All language subtitles for THE_LAIR_SEASON_1_EPISODE_2

Previously on The Lair...

What I'm trying to tell you
is that all those murders

you've been writing about
for the past year

are all linked to that club.

- The Lair?
- It's a real private place.

The kind of place where
certain types of men go?

No identities. No guilt.

Hi. Eric.
Here by invitation.

I'm Colin.
The house manager.

- So you know how we operate.
- I think so.

I saw you today.

- Jonathan.
- I saw you with him.

Oh, I am not cheating on you.

You stop comparing me to your
ex-boyfriends, okay?

- You want this.
- I'm not even sure what ''this'' is.

I think it's got something to do with the
John Doe murders.

Myths and Legends
of the Coast.

This is where
I've seen it before!

I can't be a part of it anymore.

I gotta get away.

This isn't good enough?
I thought you loved this.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to cause a problem. Okay, Jimmy?

Whoa. Members only.

But I'd like
to talk to Frankie.

What do you want?

You forgot
something today.

Don't ever come back
here again!

Or you'll be sorry.

Are you threatenin' me?

You better just
remember what I said!

Oh my God! What
happened to you?

Nothing! Nothing. It was...
it was an accident.

It just... forget it,
all right?

Hey!

What do you want?
Augh!

Jonathan!

The events of that day

led me into
a troubled night.

And I found myself more
confused with each passing hour.

Jonathan had disappeared.

And while I tried
to understand him,

I constantly fought
with the fear

that something terrible
had happened to him.

What?

Jonathan, where have you been?
I've been going crazy.

I just had this horrible feeling
that you were in trouble, and needed help.

I'm so sorry, Thom.

I'll never run out on you
like that again.

? I can see the blade ?

? You wield ?

? Can you find the day ?

? You heal ?

? I don't justify ?

? The times reveal ?

? I find peace of mind ?

? Back here ?

? Wished you could
wade again ?

? Through my home
today ?

? Wished you could
have played again ?

? In my room today ?

? I'm in control ?

? In here ?

What? Jonathan,
where are you going?

I have to go now.

Go? What are you
talking about?

You were right.

I was in trouble.

I needed your help.

Why didn't you
help me, Thom?

- No!

So a horse walks
into a bar,

and the bartender
says, ''Why the long face?''

''Hay.''

Snappy comeback.

You look pale.

I feel pale.

Let me guess.
Jonathan?

What, does it show?

- He's just so...

I don't know.
I can't explain.

- Suspicious?
- Yeah.

- Untrusting?
- Yeah.

Constantly jumping
to the wrong conclusions?

What, are you psychic?

No. I just happen to have

the same type of
relationship.

Really? Jimmy?

He seems so into you.

Trust me. He can be
a real piece of work.

Maybe if he had
a job,

he wouldn't spend so much
time worrying about you.

Ouch. He's trying,

but there's not a lot
of work here

during the off season.

You know, ever since
he got laid off,

he doesn't know what
to do with himself.

Gets him down,
and, uh...

makes him mean
sometimes.

Face it. You like the idea

of trying to reform bad boys.

What you really need is someone
who's gonna appreciate you.

Look who's giving advice.

Hello?

Oh. Hi, honey.

Yes. I know.
I'm-- I'm sorry, too.

You know what? I can't
do this right now.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Sheriff,
the medical examiner

determined the cause
of death to be

the same as all the others.

Cardiac arrest, brought on
by massive blood loss.

Seems almost...
ritualistic.

I agree.

But who, or what,
would do this?

Takes all kinds of freaks
to make up this world.

You know, there's been
an increasing number

of tourists that have
come into the area

over the past few years,
and...

that drug the kids are on,

that...Saint...

has brought a criminal element to
town that didn't exist before.

Yes, worse than that.

Well, now that I got
a live one,

maybe my luck will change.

That young boy you
brought in today

is barely alive.

If he can just hold on,

you might get the lead
you're after.

He was in pretty bad shape
when they pulled him out.

Do you know who he is?

Driver's license says
his name is Tryon.

Jonathan Tryon.

It says here that amulet

was part of a bigger
collection of pieces

believed to have been
created before

this place became a town.

You know what? Maybe it was
made by the same people

who built those megalithic
ruins out by the old spring?

I wouldn't be surprised.

- I haven't gotten that far yet.

Hello.

Yeah, this is Thom.

What?

Oh my God!

Yeah, of course!
Right away!

Thom, what's wrong?

It's Jonathan.
He's in the hospital.

In the hospital?
Is he okay?

I don't know. They just said
get down there right away.

You know what?
I'll drive you.

Wait. I had this
crazy dream last night.

He came to me, and he said
he needed my help!

Thom, that was
just a dream.

I'm sure he's fine.
Let's go. C'mon.

So.

How's he doing?

Well, he seems
to be conscious,

but there's no motor
activity at all.

No response.
No reflexes.

But technically,
he's not comatose.

So what's your diagnosis?

It's puzzling.

Essentially, he's in shock.

Perhaps brought on by
the massive loss of blood.

His mind is just shut down.

So is he, uh,
gonna come out of this?

It's impossible
to tell right now.

He could be hearing us,
and unable to respond.

All we can do is wait,
and...

keep him comfortable.

Just remember, Doc.

We got a dead guy
down in the morgue.

I want some answers.

We'll do what we can.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Are you Thom?

Yeah, I am. Is he okay?

How well do you
know this guy?

I found your business
card in his wallet.

He's my boyfriend.

Do you know what
happened to him?

No. I don't.

The last time I saw him
was around 6:30 last night.

He didn't come home.

Do you know where he was?

Who he could have been
with last night?

No.

You guys live together.

Yeah.
We live together.

Did you have a fight?

Why don't you lay off
the third degree, sheriff?

I've already told you,
he doesn't know.

I'd just like
to hear it from him.

We had a few words.

Nothing you'd call
a fight.

I suppose you don't
know anything.

Just what he said.

Of course.
Nobody knows nothin'.

Okay. If you don't mind,

I've got a couple of
questions of my own to ask.

Shoot.

Well, what's wrong with him,
and why is he being restrained?

The restraints
are there to protect him

if he comes
out of this suddenly.

They're for his own good.

As for what's wrong
with him...

I can't discuss
any medical information

unless you're a relative,
or have power of attorney.

Look, I'm as close to family
as he's got. You gotta tell me.

What I can tell you
is that we don't know very much.

I kind of hoped that
the sight of someone he knew

might strike something
deep inside of him.

Sometimes that's all
it takes.

But-- clearly,
that's not happening.

Jonathan.

It's Thom.
Can you hear me?

Can you blink an eye?

Move a finger? Anything?

Looks like this is
part of a much bigger picture.

The John Doe murders?

You can bet on it.

Except your boyfriend
here got lucky.

He have any... unusual
friends you know of?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Look, kid. I'm just
trying to find out

what happened to
your boyfriend, okay?

I need a lead!
Something to go on.

Now he probably knows
who did this to him.

But he can't tell me.

So maybe you can.

I'm sorry. I wish
I could help you.

So does he.

Come on, Doc.

Francis.

I want you to know how deeply it
pains me to have to punish you.

Nothing brings me
less joy.

- I know, Damian.
- But when you openly defy me,

what choice do you
leave me?

And your attempt
to betray me hurts.

I thought we were friends.

I down't know what you think
you were doing.

Your actions have put us
all in grave danger.

I was just trying to make
a couple of bucks

by selling the necklace.

It was wrong. I didn't
mean to cause any trouble.

But you did.

And for what?

Don't I provide you
everything you need?

Food? A home?

And most importantly,
my protection?

- Yes, Damian.
- Yet you seek to undermine my authority.

I wasn't trying
to undermine you.

I'm very grateful for all
that you do for me. I am.

And I'm sorry. You've
got to believe me.

I do.

Now I understand you have
some news for me.

That guy.

- Fella from last night?
- The boy with the necklace.

Yes?

He's not dead.

Not dead?

I dropped him off
the Old Coast Road,

just like you told me.

He sure looked dead!

But then I heard on
the radio that

a guy was found out there,
and he was still alive.

Just barely.

But alive.

Interesting.

I wonder if he's conscious.

They said he was
at the hospital.

In a coma or something.

He hasn't said a word.

This is distressing,
Francis.

But maybe not too late
to correct the situation.

We'll have to think about
this, won't we?

What are you going to do?

Such carelessness
could cost us all our lives.

I didn't know he was alive.
I swear it.

I thought he was dead
just like the others.

I wasn't referring
to you, Frankie.

No?

We keep living
in the old ways.

I can't help think that
it's time for a new approach.

New thinking. New blood.

Was it not
under Damian's reign

that we were banished
by the Avatar?

Forcing us to live
like wild animals?

I don't think Damian's gonna
be changing things anytime soon.

Neither do I,
but we can dream, can't we?

You better be careful
what you dream, Colin.

It could be
a very bad thing.

Yes, indeed.

But, for who?

Hey, Doc.
Got your message.

What's up?

Something I thought
might interest you.

If it has to do with this stiff,
you've got my attention.

Well, I ran tests
using a U. V. light.

Brings up blood and other
forms of D.N.A. on the body.

I found both, but the most
interesting thing is this.

- What is that?
- Looks like fluorescent ink.

Probably from a rubber stamp.

Perhaps he picked it up
at a nightclub somewhere.

So you're thinking
this guy partied

before somebody
spilled his guts?

Well, I'm just
telling you what I found.

Son of a bitch.

At work again?

You know I must.

It is, as always,
beautiful to behold.

It is a curse.

And one you are
well aware of.

But what a lovely curse,

to be young forever.

But at what cost?

True.

In order to survive,

you must forever
commit acts of supreme evil.

And each and every evil act
is hideously reflected

in the face of that painting.

God, I can't bear
to look at it.

You've done well,

to paint over
the decay and rot.

Your hand is steady.

The total sum of all your
wickedness lies in that canvas.

I feel sorry for you,
my friend.

I truly do.

Well, don't.

If anything should happen
to that painting,

it would be the death of
all of us, not just me.

This curse that haunts me is the
very thing that gives you life.

It's also the very thing
that took my life.

Do you expect pity
from me, Colin?

Pity is for the living.

Envy is for the dead.

Oh, spare me your speeches.

We have a situation
to concern ourselves with.

So I've heard.

What shall be done?

I will go to the hospital

to finish our business
with this young man.

Will he be joining us later?

I don't fancy him.

Do you?

No.

I don't.

Good.

Then death will be
his final destination.

And on to other matters.

I've been hearing whisperings.

Tiny voices.

I don't like them
or trust them.

They disturb me.

Have you heard them as well?

I've heard nothing.

Good.

You would tell me
if you've heard something,

wouldn't you?

Of course.

My first allegiance
is to you.

Then there is nothing
to discuss.

You serve me well,

my little Colin.

? I'm never gonna
win you alone ?

? I wanna get on your nerves ?

? Gonna rush you on a ????

? That's what you deserve ?

? Gonna violate
all of your foes ?

- ? You'll never get away ?

? You're kneeling
at my throne ?

? Each and every day ?

? I'm gonna get you ?

? Never gonna let you ?

? I wanna be ?

? I wanna be ?

? I wanna be your bastard ?

? I wanna be ?

? I wanna be ?

? I wanna be your bastard ?

? I wanna be your bastard ?

Here.

You've got to eat
something, Thom.

Come on.

I should be there
with him.

I mean, what if he wakes
up and I'm not there?

Why won't they let me stay?

Look, like it or not,

you're not a member
of his immediate family.

And being his boyfriend
just doesn't

get you special privileges.

It's not fair.

I'm the only family he's got.

The kid's been kicked around from
foster home to foster home his whole life.

We finally meet each other,
and now he needs me.

I can't even help him.

If anything were to happen,

you're going to be the first
person that they call.

I shouldn't be shut out
like this.

I know.

But...they know
what they're doing.

What do they know?

I mean, Jonathan's
sitting there,

staring off into space
like a zombie,

with a bite mark in his neck
from God knows what.

They don't even have
a clue.

It's pretty freaky,
all right.

It's almost like a--

vampire's bite.

Could there even be
such a thing?

I mean-- I know
it sounds crazy,

but the other victims all died
with the same marks on them.

Thom. If there was
really a vampire,

and he was biting
somebody every night,

that would be 365
attack a year.

Now, if everyone who had
gotten bitten

turned into a vampire--

What if being bitten
by a vampire

doesn't automatically
turn you into one?

I mean, what if being killed
by one doesn't even do it?

I don't know.
I know it sounds crazy.

But the book, it refers
to sorcery and witchcraft

centering around
the old spring.

I mean, supposedely there
were covens of witches,

dating back 200 years.

Both male and female.

Thom, that was 200 years ago!

Don't you think they would
all be dead by now?

Maybe they don't stay dead.

It's time.

Time to rise.

Time to join us.

Eric.

Listen to the sound
of my voice.

Hear the sound
of my voice.

I command you to listen.

You will hear the sound
of my voice.

Hear it,

and rise.

Come to me.