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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 all link to that club.

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.

Who did that to you? No one!

He's not dead. Not dead?

That young boy you brought in today is barely alive.

I can't discuss any medical information unless you're a relative.

I'm as close to family as he's got.

Looks like this is part of a much bigger picture.

- The John Doe Murders. - You can bet on it.

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

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

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

Perhaps you picked it up in a nightclub somewhere.

- There's a curse. - But what a lovely curse.

To be young forever.

It's almost like a vampire's bite.

Could there even be such a thing?

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.

Come.

I once wrote a story for the Sunday edition.

Quite an honor for me.

It dealt with the discovery of concrete foundations

so old that even its memory had crumbled.

Everyone pretended like they'd never heard of the place.

It took a bit of research to find out

what the secret of the concrete was.

It was a Japanese detainment camp from World War II.

I guess that's how creatures like Colin and his kind get by.

living and feeding off of people's fear and shame.

1 2 noon.

I wonder what they're dreaming about right now.

We ran this guy Jonathan's prints and DMV record

and came up with some parents in West Virginia.

Unfortunately, they've been dead a long time,

and we can't find any other relatives.

I've got a hunch that a course of treatments

in ultrasonic trans-cranial surgery

might lead to some positive results,

but we can't proceed without a signed consent.

Trust me, Doc,

no one wants this guy up and talking more than I do.

Hell, I'd sign the form myself

if I thought I could get away with it.

If this could be perceived as an emergency,

then we could take drastic measures.

Well, we certainly could make an argument for it.

It's been done before.

I just have to get a judge behind it.

I'll get the wheels rolling in the morning.

Maybe we'll get some action.

- This is Belmont.

Doctor, you need to come down the morgue right away.

- Something wrong? - It's the body, doctor.

- What about it? - It's gone.

What?

The body's gone.

I'll be right there.

Did I just hear that right?

There must be some kind of mix-up somewhere.

Yeah, well, you better hope so.

I mean, bodies don't just get up and walk out of the morgue.

Yeah. Well, this one just did.

This really is true. He's gone.

Well, at the risk of sounding like a wiseass,

there's no signs of a struggle here.

Well, wherever he went,

he went naked.

Sheriff...

security camera.

What the hell are we waiting for? Come on.

I think you're holding out on me, Thom.

I only have my hunches.

I mean, it didn't occur to me until later

that last night, my phone rang, and when I answered it,

the only thing I heard on the other line was music.

It was like it was coming from some kind of a club or a party.

- Who was it? - That's just it.

There was no one on the other line.

I mean, I think it was Jonathan,

but he either changed his mind

or he couldn't talk and he hung up.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

We had some words over a meeting I took with this guy

who promised me straight dope on the John Doe killings.

The meeting was a bust, except for the necklace the guy gave me.

What I didn't know is that Jonathan was spying on me.

And he thought that you were seeing someone else behind his back?

Yeah. I tried to explain,

and I thought I worked things out,

but when I got out of the shower, he was gone,

along with the necklace and a book of matches.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Book of matches?

Yeah, from that place The Lair.

The Lair? The sex club?

You think he went there that night?

Yeah, I think he did.

I think he went to go see that Frankie guy for himself.

He didn't believe me.

If this is true,

you have got to tell Sheriff Trout about it.

Oh, it's true, all right.

There's only one way to find out.

Thom, you have got to let the police handle this.

Maybe.

Either way, I need to see for myself

before I go pointing a finger at anybody.

If I think it's a job for Jon, I'll give him first crack at it.

Fine. But please be careful.

You're a damn good journalist.

You are no secret agent.

Gentlemen.

From time to time, as you all know,

The Lair opens its arms

and welcome a new member into the inner sanctum.

It is indeed a very special and rare occasion

and something to celebrate.

I hope and trust that each of you

appreciates how much I care for you

and that my hospitality won't go unrecognized.

I'd like to introduce you to my latest creation.

I think you'll find him very eager and inventive.

Enjoy.

Hi.

Home kinda late, aren't you?

I was with Thom, He had a--

Yeah, yeah, I got your message.

This took all day?

Did you eat already?

No, no, I didn't eat.

I don't have any money, remember?

Someone forgot to leave me something.

Jimmy, I'm sorry. l--l--I forgot.

Forgot? What would happen if I were to forget

every time someone needed something from me?

Like what?

What'd you say?

Nothing.

I don't want an argument.

I'm gonna just make you something to eat.

You think I like being in this house all by myself?

You think I like being out here in the middle of nowhere, huh?

You think I like that?

You think anybody would like that?

I know how you feel.

Maybe you could find something to do during the day.

Oh, is this a job thing?

Are you gonna bring that up now?

You gonna throw that in my face?

Jimmy, what do you want me to do?

I want you to get in that bedroom,

and I'm gonna show you what I want you to do.

This is a private club, sir.

You're gonna need an invitation from a member to get in.

I'm not here for a good time.

I'm with Island Gleaner...

and I'm looking for Frankie.

For a janitor, that Frankie really gets around.

If I let you in, what's in it for me?

I'll give you a peek at next week's horoscope.

- He's at the bar. - Thanks.

Frankie!

I've been looking for ya.

What do you want?

We didn't finish our business yesterday.

If I were you, I'd get out of here, now!

You're not me, so let's chat for a little while.

You're sticking your neck out even by being here.

Why?

They don't know me.

They know everything...

and everybody.

And what they don't know, they find out.

You're acting like they're super-human or something.

You don't know the half of it.

I don't know who they are!

Trust me, you don't want to.

Frankie...

what happened to my boyfriend last night?

I don't know your boyfriend.

Oh, sure you do.

The guy you came here with the necklace you gave me.

I told you I don't know him.

Look, you're messing with the wrong people.

My friend is in a hospital bed like a zombie

and no one knows what's wrong with him,

but I think you do.

It has something to do with that necklace.

What is it?

Is it witchcraft?

The worst you could ever imagine.

Now get away from me before they catch on to you.

I'm not through talking with you.

Yes, you are. Hey.

I tried to be nice to you,

and this is how you're gonna repay me?

- We're just talking. - And now you're done.

Come on.

More man-trouble, Francis?

I swear to God, I didn't lead that guy here.

Swear to God.

How very quaint.

What did he want?

He knows that guy that was here last night,

the guy in the hospital.

He wants to know what happened to him.

Really?

You know, it's such a small world when you get right down to it.

A newspaper reporter.

Strictly small-time stuff.

I wonder if he writes the obituaries.

I must be going crazy.

Well, if you are, we're in this together.

Is it possible that guy's been in a coma the whole time,

and we just didn't know it?

Well, there's no other answer.

I checked him myself.

He had no recordable heartbeat, no pulse.

Hell, he didn't have enough blood in him to fill a Dixie cup.

And yet, he's alive and well enough

to walk away under his own power.

I need to speak to Jonathan Tryon now more than ever.

I'd be very interested to hear what he has to say.

Well, I gotta get down to the station

and put an A.P.B. out on that stiff.

Maybe somebody's seen something.

Well, let me know.

Thom.

Your life is so meaningless.

Soon your boyfriend will be dead,

and you will be all alone.

It's a sad time for everyone.

Especially you,

since you caused his death.

It was your fault that he went out last night.

And now the only way you can join him

is in death.

Yes.

It's true.

I need you to do the right thing, Thom.

You know what you need to do.

Otherwise you will never find peace.

I know what to do.

You'll be together.

You'll be so happy.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Look, I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong.

And nothing makes something like that right.

I got angry. I get frustrated, you know?

Look, I said I was sorry.

I get so worked up, I just can't help myself.

Aren't you gonna say something?

Good-bye.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Somebody! Help!

Aah!

Thom?

Oh, my God! Thom!

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Are you okay?

I don't know what happened.

I couldn't stop myself.

Thank God I got here when I did.

Is it voodoo or witchcraft?

I mean, what can make a person

do something like that against their will?

Maybe it's some sort of post-hypnotic suggestion that's triggered by--

Hell, I don't know.

The book said the coven was driven underground,

and they're still rumored to exist in secret.

They wait for their chance to return to power.

Thom, that's too fantastic.

Stuff like that doesn't happen.

Maybe it's drugs.

People get killed over that all the time.

Saint, ice

But not witchcraft.

Yeah? What about the necklace, huh?

You gonna tell me that's not the same one as in the book?

I'm not saying it isn't,

but it doesn't prove that there are gay vampire witches

operating a sex club on the island.

But if you think I'm in danger, then so is Jonathan,

and maybe you, too.

At least I know where my danger is.

Well, Jonathan's helpless.

They're keeping a close watch on him.

They don't know what we know.

Then maybe we better get back over there.

Yeah.

Jonathan, I'm here.

So far, so good. At least he's okay.

We're gonna have to take turns guarding him tonight.

Huh. As long as Sheriff Trout doesn't try to run us out.

Now why would he want to do that?

Look, somebody tried to kill me tonight.

I know it sounds crazy,

and you're probably not gonna believe this, but--

Look, after what's happened tonight,

I'm ready to believe just about anything.

What happened?

That dead guy in the morgue?

Yeah?

He got up and walked outta here.

He's alive?

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

What happened to you?

l--I know it sounds crazy,

but something came over me,

and it's like I was possessed,

and I put this rope around my neck.

I tried to hang myself.

And he would have succeeded

if I didn't get there when I did.

And what happened to you?

I...got in an accident, okay?

Uh-huh.

Let me show you something interesting.

Can you lift up his right hand for me?

Dr. Belmont did a little test

on John Doe there while we still had him.

He used a black light to search for DNA samples.

What do you think he found?

DNA?

Correct.

But he also found a little rubber stamp

of a skull on the back of his hand.

The kind that you sometimes get

when you go into a nightclub.

And guess what?

Your boy has the same mark on the back of his hand.

Look, kid,

you're playing with fire here.

Now, you two need to come with me

to Dr. Belmont's office, now.

I wanna be somebody

Be somebody soon

I wanna be somebody

Be somebody, too

I wanna be somebody

Be somebody soon

I wanna be somebody

Be somebody, too

I'll be back.

I guess the sheriff has brought you up to speed

on what's been going on around here.

Frankly, I'm stumped.

Nothing is as it seems,

and it's more important than ever

that your friend Jonathan be revived.

What can I do?

Well, you see, the problem is

I need to get a signature

from a member of the immediate family to proceed,

and I can't locate any of them.

I'd like to try ultrasonic trans-cranial surgery

on Mr. Tryon.

It's completely non evasive.

I believe it has a fair chance to succeed.

Well, I've already offered to sign it, but you won't let me.

You know we can't do that.

But we're petitioning the judge to overrule that in this instance.

Well, that would be great, but we need someone

- in the room with him at all times. - Why is that?

Because I think whoever did this to him wants to finish the job.

They might come in here looking for him.

The kid here says that some kind of power

caused him to try and hang himself.

He thinks they're all marked for murder

by a coven of devil worshipers or...something.

Not devil worshipers, witches or something

Regardless, they're not fooling around.

You've been under a lot of stress, son.

Maybe the sheriff can help put your mind at ease.

I can station a man there by morning.

Good. All we need is to post somebody there until then.

We'll stay.

Fair enough.

Good.