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Previously on The Strain...
Where's Zack? We want the Lumen.
You have a choice to make. The Lumen or Zack.
What did the Master offer you for it?
My son.
Take off the goddamn helmet!
Stop right there! Freeze!
Seven bodies, that makes two full sweep teams.
What's a sweep team?
You shit-heads just got conscripted.
That book is the answer to both our problems.
You will get your son back and I will kill my father.
Send out my wife and son.
Let me see his face.
Those are my navy seals.
They've been turned.
Mr. Quinlan!
Can you just... to the right?
Okay, give me a sec here.
Okay, how's that? Could you put this on, please?
Better. Thanks.
I only have a few minutes here. Of course.
So, how big's the team covering
what's going on here in the city?
You're looking at it.
The New York bureau shut down three days ago.
My guys and me refused to leave.
All right, we're rolling.
Ms. Faraldo, you've been leading
the charge here in New York City.
But in the last few days there's been a shift.
The strigoi, as some people are calling them,
have taken ground from you in Harlem, parts of the Bronx,
Queens and Lower Manhattan.
According to reports you're having trouble holding battle lines.
Not true. We're making progress.
Where are you making progress?
All throughout Manhattan, upper and lower.
Harlem, Queens.
I understand that in Lower Manhattan
the fight isn't just being fought by your own security forces.
We have confirmed reports that
chain gangs of conscripted prisoners
are being forced into the fight.
What?
How many of these "chain gangs" has the NYPD set up?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Are you familiar with someone named Ben Greene?
Should I be?
Ben was arrested for breaking curfew, and was denied due process.
According to Ben's account, these chain gangs
are comprised of people who've committed any range of offenses.
And they're being forced to clear strigoi from infected areas.
Many go in, most don't survive.
Turn the camera off.
Ben is 16.
You really think turning people against our efforts
is a good idea right now?
We're hanging by a thread.
The citizens have a right to know...
what's going on. Turn the camera off!
What are you doing here?
Documenting the fall of New York.
Get these assholes out of my office!
Two things about your great plan that didn't work out.
One, you didn't die.
You know that, that whole...
myth, that "he dies,
you die", that never really made sense to me.
Although, neither does how fast you appear to be healing.
And, two...
I don't have my son back.
That was kind of a big part of the plan for me.
So, congrats on chopping your dad's head off.
And sorry your suicide mission didn't really work out.
And thanks, for leaving me here with nothing.
It's been a long night, professor.
Come on.
Take a load off. Sit.
I cannot sit at a time like this.
I worked my whole life towards this end.
We killed the Master, right? I saw his head go plop.
We should celebrate with a drink.
I mean, seriously, I'm worried, professor.
You should exercise your facial muscles more.
Mr. Fet, this is me happy.
But we still have work to do.
That deceitful, half-human, full-on thief,
decapitated the King Rat, right?
Come on. Come on, drink.
Now the question is...
what's next?
Without the controlling intelligence of the Master,
the strigoi are on their own.
Untethered. Feral.
Every muncher for himself.
Precisely.
Well, then you're right.
Our job isn't nearly done.
Lots of throats left to cut.
The tide has turned.
And this is becoming a proper extermination now.
I should start charging my hourly rate.
Hey, doc. Join us for a drink?
Stupid question.
So, how's the patient?
He's gonna make it.
Not that he's happy about that.
Yeah, well, neither am I.
So, how did you end up on the pier?
How did... How did Quinlan talk you into it?
Kelly offered me a deal.
The Lumen for Zack.
I helped Quinlan steal the book.
The plan was to kill the Master and get my son back.
It half worked.
Wait a minute. You...
stole the book?
You teamed up with that filthy half-muncher, against us?
It wasn't about you. No?
You came here and you told us that Nora had died.
Was that some kind of excuse just so that you could rip us off?
Is that what it was?
Those were two different things.
You had no right to do that.
No. I went out there to try to save my son.
I failed. You won.
There's your thank you.
You should've come to me.
They were keeping Zack alive, to trade him for the Lumen.
Now there's no need for that.
I'm sorry about your boy, Ephraim.
Now, please leave.
I don't want to see you right now.
May I use your bathroom?
Where the hell have you been?
You don't wanna know.
Clearly, you've been sleeping in a dumpster.
You're smelling pretty ripe yourself, Doc.
Oh...
Is anyone else, here?
No, Dutch.
It's cool! I was just in the neighborhood and I thought,
"Yeah, bloody hell, why not", you know?
So, I am here.
I see we're both on the same liquid diet.
It's that obvious, huh?
I'm known for my keen intuition.
God, I'm not feeling great.
I'm sick.
Not... strigoi sick.
Booze sick, so don't cut my head off.
I'm gonna lie down.
Okay.
Welcome home!
Mom?
Mr. Eichhorst?
Mom?
Mom!
Help me! Mom!
No! Mom!
Mom! No! Help me!
Mom!
Zack?
Are you okay?
What's happening?
Things have...
changed.
How?
That thing was trying to sting me.
I'll protect you.
I'm here now.
What is going on here?
He's fine.
He's just scared.
And you?
Are you fine as well?
He was supposed to be safe.
This cannot pass! There was a plan.
It cannot be abandoned!
What can we do?
We must act.
We will strike back.
Am I alive?
Or are you in hell with me?
Purgatory, at best.
My weapons?
Over there.
What happened?
You saw it.
I killed the Master.
You chopped his head off.
That does not qualify?
Could you have been wrong,
about dying after the Master dies?
One only has one chance to prove such a theory. Why?
What is the state of the city now?
Strigoi roaming the streets.
Still feeding but, rudderless.
No sense or intelligence.
That's promising. Yes.
You seem not to be convinced.
As do you.
I didn't expect to be pondering this issue.
Mr. Quinlan, I want to know for sure.
You're right.
We must know.
And there's only one place we can go for an answer.
Up. Everybody up.
Come on, get up!
Good morning! Wake up.
Everybody up! Come on, get up!
Let's go, guys, come on.
Come on. Hey! Get up.
Come on. Everybody up!
Come on, get up!
We got heavy assignments today.
Come on. Everybody up.
Come on.
I don't want to be here either, shithead.
He's going to get what he deserves.
Not now.
I need five guys. One, two...
three, four... I'll be your fifth.
All right.
Enough with the shuffling along, pick up the pace.
We just woke up. Damn, sister...
Move it.
Mad cracker.
Empty your pockets.
What the hell is this?
The other officer told me I could keep them.
For my protection.
We got to go! Let's move 'em through the chow line.
Okay, you got ten minutes to eat,
then we're loading in the trucks.
Where are we going?
I'm only a cog in the wheel, just like you.
Come on. Move it. Move it!
What are you guys in for?
Dumb ass brother says, "Hey, let's loot. Forget the curfew."
Story of my life. We were starving out there.
It got us locked up.
I was in my office building, trying to get some of my stuff out.
I just wanted to leave town.
Apparently, I read the "cleared/not cleared" signs incorrectly.
Past doesn't mean shit now.
Good morning. Chain gangs?
At best I look like an inept asshole.
At worst, a lying sack of shit.
That interview was humiliating, Frank.
Not to mention, what... A 16-year-old boy?
We are doing what's necessary.
For this city and for you.
I love that.
For me, yeah?
That's rich!
In case you haven't noticed, the prison system has collapsed.
We're putting these dirt bags to good use.
Since when do you make these calls, Captain?
You know what? I want to see for myself
what this gigantic favor that you've done for me looks like.
Now, get in.
Our job here today,
is to clear all the tunnels between here
and one police plaza. Got it?
Where's our guns?
We don't give guns to inmates. How stupid do you think we are?
Pretty stupid.
You say something?
I said what happens if we refuse to go in there?
Then I'll have to use this.
Do your job, and I won't have to do mine.
Tough guy, right?
But you're not tough enough to go in there yourself.
You see, me, I don't got a problem going in there.
All I need is a pair of gloves.
But the rest of these guys...
They're not prepared for this.
Smells worse than a bum's ass!
Please, brother.
You throw up, we all vomit.
Hold on.
I feel a breeze.
Let's go this way.
My man, Angel De la Plata.
Thank you for coming, senoritas.
Let's go back, get the hell out. We're going to die here.
Help me with this thing. Keep it away from me!
Kill it.
Let's get out of here, man!
Come on! Come on!
You made it back. I knew that you could.
There's... there's something different about these creatures.
Okay? I mean they're not... they're not moving together anymore.
All right? They're doing their own thing now.
I'll make a note of it.
Can I help you with something?
Officer? Hi, yeah.
I'm Justine Faraldo,
Director of Security for New York City.
Yes, ma'am. We know who you are.
I'd like to talk to one of the prisoners.
Anybody got something to say?
Watch yourself.
Hi.
Justine Faraldo.
Augustine Elizalde.
Mr. Elizalde...
Is there anything you want to tell me
about how things are being run here?
You can see for yourself.
Yes, I can.
All right then.
Carry on.
Jesus Christ! Is this who we are now, Frank?
May I have your attention, please?
Hey! May I have your attention?
You have been selected to undertake a critical task.
Much too critical to be left to imbeciles like yourselves.
These are trying times.
And we will persevere, won't we?
You want to feed, yes?
If you can follow my simple instructions,
I promise you a great feast.
The virgin blood of 70 humans.
But only once the task is complete.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Nod if you understand.
You are fine specimens.
Justine Faraldo's own employees.
Come with me.
Stay here. You first.
Hop up here.
"Once more onto the breach, dear friends, once more."
Lie back.
"In peace there's nothing so becomes a man,
as modest stillness and humility.
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
then imitate the action of the tiger."
Hold still now.
"Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.
Let it pry through the portage of the head, like the brass cannon.
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood..."
This...
is a great honor.
"Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
and show them how to war."
I'm telling you, we took out Bolivar. The King Rat.
"We" who?
Myself and some associates.
That's why you're seeing what you're seeing out there.
We're dealing with the same number of attacks as before.
Yeah, but random. One on one.
We took out the strigoi Wi-Fi, you know?
These monsters can't get a signal.
They're too dumb to hide or coordinate.
Like animals, you know?
They see food, they go after it.
Makes them easy to trap and to kill.
Well, that's good, right?
It's great!
Yeah. Yeah, now's our chance.
All right? Now's our chance. We need a big push.
We need everybody that you've got.
Sweep the city clean of the munchers once and for all.
I can't sleep.
Not without boozing until I pass out.
And then, when I eventually do, I just...
end up dreaming about...
Eichhorst's dungeon.
Chain around my neck.
I usually wake up around three, choking.
And I can't get back to sleep until the sun's up.
Have at it.
What are these?
The green ones are for when you want to stay awake,
and the tan oval ones are for when you want to sleep.
Do you still dream?
Unfortunately.
Is there one in here for heartache?
I didn't want to ask you.
Good.
God, I can't believe Nora's gone.
And the Master's dead.
And Zack?
They're not going to keep him alive. There's no reason to.
You don't know that.
I'm not one for magical thinking.
There's no way they're keeping him alive.
I've pissed off Setrakian and Fet.
You did what you needed to do, to try and save your kid.
Thank you, but letting myself off the hook is not exactly my style.
I believe that.
Where in the hell did you get a taser?
A guy I know.
Would it work on a strigoi?
Contracts muscle, should incapacitate them for ten, twenty seconds.
All I'd need.
What are you going to do now, Doc?
You're looking at a man without a plan.
So, I guess I'll just have another drink and think about it.
I'm sorry for everything you've been through.
I wish I'd been here to help.
No, you're here now.
The Master is slain.
I cut off his head.
After centuries of pursuit, he's fallen.
We felt it.
He was weak and his guard was down...
briefly. Briefly?
What do you mean? He is formless.
That much we understand.
What does that mean?
He has not yet taken another body.
But he will?
Is that what's happening?
With you we will share nothing.
We want our book.
Yeah.
Lots of stealing books going around.
I saw something.
A red worm.
Crimson.
Not like the others.
If you did not kill the crimson worm,
you did not slay the Master.
What worm is this?
The essence of his being.
He has not yet taken another host, but when he does...
he will be just as powerful as before.
A "crimson worm".
You might have told me, you might have...
You might have tried to help me.
How about I cut off your useless heads,
and expose the essence of your being?
I risk everything.
And you three...
husks, just sit here...
awaiting the end of your days.
Take a good, long look at me.
You will never see me again.
I'm not saying it's going
to be easy-peasy or anything now.
These things are fast and feral.
Now that we're holding Staten Island,
we can deploy some of these guys here to Brooklyn.
We should keep pushing into Brooklyn.
Get down!
Get it off, get it off!
They're all over me!
Get it off, get it off of me.
Christ almighty. Jesus.
Shit! Shit! Get it off me. Get it off me.
What is that? What is that?
Hold still.
What is that?
Did you get it?
I think so.
Are you hit? Yeah.
Get a doctor here. Get Goodweather here, right now!
Goodweather, she's over here. Come on.
Hey.
Pretty terrible thing, huh?
Sickening, yeah.
Is that my shirt?
Oh, shit.
Yeah. Eph let me stay at your place last night. Sorry.
He's quite a guy, yeah?
Takes over my place, gives away my clothes,
amongst other things.
Yeah, I heard.
Since when have you two been best buddies?
Since I lost all my friends.
Where's Nikki?
She left town with her mother.
You didn't go with her?
Wasn't invited.
Sorry. Yeah...
Me too. Eph said you don't come home anymore.
I've been staying at the Mayfield,
closer to the action.
Easier that way, cleaner. You know?
Fewer attachments, fewer opportunities for disappointment.
Right. Yeah.
Do you mind if I stay at your place a couple of days
just until I get myself sorted.
Be my guest.
Doesn't really feel like mine anymore, anyway, you know?
Yeah. I gotta go help here, so...
You...
Take care of yourself. Yeah.
You, too.
Well, there's no sign of worms.
For now.
All right.
We'll know for certain in two hours.
Two hours?
Not even enough time to put my affairs in order.
It looks like Fet got it.
Time will tell.
Straight talk, Doc.
How many others that have had worms
get to their eyes have survived?
Zero.
I need some time alone, please.
Do you think you got it?
I don't know. It happened too fast.
Well, it's a good thing you were there.
We weren't the only ones hit.
Staten Island, two other checkpoints.
Death toll, 60 and rising.
So much for your theory.
The exploding strigoi here targeted this place and Justine.
It feels like a coordinated attack to me, Doc.
I gotta say. Yours and Quinlan's great adventure
didn't seem to work out so well.
You ready?
You know, when my husband, Tommy, went down in the towers,
there were a few hours where we just didn't know.
Would they find anyone alive in there?
How many survivors would there be? A thousand? Fifty?
All those people lined up outside St. Vincent's
to donate blood.
Ambulances waiting,
beds in hospitals being prepped for bodies that never came.
And we just waited.
But then we knew for sure that...
no one was coming back.
It's a different kind of hell.
I'm ready.
My first thought was go someplace in the city.
My favorite spot.
But...
But make a big public thing of it?
Or my car even.
I like my car.
Like my house...
I'm gonna leave that mess for someone else.
Which is what it comes down to.
So, my garden.
It's still winter, but, you know...
My own backyard.
Looking up at the stars.
You're clean.
You're shitting me.
Absolutely certain,
one hundred percent positive, no questions...
Clean.
Thank you!
Don't thank me. Thank Fet.
I'm having a moment of extreme clarity here.
Good.
I can't believe it. I'm so relieved! Justine...
Frank, have the guys bring the car around.
I need to pay someone a visit.
Yeah, of course.
Incredible, Faraldo walked away from that.
God, I love second chances.
I'll drink to that.
Do you think New York will get one?
I'm trying to remain optimistic.
I'm hungry.
I'm out of booze.
What do you say we go out tonight? Drinks and dinner?
No dancing?
I think the burglary tools might weigh us down too much.
I know some places that haven't been looted.
You had me at drinks.
Hang on a sec.
Hi. I'm looking for...
What are you doing?
There you are. Hi, Bella.
Excuse us, please?
No, we don't need privacy. Get out.
Stay right outside that door, okay? You got it.
You heard about all the shit that went down today.
And still, this is what you're working on.
I'm sorry. How is this any of your business?
Shut up!
Faith in the war effort is paramount.
And what you're doing here, undercuts all of that.
Your work does nothing but serve your ego
and cause me and my people more harm.
And too many brave souls have given their lives...
for me to put up with your shit.
You really don't have a choice about what I do or don't do.
Clean it out.
Everything.
What are you doing? No, no, no, no. Stop it!
Stop it! No, you can't do this!
No! Get out!
Stop it! Look, this isn't legal.
Arrest her.
You piece of shit!
What is this?
This is your due process.
You okay?
Yeah, fine.
It's just a little darker out here than I thought.
Yeah, it's night time.
You really missed your calling. You of the witty retorts.
Wait, you're charging me?
People keep flagging me down,
it's like nothing in New York has changed.
Shit!
Must have been nesting back there.
I gotta start locking this cab.
Do you know how hard it was to find a car with gas and keys?
Well, what do you know, it works. Hell yeah!
Goodweather.
You failed.
You want to ask me about your son, Goodweather?
But you are afraid of the answer.
Where is he?
He is with me.
Always with me.
Is he turned?
Answer me.
Answer me!
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