All language subtitles for The Strain - 4x10 - The Last Stand.WEB.DSNP.en

- Previously on The Strain...
- Zack?

- He wanted me to find out
where the nuclear bomb is.

- Zack's working
with the Master.

I took him up to the roof.
He cut his thumb open.

- It's like setting off
a flare.

- Will you just
have the decency to look at
me and tell me the truth?

- The Master said I get
to decide what to do with you.

So tell me where the nuke is,
and I'll let you live.

- Good-bye, Zack.
- Where are you going?

- You made your choice.
Live with it.

- Dad, I'm trying
to save your life.

- The Master's sending
his troops. We have to go.

- What's our target?
- Empire State Building.

- If Zack has told us something,
it's because the Master
wanted him to.

- He's probably set
a trap for us there.
- If the Master

wants to draw us into a trap,
then into his trap I shall go.

I'll contact you via radio.
You'll then drive

the bomb to the base of the
building and escape before
I trigger the weapon.

- (Master's voice):
You think I'm foolish enough

to come within range
of your bomb?

- I shall never give up
my pursuit of you.

- You'll have your
confrontation. It'll be at
a time and place of my choosing.

- He didn't take the bait.
Leave at once.

- What?
(growling)

- We got trouble.
(snarling)

- Oh, shit.

- We got to think
about the weapon.

- Yeah. Not the time
to make a final stand.

- I got this. They get
their hands on the nuke;

it's game over. You guys
get in the van and take off.

I'll see you back
at the rendezvous.

Go!

- No nice way to say this, Gus,

but don't get stung
and lead the Master back to us.

- That's cold, right there.

Let's take these assholes.

- Let's get 'em, boys!

- We got some more.

- Don't stop now.
- Where they coming from, man?

- Keep shooting! Keep shooting!

Keep shooting!

- I failed.

They got me.

- Let me finish this.

- (grunts)
I'll take care of 'em.

Hey, assholes! Over here!

Aah!

(creatures snarling)

- We'll come back for the van.

Let's go.

(growling)
- Invictus.

- Are you really
so afraid of me?

Anything you have to say, say it
to my face, not through a proxy.

But choose your words carefully,
'cause they'll be your last.

(grunts)

(theme music)

♪♪♪

(grunting)

- Did you get them?

- They escaped...

with the warhead
you failed to locate.

Now do you see
your father for what he is?

I told you:
he cares nothing for you.

Only for himself.

If you had touched his heart

more deeply, he might have come

to the Empire State
building himself.

Come. Follow me.

We must find
the nuclear weapon.

They will go block by block

and empty the city
until your father

and the bomb are discovered.

This masquerade
of coexistence is over.

(Master growling)
(creatures snarling)

(dramatic music)

(van doors closing)

- (screams)

Jesus. You scared

the shit out of me.
Why didn't you say something?

- Like what?

- Like, "Hey, I'm back
from the Empire State Building,

and I'm just
standing in the dark

like a creepy vampire."

- What did you find up there?
- The Master was gone.

Nothing but a few stragglers
left to antagonize me.

(sighing)
- We got antagonized ourselves.

We left Gus and his gang
back there to fend them off.

We hightailed it over here
with the bomb, though.

- I don't see how we're gonna
get anywhere near him.

We don't even know if he's
still in the city.
- He's still here.

- Fet, this doesn't
feel very safe.

- You want safe?

Follow me.

- So where are we going?

- This elevator
is the subsurface entrance

to New York City
Water Tunnel Number 3.

- Just when I thought
I was never gonna get

another New York
history lesson.

- This was gonna be
the main tunnel

bringing water
to all of New York City

from reservoirs
over 60 miles away.

It was built
to replace

two older tunnels.
The dig for this project

started in 1970

and was slated
to finish in 2020--

a 50-year construction project.

They were almost there, too.

Then those munchers showed up.

We're 800 feet down.

Some hole, huh?

Built by Sandhogs,

a family trade handed down
through generations,

and fathers and sons

working side by side.

Lifelong jobs to bring
the city their water.

People built this.

- Okay, that's
a pretty good story.

- And now it's a safe place
for us to store our nuke

until we figure out
what to do next.

- (screaming in distance)
- MAN (on TV): Tell me,
uh, what did you have in mind?

- WOMAN (on TV): Well, Carol
thought she might like Howard.

Think they'd take off together?
- Why don't those assholes

just take off?

- (man on TV): Sit down.
(indistinct TV show)

- Look, why don't
we just take off, man?

- No, we can't leave the van.
We need the silver.

- Fine. I guess
we just watch Bob Newhart.

- I only know of one case

where a blind date
has worked out.

- Aw, you mean us, huh?

- That would be two.

- Aw, are you kidding me?

How am I gonna get to sleep
if I can't hear

the closing theme song?

Aw. Right, Marcus?

Hey, Marcus, you good?
- Yeah.

Just need some fresh air.
Hot in here.

- It's 50 degrees.
- MARCUS: Just take a second.

- Hey, Marcus.

Marcus.

Shit.

Why didn't you
say something?

(indistinct yelling outside)
- I keep thinking

about all that gold.
Can you imagine?

We'd be kings.

- The only thing
that matters anymore

is dying human.

- Do me one favor.

Don't drag it out.

Don't give me all of that...

(gunshot)

- Damn it! Damn it!

- Gus. Gus. Gus. All right.
All right. All right. All right.

Gus, chill.
- I'm tired of this shit.

We're leaving now.

- Zack got a lot
of information from us,

but at least he doesn't know
about this place.

- Don't beat
yourself up, Doc.

None of us would have
played it any differently

had it have been our child.

Well, maybe Quinlan.

- Quinlan would have
blown him away,

which is maybe
what I should've done.

- Well, who could
do that, short of being
a full-blown psychopath?

- And the last thing
he said to me was,

"Dad, I'm just trying
to save your life."

♪♪♪

I just keep

going over that
in my mind.

- And he said a lot of shit
to try and manipulate you.

- Who am I kidding?

He's already corrupted.

♪♪♪

- The single greatest
non-wartime construction project

in the history
of Western civilization.

Now I wonder
if it's just gonna be

a relic of human existence.

- I was thinking
about the Ancients

and their underground chamber.

I just escaped it

before the first nuclear device
went off.

It destroyed them
without destroying the city.

- Since when do you care
about New York City?

- I don't.

But you do.

If you want to save
the city above us,

and the world beyond it,

then the time
for half-measures is over.

I can see the end, Fet.

I can see victory.

But it will take
everything you and I have.

- By everything, you mean...?

- I know you
well enough to know

that when you commit to
something, you are unwavering.

But... I also know
that this is much to ask.

- If you have a way
to destroy the Master

and save New York City,

I'm in.

- I do.

- I don't see
a way ahead for us,

especially if Gus and the others
don't make it back.

- I don't think we have a chance
in hell of getting close

to the Master again.
- Well, we won't have to.

Quinlan and me, uh,

we have a plan.
- Instead of bringing the weapon

to the Master, we bring
the Master to the weapon.

- How do we do that?

- Assuming we can lure him
to us, I'll force him

into this elevator
and down to here,

where we detonate the warhead.

- 800 feet

of bedrock will keep
surface New York City safe.

- Hmm. The remote detonator

signal won't transmit
through 800 feet of rock.

- Yeah, we know.

- And..?

- Quinlan will have
his hands full down here

with the Master, so someone will
have to detonate the warhead.

And that someone's gonna be me.
♪♪♪

- I don't understand
why you're doing this.

- The professor
would've stepped up here.

I'm just doing
what he would've done.

- The professor was 90 years old
and had a heart condition.

- How can we win this fight

unless we make some sacrifices?
- But it doesn't have to be you.

If Quinlan's so hell-bent
on destruction,

why doesn't he detonate it?
- Because he can't

do that and keep the Master
down here at the same time.

- You don't know that.
No, this whole thing

is such a shitty, stupid plan.

- Dutch...

(Fet sighing)

...I'm tired of fighting.

More than that, I'm...

I'm tired of losing.

- Here's how it works, Fet.

You blow up with a nuclear bomb,

you lose.

- Maybe. But "we" win.

The collective "we."

Mankind and all that, right?

- I thought we had a chance.

Look, I know

I have a weird way
of expressing my feelings

and I know that I'm a handful.
- Yeah.

That's for sure.

Your timing,

it could have been better.
- I know. I know.

It's shitty.

But it's not too late.

It's not.

Just say something.

♪♪♪

You're really doing this?

- I wish what everyone wishes.

That I'd used the time I had
more wisely, that...

...that I had more moments
like this with you.

And I'm sorry
that it took this

to get us here.

But, Dutch,

you're gonna have
a beautiful life with someone.

And I'm doing this.

(sigh)

- GUS: We got to get back.

Oh, shit. Look. Roman, hold on.

(tires squealing)
(creatures growling)

More?

Not for long.

♪♪♪
(screaming)

- Something's happening
out there.

Gus should be back by now.

- How are we gonna
talk Fet out of this?

- "We"?

You couldn't do it, huh?

How desperate must you be
to think that Fet would
listen to me?

That desperate, huh?

Okay, I-I'll do it. I'll try.

(people shouting
and screaming in distance)

- In a matter of hours,

there won't be anyone
left alive on Manhattan.

Soon, this city
will be so quiet,

their solitary
human heartbeats

will give away
their location.

- What's gonna happen
to the city?

- It is dying.

We will find a new place
from which to reign.

And every creature
on the face of this Earth,

human, animal,
and strigoi,

will live to serve us.

- You still mad at me?

- Yes.

- Ah, it's kind of a bad way

to spend the rest of our time
together, don't you think?

- So, how is this
all gonna work?

Not that I think
it's actually going to work,

but hypothetically.

- Well, you know,

I like being the underdog

and exceeding
expectations, right?

- Okay, so let me guess.

You're going to explode
the elevator cable,

which will drop
the Master down the shaft

where you will then
detonate the bomb.

- Yeah.

Then, uh, Quinlan, he'll go

get the big fella
in-in this main elevator,

and, uh, I'll follow them down

in that little cage.

- You... you're gonna
blow that cable, too?

- Yeah.

The, uh, elevators have
a safety feature that break

the fall of runaway cars
in the last few stories,

ensuring that there's
no crash landing.

And then before I detonate
the warhead,

I'll probably say something
clever and cool,

like Bruce Willis would say,
you know?

- Sure.

- And then boom.

I trigger the bomb.

The Master will be toast,

the city will be undamaged,

and the strigoi will just be
dumb animals again.

Then it'll be your job
to clean up the rest.

(scoffs)

Look.

Hey,

I know that this is hard,

but it's also easy, all right?

Quinlan and I,
we've committed to this so...

...please just commit to us.
All right?

Okay?

(Dutch sighs)
(vehicle approaching)

- Holy shit, you're alive.
(van doors closing)

- Why were you so delayed?
- Thousands of strigoi

purging the whole city,
killing every human being

they can.
- How close are they to here?

- I'd say 30 blocks.
So, if we're gonna

do something,
we better do it quick.

What do you think?

(kettle whistling)

(knocking)

- Dr. Goodweather. Join us.

(Eph sighing)

- These days seem like weeks,
huh, Doc?

- I'm so tired,
I can barely see,

but...

my brain keeps going.
- Rest is paramount.

The strigoi are unrelenting.

The toll is mental
as well as physical.

- I'm an epidemiologist.

I understand disease etiology,

modes of transmission,
rates of infection.

It's really a question of math.

And I got to say, I-I don't see
how we can end this plague.

- We are not fighting math,

we are fighting strigoi.

And with the help of people
like yourself, Mr. Fet

and Dr. Martinez,
I believe we can prevail.

But I must warn you...

...this fight
may, in the end,

cost you everything.

- Well, I've already lost
my home, my marriage,

custody of my son,

my career, my good name.

I-I'm wanted by the FBI;
I could lose my freedom soon.

I think I'm almost there.

- Dr. Goodweather,
if I may speak

from personal experience,
this is...

...just the beginning.

♪♪♪

- The professor had a way
of inspiring you,

even if he was telling you
the worst thing

you could ever hear.

He had zero quit in him.
- Zero quit.

- The Master's gonna hear
Abraham Setrakian's name

one more time
before he gets vaporized.

Damn it. There's never

a muncher around
when you need one.

- Listen.

Dutch wanted me
to talk you out of this.

- She only wants
what she doesn't have.

- No. It's deeper
than that, you know it.

- She had her chances.

I had mine.

You know a thing or two
about regret, Doc.

- Yes, I do.
- Since we're on real talk here,

there's a few things
I need to ask of you.

One, keep an eye on her.

It helps to know
that she's gonna be okay.

And maybe, um,
give Zack another chance.

I know it seems
impossible right now,

but, you know, give it a shot.
So many things

have been left unsaid
between me and my pop, and...

who knows?
Maybe in the light of day,

maybe he'll come around,
you know?

- If it makes sense,

I'll give it a try.

(creature growling)

- Just got
a tug on the line, Doc.

Let's reel him in.

(strigoi grunting)

(strigoi grunting)
- What's going on?

- Your father
has been spotted.

Once we follow him back
to his base of operations,

locating and disarming
the weapon will be simple.

- Are you going?

- My victory
will not be complete

until I have destroyed
the Born.

- Wait.

I want to go with you.

- Excellent, my son.

- When the strigoi
swarm this entrance,

we must engage them
without repelling them,

drawing them further
into this passageway.

That should limit their numbers
as they pass through.

- We're ready.
- It's on.

- Good luck, gentlemen.

- Good luck.

♪♪♪

- May you see
a beautiful city

and a brilliant people
rise from this abyss.

- FET: Dutch,
I'm tired of fighting.

- DUTCH: I thought
we had a chance.

(whistling)

♪♪♪

(growling)

♪♪♪

(grunting and growling)

- You guys again.

♪♪♪

- Do you see
my father?

- Yes.

But not the Born.

(strigoi growling)

♪♪♪

They are in retreat. Come.

I will take you to your father
for a final good-bye.

(growling and screaming)

♪♪♪
(explosion)

♪♪♪

(grunting and growling)

- Eph, Eph, Eph.
Come on. Come on.

♪♪♪

- It's the last one.

Yah.

(screaming)

(high-pitched noise)

(humans grunting in pain)

- Aah!

- Ugh.

(sizzling)

♪♪♪

(Master groaning in pain)

- Doc. No. Get out of there.

Shit.

- He's down there with Zack.

(strigoi grunting)
- There's more coming.

It ain't over.

(loud squeaking)
- Ugh. Argh.

(struggling, shouting)
♪♪♪

(grunting)

(grunting)
♪♪♪

- Argh.

♪♪♪

(screaming)

- Ah!

♪♪♪

(groaning and grunting)

♪♪♪

(groaning)

- Ugh. Ugh.

Aah...

Ugh.
♪♪♪

- I brought you
into this world, Invictus.

Now you will leave it...

- Ugh.
- ...my ill-begotten son.

(Master groaning)

- Aah...

Aah. Oh...

♪♪♪

Ugh.

- What have you done?

- I... I've won.

♪♪♪

- Bastard. Ugh.

(moaning)

(groaning)

(panting)

- Born of my flesh, not my soul.

An abomination.

Now...
(groaning)

...nothing stands in our way.

♪♪♪

(clanking)
(Master growling)

(gunshot)

Kill your father, Zack.
Kill him and be free.

♪♪♪

Slay him, Zack.

- I can't.

- You must.

(Master groaning)

- He's still my father.

(grunting)

- You failed me, Zack.

(Eph grunting)

♪♪♪

(snarling and screaming)

(electronic music)

(soft grunting and growling)

- Either the Master's dead...

- Or he's taking a new host.

- We need to fight
our way out of here

while we can.
- Yeah.

♪♪♪

- Dad.

Dad.

Dad,

I'm sorry.

(Eph grunting)

- We won, Zack.

Because of you.

He's taking me.
(heartbeat sound)

- Dad.

♪♪♪

- I wish I could spare you this.

(louder heartbeat sound)

(beep)
(groaning)

- Dad.

♪♪♪

Dad?

- (Master's voice): My son.

Now we can rule the world

as father and son.

♪♪♪

- Dad...

are you still in there?

(Zack sniffling)

'Cause if you are...

...I love you.

(rumbling)
(people exclaiming)

- Was that the nuke?

- MAN (in distance):
What was that?
- Is it over?

(distant, indistinct shouting)
(metal creaking and straining)

♪♪♪
- Holy shit, Doc.

You did it.

(rumbling)

Somehow, some way,

he detonated the warhead

beneath the bedrock
of the city,

and the Master was no more.

There were still
millions of strigoi worldwide,

but without the Master's
central intelligence,

they were dumb,
hungry munchers,

easily slain.

♪♪♪
Five years later,

the atmosphere is healing.

Six, sometimes seven hours

of sunlight, and growing.

The strigoi
are all but eradicated now.

The interim government decided
to keep a few munchers

on lockdown inside the same

biosafety level 4 facility
as smallpox

and other hemorrhagic viruses,

because what could go wrong?

♪♪♪
Roman followed through

on his plan to go back to
the Federal Reserve and emerged

as one of Manhattan's biggest
property owners,

a driving force
in the city's renewal.

Gus declined
to partner with Roman,

instead setting off
into the countryside

to help the hundreds
of thousands of refugees

return to their homes...

...hoping one day
to cross paths

with a certain young woman
he once knew.

♪♪♪
And Dutch,

she went to work with a bunch

of ex-hackers
to get the Internet

back up on its feet.

No monument exists
at the blast site,

no plaque.

Only a handful of us know
what really happened.

♪♪♪

When the rats returned,

I knew the city
was gonna be okay.

Not a day goes by

that we don't remember
those no longer with us,

those who made
the ultimate sacrifice.

♪♪♪

(child speaking indistinctly)

- (chuckles)

- How you been?

- Yeah, good. You?

- Yeah.

Can I walk with you
for a while?

♪♪♪
- Sure.

(Dutch chuckling)

- FET: The Master used
the bonds of human love

as a conduit for the Strain.

He tried to destroy us,

but he never
understood it: love.

And in the end,
it was love that saved us all

and gave us the world,

our world, back.

♪♪♪

(theme music)

♪♪♪

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH