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[MUSIC PLAYING]

NARRATOR: 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.

Closed.

Members only.

[HISSING] [SCREAMING]

He's not dead.

Not dead.

It's almost like a vampire's bite.

Could their even be such a thing?

I can't discuss any medical information

unless you're a relative.

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

Looks this is part of a much bigger picture.

The John Doe murders.

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

I don't think Damian's going to be

changing things any time soon.

It's a curse.

But what a lovely curse to be young forever.

I want you to get in that bedroom,

and I'm going to 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 show it is in death.

[SCREAMING]

Oh my God, Thom!

I mean what can a person do something

like that against their will?

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

They might come in here looking for him.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

The time I've gone missing has been considerable.

I can't help wondering if anyone out there is even looking for.

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.

[THEME MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

What's going on?

I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?

I was going to ask you the same question.

I was looking for a doctor.

He's in his office.

We just left him.

Is he OK?

He's fine.

I'm Matthews from cardiology.

I'm off duty, but I thought I might

check on him on my way out.

Sorry if I startled you.

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.

He's breathing hard.

Maybe we should get Dr. Belmont.

- I'll go, OK? - OK.

Although you 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'll be a simple matter to have him killed once again,

and then your problem will be solved.

Killed?

I dare not.

I have 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 100 years,

you're going to 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 had 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.

[GASPING]

[HISSING]

DeVere revealed to me 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 for me,

and I felt only the passion to slay this monster

who had betrayed me.

[GASPS]

The deed was done, and I had but little hope that I was

not already as DeVere had been.

His desire to bind me to him forever had failed.

[SIGHS]

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 to 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 is going

to bring about his downfall.

How can you be so sure of that?

Because I plan to cause it.

[LAUGHS]

[GASPS]

Oh, 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.

Are you sure it's OK?

- I won't leave the room. - Thanks.

[KNOCKING]

Thom, are you here?

Hey, Doc.

You get some sleep?

A couple hours in my chair.

You still going with that ultrasonic, whatever you call

it without a written consent?

No, but there's another course of treatment with noxalone that

might produce some positive benefit, now that Mr.

[INAUDIBLE] 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 OK.

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 could 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 alluding

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.

[DOOR KNOCKING]

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?

But 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 read.

It's 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 may take some time.

There's only one thing I need to know.

Where am I?

You're at the hospital.

Am I OK?

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.

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?

[ROCK MUSIC]

(SINGING) Whose world is sick and tired of the usual toys?

I made them twist them all, but they always complain.

To find a better half that can feel no p--p--pain.

But like any man of science, I just keep to myself.

I want the kind of love I can put on a shelf, formaldehyde.

Open your-- [INAUDIBLE]

You know I've always admired the way you keep yourself busy,

Frankie.

You never complain.

You just do your work no matter what.

Work keeps me from 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 your 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 could 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.

Help kill me.

I'm not alone in my thinking on this.

The family shares the same concerns that I do.

It's going to happen one way or another, so the question is,

whose side are you going to be on when the blood hits the fan?

What do you want me to do?

And you said I've been here for a few days.

Yes, you have.

You feeling better?

I just don't understand how I can't remember anything at all.

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.

A transitional loan 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?

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-- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

No. No!

Next time on "The Lair."

Who could be so foolish as to steal from me?

You said yourself the Sheriff was in there alone.

Who knows what he could be up to?

I went in to change the dressing on his throat,

and I noticed the wound had healed.

How can that be?

There are forces working against us tonight, Richard.

What goes on back there?

But the private area, off limits.

Something's going on at that club.

I'm going to find out what it is.

[THEME MUSIC]