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Previously on The Strain...

I know you're hungry, okay?

Here.

It's my mom, Angel.

I can't do it. She's in there, okay?

Angel! Get up!

Put the gun down!

- Come on, Angel, let's go. - You all right?

This is a sampling of all strigoi communication

occupying a fairly predictable range. Until here.

A direct signal from the Master. If we can

set it out from the rest of the strigoi static,

then we can use this technique to track him down.

- We need a point of reference. - JFK Airport. - The black box.

It might still have his voice on there.

- I've found out something else. - You're bluffing.

A vessel owned by Stone heart.

Its contents were kept from me.

But clearly, it is of immense importance.

Whatever was on that ship,

whatever evil it contained

will lead directly back to the Master.

If I give you this, you will help us track it down?

Give me the white.

We've been working all week to shave time off this process.

I think you're gonna be very pleased.

Shut it off!

What is this?

This? This is...

This is what we've been using to test the system's capabilities.

This dummy is exactly

175 pounds, the weight of an average.

- American human. - It's helped us get the whole

process down to just 84 seconds.

Are you saying that, in your opinion, there is

no notable difference between a person and a bag of sand?

For our, for our purposes? No,

there's no particular difference, sir.

- You see the difference now? - Argh!

Can a bag of sand

struggle, putting added stress on the system?

No, sir, it can't.

Now turn it on again, and start the timer.

No.

The, the incinerator is not, uh,

- quite up and running yet. - I trust it will be

soon enough. We don't want these things piling up

- now, do we? - No, of course.

Of course, um, sir.

It'll be up running.

- Very soon. - And the time?

- It's, uh, 2... - 2 minutes 17.

53 seconds longer than reported.

- You were right. - We'll be making adjustments.

Very good.

And in the meantime, you and I have

other important business to attend to.

Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me! Excuse me! Watch out!

Let us through! You're not gonna die, all right?

- Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out! - Who do you think you are?!

- Just right there. - Come on.

- Please fill this out. - Come on, we're almost there.

Hi, there. Welcome to the Freedom Center.

- Is this a medical emergency? - You tell me.

Oh, yes, I see.

Let's get you checked in to be treated.

We can start the I.D. card

process out here, so please fill in all the forms,

and then head on over to the photo and fingerprint line.

I'm not the one getting treated so I don't gotta fill this out.

We strongly recommend that everyone register.

- That way... - I'm good, all right?

I'm A-okay. I feel great, all right?

Uh, maybe you'd like to donate blood to your father?

This isn't my father.

My father was a coward.

This is my guardian angel.

Got a bad knee, now he has a bad arm,

but he's got a good heart.

Now, why does he have to give his fingerprints to get treated?

I'm sorry, I don't make the rules.

Please complete the forms and then bring the clipboard

back to the desk and

I'll need my pen back. Uh...

- Gracias. - Welcome.

- The Palmer Foundation... - Sit down.

If you require medical attention, please have...

You sure you wanna fill this out?

This is bullshit. It's worse than Harlem Hospital ER

on a Saturday night.

If our fingerprints get caught up in the system,

we're gonna go back to the chain gang, you know that, right?

What system?

Then why do they want you to fill this out?

Yeah, I can't do this.

This place gives me the heebie-jeebies.

No, you come meet me. All right?

There's a line there. There's a line!

It's my home.

That's my mom.

All right? That's my mom.

No, no, no, no...

Monita.

He's late.

Speak of the devil.

What a difference a day makes, huh?

Feeling better, Eldritch?

Ah, it's incredible.

My best biochemists failed to crack the secrets of the white,

and yet, somehow, you found a way.

What have you found out about the shipment from Egypt?

Cyrus Minow is the man

who ordered me off my own ship. That's his address.

The ungrateful son of a bitch is living in my housing

under the protection of my own security personnel.

There's a key card

and Stone heart I.D.'s inside giving you access.

You know, we could pay him a visit right now.

We're not going anywhere with you. We work alone.

- Now, you listen to me... - Mr. Fet's right.

You'll only draw attention.

In the meantime, make yourself useful

and get us some more information.

I fully intend to.

But I'd appreciate a little more respect.

The worm has turned, Eldritch.

If you want more white,

you've got to earn that respect.

It could be a trap.

Palmer has everything to lose

by betraying us. I don't trust

the man, but I trust his self-preservation.

Fair enough.

What we need to find out is

if any of the Old World Ancients

have come over here to join the Master in the fight.

Would the New World Ancients know what their brothers

are up to?

I'd prefer not to go back there.

Their information is critical.

You're the only one who can speak with them.

I'll investigate.

Good. In the meantime,

Mr. Fet, let's go meet this...

Cyrus Minow.

Hold short for a left. After-landing checklist.

So what happened with the lady at the laundromat?

Told her I was a pilot, and the look on this woman's face,

I may as well have been a school bus driver.

- Haha! - Regis 753, Foxtrot short at Four left.

753. Cross Four left.

Follow the Oceanic 737 to the ramp.

753, crossing Four left, Oceanic inside.

Turning left at Foxtrot.

You just gotta remember: Most women,

they've never been to Berlin or Tokyo.

You just gotta play up your, you know, uh,

jet-setting, James-Bond kind of thing.

I don't think James Bond ever sat in a crappy-ass hotel room

watching CSI all night.

CSI...

Well, I guess that's it.

Wait. Hold on.

Look at that.

The Master's signal must have been powerful enough

to interfere with the flight systems. It might have even been

what shut down the whole...

Dutch!

You OK?

Dutch!

Are you OK?

- HOW DO YOU TURN THIS OFF? - DUTCH!

Dutch?

Dutch, wake up! Come on, wake up!

Wake up, Dutch! Open your eyes!

Come on!

Dutch?

There you go. That's it. You're all right.

What's going on?

- For a second there, I thought... - But I'm fine.

Looks like you're still feeling it, huh?

- No, just a little woozy. - I think maybe you should

- lie down for a sec... - I'm fine.

I think we should carry on working.

We really don't have to do this right now.

That was...

probably the Master's signal, right? The...

same thing that incapacitated those people on the plane.

Well, a very limited version of it,

'cause we were only playing back the audio component.

So, if we'd heard the Master's full-spectrum signal,

we'd probably be paralyzed by now.

Exactly. So it's a good thing this stereo doesn't play back microwaves.

But, come to think of it, there's no way

that this black box could record microwaves so...

That's not necessarily true.

It has a-a shitload of data

about the plane's electronic systems. There could be

a good amount of microwave data embedded in there.

Are you saying we may have a full recording of

- the Master's paralyzing signal? - Hmm. It's possible, yeah.

Well, we could use that.

Uh, disrupt their communications.

Maybe redirect it

and use it...

Yeah, maybe I will go and lie down.

I'll clean that up.

Five blocks outside the safety zone;

This is all they got for security.

I imagine their security

is actually provided by Mr. Eichhorst.

Okay, sure. Bye.

- Cyrus Minow? - Yeah?

You pissed off some people that you shouldn't have pissed off.

What was in the shipping container on the Aurora Cutlass?

I have no idea! Argh!

Well, guess this guy is, uh,

completely worthless to us, isn't he?

Go ahead.

No, wait-wait- wait-wait-wait!

All I know: It was a large wooden crate.

My job was to get it to a guy

named Sanjay Desai.

He's the one you should ask.

- He's not the one we've got. - I can take you to where I left it!

Maybe it's still there. Please!

Get your coat.

Go on.

Mama?

Mom?

Mama, are you here?

Mom?

Gus.

It's fine, Mom.

Gus.

Your mother loves you, right?

She does everything for you?

Right now, she needs you to grow up a little bit faster.

You're the man in this house now.

Your father's gone away.

It's best for everyone.

When is he coming back?

Jorge!

Your uncle Jorge and I will be coming around

more often.

But your mother needs you now.

It's time to step up.

A good man takes care of his family.

Okay?

When you last stormed out of this chamber,

you vowed never to return.

Much has changed.

I have a question. And perhaps a warning.

We are listening.

A few days ago,

the Master arranged for a piece of cargo from Egypt

to arrive here in New York via ship.

Now, the Lumen recounts

an incident some 3,000 years ago

in which an army of Egyptians managed

to seal one of your kind in a sarcophagus.

Is it possible that the cargo

that the Master has brought here is that very same Ancient?

There is a possibility.

They were most eloquent.

So,

perhaps the Master has formed an alliance

with one of your kind. Do you understand

what it means that he's not sought the same arrangement

with you?

It means he intends to do away with you.

Fortunately, the pawnbroker

has devised a plan, gleaned from the pages of the Lumen.

One does not necessarily need

to slay the Master to defeat him.

We do not trust the pawnbroker.

Then I wish you a speedy death.

Wait!

- What is your proposal? - I'm afraid it requires you

to get down off those pedestals

for something other than a captive human meal.

We are ready to listen.

I'll return this evening with instructions.

Lucky for you,

my current associates are amenable to dealing

with undesirable partners.

Knock, knock!

Some soup for you.

And, um, looking through.

Fet's personal items... Which I recommend no one do...

I found a thermometer.

Thank you. Hm.

I washed it.

I don't have a fever.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- How are you? - I'm okay.

I have a violent headache, but, uh,

obviously, it hit you harder.

Hm, it's probably an age thing.

Excuse me?

Well, it's a well-known fact

that older people lose their sensitivity to sound.

- "Older people"? - You're not that much

- younger than me, okay? - Really?

Would you like to discuss

the state of technology when you were at college?

Using UNIX, were you?

Stone tablets, nerd.

Well,

I am sorry for the hold-up. Back on it.

Hey.

If you go down, I don't have any chance of getting Zack back.

So the first order of business

is getting some nutritious food in you

and a good night's sleep.

All right? I can't do any of this without you.

Oh, I'm gonna let you, uh, eat in peace.

Gus?

Hey, Gus!

Mama's boy.

Ha! Last time we were here,

I hit this place with a dozen sticks of dynamite.

- You'd never know it. - Well, that would explain

- the delay in construction. - Where is the crate?

I left it at the loading dock.

The loading dock's on the other side of the building.

- And so is security. - This way is

less public.

Keep smiling.

You're still alive, aren't you? Lead the way.

What's wrong?

- No! No, no. - Not this way. Here!

My God.

What the hell is this place?

A blood factory.

Is this how you paid for your big-screen TV?

I swear I have never seen this place

before. I did not know what they were...

What do you want me to do, hm?

Do you want me to die? Do you want me to get turned?

They've won.

- I was just doing my job. - As said by countless

facilitators of genocide throughout time.

Do not

speak again if you wish to remain alive.

Take us to the loading dock.

I don't want to leave this place standing.

Agreed, but we have more pressing work at the moment.

Where's the crate?

- It's here. - You need to slow down.

We cannot let it escape!

Cover me!

- Get in the truck! - Yes, sir!

Get us the hell out of here!

Professor, go, go!

Do you want me to go back there? Finish them off?

Your guards will hold them off.

This cargo is far too precious to risk any delay.

Gus?

Gus?

Mom!

Cheevo!

Hey.

Life looks good on you, man.

You know. Lifting weights, knocking boys out

- in jail kept me healthy. - Ha ha ha! I hear you.

- Having a regular? - Yeah.

What you been up to these days? You still doing

that, uh, airport shuttle?

Yeah.

Feels like I'm running in place though, you know?

I hear that, man.

Hey, Cheevo.

I was looking for some work on the side, you know.

Nothing too serious, though, just,

just trying to get by. Promised my mom I'd stay out of trouble.

- You know what? - This white dude

came in yesterday; Looked like

he had cash. Said he needed someone to do some shit

around the airport.

Right here. "Thomas Eichhorst."

I promised I would take care of her.

She did so much for us.

She sacrificed everything.

Nah, man. I failed.

I don't want to see you get hurt, that's all.

It's all good.

I'm gonna burn in hell anyway, right?

Every decision I made

killed her.

I did all this shit.

We gotta get the hell out of here,

for good.

I don't know.

Somewhere far away from this city...

before it drops on us.

- What are you doing up? - Don't know.

Just thinking about how many times I've almost died

in the last few weeks.

I feel much better now.

- Good enough for one of these? - Always.

Thank you for taking care of me.

It was really quite sweet.

It's nice to see your nurturing, feminine side.

Oh, I figured you'd like that.

For a moment there, I really got lost in an old fantasy

of mine about a very butch, very bald female nurse.

But not quite the lesbian

nurse-and-patient scenario you're used to thinking about?

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

- Yeah, you're full of shit. - No, seriously, I worked

with a lot of nurses.

It's a bus man's holiday for me. Trust me.

Okay, right.

So, say there was

this really beautiful

young nurse; Topless or lingerie?

- Topless. - Okay, topless

with these... divine,

big, beautiful breasts,

and she came to look after me.

And we just start kissing.

Like,

tongues everywhere kissing.

That wouldn't do anything for you?

Meh!

All right. So,

she starts straddling me,

and my hands are just...

all over her. And then suddenly,

we just stop and look at you.

Yeah, you.

And then we start

- crawling towards you. - Crawling?

Mm-hmm. And then we're on either side of you,

and she starts

unbuttoning your shirt...

...while I undo your trousers.

And as we're doing that,

she and I lean in together,

right over you,

start kissing

and touching.

And then slowly,

our heads start moving down, down...

What is this, torture porn?

- It's your fantasy. - Fantasies are nice,

but I'm not really into the choreography.

Just one man and one woman.

It's probably a little vanilla for you.

That's not what I'm thinking.

Please report.

Our legion is spread out in the grid you suggested.

We are on the highest alert. You believe

the Ancients are located nearby?

I do.

The sun-hunters are clever and elusive,

but we've seen them surface near there before,

only to lose them each time.

The Ancients need

sustenance, yet cannot forage for themselves.

- No! No, no wait! - So when the hunters go out and search for food,

we must track them back to their lair,

but without being seen.

We will find them tonight.

What's wrong? Didn't Minow lead you to the cargo?

He did better than that.

He led us right to the facility

where they were keeping it.

On East Tremont Avenue in the Bronx.

That ring a bell?

You knew its purpose.

- Of course. - A slaughterhouse

for harvesting human beings.

How many of these blood farms are there?

In North America?

Under construction?

Perhaps 100.

I ought to cut you down where you stand.

These facilities mean

nothing if we succeed in stopping the Master.

You said they are holding the cargo

- at the Tremont facility? - They were.

They got away before we could get to it.

Loaded on a truck with your buddy.

Eichhorst riding shotgun.

Where did they take it?

- That's for you to find out. - Yes. Yes, I can do that.

And you still have no idea what was inside?

Whatever it is can't be much worse

than the monster standing before me.

So,

are you finally ready to act

- to save yourselves? - We are.

What is the meaning of this?!

- You traitor! - You did this!

- No. This is not my doing. - Nor is it my fight.

You've invited your own demise.

The Born.

What an unexpected pleasure!

Fitting that you should be here

and bear witness.

And you.

I knew the humans would be complacent,

but I never anticipated how impotent

you three would be.

You should have been masters of this world!

Kings, emperors,

gods!

Instead, you are already

so like statues to a fallen race.

This step I take

is more merciful than triumphant.

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