Lucifer (2016) s03e23 Episode Script

Quintessential Deckerstar

Previously on Lucifer What do you desire? I want her to choose me.
I never told you what I want.
I want you.
So you thought I wouldn't find out your mark is fake.
Maybe not tonight, but I am coming for you.
Neither I nor Lucifer have the power to get anyone into Heaven.
I'm going to Hell.
Well, I was hoping that you might be able to help me out again.
Any chance to get in His good graces, I'm in.
I know you're not trying to freak Chloe out, but you're getting in her head.
- Let's elope.
- I can't marry you.
I'm sorry, Marcus.
- Oh, no ring.
- No ring.
Hey.
You know, I'm really glad that you told me how you felt.
Oh, I don't know.
All that unresolved sexual tension? It was kind of fun.
They're gonna burn the house down if we don't get out there.
I made the batter, Dan.
Oh, yeah? Well, sweet, because the waffle king has arrived.
Step aside, my lady.
Good morning, Micah.
Thanks for your help.
Hey.
Are you okay? Is it the same nightmare? Except this time, you were in it.
So are you going to tell Chloe now? Tell her what? Uh, everything.
What we talked about in your penthouse before she got engaged? When you said, "I want her to choose me.
" Right.
Yes.
No, no.
No need.
She broke it off with Pierce, so I win.
Yes, I know that they broke up, but just because she didn't choose Pierce doesn't mean she chose you.
And just because she un-chose Pierce doesn't not mean she didn't choose me.
Point is, no need to rock the boat.
I mean, we all know how the detective gets when you push her.
Plus, you know, she's on the rebound.
- Those are excuses.
- I think it's best if everyone involved just goes back to normal.
Easier said than done, Lucifer.
Yes, you may be right.
Maybe I should do normal rather than just say it.
Huh? Help speed things along a little.
Ah.
Another nugget.
Thank you, Doctor.
Yep.
Back to normal.
Is that really Forest Clay's wife? Chloe.
Before you say anything, I just really want to apologize for the event that should not be named.
- The what? - The bachelorette party from hell.
I-I got caught up.
- I acted selfish.
Just - Ella, it's fine.
- And - Is that someone playing piano? I think so.
At a crime scene? You look familiar.
Have we met? What? Then you ask if I like to play cop.
And I say, "No, I like to play in general," Detective, except you were on the other side of the piano.
That's right, yes.
That's what we said when we first met.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing? I'm reminding us both of a life less complicated.
You know, before all that Lieutenant-shaped nonsense.
So we can go back to normal.
For example, I'm sure you remember this little ditty.
Come on, take the top line, Detective.
Don't be shy.
Lucifer.
For once, I agree with you, and I would love nothing more than for things to go back to normal.
Oh.
As long as it means we can get back to work.
Yes, absolutely.
A mystery waits to be solved.
Onwards, Detective.
Oh, anyway, I just really want to apologize for ruining your engagement, Chloe.
You know, I-I made it about me when I should have been listening to your needs.
You know, what I need is to move on.
Agreed.
There's no point dwelling in the past, so let's all move on by moving even further back, shall we? I mean, they're not breast implants, - but in a pinch - Oh, oh, oh.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Whoa, whoa! - Whoa oh! - Oh! No, no, no.
Please stop.
Please stop that.
- Thank you.
- Why? What, they're not evidence, are they? 'Cause I wouldn't be the carefree rogue of yore if they weren't.
Not evidence.
- Just priceless historical artifacts.
- Ooh.
Okay, this baby right here is from the World Series.
Everyone remembers Gibson's home run, but Clay pitched a shutout in Game 2 that was like, boom! Take that, bitches.
Hmm.
Wait, do you not know who Forest "King" Clay is? - No idea.
- Cy Young Award.
World Series MVP.
Beloved American legend? Is that lock broken? Ella, you think this might be a home invasion? Yeah, I know.
I thought that, too, but unis said that it didn't look like anything was taken.
Was Devon home alone? No.
Forest was here, too, but medics took him to the hospital for a head injury.
Apparently the killer knocked him unconscious.
Boom! Take that, bitches.
Lucifer, what are you doing? Oh, right.
You're smoking pot because you smoked evidence that one time next to that suspect's car.
Oh, you remember.
Yes.
And the time at the teen rehab center.
Is it taking you back? It's taking me, well, somewhere.
Can you Guys.
I've got a casing.
Oh, well, that is perfect, Detective.
My shenanigans leading to a break in the case? That is quintessential Deckerstar.
And the eye roll.
Now you're getting it.
We did it, Charlotte.
We split up Pierce and Chloe.
Yay.
Sorry.
Truth is, I don't feel any different.
And if Hell is definitely based on your own guilt, then I'm still screwed.
Look, we did a good thing.
And it's important to celebrate the tiny victories - along the way.
- Right.
But how will I know when it's enough, Amenadiel? How will you know? Well, we're very different, Charlotte.
I'm an angel.
I'll know when my wings are back.
What about until then? Aren't you just as mortal as I am? Well, I su I suppose you're right.
If I were to die right now, I'm I'm not even sure that I would go to Heaven.
If that's the case, then there's definitely no hope for me.
That's where faith comes in, Charlotte.
Hope in the face of hopelessness.
But faith? Angel or not, what I'm hearing is that you're pretty much as clueless as I am.
Maybe we're not so different, after all.
My God, it's Forest Clay.
Who's that? Ah, it's just some famous athlete whose wife was killed.
That's Forest Clay.
Oh, I didn't have you pegged as a sports fan.
No, from my nightmares.
My Hell loop.
If his wife is dead, he did it.
He's the killer.
I was in the kitchen, eating leftovers.
I saw a reflection on the fridge, and I thought it was Devon.
But when I turned around, all I saw was a gun, a-a mask before I was hit in the head.
I woke up on the kitchen floor, and I ran to Devon.
But she was, uh There was so much blood.
I-I I couldn't stop the bleeding.
You don't have to do this right now.
No, I I want to.
Did you see anything that could help identify him? No.
I don't understand who would do this to Devon.
It was him.
Forest killed her.
- Why do you believe that? - 13 years ago, I was an associate at Wheeler Law.
I'd only been there for a few months when my boss, Ben Sr.
, shows at my place in the middle of the night.
He handed me a duffel bag.
Told me simply to incinerate it.
He said it was for an important client: Forest Clay.
Well, what was in the bag? I don't know.
He told me not to open it or to ask any questions.
And honestly, I didn't want to.
Here's the thing, though.
There was dried blood on the outside of that bag.
I'm certain of it.
Yes, but it's quite a leap to thinking Forest killed someone then or now, Charlotte.
After years of working at that firm, I know how they operate.
Deep down, I know what I helped cover up was murder.
I believe her.
Really? - Mm.
- Why? Well, which quintessential response would you like? The obscure enigmatic one or the blunt nonsensical one? How about the truth.
Well, when Charlotte had her mini-death, she went to Hell.
Forest haunted her Hell loop and now is haunting her nightmares Which, sidebar, Dan is also a part of, so things are heating up there.
Oh, well, that sure is nonsense.
Oh, don't worry.
The detective won't believe me.
See? It's classic us.
Look, I know it sounds far-fetched, and what Lucifer just said is flat-out insane.
- Eh.
- Anyway, if Forest killed someone 13 years ago, the odds that he killed again are not unrealistic.
Please, just look into it.
I will do what I always do, which is investigate everyone involved.
But until I get a new lead, I will start with Forest.
Textbook, Detective.
Very good.
Brother, what are you doing here? Personally, I'm avoiding the, uh, boring forensic part of the case, like I normally do.
But you don't day drink.
Something Charlotte said made me think.
Oh.
Maybe celestial beings and humans Luci, maybe they aren't that different.
What, are we talking in bed? 'Cause we all know my skills are preternatural.
But I suppose you, on the other hand I'm talking about the rules of Heaven and Hell, Luci.
It's all based on humans' subconscious, what they think they deserve.
What if that applies to us as well? Right.
That's enough for you, drunky.
No, listen.
When I first lost my wings, I thought Dad was punishing me.
And then I thought that you were somehow my test, that in helping God's most wayward soul, that I would somehow find redemption.
But, Luci, I've just been guessing.
Dad never told me any of those things.
Since when does Dad ever tell us anything? That's exactly my point, brother.
What if He wants us to judge ourselves? So my wings, your wings, your Devil face Brother, what if we're the ones who control all of it? Brother, that is absolutely absurd.
Dad holds the reins.
End of story.
Because if we do have control, why don't you just pop your wings out right now? Hmm? Excuse me.
We might need some room here.
Go on.
Be an angel.
Listen, I'm not sure.
I-I still haven't figured that part out.
Well, I'd stop trying if I were you.
It's exhausting.
No, actually, on second thoughts, ponder needlessly, 'cause it's what you normally do, isn't it? No financial scandals, no personal accusations.
The only nefarious thing Forest ever did was steal a base.
This guy's as squeaky clean as they come.
Well, someone is a dirty little liar.
I was checking out Forest's medical report, and something didn't add up.
He said that the killer knocked him out with a gun, right? Yeah.
Well, bam! Or should I say, no bam? - Hmm? - If a cut is caused by a blunt object, there's a presence of tissue bridging within the wound.
Plus, there'd be pretty major bruising if it was caused by something that knocked him unconscious.
- But there was neither.
- So what caused the wound? That right there, my friend, is an incised cut caused by something sharp.
Bottom line, Mr.
Clay's nose is as long as a Dodger Dog.
He lying.
Maybe Charlotte is onto something.
Careful, Mr.
Clay.
Physical activity may not be wise after, you know, being hit on the head.
Detective, hi.
What's this about? Well, Forensics looked through your medical report.
You weren't hit with a gun.
Well, maybe I didn't see it right.
It happened so fast.
Maybe it was Maybe I should just jump to the old chestnut where you tell me what you desire.
I just don't want anyone to find out.
What, that you killed your wife? No, no, no.
I Th-That I wasn't even there.
Ah.
The night of Devon's murder I was with someone else.
Ooh.
A mistress.
What was her name? Mia Hytner.
I bartend at the West Hills Country Club.
Okay.
And is that how you met Forest? Yes.
He came in a lot, even though he hardly ever drinks.
- Ugh.
- Anyways, before I knew it, we were Hitting a home run? Digging into the dugout? Slamming it out of the park? So you confirm that you and Forest were having an affair and that he was at your apartment the night that Devon Clay was murdered? - Yes.
- And how did he hurt - his head? - Things can get a little wild in bed with us sometimes.
That night, Forest fell onto the nightstand, and he shattered the lamp.
That would explain the sharp cut that Ella described.
Yes.
And furniture-breaking sex doesn't exactly fit with Forest's saintly image.
- And explain why he lied about it.
- Mm.
Try not to judge Forest too harshly.
He wasn't the first to cheat on his marriage.
He would never tell you this, but Devon had been having an affair with her CEO for years.
Was she, now? - Thank you.
- Thank you.
Only one way to sneak up on a demon.
Let her think she's sneaking up on you.
You see, I knew it was only a matter of time before you found my new digs.
Killing me won't send you home.
Keep talking.
The only way you can get to Hell is if Lucifer flies you down.
And the only way he'll do that is if we destroy his life on Earth.
That's why framing Lucifer for your murder was the perfect plan.
Until you weaseled your way out of it.
Well, I have a new plan.
Or, rather, same plan, different victim.
Who's the new sacrificial lamb? God's favorite son.
You want me to kill Amenadiel? Not exactly.
I want you to bring him to me.
Alive but weakened.
Throw me a soft pitch.
I'll kill him.
You want your mark back.
Exactly.
There's no better way to piss off God than killing his favorite son.
I get what I want.
Then we frame Lucifer, and you get what you want.
- It's a win-win.
- Why do you need my help if you're the one who has to do the killing? Well, Amenadiel's angelic powers might be gone, but he still managed to kill me nine times when we fought.
Now that I'm mortal there's no do-overs.
I mean, come on, you're a demon.
He's an angel.
This is what you do.
Unless your time on Earth changed you more than I thought and you're not the merciless badass you used to be.
Nothing's changed.
I'm in.
Devon was the heart and soul of King Clay.
I can't tell you how hard it's been.
Emphasis on the "hard.
" - Excuse me? - We have reason to believe that you were having an affair with Devon Clay.
That's crazy.
Look, I get it.
Being with a married woman, knowing she could never leave her husband because of some stupid company, his giant face staring down at you all day.
I mean, it can be torture working side by side with somebody that you have feelings for.
Especially if you have to deny those feelings, squash 'em.
You know, it can be unbearable.
Yeah.
It sounds awful.
But that was not the situation with me and Devon.
We were just putting in a lot of hours at the office.
We have to hit the shelves before the knockoffs do.
Corporate espionage is a real thing.
Actually caught a spy casing this place just the other day.
Really? Did you press charges? Unfortunately, no.
He ran off - when security approached him.
- Did it occur to you that he might be stalking Devon and not your sneakers? No, God.
Do you think I think I'm gonna need to see all of your security footage.
Yeah.
Right this way.
Dr.
Canaan.
Pleasure.
My office is right this way.
I really hope you understand just how grave the incident was.
You're in experienced hands.
The firm handles cases like this all the time.
Really? Oh, yeah.
How many cases of misdiagnosed chlamydia are there? You'd be surprised? I'm not going anywhere.
- Get out of my way.
- Excuse me one moment.
Not until I talk to Wheeler! - Ben! - Charlotte, what-what's going on? When I left this firm, you asked me why.
The truth? It's because I found out that there are real consequences to what you're doing here, what we did here.
You tell yourself that you're defending the innocent, upholding some oath, but you're pretending.
All of you.
Everything you conceal, every lie you tell, it adds up.
You're just as guilty as the criminals that you represent.
Hell is real.
And, trust me, all of you are going.
You need help, Charlotte.
And so do I.
Where the hell is security? Thank God.
I don't think God's on your side, Ben.
It may be too late for us, but at least I'm trying to fix things.
Maybe you can try, too.
Oh.
My apologies for the interruption, Dr.
Canaan.
Shall we continue? Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't think this is the firm for me.
Old password still good? Sure is.
Got him.
Four separate times, as a matter of fact.
But our facial recognition software's coming up with squat because of his hat and sunglasses.
Average height, average build, no visible scars or tattoos.
I mean, even his shoes are so boring.
Mm, no wonder he's stealing sneaker secrets.
I'll go back over the footage tonight.
Maybe we missed something.
You Dan Espinoza? How dare you.
Hey, hey.
Actually, uh, that's for me.
Whew.
- Ah.
Well, this is like old times, isn't it? - Thanks.
Let me guess, human head or bomb? Wager, anyone? Funny.
No.
This is for Charlotte.
Ta-da! It's a waffle maker.
See, I-I make waffles.
And hers uh, iron is really old.
I'm, like, the waffle king? - Is it weird? - Very.
But I'm glad to see you're back to your normal douchey ways, Daniel.
Well, it's between that and this.
That's pretty.
- It's a waffle.
- Oh.
- That's better, right? - It's still weird, but yes, women tend to prefer jewelry over household appliances.
Not really sure Lucifer's the authority on what women want.
This is amazing.
See this? These are nondisclosure agreements.
Forest Clay and 14 different women.
Spanning two decades The last, Mia Hytner, barely a week ago.
Question: How does this prove that Forest is the killer, though? Well, 300, 400 grand a pop I mean, no one spends that kind of money unless they're trying to cover up something really bad.
Wait.
Joanne Foles.
June 22, 2005.
That's right around the time I got rid of the duffel bag.
I remember.
"24-year-old found strangled in a motel.
" No way the timing is coincidence.
Forest killed that woman, and the proof of it - was in that duffel bag.
- Yeah, but not even one mention of Forest here.
Yeah, you're right.
I may know that Forest did it, but I still can't prove it because of what I did.
Hey, at least we have the victim's name now Maybe that's gonna lead us to some other proof.
Tiny victories, remember? - Hey.
- Dan.
I can come back.
No, no.
I should get going.
Thank you.
Hi.
Maze.
What are you doing here? What's wrong? Everything.
It's all ruined.
I have no one, Amenadiel.
And I don't know how that happened.
Maze, I don't know what you've been going through, but it is never too late to fix things.
You can always be forgiven that is in your hands.
And, um well, for what it's worth, I will always be here for you.
Hello.
Hi, Lucifer! Oh, perfect you're exactly where you need to be.
Who is up for a classic game night, hmm? Well, actually, it's a school night for her, and I was just about to go over - the King Clay security footage.
- Remember, all work and no play makes the detective a shoe.
- Lucifer? - Hmm? This is this is a little weird.
Well, if by "weird," you mean you're transported to a simpler, happier time, then agreed.
Uh, no, no, no, I'm afraid that won't do you landed on the little question mark last time, so come on, do over.
Mom's right, this is weird We can't play the exact same game as we did before, Lucifer.
It's not fun.
Isn't it? Sorry, but I should finish my book report.
Yes, and I should get back to work.
But don't you want to paint a unicorn on my cheek? Well, hold on, wait.
- Um - There we go.
- Okay.
What? - Come here.
Come here.
Lucifer! What are you doing? Here we go.
Wait.
Lucifer, stop.
You liked this before, didn't you? Yes.
I did.
It it meant a lot to me, actually, which is why I don't understand why you're doing this.
Are you making fun of us? No.
No, I'm trying to remind us of how great we are together, to help us get back to normal.
Right.
Well, uh, you know, I thought I wanted that, too, but maybe we can't.
Or at least maybe I can't.
Look right now, normal, it just hurts.
Detective I-I think you should go.
Hey, I got something.
- You do? - Yeah.
Okay, I cross-referenced the times the suspect went to King Clay with Devon's schedule.
Two of the four days, Devon wasn't even there.
But guess who was.
- Forest Clay? - All four times the skulker was there Right on Forest's heels.
So what if Forest was the intended target all along? What if, what if Devon just got shot by mistake? Wow.
That is a great theory.
- Yeah.
- Uh, are you okay? Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working, and, you know, I drank a lot of caffeine.
Like, a lot.
Was it because of Pierce? No.
No.
I I don't think any of this is really about Pierce.
I think if I'm honest with myself all of this is about Lucifer.
Lucifer's the the reason that I said yes to Pierce, and he's also the reason that I said no.
Wow, again.
I'm just so sorry that I got wrapped up in the whole idea of beautiful "Pecker" babies that I forgot to check in with you.
Like like, really check in with you.
- Ella, it's okay.
- Tell me what I can do for you right now.
Uh, you can help me focus on work.
- You got it.
- Okay.
So, if Forest was the killer's actual target, what's the motive? I think I know.
That's A.
J.
Agholor.
In 2005, he went to jail for the murder of Joanne Foles.
But A.
J.
didn't do it.
Forest did.
A.
J.
's motive was revenge.
How did you figure all of this out? This is a list of women that Forest paid off for the last 20 years.
And look.
Joanne signed a $300,000 NDA on June 22.
She was killed on June 25, - the same night I got the bag.
- Charlotte, this could all be a bunch of coincidences, especially to a jury full of Forest Clay fans.
Yes, but a lot of coincidences is a pattern.
And here's the kicker.
A.
J.
got out of prison just three weeks ago.
Motive and opportunity.
It all fits.
All right.
We got to find this guy.
Where's Amenadiel? I decided you were wrong.
Killing Amenadiel won't get your mark back.
God isn't a drive-thru You can't just order what you want.
No.
You chickened out.
Gone soft, like I thought.
Know what? I'll do it myself.
Where do you think you're going? How's that for soft? We found this in your car, A.
J.
It matches the casing that was found next to Devon Clay's body.
Now, I don't think you meant to kill Devon.
I don't.
I think that you were following Forest for weeks, you broke into his house when you knew he'd be home alone, only he wasn't Devon surprised you.
You panicked, and you shot her.
You've been in prison for 13 years for a crime you didn't commit.
It's understandable that you would want revenge.
Yeah.
But not for me.
For Joanie.
We were gonna get married.
She broke it off.
- For Forest? - Yeah.
Only she didn't tell me that was his name back then.
She was too scared.
Scared? He used to hurt her.
She said she was gonna leave him.
Then one night, she calls me crying, screaming.
Next thing I knew, I'm going down for murder.
- When did you find out that it was Forest? - When I got out of jail, I went to go see Joanie's mom.
She told me that's who Joanie was dating when she died.
Did she, or you, have any proof? Mm-mm.
Damn.
More hearsay.
Ah, Charlotte.
Who's that? He killed Devon Clay.
Long story.
So the detective caught the bad guy.
Without me.
All right, thank you.
Yeah, he's not the real bad guy.
Thank you.
I know you're gonna say there's still no proof.
No, I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for helping me solve this case.
And I might have an idea of how to solve yours.
Okay.
Time out.
Time out.
Geez.
I won't go after Amenadiel.
You won't? You're probably right it wouldn't work anyway.
I had to kill you before, but now I just want to.
Okay, you could kill me, sure, but Linda would die, too.
- You're full of it.
- Maybe I knew you weren't gonna follow through, so I needed a fail-safe.
Liar! Call her.
Tell her to look out her window.
Now I'm really gonna kill you.
Hey, get me a beer, will ya? Hello, Forest.
Charlotte Richards, what are you doing here? Oh, I just stopped by to tell you that I know about everything.
Everyone, actually.
Stephanie, Diane, Jaylyn about every woman that you abused and then paid off.
Most recently, Mia, of course.
She told me how you actually got that cut on your head.
I told her how you were getting rough again.
How you started to strangle me.
I tried to get you to stop, but you wouldn't.
So I pushed you.
And you hit your head against the lamp.
How much do you want? Money? Well, a pattern of domestic abuse going back decades is pretty bad.
But murder? Whew, let's see, carry the one Yeah, all of it.
Murder? What are you talking about? Joanne Foles.
Ring a bell? You can stop pretending, Forest.
Cat's out of the bag.
Or rather, the bloody duffel bag.
Yeah, you remember giving that to Ben Sr.
, right? Well, see, hmm, he gave it to his young and hungry first-year associate: me.
And here's the thing, I kept it.
I thought it might come in handy someday.
I'll get my check book.
Turns out I'm a pretty smart lady.
Not that smart.
Knock, knock.
It's Lucifer.
Come to save the day.
Everybody stay calm.
Just get back and I mean it.
I mean it! Forest, let her go.
Hey, I didn't mean to kill Joanie.
It was an accident.
I'm sick.
I need your help.
Thanks for your help.
I am not gonna help you this time.
Hands up.
Let her go, Forest.
Was that enough of a confession, Detective? Yes.
We recorded everything.
It's over, Forest.
Let her go.
Turn around.
Wow.
It's a good place to celebrate.
Yes, it is.
I have been coming here ever since I realized that this may be the closest to Heaven that I'll ever get.
Hmm.
Me, too.
You know, I've been telling myself that I've been doing God's work.
But, uh, if I'm honest I think I've been doing it all for myself.
To get my Father to give me my wings back.
But you know something, Charlotte? I think, uh I think I'm the one who took my wings away.
Great.
We're both broken.
Yeah.
Well, I guess angels really are just as flawed as humans, or at least I am.
Hey, at least we have each other.
Tiny victories, right? Tiny? Uh, may I point out that you just stopped a serial abuser? A murderer.
Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt a lot of women.
No.
But because of you he will never hurt anyone ever again.
And I'm pretty sure that you didn't do that just for yourself, did you? Maybe not.
Well done, Detective.
And, uh, point taken.
What do you mean? Well, you put away not one, but two bad guys today.
All without my help.
So it's become very clear that you well, you don't need me.
That's okay, Detective, because with that realization came another.
Hmm.
If you don't need me, then we've been working together all this time because you want to.
Because you choose to.
You did choose me.
You were right.
I've been trying to go back to the way things were.
You know, playing our greatest hits, because I've been avoiding dealing with things in the present like how I feel about you.
I was afraid.
Afraid that you'd want me 'cause you've only seen certain sides of me.
That if you saw all of me knew all of me, you would run away.
Lucifer.
- Detective, it's true.
- No.
The other side of me is it's bad.
It's monstrous, even.
But you wanted the truth, and you deserve the truth.
Right now, I can't show it to you, so I'm just gonna have to tell you.
Detective Chloe I am the Devil.
No, you're not.
Not to me.
Oh.
Oh.
Let me turn this off.
Right.
Oh.
Oh, it's I'm so sorry.
I have to take this.
Of course, no.
Yeah.
Detective, what's wrong? Hey, just hold on, Charlotte.
I'm, uh, I'm gonna get help.
I already survived death once.
I think twice is asking too too much.
No.
You're gonna be okay.
Why did you do that? Why did you jump in front of me like that? It wasn't for myself, that's for damn sure.
Will you s-stay with me? Yes.
Yes, I promise.
Let's go home.