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Previously on The Strain...

Stop it! Stop! Setrakian!

- At least in here I can pretend things are normal.

- Not for me it isn't.

(alarm blaring) (indistinct shouting)

(baby crying)

(snarling)

- This is a Whiskey 8-5-Mod-4 variable-yield nuclear warhead.

It's missing the pit assembly.

- That muncher convoy we saw. Maybe that's what

they were doing. We gotta find that convoy.

- "Join The Partnership." - New Horizons.

It was on the wall in the transportation office.

- And the train schedule, too. They've been shipping people

out of the city. - Where?

- I don't know. But I can tell you one thing. I bet it doesn't look exactly like this.

(engine stalling) (Ephraim): Come on.

(engine sputtering)

Shit.

(birds chirping)

Well, there's a town... just south of here.

Might be able to get a car

or at least siphon off some gas.

- Where is everyone?

(both chuckling)

- Yeah, I guess we're both a little on edge.

- Yeah.

What's so wrong about this place?

- I don't know.

Doesn't look like anybody put up a fight.

Huh.

No signal but there's some...

juice in the battery.

- You looking for something in particular or...

just being a creep?

- Maybe a clue to figure out what happened around here.

- Hi, I'm Emily Stevens, and this is my vlog.

I have enough peanut butter and...

tuna for, like, a really long time.

I don't care if Dad traded for a cool new suitcase;

I'm not going.

- That was dated two weeks ago. Go to the one

from the day prior. - I don't get

why mom and dad are so excited to go to New Horizons.

I just finished decorating my room.

They can do what they want... but I'm not going.

Fortunately, the workers never finished my closet.

Dad has no idea.

- Maybe she's still here?

- Emily!

- Yeah?

- It's almost curfew.

Come inside and pack. - Well Dad, I don't wanna go.

- I promise you're gonna love the new place.

We're gonna have a garden,

you'll be able to play outside whenever you want.

Doesn't that sound nice? - Not really.

- This is her house.

Emily?

- You worried about strigoi?

- I'm worried about a strigoi Emily.

Emily?

♪♪♪

Must have gone with her parents.

- You think? -Well...

I don't see any cool new suitcase around here.

- You coming to bed?

- Oh, um...

I could probably hit a couch.

- Didn't mean it like that.

The safest thing for us to do is to be together.

I promise I won't take advantage of you,

Dr. Goodweather.

- No, it's not like that. Normally I'd let you...

I-I'm just trying to be a... a different person...

- Will you just shut up

so we can go to sleep?

(Alex sighs)

(chuckles)

(theme music)

♪♪♪

(thud)

(snarling)

- (Roman): Every time we get to a silo, these assholes beat us.

We're running out of silos to hit. We can't win.

- They'll be outta here soon.

(snarling) - What the hell is that thing?

(snarling)

- A mongrel.

The Master's mongrels were baked on loam

and anointed with a worm exchange over two full moons.

- Obviously.

- A frontal assault at this point would decimate our ranks.

- You might be right.

With these munchers and mongrels,

and all those collaborators...

hitting them now would be suicidal.

- Finally, we agree on something.

- Yeah. We're gonna have to take 'em on the move.

So, they're clearly

taking the pits south on Route 5, but where?

Might be going to the salt mine down state

to dispose of 'em? - If we want to turn our nuke

into a functioning one, we're gonna have to steal a pit.

- From that convoy? I don't think so.

- Come on Ben, we can handle it. - The only thing we're getting

from this shit show is our asses handed to us.

- We all saw those mongrel monsters.

They even made Rob Zombie nervous.

(chuckling) - Quinlan could take 'em.

- Quinlan can't even take care of himself right now.

Charlotte's spoon-feeding him our blood.

You know, I think I've given enough.

- (Quinlan): If they don't want to help,

then I'll do it myself.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey.

We need those guys.

- I need no one. I've been hunting the Master

on my own for over a thousand years.

- Yeah. Now, how's that working out for you?

- Don't test me.

- Look, I get it. You don't like people,

and most of them don't wanna share a beer with you.

But what you're doing right now is stupid.

All right? And you're only doing it because you're rattled.

You almost died in that silo but I got you out.

So don't fight me, work with me,

and we'll get this job done.

- Right, the guys are in.

- What changed their minds? - I did. I told them

they could have all the silver in the back of that truck.

- I didn't see any silver. - Yeah. Well, neither did I,

but they don't know that.

- That's my girl! Yeah!

- Hey!

Hey.

- All right.

Yes!

- Your blood.

- Thank you, Charlotte.

(indistinct chatter)

(bell rings)

(church bell ringing)

(door creaking)

(coughing) - Hu Die.

Has there been any word yet?

- I have seen no one of the type you search for.

Not here, not ever.

Go.

Abandon your quest,

unless you would like to come in, see for yourself?

Tell your brother I wish him... good fortune.

- It is too late for that.

(indistinct chattering)

(suggestive whistling) (chuckling)

- Clergyman's daughter, are you? Hmm?

(chuckling)

Take a walk with us. Come on!

(woman crying out)

- You bitch! - I will do worse.

(grunting)

(shrieking)

(crunch)

- You seek me?

Why?

- You are... an immortal.

(door opens)

(door unlocks)

(door closes)

(grunting)

- No! Get off! No! Stop! Get off me!

- You're wanted downstairs.

- (Eichhorst): I thought you might be hungry.

Please. Sit.

I had so hoped we could have a civilized conversation.

- Go to hell, you sick piece of shit.

- Wouldn't you like to survive this ordeal,

Ms. Velders?

(sighs)

Your blood type is incredibly...

desirable.

But, much like veal...

...there is nothing better

than infant B positive.

(gulping)

- What's the point of this...

charade?

- I want you to enjoy a meal.

You haven't eaten in days. - Not the meal.

The makeup,

the suits, the bullshit civility.

You've won.

You can be like your own kind now.

- No.

I'm different.

I'm special.

Apart from all the others, the Master blessed with me

with free will.

He entrusted me

with implementing his vision of this world.

- What do you want from me?

- Abraham Setrakian.

Perhaps you can tell me his whereabouts

while you enjoy your meal...

or I can make a meal of you.

Then the Master will know everything.

(giggles)

- Your minions separated us

when they brought us in.

I'm sure Setrakian has been drained

and discarded by now.

The very... system that you created

has robbed you

of your greatest victory.

You will never have the satisfaction

of lording your big win over him.

(door opens)

- Mr. Desai, check your records.

An old man between the ages of 70 and 100 had been processed

the same day she was. What happened to him?

- Right away, Mr. Eichhorst.

All right, I have, um, four B positive men

in his age range that were processed that day.

- Is one of them Setrakian?

- Um... - Is he alive?

- Okay, two of them were drained, one of them died

of pneumonia three weeks prior. - And the last one?

- Last one's in a bone marrow experiment.

- Where is he? - Um...

- Research Wing Seven.

- Seven.

I'll check for myself.

- Mr. Eichhorst?

What about her?

- Hold her until I verify it's Setrakian.

Then...

drain her.

- We're-we're actually in the middle of an experiment

on geriatric patients to-to expand

their viable blood production lifespan.

- I'm not interested in your experiments!

I'm looking for this old man with a tattoo:

A230385.

- I-I know the exact person you're looking for...

- Where is he? - He, uh, he's, uh... right...

here.

- (woman): Nurse?

Nurse?

(indistinct shouting in distance)

- Wake him.

Now.

- Bone marrow extraction's incredibly painful

and he's been heavily sedated.

A regimen of amphetamines would be too stressful for his heart.

I mean, it could kill him. - Either you wake him right now,

or I will make sure the next test subject will be...

Dr. Joseph Himoff.

- N-Nurse Cohen, 600 milligrams of Dextroamphetamine, please.

- Quinlan,

you in position?

- Yes.

The same position I was in 30 minutes ago.

- We've spotted the convoy.

It's headed your way.

(indistinct conversations)

- No.

- Do I sit here with a demon?

- Were you not sent by one? By the Master?

- No. My brother.

- Your brother sends you looking for demons?

- He seeks your gift... immortality.

He lies near death, beyond the help of medicine.

His curiosity about the dark arts

revealed your secrets to him.

He begged me to find someone from your exotic order.

- My "order" is not one I'd wish any soul to join.

- If...

money or property is of no allure to you...

- You'd do this for your brother?

- Please. He suffers so.

- I am indeed a demon,

but my curse is my own. I have no gift,

dark or light, to give.

- I beseech you. Visit my brother,

if only to confirm his belief in the fantastic.

(coughing)

- Louisa, darling? (sighing)

Who is with you?

- Someone...

fantastic.

- A strix.

The immortal race? The lore is true.

Oh, beautiful fiend, show me your teeth.

I want to know forever. I want to know deliverance!

- Syphilis.

The great pox.

- For a time I covered the guilty rash

and became quite artful with stage makeup,

but now...

...now it has his mind.

- Release him.

A draught of laudanum from Hu Die.

- I can't.

Losing my twin is like losing half myself.

I don't want to live without him.

Are there any others of your kind who might...

- There are no others in all of London Town.

Of that I'm certain.

- Mother!

- Child, what is it?

- I had a bad dream, mother.

I thought I saw a monster.

- Welcome Mister...

- Quinlan.

- Welcome Mr. Quinlan to our home like a proper lady.

- How long you been up here?

- Lie down. Look at this.

(chuckling)

I haven't seen stars in nine months.

- Couldn't sleep?

Yeah. Me, too.

- You ever wonder what life would have been like

if this never happened?

- I try not to.

- I always thought I'd move out of Philly one day.

Get a house like this.

Live the American dream.

- Yeah, I wasn't really cut out for suburban bliss.

- You know what I mean.

No matter how you might have felt about your old life...

...it was better than this.

(door opens in distance)

♪♪♪

- Slide me that weapon.

Want to lock the door, sweetheart?

What are you two doing here?

- Just taking shelter for the night.

- You know they send strigoi enforcers through here

every couple days. Better be careful.

- Thanks for the advice. Do you mind lowering the rifle?

- Sorry about that.

- It's all right.

- We understand. You're... scared.

- I'm running out of time. - We're still in this.

If we work together, we can turn it around.

- No. Me?

I'm done.

Look at me.

- You're turning.

- Goddamn monsters.

It's just my luck.

I escaped from that New Horizons,

then this happens.

- You escaped? From New Horizons?

- They sold us all a bill of goods.

Told us we weren't gonna have to worry about rations

and curfew anymore.

We were gonna start a farming community.

I got to that Welcome Center...

I just got a weird feeling.

Saw a delivery truck leaving, hid in the back.

Figured I had enough in cans to last a while...

and I'd scavenge the rest.

- So you didn't actually see the farming community?

- I didn't want to.

That truck pulled out, I rolled out the back,

took the back roads to here.

Been hiding out ever since.

- Could you find it again if you had to?

- I guess but I don't want to.

- This is important. I need to understand what they're doing.

If I can, maybe we can beat them.

(groaning)

(yells)

- (chuckles)

A230385.

Welcome back.

- Rather...

an imaginary snake attack me

than see your face, Eichhorst. - (laughing)

- Where am I, exactly?

- Don't you know?

This... is the end.

- Of what?

- Of everything.

Of our decades-long conflict.

Of Abraham Setrakian.

- Even on my deathbed,

your pettiness is nothing more

than an annoyance.

- Oh, don't you worry.

You're not going to die.

Not yet.

First,

I need you to do something for me.

Then, and only then,

will I allow you to pass.

- I will do nothing for you.

(grunting)

(laughing) - But what I ask

is so simple

and will ensure your suffering is brief.

I just need you

to admit one thing:

that your God

does not exist.

- For your sake,

you should hope that he does not.

- Oh, Abraham, I know he doesn't.

I just need to hear you say it.

- I'll see you...

in hell, Eichhorst.

- Yes.

But you are already there.

(whimpering)

- You are the lucky ones.

The shaving is just the first step

in a new radiation inoculation, which will help

with the potential side effects from the Illumination.

What's this?

- She's priority,

per Mr. Desai.

- Thank you. This batch is all being processed this morning.

- You okay?

- All right, Curly, you're up.

- Take a seat.

Eyes down. Be still.

- This is all a lie! - Hey, shut up!

- You're all about to be murdered! Drained of your blood!

Just like the babies that they are draining in here!

Our babies! - Sit down!

- That's what they're counting on.

That we will willingly go to the slaughter!

- Come on! - Restrain her! Now

Guards! Guards! (shouting)

(grunting)

(shouting)

Control yourselves! Control yourselves!

(shouting)

- Get the others out of here. - What about you?

- My friend might be alive. If he is,

I have to help him.

(screaming)

(alarm ringing)

- (woman): Evacuate! We've gotta go!

Come on!

(alarm continuing)

- Professor?

Professor.

- Ms. Velders,

how... are you?

- I'm better now I've found you.

- How touching.

I'm sorry to say that your reunion will be short.

(chuckling)

What can you possibly do with that?

(screaming)

- Watch out! - Get 'em!

- Run him over!

(grunting)

(honks)

- That guy you just ran over?

He's on the trailer now.

(growling)

(snarling) (grunting)

(grunting)

- Aah!

Aah! (snarling)

(roaring)

(growling)

Aah!

(grunts)

♪♪♪

(snarling)

Resist the temptation to read anything

into the fact that I saved you.

Again. - I will.

- We better hurry.

Reinforcements will be on the way.

- Yeah, and I'd bet my bed roll

that there's a tracking device on this truck.

- All right, let's get that silver and

get the hell outta here.

- Uh, yeah. About that...

- I, uh, might have stretched the truth

about exactly how much silver we saw being loaded

into the truck. - How much did you see?

- Approximately?

None. - What? Hold on.

Oh, come on!

You're telling me we risked our lives taking this convoy

so that you could get plutonium and we could get nothing?

- I wouldn't say "nothing."

You have our undying gratitude.

- I'm guessing The Partnership will do better.

In fact, I'm fairly certain they'll pay a pretty penny

to get their plutonium back, along with you

and Hairless,

dead or... - (screeching)

(grunting)

(screaming) - Wait! Guys!

- Move! Go! Go! - Roman!

Come on! No other munchers in here.

- You want to go in that truck?! - We've gotta get the pit

before backup shows up. Come on!

No other munchers in here.

- Oh! Be careful, be careful! This stuff is no joke.

- Oh, I wasn't planning on being anything but careful.

- Took your time.

- Well, we got the pit-- that's all that matters.

- Nothing matters until the Master's destroyed.

(sighing)

- You just can't be happy, can you?

- Bring me another! Another!

I want the curse. The light!

I'm not ready to... Louisa!

Please! Please!

Louisa! - Near death,

yet still you cater to your brother's madness.

- Because of compassion. Do you have none?

- I don't know. I've never wondered.

- I don't know how I will go on without my twin brother.

I would be shut away in Broadmoor forever

if not for Lydia... and you.

- Me?

- Cyril would recount for me tales of history.

Bloody battles and palace intrigue.

You have lived them.

- You are a strange creature.

- Will you indulge me?

♪♪♪

You're quite beautiful.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Please,

I want to feel it.

♪♪♪

(panting)

- Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our debts

as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom,

and the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

- Sister Agnes, what's this?

A relic from overseas?

Sister, did you open it already?

Soil?

(grunting)

- Francis?

- Stay close to the shoulder.

If you hear a vehicle, hide.

- How you feeling?

- Like I'm dying slowly.

- You're doing the right thing taking us there.

- What's the point? I'll be one of those things soon.

- No, you won't. When the time comes,

I'll make sure of it. - Oh, great.

You're gonna kill me first. Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it.

- It beats the alternative.

- I went that way to the Welcome Center.

But we should take the access road.

- What we're looking for

probably won't be at some Welcome Center anyway.

- (Ephraim): I've been thinking.

The Master reverted our information society

to a technological society in a matter of weeks.

This New Horizon seems like another step backwards

to an agrarian society.

- He wants us to be farmers?

- Not a chance.

- Oh, dear lord.

- Is that...

- Yeah.

(coughing)

You okay?

- There's something evil down that road.

I don't want to see it.

I didn't want to see it before

and I definitely don't want to see it now.

This is my last day on this planet.

I... I can't.

No, I-I wo... I won't go.

- Francis, if I don't release you,

you'll turn into one of them. - Release me?

You mean murder me. No, Doc,

I don't want you to kill me.

I did what you asked.

- Go.

It's her choice.

(sighs)

(sniffing)

That smell-- what is it?

- Nothing good. You sure you want to keep going?

- Don't want to...

I feel like we need to. (branch cracks in distance)

- You hear that?

- Yeah.

- (gravelly voice): Goodweather.

I knew you'd surface.

- Yeah, I'm back.

You know where I am?

- New Horizons.

You did not release this body when you had the chance.

Perhaps you hoped to hear from me... about your son.

- Zack's alive?

- Yes. He is an apt student.

You would be astounded by his progress

had you not fled New York like a coward.

(growling)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

(sniffing) Let's finish this.

Oh, my God.

♪♪♪

This is the Master's Final Solution.

We're not the farmers.

We're the livestock.

(theme music)

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH