All language subtitles for The_Strain_S02E04

- Previously on The Strain...
- As of 9:00 a.m. this morning,

Staten Island is
a plague-free zone.

- I want you to do
what you've done here

for the rest of the city.
- No interference.

I call the shots, end of story.

- You work for the German.
- I did a job for him once.

- You transported a box from
the airport across the river

into Manhattan.
- It cost me my mother.

- Infect the infected.
- Find a weak link

in the vampire biology and cook
something up to exploit it.

Something that the vampires
are vulnerable to, but that

non-turned humans can tolerate.
- When do we test transmission?

- Tonight.

♪♪

(crowd clamoring)

(chanting name)

(crowd booing)

(applause)

(crowd cheering)

(growling)

(screaming)

(growling)

(man laughing)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(growling)

(cracking sound)
(screaming in pain)

- Angel!

Break time is over.
- Okay.

(grunting in pain)

♪♪

("Fortunate Son" playing)

- I've seen a lot
of strange things

since I hooked up with you two,
and I've done

a lot of strange
things, you know?

This right here?

Hands down, it's the strangest.
(growling)

- Are we there yet?
- Almost, Doc. Carroll Street

subway tunnel entrance
is just up ahead.

The best vampire nest
in all of Red Hook.

(snarling)

- ♪ Ooh they point the cannon
at you, Lord ♪

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

♪ I ain't no
senator's son, son ♪

- All right, I'm gonna
cut him loose. On one.

- One? Who goes on one?
What happened to going on three?

- Okay, three.

- ♪ Made to wave the flag ♪

♪ Ooh, their red,
white and blue ♪

♪ And when the band plays
Hail to the Chief ♪

♪ Ooh, they point the cannon
at you, Lord ♪

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

♪ I ain't no
senator's son, son ♪

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

- C'mon. Scram. Find your nest.
- ♪ I ain't no fortunate one ♪

♪ Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand ♪

- Come on.
- ♪ Don't they help themselves ♪

♪ But when the taxman
comes to the door ♪

♪ Lord, the house looks
like a rummage sale, yeah ♪

- Son of a bitch!
Where's he going?

- The sun will be up soon.
It has to nest somewhere.

- All right. On to plan B.

- I am so excited for plan B.

- A psychiatric hospital?
Why would he go in here?

- A little late for therapy.

- They say one out of every four
people are mentally unstable.

- Luckily there's only
three of us.

- Not unless you include
my invisible friend Donny.

(growling)

(growling)

(woman screaming in distance)

(siren wailing,
helicopter blades whirring)

- Why here?

- Evan McGeever.

Seroquel oral. Clozaril.

These drugs indicate
schizophrenia.

That's why it came here.

- Better than bread crumbs, huh?

Here. He's down.

Now what?
- Now he infects the others

by direct contact.

And then we wait
for sundown.

Just like them.

- Over here, come on.

Come here,
right over here.

Okay, come on,
come on.

(sirens wailing)

(gunshots in distance)

- What do you want here?

- I was hoping I could
just get something to eat.

- Angel, is there a problem?

- Not if he's got cash to spend.

- Table for one?
- Thank you.

- Come on. It's okay.

- Thank you.

- Questions about the menu?
(chuckling)

- Yeah, I, uh, never really had
this type of food before.

You got something that kinda
tastes like spaghetti

or something like that?
- I can bring you something.

- Thank you.

(knocking)

- What is it?

- Thought you might be resting.
- Was there something

you wished to see me about,
Miss Velders?

- I can't stop thinking about
that sociopath Eldritch Palmer.

You knew him before this?

- Our paths have crossed, yes.

- Fet said that he saw a blonde

up on the dais with him.
Not his usual body man,

Reggie Fitzwilliam.

- You're suggesting Mr.
Fitzwilliam had enough and quit?

- I don't know, it could be a
dead end or a wild goose chase.

Palmer ordered Fitzwilliam
to murder us, and he didn't--

and now he's gone.

Fitzwilliam has
no other legal address

than the Stoneheart
corporate headquarters.

But he does have a brother
named Curtis.

A firefighter who lives
on Staten Island?

You probably don't want to waste
your time with this.

- I think you may be
onto something.

- You do? I-I mean,
I could be wrong--

- You're not. Let's go.

- [Welcome to Staten Island.]

[Please have your state-issued
identification ready.]

[The current wait time
for entry screening]

[is approximately three hours.]

- It's bloody medieval.

(knocking)

- My office hours
are clearly posted.

- Hello, Professor.

- Eldritch! Why didn't you
tell me you were coming?

- I flew over spontaneously.

Got the news that you cabled
me-- it sounded too promising.

- Yes, quite promising, indeed.
It could be a dangerous venture,

however.
- Would you mind excusing us

for a moment, Mr. Fitzwilliam?
- Not at all, sir.

- Tell me.

- After the Lumen was withdrawn
from auction in 1923,

the trail ran cold.

I suspect the Hungarian
moved north--

to Belarus.

I believe he survived
by assuming a false identity

and passing himself off
as a Christian.

- Yes.
- After the Warsaw uprising

in 1944,
Hitler ordered

the city be razed. This itemized
list from a supply train

records a shipment
of religious iconography.

I believe there is a strong
chance that the Lumen--

mis-mislabeled or,
or misidentified altogether--

was on that train.

- Mm-hmm. Uh, bound for?
- This is the exciting part.

Everything on that list goes
to one place--one obscure,

unexamined place--
a nunnery in Berndorf,

in the lower Austrian Alps.

This is the best lead
we have ever had.

Hello?!

- This stench.

- Ammonia. We're too late.

As I feared.

- No. No.

(scratching sound)

- Good Lord, boy! What
are you doing in there?

Are you all right, hmm?
Boy, what's your name?

- Rudyard Fonescu, sir.

I heard you coming.
I thought they were back.

- What happened to your ear?
- My father, sir.

He held my head
against the stove

to drive off the devil, he said.
- Boy, we're on urgent business.

We're seeking a book.
The Occido Lumen.

Do you know of it?

- Mother Superior
said it was cursed.

- This volume...

did it have many strange
illustrations and symbols?

- She said it was evil.

She destroyed the book, but
her prophecy came true anyway.

- Destroyed it?!
- She burned it, sir.

She melted the silver binding
and the pages in between.

- She destroyed the Lumen?
Where?

Show us!
- (man screaming): Help! Help!

- Wait here.

- Mr. Eldritch Palmer.

You are searching for the
secrets of eternity.

But the answers you
have been looking for

are not here.

Would you like to know more?
- What do you know?

- Everything.

- Rudyard, come out!

You don't want to hide
down here, boy!

It isn't safe!

(growling)

Rudyard! They're here!

Go to the light! They cannot
follow you into it!

- Help!
- Where are you?

(growling)

(growling)

Rudyard, run!
Get out of here!

(screaming)

Rudyard!

Are you all right?

- I want to return
to New York immediately.

The Lumen has obviously
been destroyed

and my quest
is at an end.

And there's no use throwing
good money after bad.

- But I've shown you proof
that these creatures exist!

You can't turn
your back on that!

Help me rid the evil
from this world.

- There will always be evil
in this world, Professor.

Now get me out of
this cursed place.

(siren wailing in distance)

(coughing)

(flies buzzing)

- Mama?

Mama, don't make me do it.

I can't do it. Don't
make me do it, please.

Please, I can't do it, Mama.
Please, por favor, no me lo--

(growling)

NO!

I won't do it! NO!

NO! NO! I won't do it!

I won't do it...
Mama...

Mama.

Come on, look at me.

- You failed.

- What?!

- Augustin Elizalde.

You failed.

- I know who you are.

- The ancients are the past.

I am the future.
- Guess what.

I'm not fighting
for the Ancients.

I'm not fighting for
nobody but myself.

- Cowardice. Ignorance.

I sensed both

as you ferried my coffin

across the bridge
into this city.

- If that's the case,

then what am I to you?

Huh? What do you want from me?

- Your mother's disappointment

is still here.

The torment you put her through

in life.

It lives along

with her dumb animal love

for her criminal son.

- Taking someone's soul
is not enough for you?

You gotta put on their skin and
dance around in their body?

- Of course you fight
for yourself.

You always fight
for only yourself.

- Fet need food.

- I'm going to take
a nice, hot shower.

You need to sleep.
- Can't. Too wired.

- There is nothing else you can
do until the sun goes down.

All right, you want to do
something, do it with your son.

Get him out of here.
It will do you both good.

- Whatcha doing?

- Where were you
all night?

- I was out babysitting
a vampire.

Ah!

That's the Jeter
foul ball.

- The one you spilled a soda
on me trying to catch?

- When I used the soda

to deflect the ball so you could
get it from under the seat.

You're welcome
very much.

So, everything in your room,

and this is what
you choose to bring.

- Highest resale potential.

- Mm-hmm.

You know, the sun's out.
- And?

- And...

Let's do something fun.

(TV news playing)

(humming)

- It's almost boom-boom time.

- So if you hear voices,

these are
uninfected peacekeepers

who are there
to keep you secure.

We are going to give you back
your streets,

your shops, your restaurants,
all of it,

but I'm not going
to lie to you--

it's going to take sacrifice.

- Hey, Nora! Hey,
come check this out.

- ...curfew which begins
tonight. Nobody will be--

- Guess what neighborhood
she's tackling next.

- My peacekeepers will be
going door to door

to make sure that
everyone is safe.

Please let them do their jobs.

The quicker we can clear
these infected areas,

the quicker that things can go

back to normal
here in Red Hook.

- Yeah, smart.

Red Hook's surrounded by water
on three sides. It's manageable.

She picked a winner.

- Other than imposing
martial law

and suspending
constitutional rights.

You don't see
the danger in that?

- More dangerous than vampires?

- The more cooperation
that we get

from our friends
here in Red Hook,

the more effectively we
can do our work

and restore order
to the neighborhood.

- You're sure this is okay?
- Hey, remember every other time

we came in here,
a half-hour wait?

We always wondered what it would
be like to have this place

to ourselves. Your swing's
probably a little rusty.

You haven't played
since Fall ball, right?

- I didn't play
Fall ball this year.

- That's right.

Uh, medium speed?
- I don't know.

- Slow-pitch softball?
- Dad.

- Teasing! Medium speed it is!

Right.

Right. You ready?

Set!

Just... just work
on your timing there.

Okay, now you're gonna want to
swing just a little bit sooner.

Okay?

Swing now!

Step back in the box a bit.

You think maybe you need
a lighter bat?

Let's see what you've got!
- Crush it, Mom!

Nice.
- You mean like that?

- Yeah. All right,
here's the deal.

You make two more like that,
I'm making dinner.

- Do you want me
to miss on purpose?

- Go again?

Get out of here?

- I commend you gentlemen
for working together

on an action plan in the face
of our current economic crisis.

This great city is the financial
center of the world,

and this building, the Federal
Reserve, is its beating heart.

The fact that we have assembled
the heads of every major bank

and investment company,
reaching across party lines,

sends a strong message
to markets around the globe.

New York will reopen
for business

first thing tomorrow morning.

No, it's I who applaud you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll
let you get to the work at hand.

- Here come New York's
top financial players,

who have reportedly come to
an agreement on an action plan

that will resume market trading
tomorrow morning

and restore liquidity to the
city's financial institutions

in order to prevent
a run on banks.

(screaming)
Now, it looks like

some protesters
are here to engage--

(gunshots)
Oh, my God!

- Deb, get out of there now!

(growling, screaming)

(screaming)

(growling)

- Drive on. Slowly.

(screaming)

- Help me, please help me!

(screaming)

- Inside.

- All right, we're alone.
What is it?

- Remember me?
- What did you do, man?

- Talk to them, Reg.
They know about you.

You need to face this.

- I've got nothing
to say to you.

- You left Palmer.
You did the right thing.

- Her I know.
Who are you?

- My name is Abraham Setrakian.

I believe you've heard of me.
- I couldn't get him

to change his mind
about what he was doing,

so I left.
- Resigning is not enough.

You can help us save this city.
- I love the lesson in scruples

from the hacker who took his
money with a wink and a smile.

- We all make mistakes.

- You hear about the attack
on the Federal Reserve?

Vampires outside the financial
rescue meeting.

Overnight markets
are in freefall now,

and people are already
lining up outside of banks.

There's going to be
a panic tomorrow, Reg.

But who do you think got
out of that meeting

in plenty of time to be safe?

- Why would one of the world's
richest men want to bring down

the financial markets?
What's Palmer's endgame?

- At least answer
a simple question.

I need to know about a book.
A holy book,

a religious item.
The Occido Lumen.

- Been a while since
I heard about the Lumen.

- Palmer gave up on the search.

Why?

- He spent a lot of time
and a whole lot of money,

only to discover
that it no longer exists.

That it may never have existed
at all. - He's wrong.

- You know so much.

You and-and the professor
together... we could win this.

- You may have resigned
from Stoneheart,

but you haven't resigned
from Eldritch Palmer.

You remind me very much
of your father.

You can break
this chain

of misguided loyalty
once and for all.

I don't think you're
afraid of him.

I think you think it's too late.
That evil has already won.

I don't believe that
for a second.

When you change your mind, we
can be reached at this address.

- I'm not gonna change my mind.

- Yes, you will.

You already have.

(sirens wailing, gun firing,
people shouting)

- Hi.

Thanks a lot.

- I guess you liked the food.
- Yeah, it's pretty good.

To tell you the truth, I didn't
have anywhere else to go.

- We're always open. My parents
don't know any other way.

So, if you need me to order
for you, just let me know.

- Okay.

- Raya?

(quiet conversation)

- Fine!

My mother will be
serving you tonight.

- You know what?

No one's ever gonna love you
like your mama. Not ever.

And when it's gone,

you're gonna miss it
more than anything.

- She was telling me she didn't
want me talking to someone

like you.
(chuckling)

- You and your mama
were fighting over me?

- Cholo.
(tapping on table)

You're out of her league.
You know it.

Don't embarrass
yourself here.

She doesn't need the hassle.

Neither do I.
- Listen, dishwasher,

not that it's any
of your damn business,

but you got it all wrong.

I didn't do anything. - We don't
need your element here.

- My "element"!

- Angel, no! - You
the same element as me, vato.

- Look, I'm sorry. I was angry
at my mother, not you.

- He's leaving.
- No, you don't have to leave.

Angel's just--he's
overprotective. I'm sorry.

- It's not worth it.

(gasping)

Angel.

She called you Angel.

And your physique.

Angel de la Plata.

The Silver Angel.

You got the stance,

the way you move.
And your knee.

You hurt it in that movie,
ended your career.

See, me, I like
the bad guy.

The heavy. I think the same way.

But you, man, you were the,

you were the baddest good guy
there ever was.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- It's you! I know
it's you, man.

You never took off your mask ...
but it's you.

- You're wrong.
Now get out of here

and don't come back!

- We should've been here
an hour ago.

- It's the curfew, Doc. They're
shutting the neighborhood tight.

- Quiet!

- Shit, they're gone.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

What now?
- We have to find the vampires

that were nesting here. We need
to know if the infection spread.

- So, you're gonna go
knocking on doors

looking for sick vampires? Hmm?

After dark?

If the professor suggested that,
you'd lock him away in here.

- We don't have a choice.

- Yeah. I do.

- You're not still thinking
about blowing up

the subway tunnel entrance?

- Have your fun,
and I'll have mine.

- We need the truck to get back.

- All right, well,
with these patrols out,

it's easier for me on foot.

I know every shortcut in town.
- You're actually going through

with this? You're gonna blow up
a New York City subway station?

I thought you liked
architecture.

- I do, Doc. It's just, uh,

I like killing vampires more.

Good luck.

- Maybe we slowed down the
rate of infection too much.

- What do you expect?
We've only done two trials.

- It has to work.
- And if it doesn't?

- Then we grab more
strigoi and try again.

(snarling)

He made it this far,
and now he's dying.

(camera clicking)

- For God's sake, release it.

- This thing works. And it's
spreading. I know it.

- Where are they?

(screeching sound)

- He's infected.

Nora, switch to UV light,
then I'll get some more shots,

then we'll get out of here.
(screaming)

(growling)

- Look out!

- The Master's forcing them
to commit suicide.

- Rather than spread
the fatal disease.

(laughing)

- It works.

- [Train services
have now stopped]

[according
to curfew timetables.]

[Please vacate the stations
at your nearest exit.]

- Wile E. Coyote,
eat your heart out.

Meep-meep.

- You sure? I didn't,
I didn't see anything.

- I'm telling you, I saw some
guy come in here. I'm positive.

- Keep your eyes open.

- Hey, you guys!

How you doing tonight?

- Don't you know
there's a curfew?

- Eh, lost track of time,
you know?

- What's in the box?
- What, here?

Just some dirty laundry.

Hey, you guys like movies?

- You're gonna spend
the night in jail, pal.

- You know what I hate? I hate
when the, when the good guy

is walking away,
and then a huge explosion

goes off behind him,
and he never looks back!

You know, that's
not real life!

I mean, me, I'd stop,

I'd want to admire my handiwork,
you know?

Whoo!

They never cover their ears,
either, right?

- Put your hands on top
of your head now.

- I just helped you, okay?

I just cut off the main
vampire route into Red Hook.

- Hands on your head, now!

- Come on,
you heard him.

- It's okay. All right?
I'm just on the job.

- Get up! Get up!

Get up!

- Now it's time
for mass dispersal.

- You're getting way
ahead of yourself.

There are too many hurdles--
- Oh, no,

we skip all those steps and
we go straight to Washington DC

tomorrow morning.
- I agree that it's all

very promising, but...

Washington DC?
- Rob.

Rob Bradley.

- Oh, God. That guy? - Okay,
fine, you don't like him,

but he knows everybody.
He's true blue,

we go way back. He can get us in
front of all the right people.

Both on the manufacturing side
and the military.

- The military?
- It's a weapon, right?

We're in a war?
The Master knows it works.

Those suicides
confirmed it.

He knows we're on it. We gotta
move as fast as possible.

- This is too fast.

- Goddamn it, Nora, we have
a solution. We've found a way

to kill these things and end
this plague. Now we just have

to find a way
to implement it.

(industrial rock music
from headphones)

(turning music off)

(growling and sniffing)

- Zack is near.

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