All language subtitles for The_Strain_S02E08

- Previously on The Strain...
- Was that my mom?

(snarling)

- I'm not letting you get
in my way again!

(screams)

- I found a way to kill
these things, it's a bioweapon.

It needs to be refined
but it works.

I have a great contact
at Kemerall.

- What did he tell you
about me?

(screaming)
Oh, shit!

(silenced shots)
- No, please!

- He's been five steps
ahead of us

this entire time,
from the plane right till now.

- What are you gonna do? - I'm
going to kill Eldritch Palmer.

(opera playing)

- I've studied your photographs,

think I can do you justice.

Is this your color?

The Master has released

his will enough for you
to find yourself in him --

your thoughts, your memories,

your voice. Answer me.
(soft clicking)

Is this your color?
- Yes.

- Good.

Your voice...
(purring sound)

You will feel it
along with him,

like tinnitus

or two speakers
badly aligned.

But they will tune in,

and the ability
to speak fluently

will become second nature.

Your tissues are still firm.

The soft ones will go first.

Your nose is losing

vascularity, but it will
remain for months.

(sighing)
Ha!

(Kelly moaning softly)

We'll match the neck piece
to this.

Soon you'll be

doing this yourself.

You must learn to control
these contractions.

- It's...difficult.

- It feels unnatural, I know,
but you can dominate the urge.

Ausgezeichneti.

Now, we mustn't forget the eyes.

They are, after all,

the windows to the soul.

- See? I was correct.

This is the mother our dear Zack
cries for in the night.

(croaking)

(theme music playing)

- (Fet): I assume you haven't
told Nora?

- (Eph): Oh, no. She'd have
1,000 reasons why it was

a stupid idea.
- And she'd be right.

No stupider than helping

the old man find a book with a
magic spell to kill the Master.

- Medication for that
bullet wound?

- Breakfast.

So you tried going through
Palmer's front door,

that didn't work out so well.
I figure my best shot

is to nail him from a distance.

- Sniper his ass?
- Mm-hmm.

- It might work. Pity we don't
have a rifle, though.

- I was hoping
you'd know somebody

who could hook me up
with that.

You know, it's New York.

You want something like that,
you need to know a guy.

- All right.

Go see this guy Jimmy Wu.

Boat repair place
along the Erie Basin.

Yeah, at least in the front.
In the back,

he's a little more diversified,
if you know what I mean.

...allowing official government
or police vehicles through.

(sirens wailing,
gunshots firing)

- Good morning.

- How are you?

- Wonderful.

I feel so safe here with you.

Haven't felt that way
in a long time.

- Wish we could
just stay here.

- Why not? I could cancel
the Cardinal

this morning.

- No, don't do that.

- I take it he found that book.

What is it anyway?

- An ancient text,
only one of its kind.

It purportedly chronicles myths
in pre-Christian Europe.

- Didn't think you'd be
interested in that

sort of thing.
- Which one?

What else is on
the agenda for today?

- Herr Eichorst
in the afternoon.

I know he's important to you,
but I can't stand that man.

- I need him.
Doesn't mean I like him.

- Have you noticed
he smells funny?

Like rotten fish?
- Let's not talk about him.

- You said he
does things for you.

What sort of things?

- You don't need to know.
- Yes, I do.

I'm a big girl, Eldritch.
Whatever it is, I can handle it.

I can't be an asset to you
if you keep me in the dark.

- You are an asset.

But this is one area
I can't talk about.

- Don't you trust me?
- This is not about trust.

I'm trying to protect you.
- From what?

- I'm doing everything in my
power to save this city,

but there are forces out there
working just as hard

to make sure I fail.
The truth is,

when you're dealing with
a cruel and ruthless enemy--

- You need people on your team
who can be just as ruthless.

I get it. But...
- What?

- I see the way he talks to you,
and how much you hate it.

Why him? How is he helping you?
If I knew more,

I could help you more.
- I appreciate that, Coco,

more than you know.
The way I grew up...

It's hard for me
to talk about this.

- Just...

Just trust me.

I'm on your side.

- Be patient.

Give me some time.

- (TV host): It's three minutes
past the hour,

time for the
Accuweather forecast...

(drawers shuffling)
- You're going out?

- Oh, sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you.

I'm taking Zack
on some errands.

- Did you hear
about Barnes?

It's been all over
the news.

Apparently, he fell off
a train.

The same 1:30 train
that you were on to DC.

They found his body
outside of Baltimore.

Did you see him?
- No, I didn't.

- And you didn't hear anything
or notice...

- No.

I'll see you.

- When are we going
to talk about

exactly what happened
down there?

- I don't know what there is
to talk about.

I shouldn't have gone
when I did.

You were right. I was wrong.

- (scoffing): OK--
- OK. See ya.

(helicopter blades whirring)
(police radios chattering)

- (whistles)
Councilwoman Faraldo's

taking care of business, huh?
A couple more days, she'll have

all of Red Hook sealed off.
- Admirable, but at best

only a holding action.

We should have set off earlier.

He's a busy man.
If we're late,

he's liable to cancel
the appointment.

- Yeah, I forgot that blowing
those transit tunnels would

play hell with the traffic.
- I thought Dutch

was coming along.
- No. Her friend Nikki,

she's uncomfortable
staying with us,

so, uh, Dutch is helping her
find a place

in one of the buildings
we cleared.

- Mr. Fet, get your head

out of her skirt
and back in the game.

You need to be focused up here.

- No, don't....
Don't you worry.

(police siren wailing)
- So, how you doing, Zack?

You've been pretty quiet
this morning.

- I had a dream
about Mom last night.

- Oh, yeah?
What kind of dream?

- I went back to the house and
she was there in the kitchen.

I asked her where she'd been.

She said,
"I've been here all along,

waiting for you."

She looked so normal.

She made spaghetti,

garlic bread...
- Your favorite.

- It was so real.
When she hugged me,

I could smell her hair.

(sighing)

- You do understand
that wasn't your mother

who showed up
at the church, right?

Your mother is dead.

That creature took over
her body.

Her one goal is to turn you.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do! And after

everything you've seen,
so should you.

- What was that?
- I don't know. Come on.

- What's that smell?

- Gunpowder.

- Hello?

- Whoa... Careful with
that thing.

- We're closed.

Go.
- We saw somebody running away.

What happened? Are you hurt?
- No!

- My dad's a doctor.

- (woman): Pa, he's a doctor.

- Jimmy Wu? I'm a friend
of Vasiliy Fet.

(moaning softly)
Let me see.

(groaning)

- This is a serious injury.
What happened?

- A guy came in,
a guy that we know.

A guy that we thought we knew
and he...

He wanted to deal, so...

We have a lot
of side businesses.

- Looks like the slug went
right through. That's good.

What's not so good is the damage
it may have done on the way.

- He's losing a lot of blood!
- I'm not a surgeon!

This isn't what I do.

But with no hospitals up and
running... - Can you help him?

Please!
- There isn't much I can do

without a surgical kit.
- Oh, we have those.

They're a really popular item
for people who can't go

to the hospitals --
like gang members.

Can you save him?

- I'm gonna try.

- So, who is this
mysterious seller,

and how did he acquire it?

- I promised to protect
his anonymity.

Given the book's history, he is
concerned about his safety.

- How much does
he want for it?

- Well, it is one of his most
prized possessions.

It's terrifically painful
for him to part with--

- Skip the soft shoe
and give me a number.

(pauses typing)

- Tell me what you're
willing to pay.

- $200,000.

- I don't think that's going to get it done.
- Half a million.

- Well, you really

want this book.
- In cash. Today.

- In gold.
- Done.

- There are other
interested parties.

- Who?

- Is one of them
Abraham Setrakian?

The man's not a serious player.
He's wasting your time.

- I appreciate the advice.
- Name a figure that will

close the deal right now.
- I can't, not as long

there are other bidders.
- (slamming table): Don't play

games with me, Paul!
You'll regret it.

- I can attest to that.

- And who is this gentleman?

- An associate. He's helping me
with the Freedom Centers.

- I'll be in touch.

- Now, what could His Eminence

possibly have
that would be worth

half a million dollars to you?

- How dare you barge
in here unannounced!

- You haven't answered
the question.

- Because it's none
of your damn business!

- Everything that transpires
in this office

is my business.

- Coco, will you give us
some privacy?

- Are you sure?

- Yes!

- Poor dear.

I believe you hurt her feelings.
(door closing)

- I won't be micromanaged.

If you continue to scrutinize
my every move,

I won't make our timetable.
And if I fail,

you fail and your Master
will be displeased.

- We don't want you
to fail, Eldritch.

We are all on the same team.
Though, speaking of timetables,

when will our facility
be back on track?

- Fortunately, the sabotage
was inept. It should only

take a couple of weeks
to repair.

- You have one week.
Not a day more.

- By the way, I haven't seen
your man Bolivar lately.

I hope nothing's
happened to him.

- Bolivar has a new assignment.
- Really?

Doing what?
- The Master has chosen him

as his new vessel.

- Well! Imagine that!

I always assumed
he would pick someone

with a distinguished record
of loyal service --

like you.

Instead, he selects

a washed-up pop star?

It boggles the mind.

- A narrow mind
is easily boggled.

- Well, it's not for us
to question.

The Master does
or does not.

In this case he did,

but not with you.

- It matters not to me.

I only live to serve him.

- Of course you do.

So, when I see
Bolivar again,

what's the protocol?
Do I get down on my knees?

Kiss his ring?

What do you do?

- Chundo, coriander,

vindaloo,

An-ar-darana seeds...

(speaking Spanish)

- Oh, shit!

- Take a look at that, huh?

19th century,

15,000 square feet

of neo-Gothic perfection.
Oof!

Cardinal's doing all right
for himself, huh?

Huh?
(sirens passing)

- You're late.
- My apologies, Your Eminence.

- Not necessary, Nicholas.
They won't be staying long.

- I'm listening.

- My clients wish to purchase
the Occido Lumen.

- The Lumen is an exceedingly
valuable artifact.

And forgive me for saying so,
but you two do not appear

to have the resources
to enter the game.

- We don't,
but our clients do.

- And who are these "clients"?
- Not important.

All you need to know
is they can meet your price.

- Is that so?

Well, the price is now

$750,000 in gold.

- Agreed. I can have it to you

within 24 hours.

- I'll be in touch.

- You have another bidder.

Is it Eldritch Palmer?

I must warn you, you're dealing
with a very dangerous man.

- He probably has people
watching your every move.

- Your position
will not protect you.

- Duly noted.

And I'm moved by your concern
for my personal safety.

But if you gentlemen
will excuse me,

the mayor has requested
I deliver an address

at his fund-raiser tonight,

and I've yet to write
word one of my speech.

- When will we hear from you?
- Check back tomorrow afternoon.

Nicholas, escort them out.

(door closing)

(shouting and car horns)
- So how are we gonna

get our hands on 750 grand
in gold?

- That is not our concern
right now.

If this man has the Lumen,
Palmer will take it from him.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
How are we gonna stop him?

- We're going
to take it first.

- Rob a cardinal?

- I prefer to think of it as
recovering a stolen artifact,

but yes, we're going to rob
the son of a bitch.

(helicopter passing)

(giggling)

- Get some gauze
and get ready to wipe.

- There's going to be a lot of
blood. You might not

want to watch this.
- I'm fine.

- You, too, buddy.

You don't have to be here
if you don't want to be.

- I think I'll be OK. - OK.
You've been doing great so far.

OK, wipe.

(cars honking)

- (stiffly):
What's going on, Officer?

- Quarantine inspection, miss.

Would you mind taking off
your sunglasses?

- Red Hook is...
under quarantine?

(humming)
What is that light for?

- Some people,
they don't know

they're infected,
but UV light

shows the goddamn worms
right under the skin.

Would you pop
your trunk, please?

(gasping slightly)

- STINGERS! WE'VE GOT STINGERS!!
- TAKE THEM OUT!

- Drive on! Go, go, go!
Drive on! Move! Move!

(screeching)
(guns firing)

(croaking and growling)

(hissing and croaking)

(croaking and purring)

(staples clicking)

- OK, Zack, pull the wheel back
and stop the blood flow.

- I tried to repair all the
damage. It's a miracle there was

no GI involvement. Mr. Wu,
on a scale of 1 to 10,

10 being unendurable, how would
you rate your pain?

- (weakly): 15.

- Do you have any pain meds?

OK, that'll do.

OK, here we go. Meperidine.

Give him two of these
every four hours.

- Mr. Wu, you're a very lucky
man. I'll leave the post-op

instructions for your daughter.
- Hey, Pa...

(speaking Chinese)

- Pay him. Pay the man.

- Oh, no, no, no. I actually
came here to buy something.

- Oh... Take it.

Whatever you want.
Medical supplies?

- Not exactly.

- So, why do you
want a rifle?

- For protection.

- Against Mom?

- If it comes to that.

Hey, Zack, I want you to know,

I couldn't have done that
back there without you.

- It was gross,

but kinda cool.

- You know, I performed my first
procedure when I was 14.

High school biology.

We dissected bullfrogs.

The captain of the football
team, he passed out.

But I was fascinated to see what
was inside a living organism.

I think that's when I decided
to become a doctor.

- Well, maybe you could
try to save Mom

the same way you saved Mr. Wu.

Or at least talk to her first.
- Zack--

- Mr. Setrakian said that
sunlight would destroy

the Master.
He was wrong about that,

so maybe he's wrong
about her, too.

(croaking)

(child chirping and croaking)

- (man): Forget it. No.
We are not going anywhere.

We've been through hard times
before. This will pass.

- No, this isn't some temporary
economic downturn, Dad.

- If you guys stay,
you're gonna die.

- All of you.
- He's right, Mr. Gupta.

Everywhere we went, places were
wrecked. Looted. Burned.

- 26 years we put into this
place, built it from nothing.

- If you did it once,
you can do it again --

someplace safe.
- What about the quarantine?

Nobody gets papers
to leave the city unless

they work for the government.
- We'll find a way.

Our people have been crossing
borders without permission

since Texas was Mexico. Sí o no?

- When we left Amritsar,
we were just as desperate.

Please, Naren.

(speaks word in other language)
- OK.

- Good. I'll go look
at the road blocks,

find a spot for the car
to cross.

In the meantime, you guys pack
light in case we have to walk.

- Gus, wait!

- Thank you.

You know, for all your help.

Will you come with us?

- You want me to?

- Augustin Elizalde!

We need to talk.

- It's OK. What do you want?

- Are you frightened, Gus?
- I'm smart.

Smart enough to be careful.
- Smart enough to be

the only one to walk out
of Stoneheart alive.

- I don't care who you are,
where you're from or what

you're selling, but if you don't
get away from here, I'm gonna

put a bullet in your head.
- If you were going to shoot me,

you would have done so already.

- It's OK, baby! It's OK, baby!
(stranger growling)

- Shall we invite her
to join us?

- Vaun trained you.
Did he ever mention

who trained him?

- Nah, he didn't
mention nothing.

- A good soldier, but he
underestimated the Master.

My name is Quinlan.

- Well, hi, Quinlan.

But like I said,

I don't work
for those fools anymore.

- The Ancients?

Fools they are, indeed.

I don't work for them either --
I'm merely

using them to get what I want.
- Which is?

- The Master.
- Oh.

Oh, cool.

Well, best of luck to you.

No, seriously, Godspeed.

Give me my gun back.

- His shadow looms over you.

You crossed him
and he does not forget.

What has it cost you
thus far?

Your best friend?

Your mother?
Do you not see a pattern?

- She's very beautiful.

Beauty and love
are fleeting but powerful.

I've known both.
I've lost both.

You can save her, Gus,

but the only way
is to give her up--

until we slay the Master,
that is.

- I don't get it, man.

Why? Why me? Why me?

- That is a question I learned
to stop asking myself

many centuries ago.

- Nicholas,
bring the car around.

- Nicholas?
- It seems like such an odd way

for a father to express
his love for his only son.

Don't you agree?

- How the hell
did you get in here?

- Uh, Nicholas let me in.

Oh, I'm here for
the Occido Lumen.

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

- Oh, I think you do. Eldritch
is hardly a man of faith.

I doubt he would
offer you $500,000

for some arcane
religious texts.

- Hmm... Suppose I did
have the Lumen.

Why would that interest you?

- My client is most eager
to acquire it.

- I hope he has deep pockets.

The current price
is one million.

- I have a better offer.
- Hmm! Let's hear it.

- Your life.

- You need to leave my house.
Get the hell out!

NICHOLAS!
- Nicholas is indisposed.

(bolts rattling)

(wood crunching)

- Crux Sancta Sit Mihi Lux!

Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux.

Vade Retro, Satana!

- Do you hear him, Lord?
Your faithful servant

beseeches you
in his hour of need.

Won't you come to his aid?

Unleash a thunderbolt
to strike down his tormentor?

Hmm...

It appears your Almighty
has better things to do.

(cardinal breathing heavily)

Now, one last time.

Where is the Lumen?

- I don't have it!
I was selling it for someone.

- Who? Where can I find
this person?

- I can't say! I swore before
God I would never tell.

(sighing)
- Well,

we wouldn't want you
to break that vow.

(croaking)
(gasping)

(thud)
- No!

- Can you feel the worms
burrowing through your flesh?

When they have finished,
you will have

no secrets from the Master,

the true Almighty.
He will learn who has the Lumen.

(groaning)

Now, now, don't look so gloomy.

Soon you will meet your new

Lord--

(sword swishing)
(growling)

- He was telling the truth.

Once the worms turn you,
the Master

will read your thoughts
and the Lumen will be his.

But there is a higher power
watching us right now,

and he wants you to stop

the evil that has cast
its shadow over this city.

- How?

- Tell me who has the book.
It's our only hope. Tell me, and

I will release your soul to God

before the forces of vile
darkness take it from you.

- Rudyard

Fonescu.

- Of course.

The boy from the convent
in Austria.

May God have mercy on your soul.

- Holy Christ!
- ...the cardinal's body

was brutally mutilated.

Signs of forced entry
were discovered...

- What's wrong?
- ...but there is no evidence

that valuables were taken from
the residence. A second body

also found --
- Oh, my God!

Who would do such a thing?

Could it be because
of that book?

Eldritch,
you're obviously upset.

If you tell me what
this is all about--

- I don't want you involved!
- Do you think Eichorst

had something to do with this?
- Coco, please!

- I can't help you if--
- This is NOT your concern!

Do you understand?
- Yes,

very clearly.

- Coco? What are you doing?

Coco, where are you going?
Coco, please!

- I gave you every chance.
You want to keep your secrets

to yourself, then that's exactly
what will happen.

(door slams)

(loud knocking)

- What are you doing with that?
- Thought it might come

in handy.
- Hey, Zack. You hungry?

- What's that all about?

- He's still in denial about
Kelly. We keep having the same

circular argument.
- I wonder why. Think about it,

Eph. You've sent him mixed
messages since day one.

First, you shield him
from the truth.

Then you rubbed his face in it.

Then you take off to Washington
and leave him here with me.

- You told me to do that!

- Because I couldn't
stop you from going!

Zack wanted you to stay.

And yet you never
even called him.

Not once. It's your
responsibility as a father

to check in.
(low purring)

God knows why you couldn't
find the time.

(more purring)
- What's that supposed to mean?

- You're hiding something.

I can see it in your eyes.

(video game sounds)

(grunt)

- All right, you want to know
what happened in DC? Fine.

Let's start with the train.
I did see Barnes.

He saw me. I wanted
to get off at Baltimore,

we got into a fight and I'm
the one that threw him off.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I don't know. Maybe it has
something to do with the fact

that I went down there to save
the human race, and all

I managed to do was get
four people killed.

- Four? Barnes?
- Rob,

the man that was sent
to kill us...

- Who was the fourth?

- Leigh Thomas.

She was a pharmaceutical rep.

The hit man shot her
and she bled out in my arms.

- I see.

(purring)

(video game sounds)

(tapping)

- (distorted): Zack.

- Mom?

- I've missed you so much.
(croaking softly)

- I've missed you, too.

- Please, honey, let me in.

There is so much
I have to tell you.

- But...

I can't.

You're...

- Look at me.

You can see that
that's not true.

I was sick,

very sick,
but I'm getting better.

Just let me in

and I'll explain everything.

- Thank you for telling me.

- (Zack): I can't!

- Did you hear something?

Zack?
(quick gasp)

- I'm so cold, Z.
Just let me in

and we can work this out
together, OK?

- Zack, you all right?
(croaking)

NO! DON'T!
- You were wrong, Dad.

Look at her. She needs our help.

- Don't let her in!

(growl)

(ricocheting shots)

- (Kelly): Eph, give him to me.

You never wanted him anyway.

Let's let Zack decide
who he wants to be with.

I wonder who he'll choose.

Zack? Honey?

- Stay there!
(growling)

- Come to me.
- Kelly, where are you?

(snarling)

Come on out. You wanna talk?
Let's talk.

- Nora! Watch out!
(loud slurping and screeching)

(squealing)

- Eph!

(yelling)

- No, get off of him!
Leave him alone!

(grunting)
No, stop!

(growling)

(hissing)
Please stop!

- Zack?

(breathing heavily)

(theme music playing)

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