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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 are all linked to that club.

The Lair?

Whoa...members only.

He's not dead.

It's almost like a... vampire's bite.

I ran tests using a UV light.

Perhaps he picked it up at a nightclub somewhere.

There's a curse.

But what a lovely curse: to be young forever.

It's time.

Time to rise.

I saw Richard Devere,

the man that painted that portrait...alive.

The man that you killed two centuries ago.

Thom...

I want you to come to me, Thom.

You are Richard Devere.

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

And one that I'm certain is going to bring about his downfall.

How can you be so sure of that?

Because I plan to cause it.

Are you trying to run out on me?

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

I think he's coming around.

Who am I?

Whose side are you going to be on...

when the blood hits the fan?

What do you want me to do?

Two hours before the sun sets.

Two hours.

How I came to be here is still a mystery to me.

How I'm still alive puzzles me even further.

Hitler used to say, ''The more fantastic the lie,

the quicker people would be willing to believe it.''

I wish he told them about vampires.

I wish someone would have believed it.

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.

You'll see and then you'll know.

Come.

I've protected it for all these years.

No one has ever--

No.

No!

Colin!

Colin!

Colin!

I don't think he heard you.

If you don't mind, I knocked,

but no one answered.

What are you doing here? We're closed.

Well, that's why I stopped by.

I wanted a chance to talk to you when you weren't so busy.

You can't just bust in here whenever you feel like it.

This is private property. We have rights.

Well, the back door was open...sort of.

Now, what is it you want?

Well, for starters, I'll like to see your operating permit.

My permit?

Yeah. And I'd like to see it now.

I'll get it. You do that.

That's okay. I trust you.

So what goes on back there?

That's a private area. Off limits.

Off limits, huh?

It's where some of our offices are.

And some living quarters.

You guys live back there, do you?

Some of us. It suits us.

I'll bet.

If there's nothing else, might I recommend

you come back when we're open?

I think you'd have a much better time.

Thanks anyways.

I don't drink when I'm off duty.

A pity.

Just curious about what was going on over here.

Seems like everyone I'm running into

has been hanging out at your little joint.

I'm not aware of any complaints.

No complaints...

because all the guys that come here

end up dead or near death.

You're not making any sense, Sheriff.

And the hour is getting very late.

Don't worry about me.

I've become a regular night owl over the last week.

I've shown you the permit.

Is there anything else you want?

I'll consider it, get back with you.

In the meantime, just remember I'll be thinking about you.

What did he want?

Did he see you?

I don't think so.

You're a terrible liar.

Man, here we go I can't take anymore

Twice around, twice behind and I'm back on the floor

Little words out of mouth and you're drumming the door

Was in love, was alive And I'm not anymore

Burning up inside

You're twisted, shaking Fingers breaking

On my knees this time

I'm taking, raping I am waking

How are we feeling today?

- I feel fine. - That's good.

I'd like to get out of here.

Dr. Belmont should be in to talk to you shortly.

You can ask him about that.

I'm just going crazy sitting here

in this bed all day.

That's a good sign. Turn your head a little bit.

Going to change that dressing for you, all right?

This still hurt?

I don't feel anything.

I can see why.

I'll be right back.

I'm not saying I don't believe you.

I just find what you're saying hard to believe.

It happened exactly as I told you.

I went in to change the dressing on his throat

and I noticed the wound had healed.

Almost completely.

Yeah, but how can that be?

I mean, it's only a few days old.

And if it could heal that rapidly,

the scarring for a wound like that would last for quite some time,

maybe even the rest of his life.

I don't have an explanation for it.

Well, beyond what is certainly a temporary memory loss,

he seems to be healthy.

He's in better shape than I am.

As much as the sheriff would like to keep him here,

I see no reason for him to stay.

You send him home now, Sheriff Trout will have a cow.

I know, but this is a hospital, not a jail.

I'll prepare his discharge papers, if that's what you want.

Good. I'll call his friends and see

when they can come pick him up.

Hi, this is Thom.

Jonathan and I aren't in right now,

so please leave a message.

Thom, this Dr. Belmont at the hospital.

I have good news about your friend Jonathan.

He's ready to go home. Please call us.

We can arrange for his discharge.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, this is Dr. Belmont.

Could I speak to Laura Rivers?

This is Laura.

I have good news.

Jonathan is ready to be discharged.

I just need someone to come down and pick him up.

Did you call Thom?

Yeah, but there was no answer. Can you come down?

Um...sure, I'll-- I'll be there in a little while.

Excellent. We'll get his things together.

Someone here has betrayed me.

I want to find out who it is.

I have always protected this family.

And this is how I'm repaid.

The painting is part of our legacy.

It is the very cornerstone of our existence.

Without it, we cease to be.

And yet, one among you has seen fit to jeopardize all of us.

And for what?

Jealousy?

Envy?

These are human traits.

It's what makes them weak.

It's what makes them our prey.

I want the painting returned.

I have no desire to punish.

I want it found and I want it returned.

W-What if it... can't be found?

Then every one of you will face the same fate as I.

Now find it!

Stay a while, Colin.

What troubles you, Damian?

Who could be so foolish as to steal from me?

You said yourself the sheriff was in here alone.

Who knows what he could be up to.

You really think him to be that capable?

No.

But by elimination, I see him here.

I also see the return of Eric

and the presence of that young reporter.

These are all unknown elements within our midst.

Wild speculation.

Although...Eric.

Yeah.

I can't help feeling there's a connection

between him and the sheriff.

He might give us away.

You think Eric can endangered us.

Let's be cautious.

I'll keep my eye on him.

I think we may have to do a lot more than that.

Well, this is it.

Wow, it's really nice.

Bedroom's upstairs.

There's the kitchen, living room.

How long have I lived here?

Oh, you and Thom have been together

two to three months now.

You guys met at a press party

for the opening of the new library.

Really? Mm-hmm.

That's the kind of stuff I go for?

No, you were volunteering.

You were helping out with the refreshments.

God, why don't I remember anything?

You know what? Why don't you sit down.

I'm going to get you something to drink.

The doctor said we have to keep your fluids up

now that you're off the IVs, okay?

They said I almost died. But from what?

They found you on the side of the road in a gully.

It looked like you might have been in a fight.

A fight? Why?

I don't know.

You know, you can be a hot-head about certain things.

Like Thom?

Well, you have been jealous at times.

If only you can remember where you were that night.

The sheriff said I might have gone to a place called The Lair.

But I don't know what that is.

It's a private sex club for gay men.

Very secretive.

You know, a of people around here tend to overlook it.

It's one of those ''don't ask, don't tell''

sort of things.

Maybe if I go there, it'll shake some things loose.

No.

The doctor said you need to stay put a few days.

Maybe when Thom gets back.

Where is Thom?

No one knows.

So you let him go home, just like that?

Well, I couldn't see any reason to keep him here.

I just think you're taking a big chance.

Oh, so now you know more than I do.

- Is that it? - Of course not, Doc.

I'm just saying that I think he would've been safer here than at home.

And I have some other news for you.

What's that?

That stiff? I think I found him.

Where?

Over at The Lair club.

It was only for a second, but I'm pretty sure it was him.

It's going to take you a warrant to find out.

And you have to have a pretty damn good reason

to go charging in there.

Officially, of course.

How are you going to present your case to the judge?

That's the problem.

I mean, what am I going to say?

There's a dead guy hanging out at a gay sex club?

Is that even a crime?

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when you tell him.

The innocence of sleep.

How glorious it must be to rest in a dreamless sleep.

How I envy you at this moment.

There are forces working against us tonight, Richard,

forces that are not entirely known to me.

But one thing is certain.

Your life is in grave danger.

I must find a safe place for you.

It is no longer safe for you to stay here.

You must come with me.

Come. Quickly.

Ooh, yeah.

Overrun by emotions

Unintentional output

No one can harm you here.

And when it's safe, I will return for you.

Please trust that I'm doing this for your own good.

I've waited centuries for you to return to me.

And no one will rob me of this chance to right the wrong

I've committed upon you all those years ago.

Wait for me here.

I will be back soon.

There's something I need to do.

I find myself gaping along this thing

Sexual white lie

Tell Francis it is done.

Do I lie to myself? No

But maybe to you

Look, kid.

Look, kid.

I know you went to that club, okay?

You had the rubber stamp on the back of your hand

just like the dead guy at the morgue that we lost,

just like your pal Thom.

Hell, I even got one myself when I was there,

just to be sure.

So whatever happened to you

happened because you went there.

If that's true, someone at that club meant to kill me.

And they might try again.

But what I want to know is why.

Why'd you go there?

He already told you. He can't remember.

Yeah? Well, I hope he does soon.

His life might depend on it.

And what are you doing about finding Thom?

That's another kettle of fish.

He might have been crazy enough to go back there by himself.

I don't know.

Maybe he knows something I don't.

I just wanted you guys to know to stay put

and don't get any weird ideas.

Yeah.

You have got to be kidding me.

All right, I'll be right there.

What is it?

They just found another body out at Bayside Drive.

Is it Thom?

No ID yet.

But I'll be back.

I didn't expect to see you here before me.

Well, the call came in to the hospital first.

And considering all that's been happening,

I thought I'd come down and take a first look for myself.

Is that Thom?

See for yourself.

Damn, this guy really gets around.

Is he really dead this time?

I mean, for sure?

I wouldn't want to stake my entire reputation on it,

but, uh...

he does appear to be dead.

That's a major chest wound.

Maybe he'll stay put this time.

He's the basis for my search warrant, too.

You're going to tell the judge about this?

Hell, no.

The warrant's more important now than ever.

Something's going on at that club.

I'm going to find out what it is.

I'll tell you one thing for sure.

He won't be doing any talking for a while.

It'd be a neat trick if he could pull it off twice.

Rogers. Yeah.

I need you to handcuff and manacle that corpse.

Are you serious? Just do it.

All right, Sheriff.

Let's see him get out of that one.

It's really not the kind of night

you want to find yourself alone in the dark.

But l-- Shh.

I'm not going to hurt you.

There's something you need to do.

You've been wanting to do it all night.

And now you can.

It'll only take a minute.

And then you can leave.

Pick up the knife.

And now you know what to do.

This whole crazy business is aging me before my time.

- Is there any word from Thom? - Not a peep.

I got a gut feeling he might already be dead.

If you're right about The Lair, what are you going to do?

Right now, I don't have a shred of evidence.

I can't accuse them of being psycho killers.

I need something concrete to nail them with.

There must be some kind of evidence,

something in there if you just get at it.

Well, the warrant's going to help.

I just hope I don't end up looking like a damn fool.

It's too late for that.