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Previously on The Lair...

What I'm
trying to tell you

is that all the murders
you've been writing about

- all link to that club.
- The Lair?

Whoa. Members only.

Aah!

He's not dead.

Not dead?

It's almost like a...

vampire's bite.

Could there even
be such a thing?

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 bigger picture.

The John Doe murders.

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

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

It is a curse.

But what a lovely curse:

to be young forever.

I want you to get
in that bedroom,

and I'm gonna show you

what I want you
to do.

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

Is it witchcraft?

The worst
you could ever imagine.

''Now the only way
you can join him

is in death.''

God!

Oh, my God! Thom!

What can make a person

do something like that
against their will?

Whoever did this to him
wants to finish the job.

They might come
looking for him.

The time I've gone missing
has been...considerable.

I can't help wondering

if anyone out there
is even looking for me.

It's been days
since this nightmare began.

Sometimes I wish the sun
would finally set,

and this could all end...

one way or another.

Hey!

What's going on?

I'm sorry. May I
ask who you are?

I was gonna ask you
the same question.

I was looking for a doctor.

He's in his office.
We just left him.

If he okay?

He's fine.

I'm Matthews
from cardiology.

I'm off-duty,

but I thought
I might check on him.

Oh. Sorry if I startled you.
I'm Thom Etherton.

Thom Etherton?
The newspaper writer?

Yeah. Do I know you?

I've read your column.

I've especially
enjoyed your pieces

on the John Doe murders.

Have you come up
with anything new?

I'm right in the middle
of it, actually.

I'd like to talk
to you more, later.

It is him.

After 200 years,
he's come back.

He didn't recognize me,

but I must
make him remember.

He must remember.

Thom, look at his eyes.

They're closed now.

I know.
And he's breathing hard.

Maybe we should
get Dr. Belmont.

I'll go, okay?

Okay.

Although you may find it
difficult to believe, Colin,

I do know
what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm certain it's
exactly as you said.

It's just not necessary
that I believe it.

You think I'm a fool.

But as I sit here tonight,

I tell you
I saw Richard Devere,

the man that painted
that portrait,

the man that I killed,
alive.

The man that you killed
two centuries ago.

He didn't know
who I was.

It would
be a simple matter

to have him killed
once again,

and then your problem
will be solved.

Killed?

I dare not.

I've lived with that
cursed painting for years,

constantly reminding me

that I destroyed the one
true person I ever loved.

You?

In love?

I couldn't convince
him of it then,

and I've had an eternity
to dwell on it since.

But Devere cursed you
in that portrait.

He also gave me
eternal life,

to never grow old.

He wanted me to be
with him forever,

and I was too young
to realize it then,

and I killed him
for it.

That's not really
Richard Devere.

He only looks
like Devere.

And if you wait
another hundred years,

you're gonna find another one
that looks just like him.

I am the master here,
Colin.

I am your master,

and I will decide
what is best for us all.

For you,
this means nothing,

but for me,

it's as vivid in my mind
as if it were yesterday.

Richard was magic to me.

I'd met him amongst
the cafes of Boston,

and there was an attraction,

and I could not stop myself

from wanting to be
with him constantly.

But there was a dark side
to Richard Devere,

something
that I later learned

was not of this
or any other life.

When Devere chose me
as his next subject,

I was honored,

and a bit apprehensive

that I should
be the center focus

of his total concentration.

Whatever we shared
between us

manifested itself
in that painting,

and it frightened me.

It was as if a part
of my very soul

had been trapped
inside those brushstrokes.

At times I felt
as if I were on fire.

Devere revealed to me

the glorious visions
of the damned,

and in doing so,

passed his damnation
onto myself.

Richard Devere
had wrought upon me

the curse of his own
immortality,

but at such
a terrible price.

Was I to be his lover
or his ultimate victim?

It was then that a plan of retaliation
formed within me.

I had been so many things
in my life--

some of utter
respectability,

others as low
as a human may sink.

But I'd never been a victim.

In the cellar,

I found the ancient tomb
of Richard Devere.

I dared not open it,

for fear of what
I would find inside.

Could Devere's curse
be ended

by the mere act
of killing him?

I tried not to pity him

as I looked down
upon his sleeping form.

Quickly,
all respect for humanity

and the sanctity of life
began to wash away from me,

and I felt only the passion

to slay this monster
who had betrayed me.

The deed was done,

and I had
only but little hope

that I was not already
as Devere had been.

His desire to bind me
to him forever had failed.

The painting had changed,

and in its place
was the face of a monster--

a hideous, twisted vision

that had just minutes earlier
been my own.

And now I knew the full
depth and meaning

of Devere's final curse.

Even from beyond the grave,
he bound himself to me,

for every act of evil
I have ever committed since

has returned to haunt me
in that portrait.

And what do you hope
to achieve by all this?

Forgiveness.

What's wrong with him?

He's in love.

In love?

He doesn't love anything.

He's not capable of it.

It's a fool's folly,
my friend,

and one that I'm certain's
gonna bring about his downfall.

How can you
be so sure of that?

Because
I plan to cause it.

Ahh.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Thom.

Thom,

you hear me.

Listen to my words.

Listen and hear.

I want you to come to me,
Thom.

Follow my voice
and come to me.

You know where I am.

Come to me...now.

Doctor's orders.

You are to go home
and get some rest.

I'll stay here
till the deputy arrives.

All right.

Are you sure
it's okay?

I won't leave the room.

Ahem.

Thanks, Frank.

Thom, are you here?

Hey, doc.
You get some sleep?

A couple hours
in my chair.

You still go home
with that ultrasonic...

whatever you call it
without a written consent?

No. But there's another course
treatment with noxylane

that might produce
some positive benefit.

Now that Mr. Tryon
has transitioned

into a more recognized
state of unconsciousness,

technically, I shouldn't
administer it,

but I'm willing
to take the chance

with the caveat
that the boy's life

might be in grave
danger if I don't.

Do you really believe that his life
is in grave danger?

I'm willing
to say that I do.

Damian.

He's here.

Excellent.

Welcome to The Lair,
Richard.

Leave us.

I can't tell you
how pleased I am

to see you right now.

The hours of regret
I've spent mourning for you

have weighed heavily
upon my soul.

But now
everything is okay.

You are
Richard Devere.

You understand me,
don't you?

You are Richard Devere.

You know that,
don't you?

I know it must be
difficult for you.

I can hardly
believe it myself.

But somehow I always
knew you'd come back.

And I can hardly believe

that exerting a hypnotic
trance over a man

and making him repeat
exactly what you say

qualifies as reincarnation.

What do you know
of the eternal soul?

You who are callous
and jaded,

what do you know
of my life?

I know
you risk losing it,

and maybe mine as well.

How does this

serve the common good
of the family?

This does not
serve the family.

This is my concern,
not yours.

I'm not asking
for anyone's input.

And if he endangers
the family, what then?

He won't.

And if he does,

are you prepared?

I have, and will always,

continue
to protect this family

by any means necessary,

and I don't need you

to question or evaluate
my judgment.

Nor do I presume to.

I merely seek to act
as the devil's advocate.

And you do it very well.

But now is not the time.

If you'll excuse me.

Be cautious
that the police

don't become too interested
in our establishment.

Up until now,
we've enjoyed

an arm's-length
understanding with them,

but if we push them--

For almost 200 years,
I have made it a practice

of eluding entanglements
with the law,

and I will continue
along those lines

for another 200.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have an old acquaintance
I would like to rekindle.

Who?

Just a second!

Jimmy.

Yeah, Jimmy.
Where the hell you been?

I was at the hospital
with Thom.

All night?

Yeah, just until
a few hours ago.

So where is he?

I don't know.

You don't know
where he is?

You're staying
at his house.

Are you trying
to run out on me?

No. I don't want
to go home.

I don't want to go home
because you're there.

Well...

you finally
said something

that doesn't
sound like a lie.

Get in the car.

No. We don't
belong together, Jimmy.

We're through.

I can't be with you
anymore.

Get in the car.

This has been used

to successfully reverse
prolonged unconsciousness

in certain individuals.

I can only hope we achieve
similar results.

How long will it take
before we know something?

I can only go
by what I've read.

This is the first time
I've actually used this.

I just hope
he responds quickly.

I think
he's coming around.

Don't be too anxious,
Sheriff.

This my take some time.

There's only one thing
I need to know.

Where am I?

You're at the hospital.

Am I okay?

I think
you're going to be.

I'm Dr. Belmont.

Listen, kid...

just tell me.

who did this to you?

Did what?

The sheriff found you
on the side of the road.

You had a serious injury,

and you've
lost a lot of blood.

I don't remember.

I don't remember
anything.

Well, try.

But I am trying.

I'm completely blank.

I don't remember
anything at all.

Oh, that's all right.

This
may take some time.

You just rest easy.

I'll come back and
see you in a while.

Let's run his vitals
and start another IV.

We can try this again
in half an hour.

All right.

Rest up, kid.

I'll be back.

Can you tell me something?

I'll try.

Who am I?

Another lonesome tale
about a lonely boy

Who's growing sick and tired
of the usual toys

I've made 'em
twist and moan

But they always
complain

So find a better half
that can feel no p-p-ain

But like any man
of science

I just kept to myself

I want the kind of love
I can put on a shelf

Formaldehyde

Open your--

Now, some say
that boy's a bit odd

Muh hoo ha ha ha ha ha!

And some say--

You know,
I've always admired

the way you keep
yourself busy, Frankie.

You never complain.

You just...do you work,
no matter what.

Work keeps mefrom thinking
about...things.

I know
just what you mean.

But it's time we all
started thinking

about some things,
Frankie.

What kind of things?

I mean
important things,

like our own safety.

What do you mean?

I mean Damian.

He's lost his vision,
his drive.

He ceases to be
the leader he once was.

The path he walks now
is one of disaster

for all of us.

Why are you
telling me this?

I'm not one of you.

I'm just a guy.

Damian could kill me
with one glance,

and he would
if he even suspected

we were having
this conversation.

That's the beauty of it,
Frankie.

It's because
you are a mortal

that he trusts
his power over you.

You can maneuver him into
the right place at the right time.

He thinks
you're too frightened

and weak
to stand up to him.

I am.

I am too weak.

No,
you're not, Frankie.

You just want
your freedom.

I can help you

if you help me.

He'll kill me.

I'm not alone
in my thinking on this.

The family shares the same
concerns that I do.

It's gonna happen
one way or another,

so the question is...

whose side
are you gonna be on

when the blood
hits the fan?

What do you want me to do?

You say I've been here
for a few days?

Yes, you have.
Feeling better?

I just don't understand

how I can't remember
anything.

Amnesia is rarely
if ever permanent.

Probably caused
by the medication.

When that wears off,
you'll probably get your memory back.

I hope that's soon.

I know
this won't be easy.

The transition alone

would tax the sanity
of an ordinary man,

but I will help you find
your true self once again.

What you see about you

is what I've worked on
since I've come here.

It is everything to me.

My domain,
my kingdom...

and my prison.

Do you remember
the day we met

at the artists' gallery?

You said my eyes had
a vividness to them,

a brightness,

and you said that they
reminded you of something.

What did they
remind you of?

Do you remember
saying that?

Of course you don't...

because you're not
Richard Devere.

Maybe Colin was right.

Maybe...I wanted you
to be Richard so badly

that I only saw
what I wanted to see.

If only there was
a way to be sure.

The portrait.

The portrait that you
painted of me.

Oh, yes. If anything can
bring you back to me,

it would be
that painting.

It is your masterpiece,

your creation...

just as I am.

You'll see, and then
you'll know. Come.

I've protected it
for all these years.

No one has ever--

No.