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- Previously on The Strain... (grunting)

(roaring)

- There is dark potential in this boy.

He deserves a trophy for his kill.

- I'm here to clean. - Cool.

- I know I promised we'd get you a nuke,

but it's not exactly like running down to the corner store

for a loaf of bread. - The world is dying.

You and Mr. Quinlan are its last hope.

- Hey... - Oh...

- Quinlan, this is my new friend Roman.

Roman used to work at a missile base down the street.

- Is there a weapon? - So he says.

- Goodweather is out there somewhere.

- My legion is searching for them.

As well as rounding up every nuclear weapon.

- You two are blowing up buses

and you don't even know they use them

to transport human prisoners?

- If we waited for the perfect, polite moment to revolt,

it would never happen.

- Those big Partnership buildings, I saw them pumping

tankerfuls of blood into the pipes.

If you could put something poisonous

into that blood, you could take out

thousands of strigoi and they wouldn't know

what hit them. - Okay. Let's do that.

(wind blowing)

(bird calling)

(wind blowing)

- Damn.

I guess that means, uh...

- You clean.

- FET: Yup. Snow is coming.

- VELDERS: Oh, yeah? How can you tell?

- My sinuses. They're very sensitive

to the barometric pressure.

- Bullshit.

- Your missile silo is not marked on the map.

- That would kind of defeat the whole

secret base thing, wouldn't it?

(indistinct conversation)

- How many people are we gonna to find there?

- Five, plus my C.O.

- You think they're still there?

- Why would they leave? They had supplies for two years.

If... You know, if anything,

I think more folks will be there.

- I hope they didn't run into

that muncher convoy that we saw.

- How will your friends react to us taking the warhead?

- Oh, they're cool.

What the hell they gonna do with it, right?

Military's gone and we're living in a...

nuclear winter.

Who gives a shit?

- You said that, um...

your wing didn't fire their missiles.

You got any idea who did?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

India and Pakistan?

Iran and Israel?

- Don't forget the Russians.

- 6,000 years of civilization,

and then we're back to hunting, gathering,

and dodging predators. (scoffs)

- The Master knocked us down a notch

on the food chain, that's for sure.

- It was your bombs brought about the Night Eternal, not the Master.

Without the weapons of mass destruction

your people so eagerly hurled at one another,

Master would still be hiding in his tunnels.

(indistinct speaking)

- Right now, we...

we just need to rest. We leave in four hours.

♪ ♪

- You sure this'll work?

- Works on cats, dogs,

even us, if the dosage is right.

- But strigoi. - This rat poison

is essentially a powerful blood thinner.

My thinking is these creatures

are streamlined

blood-processing machines. So they should be

highly susceptible to systemic damage.

- Think we should add a little salt for flavor?

(chuckling)

My son, Scott,

he used to love to help me cook.

That boy developed a very complicated relationship

with food.

He wrote an essay in the third grade

called "Meat Loaf Makes Me Sad."

- Why sad?

- He noticed I only made meatloaf in the fall.

You know, comfort food for cold weather.

So, when Scott smelled meat loaf,

he knew that summer was over.

- Well, sounds like an observant kid.

- Yeah. Funny. Oh.

Nobody could make me laugh like him.

- That's nice that you could remember the good times.

I mean, I... I remember the events.

But the feelings...

...I've lost them.

- It has been a long journey.

And it's still day to day.

(footsteps approaching)

- How's it coming?

- It's ready. - All right, so now we just

hijack one of those tankers, roll up, and pump it

into one of their nest houses, right? Just like they do.

- Yeah, that's not gonna work.

I've seen how they do it. Security's too tight.

They see a new driver, they'll nail us.

- Okay, so...

you got a better idea?

- Well, you're right that we still need to get to a tanker.

But we need them to deliver it.

♪ ♪

- CAP: No.

Shit.

- FET: Those your people?

- Yes.

(crows cawing)

- Hey, Cap, what happened to that diesel fuel you promised?

- Fuel's right there. Much as you want.

- The silo, right? Could munchers have opened it?

- That silo cap weighs 80 tons.

Had to be opened by someone who knew how.

- What about the missile? - Hold up, Born-o.

First things first.

- Fet! You out of your mind? You can't drop a grenade down there.

- These things have less bang than a firecracker.

They're just gonna

spread a lot of silver around and burn out

any munchers still hiding down there.

Never been a more perfect time to say this:

(clicking)

- Fire in the hole.

(explosion)

- Finally,

some good news.

(thudding)

- It's in the silo. - Where did that come from?

- Not sure. - What happened?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gunfire) - Jesus.

- God damn it. God damn it. Shots fired.

- Quinlan?

You all right?

Quinlan?

Can you hear me?

- Yes. (gunfire)

- You in the silo. Stop shooting.

- Ah. - All right? We're friendlies.

- Deodamnatus.

(groaning): Ah.

(gunfire) - Just hang tight.

Coming to get you.

(gunfire)

Whoever's shooting down there.

Look, we're human.

The guy you shot, he's one of us.

We mean you no harm.

Let's talk about this, okay?

Could this be one of your guys?

- Segala?

Dukali? Is that you?

This is Captain Daniel Roman

of the 284th Missile Squadron.

Stand down and come out.

- Could it be a strigoi? - I don't know.

Is there any other way in? - Two.

Primary personnel access right there.

Weighs 2,000 pounds and takes 15 minutes to open.

- It won't work. He'll hear us, set up on us.

We'd be sitting ducks.

- There's the escape hatch from the launch control center. It's quicker.

A tunnel runs from control to the missile tube.

- Okay.

Okay. We're gonna need some guys

to keep the shooter's attention while a couple more

go in after Quinlan. - You sure there's

only one shooter? The captain here yelled a couple of names.

- It is what it is. Let's just get it done.

- Hey, man, it's not our gig.

I mean, you get the weapon, we get whatever we can scrounge.

That was our deal. That's still the deal.

We have no use for a nuclear weapon.

- Love the spirit of collaboration.

Thanks, guys.

- Come on. - Okay.

- Me? I can't go down there.

If I get killed you got no one who knows how to detach

the warhead. Not to mention

I'm the only one who knows how to make it work.

- Screw you guys. I'll do it myself.

- Well, try not to touch the missile.

It's coated with skin-eating fungicide.

- Of course it is.

- I got your back.

- I appreciate it.

This isn't like hunting in wide-open spaces.

Tunnels are my turf. I got this.

Just make sure that these guys are still here when I get back.

We're gonna need that truck.

- You be careful.

(indistinct speaking)

(alarm ringing in distance)

(grunting)

(bone cracking)

(sighing)

(sizzling)

(alarm continuing)

♪ ♪

(heavy breathing)

♪ ♪

(alarm ringing)

(sighing)

(gunfire)

(rapid gunfire)

- Yo, buddy. Stop all the

shooting, all right? It's hard on the ears.

Talk to me, man.

We can reason with each other.

♪ ♪

That guy you shot?

The half-muncher?

Trust me, man. He's, uh...

He's impossible to kill.

If you don't lay back and listen

to reason, he's gonna kill you. - Shut up!

You are trespassing

on U.S. government property. - I'm not playing around, kid.

No, you keep screwing around,

that guy's gonna jack you up.

- My friend is telling the truth here.

If you put the gun down

I'll let you live. - No deal, asshole.

- Fine. So be it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Who'd wanna take it as it comes ♪

(rodent squeaking)

- Hey there.

Easy now.

It's okay.

♪ Only the devil really knows ♪

Don't you worry.

Got a new home for you with a lot more room.

♪ Long live rock and roll ♪

♪ I tried to turn it down ♪

♪ But it just took me by control ♪

(hissing)

♪ You wrote it on the wall ♪

♪ We wrote it on the wall ♪

(elevator dings)

♪ ♪

♪ We wrote it on the wall ♪ - Hi.

♪ You wrote it on the wall ♪

(elevator dings)

♪ You wrote it on the wall. ♪

(hissing) (gasping)

(growling) - Oh... Oh my God.

(growling)

Help! Please! - Hey!

You back off!

I said get back!

Sorry about that.

She's just... overprotective.

- I... I can't do this. (growling)

- It's okay, she won't bother you anymore.

- Sorry. I'm leaving.

- (male voice:) Attention fellow citizens, we need your help.

The Partnership is rapidly building

better lives for us all,

but we must continue to do our part.

It is our duty to remain healthy

so that we may contribute to our new community.

Nutrition is vital

to a healthy lifestyle. Be sure to get

plenty of sleep...

- Why are you following me?

- Should you feel ill, do not hesitate

to visit your local Freedom Medical Center.

- I wanted to give you these.

- Your Freedom Card is up to date...

(snarling) It's okay, really.

Take as many as you want, anytime.

- Each of us is vital to the building of our...

- Thanks.

- I was hoping we could talk.

- About what? - I don't know. Anything.

- Why? - 'Cause I have no one else to talk to.

- What about the German dude? - He's not my friend.

Could you just slow down a second?

- We're only supposed to be on the street if we're going

to work or you're going home.

(snarling)

- You don't have to worry about them when you're with me.

It's okay. I can do anything I want.

Go anywhere I want.

I'll show you.

- We need to move on.

- Hey. She's with me.

(snarling)

See?

- Sorry, but I'm still scared to be out here talking to you.

- I know a place we can go

where there's no strigoi and it's super cool.

I go there to be alone and think.

You'll love it. I promise.

(engine idling)

- Any sign of the tanker?

- Not yet. Maybe he got delayed at his first stop.

So, where are you from?

Before all this happened, I was living in New York.

- What brought you here? - After the...

nukes went off, I had to get away from the fallout.

I hooked up with a guy who had a car. He was going to Philly.

- Sounds pretty random.

- Wasn't pretty random. It was totally random.

- So, you were in New York

when that first nuke went off on Ellis Island?

- Liberty Island.

The first nuke took out the Statue of Liberty.

- Jesus.

We heard it was set off by a militia group.

- The strigoi did it.

- Wait, I thought you said that they can't cross moving water.

- They had help.

- Human help?

God, you gotta be kidding.

I mean, holding a baton or working in one

of their factories, that's one thing. But what kind of shithead

would help them set off a nuke?

(vehicle approaching)

- Here she is.

- We're in play.

♪ ♪

It's approaching the intersection.

- (male voice): Ready. - Start the ball.

(crashing)

(brakes screeching)

♪ ♪

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- I had the right of way. - Making a left-hand turn?

What, are you out of your goddamn mind? - Where'd you learn to drive?

I'm out of my mind? You're an idiot, okay? I've got work to do.

- Well, let's move these things and get back to work, okay?

(electric whirring)

- Just... just back up your vehicle so I can go.

- Are you blind? Look at that. I'm locked in.

- Get those goddamn vehicles out of my way.

- What the hell do you think we're doing?

- Standing around with your thumbs up your asses.

- I got a schedule to keep. - So do we.

- Yeah. - The bumpers are stuck, okay?

- Well, how about I get the strigs in the back of that bus

to help? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Get your hands off me.

- You got a crowbar? Something to pry this loose?

- Heh. What do I look like, the auto club?

- We'll have it cleared in just a minute.

- That's gonna be on your ass, not on mine.

- Don't go back there. They're riled enough already.

Move these vehicles now.

- The bumpers are hooked. - Yeah.

- I've got a schedule to keep.

- God damn it. You don't want him

to let that mongrel go. (growling)

Help me out. - This is your...

- You too. Come on. - Come on. Help us. - Push.

(growling) - Push.

- Push.

♪ ♪

- Let's get the hell out of here.

(grunting)

(honks)

(alarm ringing in distance)

(panting)

- I am an American fighting in the

forces which guard my country

and my way of life.

(gunfire)

- (sighing): Oh, shit.

(clanging)

(grunts)

- Sniper down!

Dukali, huh?

You know Captain Roman, but...

why didn't you answer him, hmm?

- What happened to your friends, kid?

- Strigs came.

With people helping them.

People like you.

Like the captain.

Why the hell

would you guys do that?

- Long story.

Things are... a little complicated up there.

You take it easy, all right?

(gunshot) Jesus!

What the hell did you do that for?

- Because I said I would.

- He was finished. He couldn't hurt anyone.

- He should have put the gun down when I told him to.

- So, uh...

do you live with your parents?

- Um...

They were killed by that first bomb.

The one that blew up the Statue of Liberty.

- Hey. Come here.

This one's my favorite.

- So, what's your deal, anyway?

- My deal? - Yeah, everyone's living

two and three to a room, and you're in that tricked-out place

all by yourself. What makes you so special?

- They think I have potential.

- Potential for what?

(growling)

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- So, listen,

you can have as much food as you want. And you can stay

for dinner anytime you want. And if there's anything you need,

anything, just let me know.

- Do you think m....

Uh...

forget it. - What?

It's okay, really.

Ask me anything.

- I live in this building with a bunch of other kids

who lost their parents.

And all they have to eat

is one Partnership Freedom Bar a day.

And some of them are getting sick.

So, I was wondering if...

- If you could bring them some of my food?

- If you can't, it's...

- Sure. Take as much as you want.

- Thank you so much.

Um...

I just realized I don't know your name.

- Zack. What's yours?

- Abby.

- Nice to meet you, Abby.

- You have no idea how much

this means to me.

- No biggie.

(elevator dings)

- Yeah!

(elevator dings)

(growling)

- Zack.

Come in.

How are you today, my son?

(growling)

- I was thinking.

Maybe I don't need the White.

I mean...

...I'm breathing just fine.

- What's troubling you?

- The people who work for you...

is it true they don't get fresh food?

- The girl told you this.

- Is it true? - Some are sick.

But not because of the food. It's because of the fallout

from the bombs the humans dropped on each other.

The radiation destroyed

much of the world's food supplies.

Come.

For thousands of years

the human mind has been at war with itself:

religion, Marxism,

fascism, capitalism.

Sound ideas in theory,

but each defeated by an essential flaw

in the human psyche.

- What flaw?

- Human selfishness and vanity

are ingrained, indelible.

I know this

because the minds of millions of humans

exist within me.

- Seriously?

- I possess the consciousness

of every individual

my spawn have turned.

And of all the creatures in the natural world...

the human animal is the most dangerous,

given to impulsive acts of violence.

- But what about the others?

The ones down there? The survivors.

- Their leaders cast them into darkness.

But, fortunately,

a new species has risen to supplant them,

united by a single consciousness,

a single purpose.

There will be no more wars.

I will make sure their vicious impulses

never ravage this world again.

And you, Zack,

can help me do that.

Or you can return

to being an ordinary, lonely boy.

The choice is yours.

Of course, you will no longer live here.

I wonder how the girl will feel

when she has no job

and you have nothing to offer her.

- No.

I want to help you.

- Very good, my son.

- This is a Whiskey 8-5-Mod-4 variable-yield nuclear warhead.

- The Lumen says that the Face of God is

"a light of such majestic brilliance

that the Master's essence is destroyed."

Sounds like this'll do the job, huh?

- I wouldn't get, uh...

too excited just yet.

- What's wrong? - It's missing the pit assembly.

- What the hell is a pit assembly?

- The pit would be a 10-pound hollow plutonium sphere

that the exploding PBX squishes into critical mass,

which then produces the big bang.

- And that's what used to be in the center here?

- Exactly. - So we're screwed.

You led us on a wild goose chase.

- If we find the number 1-2-A pit,

this is a perfectly functional nuclear weapon.

- If we find the pit.

- The muncher convoy we saw.

Maybe that's what they were doing.

- The Master used a nuclear weapon

to eliminate the Ancients. Now he wants

to take the others out of play.

- And destroy them.

- I'd say more likely, uh... stash them somewhere.

- Well, why would he do that? - Thermonuclear pits

are designed to survive a plane crash

without blowing up.

And it would be suicidal

to try to take one of these apart if you didn't know exactly

what you were doing.

- We've got to find that convoy.

- Still no movement inside? - Nothing.

- No strigoi have gone in or come out since the tanker left.

- It's been over two hours.

- I'm going in. - Wait, you can't be serious.

There could be a thousand strigs in that place.

- Well, they're probably dead.

- Then why go in?

- Because "probably" isn't good enough.

- I'm coming with you.

- Really.

- "Probably" isn't good enough for me either.

(creaks)

(distant thudding)

(stairs creaking)

(sniffs)

- Oh. - Ah.

- Oh, shit. - Shh.

- The smell.

♪ ♪

(trickling)

- Jesus.

- The worms are dead.

(gurgling)

(gurgling)

Can it see us? - Doubt it.

Its eyes are filled with blood.

(snarling)

♪ ♪

- I'd call this a win.

- You wished to see me, my lord?

- There has been an incident in Philadelphia.

Over 2,000 of our brethren

were poisoned.

- How? - Tainted blood

from one of our trucks

reached several nests.

- The Jew did this.

Or one of his cohorts.

This is good news.

I was waiting for this.

For months we have not been able to find them.

Now we know where they are.

(snarls)

- Root them out, Thomas.

If word of this surfaces,

it could unravel

all the good work we have done.

We must crush them.

Now.

- Rest assured, mein Meister,

these vile terrorists

will be hunted down and destroyed.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Collaborators. Human scum.

- What do they do in here?

- Eat lunch.

Among other things.

- These are all towns in Pennsylvania.

- Cargo manifests.

900 units.

750 units,

650.

- What are they shipping, blood?

- Tankers hold thousands of gallons.

It's gotta be something different.

What the hell are they up to?

- Fascinating question, Doc.

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH