All language subtitles for The Strain - 4x08 - Extraction.WEB.DSNP.en

- (narrator): Previously
on The Strain...

- Every contact
with the outside world

has been severed.
There's no way they're getting

that warhead into the city.
- Zack, help!

Come on! Zack! No!

- You gave Abbey a gift. She's
part of the Master's family now.

And she will never
betray you again.

- A230385.

(crack)

- Your companion's blood
smells like yours.

- No!

- And now, this one, too.

(crack)
- No!

- Augustin.

Now, you.

(squish)

(grunting)

(groaning)

- Finish this.

(groaning)

My name

is Abraham Setrakian.

(speaking foreign language)

- The professor would want us to
wake him to give him the White.

God. I just hope that it...

- (Ephraim): A strigoi
in a perfectly tailored suit...

who just happens
to be missing a hand.

- We need to be sure.

Look for the head.

- Dutch.

- Serves him right.
- Looks like he was poisoned.

- We need to find the professor.

- Hey... it's just me.

- Gus, what the hell happened?

Where's Setrakian and Alex?

- Alex didn't make it.

- And the old man?

Is he okay?

(hard exhale)

- Professor?

(sniffing, exhaling)

- Hey... are you all right?

Setrakian...

- I...

don't have much time.

- How long ago

were you infected?
What are your symptoms?

If we can get all the facts,
then maybe we can figure
out a way to slow down...

- You cannot help me, Doctor.

I still have work to do.

♪♪♪

MAN (on P.A.): This is
the Partnership River Patrol.

No one is allowed
to cross the river.

Pull the boat into the dock.

- How goes it, fellas?

Cold one, huh?

- No one's allowed
to be out here.

- Okay. Uh, you know,
no one told me that.

- Armband.
- Yeah.

- All right. Search it.

O'Malley? What the hell's
going on up there?

Hey. Stay where you are.

(cracking and groaning)
What the hell?

(crack)
- Aah!

- Nice work. Both of you.

It's good to be home.

- Yeah, now what? Quinlan
gonna carry the bomb

wherever your friends are?

- He doesn't have to.

Anyway, it's my turn to drive.

Jesus.

Where the hell
is everybody?

- Maybe they've
been sequestered.

Rome was like
this for a time.

Back in the
14th century.

- What? The plague?

- Wall Street?

Where are you taking us, man?

- The safest place to park
the nuke that I can think of.

- (Roman): The government
kept a shit-ton of gold

in this place, right?

Think it's still in here?
- Doesn't matter,

gold is worthless now.
- Yeah, but the building's

still set up
to protect it.

- You really think
the nuke's gonna be safe

just, like, sitting here
while we go find your friends?

I mean, what if the Partnership
comes poking around?

- That's an excellent
point, Roman.

Here,

keep it set to channel two.

(clicks tongue)
- Whoa.

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no. Uh-uh.

No, this is not a good idea.
- Have you so little faith

in your own abilities?
- No,

I just feel like y'all are
gonna leave me down here to die.

- Only if you die
of boredom, Roman.

We'll send word
as soon as we can.

Hey.

Don't worry so much.

All right?

- You can't just
shut us out like this.

You have to
let us help you.

There must be
something that we can do.

What about the White?
- Yes.

If it can slow down
the aging process,

then maybe it has a similar
effect on the replication

of worms.
- The White is useless

against the parasite itself.
There is nothing to be done.

- When we find the old man

and tell him we got
the nuke, you think he might

finally give me a smile?

Yeah, just like that one.

- You have visitors.

- Hey.

- What's going on?

Hey, Professor.

Sorry, it took so long, but, um,

we finally got
you your, uh...

Oh, this can't be happening.

- Professor, relax,
relax. Take a seat.

- I have...

tried to write down all I could,

but... I...

I have no time left.

Now, you must listen.

All this time...
I had been...

looking at the Lumen
through the... prism

of what I wanted to find there;

a concrete way
of killing the Master,

but...

I was wrong.

I have gone
back in, and...

I understand now

what we have to do.

We have to separate...

the Master from all

his collaborators.

The-the Lumen says...

"The power of the Beast

"resides not within itself...

"but within its limbs,

"those who willfully...

"do its bidding

and provide it sustenance."

Humans.

Acting out of

deluded self-interest.

Once we cut them away,

he will be weakened.

We will then be able to strike,

but this last move
will come at a cost.

It will require an act of...

...self-sacrifice.

- Professor...

what about the nuke?

- Please...

do not let
the work I've done...

be in vain.

Promise me.

- Okay.

I promise.

(groaning)

(panting)

- Mr. Quinlan.

(short sob)

♪♪♪

(crunch, thump)

(loud cry)

(sniffling)

(wind whooshing)

- Does anyone want
to say something?

- I have been a witness
to human mortality

for more than 2,000 years.

I know that a single human life

is too often just
a flicker in the darkness.

We should not mourn this man.

His death was
inevitable. Instead,

we should remember what
it is that he showed us.

That the real...

impact of a life
depends on will.

The determination
to keep on fighting,

no matter the cost.

His life was a beacon.

For all of us.

Mr. Fet.

He would want you
to have this.

To carry on his work.

- He must've taken all of it.

- You know, I told him
this was poison.

I never thought
he would take...

- He wasn't gonna let them win.

Not while he had
any fight left in him.

- Alex.

Were you there
when she died?

- By the time I got there
she was already down.

I saw my cousin die, though.

Eichorst wanted me to see it.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm just sayin'
it's probably better

that you didn't see
what happened to her.

At least you got to say
good-bye to the old man.

- You know...

when my father died

I was in India,
I was working.

He had a sudden
heart attack

at a pancake breakfast
at the Rotary Club.

I always thought

if I could
have seen him...

one last time,
just talked to him...

it'd be easier, somehow.
Not easier, different.

I'd be more settled.

But I've seen

a lot of people
I love die

and I don't feel
settled. I feel...

- Like you wish
you had 'em all back.

(sighs)

- I had a dream
when I was out there.

The Professor, he had the Lumen.

He was burning the pages.

Then I saw he was infected.

I mean, that's weird, right?

How it all...

basically came true?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Or maybe you were
just... dreaming

about what you were
most afraid of.

- Yeah.

- What do you think?

- (sighs): I think

I just spent nine months

getting a nuke for
the old man and, uh...

I'm wondering
how it all fits in.

I-I don't
see anything. I mean,

where's the face of God
in all of this?

- Setrakian told me he was
wrong about the face of God.

- Wrong how?

- I'm not
really sure.

- He was caught up
in this new idea:

cutting off the Master from his
collaborators. You heard him.

- Yes, we did. And
with all due respect,

he may not have been
in his right mind at the time.

It's possible that the voice
we heard was not Setrakian's

at all but the Master
trying to lead us astray.
- I don't believe that.

- Well, that's fine, 'cause
it's not about what we believe,

it's about what we know,
and we know that a bomb

wiped out the Ancients.
- No, we don't know that.

We presume that. What we know
is that his last bomb

killed thousands of people,
and it triggered a nuclear war

that killed millions
of people, and plunged us

into nuclear winter.
So, I'm a little wary

of setting off another one.
- We need to gather

all of our weapons
as soon as possible.

- Why? We got a big
sale coming up?

- Nah. No more selling.
We're done with all that.

We're putting everything we got
into the fight with the strigoi

and the Master. And that

includes all of us.

- Do you think you can
tell me what to do?

- (some): Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

- Calma, calmate.

- Where is Creem?
- He tried to make a deal

with the strigoi
and it didn't go so well.

Last I saw him, he was
trying to drink my blood,

so I drove a dagger
into his big-ass mouth.

Now, that's what
I'm trying to tell you,

we can't think that this
doesn't involve us anymore.

Every deal you make,

every decision
you think you're making,

the Master has a hand in it.

And if we don't fight,
we're helping him win.

- Now, if you think
you're tougher than Creem,

you can go.
Do what you gotta do.

I'm not gonna stop you.

- All right, so what
do we do know? We know that...

sunlight won't kill him, cutting
off his head doesn't work.

Neither does putting him
in a box, so...

- It's astonishing to me
that we're still debating this.

The Master is clearly afraid
of us attacking him with a nuke.

He just blew every bridge
and tunnel onto Manhattan

to try and keep us from bringing
one anywhere near him.

- Well, that may be true,
but I still agree with Eph.

Vaporizing a city full of people
is not the way to save humanity.

- Most of those people are
working with The Partnership.

If you're so keen on doing what
Setrakian said-- cutting off

the Master's collaborators--
then I think setting off

a nuclear bomb is an
excellent way of doing that.

- He did say that killing
the Master would come at a cost.

- Yeah, some sort of self-
sacrifice, not mass
annihilation.

- All right.
What's your idea, Doc? Huh?

Come on, dazzle us.

You got nothing, huh?

But you want me

to toss out the nuke just
because you're telling me to?

- You made the promise
to Setrakian. Does that not

mean anything to you?
- This is a waste of time.

- Where are you going?
- To get the bomb.

- Hey, hey, hang on.
What are you gonna do?

You're just gonna go
get it and set it off?

We don't know where
the Master is yet.

- How do you propose we find
him? Shall we hand out flyers?

We know the Master is somewhere
on the island. If we set

the bomb to the highest
possible yield, the odds

of killing him are good.
- Have you not heard

a word that we've said?
- Yes. And not one of them has

convinced me in the slightest.
- You're not setting off
that nuke.

- You really think you're
gonna stop me, Doctor?
- All right, boys.

I think I have a way
to find the Master. - How?

- Sanjay Desai.

He works at the Partnership
medical facility where Setrakian

and I were being held.
He used to meet with Eichorst

all the time. He's at the top of
the Master's pile of human shit.

If we grab him, we can
bring him back here,

and make him tell us
where the Master is.

- And we'd be taking
a collaborator from him.

That's what the old man
wanted us to do.

- Regardless of what we
wind up doing with the nuke.

- Not only that.

We can get everyone
out of that horrible place.

(heavy breathing)

- Our enemies
are closing in.

They have managed to bring an
atomic bomb onto this island.

You know the devastation
such a weapon can cause?

Yes,

of course you do.

Now, everything we have
achieved is at risk.

The peace we
have established

is being eroded.

They will not stop

until they have incinerated us
all.

- There must be
something we can do.

- There is something.

It's rather delicate.

A task only you
can perform.

- Me?

- Yes, my son.

You are uniquely
suited for it.

What happens next

will determine
the fate of all of us.

(low growling)

- I have to go out for a while.

- You have nothing

to worry about, Zack.

You were born to do this.

That's why
the Master chose you.

- Wow.

You're so hot.

I meant, like,

you're warm. Your body.

(growling continuing)

(growls)

(indistinct conversations)

- That's new.

- I lost my sword. And we
can't all be wearing them now.

- You think you got a pretty
good idea of what we're
going up against?

- I only know what
it was like when I left.

I'm sure they've amped up
the security since.

We should be
ready for anything.

- It makes me sick
that you were ever there.

- Not half as sick
as it makes me.

- So, tell me,

what brought about your...
recommitment to the cause?

- Something the Professor
said. Made me realize

that no matter how hard you try,
you can't escape what you're

right in the middle of.
- I'm sure he was pleased

you came to your senses.
- Yeah, but not for long.

They found him because of me.

- And the fact that they'd
been hunting him for years.

Don't dwell on it.

There are far more
guilty people than you.

- You have no idea
what I've done.

- I don't need to. I'm sure
the list is long and tedious.

One thing I do know:

whipping your own back
won't make you stronger.

It'll only distract you.

I have a load of prisoners
who I am to take

to the drainage
room immediately.

Is there a problem?

- It's just that
prisoners are usually

taken to the loading dock.

For sorting.
- I'm under special orders.

- Uh, yes, sir.
Sorry. Come on in.

(buzzing)

(growling)

- Everyone clear
on where they're going?

Just remember, the longer
you can go without raising

the alarms, the better
it is for everyone.

- Radios?

- (Fet): Kinda weird
that Mr. Bigshot collaborator

still has his office next to

a bunch of locked-up
pregnant women.

- It's his pet project.
He likes to keep an eye

on how all the women
are coming along.

Make sure everything's
running on schedule.

- Are you sure this mission
isn't all about revenge?

- I'm never all
about one thing, Doc.

- Oh, we know that.
- This is you.

- Good luck, Doc.
- You too.

- The boat was left
abandoned on Pier 16,

along with the bodies of
four of our river patrolmen.

- (sighs)

And I'm gonna assume

that this stolen
delivery boat,

it, uh, was of a size
that could accommodate

a nuclear warhead.

(phone rings)
- What?

- I hate to bother you, sir.

I-I'm sure it's nothing, but
there was an unusual delivery

at the south garage door.

It was-it was a van
full of prisoners.

Uh, the driver said that he was
heading straight for drainage.

You knew about this, right?

When the hell did this happen?

- Uh, just a few minutes ago.

(indistinct conversation
in distance)

- Hey.

- Yeah? What?

Is there something you wanted?

- It's nothing. Forget it.
Have a good one.

- Look, I don't know who this
mystery van driver

of yours is...

but there is nobody at drainage.

Shit.

(alarm wailing in distance)

Okay, I'm gonna use really small
words

so you don't screw it up.

Get this place
locked down. Tight.

(alarm wailing)

- Open all the doors.

Please don't make me
kill somebody today.

- I'm no traitor.

- Fine.

(beeping,
locks clicking in distance)

- Is that...

Jesus Christ.
They're in the building.

They're right outside
this office. Murphy...

- (grunts)

(people screaming, crying)

No! Let go of me!

Wait! Wait!
- (growls)

(shrieking)

(grunting)

(growling and groaning)

(growling)

- My man.

All right, let's get
everybody out of the cages.

- This way, here we go!
- Shh, shh. - Who are they?

- Miranda?
- Where's Rosalinda?

Did she make it out? - I don't
know, I haven't seen her.

- I have no idea...
- Murphy,

get them in the tanning
room. All three of you.

Get in there. Now. Move it!
- Go, go, go.

- Lock the door.

You, get on the ground.

(groaning)

Murphy.

Stay here.
We're safer here.

The strigs'll come up
from drainage

to help us. We just gotta
hold them off long enough

until they get here.
Stay back, Dutch.

Or all these young
mothers are dead.

Hey!

Not another step
there, handsome.

- Fet, don't.
He'll do it.

- So what's the plan here?

There could be a busload of
strigoi on their way right now.

The longer that we wait, the
harder it's gonna be to get...

- Yeah, I get it.

Go.

Go.

- Damn.

(groaning)

- You're not gonna listen
to me? Fine. Shoot her.

Goddamn it, Murphy, shoot her!

- Fine, I'll do it myself.

- Don't! Please.

(gunshot)

- Goddamn it!
- Quick, here, here!

(gunshot)
-Oh!

(grunting, panting)

Shit!

- You'll be all right.
Come on, let's go.

Come on, I got you.

Come on, man, let's go.

(deep growling)

- Wait.

(grunting)

(growling)

(snarling)

(grunts)

- Come on.

Oh, shit.

(clicking)

- I got this.
We need him alive.

- Ow!

Shit.

(grunting)

(groaning)
God...

damn it!
- Aah!

Aah!

- (grunting):
Goddamn it!

(panting)

- You know you're not
getting outta here, right?

You're gonna end up like
your little buddy, Rosalinda,

tossed in the incinerator.
(grunts)

- You piece of shit.

(indistinct conversations in
distance)

- You really think he's gonna
talk when he wakes up?

- He'll talk eventually.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm just thinking about Alex.

I probably wouldn't even
be here if it weren't for her.

I'd probably
still be down in Philly,

hiding out.

Or worse:
I could be in a feedlot.

- Hey, we bumped into
this kid out there.

Said he was looking for you.

- What kid? Where?

- I dunno, man, some kid.
He was in the market on MLK.

But don't worry.
We didn't tell him anything.

- What did he look like?

- White kid.
Uh, this... this tall.

Skinny. Dark,
longish hair.

- That describes
a lot of kids, Doc.

- And even if,
by any chance, this is him,

why would he be
looking for you now,

after all this time
with the Master?

- You mean the-the market
by the Harlem River?

- Yeah.

- Eph.
- I know, I know, you're both

probably right.

But I have to see for myself.

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪♪

Zack?

♪♪♪

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH