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Previously on...

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?

[hisses]

[screams]

Time to take out the trash, Francis.

It's almost like a vampire's bite.

[Man] I saw Richard Devere alive.

The man that you killed two centuries ago.

Tom? I want you to come to me, Tom.

You are Richard Devere.

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

And one that I'm certain

is gonna bring about his downfall.

How can you be so sure of that?

Because I plan to cause it.

Pick up the knife.

And now you know what to do.

[grunts] [screams]

What's the trouble? Sheriff, this man's dead.

But around here, death is just the beginning.

I can't remember anything.

[grunts]

Colin, what are you doing?

I'm walling you in...

alive.

But as soon as I get my hands on that search warrant,

I'm burning rubber over to The Lair.

[grunts]

[coughs]

Jonathan!

[hisses]

[screaming]

[screaming]

♪♪ [Goth]

♪ Welcome to the pleasure ♪

♪ Right before the pain ♪

♪ You can slip inside me ♪

♪ You can play our game ♪

♪ Here's where ♪

♪ Dreams become nightmares ♪

♪ Here's where ♪

♪ You can scream and no one cares ♪

♪ Welcome to The Lair ♪

♪ Welcome to The Lair ♪

♪ Welcome to The Lair ♪

♪ Welcome to The Lair ♪

♪ Welcome to The Lair ♪

I wish I could tell you more,

but I'm just as surprised as you are.

You didn't see or hear

anything out of the ordinary?

Nothing. No. It's been quiet all day.

The phone didn't even ring.

I was stunned to find out

the Sheriff had come into the club.

I mean, I'm sure he had the proper warrants

and everything. He had the proper warrant, all right.

And he had a hunch a missing person might be found here.

A guy named Tom Etherton?

I can, uh, check my members list.

This is a private club, as I'm sure you're aware.

I can't begin to tell you how unnerving this is.

We've always enjoyed

a good relationship with the police.

Yeah, I know.

Model citizens, each and every one of you.

They told me he'd been shot,

but you don't know who did it.

He can't talk right now.

They've got him under heavy medication.

How could he survive?

He was shot, like, four or five times, right?

Bulletproof vest caught most of the lead,

except one got past and lodged right in the shoulder.

That's terrible.

Yep.

Another one grazed right past his head,

but it's not life-threatening.

I guess he's pretty lucky.

And one tough SOB.

[Paramedic] We've got you, Sheriff.

You'll be all right.

Does he have any family?

We'll keep a close eye on him.

Don't you worry.

Oh, I'm sure he'll get the best care possible.

I know you can't hear me, Sheriff.

I just wanted to apologize about all this.

I would wish you good luck,

but I know you won't need it.

Excuse us. We have to get this guy to the hospital.

It's all right, Chief.

Sorry.

It's gonna take a little while

to wiggle everything out inside your club.

There's blood all over the place,

three separate areas, shell casings everywhere.

Looks like a struggle went on.

Deputy Rogers still kept it okay.

I think I may know what happened.

We have an employee, our janitor.

I suspect he's been selling drugs out of the club.

His name's Frankie.

He always looks like he's tweaked out.

Maybe he and the Sheriff had a run-in,

and when Frankie saw the Sheriff at the club,

he panicked.

Is he a violent type?

With drugs, who knows?

And with all the unsolved John Doe murders on the island,

I mean, anything's possible.

Frankie did own a gun. I... do know that.

I'll put an APB out on him.

This is a big island, though.

Plenty of places to hide.

Hell, he may even catch a ride

over to the mainland before we can stop him.

You may never find him.

If he's still walking, we'll find him.

If he's still walking.

Deputy, who reported the trouble?

One of your neighbors down the block heard the gunshots.

I'll have to remember to thank them.

[Paramedic] Send the unit up. We're ready to roll.

Okay, let's roll.

♪♪ [jazz]

[slurping]

♪ Hello ♪

♪ It's good to have you back around ♪

♪ It's been oh so dark ♪

♪ I can barely see ♪

♪ My feet on the ground ♪

♪ Hello, moon ♪

♪ Maybe you can tell me true ♪

♪ Just what got into that boy ♪

♪ Or what I'm supposed to do ♪

In case you guys didn't get the memo,

The Lair is now officially closed.

Let's wrap it up.

♪♪ [instrumental]

[gasps sharply]

[exhales lengthily]

[exhales sharply]

♪♪ [instrumental]

[beep]

Tom, it's Jonathan, man.

I can't tell you why this is all happening.

I'm sorry, Tom. I really am.

It shouldn't have ended up this way,

but now you've gotta know what's going on.

You need to leave the island, Tom.

For good.

Don't ever come back.

Don't try to find me.

Don't ever show your face around here again.

Colin thinks you're dead.

Don't try to prove him wrong.

I can't help myself anymore.

Stay away from me,

or you might not be so lucky next time.

Good-bye.

[beep]

Everyone's gathered.

Good.

It's time to lay the past to rest once and for all.

Everything's so new to me.

I don't understand what's happening.

What's happening is very simple.

You're the new Frankie.

And his duties are gonna become clear to you soon enough.

You're gonna want to get the hang of it very quickly

because I'm not really a very patient person.

There's a few things that you need to know straight out.

One... don't ever cross me.

It's because of you

that we're in this current state of unrest.

Although, come to think of it,

it is the perfect distraction

to get the family to see things my way.

What better reason to get rid of Damian?

You did me a favor.

But in the future,

don't try to help me.

And two...

if you ever even think of betraying me,

you'll end up just like the old Frankie.

[indistinct conversations]

Shh. Welcome

to the new age.

As many of you already know,

there's been a sudden shift in management.

It is time

we lay to rest the old regime,

and with it, that antiquated thinking

that has kept us back for so long.

Damian's foolhardy schemes

have threatened to expose us.

And even as we speak,

the police are investigating our very home.

We can no longer operate with the assurance of safety

that we once did.

This will be resolved, but until then,

we have to hunt outside The Lair.

Where's Damian?

Damian is well.

He's been retired.

If you have concerns, please... speak up.

Good.

This will all blow over soon,

but until it does,

we have to act with patience and resilience.

I believe it's time that we look to the future.

[Man] Yeah, yeah, the future.

A future away from this island

where we can continue to grow.

I believe it's time for a radical change.

I've got many great plans

that I will reveal in time,

but until I do,

fellas, we gotta take our show on the road.

[murmuring]

And please,

no more dead bodies.

Just take what you need

and leave a little bit for the rest of us.

Heh heh heh.

Let's go. We're together, I guess.

[ring]

Hello?

Oh, Tom. Thank God.

I've been so worried about you.

Laura,

I think the Sheriff is dead... and Jonathan and...

No, no, no, Sheriff Trout is not dead.

Not even close.

He had a bulletproof vest on or something.

Yeah, he's nicked up.

You know, everybody is talking about it,

and to tell you the truth,

I don't think we should be talking about this

over the phone.

Okay. I'll come down as soon as I can.

It might be a little while, though.

Tom, are you okay?

You sound really strange.

I... I don't know yet. [laughs]

But we were right, Laura.

We were right about them.

Missy.

Oh, man. I...

[sighs] Look, I gotta go.

Okay. Bye.

[sigh]

[Man in car] Loser!

Later, buddy.

Throw a fan belt?

Crack in the hose.

Need a hand?

Nope, need a hose.

But thanks, anyway...

Ian.

Ian, I'm Riley.

You live around here?

Uh, me? No.

I'm... I'm just passing through.

Yeah, me, too, or at least I'm trying to, anyways.

Where you goin'?

Uh... north.

North-ish.

Well, I can help you out a little ways.

But I'm gonna need to get that hose replaced

before I get too far.

Tape might hold to the next town,

but I don't want to chance it past that.

I'm not on a schedule.

Whatever works is fine with me.

Well, Ian, looks like it's gonna hold.

For a while, anyway.

Throw your stuff in back.

Let's get while we can.

Thanks.

♪♪ [country]

[static, skipping through stations]

♪♪ [classical piano]

Well, they had a room available.

Gonna have to sit tight

until the part comes in tomorrow morning.

This as far as you can go?

Looks like it.

Hose might hold for another 50 miles or so,

but I'm not in a hurry

to get stranded on the side of the road again.

Me, either.

♪♪ [classical]

[turns off radio]

You got any plans?

No, not actually.

Good. I could use the company.

You mean... hang out here?

With you?

Yeah, if you wanna.

Yeah.

I'm not on a schedule.

Good, then. Come on.

I'm telling you straight out, man,

nothing beats a great American hamburger.

With cheese, of course.

You think so, huh?

I know so.

I would have thought, being an islander,

you'd be more of a seafood kind of guy.

You see, that's the beauty of it.

I wheel and deal fish and lobsters every day,

and now I can't stand the sight of 'em.

You fish?

No. My old man sells a line of lobster traps

to local restaurants.

We ship some out to the other islands, too.

Sounds like a good business to be in.

There's a fellow up on the north bay

who needs to sell a couple of his traps.

So I told my dad I'd drive up there and get 'em.

Is there any money in buying old traps?

Hell, no. It's my dad.

We don't need any of the traps,

but he wants to help the guy out without embarrassing him,

so we buy the traps.

Your dad sounds like a really nice guy.

Oh, my dad's got a kind streak for everybody.

Everybody but his own family.

Some days I could really kick his ass.

Other days, I'm just glad he looks right through me,

never seeing who I am.

Well, you didn't have to help me.

But I'm glad you did.

Sometimes you gotta take a chance, Ian...

take a breath

and jump... without looking.

It's probably easier when you know

what the right thing to do is.

That's extremely profound, Ian.

You a wandering poet or something?

No.

No, not hardly.

Just a guy looking for s...

Somethin'.

Well, on this island, it might be easier

to find something you're not looking for.

Why do you say that?

Well, there's just a lot of bad things happening recently.

A couple of killings, some missing people.

Hell, I heard there was some kind of a shootout up the road yesterday.

Oh, really? I didn't hear that.

I... I just got here a few days ago, so...

Looking for something.

You want to tell me what it is?

No. It's kind of personal.

Hey, you know...

I'm talking way too much.

No, it's...

it's okay.

You know, this is all so none of my business.

It's cool.

Everybody just...

sees things their own way.

It can't always line up perfectly.

Hmm.

You know, my old man and I have problems, but...

you know... he loves me.

You're a very lucky guy.

Hey.

Tom. Where the hell have you been?

Your phone's been ringing off the hook.

Look, I don't have time

to get into that right now, Richie.

I get you.

I guess you know all about Laura.

I mean, it happened at your house, right?

Yeah, I know. It's awful,

but I can't do anything about that now.

[sigh]

Poor Laura.

I never did like that guy Jimmy.

Yeah, I know. Me, neither.

Look, I gotta ask you a favor.

Sure, whatever you want.

Just tell me what it is.

I need you to go through those old files.

Pull me everything you can find on The Lair.

The Lair? You mean...

Yeah. Do I have to tell you what I mean?

No. How far back?

I want everything. I don't care if it's 100 years old or older.

I want to know what was at that address

before it was The Lair. I want everything.

Okay. It'll take a while.

Just do it, okay?

And don't tell the old man about this.

Don't even tell him you saw me.

He's been asking about you. Yeah, I bet.

Look, just tell him I called in sick, all right?

I need a few days. Tom, are you in some kind of trouble?

No, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay? Just do what I ask.

I do worry about you.

I can't just stop caring.

Just do what I ask. Okay?

I will.

[crickets chirping]

Whoa.

That is some scar.

Looks like it might've been serious.

It was.

Let me guess.

You can't talk about it.

Not "can't."

Just... don't want to.

It's an animal bite.

Let's just... leave it at that. Okay?

Okay.

Guess maybe I wouldn't want to talk about it, either.

Bad memories.

[whispers] Yeah.

Bad memories.

Do you have any good ones?

There's... always a chance.

[passionate breathing]

Ohh...

[breathes passionately]

[exhales sharply]

Ohh...

Ohh!

[passionate breathing]

[money crinkling]

[breathes deeply]

I'm sorry, Riley.

[motor starts]

[thunder]

♪♪ [classical instrumental on radio]

[dinging]

No!

Uhh! Uhh...

[groans]

Uhh!

Ohh! [breathes fitfully]

[motor stops]

Aah! [moans]

[groans]

[steam hissing]

[loud hissing]

Aah! Ohh!

Ohh...

Ohh!

[begins to retch]

[throwing up]

[soft thunder rumble]

Hey, Chucky. Vince.

Go ahead, Vince.

I got a stalled pickup truck.

I'm out here on Telegraph Road.

Door's open. Lights are on.

Is there anybody with the vehicle?

I haven't got around to that yet.

But I think you better keep her open.

I'm gonna be bringin' this one in.

That-a-boy.

[soft thunder rumbles]

[louder thunderclap]

[snarling]

That don't sound good.

[soft growling]

[louder growling]

[roaring] Aaahh!

[growling] [screaming]

[screaming, groaning]

Next time on...

Stay away from me!

I've put my whole world in jeopardy to be with you!

You ever seen this kid?

Nope.

Bail jumper?

Yeah.

They said she's undergoin'

some kind of psych evaluation.

I know I'm not crazy.

You start talkin' about vampires,

you're sure to get some kind of reaction.

Thislumino orchis

thrives only on light from a full moon.

You act like that thing has feelings.

Well, it certainly has somelimited intellect.

Everything does.

The point is that both of us saw them.

The... vampires? They tried to kill us. Remember?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

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