All language subtitles for The.Strain.S04E07.ION85

- Previously on The Strain...
- Professor!

- How touching.
(slithering)

(screaming)

- Perhaps you hoped
to hear about your son.

- Zack's alive?
- Yes. He is an apt student.

- This is the Master's
Final Solution.

We're not the farmers;
we're the livestock.

- You're certain we'll be able to get
a plane? - Certain-ish. You keep

staring at me like that,
I ain't coming to New York.

- She's all yours.
- You wanna come?

To New York?
- Hell, no.

(grunting)

- Scheisse!

(rock music)

♪♪♪
- ♪ I see a red door

♪ And I want it

♪ Painted black

♪ No colors anymore

♪ I want them to turn black

♪ I see the girls walk by

♪ Dressed in
their summer clothes ♪

♪♪♪
♪ I have to turn my head

♪ Until my darkness goes

♪♪♪

♪ No more will my green sea
go turn a deeper blue ♪

- Roman, you're one lean,
mean flying machine, man.

All we gotta do now
is find a truck,

load this, uh, firecracker
into Manhattan.

Boom!
- ♪ If I look

♪ Hard enough
into the setting sun ♪

- That just went
down the priority list.

- ♪ My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes ♪

♪ I see a red door

♪ And I want to paint it black

♪♪♪

♪ No colors anymore

♪ I want to paint it black

♪♪♪
♪ I see the girls walk by

♪ Dressed in
their summer clothes ♪

♪♪♪
♪ I have to turn my head

♪ Until my darkness goes

♪♪♪

- Oh, OK.

You guys already got 'em all.

Oh, I had to shut down
the systems.

- Well, here's our truck.

I can't wait to see

the Professor's face
when we bring him our present.

Whoa!
(chuckling)

Feliz Navidad.

(chuckling)

(snarling)

(growling)

- Yes, we're here.

And now we're coming for you.

(theme music)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(snarling)

- You have them?

- Not yet, my Lord.

We are searching every road
between here and the airport.

I will find them.

- Like you found Goodweather?
And Velders?

And the pawnbroker?

- He was in my grasp.
- WHERE IS HE?

Where is the Born?

Where is the rat catcher?

- I apologize... my Master.

- I have no use
for your apology!

- You have lost faith in me...

Master.

I do not deserve

your mercy, nor will I
ask for it.

I only ask
that you take my life.

- Is that your desire, Thomas?

- Yes, my Lord.

- Well, then.

This is a proud day...

for Abraham Setrakian.

This is Standartenfuhrer

Thomas Eichhorst,
defeated by a Jew.

My most trusted acolyte,

an officer of the Reich,

bested by a pawnbroker.

You will go down

in the history of our species

as an abject defeatist

who lost his stomach
for the fight!

Is that what you
really desire, Thomas?

To hand victory to Setrakian?

- No!
- Then find him!

Find the Born and the others.

Above all, do not

let that warhead
cross the river!

- You have my word.

- Right where you left it.

- The hat. The cane. You're
almost back to your old self.

- Very old self.

There's an age, Miss Velders,

where you meet an enemy
you cannot run from.

Time. When you reach it,

you experience
your body's betrayal

from within.

Now, the Lumen.

(ambient music)

- Down here, come on!

- It's up here.

(heavy breathing)

Maybe you should

stay down here. Keep a lookout.

I'll be back in two shakes.

(heavy breathing)

- Ah!

Ah... ah...

Ah!

- Professor? Professor?

- Is it safe?

- It hasn't been touched.
Are you all right?

- We'd best be sure.

- I'm worried about you,
are you OK?

- I'm fine! Open the case!

- You did well.

- We should... find
somewhere new to hold up.

- Do you really think
the Master has Zack?

- I don't know. Maybe he's using
Zack as bait. It doesn't change

our plan.
- No? If it were my son--

- Well, luckily, you don't
need to make that decision.

- That was a dick move
even for you.

- I didn't mean it that way.
Look, I...

I'm just doing the only thing
I know to do.

If we can find Setrakian,
if we can kill the Master,

then all of this ends:

the depravation, the feed lots,

the blood harvesting, all of it.

- And this Setrakian
will have a plan?

- Setrakian always has a plan.

Whether it'll work
is another question.

- Well, I hope you like maple...

What the hell are you doing?

Professor...

- I saw this in a dream.

The ouroboros. The Egyptians

thought it represented
the never-ending

cycle of creation

and destruction,
birth and death.

...Eternity!

- Right.

But why...

But why are you ripping out the
pages after all we went through?

- I have to see the parts
and their sum all at once.

There are... there are
patterns here. Connections.

I... things I...

I've overlooked.

- I... I thought you
had this figured out.

The "Face of God," the...
the nuclear explosion.

- I was wrong.

Slightly.

I missed the significance
of these images.

- All right. OK, hold on, hold on.
- I can't hold on!

There's too much to do!
- Just take a minute.

- I...I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME!
(distorted echoing)

- Professor? You OK?

Professor? Professor!

Professor! Professor?!

- You see we did our third
induction this week.

Another two probably
by the end of the month.

That suggestion you had

about harvesting early.
It... it's really paying off.

- That is because you
made it pay off, Mr. Desai.

I'm very impressed

by the turnaround.

- Well, coming
from you, sir, that...

that means a lot.
- In fact, you have done

so well, I have decided
to promote you.

Please.
- Really?

Whatever you need me to do.

- There is a group at large
here in New York.

It's of the utmost importance
they be apprehended

as soon as possible.
You are familiar

with two of them, Abraham
Setrakian and Dutch Velders.

- It would give me great pleasure
to bring them to justice.

- These other two,
Ephraim Goodweather

and Vasiliy Fet,
are working with them.

There is also a half- strigoi,

half-human, who goes
by the name of Quinlan.

- Huh. Why are they
so important?

- They intend to smuggle

a nuclear bomb into Manhattan.

- Come on, Professor.

Please don't do this.

(door opening)

(door closing)
(gun being cocked)

(approaching footsteps)

- Stop right there!

- Dutch?
- Eph?

- Oh, thank God!

Thank God.

- His heartbeat's
changing rapidly.

I think he's in AFib.

- What does that mean?

He's had a heart attack?

- Or maybe a stroke.

- Jesus.
- Or hopefully he's

just dehydrated.
How'd he get so run down?

- We were captured. He was put in
a Partnership research facility.

- What kind of research?

- All I know is that they're running
experiments. - Experiments?

- He's B-positive.
They were doing studies,

pumping him full of drugs.

- Wait, wait, wait. Hold on,
start from the beginning.

- I told you, we were caught.
We were separated.

- For how long?
- I don't know.

Three months, maybe.
- You didn't see him

for three months!? - I don't understand
your tone here. Are you blaming me?

- I'm not blaming you!
- Because at least I was here!

It was just me and him!
We made it on our own

for months off the grid!
And, by the way,

I was locked up, too,
if that's of any concern.

And when I was,
he was all I thought about.

And meanwhile, what were you
doing in Philadelphia?

- Look, I don't think that this

is getting us anywhere.
The question is,

what do we do now?
- We need to get him hydrated.

And we should probably get him

some blood thinners. God knows
where we'll find that.

- Well, I know a place.
But I don't want

to leave him alone.
- I'll stay.

(indistinct speaking)

- We gotta check this place out.
It's an old marine warehouse

in Sheepshead Bay.

Jorge says it's gotta
be 10,000 square feet.

The Partnership's growing
strawberries, tomatoes, spinach,

all kinds of shit there.
- What do you think, Gus?

- I think we should hit it
tonight. It's the best deal.

- Hold on.

Didn't we learn anything
from the way we took this place?

(door opening)

- Gus.

This woman claims
to be a friend of yours.

- Duchess!

You're alive. I was worried.

It's been a while.

How's, uh... how's
the pawnbroker?

- Not so good.

- Anything I can do to help?
- (Ephraim): We hope so.

- Eph's a doctor.
- We need some medical supplies.

- Yeah, step into my pharmacy.

This is it.

- You've been busy.
- One-stop shopping, Doc.

Whatever you need
-- food, booze --

we got it.
- Yeah, help yourself.

- You don't happen to have,
uh... IV saline?

- You mean these?

- Where'd you
get all this stuff?

- That's on a need-to-know
basis. What I need to know is

what do you guys have
to trade for all of this?

- (Gus): What about silver?

I know the old man
had a lot of that.

- We lost all of it.
We were captured.

- He still got that cane?

- Forget about it.
It's on the house.

- What? What? What type
of bullshit is that?

- They're friends.
- They're your friends.

That don't got shit
to do with me.

- I said it's on the house.

- Go on. OK, it's fine, man.
I was just messing with you.

(tense music)

♪♪♪

- Sorry about that.
Take whatever you need.

- (Ephraim): How long
have they been away?

- (Dutch): Over nine months.

For all I know,
they're not coming back.

- I wouldn't count Quinlan out.
- Or Fet.

- (loudspeaker): The members of this
terrorist cell are armed and dangerous.

- Uh, Eph?
- (loudspeaker): I repeat,

the members of
this terrorist cell are armed

and extremely dangerous. If you
see any of these individuals...

- I think we might have
to get you two off the street.

- I think that's
a very good idea.

(birds chirping)

(gate creaking)

- Setrakian...

Setrakian...

- (Gus): This is what
you guys have been eating?

- (Dutch): Have you
seen it out there?

We're lucky we've got
all this canned food.

- (Gus): No wonder
the old man is sick.

I'm gonna get you
some real food, all right?

- Dutch, what the hell

is going on?
- You're awake!

- Ephraim... you're alive.

- So are you, thank God.

You need to stay off your feet.

- Listen to the doc.

We need you
fighting the good fight.

- And what would you know

about the good fight,

Mr. Elizalde?

When you had the chance
to stand with us,

you... ran off. Throwing in

with the likes of Alonso Creem.

- Hey... I'm just trying

to get by like everybody else.

- That is exactly
why the Master won...

because people "try to get by."

First with silence,

then with comfort, then with...

collaboration.

(soft music)

♪♪♪

(indistinct speaking over radio)

- Stop here!

We need to scan you
into the system.

(beeping)

- OK. What do you guys
got in the back?

- Medical supplies. - All right.
We're gonna need you to open up

so we can take a look.
- Nah, I can't.

It's radioactive.

It's for cancer patients.

Uh... You know how they

shoot their tumors
with that nuclear shit?

- I'm gonna need
you guys to step out

of the vehicle.
- Enough.

This is an urgent shipment

for high-level patients.

If I have to step out,
you will regret it.

(indistinct speaking on radio)

- Just let 'em through, Hank.

- Hank!

This just came in.

(suspenseful music)

♪♪♪

(grunting)

(gunfire)

(tires screeching)

- All right. I want you
to sit still

until you finish this bag.

We need to get
your strength back up.

- I knew you'd return.

Never doubted it for a moment.

- I did.

Until last week.

We discovered this facility
in Western Pennsylvania.

It was an industrial farm.

It wasn't for cattle or pigs.

It's for us.

The Partnership is a ruse.

A way to control the populace

until the cities can be emptied

and ship the people
to these places.

- I've seen this before.

In the war.

This is what the Master learned
in the death camps

as he was... feeding on us.

How to subjugate
an entire people,

and how to coerce them
into obedience

and organizing and
administrating

their own demise.

He learned it from us.

- How do we stop him?

- These passages

hold the key,

but I'm not sure I can...

finish the work.

- In the meantime,
this might help.

It's Warfarin.

It's a blood thinner. It should
prevent another stroke.

(grunting)

One a day.

No more.

If you take too many,
it could cause

internal bleeding.
That's how you kill rats.

They eat it and they bleed out.

We took out thousands of strigoi

by poisoning them. We put it
in their blood tankers.

You would've been proud.
- I appreciate this,

Ephraim. But I'm...
I'm going to need

something much stronger.
- What do you mean?

- It's a formula

for extracting

the restorative properties
of strigoi worms.

- Where did you get this?
- It was developed by alchemists

in the third century.

It extends the life
of the human being

without transmitting
the strigoi virus.

- That's impossible.

I've done hundreds of tests
on their blood.

- How old do you think I am?

- I mean--

- 95. - What?
- How else do you think

I've managed to stay
in the fight all these years?

- That's not possible.
- God damn it, Ephraim!

Have you come all this way
only to doubt me now?

After everything you've seen?
- OK, OK, OK.

Look, I... I know
I've been unreliable.

But I am with you...
'til the end.

(sighing)
So...

I believe you.

(sighing)

- Mr. Desai.
- Get Eichhorst on the line.

I need to--
- There's someone to see you.

- What?
- Says he has

some valuable information.

- Sanjay Desai.

- Alonso Creem. It's an honor.

I admire what you've done on
behalf of our city. - Well, we all

gotta do our part, right?
- Which is exactly why I'm here.

I might know a little something

about those dangerous
desperadoes you're after.

- Oh, really.

Which ones?
- The pawnbroker.

- Abraham Setrakian?

- I know where he's holed up.

Along with Princess Di
and the chrome dome.

- Velders and Goodweather.
Address?

- Hold on. I want to do my patriotic
duties and all that, but...

I think I need
to be fairly compensated.

- My Master.

Mr. Desai has brought us

a promising lead.

- I'm honored.
- You're the big man.

The decision maker.

Alonso Creem at your service.

I can lead you
to the pawnbroker,

the Duchess,
and that bald doctor.

Even the Lumen.

That's four for the price
of one.

But if you boys get
the notion to sting me

to get that information
without paying for it,

I'll drop this sucker
and everybody gets nothing.

- What is your price?

- First, I want
Roosevelt Island back.

No strigs, no baton carriers.

My island, under my control.

- How dare you?

- Anything else?

- You can give me full control

over the entire black market.

And if you want information
or want me to track down

anyone else, my crew
will be at your disposal.

It's a win/win situation.

(snarling)

So... so, what? Do we
have a deal or what?

- No, we do not.

I was merely curious

as to the depth
of your delusion.

(grunting)
(clicking)

(metal crunching)

- OK, so... So wait, wait.
All right.

So... I have another offer.

(slithering)
(gurgling)

(gulping)

(slithering)

- Dutch knows a place where
some meth heads used to cook,

before the Partnership

rounded them up.
She thinks we can

find the necessary
equipment there.

We'll pick up
a strigoi on our way.

In the meantime, you have
one job and one job only. Rest.

- This is the version of you

I remember most.

- Which version is that?

- The one who never gives up
on the people he cares about.

- I have to tell you
something, uh...

about why I left.

Zack's alive.

He's with the Master.

- How do you know?

- The Master spoke to me

through a strigoi.

And I... I saw Zack.

- Where?

- At Stoneheart,

the day we went after
the Master.

After you left,

I was in Palmer's penthouse,
stitching myself up,

and Kelly and Zack
walked in on me.

She attacked me.

I killed her.

Right in front of him.

He had a...

a device. A detonator.

He, um...

He pressed the button.

- Are you saying...

- He set off the bomb.

The nuke that blew up
Liberty Island.

- The Master took my wife.

Tricked me...

into leaving her alone
so he could turn her

because he wanted me

to live with that guilt.

You've carried yours
for nine months.

I've carried mine
for more than 50 years.

This...

is what the Master does
to those who defy him.

This...

is the price we pay. But...

you must not allow this
to weaken your resolve.

You did not put that detonator

in Zack's hand. The Master did.

It was he who turned your wife

and used her
to warp your son's mind.

Not you!

You must hold tight

to that truth.

- The other bridges and tunnels,
they run right into Midtown.

It's gotta be covered
in munchers.

- Lower Manhattan?
- Well, from the plane,

it still looks deserted.

- Brooklyn Bridge it is, then.

- There's gonna be
a reception committee.

- Wouldn't want it
any other way.

- Actually, I can think
of a number of other ways

I'd rather have it.
But it is what it is,

so let's do it.
(distant sirens)

- (Fet): Weird.

The checkpoint on this side
is deserted.

So's the Manhattan side.

There is not a chance in hell

that they're leaving the door
wide open for us.

- (Quinlan): An obvious trap.
- (Roman): Whatever we do,

we can't keep hanging around here. Not
after we bust through the road blocks.

- What do you think, Born-o?

(exclamations of surprise)

(metal creaking)

(metal creaking)

♪♪♪

- That's all the bridges
and tunnels.

Every contact with the outside
world has been severed.

There's no way they're getting
that warhead into the city.

- My compliments.

- Mr. Desai planned

and organized
the entire operation.

Not even Eldritch Palmer
would have

been able to execute
such a feat.

That...

was perhaps a bit of an
overstatement. Palmer--

- Palmer was a quisling,

a traitor to his own kind.

- Yes. Of course. Precisely.

- So...

will there be anything else?

- Yes.

Would you be so kind
as to remove the...

silver from Mr. Creem's teeth?

(clicking)

(nervous chuckling)

- It seems to be causing him
a certain discomfort.

No?

- Do it quickly.

We wouldn't want him to burn up

before he's become useful.

(Creem grunting)

(hissing)

(Desai groaning)

(grunts)

Thank you.

- What are you doing?
- Something I should've done

a long time ago.

I did some bad shit
you know nothing about.

The professor gave me a chance
to make it right,

and I didn't take it.

Maybe it's not too late.

- Wherever you go, I go.

We're blood, right?

- Looks like they've
been going off

all over the city.
East and West Side.

The Partnership's not been
keeping up the infrastructure.

Do you think it could
be the gas mains?

- It was too deliberate
for that. They were going off

in a controlled sequence.
- Either way,

I've a bad feeling.
We should get back soon.

- Just about done.
- Wonder how many alchemists

got this wrong
before they got it right.

- Let's just hope
we got it right.

- I overheard you telling
the professor about Zack.

I'm sorry for what I said
about you not being here.

- You weren't wrong.
- But I was

out of line. You're back.

That's all that matters.

(zipping)
And I don't know

what I would have done
if you hadn't shown up.

That... cantankerous

old man has been the only thing
that's kept me going.

Knowing he's believed in me
right from the start,

even after I told him
I broke the Internet.

- He's a shrewd judge
of character.

- You're only saying that
because he forgave you.

- Sorry. I just...

wanted to make sure
you didn't need anything?

- I'm fine.

- Souvenir?

- It's a Romanian prayer rope.

The orthodoxy call it
"the sword of the spirit."

They believe prayer

is a... a weapon

that can defeat the devil.

- Maybe that's the problem.

I stopped praying
a long time ago.

Didn't seem to make
a difference.

- I have felt

that myself from...

time to time.

- And you still believe?

- I think we focus too much

on the end result,
not enough on...

the act itself.

Prayer is an act of...

humility, of... uh, connection.

Reaching out

to another and to God.

If we stop praying,
we sever that connection.

Give ourselves over
to arrogance.

We...

isolate ourselves.

♪♪♪

- Yes, of course.

That's it!

- What did you find?
- (Eichhorst): Yes,

by all means,

share your epiphany with us...

...A230385.

(whimpering)
(snarling)

(screaming)

- I can hear
your heartbeat, Jew.

Fluttering like a dying moth.

It's over.

We should have done this

decades ago,

when it would have
been a fair contest.

(slithering)
No!

He belongs to me.

(growling)
The moment of truth

has arrived,

A230385.

Now is your chance
to rid the world

of the great evil

that stands before you.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Go ahead, pawnbroker.

Pick it up.

(panting)

(flesh sizzling)
(groaning)

So, where is your God now, Jew?

- Watching you through me.

And soon he will see you

burn in hell.

(laughs)

- So, now you are
an avenging angel, huh?

An instrument
of divine retribution.

- No.

Just an ordinary man.

But that is all
that will be required

to bring your Master

to his knees.

- Abraham. Look at me.

Remember when we first met?

In the concentration camp?

I laid my gun
on your work table.

If you had just had the courage

to grab it, all this

might have never happened.

Does that thought trouble you?

(gunfire)

- (Gus): It's the German.

You all right?

(groaning)
- Come on. I got you. I got you.

Come on. Sit right here. Okay?

(panting)

- What are you doing here?

- I'm throwing in
with the likes of you.

Stay here, all right?
I'll be back.

Let's go.

Stay close to me,
Raul, all right?

He's fast.
- Yeah.

Come on, come on.

- (Eichhorst):
Augustin Elizalde!

It's been a long time.

- Waxy boy!

Been too long!

It's time we settle up.

- Whatever do you mean?

You were well paid

for your services.
- Uh-uh. Uh-uh. I owe you.

I owe you for my mom.

I owe you for my brother.

And Angel! Come on! Come on!
(rapid footsteps)

- Your companion's

blood smells like yours.

Is he another relative?

(screaming)

- No! No!
- And now, this one, too.

- No!

(snarling)

(grunting)

♪♪♪

- Augustin. Now, you.

(slithering)

(gasping)

(grunts)

(groaning)

Admit it,

A230385.

You've always been curious

about what's on the other side.

- Are you gonna stand there,

flapping your lips all day

or finish this?

(slithering)
- (Gus): No! No!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(shattering)

(grunting)

(gagging)

- Like rats,

you cannot vomit
the blood thinner.

An anatomical curiosity,

but very significant,

too, don't you think?

You are vermin.

Look at me. I want your Master

to see this.

Can you hear me?

I have something

to say to you.

(gagging)

You are the hunger.

The strain that feeds on us

since time immemorial.

But make no mistake,

you're still a parasite.

And we will flush you out

and burn you.

It will not be me.

It will not be now,

but it will happen.

No matter how long it takes,

in another face,

in other eyes,

you will see me...

as you die.

(snarling)

And as for you,

Herr Eichhorst...

my name

is Abraham Setrakian...

...and you should know

I'm not

a number anymore.

(speaking foreign language)

(roars)

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