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Previously on The Strain...

[Quinlan] The Ancients gave me your name.

Who are you?

My name is Quinlan.

And you and | have something very much in common.

What's that?

We are both...

hunting the Master.

[Setrakian] The Occido Lumen.

Somewhere in here IS the key to the Master's demise.

| will use the book to end this plague.

Abraham, how ironic that our duel should end,

not with a fight, but with a simple transaction in gold.

Both of you can bid it out. The man with the deepest pocket wins.

| guess this is yours, old man. Congratulations.

[Setrakian] It seems Eldritch Palmer would rather | have the book,

than let it fall into the hands of the Master.

You folks are lucky. You're on the last train out.

[screeching]

[crash]

What just happened? We've derailed.

Zack!

No!

[Nora] Zack!

Nora.

She took him away with her.

Don't... Nora.

It's done.

[silent scream]

[Kelly] Zack is alive.

We want the Lumen.

You have a choice to make.

The Lumen...

or Zack.

[twitching loudly]

[low shrieking]

[low growling]

[whirring]

[Doctor] Just make sure there's no traces of the residue.

Yes, doctor.

Here are the reports.

Eight the hard way, my lucky number.

| got a good feeling about this batch.

I'll believe it if you will.

Well, no one ever won a Nobel without taking a risk.

Using polio against glioblastomas,

that was one hell of a gamble, it paid off.

Yeah, we're not winning a Nobel.

We'll be lucky If we don't end up in jail.

[monitors beeping]

She's all set, doctor.

Okay.

The time is 0300.

We have just Introduced Extract 44

intravenously into test subject 505,

a 72-year-old woman with vascular dementia.

[monitor beeping]

Pulse Is Increasing, now 78.

Temperature is ramping up.

Keep an eye on her blood pressure.

Yes, doctor.

[groaning]

Tonic-clonic tremors, this Is not looking good.

Three-hundred milligrams of labetalol.

Shit! She's spiking.

Code red!

We need an APAP IV In here. Stat!

We got to get her temperature down.

Midazolam IV, 2000 micrograms. Load her up and keep it coming.

Get ready to breathe for her.

She's going over.

Move, clear!

Clear. Clear.

[theme music playing]

[helicopter whirring]

[rock music playing]

[laughter and chatter]

Our recovery team only found one of their bodies.

You run into any Strigoi?

Not one.

The Master must have moved his nesting spot.

But now you know he's here, right?

So, when do we get more troops?

Command's pulling out of New York City.

The mission was to find the king rat,

the king muncher. We found him.

| don't know what we found.

Come on.

| lost six good men on those teams,

and | got nothing to show for It.

They're cutting bait. We're heading out.

To do what?

Try and control the outbreak in D.C.

The capital falls, the entire country does.

| can get you out If you want to come with us.

| got no desire to save D.C.

Yeah.

| got that.

Well...

best of luck to you, Fet.

Yeah, you too.

Another double.

| got it.

Another for me.

Yes, ma'am.

SEALs are going bye-bye, huh?

Yeah.

Sad to say.

Have you noticed these creatures?

They're getting better. Faster.

They're learning their environment. Developing.

And they say we're winning.

Well, it's pretty hard to stamp out a bug

that doubles its numbers every couple of days.

Councilwoman Faraldo talks about

how we're taking back the city.

You and | are never gonna see that day.

Just like the song says.

An optimist, huh?

That's why I'm making the glass half full turn empty.

Here you go.

To tonight.

All we got is this.

[groans]

[rock music continues]

Hi.

Need to go check on my friends.

[sighs]

It's Val, right?

Vasiliy.

Kathy, right?

Kate. Close enough.

Yeah.

Um...

So, see you later tonight, maybe?

Maybe.

Happy hunting.

[man on radio] Last night, the East Side Safe Zone

suffered another incursion

at Lexington and East 75th.

Critics of Councilwoman Justine Faraldo,

point to this as yet another sign

that her efforts to secure this city are failing.

[distant shouting]

[distant gunfire]

[distant sirens blaring]

[man shouting in the distance]

[distant gunshots]

Hello?

Fet?

Professor Setrakian?

How do you know the professor?

Let him go! He's a friend!

This Is Dr. Ephraim Goodweather.

What is this thing?

It's a long story.

But a good story.

Come on.

All right, I'm sitting down.

Tell me.

Nora didn't make It.

[solemn music playing]

How?

Our train never got out of New York.

Strigoi, hundreds of them,

they threw themselves In front of the engine.

It derailed.

It was chaos.

|... got separated from Zack and Nora.

The whole thing was planned.

It had to be.

Of course it was.

Kelly got to them before | could.

By the time | got to Nora, she had been stung.

She was turning.

But she was still conscious, she...

She ended it...

by touching her sword to the third rail.

And your son?

Did the mother turn him as well?

| don't know.

Nora saw Kelly taking him away.

[Fet] Without turning him? Doesn't make any sense.

Why would she do that?

[Goodweather] | don't know.

Be careful, Ephraim.

If she did not turn your son,

it can only mean the Master plans to use the boy against you.

Why would he give a shit about me?

You...

You hurt him. You caused him a setback.

You defied him.

I'm...

very sorry to hear about Dr. Martinez.

She was...

She...

[shouting] Damn it!

Here you go.

Easy now. Easy now.

That's It.

Easy.

| brought your things.

You remembered.

We could read them together.

Would you like that?

| guess.

[heartbeat sounds]

| want to get out of this room.

Breathe some fresh air.

You will.

Soon.

That's what you always say,

but it never happens.

| miss dad a lot.

The Master-- Has a plan.

| Know, but you never say what it Is.

In time...

you'll see we're all part of It.

Even Dad?

He has a role to play.

[menacing music playing]

[dogs barking]

[man laughing]

[distant sirens]

Here it Is, boys and girls...

Promised Land.

There are no "Safe Street" placards.

It means Faraldo's cops haven't cleared It.

Yeah, but it's worth the risk.

My uncle was a major foodie.

We'll be eating like kings.

Have you guys raided a skyscraper before?

Uh-uh.

What floor is his place on?

Forty-second.

If this place Is infested, then there may be

forty-two floors of Strigoi between

us and the street. This Is stupid.

We've cleaned out everywhere else.

If we don't take bigger risks, we starve.

The good news Is that it's daylight.

And that tower has floor-to-ceiling windows.

So, we yank the drapes as we move through It.

Blast the place with sunlight.

Stay out of the shadows.

We get in and out before they know we're there. Understood?

Mm-hmm.

What the hell happened to you?

Back when we were hacking together, you didn't care about risks.

| was naive.

You were fearless.

Yeah, well, I'm not anymore.

Look, | know on some level this infection IS apocalyptic...

but look at the upside.

You and | used to talk all the time about

breaking the barriers between the haves and the have-nots.

It's happening, Dutch.

The whole city Is pressing a restart button.

Oh, God! Are you bloody kidding me, Braden?

We used to talk a lot of shit about changing the world,

but what did we, actually, really accomplish?

We screwed up the computers of a few unscrupulous companies.

Yeah, big wins.

That is nothing compared to what is happening now, nothing.

There 1s no "restart" button.

The entire human race IS circling the drain.

This isn't the beginning of anything.

Except maybe the end.

[sighs]

We doing this?

Let's do this.

Go. You first.

You need to cancel this meeting, sir.

You're in no condition.

Don't give me orders, dear.

Ever.

Have | come at a bad time?

Not at all, Herr Eichhorst. Please come In.

Well, she's certainly a change of pace for you.

| miss Coco.

I'm sure you do too.

What's done is done.

What can | do for you?

Show me how many people, precisely,

have registered their blood types at our Freedom Centers.

| have the figures right here.

This Is unacceptable.

Our first two facilities will be coming online soon.

Well, | can't force people to submit to medical exams.

No, but Justine Faraldo can.

She does not answer to me.

But you can influence her.

She knows how important the Freedom Centers are.

Use that.

I'll attend to it right away.

Miriam's heart.

And Coco's next to it.

So sentimental.

Fitting in its own way.

Could you please put it back?

Eldritch...

Are you feeling all right?

Please, Eichhorst.

| need the white.

Rewards must be earned.

Your ego cost us the Occido Lumen.

If you want the Master's white,

you must prove that you have learned your lesson.

Find the Jew, retrieve the book.

Only then will the Master deign

to consider your personal needs.

Of course, that's only fair.

But frankly...

| wonder about your sincerity.

| intend to prove myself.

Yes.

See that you do.

[elevator bell dings]

These condos used to go for over two million a pop.

[shushing] No noise.

Blinds first.

Come on.

Please, please, please.

Hah!

Jackpot!

Jesus! Look at all this stuff!

Living room's clear.

Good.

[ambulance sirens]

Kimberly, Ron. Go check the bedroom.

[helicopter whirring]

Yes! Yes!

Check under the bed.

You check under the bed.

Okay, then you get the closet.

[growling]

[sucking]

Ron.

Ron?

[screaming]

Come on.

[sucking]

[growling]

Braden!

Go. Go! Get out of here.

Bastards!

[snarling]

[screaming]

[screeching]

[doors open]

[distant shouting]

[distant sirens]

Oh.

[sobbing]

Three hundred and twenty-three million dollars.

It got a little out of hand.

We're still In the early stages of translation.

Much of this is written in puzzles and metaphor.

Such as this one,

"Those who heard the silent voice

"of the Master fell dumbstruck.”

"Silent voices"? Maybe it's like the...

the weird hum that took out the SEALS.

What? What hum?

It's hard to explain, when | was down--

By definition, a hum is not silent.

The bottom line, Is there anything in here

that tells us how to destroy the Master?

Not with clarity, but It does mention

his destruction In several places.

Well, for example,

"When the Face of God shineth upon him,

his essence is destroyed.”

Good. All we have to do IS find the face of God.

You missing the metaphor there, Doc?

Three weeks ago, you didn't believe Strigoi existed

because | didn't explain them In scientific terms.

How Is this different?

We're not going to win this war by deciphering a magic spell.

[Setrakian] You think these scholars made all this up?

No! They witnessed a real event.

We just don't know what it was.

It sounds like they're talking about sunlight.

But we know that doesn't work. | disagree.

The sun burned him. Perhaps, a longer exposure would've--

Does it say that in the Lumen?

No. In fact, It says that this event

must take place during an occultation.

We just had an eclipse. When's the next one?

Yeah, | looked it up.

For New York City, it's April 8th, 2024.

What's your take, Fet?

It's not a clear-cut recipe for success...

but | think the professor will figure It out.

The Master went to extraordinary lengths

to keep the Lumen out of our hands.

That alone tells us it's valuable.

If you say so.

[Doctor] Move, clear!

After all the resources I've poured into this project...

this Is what you bring me.

Every iteration of this substance has triggered

convulsions, heart failure, catatonia.

Not one subject improved.

All of them had to be terminated.

I've given your people unlimited funding,

security, the best food and housing available.

You have a chance to save the world.

What's the problem here?

The problem is that money cannot change biology.

| know this works.

I've seen it work.

You've seen it work?

Well, if you've seen it work, show me the evidence.

No, your job is to provide me with the evidence.

There 1s none!

Strigoi blood IS flat-out toxic to human-beings.

Period.

This woman, this patient, came to your Freedom Center for help.

Yes, we told her the treatment was experimental,

but we didn't tell her it might

end with a bullet in the brain.

| won't do this anymore, Mr. Palmer.

Goodbye.

[groans]

[Quinlan] The professor tells me you lost your son.

And that your companion was Killed.

Yet you waited all this time to

come here and share the tragic news?

What prompted you to come now?

Took me a while to find him.

And suddenly you have the epiphany to ask

this Faraldo woman where they were.

| can see how it would take a week to think of that.

[distant gunshot]

| wasn't ready to talk about it.

If you were capable of feelings, you'd understand.

| exist free of the Master's leash.

I've experienced the same emotions as you.

Right. You're half human.

I've been meaning to ask you about that.

How does that work? Strigoi don't have plumbing for procreation.

Did your mom go to a fertility clinic for the undead?

Does it give you pleasure to bait me?

Or are you simply trying to distract me

from discovering your true purpose here?

| was just trying to figure you out.

You're... half human,

who feeds on people.

But you've thrown your lot in with a Strigoi hunter.

Don't tell me you believe In that magic book.

You ridicule the Lumen...

yet you take a keen interest in It.

| like good fiction.

I've lived a long time, Doctor.

| saw Emperor Domitian slain by his own court.

| withessed Giuliano Medici's murder during Easter services,

and watched the Borgias strangle their own.

Over the centuries, I've developed

a keen nose for treachery. So...

| must wonder...

what's the real reason you're here?

It's funny. | was wondering the same thing about you.

The whole thing was so random.

There's nothing random about It.

You want to know what caused this plague?

Overpopulation.

It was only a matter of time before a virus mutated

Into something that would take out the human race.

If you ask me...

we deserved It.

[distant shuffling]

You hear that?

Someone's here.

Come on.

Jesus, Dutch! You scared the shit out of us.

You okay?

Glad to see you made It back. No thanks to you.

What was | supposed to do? Die with you?

Do | look dead?

What are you doing, Dutch? Taking my fair share.

Hold still. Come here.

Stop screwing around.

Look, | know you're pissed, but this isn't cool.

You don't see shit.

Oh, my God!

Christ!

No, no, no. This can't happen to me.

What should we do?

The only cure for this IS a headectomey.

You want us to cut off his head?

If you don't, he'll turn and he'll come after you.

But I'm not gonna do It. He's your problem.

You can't leave us here with him.

Wait. Thanks, Dutch.

She doesn't give a shit about us.

She only cares about--

[screaming]

There, it's done.

Good?

First decent food I've had in weeks.

This club used to serve food to Its members.

The kitchen is well-provisioned.

| have to come by here more often.

I've been thinking about what you said before, about Zack.

Even if the Master is keeping him alive just to get to me,

| could still get him back.

| suppose there's a small chance.

| know that's not what you want to hear, but--

Any chance Is better than no chance.

And if | get that opportunity--

Then you should take it.

But you must beware,

the Master knows your desire.

You could be playing right into his hands.

Of course.

I'm very fond of Zack.

Should an opportunity to rescue him arise,

I'll do what | can to assist you.

| appreciate that.

And our best hope

of creating that opportunity IS the Lumen.

It will provide me the key to destroying the Master.

And when | do, perhaps we can recover your boy.

[door opens]

Professor, just got a message from Faraldo's people.

Rudyard Fonescu wants to meet with you.

Who?

For 40 years, he possessed the Lumen.

Did he say where and when?

West Fifteenth, under the High Line, IN an hour.

Then we should go now.

| suppose | better-- No, no. Stay.

Help yourself to some more stew.

| thought Rudyard Fonescu took his money and ran.

What's he doing still Kicking around in New York?

Hopefully, he has further information about the Lumen to sell.

Or we could be walking into an ambush.

Get back.

[doors shut]

Put down the gun. Let's hear what he has to say.

Apologies for the Fonescu ruse,

but | know you wouldn't come otherwise.

What do you want, Eldritch?

| want to strike a deal.

Go on.

| am willing to remove myself from the game,

leave New York.

Withdraw all my support for the Master.

You'll forgive my disbelief.

| am still essential to the Master.

And there are still a few critical moves to be made,

which require my participation If they are to succeed.

If | abandon the Master,

you will gain a massive advantage over him.

For that, | want something in return.

What would that be?

The formula.

What formula?

For the white.

Abraham, you're a very, very old man.

There is only one explanation

for your extraordinary vigor.

Strigoi blood.

You've found a way to refine It, haven't you?

So you can remain human, vet benefit from its restorative effects.

That's insane.

And what if | have?

Give me the formula.

| will walk away forever, leaving the Master exposed.

You can save this city and the human race.

Your life's quest will come to a successful end.

It costs you nothing.

You have everything to gain.

Do we have a deal?

| remember another handshake,

years ago in Vienna...

and the betrayal that followed.

Yes, | betrayed you.

Now, | want to make amends.

| hope it's not too late for redemption.

You may call it redemption...

but | have another word for it,

treachery.

| have the Lumen, and | have the white.

What do you have?

| have the power to alter the outcome.

You can go to hell, Eldritch, where you belong.

So...

how long have you been taking that stuff?

Strigoi blood.

Off and on for 41 years.

How did you figure out a way to keep

It from turning you full muncher?

Edvard Frankel,

an old Strigoi hunter | knew In Vienna taught me the formula.

It's been handed down among selected alchemists

since the third century.

So, what, you're going to live forever like Quinlan?

No. The white will extend my life a few more years,

allow me to continue the fight.

But Palmer's mistaken.

It will not give him eternal life.

No need to tell him that. Better he thinks otherwise.

We certainly can't trust him.

But we may be able to manipulate him.

[lock clicks opens]

| made you some food.

Cool.

Can you put it on the table for me?

Yeah.

You've been reading?

Not much else to do.

Would you like me to read with you?

Maybe later.

I'm tired.

It's good to eat.

So, when can | go to see Dad?

Soon.

Your new favorite word.

| know it Is difficult.

But we must be patient.

[heartbeat sounds]

I'm gonna go to bed.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, my dear one.

[door clanging shut in the distance]

[sucking sounds]

[sucking]

Mom?

[growling]

Zack!

[suspenseful music playing]

[wheezing]

[low growling]

Mom, | can't breathe.

Help me.

[wheezing loudly]

[heartbeat rapidly increasing]

No, Mom!

No!

[shrieking]

No... No...

NO.

[struggling for breath]

[wheezing stops]

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

[Quinlan] What did the Master offer you for it?

My son.

He will not keep his end of the bargain.

It's the only shot | have.

There's another option which offers far greater chance of success.

What's that?

The Lumen will bring the Master out of hiding.

When he comes for It, I'll Kill him.

Why?

My grievance is personal.

How do | know you can get the job done?

I've been preparing for this...

"job" for over 1000 years.

It's not what's In the book that will

destroy him, but what we do with it.

You turn off the UV lights.

That lock Is child's play for me.

What do you say, Dr. Goodweather?

Together, we can use the book...

to save the world.

And your son.

[door clanging shut]