Original subtitles

- Previously on The Strain... (woman screaming)

- Oh, my God! - Dr. Barnes,

Dr. Goodweather worked under you at the CDC,

did he not? - Goodweather went rogue.

I did everything I could do to stop him!

As of now, you are no longer involved.

I had him arrested by the FBI.

- These are vicious predators. They need to be put down.

We're gonna take back Staten Island one block at a time.

Staten Island is a plague-free zone.

- Finding a cure or making a vaccine is nearly impossible,

but what we can do is take everything we know

about how to stop an epidemic and use that knowledge

to start one. - Infect the infected.

- Break the chain. - He's infected

and it's spreading.

The Master's forcing them to commit suicide.

It works.

- Open up! Police! (baby crying)

- This is a mandatory evacuation!

- Relax. My wife, she's very sick.

- She's gonna have to go downstairs and get tested.

- Clear! - Move it!

- Go! Go! - Let's go! - OK, OK, OK.

- Ma'am, we need to take a look around.

- We stay in curfew! - This is a safety procedure.

- Oh, shit.

(growling)

(growling)

- You gotta watch out for the white goo. You clean?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- All right, all clear on the seventh floor?

- Clearing the last one now, Captain.

Bathroom's clear.

Mikey, I got a kid here.

Are you OK?

Where are your parents?

You're supposed to get downstairs, all right?

Honey, let's go find your family. Come on.

(growling)

(man screaming)

(creature screaming) (man moaning)

- Captain, Dempsey's down. I need backup: apartment 710.

Come on.

(creature screaming)

- What the hell is that thing? (creature croaking)

- It doesn't matter. Just kill it.

- Captain, behind you!

- Jesus, they're fast.

Come on, you're fine.

You're gonna be fine. Got a little bit more.

Come on. You'll be all right. OK.

All right.

(strange croaking) (screaming)

No! Ah! Ah!

- Hey, fall back, fall back! Everybody, fall back!

We've got to get out of here!

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, ma'am-- - Stop!

She's just got the flu!

- Sir, get back! - Grandpa, no!

- Standard operating procedure.

Folks, a little cooperation, please.

- You all right, Dempsey?

- I'm OK...

A little weak, but...

it didn't get me in the neck, thank God.

- Yeah, thank God. (siren blaring)

(creatures croaking and clicking)

(humming a lullaby)

(theme music)

- (man): I got the beers! (indistinct chatter)

(rock music playing)

- Hey... - We're good.

- Hi.

I'm a friend of Dutch Velders.

- Come in.

- So, three IDs, she said?

- Oh! We have IDs. We just need

new names.

- Interesting.

Ephraim Goodweather

from the news...

So how's the fugitive life going?

- Don't believe everything you see on TV.

- I said I saw it; I never said I gave a shit.

(typing) OK, government ID

will get you out of the city,

but seeing as you're having your 15 minutes of fame,

you might want to change your appearance.

(typing very fast)

(siren blaring)

(dogs barking)

- QUIET!

SIT!

(clanging)

(metal detector zipping and beeping)

- It's just a walking stick.

The handle is metal, as you can see.

- Go!

- Who sent you here, old man?

- I've heard about you from several

of my former business associates.

Like you, I'm a buyer and seller of things, Mr. Creem,

but on a smaller scale.

- Let's see what you brought. - I'm here to buy.

- What would you like to buy?

- The Occido Lumen,

a medieval text that hasn't been seen in many years.

I'm hoping that in this calamity

the book might surface again.

- Book? Not an AK-47

or a pass to get you out of the city

on a container ship? You want a book?

- I'm prepared to make it worth your while.

- Where did you get those?

- I've been holding onto them for many years,

saving them for a time when I needed them.

A time like this, perhaps.

- Well, thanks for coming, old man.

I think I'll take those.

- A chain of events is about to play out here, Mr. Creem.

Your loyal bodyguards will riddle me with bullets,

but not before I draw this blade across your throat.

To put it in language we both understand,

you will not come out well in this trade.

- Hey, you want, you want a book?

I just bought some old books, yeah?

They're around here somewhere.

- Show me.

- (man on radio): ...press conference this morning,

Mayor Lyle said that he's satisfied with the progress...

- And then it's just a cab ride over to the Pentagon

for some sort of mass-dispersal plan.

The military is more prepared for biological warfare

than we'd like to think.

Anyway, the point is,

we've got a shot. You, me and Nora, we can set

the reset button on this thing

and make it safe again so we can go home.

- I'm not gonna go home without Mom.

- (man on radio): ...New York City encompasses

more than 300 square miles...

- You know what magical thinking is, Zack?

(car alarm system ringing) It's basically, it's, uh,

hoping for something that's just not possible.

And you're getting too old for that.

I really need your help here. - You can't make me go with you.

- Sorry, buddy, I'm not leaving you with a bunch of people

we hardly know.

- If I have to, I can fend for myself!

- Eph, can I

talk to you for a second?

- Finish packing. - ...children snatched overnight.

...at night, slaughtering the innocent

without a police officer

or National Guard... - Thanks.

Let's get packed. I want to get on the 1:30 train.

- What are we doing here, Eph?

- We tested the weapon twice. It works. We gotta get moving.

- I agree. But let's think this through for a second.

You're a fugitive, I'm your known associate,

and he is your kid. - I changed our names.

- Don't you think our little family group is gonna draw

attention, especially passing through security checkpoints

onto trains reserved for government officials?

- I'm not leaving Zack behind. (phone ringing)

- You wouldn't be leaving him.

- He would be here with me. - Hello.

- You're not going? - You need to be able

to fly under the radar. And if something falls apart,

you need to just drop everything and run.

- Well, Fet's been arrested. - What, what do you mean?

- I mean he's in bloody custody for trying

to blow up the tunnel last night.

- Shit! - We're kind of in the middle of something here.

- It's that Staten Island lady and her goon squad.

I'm gonna go down there. - I need to go with her.

She's gonna get arrested, too. - No, no. Please, please.

You're right, I'm wrong.

It's not practical,

but I need you.

We're partners.

- I'm making the decision this time, Eph.

You're gonna do this alone.

(vehicle honking)

(dog barking) (siren blaring)

♪ ♪

- (man on radio): The brazen robbery earlier this morning

by a highly organized group of assailants

is further evidence that the country

is teetering on the verge of financial collapse.

Quote: "With the dollar in freefall

"and recent runs on Manhattan banks,

"people have begun to turn to commodities

"as a more secure form of assets."

In the last two weeks, six major banks have closed

their branches in Manhattan and evacuated their staff.

The financial sector expects more banks to follow suit

in the coming weeks. As in previous eras

of widespread conflict or social upheaval,

precious gemstones, silver, platinum and gold...

- (Eph): Zack?

- Whoa. - Yeah.

Well, it'll grow back.

- The old safety net... - You're going to stay here with Nora.

She's out for a bit right now, but she'll be back soon.

- I think you should stay here, too.

- Zack, if we're gonna have

any chance of stopping this thing, I need to do this.

Maybe you'll even appreciate it someday.

- In other news, a riot...

- OK. I gotta go.

Can I at least get a hug?

Hey, wish me luck.

- Good luck.

(clamor)

(irate woman talking in foreign language)

- You're not the only ones who have a problem

with these people. - Everybody, calm down.

QUIET! (clamor continues)

If you have concerns, there is a sign-up sheet.

Now-- - Give me the bullhorn.

All right, listen.

I want you back in your homes as much as you do,

but right now-- (sound feedback)

What is this? Jesus! - What are we supposed to do?

- Right now - Right now what?

- your homes are not safe.

My crews, they are out there day and night -

some of them losing their lives -

but they will win back your neighborhoods for you.

Give us some time and your support.

(clamor) But anyone showing symptoms

needs to go into quarantine for 72 hours.

(people protesting) We've got to find out

if they're infected. I know it's a pain in the ass being

separated that long, but we've got to keep everybody safe!

(clamor)

(phone ringing) (people talking)

- Excuse me.

I'm Dr. Nora Martinez. I'm a biochemist with the CDC.

- And?

- You don't need to quarantine people for three days.

I have a way of diagnosing people who are infected

within one or two hours.

- Yeah, how's that?

- I'll show you. But first,

you have to do something for me.

(Beep!)

- Fet! Vasiliy Fet!

- I had a great time, huh?

Reunion? A year from now, same time, same place.

You'd better show up, Griselda. - Mm-hmm.

(indistinct chatter) (phones ringing)

- Your face! - I thought you'd like it.

That's why I asked them to go at me so hard.

- You! Oi! - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You see this?

- So, we're letting the Brooklyn Bomber walk, huh?

You must have powerful friends.

- He was helping you! You'd understand that

if you didn't have your head shoved so far up your--

- She's foreign, huh? Let me translate.

I didn't blow up the tunnel because I get off

on damaging my inner ear, huh? I did it to cut off

vamp access into-- - I know why you did it.

All right? We just can't have civilians setting off charges

wherever they feel like it. Even if they do it decently well.

What are you, ex-Special Forces or something?

- No, my father would have drowned me

before he let me join the army.

I'm a city exterminator.

- With a dynamite fetish?

- He's the best creature hunter in New York.

- I also have a fetish for silver grenades.

- Silver what? - They burn the shit

out of the munchers. You know, it's not as good

as ultraviolet light but...

- You don't know about the silver or the UVC?

Well, how the hell have you been killing them?

- Shooting their heads off. - That works, too.

- Yeah, usually, except for the little spider-kids.

- The... The what?

- Last night we were driven out of this housing complex

by these little spider-kids. They're fast as hell;

they can climb anything. You haven't seen 'em?

You know, maybe they're still there, maybe they're not.

Either way, I've gotta go back and finish clearing the place,

but now I'm down two men.

- We'll get our stuff.

(loud clamor)

- Sorry, excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry.

- Look, buddy, wait your turn! - CDC! CDC!

- (intercom): A valid government-issued ID

is required for clearance from Homeland Security.

(inaudible talking) ♪ ♪

- Hey, how's it going?

- What's your business in Washington?

- I live in Washington. I'm going home.

- How long have you been in New York?

- Since February 12th. Four days after the plane landed.

- You're with the CDC.

- That's right.

- And now you're leaving?

- We have a response deployment meeting tomorrow.

We're sending more teams back up here.

(people shouting)

- Can I see your driver's license, please?

- I don't drive. - (intercom): This is the final

boarding call for 130 Northeast Corridor Express

to Washington, DC. - That's my train.

- Have a safe trip home.

- Thank you for your service.

(train horn)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter) Keep the change.

- Thanks.

- We're gonna have to push that meeting with

the Surgeon General. Tell him something, whatever.

- OK. I'll just move the Secretary of Transportation

to 4:30. - Perfect.

- Mind if I sit here? - Have at it.

(distant siren blaring) (helicopter whirring)

- It's not here.

Oh, and another thing.

It allegedly has a silver cover.

- Allegedly?

- This is an 18-karat

gold Patek Philippe 2484.

A down payment, if you will.

This one,

this is a Reference 1563 Split-Second Chronograph.

Only three are known to exist.

This is the fourth.

If you find me my book, then it's yours.

- Actually...

I do know someone who deals with the kind of shit

you're looking for. Religious iconography

and that sort of stuff. What's the book called again?

- The Occido Lumen. Double C.

- Haha!

- What department are you with?

- CDC. - Huh.

I bet you're keeping busy.

- Pretty busy. How about you?

- I'm a lawyer with the Energy Department.

I got caught in the quarantine.

Thank God for government jobs, I'll tell you that.

I finally got cleared to travel.

I'm Neil Archer. What's your name?

- Jonathan. Jonathan Crowley.

- I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.

- Huh.

You pick those up in the bar car?

- Yeah. - Right.

I'll be right back. ♪ ♪

- You're clear.

A person may not even have physical symptoms yet.

- You're clear.

(woman speaking foreign language)

- Baby! How are you?

Are you OK? Yeah? - Over there.

- You need some air.

- I don't know if we should wait for him to turn...

- It should be his decision. His and his family.

- You're right.

I'll go talk to the family.

Do you mind taking a look at someone else for me?

(machine beeping)

It's my nephew, Mikey.

He got knocked down some stairs last night and landed

on his head. Our doctor, he thinks he'll probably be OK,

but, um, I noticed a little cut on his face, there.

I just want to be sure.

- I'm so sorry.

- Forget I'm sorrys!

Can't we do something here? - It's not possible.

It's not my opinion; it's a scientific fact.

- How the hell can you be sure? - My best friend was nicked,

much the same way this boy's been.

We cut his face open with a box cutter to get the worms out.

We were that desperate.

It was too late -

the worms were everywhere inside him.

(sighing)

(Feraldo sniffling) - Goddamn it!

- Hey! Yeah, yeah. - Sir...

- What is that, like a silver sword or something?

- Yeah. And silver grenades, and silver nails in the nail gun.

- And what about the rebar?

That have some kind of special properties I don't know about?

- Yeah. It doesn't bend.

(police radio chatter)

- Well, here we are in the center of Red Hook.

We need to own this neighborhood.

Let's do it.

(sucking and squishing sounds)

- So, wanna see what silver can do?

(growling)

(screaming)

(croaking) - Satisfying, no?

- It's OK. But why wouldn't I just do this?

- Fair point.

(water running)

(water running)

- (whispering): Fet.

(water running)

(rapid thumping)

(rapid thumping)

(rapid thumping)

(thump)

(rapid thumping)

- AH! (thumping)

(thumping)

(vampire screaming)

(Fet grunting)

- It's all clear, Chief.

- Well, I know there's more in here, I've seen 'em.

- You guys checked the elevator?

- It's not working.

(grunting with effort) ♪ ♪

(growling)

- Fire in the hole!

(explosion) (vampires screaming)

- OK, now I get the silver thing.

(heart monitor beeping)

- I got the morphine.

- I've been thinking.

Maybe, I'd rather wait

until he turns.

It might make it easier to do it.

- I don't know him, but I think he would rather

go out as himself.

- I used to read to him Goodnight Moon

and sing him to sleep.

- When you're ready, just push the plunger in.

- I've been asking my people to be OK with this.

I can't even do it.

(long beep)

♪ ♪

- (distant woman): Oh, make it stop!

(distant siren blaring)

- Show yourself!

Fitzwilliam.

- I'm ready to help.

(can clattering)

(reading indistinctly)

"And if so, ♪ ♪

the accomplishment..."

(panting)

(knocking on door)

- (man): Homeland Security!

- I'll be out in a minute!

(knocking on door)

- (man): Sir! Mandatory medical inspection!

(toilet flushing)

- Feeling feverish?

- No. - Sore throat?

- No. - Open your mouth, please.

Please.

In the past 72 hours, have you had any physical contact

with a person who exhibited-- - I'm not infected.

I should know, I'm one of the first people to discover

these symptoms. - What's your name?

- Jonathan Crowley.

Dr. Jonathan Crowley.

- Got some ID?

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Goodweather! - Shut up.

I'm not letting you get in my way again.

- You think I like the position they've put me in?

They nearly threw me over a balcony, Eph.

I can't even sleep. I barely eat.

- Then just let me go. I've got a plan

to wipe out all the infected and clean all this up.

- Well, that's great news.

I'll let you go.

I appreciate you still trying to do something about this.

- You're lying.

- Trust me, Eph.

Ugh!

- I can't trust you, Barnes. I know you.

(both grunting)

- (intercom): Next stop: Baltimore Penn Station.

Please gather all your belongings.

(wind roaring) (train horn blowing)

- Shit!

- You're not gonna win, Eph.

You can't beat them. Now, don't be

stupid or naive and end up on the wrong side of things.

In the meantime, there's no way

you're getting off this train. I'm getting the cops.

(grunting)

AAAH!

(indistinct chatter)

- Mr. Palmer, sir! So nice to see you.

Right this way.

- I thought we could use a gentle reminder

that not every institution in this city

is in a state of pandemonium. - Yes, it seems so normal.

- Denial is a special privilege of the rich.

(applause)

- Well done, sir. - Thank you, sir.

- I really don't know what they're applauding.

- They're applauding you for actually trying to do something,

instead of ignoring the problem, like them.

- If it isn't New York City's own savior!

- Cardinal MacNamara!

- I didn't mean to interrupt. You are...?

- This is Ms. Coco Marchand.

- It's an honor, Your Eminence.

- I would ask you to join us, but I imagine

you have other obligations. - Ah, of course.

I just wanted to let you know that a certain item

that you were looking for...

...might be turning up soon.

- Go on.

- Until I hear back from my contact,

there's nothing to be done, so,

please, enjoy your evening.

And I'll be in touch.

- What was that all about?

- Oh, nothing.

- It didn't seem like nothing.

- Cardinal MacNamara is known for procuring

certain historic collectibles from time to time.

- Is that allowed?

(both chuckling)

And this collectible is something you want?

- Oh, yes, very much.

Now, I'm famished.

Shall we order?

(sirens blaring)

Oh...

- You never collected art? - Oh, no. Only as an investment.

I'm not interested in the aesthetics at all.

Oh, that was lovely. - Oh, yes.

I can never thank you enough.

Oh, my God!

Oh, I hope there's no one in there.

- Oh, I doubt there is at this late hour.

Saves us having to bother with our fireplace. Ha!

I think I'll fix us a nightcap.

I wish I knew the proper way to present you to people.

(pouring drink) - Why? Am I not presentable?

- No, no, no. You misunderstand. I mean, introducing you

merely as my assistant doesn't do you justice.

You're worth so much more than that.

Yet, if I say nothing, people make assumptions.

At best, they see you

as just a dazzling jewel on my arm.

(soft jazz music playing) - Maybe you should stop caring

what other people think, huh? - You're right. Cheers.

- (Peggy Lee): ♪ I'm glad I waited for you ♪

- Mmm! That's good. - Mmm...

- Alcohol is a newly acquired pleasure.

- ♪ But then what else could I do ♪

♪ Yes, there were one or two ♪

- Shall we?

- ♪ I used to date with ♪ - No, I, I don't think so.

I... I'm feeling rather tired.

- Oh, tired, really?

Would you like me to tuck a blanket

around your legs? Maybe get you a nice glass of warm milk?

- Oh, I see what you're doing.

No, I'm not ready for the nursing home just yet.

Keep it simple.

(soft jazz music playing)

- ♪ I'm glad my heart waited, too ♪

♪ That favorite dream of mine ♪

♪ Has just come true ♪

♪ I'm glad I waited ♪

♪ For you ♪

(tires screeching) (vehicle honking)

- (intercom): Now arriving on Platform 25,

Northeast Corridor Express from New York City.

(indistinct announcement)

- This is his briefcase. All right. He has a meeting

started. He wouldn't just leave it on the train.

- (intercom): 2163 from Union Station to New York,

Penn Station, now boarding. - (man): All right, you think

four is going to be enough? - (woman): I work with

Dr. Everett Barnes.

- How can I help you? - Now listen to me. This is...

- ID? - (woman): I've been calling

his cell. He's not answering his phone. No one has seen him.

- You haven't seen him in how long?

- You open the bag, please?

- (woman): I found his notes scattered on the floor.

- (man): Ma'am, look, calm down.

- What's this?

- Personal item. - What's in it?

- My wife's ashes.

She asked me to scatter them at her family home.

- (woman on intercom): 2163 from Union Station to New York,

Penn Station, now boarding. - It's been a very painful week.

- Sorry for your loss.

Welcome to Washington.

- Thank you.

(sighing) - (man): ID?

You're free to go. ♪ ♪

(people chatting) (vehicles honking)

(overlapping radio chatter)

(classical music playing)

- Hello. You hear our radio calls?

- You were specifically instructed not to land here.

This airport's in a restricted area. There's a quarantine.

No incoming or outgoing aircraft

within 60 miles of New York. - We had an in-flight emergency.

Our client was sick. - What client?

Where is he? Let me see him. - He left.

- Left? Where the hell did he go?

- That way.

- You guys wait inside, I'm gonna need to talk to you.

(dog barking)

(dog barking) ♪ ♪

- Good to go?

(theme music)

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