighty's heart condition

when you gave him the YSD?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! I've never
given Almighty any drug.

And he wouldn't even
have taken it if I had.

His body was a temple.

No alcohol, no coffee,
not so much as an aspirin.

Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

Right.

Well, good luck with the armada.

Hold on. What if, when Almighty

broke into the hospital,
he wasn't looking for drugs?

Look at this.

There's two doors in the hallway,

right where he got caught breaking in.

So, the one on the left is the pharmacy.

The one at the end of the hall is...

Records room.

Yes.

If Almighty was digging through
private medical records...

Maybe he found something
worth killing for.

We have to get back to
the hospital. Let's go.

Oh! Oh.

I'm afraid I won't be able to come.

It appears that my father
has gone missing.

God has gone missing?

No, I'm sure it'll be fine.

He's probably gone to that
doughnut shop he likes

or decided to relive the glory
days of creation at the zoo.

Anyway, you go on with the case,

and I'll pop off, try and find him
and give him a stern talking-to.

- Right. Okay.
- Uh...

- Mm.
- Oh.

I'm sorry, I just...

I didn't know where we stood after...

Oh, no, I shouldn't have.
I wasn't thinking. I mean...

I'm the one who couldn't...

No. No, oh, my God. No. I...

- Mm!
- Oh!

Sorry.

- Oh, no, no. It's all good.
- Good.

- Uh...
- Yes.

Well, what a lovely surprise.

Are you running away too?

Batten down the hatches and
crank up the Vivaldi, huh?

It's a beautiful day to operate.

Scalpel.

Dr. Porter.

I'm about to perform an
extremely delicate surgery, Detective.

If you'd like to make an appointment,

I'm sure my nurse can
squeeze you in tomorrow.

Almighty didn't come here
looking for drugs, did he?

He came here looking for records,
your records, and I saw them.

They confirmed what
Almighty thought all along.

That you had botched other surgeries
just like you botched his.

He threatened to expose you. Didn't he?

So you killed him with an overdose.

YSD, the exact drug that you use

to steady the tremor in your hands.

No, Albert Walcott was a
deranged, deluded addict.

He was! We all saw that video.

I know what it's like to have
people depending on you.

To feel like you always
have to be the strong one

or else everything will fall apart.

The YSD, it... it helps you
conceal your weakness,

but it's just a Band-Aid. You...

you're not okay, Doctor.

And pretending that you are is

only hurting the ones
that depend on you.

You can still save one
last patient, Doctor.

All you have to do is...

just put down the scalpel.

Please put it down.

Oh, thank you.

Enjoy.

So, why are you running away?

I've been having...

trouble lately.

I haven't been feeling like myself.

Getting confused, losing things.

And now my children are mad at me.

Can't say I blame them.

Honestly, I think I may
have really messed up.

I guess everyone makes mistakes.

Even grown-ups.

What a wise observation.

What about you, Trixie?

What are you doing so far from home?

I realized I'm mad at Lucifer.

I've actually been mad at him
for a while, but I had denial.

Happens to the best of us.

Why are you mad at him?

Well, I... I thought we were friends...

but then he just ran off
to Florida for months,

and he didn't even say goodbye.

He always just does whatever he wants.

And now...

I don't know what he's doing now.

But I know it's making
my mom really sad.

You know I'm Lucifer's dad, right?

Well, some of the ways he acts...

I think they may be my fault.

As a father, I tried to give my children

just the right amount of free will...

the right amount of
responsibility, consequence.

Looking back at how I raised Lucifer...

Hmm, I'm not sure I got it all right.

I've never been a parent before,

but it seems like a tough job.

Hmm. I've never been a kid.

But I bet that's not so easy either.

I think it's time to go home.

Home.

Trixie. Ha-ha!

You're a genius.

You just reminded me
where I left something.

He's not at the doughnut shop,
the zoo or the Gas 'n' Grub.

Have you checked the park?

Of course I checked the
park. I'm not an idiot!

Well, I mean, you did lose Dad.

He was gone when I arrived.

What part of "united front"
do you not understand?

If we just forced Dad
to confront his issues...

I'm not forcing Dad
to do anything, Lucy!

He's our father, all right?

God Almighty!

And you really should start showing
him a little bit more respect.

He is an old man who has
lost control of his powers,

and now he's out there somewhere
lost and alone and afraid!

He's afraid.

Who's afraid?

Dad! Where have you...

You can't just run off like that!

Do you have any idea
what you put us through?

I'm starting to think I do, actually.

But not to worry, everything's
going to be just fine.

I hope by "fine" you mean
you've managed to locate

the power to create and
destroy the universe,

that you lost because you
were busy drinking a Gulpee.

I'm sorry, what?

Well, I have remembered
where I put my powers, yes.

Thank you for holding
onto this for me, Charlie.

I knew it would be safe with family.

What just happened?

Yo.

What's up?

Rough day?

Couldn't kill God. You?

I think... God killed me.

- We're gonna need more drinks.
- Yeah.

Thank you for not killing me.

I didn't want Trixie to
see that kind of violence.

You were following me for quite
a while before Trixie showed up.

Mazikeen, you chose not to kill me.

Fine.

You created me to be a killer,
and I can't even do that right.

"Perfect the way I am", my demon ass.

The funny thing about miracles...

is they happen every day.

An angel has a child with a human.

The Devil can fall in love.

We can all learn.

And we can all grow.

But a demon can't grow a soul.

Can't she?

Oh!

You know what?

I slept with your wife,

and I can't change that,
even if I wanted to.

Which I don't.

So smite me.

Turn me into a pillar of salt.

Whatever you do.

Let's just get it over with.

It's not my business who my
ex-wife spent her time with, Daniel.

The truth is, I wasn't the best husband,

and I'm grateful

she found someone to give
her the love she deserved.

Thank you.

Um, Trix, there are, uh, some
things that we need to talk about.

It's okay, Mom.

I learned today that
grown-ups make mistakes too.

And I forgive you.

Oh.

Well, that is nice of you to say.

And, um, you're right,

you know, everybody does make mistakes,

but it's important that we

own up to our mistakes
when we make them.

I'm sorry for what I did at school.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

You know, I'm sorry too,
for my mistakes and, um...

I really should have realized that
you're not a little kid anymore.

You're beautiful, smart...

I can tell you're sad, Mom.

I know you can.

Even when I'm not willing to
admit it to myself. I know, honey.

Denial.

It happens to the best of us.

Yes.

You're right.

You're so smart.

You know, when you were younger, I...

I tried to protect you, to shield
you from difficult feelings,

and situations.

But I think now, maybe, the best thing

that I can do for you is to let you in

and, um, and admit that...

Mom doesn't always
feel so strong inside.

You're upset about Lucifer.

Aren't you?

Well...

the truth is, is, um...

things between Lucifer and me,

they are a little up
in the air right now.

And, uh, I'm not sure if we
will, uh, end up as partners

or friends, or something more,

but, uh, if he and I are gonna
try and figure this out...

I have to tell him my real feelings.

And then what's gonna happen?

I don't know.

And that's a little scary.

And I'm sure it's scary
for you too, right?

But here's the thing, Trix.

No matter what happens, and
no matter if you're 11...

or 111...

if the Earth gets hit by an
asteroid made of rock candy

and the sky starts
raining down gumdrops...

me and your dad will
always be your parents.

And we will always love
you, no matter what.

Promise?

Promise.

I will miss the buzz.

You're all-powerful again, Dad,
so can't you just buzz yourself?

We need to talk.

Okay.

Father, what is it?

Lucifer was right.

Twice in one millennium.
Will wonders never cease?

It's not just the music.

Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.

The truth is,

I've been slipping for quite a while.

For longer than I'd like to admit.

I guess you get your
denial from your father.

What denial?

Kidding.

Mostly.

Now, let's just keep this between
the three of us, for now. Shall we?

Father, what are you saying?

I think it's time.

Time for what?

Time for me to retire.

- Dad.
- Dad, uh...

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