All language subtitles for The_Strain_S03E01

It has been 23 days.

23 days since the landing

of Regis Air flight 753
transfixed the world.

Our response to the threat
was needlessly delayed

by indulgence
in political debates,

media distractions,

punditry and grandstanding.

The quarantine in New York
was a moderate success,

but locking predators in
with a reliable source of food

also helped the strigoi
evolve more quickly.

Isolating the plague helped it
to burn more brightly.

The United States
announced plans

for a massive surge deployment
of National Guard troops

and US Army Reserves

to push into New York City and
wipe out the infected enemy.

But when new outbreaks
occurred in other cities,

military support
was redistributed

to other population centers
in the hope of halting

the spread of the disease and,
just as importantly,

the spread of panic.

The invading presence
was a far graver threat

than anyone ever
imagined. If humanity

had any hope of
defeating this plague,

it had to happen now or never.

- Move in! Go, go!
- Door down, moving in!

- Got one!
- We got eyes. Engage!

- Ford, Coley, check 'em.
- Copy that.

Clear!

Nope. Nothing here.

What about her? Poor lady.

Sorry, ma'am.

Clear here. Scaggs, report.

Just checking the
basement now, captain.

Got two down!

Right there. Move up, move up!

Kroft, we got stingers here.

- I got you covered!
- Got us a rabbit hole.

Spectacular. What's that
rat catcher's name again?

Yeah, that looks
like a smuggling tunnel.

They're all over Chinatown.

Yeah, affirmative.

Hey, buddy!

- You with the army?
- Yeah, something like that.

Are we finally taking
the fight to these things?

- Oh, yeah, buddy.
- That's what we want to hear.

- New York strong!
- New York strong, brother!

- Oh, shit, that ammonia smell.
- Makes your eyes wanna tear up.

- Let's go dark.
- Roger that.

- Pair up. Watch your backs.
- Clear your lines of fire.

Incoming.

Roger that.

- Targets set.
- Weapons free.

Engage!

Check your cuffs and seals.
Remember, one worm gets inside,

- and you become the enemy.
- Roger that.

- All clear.
- Nothing here.

Negative. No matches.

Alright, let's keep moving.

We're going to find this guy;
Give him our autograph.

Let's go!

Zack.

I'm sorry.

Zack, I'm sorry.

- Open up! Open the door!
- Let us in!

Hey, we got one!

Say something! So we know
you're not one of them.

How about an alphabetical
list of prepositions?

About, above, across,

after, uh, against...

- What are you doing in here?
- This is my house.

There's a mandatory
evacuation to St. Michael's.

Show me some ID.

- Will that do?
- I'm sorry, sir.

- We didn't mean to...
- What are you doing here?

That badge is gonna
get you hotel privileges,

security, food...

I'm waiting for somebody.

Who exactly are you
waiting for, sir?

My son.

Let's get the hell out
of here. Alright, guys!

Let's move on.

Time to make the donuts.

Hold on!

Brought you more raw materials
for the bio weapon.

- You know where to put it.
- There's the new batch.

One of my teams reported

you were sleeping
in Woodside last night?

Or not sleeping,
by the looks of it.

- What's going on there?
- Just keeping an eye on some property I own out there.

Not smart. You're too
important to this fight.

Not to mention the fact
that you're technically still

a federal fugitive...
Or would be if you weren't

- under my protection.
- Well, technically,

if I were in jail,
you wouldn't have any bio weapon.

Jesus Christ.

Eph, you're an epidemiologist
from the CDC.

You can train others
to do this grunt work.

I need you on my staff

trying to figure this thing
out on a larger scale.

Not interested.

Do you know what's
really going on?

On the news it
says you're winning.

The middle of Manhattan
around Central Park

is basically under our control.

So is Staten Island, Red Hook,
parts of Queens near the shore.

We're pushing the
munchers further out.

Did you just say "munchers"?

It's something this guy
I know calls them.

I believe that confidence
goes a long way.

The message is that we are
winning. But the truth is,

we don't have the manpower.
At this current casualty rate,

we can't push out any further.

What's the kill ratio
for the bio weapon?

Around 75%... ballpark.

- Last week it was 100%.
- It was. I don't know.

Maybe we didn't get
a big enough sample size.

- No, that shouldn't be it.
- It should be lethal. Always.

All I know is I need
more of your weapon

or I need a better weapon.
Or I need a new plan.

What I've got

are cops and citizens
with guns and sticks.

If we don't stay ahead
of these things, we're done.

It's not a question of if we're
going to fail... only when.

And take a damn shower.

75% effective.

Is the latency period too short?

Too long?

Are they adapting? They're sure
as hell getting smarter.

This is all I could find.

Is that alright? Thank you.

Come on. It's worth a lot.

Yeah, yeah.

Here you go, man.

- Hey, Raul.
- You find asthma medicine?

Yeah.

I can give you three.

And I'll have some tuna,
cans of soup...

...and the fifth over there.

Do you have a Taser?

"The seven plagues,

mortal only to the face of God."

The face of God.

"Countenance divine."

Moses said, "The Lord lift up
his countenance upon thee,

- and give thee peace."
- Perhaps a literal translation

- is not the best approach.
- Nonsense!

- The answer is in here!
- The clues are in there.

The answer is not.

I am aware you are
anxious to take action.

Each day we wait
our task grows harder.

The Master is building an army.

I will not be rash.

I made that mistake once before
and I will not make it again.

We will not strike
until we possess

all of the knowledge
in this text.

Yeah, well, I expected
the federal government

to bend me over but I thought
my fellow city council members

would at least
buy me a drink first.

Let me save you some breath
and me more high blood pressure.

We are not giving back one
square inch of the territory

that so many New Yorkers
have fought and died for.

Period, done, end of story.

I've had this disease
ever since I was young, Fet.

- Makes me speak my mind.
- Don't you ever take the cure.

- Thanks for coming in.
- Yeah, sure.

So these Navy SEALs.

What's the latest?

Well, we took out two
big nests near Chinatown.

These munchers
are getting faster.

I need more help.

Is there any way that
we can convince them

to change their mission?
To help me secure Manhattan?

Any way we can get them
to call in reinforcements?

- I don't think so.
- I'm just like a translator

for these guys, you know?
I speak New York City.

Other than that, these guys
are doing their own thing.

Fine, whatever you can do
to help them succeed, do it.

I'll take a win wherever
I can get one. Thanks.

Yep.

Let him through.

Come on!

Mama.

Mama. Mama, it's OK. I just
wanna give you this. Look.

I just wanna
give you this. Look.

I know you're hungry, OK?

Just relax, alright? Here.

I just wanna give it to you. OK?

Mom! Mom, please! Mom!

Mom, relax, OK? Here.

That's all I got.

I know you hear me.

I will get them back
for what they did to us.

OK? I promise.

My name is Lar.

- A sun-hunter.
- I speak for them.

I don't care who speaks as
long as they do the listening.

We are surprised to see you.

You think me a traitor
because for the moment

I have thrown my lot in with
the cattle. But you should know

better than anyone;
I have no allegiances,

only an enemy.

Is that how you
justify your thievery?

I'm taking action. Unlike you,
who lurk in your chamber,

paralyzed by a truce
that has lasted centuries

and has now been broken.

You have grown indolent.

What became of the Ancients
from the Old World?

- The rest of the seven?
- We have not had

- any contact with them.
- My guess is

that He destroyed them before
coming to the New World.

And now he's come
here to finish the job.

Setrakian may be a thief,
but he's a fighter.

Which is more than can
be said for the lot of you.

We want to know what
you've learned from the Lumen.

Of course you do.

You want to know if our search
for the Master's demise

might also bring about
your demise as well.

The book is not yet deciphered.

We still have much work to do.

You will share with us
what you have found!

You would be wise not to
threaten me, your only ally

in this war. I am
not your servant!

I am your best hope.

Fortunately for you,

your enemy and mine is the same.

- Can I help you get...
- Back off, big fella.

- Back off!
- I see you got it, huh?

You have a great day!

That's my kinda lady.

Hey, sunshine.

Miss me?

You were gone?

- Only for four days.
- Guess you didn't notice.

So, how soon can
we end this thing

and go back to ordering
takeout and yelling at the TV

- like normal New Yorkers, huh?
- In time, Mr. Fet. In time.

You've had that
thing for a week now.

This book has been compiled

over the course of centuries.

One week's reading
is not enough to unveil

all its mysteries.

What's that? Oh,
what have I been up to?

Oh, thanks for asking,
professor. I got assigned

by Justine Faraldo to work
with these Navy SEALs...

The government! They're
investigating a theory

that there might be a King Rat
muncher that started

the whole outbreak
on the plane, huh?

So they're sending these
SEALS in to see if it's true

and I'm supposed
to help them find him.

They're finally coming
around to the reality

- of what's really going down.
- Well, it's as sound

- a plan as any.
- Yeah, right?

Me steering these Navy SEALs
towards strigoi hot spots...

You know, wherever
they're massing. Professor,

these SEALs, they go in and they
slay 'em with extreme prejudice,

- you know? I mean, that's gotta be good, right?
- Why not?

There's the rousing vote of
confidence I was looking for.

Thank you, Professor.

Word to the wise:

Don't ever sneak up
in my blind spot

unless you wanna
eat a rebar sandwich.

Your centurions...

If they do find him,
you must alert me first

before they pursue him.
I can finish him; They cannot.

Lemme tell you something,
Born-o, alright? First off,

in our world, listening in
on people's conversations?

Not polite. Second, these
centurions you're talking about?

They're, like,
the best of the best.

Every failed empire has
a legion of elite warriors.

None with ISR drone support, night-vision
goggles and automatic assault rifles.

Technology offers no
advantage over the Master.

What these guys do, they do
better than anybody else

in the history of the world.
Including half-vampires.

10 bucks says we get
to him before you

- or the magic book do.
- Why would you bet against me

- if we're on the same side?
- Because I don't like you.

Because you've got a stinger
like a full-on strigoi,

and you drink human blood.

Now if that makes me a racist,

or a creature-ist,
or an anti-strigoic,

well, then, there you go.
Fet's a hater.

Mr. Fet, that's enough.

Would you give me and the
Professor a moment alone

to have a conversation?
Humans only.

- Happy hunting.
- Yeah. You too, slick.

How can you trust that guy?

Mr. Quinlan has
been instrumental

in translating these pages.

What happens when he gets
everything that he needs

from this book? You're
splitting rent and utilities

with a muncher on steroids!
What happens if you wake up

one morning with his
stinger in your neck?

If I do, your "I told you so"

will be a source
of great comfort

before you dispatch me.

Don't be so sentimental.

You go ahead and do your thing.

I'm gonna head back out,
hunt for the Master.

Mr. Fet.

Good luck.

If I see him,

I'll tell him you said hello.

City Hall Station.

Opened in 1904.

One of the crown jewels
of the New York subway system.

You really love
this city, huh?

- It's my home.
- And it's under attack.

Understood.

Tell me the truth. Is there...

Is there any version of this
where we might get more troops?

- More troops?
- Not a chance in hell.

Truth is, we've got
two more days here.

If we don't find
your King Rat, we're gone.

On the big map,
New York's been written off.

Sorry.

Not sure "sorry" covers it.

- Ford.
- Yes, sir.

- You're heading up Team Two.
- Get with your guys.

Roger that.

Fet, what do you got?

Strigoi returning
to nest at dawn.

Hundreds of them
are going underground

right below where
we're standing right now.

- And where there's lots of strigoi...
- That's where we have our best

shot at finding Bolivar. Hey,

I've been thinking...

I've been down there, so why
don't I gear up with you guys

and I could lead you
to the muncher nest myself?

No civilian ride-alongs,
my friend.

Enjoy the show.

Here we go.

- See ya, Fet.
- I got your back, buddy.

- Alright, eyes everywhere.
- These things can move.

- Patience, patience, patience.
- Got your rear.

Sentinel munchers.

They're like lookouts.

- Coming up on our six!
- Prepare to engage.

Stay sharp.

More movement.

Hold fire!

Fet. I can see
a person down here.

Hold on.

What?

Get on him! Don't lose him!

That's Bolivar's number two!

Move! Going up!

He's fast.

Not faster than a bullet.

Actually, I think he is.

Team Two, keep your
distance. Let's see

where this guy's going.

Wait for me!

We're at the church.

Alright, boys. Stack it up.

Let's go, let's go.

On me. Ready?

Go, go, go!

- Go, go, go!
- Cover, move, cover, move.

Watch your step, boys.

- Watch your backs.
- Clear.

Got the rear?

- Moving.
- Go!

No! Don't go down there yet.

Kroft? C'mon!
Somebody answer me!

Cut the pie, guys.

Check the corners.

What was that?

What the hell was that?

Team leader, over.

Kroft, come in.

Oh, shit.

It looks like a good
time to fall back.

Ford? Ford!

Something's happening to
the feeds. Ford? You read me?

- Kroft!
- Talk to me.

You're not hunting him
anymore. He's hunting you.

- Let's go.
- Go, go.

- Move, move, move!
- It's open.

- Move in. Nothing.
- Ford?

Me, too.

- Scaggs? Vannelli?
- Nothing.

Dark.

- Get it?
- I dunno.

Playing with us.

- Scaggs?
- Holy shit!

- He was just here.
- Scaggs! We're coming for ya.

Everybody, eyes on.

KROFT!

I'm coming!

If you see a flare, don't shoot!

ANYONE!

Holy shit! What was that?

VANNELLI?

Let's move!

VANNELLI?

KROFT!

FET? GET OUT OF HERE!

Vannelli?

Coley? Coley, what is it?

Where the hell are you?!

Damn it. Fet!

- I'm close! I'm in the tunnel!
- NO!

LISTEN TO ME!

Something's in here!
It's taking us out one by one!

FIND THE OTHER TEAM!
SAVE MY GUYS!

GET 'EM OUT!

Come on. Up, up, up.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

Lovely evening!

Is it not?

Goddamn you.

Mom?

Will you help me?

The Master is going
to let us be together.

Why?

Because I am going
to do something for him.

Get out of my way!

About, above...

across, after,

among, against...

around...

Around,

at...

Zack?

- Where is Zack?
- Zack is alive.

- You can get him back.
- Where is he?

- He's safe.
- Where is my son?

How much of you
is still alive in there?

Enough.

When His voice
leaves me,

when His leash loosens,

I still feel sadness...

like a void.

Then the thirst drives
those emotions away.

But I am still here.

We want the Lumen.

The book?!

You kept Zack alive
to trade him

for a book?

You have a choice
to make.

The Lumen...

or Zack.

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