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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.