All language subtitles for The_Strain_S03E03

Previously on The Strain...

Mama? Mama, it's OK.

I just want to give you this.
Look. Alright? Here.

I will get them back
for what they did to us.

This book, it is bait!

You want the Master? He will
come for whoever possesses it.

- We want the Lumen.
- You have a choice to make.

The Lumen or Zack.

Mom?

What did the Master
offer you for it?

- My son.
- The Lumen will bring

the Master out of hiding. When
he comes for it, I'll kill him.

How do I know you can
get the job done?

I've been preparing
for this "job"

for over 1000 years.

Alright, baby, you're doing
great. Just breathe deeply.

In... out.

- Enough with the breathing.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

OK. Sounds good.

Look, Dr. Somani...

Dr. Somani?

Hi. So we are all set here.

Many, many first
deliveries are long labors.

- I wanted to do this naturally.
- The fetus could

go into distress.
We've reached the time now

where this is the right
thing for everyone. Yeah?

So just lie back, try to relax,
and this'll be over quickly.

Okay.

Isn't that what I said the
night we got into this mess?

Here we go, OK?

I just wanted it
to be perfect.

It IS perfect. You're being
too hard on yourself.

Suction, please?

Thank you. There we go.

Get those hands in there. Yep.

- What is it? Eph?
- Is it a boy? A girl?

What do we do?

Eph? What is it?

- Hand under there, please.
- What is it?

- What's wrong with my baby?
- It's within the caul.

Okay.

But everything's fine.
Right, Dr. Somani?

- Of course, it's just...
- It's incredible.

- Get it out!
- Get my baby out of there!

- Scalpel.
- Scalpel.

Careful now. Gently,
gently. Alright.

Alert the PICU.
We might need them. Steady.

Steady. Get that head out.

Hand under there, please.

Everything's fine.

Alright. It'll be OK.

- Beautiful baby boy.
- Well done.

It was a great omen, Zack.

A caul baby is very rare.

You were delivered from my body
but still part of me.

What do you mean?

We have a bond
no one can break.

Even with you like this?

I'm sorry you
saw me feeding, Zack.

I know it was a shock.

He was a boy.

I know.

But he was suffering
in his old life.

It's like you.
You're feeling better.

How is your breathing?

Better.

Really good, actually.

What did he give me?

A tiny droplet of what
makes the Master special.

So does it mean
that I'm going to turn?

The Master has seen this world
through the centuries, Zack.

War. Strife. Starvation.

He wants to end all that.

And you can help him.

Yeah, but help him how?

He will show you
when you are ready.

I always knew you were
destined for great things.

Hey!

Mr. Fet!

- It's gone.
- Gone?

My book. The Lumen!

I warned you. A half
strigoi is still a strigoi.

The Born. He took it?

Could be handing it over
to the Ancients right now.

Or even worse,
the Master himself.

- We must get it back!
- Can't see any way to do that.

Unless someone who never
trusted the Born to begin with

slipped a tiny
GPS tracking device,

like the ones used
to track wild animals,

into the book's silver binding
where no sticky-fingered muncher

or half-muncher
could ever find it.

Is that true?

Who's your favorite
exterminator?

And in the name
of all that's holy,

let's go get the son of a bitch.

Still agonizing?

- Am I a fool?
- Well, you're human.

It's a book.

Bound in silver,

full of myth

and folklore about strigoi
throughout recorded history.

I... It's just
a book. I know that.

Yes.

If the Master
wants it that bad

it must have some value to him.

Or he believes it does.

Exactly.

Am I trading the future
of human life on Earth

for the soul of my boy?

A parent's love for his or her
offspring is one of the prime

- movers of human experience.
- Or so you've been told.

Professor Setrakian
informs me that your wife

is one of the Master's
principal servants.

- What about it?
- I believe

there are other elemental
human emotions at play here

as well as a parent's love,
such as hatred and revenge.

Don't shy away from the truth

of what motivates you, Doctor.

That book is the answer
to both our problems.

You will get your son back.

And I will kill my father.

Oh, you're right!

Step up and see
the demon child...

the two-headed boy!

Are you afraid?

- ...The horse I gave you.
- Oh, yes.

Gaze upon unknown
and mysterious creatures.

Behold the Leech.

It is a mute. The only thing

this accursed being
understands is a whipping.

I wouldn't get too close.

I want to watch him feed.

I am Ancharia.

I have been searching
for you for a long time.

It's alright.

You are not unholy.
You are blessed.

You are a prince
born of a dark being.

But I must enquire, for what
purpose do you desire to possess

this abomination?

The truth,
if you must know it,

is that this being
you call a "leech,"

and whom you have caged
and whipped like a cur,

is a hybrid creature.

Half-human, yes.

And half-strix.

A strix?

But he does not resemble a strix
as I have seen them drawn.

They have black hair
and curved fangs.

Oh, by Orcus's sword,
what have I done?

Ask yourself:

How much is it worth
to you to remove its curse

from your and
your family's souls?

Again. Your name?

Kuh... Quin...

Quintus.

Full sentence.

My...

...name... is...

Quintus.

So named because you
are the fifth Invictus

the unconquerable,

the invincible.

Begotten of the Master,
the seventh original strix.

It is too hard for you
to understand now.

You bear the Master's mark, yes.

But not all who
have horns are demons.

The desire you feel,
your thirst.

It is your nature.
Animal blood is not enough.

You must feed
on the very species

you were created to save.
You must be strong.

The Master has surely
been hunting you.

You will remain
hidden here, with me,

until such time as you are
ready to fulfill the prophecy.

You are exalted, Quintus.

A unique being
destined for greatness.

For you alone can rid this world

of his foul scourge.

You are the savior.

It's OK, Mama.

It's me, Gus. I just wanna
give you something to eat, OK?

Relax. Relax, Mom. Relax.

I don't want
to hurt you. OK, Ma.

Go away!

- It's not a good time!
- Gus!

Angel? Angel, what's up, bro?

Uh, I'm a little busy
right now, OK?

I'll catch up with
you later, alright?

Gus!

Angel!

Just get outta here, OK?

Gus!

Gus!

Gus.

So help me out here.

The Master is not
your biological father,

of course, because strigoi,
by their very nature,

don't possess
the proper equipment.

If that inquiry was meant
to be a joke, I'm just as happy

- to ride in silence.
- No, no, no, I'm dead serious.

I want to know how it works.
Is it transduction?

The transfer of genetic material
from one organism to the other

by a viral agent.

I was conceived

by two humans,
just like yourself.

But at some point,
my biological mother

- was stung by the Master.
- Turned.

Infected.

There is a stricture in the lore
about turning a pregnant woman.

The lore states the resulting
creature would bear their mark,

but not carry their plague.

And that this creature would be
their undoing. At some point,

the Master must have sensed the
presence of a second heartbeat

when he attacked my mother,

but for some reason

he was prevented from
destroying her at that time.

So when your mother
metamorphosed into a strigoi,

the Master's infection
changed you in utero.

An orphaned monster
from the start.

OK, I think I understand that,

but I still don't get how
when he dies, you die.

All you need to know is that
in me, the Master has sown

the seed of his own destruction.
It is my destiny. So, yes.

This is a suicide
mission for me.

- If the mythology is true.
- It is true.

Three weeks ago you believed
nothing. Do not presume to know

what you will believe
three weeks from now...

If you're still alive.

Fair enough.

- He has found you.
- He will come here now.

Good. Let him come.

No! You're not ready yet.

The Master is too powerful.
We must go, right this moment.

You are Invictus.

You would take up
silver arms against me?

You have spirit, Invictus.

My name is Quintus.

You carry yourself
like a human.

Quintus, do not engage him.

I am the agent
of your destruction.

The huntress has indulged
your human half.

I will put your
resolve to the test.

I am ready
to fulfill my destiny.

No. Not in battle, Invictus.

Deprivation will reveal
your true nature.

That's my mom, Angel.

I don't care. I don't care,
OK? I live here;

I can keep her safe.

You know, I can feed her until
we figure out something to do.

You don't know how I feel!

You don't know how this feels.

I won't do it.

I can't do it.

She's in there, OK?

She's in there somewhere and
that's all that matters to me.

Let me do what you can't.

Don't even think
about it, Angel.

Try me.

Crazy.

No! No! No!

No! No!

Don't make me choose!
Don't make me choose!

They're gonna get
this building next.

You gonna stand there
or you gonna help me?

You know, I've had enough of
your shit. I don't need you, OK?

- OK, OK.
- Come on,

before they catch
both of us in here, man.

It's OK.

- Mexican seatbelt.
- That's funny. Can we go now?

This is never gonna work, man.

Then leave!

Take the stairs or something!

Down here. Let's go.

OK, this is it.
Safe Streets Initiative!

Is there anybody in here?

Let's go!

- Hold on.
- Hold on, hold on.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Alright, open up!

Check that door down there!

Aw, shit!

OK, mama's boy. Now what?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Relax, man.

We can make it, OK?
But you gotta move fast. OK?

On my cue.

Safe Street Initiative,
anybody in there?

Safe Streets Initiative,
anybody in there?

OK, check, check
the back there.

What the hell is this?

- Police!
- Relax! Relax! We're on our way out, alright?

- We didn't do anything.
- Take off the blanket. - We are talking.

- We are people. Let us go.
- Take the blanket off now!

It's just my mom,
alright? She's sick;

We're just trying
to get her to the hospital.

It's alright.

- Take off the goddamn helmet.
- You don't wanna do that.

- Take off the goddamn helmet!
- OK, OK.

Don't move!

- Go! Go! Go!
- Freeze!

Stop right there! Put your hands
in the air or we'll shoot!

- Go!
- Don't move!

Hold it right there!

- Hold it right there! Freeze!
- This is your last chance!

Stay down! Stay down!

Here, kitty, kitty.

Well, that's quite
a communications network

you got going there. Anyway,
thanks for taking my call.

Good weather...

I'm doing the talking.

I got your goddamn book.

If you want it, you're gonna
have to come through

on your end.
Here are the terms.

You will show up yourself.

Not your Nazi butler. You.

You will bring my son.

You will show him to me
before I give you the book.

He will be unharmed.
He will be human.

The exchange will occur
just after sundown.

The location? A favorite
fishing spot of Zack and mine.

He knows it.
Not Kelly, no one else.

If you don't bring him...

I will know that
he is dead or turned

and you will never get the book.

Blink if you understand.

I'm hanging up now.

The die is cast.

Will he go through with it?

The Master will reveal
himself for the Lumen.

That's all I need.

Quintus.

I know that you also thirst.

I am dying.

You will continue to waste.

And when the Master returns,

you will be too weak
to defend yourself.

Drink me, Quintus,

and use me and
your strength to escape.

Do not fight him.

There will be another
opportunity to defeat him.

But not here.

Not now.

You must escape.

I won't do it.

The Master cannot love.

So he takes it from others,

feeds upon it,
along with their blood.

I don't know
if you can feel love, Quintus.

But I can.

And I do.

I love you like a son.

Mother.

Please, my son.

I am suffering.

Drink.

The half-breed
has chosen his path.

Good.

Come to me, Invictus.

I will show you and teach you
things beyond your dreams.

Yes, I can only imagine

the wonder of your world, Lord.

The majesty

of residing underground
like a snake.

A fugitive of nature.

Afraid of the sun.

Need I remind you; The night
lasts as long as the day.

And I am doomed to stand
astride both worlds...

the light and the dark.

You cannot control me
as you do your creatures.

It frustrates you, doesn't it?

To know you will
never be my Master.

The huntress has indulged
your human half too well.

We will meet again.

The Lumen is heading
out of the Safe Zone.

Why, I can't tell. Alright?

But this is the quickest
route. The last checkpoint

is just up ahead.
After that, all bets are off.

You alright?

I will be if you drive faster!

You know, catching up to him
is just like half the battle,

right? The Born is kinda fast
and kinda strong and invincible.

It's a good thing
I brought these along.

Revenge has clouded
the Born's mind.

An affliction with which
I have personal experience.

But if that white-blooded
bastard costs me

my best opportunity
of defeating the Master, I...

I know where this is going!

- Hey, what is this?
- Huh, what is it?

You didn't book us.

No fingerprints, no phone call?

Not no more. 10 out, 3 back?

- Yep.
- Then with these, uh...

seven bodies, that makes
two full sweep teams.

- Get 'em down there! Now!
- Hold on.

- Sweep team? What's a sweep team?
- We are at war.

We're not gonna
have able-bodied men

cooling their heels
in a jail cell.

You shitheads just
got conscripted.

- Come. Move it.
- Go.

Get your damn hands off me.

Why is Quinlan coming all the
way back around to Bay Ridge?

And now it's getting late.

He's running out
of real estate.

Next stop, the Lower Bay.

He's penned in.

- Mr. Fet...
- what, what does this mean?

Is the Lumen on a boat?

Can't be. Strigoi
can't cross moving water.

Not the Master,
not even the Born.

Unless he has a human helper.

Send out my wife and son!

OK, that's close enough.

Let me see his face.

Show me his face. Now!

Where is he? Where is he?!

We had a deal!

You will never have him!

Give me my son...

May I turn him now?

No. Leave him to suffer.

Thousands of years of hunting.

It ends here.

At an amusement park.

Sounded like gunfire.

Those are my Navy SEALs.

Hey, guys!

They've been turned.

Mr. Quinlan!

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