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- (narrator): Previously on The Strain...

- Every contact with the outside world

has been severed. There's no way they're getting

that warhead into the city. - Zack, help!

Come on! Zack! No!

- You gave Abbey a gift. She's part of the Master's family now.

And she will never betray you again.

- A230385.

(crack)

- Your companion's blood smells like yours.

- No!

- And now, this one, too.

(crack) - No!

- Augustin.

Now, you.

(squish)

(grunting)

(groaning)

- Finish this.

(groaning)

My name

is Abraham Setrakian.

(speaking foreign language)

- The professor would want us to wake him to give him the White.

God. I just hope that it...

- (Ephraim): A strigoi in a perfectly tailored suit...

who just happens to be missing a hand.

- We need to be sure.

Look for the head.

- Dutch.

- Serves him right. - Looks like he was poisoned.

- We need to find the professor.

- Hey... it's just me.

- Gus, what the hell happened?

Where's Setrakian and Alex?

- Alex didn't make it.

- And the old man?

Is he okay?

(hard exhale)

- Professor?

(sniffing, exhaling)

- Hey... are you all right?

Setrakian...

- I...

don't have much time.

- How long ago

were you infected? What are your symptoms?

If we can get all the facts, then maybe we can figure out a way to slow down...

- You cannot help me, Doctor.

I still have work to do.

♪♪♪

MAN (on P.A.): This is the Partnership River Patrol.

No one is allowed to cross the river.

Pull the boat into the dock.

- How goes it, fellas?

Cold one, huh?

- No one's allowed to be out here.

- Okay. Uh, you know, no one told me that.

- Armband. - Yeah.

- All right. Search it.

O'Malley? What the hell's going on up there?

Hey. Stay where you are.

(cracking and groaning) What the hell?

(crack) - Aah!

- Nice work. Both of you.

It's good to be home.

- Yeah, now what? Quinlan gonna carry the bomb

wherever your friends are?

- He doesn't have to.

Anyway, it's my turn to drive.

Jesus.

Where the hell is everybody?

- Maybe they've been sequestered.

Rome was like this for a time.

Back in the 14th century.

- What? The plague?

- Wall Street?

Where are you taking us, man?

- The safest place to park the nuke that I can think of.

- (Roman): The government kept a shit-ton of gold

in this place, right?

Think it's still in here? - Doesn't matter,

gold is worthless now. - Yeah, but the building's

still set up to protect it.

- You really think the nuke's gonna be safe

just, like, sitting here while we go find your friends?

I mean, what if the Partnership comes poking around?

- That's an excellent point, Roman.

Here,

keep it set to channel two.

(clicks tongue) - Whoa.

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no. Uh-uh.

No, this is not a good idea. - Have you so little faith

in your own abilities? - No,

I just feel like y'all are gonna leave me down here to die.

- Only if you die of boredom, Roman.

We'll send word as soon as we can.

Hey.

Don't worry so much.

All right?

- You can't just shut us out like this.

You have to let us help you.

There must be something that we can do.

What about the White? - Yes.

If it can slow down the aging process,

then maybe it has a similar effect on the replication

of worms. - The White is useless

against the parasite itself. There is nothing to be done.

- When we find the old man

and tell him we got the nuke, you think he might

finally give me a smile?

Yeah, just like that one.

- You have visitors.

- Hey.

- What's going on?

Hey, Professor.

Sorry, it took so long, but, um,

we finally got you your, uh...

Oh, this can't be happening.

- Professor, relax, relax. Take a seat.

- I have...

tried to write down all I could,

but... I...

I have no time left.

Now, you must listen.

All this time... I had been...

looking at the Lumen through the... prism

of what I wanted to find there;

a concrete way of killing the Master,

but...

I was wrong.

I have gone back in, and...

I understand now

what we have to do.

We have to separate...

the Master from all

his collaborators.

The-the Lumen says...

"The power of the Beast

"resides not within itself...

"but within its limbs,

"those who willfully...

"do its bidding

and provide it sustenance."

Humans.

Acting out of

deluded self-interest.

Once we cut them away,

he will be weakened.

We will then be able to strike,

but this last move will come at a cost.

It will require an act of...

...self-sacrifice.

- Professor...

what about the nuke?

- Please...

do not let the work I've done...

be in vain.

Promise me.

- Okay.

I promise.

(groaning)

(panting)

- Mr. Quinlan.

(short sob)

♪♪♪

(crunch, thump)

(loud cry)

(sniffling)

(wind whooshing)

- Does anyone want to say something?

- I have been a witness to human mortality

for more than 2,000 years.

I know that a single human life

is too often just a flicker in the darkness.

We should not mourn this man.

His death was inevitable. Instead,

we should remember what it is that he showed us.

That the real...

impact of a life depends on will.

The determination to keep on fighting,

no matter the cost.

His life was a beacon.

For all of us.

Mr. Fet.

He would want you to have this.

To carry on his work.

- He must've taken all of it.

- You know, I told him this was poison.

I never thought he would take...

- He wasn't gonna let them win.

Not while he had any fight left in him.

- Alex.

Were you there when she died?

- By the time I got there she was already down.

I saw my cousin die, though.

Eichorst wanted me to see it.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm just sayin' it's probably better

that you didn't see what happened to her.

At least you got to say good-bye to the old man.

- You know...

when my father died

I was in India, I was working.

He had a sudden heart attack

at a pancake breakfast at the Rotary Club.

I always thought

if I could have seen him...

one last time, just talked to him...

it'd be easier, somehow. Not easier, different.

I'd be more settled.

But I've seen

a lot of people I love die

and I don't feel settled. I feel...

- Like you wish you had 'em all back.

(sighs)

- I had a dream when I was out there.

The Professor, he had the Lumen.

He was burning the pages.

Then I saw he was infected.

I mean, that's weird, right?

How it all...

basically came true?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Or maybe you were just... dreaming

about what you were most afraid of.

- Yeah.

- What do you think?

- (sighs): I think

I just spent nine months

getting a nuke for the old man and, uh...

I'm wondering how it all fits in.

I-I don't see anything. I mean,

where's the face of God in all of this?

- Setrakian told me he was wrong about the face of God.

- Wrong how?

- I'm not really sure.

- He was caught up in this new idea:

cutting off the Master from his collaborators. You heard him.

- Yes, we did. And with all due respect,

he may not have been in his right mind at the time.

It's possible that the voice we heard was not Setrakian's

at all but the Master trying to lead us astray. - I don't believe that.

- Well, that's fine, 'cause it's not about what we believe,

it's about what we know, and we know that a bomb

wiped out the Ancients. - No, we don't know that.

We presume that. What we know is that his last bomb

killed thousands of people, and it triggered a nuclear war

that killed millions of people, and plunged us

into nuclear winter. So, I'm a little wary

of setting off another one. - We need to gather

all of our weapons as soon as possible.

- Why? We got a big sale coming up?

- Nah. No more selling. We're done with all that.

We're putting everything we got into the fight with the strigoi

and the Master. And that

includes all of us.

- Do you think you can tell me what to do?

- (some): Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Calma, calmate.

- Where is Creem? - He tried to make a deal

with the strigoi and it didn't go so well.

Last I saw him, he was trying to drink my blood,

so I drove a dagger into his big-ass mouth.

Now, that's what I'm trying to tell you,

we can't think that this doesn't involve us anymore.

Every deal you make,

every decision you think you're making,

the Master has a hand in it.

And if we don't fight, we're helping him win.

- Now, if you think you're tougher than Creem,

you can go. Do what you gotta do.

I'm not gonna stop you.

- All right, so what do we do know? We know that...

sunlight won't kill him, cutting off his head doesn't work.

Neither does putting him in a box, so...

- It's astonishing to me that we're still debating this.

The Master is clearly afraid of us attacking him with a nuke.

He just blew every bridge and tunnel onto Manhattan

to try and keep us from bringing one anywhere near him.

- Well, that may be true, but I still agree with Eph.

Vaporizing a city full of people is not the way to save humanity.

- Most of those people are working with The Partnership.

If you're so keen on doing what Setrakian said-- cutting off

the Master's collaborators-- then I think setting off

a nuclear bomb is an excellent way of doing that.

- He did say that killing the Master would come at a cost.

- Yeah, some sort of self- sacrifice, not mass annihilation.

- All right. What's your idea, Doc? Huh?

Come on, dazzle us.

You got nothing, huh?

But you want me

to toss out the nuke just because you're telling me to?

- You made the promise to Setrakian. Does that not

mean anything to you? - This is a waste of time.

- Where are you going? - To get the bomb.

- Hey, hey, hang on. What are you gonna do?

You're just gonna go get it and set it off?

We don't know where the Master is yet.

- How do you propose we find him? Shall we hand out flyers?

We know the Master is somewhere on the island. If we set

the bomb to the highest possible yield, the odds

of killing him are good. - Have you not heard

a word that we've said? - Yes. And not one of them has

convinced me in the slightest. - You're not setting off that nuke.

- You really think you're gonna stop me, Doctor? - All right, boys.

I think I have a way to find the Master. - How?

- Sanjay Desai.

He works at the Partnership medical facility where Setrakian

and I were being held. He used to meet with Eichorst

all the time. He's at the top of the Master's pile of human shit.

If we grab him, we can bring him back here,

and make him tell us where the Master is.

- And we'd be taking a collaborator from him.

That's what the old man wanted us to do.

- Regardless of what we wind up doing with the nuke.

- Not only that.

We can get everyone out of that horrible place.

(heavy breathing)

- Our enemies are closing in.

They have managed to bring an atomic bomb onto this island.

You know the devastation such a weapon can cause?

Yes,

of course you do.

Now, everything we have achieved is at risk.

The peace we have established

is being eroded.

They will not stop

until they have incinerated us all.

- There must be something we can do.

- There is something.

It's rather delicate.

A task only you can perform.

- Me?

- Yes, my son.

You are uniquely suited for it.

What happens next

will determine the fate of all of us.

(low growling)

- I have to go out for a while.

- You have nothing

to worry about, Zack.

You were born to do this.

That's why the Master chose you.

- Wow.

You're so hot.

I meant, like,

you're warm. Your body.

(growling continuing)

(growls)

(indistinct conversations)

- That's new.

- I lost my sword. And we can't all be wearing them now.

- You think you got a pretty good idea of what we're going up against?

- I only know what it was like when I left.

I'm sure they've amped up the security since.

We should be ready for anything.

- It makes me sick that you were ever there.

- Not half as sick as it makes me.

- So, tell me,

what brought about your... recommitment to the cause?

- Something the Professor said. Made me realize

that no matter how hard you try, you can't escape what you're

right in the middle of. - I'm sure he was pleased

you came to your senses. - Yeah, but not for long.

They found him because of me.

- And the fact that they'd been hunting him for years.

Don't dwell on it.

There are far more guilty people than you.

- You have no idea what I've done.

- I don't need to. I'm sure the list is long and tedious.

One thing I do know:

whipping your own back won't make you stronger.

It'll only distract you.

I have a load of prisoners who I am to take

to the drainage room immediately.

Is there a problem?

- It's just that prisoners are usually

taken to the loading dock.

For sorting. - I'm under special orders.

- Uh, yes, sir. Sorry. Come on in.

(buzzing)

(growling)

- Everyone clear on where they're going?

Just remember, the longer you can go without raising

the alarms, the better it is for everyone.

- Radios?

- (Fet): Kinda weird that Mr. Bigshot collaborator

still has his office next to

a bunch of locked-up pregnant women.

- It's his pet project. He likes to keep an eye

on how all the women are coming along.

Make sure everything's running on schedule.

- Are you sure this mission isn't all about revenge?

- I'm never all about one thing, Doc.

- Oh, we know that. - This is you.

- Good luck, Doc. - You too.

- The boat was left abandoned on Pier 16,

along with the bodies of four of our river patrolmen.

- (sighs)

And I'm gonna assume

that this stolen delivery boat,

it, uh, was of a size that could accommodate

a nuclear warhead.

(phone rings) - What?

- I hate to bother you, sir.

I-I'm sure it's nothing, but there was an unusual delivery

at the south garage door.

It was-it was a van full of prisoners.

Uh, the driver said that he was heading straight for drainage.

You knew about this, right?

When the hell did this happen?

- Uh, just a few minutes ago.

(indistinct conversation in distance)

- Hey.

- Yeah? What?

Is there something you wanted?

- It's nothing. Forget it. Have a good one.

- Look, I don't know who this mystery van driver

of yours is...

but there is nobody at drainage.

Shit.

(alarm wailing in distance)

Okay, I'm gonna use really small words

so you don't screw it up.

Get this place locked down. Tight.

(alarm wailing)

- Open all the doors.

Please don't make me kill somebody today.

- I'm no traitor.

- Fine.

(beeping, locks clicking in distance)

- Is that...

Jesus Christ. They're in the building.

They're right outside this office. Murphy...

- (grunts)

(people screaming, crying)

No! Let go of me!

Wait! Wait! - (growls)

(shrieking)

(grunting)

(growling and groaning)

(growling)

- My man.

All right, let's get everybody out of the cages.

- This way, here we go! - Shh, shh. - Who are they?

- Miranda? - Where's Rosalinda?

Did she make it out? - I don't know, I haven't seen her.

- I have no idea... - Murphy,

get them in the tanning room. All three of you.

Get in there. Now. Move it! - Go, go, go.

- Lock the door.

You, get on the ground.

(groaning)

Murphy.

Stay here. We're safer here.

The strigs'll come up from drainage

to help us. We just gotta hold them off long enough

until they get here. Stay back, Dutch.

Or all these young mothers are dead.

Hey!

Not another step there, handsome.

- Fet, don't. He'll do it.

- So what's the plan here?

There could be a busload of strigoi on their way right now.

The longer that we wait, the harder it's gonna be to get...

- Yeah, I get it.

Go.

Go.

- Damn.

(groaning)

- You're not gonna listen to me? Fine. Shoot her.

Goddamn it, Murphy, shoot her!

- Fine, I'll do it myself.

- Don't! Please.

(gunshot)

- Goddamn it! - Quick, here, here!

(gunshot) -Oh!

(grunting, panting)

Shit!

- You'll be all right. Come on, let's go.

Come on, I got you.

Come on, man, let's go.

(deep growling)

- Wait.

(grunting)

(growling)

(snarling)

(grunts)

- Come on.

Oh, shit.

(clicking)

- I got this. We need him alive.

- Ow!

Shit.

(grunting)

(groaning) God...

damn it! - Aah!

Aah!

- (grunting): Goddamn it!

(panting)

- You know you're not getting outta here, right?

You're gonna end up like your little buddy, Rosalinda,

tossed in the incinerator. (grunts)

- You piece of shit.

(indistinct conversations in distance)

- You really think he's gonna talk when he wakes up?

- He'll talk eventually.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm just thinking about Alex.

I probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her.

I'd probably still be down in Philly,

hiding out.

Or worse: I could be in a feedlot.

- Hey, we bumped into this kid out there.

Said he was looking for you.

- What kid? Where?

- I dunno, man, some kid. He was in the market on MLK.

But don't worry. We didn't tell him anything.

- What did he look like?

- White kid. Uh, this... this tall.

Skinny. Dark, longish hair.

- That describes a lot of kids, Doc.

- And even if, by any chance, this is him,

why would he be looking for you now,

after all this time with the Master?

- You mean the-the market by the Harlem River?

- Yeah.

- Eph. - I know, I know, you're both

probably right.

But I have to see for myself.

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪♪

Zack?

♪♪♪

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