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Colin, what are you doing?

I'm walling you in... alive.

How could he survive? Bulletproof vest.

I need you to go through those old files, pull me everything you can find on the Lair.

Whoa! Listen, friend, I only came by here 'cause I care about you.

You don't need to throw me out. I'm getting the message.

That is some scar. Looks like it might have been serious.

It's an animal bite.

[groaning]

[roars] [screaming]

I need you to release me from my prison.

What do you want me to do?

We're gonna need a sledgehammer.

The lamina orchid thrives only on light from the full moon.

This generates artificial moonlight.

You act like that thing has feelings.

Well, it certainly has some intellect.

It must be the overdose of lunar rays it's receiving.

What do you want? Easy, mister!

How about you helping me out for a few days?

Yeah, I could do that.

Whoa!

[groaning]

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I don't know if you can hear me in there, Damien.

Because of you we've been closed down for a while.

And although it's only temporary, we're gonna have to seek our pleasures

outside the Lair.

All of us that is, of course, except for you.

You can continue to rot behind that brick wall until...

[chuckling]

Let's face it... I can't really think that far into the future.

Y-You can't be real.

You're dead.

I buried you myself.

Don't touch me.

What do you want from me?

I can't help you.

One of your last remaining tricks, Damien?

Well, I'm not scared.

All your power,

and this is what you have left?

How sad.

You'll have to do better than that.

Besides, why would Frankie haunt me?

I didn't kill him. The sheriff did.

Better luck next time...

If there is a next time.

I was really sorry to hear about Vince.

You ever get a make on the vehicle that hit him?

Not a thing. No skid marks,

no tire tracks, no witnesses.

It's a goddamn shame.

He tries to help somebody, and he gets himself killed in the process.

What about that abandoned truck?

That I do know something about.

Kid from down Pearl Beach named Reilly called it in as missing.

Missing? Don't you mean stolen?

He said missing.

Does he know anything about all this?

Nope. He's just passing through.

Said he's going up to North Bay.

Is he traveling alone? Don't know. I could ask.

Yeah, do that.

Well, that's all to report.

Hey, how's your head?

Feeling okay.

Just a little anxious to get back to work.

We're anxious to have you back.

Call me if you need anything. Thanks, I will.

You will? No.

[scoffs]

Oh, no. Not here.

Not now.

[dog barking]

Buddy?

[barking, growling]

Buddy, come here!

Get your butt back in here, boy!

[chuckles]

What you got there?

You finally threw that old rascal?

Buddy!

Oh, my God, boy! [sobbing]

[roaring] [gasps]

[screaming]

You've been in here since this thing arrived. Have you even slept?

Don't try to order me around, Tim. It won't work.

I'm not ordering you around.

You sound like you're jealous.

Jealous of a plant. How stupid is that?

I'm not jealous, and there's no need to get upset.

You'd like to destroy the lamina if you could.

Look, I don't know where this is coming from,

but you're talking crazy.

Am I?

You're afraid of it. Afraid of what it represents.

And what does it represent, Jacob?

You'll see.

Look at it, Tim.

Look closely.

See what you're so afraid of. I don't want to.

You are scared, aren't you?

[Tim] It's just a flower.

Nothing more. Is it, Tim?

Is that all it is?

It doesn't want to die.

Look, I'm sorry, But I think being alone in here

here with this damp, moldy stone has had some sort of ill effect on your mind.

And I'm sorry if you think I'm interfering,

but I care what happens to you.

I know you do.

Maybe I do need to get out of here.

[door opens, shuts]

[door shuts]

Okay, you got me out here. What's on your mind?

I just wanted to apologize for the other day.

I had no right letting myself into your house.

I know it's not like it was before.

It was wrong.

Don't apologize, Rich.

I got a lot on my plate right now.

I overreacted, that's all.

Why don't you let it out to me, like the old days?

[scoffs] That's why we broke up, Rich.

You're just too suffocating.

It's not that easy.

What's going on... It's spooky.

Thom, if it's that bad, why don't you just go home and see your folks for a while?

Get away from here.

I can't.

I got something I got to do.

I don't know if it's the right thing or not, but...

I guess I'll find out.

Thom, you're starting to scare me.

See, that's just it. All I have to do is talk to someone about it, and they get hurt.

You could end up dead... or worse.

This is all so heavy.

I always thought we could share our secrets.

Now I'm not sure I really want to know.

Trust me, you don't.

And our days of sharing secrets are over.

But I do really want to help you.

And it's not just because I wish we could be together again.

Well, that door's not open right now.

I found this when I was cleaning out a drawer.

Thought you might like to have it.

Now you're being manipulative.

But thanks anyway.

A guy's gotta try.

Listen, I've got some things that can't wait, and I've gotta go.

Did those clippings come in handy?

I'm not sure yet.

I know the old cannery building was purchased somewhere around the turn of the century,

and it hasn't been resold.

It's only been the Lair for a few years.

Nothing too exceptional there.

Nothing except the fact that it was purchased with solid gold coins.

Sweet.

All right, Thom.

Call me if you want to talk.

Thanks.

[chatter over police radio]

Hey. You've been in here 3 days in a row for breakfast.

You on vacation?

Just killin' time.

[chuckles] It's a great place for it.

Not much to do around here.

Excuse me.

[scoffs]

[woman on radio] Deputy Miller? Go ahead.

We just got from over at the Taylor place.

A guy making a delivery says he found a body out back of the house.

He's dead. Goddamn it.

Okay. Give me the address.

Another hit-and-run, Sheriff?

I ain't the sheriff. I'm the deputy.

Oh, yeah, that's right. More trouble?

Would've figured you'd moved on by now.

Not me. Still hunting.

This is official business. I'm gonna have to ask you to clear out.

No problem.

Could I ask you a question?

This guy tore up like the tow truck driver?

What do you know about it?

I know what you're hunting.

Really? You're hunting a man.

[scoffs] A man.

What kind of a man would do this?

I'll let you know when I find him.

Hey, what's your stake in all this?

Just something I promised to myself that I'd see through to the end.

What's the end?

We'll know when we get there.

Hey, this man have a name?

If I knew it,

I wouldn't tell you.

We're getting close, Eddie.

A little close.

You okay from here, Sheriff?

Sure. I know my way around this old place.

Don't start.

What do I owe you?

A trip to the hospital and back,

plus waiting-around time, let's see,

that comes to exactly... nothing.

Say what?

It's on the house, Sheriff.

Not a dime I would I take from you. You just get to feelin' better soon, okay?

Thanks, Randy. I will.

Oh, hey, I owe you one.

Okay, you just remember that.

Ian?

Ian, you here?

[liquid sloshing]

I couldn't find you this morning.

I had to take a taxi in to town to go see my doctor.

Doin' great, they say.

Put some eye drops in my eyes that are supposed to help,

but, uh, they're just...

Ah! kind of burning right now.

So where were you this morning, man?

What's the matter? Are you... Are you okay?

What's wrong, Ian?

Are you sick?

All right, just...

just take it easy.

Don't try and talk if you don't want to.

Frankie?

Frankie, hold up.

[gasps]

I think this is it.

This is it!

Can you hear me?

I found the room. I... I found you.

There you go. Drink up.

Now, be careful with that.

Don't go puttin' it away too quickly.

Packs a hidden wallop when you go to stand up again.

Remember: no preaching.

You wanted me to get out of the house, and here I am.

Besides, a grown man's gotta do some drinking sooner or later.

I'm overdue.

I'm very, very happy that you listen to reason and you decided to come out with me tonight.

However, I don't need you getting sick over this.

There is something I can't figure out yet.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Well, let me tell you something.

I checked into those symbols that were carved on the rock,

and I wasn't too far off from my original theory.

Let me guess.

It's from an ancient temple, and there's a curse on it.

That's more accurate than you might think.

Turns out the closest reference I could find

was from this ancient megalithic site in Vermont called the New Salem Stonehenge.

Turns out that this farmer plowing his field there hit upon

some large stone.

They dug it up, did some excavating, and there it was...

This huge site, complete with artifacts

and astrological megaliths, even a sacrificial altar.

They don't know who or what built the site,

but the carvings found there

are very, very similar to those that are on our stone.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying that there's a lot of legend about a megalithic site right here on this island,

and that stone... that stone could be part of it.

So what if it is?

All I'm interested in is the lamina orchids.

There you go again. You and that damn flower,

like it's a new pet dog or something.

There is something there, whether you like it or not, Tim.

I get this feeling from it, almost like a drop.

I could share it with you if you'd like.

Look, when I was speaking to you back at the lab earlier,

I was really freaked out, and do you want to know why?

You're not the same.

I don't know what you and that thing have going on,

but I'm gonna tell you right here and now, I don't want any part of it.

You don't know what you're missing.

I know I don't want to lose control of myself.

Now you're acting like a child again.

Okay, Doc, let's go home. You've had enough fun for one night.

Call me Jake.

That doctor thing's worn thin.

Okay, Jake. I'll drive. Come on.

See? That's better.

[groans]

Hey, buddy.

Vodka rocks.

[chuckles] Here you go.

Double vodka rocks. Enjoy.

Waiting for a friend?

He just left.

He was cute.

I like him.

What's your name?

Colin.

Gary.

I haven't seen you around here before.

I, uh... I don't get out much.

Well, you should.

There's a lot of interesting people around here.

You might meet somebody. I'm beginning to see what I've been missing.

Like vodka.

It doesn't really bother with colors or flavors.

It can be whatever you want it to be.

I'll drink to that.

I can turn you on to some parties,

if that's what you're into.

Sometimes I like a crowd.

Sometimes I just want to be alone.

Know what I mean?

I think I do.

I know someplace quiet. Music's good.

Is it close by? Oh, yeah.

So what are we waiting for?

[both moaning]

[exclaims] Oh, fuck!

[Gary gasping]

Ain't my friend.

[screaming]

Can you hear me?

Have this done in a minute.

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You're always on the move, aren't you?

Drifting from place to place.

Now, you tell me that doesn't sound like a man who's running away from something.

You're more than an assistant to me.

You've been really good to me, Jake.

[Thom] That rotted creature is you?!

I need blood, Thom. Your blood.

Are you hiding anything shiny in there?

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