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[Reggie] Previously on The Strain...

| know you're hungry, okay? Here.

[hissing]

That's my mom, Angel.

| can't do It. She's in there, okay?

Angel, put the gun down!

[gunshots]

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

This is a sampling of all strigol 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.

[Goodweather] JFK Airport. [Kirsten] The black box.

They might still have his voice on there.

| found out something else.

You're bluffing.

A vessel, owned by Stoneheart.

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 | give you this,

you will help us track it down?

[Palmer] Give me the white.

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

| think you're gonna be very pleased.

[eerie music]

[metal squeaking]

[squealing]

Shut it off!

What is this?

This? 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 purposes, no.

There's no particular difference, sir.

[screams]

You see the difference now?

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.

[groaning]

[lever pulled] [struggling]

[suction pumps filling]

The Incinerator IS not quite up and running yet.

| trust it will be soon enough.

We don't want these things piling up, now, do we?

No, of course. Of course, sir.

It'll be up, running.

Very soon. And the time?

It's two...

Two minutes, 17.

53 seconds longer than reported.

You were right. We'll be making adjustments.

Very good.

And In the meantime, you and |

have other important business to attend to.

[theme music playing]

[people blabbering]

[Gus] Watch out, excuse me.

Excuse me, excuse me!

Watch out. Let us through.

You're not gonna die, all right?

Watch out, watch out.

Come on, we're almost there.

Hi, there. Welcome to the Freedom Center.

Is this a medical emergency? You tell me.

Yes, | see. Let's get you checked in to be treated.

You can start the ID 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 | don't gotta fill this out.

We strongly recommend that everyone register. That way--

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

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. | 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.

Come on, sit down.

[announcement over PA]

Are you sure you wanna fill this out?

This Is bullshit.

This Is worse than Harlem Hospital ER on a Saturday night.

[speaking Spanish]

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, | can't do this.

This place gives me the heebie-jeebies.

No, you come meet me. All right?

This is my home.

That's my mom.

All right? That's my mom.

He's late.

[siren walling]

Speak of the devil.

What a difference a day makes.

Feeling better, Eldritch?

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 Minnow 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 keycard and Stoneheart IDs inside, giving you access.

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

I'm 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.

| 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.

[Quinlan] It could be a trap.

Palmer has everything to lose by betraying us.

| don't trust the man, but | 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?

| prefer not to go back there.

[Setrakian] 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 Minnow.

[man 1] Foxtrot Alpha, right on Foxtrot, hold short, four left.

[man 2] After-landing checklist.

Iman 1] So what happened with the lady at the laundromat?

Iman 2] Told her | was a pilot.

The look on this woman's face,

| may as well have been a school bus driver.

[man 1] Regis 753, Foxtrot short at four left.

[man 3] 753, cross four left.

Follow the Oceanic 737 to the ramp.

[man 1] 753, crossing four left, Oceanic in sight.

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, jet-setting, James Bond kind of thing.

[man 2] | don't think James Bond ever sat In a crappy-ass hotel room,

watching CSI all night.

CSI dubbed in-- [sudden scream]

Well, | 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...

[eerie sound]

[eerie sound continues]

Dutch?

You okay?

Dutch?

You okay?

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, | thought... I'm fine.

Looks like you're still feeling it.

No, I'm just a little woozy.

| think maybe you should lle down for a second. I'm fine.

| think we should carry on working.

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

That is

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 had the Master's full spectrum signal,

we'd probably be paralyzed by now.

Exactly. So it's a good thing

this stereo doesn't playback microwaves.

Come to think of It, there's no way

that this black box could record microwaves.

That's not necessarily true.

It has 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?

It's possible, yeah.

We could use that.

Disrupt their communications, maybe redirect It.

And use it...

[retching]

Yeah, maybe | will go and lie down.

I'll clean that up.

Five blocks outside the safety zone,

and this is all they got for security.

| imagine their security Is actually provided by Mr. Eichhorst.

[door opening]

[knocking]

[door opening]

Cyrus Minnow?

Yeah.

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

What was In the shipping container on the Aurora Cutlass?

| have no idea!

| guess this guy Is completely worthless to us, isn't he?

Go ahead.

No, wait, wait!

All | 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.

| can take you to where | left It.

Maybe it's still there. Please.

Get your coat.

Go on.

[footsteps]

Mama?

Mom?

[floor creaking]

Mom, are you here?

Mom?

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

[door slamming]

[speaking Spanish]

It's fine, Mom.

[water falling]

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.

[light music playing]

Your Uncle Jorge and | 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?

[footsteps]

When you last stormed out of this chamber, you vowed never to return.

Much has changed.

| 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?

[growling]

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?

[growling continues]

It means he intends to do away with you.

Fortunately, the pawn broker 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 pawn broker.

Then | wish you a speedy death.

[growl] 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.

[growl]

[footsteps receding]

Knock, knock.

Got some soup for you.

And looking through Fet's personal items,

which | recommend no one do,

| found a thermometer.

Thank you.

| washed It.

| don't have a fever.

[spoon dropping]

I'm fine.

How are you?

I'm okay, | have a violent headache,

but obviously, it hit you harder.

It's probably an age thing.

Excuse me?

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?

And would you like to discuss

the state of technology when you were at college?

Using Unix, were you?

Stone tablets, nerd.

[chuckling]

| am sorry for the hold up. Back on it.

Hey.

If you go down, | 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? | can't do any of this without you.

I'll go down and let you eat in peace.

[footsteps receding]

[door opening]

Gus.

[door closing]

[footsteps]

Hey, Gus.

Mama's boy.

[deep sigh]

Last time we were here,

| hit this place with a dozen sticks of dynamite.

You'd never know It.

Well, that would explain the delay in construction.

Where's the crate?

| left it at the loading dock.

Loading dock's on the other side of the building.

And so Is security. This way Is less public.

Keep smiling.

Still alive, aren't you? Lead the way.

[door buzzes]

[Fet] What's wrong?

[Minnow] No! Not this way. Here.

My God.

[Fet] What the hell IS this place?

A blood factory.

Is this how you pay for your big screen TV?

| swear, | have never seen this place before.

| did not know what they--

What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to die?

Do you want me to get turned? They've won.

| 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.

| don't wanna leave this place standing.

[Setrakian] Agreed, though we have more pressing work at the moment.

Where's the crate?

It's here.

[distant sirens]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

We cannot let it escape.

[shooting continues]

Cover me.

[shooting continues]

Get in the truck! Yes, sir!

Get us the hell out of here!

Professor, go, go!

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.

[light growling and footsteps]

Gus?

Gus?

[growling]

[eerie sound]

Mom!

[snarling]

[gunshot]

Cheevo.

Hey. Life looks good on you, man.

You know, lifting weights, knocking boys out in jail kept me healthy.

[chuckling]

Having the regular? Yeah.

What you been up to these days?

You still doing that airport shuttle?

Yeah.

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

| hear that, man.

Hey, Cheevo.

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

Nothing too serious, though, 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.

| promised | would take care of her.

She did so much for us.

She sacrificed everything.

Nah, man, | failed.

| 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've made.

| killed her.

| did all this shit.

We gotta get the hell out of here.

For good.

| 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.

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.

| figured you'd like that.

For a moment there | really got lost In

an old fantasy of mine about a very butch, very bold female nurse.

Well, not quite the lesbian nurse and patient scenario

you're used to thinking about.

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

Yeah, you're full of shit. No, seriously.

I've 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. Yeah, 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?

All right.

So, she starts straddling me.

And my hands are just

all over her. Then suddenly we just stop

and look at you.

Yeah, you.

And then we start crawling towards you.

Crawling?

And then we're on either side of you.

And she starts unbuttoning your shirt...

while | undo your trousers.

And as we're doing that

she and | lean In together

right over you.

We 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 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 has spread out on the grid you suggested.

We are on highest alert.

You believe the Ancients are located nearby?

| 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.

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.

[snarling]

What's wrong? Didn't Minnow 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.

| ought to cut you down where you stand.

[swords drawn]

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 1t?

That's for you to find out.

Yes, | can do that.

And you still have no idea what was inside?

Whatever it Is,

It can't be much worse than the monster standing before me.

So, are you finally ready to act to save yourselves?

We are.

[growling]

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.

Number one,

what an unexpected pleasure.

Fitting that you should be here and bear witness.

And you,

| knew the humans would be complacent.

But | 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 | take IS more merciful than triumphant.

[alarm beeping]

[squealing]

[beeping continues]

[creatures squealing and struggling]

[squealing and struggling continues]

[groans and squeals continue]

[distant explosion]

[theme music playing]