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NARRATOR: Previously on The Strain...

I hate you!

I live in this building with a bunch of other kids.

I was wondering if...

If you could bring them some of my food?

You have no idea how much this means to me.

FET: Munchers beat us again.

We're gonna have to steal a pit.

Right, the guys are in.

I told them they could have

all the silver in the back of that truck.

I didn't see any silver. They don't know that.

We risked our lives

taking this convoy so that you

could get plutonium and we could get nothing?

(guns cocking)

(screeching)

(choking)

Let's get out of here!

(tires screeching)

Has there been any word yet? I have seen

no one of the type you search for.

(rapid breathing)

You seek me?

You are... an immortal.

My brother. He seeks your gift.

He lies near death, beyond the help of medicine.

A strix?

The immortal race?

For a time, I covered the guilty rash

and became quite artful with stage makeup.

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

PINSKY: How much further to Cheyenne?

250 miles.

BEN: You got a plan?

Well, National Guard's got an armory.

I figure we'll start looking there for supplies.

(guns cocking) EICHHORST: Good evening, gentlemen.

Just hold it right there, Brooks Brothers.

Chilly out here, yes?

It is if your dumb ass forgot a coat.

What do you want?

Information.

I am looking for two men.

Well, one man.

Vasiliy Fet? And a half-breed named Quinlan.

So... you have seen them.

Any idea where I might find them?

Probably somewhere east of here,

looking for an airfield.

Shut your goddamn pie hole.

We don't owe them a thing.

SOBs nearly got us killed, and for nothing.

In that case,

I have good news

and I have bad news.

The good news is... I am taking

that truck off your hands.

(Pinsky chuckling)

Just like that, huh?

Just like that.

What's the bad news?

The bad news is...

I only need one of you to drive it.

He's a strigoi! Kill him!

(grunts, bones snapping)

(screeching)

Congratulations.

Tonight is

your lucky night.

♪ ♪

Jesus Christ!

I'm standing next to a fully pitted nuke.

Can you be a little more careful?

We left New York more than nine months ago.

Time is of the essence. Yeah.

Well, the airfield's not far, should take us less than a day.

You're certain we'll be able to get a plane?

Certain-ish.

The guy who runs it, Dooley, had about a half a dozen

aircraft last time I heard.

Good. Uh...

wouldn't start

popping corks.

We have to actually see if he wants to trade.

Why would he not?

All our ammunition, food and vehicles

for just one plane is more than reasonable.

Yeah, well, Dooley...

ain't exactly reasonable.

Former Special Forces, it's his way or the highway.

Then I'll show him my way.

(crow cawing)

You keep staring at me like that,

I ain't coming to New York. Seriously.

Why are you coming?

Seriously.

(laughs) Look who's got jokes.

I figured I'd have a better chance

with you guys than by myself.

We made a pretty good team so far, right?

CHARLOTTE: Oh, really? FET: Mmm.

Oh, yeah? (grunts): Oh!

You're so tough. You're so tough. Put me...

down.

Put me down! Now?

Thank you.

I suppose we have.

CHARLOTTE: It's cold out.

FET: Cold.

It's not cold.

(Fet chuckling)

CHARLOTTE: Really? Mm-hmm.

Are you feeling OK, Quinlan?

Can I collect you some more blood?

That won't be necessary; thank you, Charlotte.

Fet, a word?

Oh, go on.

I'll fetch you some more fresh coffee.

Why the long face, Born-o? Huh?

I mean, today's the day we get to...

leave this frozen wasteland.

Charlotte cannot come.

Excuse me?

Her usefulness has passed.

Yeah. That's not for you to decide.

This is my mission.

And you wouldn't have completed it

without me or Charlotte.

For that I'm grateful.

But now we must focus on the next steps.

She will only slow us down.

Charlotte has risked her life for us

more times than I can count.

So don't you dare question her commitment.

I'm not.

I'm questioning yours.

CHARLOTTE: Everything OK here?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, we're good.

Make sure that we are, Fet.

I found you!

(chuckling) Catch me.

(laughing)

Lydia, to bed please.

Miss Richmond will be here to watch you soon.

But I want to play with Mr. Quinlan.

LOUISA: He'll be back soon enough.

Say good night to Mr. Quinlan.

We'll continue our games tomorrow.

We're going to the theater.

I've... never been.

I know.

LOUISA: We mustn't dally. The curtain is at eight.

No one's ever accused me of dallying before.

I must've lost the time whilst watching Lydia.

My apologies.

I appreciate how good you are with her.

Hello.

She was so withdrawn

after her uncle passed, but...

now she's opened up;

she listens to you.

Clearly, she needs a father figure in her life.

Because her true father remains a mystery?

We're nearly there.

(snarling)

(snarling)

Stay back.

(growling)

(snarling)

(grunting)

(snarling)

(screeching, bones snapping)

Quinlan!

Invictus?

Is that you?

You've come.

And I shall come for you.

(snarling)

(bones snapping)

All right, all right,

let's load up, everyone,

before Q has an aneurysm.

I can think of worse things.

CHARLOTTE: Hold up!

I'm coming.

Uh, can I help?

I can handle it.

Well, there's not much that you can't handle.

What's up?

Quinlan... um...

He thinks that, um... you shouldn't come to New York.

But before you say a thing, I just want you to know

that I told him that it's not his call.

You know, that, uh...

You've done more for us than anyone else.

We owe you everything.

But, uh...

then it dawned on me that, you know,

whether he wants you to stay or I want you to go or...

It doesn't really matter

because what really matters is...

what you want, you know?

So? So...

you want to come?

To New York? Hmm?

(laughing)

Hell, no.

What?

I mean, you said it was a suicide mission, right?

Yeah. I... I just...

I just thought that...

Then when we're done here, I figured that I'd

go out to my dad's cabin in Montana

and... just live off the land

at least... at least as long as I can.

Yeah, that, well... that...

that... that sounds... that sounds nice, actually.

Well, it's better than the alternative.

Right?

Yeah.

I guess.

Good.

Wait a second.

Did you just break up with me?

Huh? Hey!

(indistinct speaking over loudspeaker)

That was me. Up there, on the second floor.

I could see the whole neighborhood

from my desk.

See, um... my parents coming home.

They were right there when it hit.

I looked up and they were

at the crosswalk, looking back at Liberty Island.

The blast wave rolled through and...

they were just...

gone.

(quiet crying)

♪ ♪

Sorry.

It's OK. It's not your fault.

(sighs)

Thank you...

for bringing me here.

Of course. No problem.

♪ ♪

ABBY: You never talk about your parents.

I assume they're, uh... you know.

My mom is.

I'm not sure about my dad.

You don't know what happened to him?

Nope. And I don't care.

You want to talk about it?

My mom was turned.

Shit.

My dad... thought she was gonna hurt me, but...

she wasn't; she would never do that.

But he killed her anyway.

I'm sorry.

You know, I still talk to her sometimes.

I probably sound like a weirdo.

No, I do it, too.

You do? Yeah,

if I'm feeling low or down,

I think of what my parents would say.

Makes me feel better. I guess we're both weirdoes.

Guess so.

This is me.

(indistinct speaking over loudspeaker)

Oh, hey, wait.

I almost forgot.

What's this?

Plums?

That's so sweet.

Um, I'm gonna just...

Yeah.

(foreboding music)

(dripping)

Zack, what is it that troubles you?

You wouldn't understand.

I've been studying human nature for a very long time.

There's nothing

I haven't seen when it comes to life.

Or love?

There it is.

Who is it?

Abby.

The servant girl?

She's more than that.

At least... I want her to be.

Does she share your feelings?

I don't know.

Have you...

asked?

(sighs) No.

Ask her.

EICHHORST: You know the area well.

I take it you are from this region?

Relax, Benjamin.

All you have to do is

get me to the airfield in time.

And you're gonna let me go?

You have my word.

You are Native American, are you not?

What is your tribe?

Chippewa.

Chippewa.

I've always been fascinated by the subject.

Hitler was obsessed with it.

He admired the way the American government

dealt with their... native problem.

Seems kind of sick, getting off

on the genocide of innocent people.

Innocent?

Is it not true that many of the tribes

turned on their own in order to help the white man?

It's more complicated than that.

I don't think so at all.

Take your case. Here you are,

assisting me, selling out your own species.

I didn't have a choice.

Of course you had a choice.

You could have chosen a warrior's death.

An honorable death.

But you chose self-preservation.

You took the coward's way out,

like so many of your ancestors.

All these back roads look the same in the winter.

I better check the map.

Hold on.

Allow me.

FET: So, uh,

tell me more about this, um... this cabin.

Four walls... and a roof.

(whistling) Deluxe, huh?

Why you asking?

Heh. Just curious.

(indistinct speaking over radio)

What was that?

It's the CB.

Somebody, somewhere's opened up the channel.

FET: Who the hell else is out here?

And on our frequency?

Bullard Field Regional Airport, Highway 83

Sounds like Ben.

EICHHORST: Wonderful. We'll be there shortly.

Is that...

Eichhorst.

Shit.

Quinlan, please! Talk to me.

I don't understand.

There is nothing more to say.

The Master is here in London.

Now is my chance to defeat him.

Why must it be you who confronts him?

This is my purpose.

To defeat the Master and his plague.

For protection.

Are you not our protection?

You're not coming back.

Quinlan, no!

What about me? What about my daughter?

She loves you like a father! Do we mean nothing to you?

Quite... the opposite.

These past few months...

you have shown me kindness, accepted me into a world

in which I've never fully belonged.

For that, I am grateful.

I hope tonight I can repay you in kind.

(sobbing)

You don't have to do this.

For your sake, and Lydia's...

I must see this through.

And if you succeed,

your destiny fulfilled,

why then won't you return to us?

The Master's life and mine, they are entwined.

When I end his...

mine shall also end.

(gasping) That is the price I must pay.

Yet it cost me so much more.

LYDIA: Please don't go.

I want you to stay.

So do I, my child.

So do I.

(quiet weeping)

(rock and roll music)

♪ We'll put them all to sleep Just by the skin of our teeth ♪

♪ Throwin' it in like a Roman army ♪

♪ Tear your way back into my black heart, baby ♪

♪ I waited too long just to have you slip away again ♪

♪ I know we spent so much time apart now, lately ♪

♪ But pulling you closer, it's me and you until the end ♪

♪ Tear your way back into my black heart, baby ♪

♪ I waited too long just to have you slip away again ♪

♪ I know we spent so much time apart now, lately ♪

♪ But pulling you closer, it's me and you until the end ♪

♪ ♪

♪ We could put on a scene ♪

♪ But you think you should leave Floating out ♪

♪ With your eyes locked on me ♪

♪ You tear your way back into my black heart, baby ♪

Is Abby coming in?

Not now. Abby coming later.

(snarling)

Stay.

(indistinct speaking)

♪ ♪

(guitar strumming)

(footsteps)

Everybody gets one. OK, fine.

Thanks, Abby.

(laughing)

(sinister music)

(indistinct chatting)

(laughing)

The cut-through's right up here on the left.

The hunters use this fire road in the winter.

It gives good cover; it should save us time.

FET: We're gonna need it.

Signal's getting weaker,

means we're putting some distance

between us and them.

For the moment.

You think he's here because you've got the nuke?

FET: Exactly.

Means the Master's scared.

The only thing more dangerous than a king rat

is a scared king rat.

He'll throw everything's he's got at us now.

We need to make better time. They could be in the air by now.

I'm pushing it as fast as I can.

(radio static)

(radio clicking off)

How long has this been on?

Pull over.

I didn't know.

I said, pull over.

(tense music)

(accelerating)

What are you doing? Stop!

No!

(grunting)

No!

(tires squealing)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

(screeching)

Where the hell have you brought us?

ROMAN: Only place I know where we can get an airplane.

And our heads blown clear off.

I got a not-so-great feeling about this right now.

CHARLOTTE: Jesus!

What the hell was that?

Sniper. Dooley.

I'll roll out the side,

try to flank him.

I'll push him towards you.

Just, just wait! Just wait.

Just wait.

Sgt. Arthur Dooley. Captain Daniel Roman here. Over.

He shoots again and we're taking this place by force.

I'm ready. Say the word.

Sergeant, do you copy? Over.

What do you want, Roman?

Looking to trade.

Got ammo and supplies.

You and who else?

Just me and three friendlies.

Just, uh, just lookin' to do some business. That's all.

What is it you're looking for?

How about an airplane?

(suspenseful music)

Long time, no see, Sergeant.

How are you? Good.

Stop! What is that thing? ROMAN: Hey! Whoa! Whoa!

Put that down! FET: Drop it!

Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

Drop it!

You goddamn collaborators!

Relax! He's one of the good guys.

DOOLEY: He doesn't look like one of the good guys.

I can assure you, Sergeant, you would already be dead

if I were not one of the good guys.

So, you got a plane for us

or are we just wasting our time here?

Anyone concerned that civilian aircraft

have been grounded since the first nuke blew?

Not really. It concern you?

Depends on what you got to offer.

ROMAN: Everything

but that.

So, what do you think?

(door creaking)

DOOLEY: It's all yours.

ROMAN: Works for us.

Then let's get you all off my airfield, huh?

Look, you should hit the road

before the Nazi shows up.

Right.

OK.

Don't go.

Come to the cabin.

We'll be safe

and free.

Come with me.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're an idiot. (chuckles)

I wish I could say I've never heard that before.

(motor revving)

It is for the best.

I didn't let her go 'cause you wanted me to.

Hell, I would've kidnapped her

just to prove you wrong.

I did it for her.

She deserves better.

Better than me.

That, Mr. Fet, will be very hard to find,

though I don't doubt her resourcefulness.

Did I just hear a compliment in there?

I like to give one

every 100 years or so.

(indistinct shouting)

(horses whinnying)

(slithering)

(gulping)

Fitting...

that I should find the very embodiment of evil

in the den of such iniquity.

Invictus...

my son.

Much time has passed since our last encounter.

I hope you have enjoyed the years...

they will be your last.

(growling)

(groaning)

(grunts)

(gasping)

(grunts)

(screeching)

(gurgling)

And so it ends...

your life and mine.

(groans)

You hesitated,

not ready to die?

Was it...

the woman and her child?

Perhaps...

your new family

should meet your father?

No. (gusting wind)

No!

(indistinct speaking)

♪ ♪

Zack?

Hey!

How's it going?

(snarling)

The place is, uh...

somewhat still intact.

I'm kind of shocked.

So... how were the plums?

Oh, uh...

they were amazing. Thank you, again.

Did your... boyfriend like them?

Yeah. I saw you with him.

Where?

In your room.

You were spying on me?

I just wanted to talk.

About what?

It doesn't matter now.

Well, it matters to me.

Bullshit.

What is going on with you?

Talk to me.

Zack!

You kissed him!

Yeah, uh...

He's my boyfriend.

I was supposed to be your boyfriend!

Look, Zack, I'm sorry

but I don't... I don't really

think of you that way.

Why not?

I did everything I was supposed to.

I was nice to you, and I gave you all this stuff!

That's not how to make someone like you.

Then tell me what to do.

I'll do it. I promise.

That's not really how it works.

And you're a friend, and you're sweet,

you... you are,

but... you're just a kid.

I'm not a kid!

I'm not cleaning that up.

You will if I tell you to.

You know what?

I can't do this anymore. I'm out.

You're not leaving! Watch me.

Abby, wait! Look!

Let go of me!

Please, I'm sorry!

I said, let go, you little creep!

(snarling)

Call it off, Zack.

(snarling)

I said, call it off!

This isn't funny!

(demonic howling)

Zack, help!

Zack!

Come on!

(snarling)

No!

(screeching)

(gulping)

Louisa? Lydia?

(soft music)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(slicing)

(rat squeaking)

(snake hissing)

WOMAN: Zack.

Go away.

You're upset...

about Abby.

I said I don't want to talk.

People are complicated, Zack.

They lie, they cheat.

They take and take from you

until all you feel is empty and hollow.

Just like your father did to me.

I did exactly what I was supposed to do.

But it didn't matter.

Everything I was afraid of came true.

What were you afraid of?

She wouldn't like me. No.

You were afraid of losing her.

And now you never will.

I should have helped her.

But you did.

You gave Abby a gift.

You released her from desire

and compulsion...

and all the pain and suffering

that comes with being human.

♪ ♪

She's part of the Master's family now.

And she will never...

abandon or betray you again.

(eerie music)

(clicking)

I love you.

(engine roaring)

Good to go?

Cargo's secure.

Shit.

I don't like the sound of that. What?

Lot of activity on the storm-scope east of here.

FET: What does that mean?

It means we might have to detour around it, which'll

cost us fuel we don't have.

Well, we've got a more pressing problem right now...

QUINLAN: We need to go.

Now.

Strap in.

(dramatic music)

(tire bursting) (gunfire)

(tires squealing)

(tires screeching)

(gunfire)

(screaming)

Come on. Come on!

(gunfire)

Eichhorst is shooting at us!

Ahh!

(grunting)

(grunts)

Scheisse!

We did it! Ha!

We did it! I don't know how

but we did it! I got a pretty good idea.

She proved you wrong.

Saved our asses.

No.

You saved her and us

by leaving her behind.

Let's just get to New York.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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