Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All I ever wanted was to empower you…

I'm-- I'm assuming.

Wasn't sure you still had it in you.

Job after job, real estate, chiropractor school…

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

Last week, Juan spray-painted this on the side of our castle.

[Michael sighs]

Yeah, but I would never employ a Peterson.

That's, um… [chuckles]

Well, enjoy your eternity here, then,

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

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

Michael impersonated me, tried to ruin my life.

And that's, um…

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

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

convincing a friend to shoot me

[clears throat]

-It tracks with what we know. -Yeah, but something doesn't track.

-[God] Mm. Mmm. -Hmm.

You know, to help us to solve the case.

Oh, I blame you plenty.

Samael, Mi-ka-el. [chuckles]

Solving a very important case.

[clears throat]

I brought soufflé.

I was smoking pot. Okay? It's the only way I can deal with my brothers.

Yeah, that's a bit dramatic.

Well, I mean, except for the rain.

I don't entirely hate you.

You've done so well getting out from under dear old Dad's thumb.

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

They just saw the fire, rushed out, only to find…

-[scoffs] -In fact, I was looking forward to it.

Of course you're family.

Is that my grandson over there? Huh.

[Michael] Good morning, brother. Good morning, Father.

-[scoffs] -[thunder rumbles]

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

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

Hard to beat a secret serial killer.

When we were talking, and, uh, you were about to say…

bam, that's your killer.

And impersonating me, ravaging my life,

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

You're banishing him?

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

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

Come now, Samael.