All language subtitles for The Strain S01E01 Night Zero

Male voice:
Hunger, a poet once said,

is the most
important thing we know,

the first lesson we learn.

But hunger can be easily
quieted down, easily satiated.

There is another force,
a different type of hunger,

an unquenchable thirst that
cannot be extinguished.

Its very existence
is what defines us,

what makes us human.

That force is love.

Pilot:
Folks, this is your captain up
in the flight deck.

We are on our final descent into
New York for an on-time arrival.

We want to thank you for
flying Regis Air

and encourage that you ask us

any connecting gate
information you may need.

We're looking at
partly cloudy skies

and may hit a little
turbulence on our approach.

(phone rings)

Not again.

Yes?

Male voice:
Rose, get back here now.

I need your help.

We're landing,
whatever it is can wait.

Now. Come now!

All right, relax.

Sir, we're landing.

Would you power off
your device?

You call this a device?

You have to
turn it off.

It's like when a cop
calls a car a "vehicle".

Or when he calls you sir when
he means "asshole".

Having a little gig in
New York coming up.

You give me three or four of
those little baby vodkas

I'll get you a front-row seat.

Turn it off,
put your seat up.

We're landing, sir.

Ma'am.

Seat backs in the
upright position.

Finally.

Pilot:
Flight attendants,
prepare for landing.

(girl speaking French)

Pilot:
On behalf of the cabin crew,

I want to take a moment
to say--

Peter, you haven't done
anything back here!

This place is a mess!

- There's something
in the plane.
- What do you mean?

- Something alive
in the cargo hold!
- Shh-shh!

Pilot:
We'd like to extend a
special thank you

to any Black Platinum Award
Members flying with us tonight

and encourage all our
passengers--

What the hell do
you mean, like a dog?

No, it's something
really, really big.

I heard it move.

A thumping underneath
the floor.

I heard it--

No, Peter, there are
no animals on the manifest.

It tried to open
the latch.

I heard a noise.

Then it moved away.

But you can
feel it moving.

Pilot:
Flight crew,
prepare for arrival.

Did you see it?

Nothing. I just think
that you were--

(loud banging)

Oh my God!

Go tell Captain Redfern!

Tell him to warn
the landing crew!

And get emergency services!

There's someone
down there!

(loud roaring)

It's gonna give!

(loud rattling)

(Rose and Peter screaming)

Male voice:
Private Delta 3-4-7, you're
clear for taxiway Foxtrot.

Private Delta 3-4-7,
clear for taxiway Foxtrot.

Regis Air 7-5-3,
this is Kennedy ground.

Regis Air 7-5-3, Kennedy ground.

Regis 7-5-3,
Kennedy ground, over.

(beeping)

What the...?

Bishop...

a Regis Air flight
out of Berlin,

the 767 widebody,

stopped on the
service apron.

What's it doing there?

Apron's dead.

That's a blind spot.

I don't know.

The plane just
went dark,

shut down,
flat-out quit.

No lights, no radio,
no nothing.

Regis 7-5-3,
Kennedy ground, over.

Regis 7-5-3- Kennedy ground,
please respond, over.

Okay, shut down Foxtrot.

Clear all the gates
and advise reroute.

How many aboard?

Almost full
flight, sir.

Passengers, crew,
about 210 souls.

Holy Jesus.

Shouldn't we wait for
first responders, sir?

(banging)

Bishop?

Bishop, wait!

Engines are shut down.

No lights.

Whoa, it's cold.

It's like a dead animal.

There's something
really wrong here.

(distant sirens approaching)

It's like it
never moved.

This looks so
much bigger

from the ground
than on the screen.

I mean, they're like
buildings with wings.

All the window shades
are shut, see that?

Bishop!

Hey, fellas.

Bishop...

Not all of them...

Scramble all emergency vehicles
to taxiway Foxtrot.

SWAT, Homeland Security?

Port Authority,
FBI, TSA, CDC.

Robbie, no one on
the tower calls home.

No one shares the news.

This is bad,
real bad.

We've got ourselves
a dead airplane.

(car horns)

Hey, buddy, you
can't park there.

There's a fire
hydrant.

It's a medical
emergency.

Oh, is it really?

It will be if I can't
get this tie on right.

You know how to
tie this?

I don't know, man,
I wear a clip-on.

You're on your own.

You waiting for
somebody?

Yeah, why?

Here's what I need
you to do.

The meter maid comes by,

you tell them it's official
CDC business, okay?

Yeah, sure thing.

Zach.

Hey, man.

Hey, dude.

You're late.

Five minutes.
It can't be helped.

Ten, Dad.

Ten? Okay.

That's wrong.

Maybe... maybe ten.

I got a good feeling
about this.

Wish us luck.

Good luck.

Five minutes.

I know, I know.
I'm sorry.

Ten.

I texted you
five times.

I wouldn't have
gotten that

'cause I don't text
when I drive.

It's not safe.

Dr. Goodweather--

Eph, please.

She gets Kelly,
my son gets Zach,

so Ephraim
or Eph, please.

Dr. Goodweather,
this is the last of six

court-appointed custody
counseling sessions.

You've been late for
four of them.

Are you gonna say that I'm late
because I don't want to be here?

You might be onto something but
I have a really good reason.

There was this outbreak
of Hantavirus

in this alphabet city
pre-school.

Which is extremely rare this far
north and east.

Dr. Goodweather,
every time you come in

you take over
the session.

Because I have
control issues, I know.

But I have to defend
myself here.

Because this might
be my last chance.

And I've thought long and hard
about this.

And it seems like you two have
created this narrative

wherein I'm the bad guy.

But why?

Because I don't want
out of my marriage.

'Cause I want things back
the way they were.

But this isn't just
about you, Eph,

what you want,
not anymore.

(cell phone vibrates)

I'm an epidemiologist.

You know, if I take time off, if
I go fly-fishing, people die.

I get that you have
an important job, Ephraim.

And you're great
at your job.

You get straight 'A's
at your job.

But I'm flunking
our marriage, is that it?

What are you writing?
Please stop writing.

How horrible am I?

You're not horrible.

You're just
barely present.

I've done everything
you've asked me to

in order to get us
back together again.

I quit drinking.

You wanted time alone
so I moved out,

against my own wishes.

I've jumped through
every hoop.

Tell me what you need.

Our time apart has only
clarified things for me.

It's allowed me to make
room in my life for Matt.

We're going to be
living together now and--

Matt, the Sears guy you were
talking about, at my house?

Matt is an operational
manager.

At Sears.

Yeah, and you
know what,

he gets straight 'A's
at his job, too.

But at home,
he's present.

Unlike you, he's always
here for both of us.

Does he drive
a green Prius?

(cell phone vibrates)

You want me to quit
my job, I'll do it.

I'll quit my job.

I don't want you
to quit for me.

I wouldn't be
quitting for you.

I'd be quitting because
of you for Zach,

so he isn't driving
around Queens

in a green goddamn Prius.

Dr. Goodweather.

It's too late, Eph.

I love you but...

How can you love me
and it be too late?

You want a guy who's
crazy about Zach?

Check.

A guy who's crazy about you?

Check.

Decent, employed.

Check, check.

(cell phone vibrates)

(another cell beeps)

Can't you see that this
is the problem, Eph?

(phones continue to vibrate
and beep)

This is who you are.

Go.

(phones continue to vibrate
and beep)

Nora, how bad is it?

Nora:
It's crazy.

I have like 12 different
agency officials

about to have a
dick-measuring contest here.

Eph:
No.

It's an international flight
docking out of Berlin.

CDC gets the first call.

I can be there in 20 minutes.

Can you keep the measuring
contest going that long?

Don't worry,
I'll show them mine.

It might just work.

Male voice:
Sorry.

I guess the meter reader didn't
see it as much of an emergency.

Matt, huh?

Yeah, that's me.

Interesting.

You know, it's too bad
I'm in such a rush, Matt.

But I'm sure I'll see you
again in my house.

You drive safe now,
you hear?

Hey, boss.

Got my milk?

Uh, yeah, here.

Homeland Security
is just desperate

to push the button on
a terror alert.

They're ready to get on that
plane right now.

Jim, terrorists
usually crash planes,

not land them and
shut them down.

What are the
911 calls saying?

There haven't
been any.

None?

Uh uh.

Dr. Goodweather!

When we flew to Chicago
last week

we sat on the tarmac
for half an hour.

People were freaking out,
texting, calling.

There've been 200 people
sitting there silently for--

Over an hour now.

Pilots?

Absolutely
no movement.

Have you done
heat readings?

Surface of the
plane is too cold.

Blocks it all
like a screen.

We got Delsar mics
attached

to the surface
of the plane,

picked up
mostly silence.

Mostly?

Well, cooling pings

from the sheet metal
contracting.

Oh, and
there's this.

(static, rustling noise)

What do you think
that is?

Rustling of some sort.

Our experts think
it's the engine shutting down

or liquids settling.

How long between
landing and shutdown?

Six minutes.

It's too short a window
for a contagious event.

So I think CDC should take
a back seat on this one.

I agree.

Do you?

Absolutely, I do.

How often do you
touch your face?

What?

In a day, how often?

I don't know,
once an hour?

Every three minutes.

You have mouth/hand contact
every five minutes.

You touch somebody else
every 20 minutes.

That's how contagion works.

You don't like
terrorists?

Try negotiating
with a virus.

A virus exists only to find
a carrier and reproduce.

That's all it does
and it does it quickly.

It has no political views,

it has no religious beliefs,
it has no cultural hang-ups.

And it has no respect
for a badge.

It has no concept
of time or geography.

It might as well be
the Middle Ages,

except for the convenience
of hitching a ride

on a metal tube flying
from meal to meal to meal.

That's how a plague begins.

So you still want to be the
first one through the door?

(sirens, woman yelling)

(rings bell)

So we heard you buy silver
without a receipt, man.

Is that right?

(rings bell again)

(chuckles)

I'm always in need of
good silver, yes.

Okay, well...

Can I get, uh,
50 for this?

It's a very nice
timepiece, indeed.

I see that the band
links have snapped.

You must have been
in a hurry taking it off.

Can I... can I get
50 for it?

I can offer you
maybe 25...

if the test is good.

Unfortunately, this is merely
silver-plated brass.

A cheap Eastern European
knock-off.

Agh!

Listen very
carefully, son!

I know your little friend
has a gun

and the hammer is cocked
but I don't care.

I can control your entire body
weight from this pressure point

and this knife is pointing
straight at your radial artery.

By the time he clears
his coat pocket,

your artery will be punctured
and sliced wide open

from top to bottom.

(whimpering)

You fall down bleeding,
I go under the counter

and your friend starts
shooting at an empty space.

I can guarantee you this--

you will bleed out before the
911 operator answers the phone.

That is option one!

Option two is, you release
the bills,

your friend gives me the gun,

he can keep the bullets,
I don't care,

and you leave this store.

Now, son, you have a choice.

(grunts)

(whimpers)

Is there anything else I can do
for you gentlemen this evening?

News anchor:
We have more now on
the developing story

out of JFK Airport
tonight.

You're looking at live video

of the airplane identified as
a Regis Air widebody jet.

It originated in Berlin

and it shut down just
moments after landing.

We are told there has been no
communication from the pilot.

All attempts to contact
the flight crew...

Berlin...

¶

("Maggie" folk song playing
on radio)

He's back.

I, uh...

I don't know if I have
the strength

to do it all over again.

This time...

I cannot fail.

Feeling hungry?

(squishing sounds)

Enjoy, dear.

(sirens)

I'm not looking forward to what
we'll see out there.

You with me?

Mysterious dead plane on the
tarmac not exciting enough?

Sorry, just another
court-mandated,

happy family therapy day.

I noticed, you
cut your hair.

You cleaned up nicely.

Did you break
out a tie?

It's in my
jacket pocket.

Did it help?

Uh, no, in fact,
it didn't.

She wants to take
Zack away from me.

And there's a...
man-child

living in my house
with my son.

Careful.

Stay focused.

You and Kelly have been
separated for a year,

and things happen.

It happened to us.

Oh, that's different.

How is it different?

It just is.

I don't think Kelly
would agree.

She doesn't know.
I never told her.

You didn't?

No, she...

she filed so
I didn't tell her.

She doesn't know.

You really know nothing about
women, do you?

¶

(urgent chatter)

Okay, boss...

ready to go through the
looking glass?

Eph:
Ready, Jim.

I got your milk.

Keep it cold 'til I come back.

Oh my God...

Jim, do you see this?

It's every passenger.
Everyone on the plane.

Yeah.

We're seeing it.

Eph:
They're all dead.

Jim:
What is it, Eph?
What killed them?

No signs of struggle.

No signs of blistering
or chemical agents.

No bruising.

Eph:
Not seeing discoloration...

no markings.

Shit, what is it?

Something sudden, painless.

All the window shades are closed
except for this one.

Jim:
Is it a gas leak?
Is it chemical?

Nora:
The Hazmat Cat's picking up
high levels of ammonia.

Nothing deadly, though.

There shouldn't be any ammonia
in the plane systems.

Jim, check the cargo
manifest.

Got it.

I need a cargo manifest.

What about the Geiger?

It's negative, Jim.

No visible signs of trauma.

(music heard through ear buds)

(shuts music off)

No bloating.

Tongue and soft palate
appear pale, almost white.

Eyes are clear.

The skin is dry, it's inelastic.

There's no frothing,
no nosebleeds.

There's no signs
of struggle.

Almost peaceful.

Let's try the
UV lights.

My God,
what is this?

Nora:
Are you getting this?

Eph:
These patterns are everywhere.

All over the cabin.

They're only visible
under UV light.

Nora:
The pattern is biological.

Probably where the ammonia
is coming from.

I'm taking samples.

You take the front galley,
I'll take the rear.

Jimbo...

what is this?

Jim:
No, "Jimbo, please"?

Um, that's the cargo
compartment.

Have it emptied.

Take each piece of luggage

and check it for biological
agents and ammonia spectrum.

Jim:
Got it.

Jim...

the cockpit door just opened.

Jim:
It should be locked.

Nora, that door's not supposed
to be open.

Just going to take
a quick look.

Jim: Alright, I want you to
back out of there right now,
okay?

That door is supposed
to be locked.

You shouldn't be in there
alone.

Nora, can you hear me?

Eph!

The door to the cockpit
is open.

Nora is inside.

Nora? Eph?

Come on, guys,
somebody talk to me!

(gasps)

(panting)

Nora, I'm coming!

(gasping)

Help me!

Lady, get the light
outta my face.

(coughing)

Jim:
I'm sending in SWAT!

No, Jim, send paramedics!

We've got survivors!

Mr. Palmer...

Shh! It's his
dialysis session.

He's asleep.

Well, then
wake him up.

When he's ready.

Now.

In time.

Automated voice:
Dialysis complete.

How long have you worked for
Stoneheart, Mr. Fitzwilliam?

All my life, sir.

Mr. Palmer aided me
and my brothers

after my father passed.

Gratitude, what
an effective leash.

Herr Eichhorst...

Mr. Palmer, Herr Eichhorst is
here to pay his respects.

I'll be outside
if you need me.

You may notice how chilly it
has gotten in here, Eichhorst.

Twenty full degrees cooler
than the rest of the building.

But not too cold
for you, I trust.

Of course, it can't be
too cold for you, can it?

The cargo has
arrived safely

and all four survivors
have been found.

Throughout my life

I've learned what it
feels to cross a line,

to do things.

Things that cannot
be undone.

That line--

it has been crossed
now, hasn't it?

Your breath--

I'll never
get used to...

Yes, even I miss breathing
sometimes.

(urgent chatter)

Here we go.

(siren)

Eph:
Leave it to me,
it won't be long.

Everett.

Eph.

How bad is it?

Jim:
The NTSB has taken over a
refrigerated chemical warehouse

in the Bronx.

They've turned it into a fully
contained mass casualty morgue.

That's not
necessary, Everett.

These bags are
triple-sealed.

I'm handing a dozen
bodies over to the CME

four from each section
of the plane

for autopsies.

And the four survivors?

I've secured the isolation
rooms at a local hospital.

We need to move them
there right away.

Of course. I'm sure
they'll comply.

Comply? I'm not
asking them.

Invoking the Health Powers Act,
those four survivors stay.

Quarantine?

It's within the powers of the
CDC, Everett, you know that.

Look, if you quarantine

I need you to meet
with the next of kin.

Reassure them the
CDC's on the case.

Fine.

We're trying to figure
out what happened,

what caused this.

- Isn't that what's
most important?
- Yes, of course.

But it's also important we don't
have full-tilt panic.

These people need to hear from
someone in the field.

We don't know
anything yet.

You two figure this out.
I don't have time for this shit.

- Jim?
- Yeah.

When he talks
to the families,

I want no press,
Everett.

No press, I promise.

Okay, you're telling
me only four people

survived this plane crash?

Ms. Luss--

It's Mrs. Luss.

Mrs. Luss, there was
no crash.

An unidentified agent

killed all of the
remaining passengers.

Any information you can give
us would be of great help.

Of great help to who?

To us, ma'am, the CDC.

Okay, well, I'm no
ordinary passenger.

I'm Joan Luss.

I'm an attorney... of
Matloff, Luss and Hayum.

So all that information
that you're collecting

you're going to need
to get to me.

Personally--

What are you doing?

Don't seal me in,
I'm talking to you.

Excuse me, little miss.
Don't you walk away from me.

I am Joan Luss.

Captain Redfern, this is my
colleague, Dr. Martinez.

What happened
on my plane?

That's what we came
to ask you.

Now, I want you to try to
recall, as best you can--

fresh cut grass, garlic,
green apple--

do you remember smelling any
of these odors

before you passed out?

What? Grass? Apples?

Mnemonic odors, the way our
brain reads chemicals.

Phosphine gas, colorless,
smells like garlic.

Or phosgene very toxic,
smells like freshly cut grass.

I remember landing
the plane

and turning onto
the taxiway.

And then...

I don't remember
anything else.

Eph, can I get
you for a sec?

Oh, thank God,
you're here.

I was just
telling him

I have this noise
in my head

like a hum.

Could you have someone
look at my ears again?

We'll have somebody perform
a full battery of tests.

But for now you need to stay
inside this tent, Mr. Barbour.

You don't understand.

My wife is gonna panic
if I don't call soon.

I need to call home.

Hey, you.

You're the guy I gotta
talk to around here?

Uh, yeah, I think so.

How about some
Demerol, Doc, huh?

And what time's that
refreshment cart swing by, uh?

Mr. Bolivar, what is the
last thing that you remember

before landing?

I don't know, uh...

flickering lights,
maybe.

I black out sometimes.

Those cuts on your arm?

Oh, these?

Yeah, I cut.

For the fans.

Tell me, these tattoos,
occult, satanic things

is this really part of
your belief system?

You're kidding, Doc?

My father's a
Baptist minister.

I'm in it for the pussy.

Eph.

There's something you have to
see in the cargo area,

right now.

Okay, let's go.

Who un-crated this thing?

No one.

This was how
it came out.

No straps,
no containment wrap.

Well, what is it?

What's inside
of it?

No one's opened
it yet.

But, what does it
say in the manifest?

It's not on
the manifest.

You got golf clubs,
kayaks, machine parts

40 generators,
10,000 condoms

10 plasma TVs,
but no box.

Nora:
Looks like a coffin,
doesn't it?

Coffin?
It's nine feet tall.

It's old.

It's hand carved,
it's not machined.

Jim:
Hey, guys, over here.

Guys, look, we swabbed it,
we ran the Geiger,

we did samples of the air and
everything is fine.

But the NTSB was
crystal clear

they didn't want us
to touch anything.

Help me open it.

Okay.

Nora:
Soil.

Why would someone
ship a box of soil?

What are the chances of someone
loading this

unchecked and unlisted?

Something this size in
a flight bound for the US?

Impossible.

Not in today's
world.

Jim, get samples from
the top, mid, bottom

plastic seal it.

No one goes near this,

not Customs, not Homeland
Security, nobody.

Nora:
Eph, look.

It's a latch.

Why would anyone put a latch
on the inside?

Call Berlin.

There's gotta be
a record of this.

Somebody put this
on the plane.

We just have to
find out who.

TV Reporter:
A lot of confusion here tonight

at JFK International Airport,
Nestor.

Officials with the Centers for
Disease Control--

Any man who doesn't put
your mom first

is out-of-his-mind crazy.
Right, Z?

TV Reporter:
...multiple casualties,

I repeat, multiple casualties

aboard the stalled airliner,
Regis Air flight 753.

Tonight was a
big step for you.

Shh!

TV Report:
...what caused the fatalities.

As you can see, behind me

officials with the CDC
are on the scene.

But whether this is any
indication of a biological
contamination--

Terrorists, it has to be.

What do you
think, Z?

Whatever it is,
my dad will handle it.

Good night.

Good night,
sweetheart.

TV Reporter:
...what caused the
fatalities...

And I need the master list
of passengers

with their points of
embarkation.

Also every place where
that plane landed.

Eph...

the families are
waiting.

You know this is all about him
covering his own ass, right?

Just talk to them like you'd
like to be talked to.

Tell them what you'd
like to hear.

Whatever happens
I'll be there.

(speaking German)

(faint roaring,
high-pitch buzzing)

Hey, you hear that?

No. Sorry, nothing.

(faint male voices)

(low rumbling, male voices)

(low rumbling)

What the...?

(screeching roar)

Agghh!

(gurgling)

(crying out in pain)

(crushing blows)

(indistinct muttering)

¶

You got hands,
homeboy.

Knocking boys out every day
when I was locked up.

Raised all the time
like Mayweather.

When I go pro

and I get rich,
I'll let you wash my car.

I'll let him be
my driver.

Wooo!

That was it, you gonna
sleep for a week.

Greatest of all time, baby,
greatest of all time.

You are avoiding
me, Gus.

This guy...

Just like that?

Just appear out
of nowhere?

Reminds me of
my ex, huh?

(chuckles)

Now I'm gonna tell you
like I told her,

how you find
me, bitch?

I'll catch up to you
in a little bit, man.

We good.

Wassup?

As we agreed

you will pick up the
vehicle at the airport.

The airport?

The whole place
is on lock.

You don't watch
the news, white boy?

You will enter through
a service staircase

get the vehicle.

When you get to
a barricade

you will be
let through.

It's all arranged.

It's all arranged?

Calm down, double oh seven.

I never let you
down before.

This is different.

I need to make sure

you follow my
instructions precisely.

Your brother's
criminal record

and your mother's
immigration status.

If this is a threat

you just made
a mistake, puto.

It is not a threat.
It is more a reward.

The rest of your fee
is in the glove box.

Destination is
pre-programmed

on the GPS in
the vehicle.

I get picked up driving a
stolen van, that's it, bro.

They gonna send me back
to the bull pen.

I can't go back.

Can't do it, man.

It is not stolen.

You will be
let through

and at the end of it

your mother's immigration
status will be fixed.

Your brother's criminal
record erased.

I do this for you,
that's it, I'm done.

Lose my number
and my address.

I'm trying to do the right
thing by my mother now.

'Cause if anything
happens to her

I mean, anything...

I'll kill your
waxy ass.

Three rules--

you will not examine
the cargo.

You will not
make any stops.

And you will cross
the bridge

back into Manhattan
before daybreak.

Do you understand?

In English then,
the three rules.

Screw you.

Suck my dick.

I'll get it done.

(airport terminal PA chatter)

(crowd: urgent chatter)

Female yelling:
My daughter was on that flight!

Fans chanting:
Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar!

Sir, this area of the
airport is closed.

You have to wait back there
with everybody else.

Hey, settle down, will ya!

Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar!

¶

Police officer:
Hey, sir! Sir!

Sir!

It's alright, sorry, just
go get a wheelchair.

He's a medical.

You all right?

Sir, what do you
have here?

You have... Coumadin.

You got a heart
condition?

Are you all right?

Are you in charge?

What?

I need to talk to
someone about that plane.

I recognize some of these names
in First Class.

That never helps.

Look, Eph, just
introduce yourself

and tell them
we're on it.

You'll do great.

Go on.

(crowd: urgent chatter)

(reporters: indistinct shouting)

When you said no press,
I almost believed you.

I'm Ephraim Goodweather.

I'm the Chief Medical Officer

for the Centers for Disease
Control here in New York.

I have been asked to
introduce myself

and to give you
a preliminary update on--

Reporter:
How many survivors?

(reporters: indistinct shouting)

Please...

Please, please, please...

(shouting stops)

I think I'm supposed to stand
here and somehow reassure you.

I can't do that.

Two hundred and six passengers

on Regis Air flight 753
are dead.

And we don't know why.

Four passengers survived,
and we don't know why.

What I can tell you

having been the first to board
the plane

is that they all appeared to
have died peacefully

without distress.

That's the only comfort I can
give you at this time.

(crowd: quiet sobbing)

You want answers

real answers to what happened on
that plane and so do I.

And I won't quite until
we're all satisfied.

Man:
I don't care about your
promises!

I want my daughter back!

All you do is talk and talk!
That's all you do!

(crowd: muttering)

This is my daughter.

My daughter, Emma!

And I want to see her again,
dead, alive.

I'm her father!

Don't you have children
of your own?

Don't you have a heart?

Forty-eight hours,
I'll get your answers.

It's the best
I can do.

No!

(crowd: indistinct shouting)

Jesus! Goodweather, what
are you doing to me here?

Eph:
Just tell me what you have.

I'm just getting into it now.

I haven't finished cutting
all of them yet.

Just give me
anything you can.

Bennett:
Okay, top of the charts...

is here.

Can you see this here?

Yeah, what is that?

It's an incision.

Deep enough to puncture one wall
of the carotid artery

without rupturing it.

Razor sharp, clean cut,
no bruising, no trauma.

There's no instrument
that can do that.

Not that I'm aware of, anyway,
not with this precision.

Anything else?

Gets way more interesting.

A spot check of six other
corpses revealed the same thing.

The exact same wound,
in the exact same place.

Are you telling me

that the other passengers
have the same incision?

Or puncture.

Yes, all the ones
I've looked at so far.

There is one more intriguing
abnormality.

Eph:
I don't... what the hell
am I looking at?

Nora:
On our screen
that looks white.

Because it is white and
opalescent.

Nora:
Blood proteins
are separating.

No, in fact, there's a complete
absence of hypostasis.

No blood pooling anywhere.

And an absolute absence of
erythrocytes.

I'll know more once I cut into
the liver and kidneys but...

I'm sorry to
do this to you

but you're gonna have to
do the preliminary alone.

I don't want any of this
leaking to the press.

Okay, buddy,
but you'll owe me.

For the rest
of my life.

Shit.

Eph! I'm sorry
but I think

you're gonna want
to talk to this man.

Dr. Goodweather, my name
is Abraham Setrakian.

It's very nice
to meet you.

I can't talk
right now.

Eph, he says he has some insight
into the outbreak here.

Great.

Mr. Kent, here, can take
down your information--

Time is of the
essence, Doctor.

It certainly is.
Jim...

Eph...

You have to
listen to me.

I have seen this
disease before.

I have faced it
before.

You... you must
contain it.

You've seen it before?

I assure you we're taking
every available precaution.

You're not.
You can't.

And he is counting
on that.

"He?"

It is too much to say
all at once here

without sounding crazy.

No, of course not.

Uh, Jim, we're going
to the cargo hold.

Please take care of
this gentleman for me.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Just come with me.

The bodies!

They're not decomposing
normally, yes?!

The tissues are
still pliable.

- How do you know that?
- Nora, Nora...

Listen to me now.

What I am about to say
I do not say lightly.

All the passengers
on that plane

dead and alive...

they must be destroyed.

Destroyed? Okay.

Here you go, fellas.

Feel better.

The heads must be severed!

The bodies burned,
destroyed!

Doctor, did you find
the coffin?

If you have the coffin then
you still have him!

It is not too late!

Destroy the coffin!

Do not allow it
across the river!

As advised by
Doctor Goodweather

I will examine the body under
UV light.

¶

Nora:
How did that old man
know about the coffin?

Eph:
You mean
the cabinet?

He called it
a coffin.

I know what
he called it.

He also told us to destroy
206 bodies.

And he had a sword.

Nora.

What?

What the hell
is that?

Looks like a
horsehair worm

or a Dirofilaria
immitis.

Body is simple.
It's just collagen.

Degenerate non-functional
digestive system.

Look at that.

It's beautiful.

It's looking for a host,
it's desperate.

So it's not airborne.

That's the carrier.

Eph, look.

Soil.

Hey!

Where's that cabinet?

What cabinet?

Eph:
There, right there.

Rewind.

Can you go slower,
frame by frame?

There must be a gap
or a cut.

No, there's not cut.

Watch the time code.

Two seconds. Go back.

Eph:
Start there.

Wait, wait.

There.

Eph:
What's that
distortion?

Foreman:
I don't know.

It grabs the box
and lifts it off...

up...

That box was
500 pounds.

Nothing could lift
it up like that.

The old man said, "If you have
the coffin, you still have him."

Him.

This footage is only seven
minutes old.

The box is still
in the airport.

Uh huh.

What the hell is that?

Crazy ass white boy.

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

¶

Come on, come on,
pick up.

Jim, where are you
right now?

At the main garage door
funneling traffic out.

Stop it, stop it!
Stop everyone.

This is an emergency.

You need to seal off the
perimeter of the airport.

That box...

Remember the box
with the markings on it?

Yeah, yeah,
the Berlin cargo omit.

That's the one.

Now listen carefully, Jim.

We need to stop all vehicles big
enough to hold it.

No vans, no trucks, nothing.

No big vehicles.
No exceptions.

Okay, no big vehicles in or out
of the security zone. Got it.

Right, everybody listen up.

I want none of these trucks

big-sized vehicles released
without my authorization.

C'mon...

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

¶

Pull up there, sir,
I'll be right with you.

Shit! Shit, shit!

ID and permit.

Oh, yeah, man.

Crazy what's
happening, huh?

What do you want me
to do with this?

(dog barking)

Step out of the vehicle,
open the cargo area, sir.

Step out of
the vehicle--

- Get the light out of my face!
- Step out of the vehicle.

Can I get my
seat belt?

Hey. What's going
on here?

I asked for ID,
he gave me this.

Oh, well, this is
one of our vehicles.

You can let
him through.

Sir?

I said, let
him through.

You tell those sons
of bitches I'm done.

I came through for them
but now I am done.

You got it?

Okay, go.

(electric saw buzzing)

Bennett:
I have now removed the chest
plate of one of the subjects

and found...

abnormal neoplasms
in the heart, liver...

and kidneys.

The growths do not seem like
oncological aberrations

but almost like new, fully
functional organs.

("Sweet Caroline" playing
on radio)

(loud clatter)

(hinge squeaks)

(squishing sound)

(gasps)

(panting)

What?!

No!

Ah!

(loud clatter)

(gasping)

(grunting)

Agh!

(growling)

(gasping)

(roaring, squealing)

("Sweet Caroline" continues
playing on radio)

(sirens)

Sorry, Eph. Nothing.

You got anything here?

Just trying to figure out

how a 500-pound, 9-foot tall
coffin got up and walked away.

You called it
a coffin.

We'll get a break.

We always do.

We just gotta find
some place to start.

This is where
we start.

What the hell
are those?

Something new.

¶

S-E-T-R-A-K-I-A-N.

Setrakian?

What is...
what is that?

Armenian.

Is that where
you're from?

At one time...

How soon may I leave?

Well, nothing happens
'til Monday.

The charges are
filed then.

It's almost
dawn now.

(prisoners: shouting)

Are you the librarian?

Oh...

That's some ancient
ink you got there, old man.

What is it, numbers?

Yeah, numbers.

Mean anything?

Only to me.

Everything went
as planned.

Eichhorst:
Love is going to guide
them all back

to their homes,
to their loved ones.

Palmer:
Curious detail--

an old man with a sword was
arrested at the airport.

The Jew.

He's still at it.

After all these years.

You must admire
him for that.

I'll take care of him.

I look out upon
this island

and I savor what
is to come--

purity.

Mr. Fitzwilliam...

a sentimental man

would venture out
into the city tonight

to walk these streets
one last time...

before the fall.

Do you require
anything else, sir?

No.

For the first
time in my life

I have everything
I need.

¶

(Latino hip hop
playing on radio)

(phone rings)

Hello?

(speaking Spanish)

Huh? No, Mommy, no.

I'm not smoking.
You kidding me or what?

I'm working.

Just called to check in to see
what you're up to.

Is Crispin home?

He is.

(speaking Spanish)

Mama, one beer left.

Why do you do
this to me?

How many times do
I gotta tell you?

I'm making his breakfast.

Gus:
I'm getting on the bridge now.

I'll be home in an hour.

Mama:
Okay.

(speaking Spanish)

I don't know what you are but
you're bringing me good luck.

(singing along with radio
in Spanish)

Setrakian:
Love, you see, is the one force
that cannot be explained

cannot be broken down
into a chemical process.

It is the beacon that
guides us back home

when no one is there

and the light
that illuminates our loss.

Its absence robs us of
all pleasure

of our capacity for joy.

It makes our nights darker and
our days gloomier.

But when we find love

no matter how wrong, how sad
or how terrible

we cling to it.

It gives us our strength.

It holds us upright.

It feeds on us
and we feed on it.

(sobbing)
Emma... Emma...

(tap on window)

(wind whistles)

(speaking French)

(crying) Emma...

Oh, baby...

(speaking French)

Setrakian:
Love is our grace.

Love is our downfall.