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[Setrakian] It has been 23 days...

[aircraft engine whirring]

Twenty-three days

since the landing of Regis Air flight 753 transfixed the world.

Thy kingdom come...

[Setrakian] Our response to the threat was needlessly delayed

by indulgence In political debates,

media distractions, punditry, and grandstanding.

The quarantine of New York was a moderate success.

But locking predators In with a reliable source of food

also helped the Strigoi evolve more quickly.

Isolating the plague helped it to burn more brightly.

[screaming]

The United States announced plans for a massive surge deployment

of National Guard troops and US Army reserves

to push into New York City and wipe out the infected enemy.

But when new outbreaks occurred in other cities...

...military support was redistributed to other population centers

In the hope of halting the spread of

the disease, and just as importantly,

the spread of panic.

The invading presence was a far graver threat

than anyone ever imagined.

If humanity had any hope of defeating this plague,

It had to happen now...

It had to happen now...

...0r never.

[man 1] Go, go, go! Iman 2] Door down.

[man 1] We're moving in. [man 2] Keep going.

[man 1]We got eyes. [man 2] Engage.

[sucking]

[gunshots]

Ford, Coley, check em’.

Copy that.

Clear!

No, nothing here.

What about her?

Poor lady.

Sorry, ma'am.

Clear here. Scaggs, report.

Just checking the basement now, Captain.

[gunshots]

Got two down.

Move out, move out! Kroft, we got stingers here.

| got you covered.

Got us a rabbit hole.

Spectacular. What's that rat catcher's name again?

[electronic buzzing]

Yeah, that looks like a smuggling tunnel.

They're all over Chinatown.

[man] Do you or do you not think this

King Rat could be down this hatch?

Yeah. Affirmative.

Then down we go.

Hey, buddy, you with the army?

Yeah, something like that.

We finally taking the fight to these things?

Yeah, buddy. That's what we want to hear.

New York strong! Yeah!

[woman] Right on! New York strong, brother!

[police In the background] Go back. Turn around.

Shit. That ammonia smell.

Makes your eyes want to tear up.

Let's go dark.

Roger that. Pair up.

Watch your backs.

Clear your lines of fire.

Incoming.

Roger that.

[growling]

Target set.

All right, weapons free.

Engage!

[guns firing]

Check your cuffs and seals.

Remember one worm gets inside, and you become the enemy.

Roger that. All clear.

Nothing here. Negative. No matches.

Alright, let's keep moving.

We're gonna find this guy, give him our autograph.

Let's go.

[theme music playing]

[In the background] Watch your back!

[dogs barking]

Zack?

[growling]

I'm sorry, Zack. I'm sorry.

[gun clicking]

[sirens walling]

[knocking at door]

Open up! Open the door!

Let us In!

[bang]

[footsteps]

Hey, we got one!

Say something. So we know you're not one of them.

How about a alphabetical list of prepositions?

About, above, across, after...

against-- What are you doing in here?

It's my house.

There's a mandatory evacuation to St. Michael's.

Show me some ID.

Will that do?

I'm sorry, sir.

We didn't mean to. What are you doing here?

That badge is going to get you hotel privileges, security, food...

I'm waiting for somebody.

Who exactly are you waiting for, sir?

My son.

Come on.

All right, let's get the hell out of here.

All right, guys. Let's move on.

[man in the background] What are you doing here?

[child screaming, dog barking]

[woman in the background] We've got to go!

[crashing]

[growling]

[man in the background] Somebody help, please!

[engine whirring]

[panicked voices]

[remote clicks, jazz music playing]

[whirring gently]

[sighing]

Time to make the donuts.

[knocking at door]

Hold on.

Brought you more raw materials for the bioweapon.

You know where to put it. There's the new batch.

[man 1] Follow me. | know where to take this.

One of my teams reported you were

sleeping In Woodside last night.

Or not sleeping by the looks of It. What's going on there?

Just keeping an eye on some property | own out there.

Not smart. You're too important to this fight.

Not to mention the fact that you're technically

still a federal fugitive, or would be

If you weren't under my protection.

Well, technically, If | were In jail,

you wouldn't have any bioweapon.

Jesus Christ, Eph, you're an epidemiologist from the CDC,

you can train others to do this grunt work.

| need you on my staff

trying to figure this thing out on a larger scale.

Not interested.

[door shuts]

Do you know what's really going on?

On the news it says you're winning.

The middle of Manhattan around Central Park

IS basically under our control.

So Is Staten Island, Red Hook, parts of Queens near the shore.

We're pushing the munchers further out.

Did you say "munchers”?

It's something this guy | know calls them.

| believe that confidence goes a long way.

The message Is that we are winning.

But the truth Is we don't have the manpower.

At this current casualty rate, we can't push out any further.

What's the Kill ratio for the bioweapon?

Around 75 percent. Ballpark.

Last week it was 100 percent.

It was. | don't know.

Maybe we didn't get a big enough sample size.

No, that shouldn't be it. It should be lethal, always.

All | know 1s | need more of your weapon,

or | need a better weapon.

Or | need a new plan.

What I've got are cops and citizens with guns and sticks.

[clicking]

If we don't stay ahead of these things, we're done.

It's not a question of "if" we're going to fail, only "when."

And take a damn shower.

[door slams shut]

[helicopter whirring]

[sirens waling]

Seventy-five percent effective.

Is the latency period too short?

Too long? Are they adapting?

They're sure as hell getting smarter.

[recorder beeping]

This is all | could find.

All right? Thank you.

Come on, It's worth a lot more.

Yeah, yeah.

Here you go.

Hey, Raul.

You find asthma medicine?

Yeah.

I'll give you three.

And I'll have... some tuna, a couple of cans of soup.

And the fifth over there.

Do you have a taser?

"The seven plagues, mortal only to the face of God..."

"The face of God..."

The countenance divine.

Moses said, "The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee,

and give thee peace.”

Perhaps a literal translation IS not the best approach.

Nonsense, the answer is In here.

The clues are in there, the answer is not.

I'm aware you're anxious to take action.

Each day we wait our task grows harder.

The Master is building an army.

| will not be rash.

| made that mistake once before, and | will not make it again.

We will not strike until we possess

all the knowledge In this text.

| expected the federal government to bend me over

but | thought the city council members

would at least buy me a drink first.

Let me save you some breath

and me more high blood pressure.

We are not giving back one square inch of the territory

that so many New Yorkers have fought and died for.

Period. Done. End of story.

I've had this disease ever since | was young, Fet.

Makes me speak my mind.

Don't you ever take the cure.

Thanks for coming in. Yeah, sure.

So, these Navy SEALS, what's the latest?

We took out two big nests near Chinatown.

These munchers are getting faster.

| need more help. Is there any way that we can convince them

to change their mission? To help me secure Manhattan.

Any way we can get them to call in reinforcements?

| don't think so.

I'm just like a translator for these guys.

| speak New York City.

Other than that, these guys are doing their own thing.

Fine. Whatever you can do to help them succeed, do it.

I'll take a win wherever | can get one.

Thanks.

[radio] ...dispatch, go ahead. Yep.

Let him through.

[sirens blaring]

[growling]

[car alarm shrieking]

[sizzling]

[shrieking In pain]

[engine sputtering]

Come on.

[tires skidding]

[growling]

[growling]

[shrieking In pain]

[man In background] Get inside!

[sighing]

[growling]

Mama.

Mama, it's okay.

| just want to give you this, look. | know you're hungry, okay?

Just relax, all right? Here. Just want to give It to you, okay?

Mom! Mom, please, mom!

Mom, relax, okay?

Here.

[sucking]

It's all | got.

| know you hear me.

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

Okay? | promise.

[growling]

My name Is Lar.

A sun-hunter.

| speak for them.

| don't care who speaks as long as they do the listening.

We are surprised to see you.

You think me a traitor...

because, for the moment, | throw my lot in with the cattle?

But you should know better than anyone.

| have no allegiances, only an enemy.

Is that how you justify your thievery?

I'm taking action. Unlike you, who lurk In your chamber

paralyzed by a truce that has lasted

centuries and has now been broken.

You have grown indolent.

What became of the Ancients from the Old World,

the rest of the seven?

We have not had any contact with them.

My guess Is... that he destroyed them

before coming to the New World.

And now he's come here to finish the job.

Setrakian may be a thief,

but he's a fighter, which Is more

that can be said for the lot of you.

We want to know what you've learned from the Lumen.

Of course you do.

You want to know If our search for the Master's demise...

might also bring about your demise as well.

The book Is not yet deciphered. We still have much work to do.

You will share with us what you have found.

You would be wise not to threaten me, your only ally in this war.

I'm not your servant.

| am your best hope.

Fortunately for you, your enemy and mine IS the same.

[car alarms screeching]

Oh! Ah!

Can | help you get where you're-- Back off, big fella.

Back off!

| see you got it, huh? You have a great day!

That's my kinda lady.

[elevator bell dings]

[doors open and close]

Hey, sunshine.

Miss me?

You were gone?

Only for four days. Guess you didn't notice.

So, how soon can we end this thing

and go back to ordering takeout

and yelling at the TV like normal New Yorkers?

In time, Mr. Fet. In time.

You've had that thing for a week now.

This book has been compiled over the course of centuries.

One week's reading IS not enough to unvell all its mysteries.

What's that?

What have | been up to? Thanks for asking, Professor.

| got assigned by Justine Faraldo to work with these Navy SEALS.

The government.

They're investigating a theory that there might be a King Rat muncher

that started the whole outbreak on the plane.

So they're sending these SEALS In to see If it's true.

I'm supposed to help them find him.

They're finally coming around

to the reality of what's really going down.

Well, it's as sound a plan as any.

Yeah, right? And me steering these Navy SEALs

towards Strigoi hotspots, wherever they're amassing.

Professor...

these SEALS, they go in and they slam

with extreme prejudice, you know?

| mean, that's gotta be good, right?

Why not?

There's the rousing vote of confidence | was looking for.

Thank you, Professor.

Word to the wise.

Don't ever sneak up in my blind spot...

unless you want to eat a rebar sandwich.

Your centurions...

If they do find him, you must alert me first,

before they pursue him.

| can finish him, they cannot.

Let me tell you something, Born-o.

First off, In our world, listening In

on people's conversations, not polite.

Second, these "centurions” you're talking about

are kind of like the best of the best.

Every failed empire has a legion of elite warriors.

None with ISR drone support, night-vision goggles,

and automatic assault rifles.

Technology offers no advantage over the Master.

What these guys do, they do better than anybody else

in the history of the world.

Including half-vampires. Ten bucks says we get to him before you

or the magic book do.

Why would you bet against me If we are on the same side?

Because | don't like you.

Because you got a stinger like a full-on Strigoil,

and you drink human blood.

Now If that makes me a racist, or a creature-ist, or a anti-Strigoil,

well, then there you go. Fet's a hater.

Mr. Fet, that's enough.

Would you give me and the professor a moment alone?

To have a conversation, humans only.

Happy hunting.

Yeah, you too, slick.

How can you trust that guy?

Mr. Quinlan has been instrumental in translating these pages.

What happens when he gets everything that he needs from that book?

You're splitting rent and utilities with a muncher on steroids.

What happens if you wake up one morning

with a stinger on your neck?

If | do, your "| told you so" will be a source of great comfort

before you dispatch me.

Don't be so sentimental.

You... go ahead and do your thing.

I'm gonna head back out, hunt for the Master.

Mr. Fet.

Good luck.

If | see him, I'll tell him you said hello.

City Hall Station. Opened in 1904.

One of the crown jewels of the New York subway system.

You really love this city, huh?

It's my home, and It's under attack.

Understood.

Tell me the truth, IS there any version of this

where we might get more troops?

More troops? Not a chance in hell.

The truth is we've got two more days here.

If we don't find your King Rat, we're gone.

On the big map, New York's been written off.

Sorry.

Not sure sorry covers it.

Ford? You're heading up Team Two. Yes, Sir.

Get with your guys. Roger that.

Fet, what do you got?

Strigoi, returning to nest at dawn. There are hundreds of them.

They're going underground, right below

where we're standing right now.

And where there's lot of Strigoi...

That's where we have our best shot of finding Bolivar.

Hey...

I've been thinking... I've been down

there, so... why don't | gear up

with you guys, and | could lead you to the muncher nest myself?

No civilian ride-alongs, my friend. Enjoy the show.

Come on. Here we go.

See you, Fet.

| got your back, buddy. Yeah.

All right, eyes everywhere.

These things can move.

Patience, patience, patience.

Got your rear.

Sentinel munchers. They're like lookouts.

[Fet] Just get as close as you can to them

without alerting them to your presence.

[growling]

Coming up on our Six.

Prepare to engage.

[guns firing]

Stay sharp.

More movement.

Hold fire!

Fet, | can see a person down here, in a suit. A human person.

Hold on.

[radio] You see what I'm seeing?

Fet, come In.

What!

Felt!

Get on him, don't lose him!

What the hell are you talking about?

That's Bolivar's number two.

Move! Going up! Move, move.

Kroft, be careful. I'm warning you, he's fast.

Not faster than a bullet.

Actually, | think he is.

Go, go, go...

Team Two, keep your distance. Let's see where this guy is going.

Copy that.

He is heading to the church.

Wait for me!

All right, boys.

Stack it up.

Clear. Let's go, let's go.

On me. Ready?

[man 1] Go, go, go. [man 2 whispering] Go, go, go.

Cover, move, cover, move.

Watch your step.

[whispering] Watch your backs. Clear.

Guard the rear.

Moving. Last man is go.

Cole, don't go down there yet. Kroft! Somebody answer me.

Cut the mic, guys.

Check the corners.

What was that?

What the hell was that?

Team leader, over.

Kroft, come in.

Shit.

It looks like a good time to fall back.

[shrieking]

[shouting in pain]

[distant screaming]

Ford? Ford?

Something's happening to the feeds.

Ford, do you read me?

Kroft!

Talk to me, anybody.

You're not hunting him anymore.

He's hunting you.

Let's go. Go, go.

Move, move, move!

It's open.

Move In. Nothing.

Ford!

I've lost visual.

Me, too. Scaggs? Vannelli?

Nothing. Dark.

Get it? | don't know.

Playing with us.

[distant screaming]

Scaggs?

Holy shit! He was just here.

Scaggs?

We're coming for you. Everybody eyes up.

Kroft!

I'm coming!

If you see a flare, don't shoot!

Anyone?

[firing]

[distant screaming]

Scaggs!

Holy shit. What was that?

[firing]

[screaming]

Vannelli?

Let's move.

Vannelli?

Kroft!

Fet!

Get out of here.

[shrieking]

Aah!

Vannelli?

[incoherent]

Coley? Coley, what is it?

[shrieking stops]

Where the hell are you?

[growling]

[screaming]

[slurping]

[panting]

Damn it!

Fet?

I'm close. I'm in the tunnel.

No!

[shrieking]

Listen to me.

Something's in here. It's taking us out, one by one.

Find the other team! Save my guys, get them out!

[firing]

[growling]

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

[breathing heavily]

[firing]

Aah!

Lovely evening...

IS It not?

Goddamn you!

Mom?

Will you help me?

The Master is going to let us be together.

Why?

Because | am going to do something for him.

[eerie music playing]

[man in the background] Get out of my way!

[clicking]

[sirens blaring]

About, above, across, after, among, against...

around--

[shuffling]

Around...

[door clicks open]

[dog barking]

Zack?

[shuffling]

[growling]

Where Is Zack?

Zack is alive.

You can get him back.

Where Is he? He's safe.

Where is my son?

How much of you IS still alive in there?

Enough.

When his voice leaves me, when his leash loosens,

| still feel sadness.

Like a void.

And the thirst drives those emotions away.

But | am still here.

[growling continues]

We want the Lumen.

The book?

You kept Zack alive to trade him for a book?

You have a choice to make.

The Lumen...

or Zack.

[theme music playing]

[theme music playing]