All language subtitles for The_Strain_S03E02

- Previously on The Strain...
- The Ancients gave me your name.

- Who are you?
- My name is Quinlan,

- and you and I have something very much in common.
- What's that?

We are both
hunting the Master.

The Occido Lumen.

Somewhere in here is the key

to the Master's demise.
I will use

the book to end this plague.

Abraham, how ironic

that our duel should end
not with a fight,

but with a simple
transaction in gold.

Both of you can bid it out. The
man with the deepest pocket wins.

I guess this is yours, old man.
Congratulations.

It seems Eldritch Palmer
would rather I have the book

than let it fall into
the hands of the Master.

You folks are lucky.

You're on the last train out.

- What just happened?
- We've derailed.

Zack!

Stop!

Zack!

- Nora.
- She took him away with her.

- Don't!
- Nora.

It's done.

- Zack is alive.
- We want the Lumen.

You have a choice
to make:

The Lumen or Zack.

Yeah. Can we get
some more of that culture

in that slide there, please?

Just make sure there's
no trace of the residue in it.

Yes, Doctor.

Here are the reports.

- Eight the hard way.
- My lucky number.

I got a good feeling
about this batch.

I'll believe it
if you will.

Well, no one ever won a Nobel
without taking a risk.

Using polio against
glioblastomas? That was one hell

- of a gamble. It paid off.
- Yeah, we're not winning

a Nobel. We'll be lucky
if we don't end up in jail.

- She's all set, Doctor.
- OK.

The time is 03:00.

We have just introduced
Extract 44

intravenously into test
subject 5-0-5,

a 72-year-old woman
with vascular dementia.

- Pulse is increasing!
- Now, 78.

- Temperature's ramping up.
- Keep an eye

- on her blood pressure.
- Yes, Doctor.

- Tonic-clonic tremors.
- This is not looking good.

300 milligrams
of labetalol!

- Shit! She's spiking.
- Code Red!

We need an APAP IV in here,
stat! We've gotta get

- her temperature down.
- 2000 MIB. 2000 micrograms!

Load her up and keep it coming!

- Get ready to breathe for her.
- She's going over.

- Move. Clear!
- Clear!

We'll have, we'll have

- another round here!
- Our recovery team

only found one
of their bodies.

You run into any strigoi?

Not a one.

The Master must have moved
his nesting spot.

But now you know
he's here, right?

So, when do we get
more troops?

Command's pulling out
of New York City.

The mission was to find
the King Rat!

The King Muncher!
We found him!

- I don't know what we found.
- Ah, come on.

I lost six good men
on those teams,

and I got nothing
to show for it.

They're cutting bait.
We're heading out.

To do what?

Try and control
the outbreak in D.C.

The capitol falls;
The entire country does.

I can get you out
if you wanna come with us.

I got no desire to save D.C.

Yeah. I got that.

Well...

best of luck to you, Fet.

Yeah. You too.

Another double.

I got it.

- Another for me.
- Yes, ma'am!

SEALs are going
bye-bye, huh?

Yeah. Sad to say.

Have you noticed
these creatures

are getting better? Faster?

They're learning
their environment, developing.

And they say
we're winning.

Well, it's pretty hard
to stamp out

a bug that doubles its numbers
every couple of days, you know.

Councilwoman Faraldo
talks about

how we're taking back this city.

You and I are never
gonna see that day.

Just like the song says.

An optimist, huh?

Hmm... That's
why I'm making

the glass half full turn empty.

- Here you go.
- To tonight.

All we got is this.

Need to go check
on my friends.

It's, uh, Val, right?

Vasiliy.

And... Kathy, right?

Kate. It's close enough.

Yeah.

So, uh,

see you later
tonight maybe?

Maybe.

Happy hunting.

Last night,
the East Side Safe Zone

suffered another incursion
at Lexington and East 75th.

Critics of Councilwoman
Justine Faraldo point to this

as yet another sign that her
efforts to secure the city are failing.

Hurry up! It's coming!

I want him
dead! Lead him in! Lead him in!

- Wait!
- Don't end it like that!

Hello?

Fet?

Professor Setrakian?

How do you know the professor?

Let him go! He's a friend!

This is Dr. Ephraim
Good weather.

What is this thing?

It's a long story,
but a good story.

Come on.

All right.

I am sitting down. Tell me.

Nora didn't make it.

How?

Our train never
got out of New York.

Strigoi,
hundreds of them,

they threw themselves
in front of the engine.

It derailed.
It was chaos.

I-I got separated

from Zack and Nora.

The whole thing was planned.

It had to be.

Of course it was.

Kelly got to them
before I could.

By the time I got to Nora,
she had been stung.

She was turning, but she was
still conscious. She, uh...

She ended it

by touching her sword
to the third rail.

And your son?

- Did the mother turn him as well?
- I don't know.

But Nora saw Kelly
taking him away.

- Without turning him?
- Doesn't make any sense.

- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.

Be careful, Ephraim.

If she did not

turn your son,
it can only mean

the Master plans to use
the boy against you.

Why would he give
a shit about me?

You, you hurt him.

You caused him a setback.
You defied him.

I'm, uh...

very sorry to hear

about Dr. Martinez.

She was, uh... She, uh...

DAMN IT!

Here you go.

Easy now. Easy now.

That's it.

Easy now.

- I brought your things.
- You remembered.

We could read them together.

Would you like that?

I guess.

I want to get out

of this room,
breathe some fresh air.

You will.

- Soon.
- It's what you always say,

but it never happens.

I miss Dad a lot.

- The Master has a...
- Has a plan.

I know, but you never say
what it is.

In time,

you will see
we are all part of it.

Even Dad?

He has a role to play.

There it is,
boys and girls,

Promised Land.

There are no
"Safe Street" placards.

It means Faraldo's cops
haven't cleared it.

- Yeah, but it's worth the risk.
- My uncle was a major foodie.

- We'll be eating like kings.
- Have you guys

raided a skyscraper before?

What floor
is his place on?

42nd.

If this place is infested,
then there may be

42 floors of strigoi
between us and the street.

- This is stupid!
- Cleaned out everywhere else.

If we don't take
bigger risks, we starve.

Good news is
that it's daylight.

And that tower
has floor-to-ceiling windows.

So we yank the drapes
as we move through it,

blast the place with sunlight.
Stay out of the shadows.

We get in and out before they
know we're there. Understood?

What the hell happened to you?

Back when we were hacking
together, you didn't care about risks.

I was naive.

- You were fearless.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm not anymore.

Look, I know on some level,
this infection is apocalyptic,

but... look at the upside.

You and I used to talk
all the time about

breaking the barriers between
the haves and the have-nots.

It's happening, Dutch.

The whole city is pressing
a restart button.

Oh, God! Are you
bloody kidding me, Braden?!

Yeah, we used to talk a lot of
shit about changing the world,

but what did we actually,
really accomplish?

We screwed up the computers
of a few unscrupulous companies.

Yeah, big wins.

That is nothing compared to
what's happening now. Nothing!

There is no restart button.

The entire human race

is circling
the drain.

This isn't the beginning
of anything.

Except maybe the end.

We doing this?

- Let's do this.
- Go.

You need to cancel
this meeting, sir.

- You're in no condition.
- Don't give me orders, dear.

Ever.

Have I come at a bad time?

Not at all,
Herr Eichhorst.

Please come in.

Well, she's certainly

a change of pace for you.

I miss Coco.

I'm sure you do, too.

What's done is done.

- What can I do for you?
- Show me

how many people,
precisely, have registered

their blood types
at our Freedom Centers.

I have the figures
right here.

This is unacceptable.

Our first two facilities
will be coming online soon.

Well, I can't force people
to submit to medical exams.

No, but Justine Faraldo can.

She does not
answer to me.

But you can influence her.

She knows how important
the Freedom Centers are.

- Use that.
- I'll attend to it right away.

- Miriam's heart.
- And Coco's next to it.

So sentimental.

Fitting in its own way.

Could you please
put it back! Argh!

Eldritch.

Are you feeling all right?

Please, Eichhorst,

I need the white.

Rewards must be earned.

Your ego cost us
the Occido Lumen.

If you want
the Master's white,

you must prove that you have
learned your lesson.

Find the Jew, retrieve the book.

Only then will the Master
deign to consider

your personal needs.

Of course,
that's only fair.

But frankly...

...I wonder
about your sincerity.

I intend
to prove myself.

Yes. See that you do.

These condos used to go
for over 2 million a pop.

Shh! No noise.

Blinds first.

Come on!

Please, please, please.

Ha! Jackpot.

- Jesus, look at all this stuff!
- Living room's

- clear.
- Good.

Kimberly, Ron,

check the bedroom.

Yes! Yes!

- Check under the bed.
- You check under the bed.

OK. And you get
the closet.

Ron?

Ron?

Come on!

(And growling)

Braden!

Go! Go! Get out of here!

Bastards!

323 million dollars.

It got a little
out of hand.

We're still in
the early stages of translation.

Much of this is written
in puzzles

and metaphor. Such as this one:
"Those who heard

"the silent voice of the Master

fell dumbstruck."

- "Silent voice"?
- Maybe that's like

the weird hum
that took out the SEALs.

What? What hum?

- It's hard to explain.
- When I was down...

By definition,
a hum is not silent.

But bottom line,
is there anything in here

that tells us
how to destroy the Master?

Not with clarity, but
it does mention his destruction

in several places.
Well, for example:

"When the Face of God
shineth upon him,

his essence is destroyed."

Good. All we have to do
is find the face of God.

You missing
the metaphor there, Doc?

Three weeks ago, you didn't
believe strigoi existed,

because I didn't explain them in
scientific terms. How is this different?

We're not going
to win this war

by deciphering a magic spell.

Do you think these scholars
made all this up?

No! They witnessed
a real event!

- We just don't know what it was.
- Well, it sounds like they're talking about sunlight.

- But we know that doesn't work.
- I disagree.

The sun burned him.

Perhaps a longer exposure

- would have, uh...
- Does it say that in the Lumen?

No. In fact, it states

that this event
must take place

- during an occultation.
- We just had an eclipse.

- When's the next one?
- Yeah, I looked it up.

For New York City,
it's April 8, 2024.

What's your take, Fet?

It's not a clear-cut

recipe for success, but, um...

...I think the professor
will figure it out.

The Master went
to extraordinary lengths

to keep the Lumen
out of our hands.

That alone tells us
it's valuable.

If you say so.

Move. Clear!

After all the resources

I've poured into this project,

this is what you bring me?

Every iteration
of this substance has triggered

convulsions,
heart failure, catatonia.

Not one subject improved. All
of them had to be terminated.

I've given your people
unlimited funding, security,

the best food
and housing available.

You have a chance
to save the world.

What's the problem here?

The problem is that money
cannot change biology.

I know this works!

- I've seen it work.
- You've seen it work?

Well, if you've seen it work,
show me the evidence.

No. Your job is to provide me
with the evidence!

- There is none!
- Strigoi blood is flat-out

toxic to human beings. Period.

This woman, this patient, came
to your Freedom Center for help.

Yes, we told her
the treatment was experimental,

but we didn't tell her it might
end with a bullet in the brain.

I won't do this anymore,
Mr. Palmer.

Goodbye.

The professor tells me
you lost your son...

...and that your companion
was killed.

Yet you waited
all this time

to come here
and share the tragic news.

What prompted you to come now?

Took me a while
to find them.

Suddenly, you had
the epiphany to ask

this Faraldo woman
where they were.

I can see how it would take
a week to think of that.

I wasn't ready
to talk about it.

If you were capable of feelings,
you'd understand.

I exist free of the Master's leash. I've
experienced the same emotions as you.

- Oh, right, you're half human.
- I've been meaning to ask you

about that.
How does that work?

Strigoi don't have
plumbing for procreation.

Did your mom go to a fertility
clinic for the undead?

Does it give you
pleasure to bait me?

Or are you simply trying
to distract me

from discovering
your true purpose here?

I was just trying
to figure you out.

You're... half human

who feeds on people,

but you've thrown your lot in
with a strigoi hunter.

I mean, don't tell me
you believe in that magic book.

You ridicule the Lumen,

yet you take
a keen interest in it.

I like good fiction.

I've lived
a long time, Doctor.

I saw Emperor Domitian
slain by his own court.

I witnessed
Giuliano Medici's murder

during Easter services
and watched

the Borgias
strangle their own.

Over the centuries,

I've developed a keen nose
for treachery, so

I must wonder,

what's the real reason
you're here?

It's funny, I was wondering
the same thing about you.

The whole thing
was so random.

There's nothing random
about it.

You want to know what caused
this plague? Overpopulation.

It was only a matter of time
before a virus mutated

into something that would
take out the human race.

If you ask me...

...we deserved it.

You hear that?

- Someone's here.
- Check.

Come on.

Jesus, Dutch!

You scared
the shit out of us!

You OK?

- Glad to see you made it back.
- No thanks to you.

- Was I supposed to do? Die with you?
- Do I look dead?!

- What are you doing, Dutch?
- Taking my fair share.

- Hold still. Come here.
- Stop screwing around.

Look, I know you're pissed,
but this isn't cool.

You don't see shit!

Oh my God!

- Oh, Christ!
- No!

Oh no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!

- This can't happen to me!
- What should we do?

- The only cure is "headectomy."
- You want us to cut off his head?!

If you don't, he'll turn
and he'll come after you.

But I'm not gonna do it.
He's your problem.

- You can't leave us here with him!
- Great. Thanks, Dutch.

She doesn't give
a shit about us.

She only cares about...

There.

It's done.

Good?

It's the first decent food
I've had in weeks.

This club used to serve food
to its members.

The kitchen is
well provisioned.

I'll have to come
by here more often.

I've been thinking about what
you said before, about Zack.

Even if the Master
is keeping him alive

just to get to me,
I could still get him back.

I suppose there's
a small chance. I know

that's not what you want
to hear, but...

Any chance is better
than no chance.

And if I can
get that opportunity...

- Then you should take it.
- But you must beware.

The Master knows your desire.

You could be playing
right into his hands.

Of course.

- I'm very fond of Zack.
- Should an opportunity

to rescue him arise,

I'll do what I can
to assist you.

- I appreciate that.
- And our best hope of creating

that opportunity
is the Lumen.

It will provide me the key
to destroying the Master.

And when I do,

perhaps we can
recover your boy.

Professor, just got a message
through Faraldo's people.

Rudyard Fonescu wants
to meet with you.

Who?

For 40 years he possessed
the Lumen.

Did he say where and when?

West 15th under the High Line,
an hour.

- Then we should go now.
- I suppose I better...

No, no. Stay. Help yourself
to some more stew.

I thought Rudyard Fonescu

took his money and ran.

What's he doing
still kicking around New York?

Hopefully,
he has further information

- about the Lumen to sell.
- Or we could be walking

into an ambush.

Get back!

Get out of here! Go!

Put down the gun.

Let's hear
what he has to say.

Apologies for
the Fonescu ruse,

but I know you wouldn't
come otherwise.

- What do you want, Eldritch?
- I want to strike a deal.

Go on.

I am willing to remove
myself from the game,

leave New York,

withdraw all my support
for the Master.

You'll forgive my disbelief.

Oh, I am still essential
to the Master.

And there are still
a few critical moves to be made,

which require my participation
if they are to succeed.

If I abandon
the Master,

you will gain

a massive advantage
over him.

For that,

I want something
in return.

- And what would that be?
- The formula.

What formula?

For the white.

Abraham, you're a very,
very old man.

There is only one explanation

for your extraordinary vigor.

Strigoi blood.

You've found a way
to refine it, haven't you,

so you can remain human
yet benefit

from its restorative effects.

That's insane.

And what if I have?

Give me the formula;

I will walk away forever
leaving the Master exposed.

You can save this city

and the human race.
Your life's quest

will come
to a successful end.

It costs you nothing.

You have everything to gain.

Do we have a deal?

I remember another handshake
years ago

in Vienna

and the betrayal
that followed.

Yes, I betrayed you.

Now, I want
to make amends.

I hope it's not too late
for redemption.

You may call it redemption,

but I have another word
for it...

Treachery.

I have the Lumen
and I have the white.

What do you have?

I have the power
to alter the outcome.

You can go to hell, Eldritch,
where you belong.

So, uh, how long
you been taking that stuff?

Strigoi blood.

Off and on

for 41 years.

How'd you figure out a way

to keep it from turning you
full muncher?

Edvard Frankel,

an old strigoi hunter
I knew in Vienna, taught me

the formula.
It's been handed down

among selected alchemists
since the third century.

And what? You're gonna live
forever like Quinlan?

No. The white will extend
my life a few more years,

allow me to continue the fight.

But Palmer's mistaken.

It will not give him
eternal life.

No need to tell him that.

Better he thinks otherwise.

We certainly can't trust him.

But we may be able

to manipulate him.

I made you some food.

Cool.

Can you put it
on the table for me?

Yeah.

- You've been reading.
- Not much else to do.

Would you like me

- to read with you?
- Maybe later.

I'm tired.

It's good to eat.

So, when can I go
to see Dad?

- Soon.
- Your new favorite word.

I know it is difficult,

but we must be patient.

I wanna go to bed.

Good night.

Good night, my dear one.

Mom?

Zack!

Mom,

I can't breathe.

Help me.

No, Mom.

No!

No.

No.

What did
the Master offer you for it?

My son.

He will not keep
his end of the bargain.

- It's the only shot I have.
- There's another option,

which offers far greater
chance of success.

What's that?

The Lumen will bring
the Master out of hiding.

When he comes for it,
I'll kill him.

- Why?
- My grievance is personal.

How do I know you can get
the job done?

I've been preparing
for this... job

for over a thousand years.

It's not what's in the book
that will destroy him,

but what we do with it.

You turn off

the UV lights,

that lock is child's play
for me.

What do you say,
Dr. Good weather?

Together we can use the book

to save the world...

...and your son.

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