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Previously on Van Helsing...

I got this female DB and when I checked her blood,

it was acting like it was still alive.

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

- Jesus, Grace, I'm your sister. - It's classified.

- You're a traitor. - I didn't know.

Now you'll lead me to the others.

We got trouble.

A vampire tooth. Must have been what was poisoning her.

Dmitri's death squad, the elite.

Bring the woman to me!

It's time to abandon ship.

Guys! Guys! Guys! Wait for me!

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

Do you like this place?

Yeah. It's been a long time since I slept in a bed like that.

Not since... before.

It can be yours now.

If you want.

Your life can be good.

Or not.

Let me show you.

So many of them.

Are they human? I mean, they look like it, but...

Almost there. Stay with me! Stay with me!

We ourselves cannot give birth.

With a bite, I can give centuries of life, but I cannot create it.

- Not yet at least. - Keep pushing! Bear down!

My God!

We did... everything we could.

Our calculations must have been...

Please... Please don't...

Please. Please.

No. No, no!

No! No! No!

No! Please! No!

What happens to the mother?

Like the others, she becomes a feedbag.

I grow tired of your failures.

I'll try again.

I can learn... from this.

Please...

You won't disappoint me like that, will you?

No. Never.

Do my bidding or I'm sure you'll make an excellent vessel.

I'm just stating the obvious, OK?

It doesn't need to turn into some big thing between us.

It's a bit of a bitch when you put it the way you do.

What way? You mean the truth?

- Yeah, something like that. - Look, it's pretty simple, OK?

If we make it to the base and it's still up and running,

I might not make it out alive.

Who knows what they wanted me for before you got stuck with me?

Hell if I know. It's gotta be a cure though, right?

I mean, they had to think that you were gonna help with this mess somehow

or they wouldn't have committed so much manpower to keeping you alive.

And I never felt "stuck" with you, for what it's worth.

Axel.

You know what I'm saying.

Yeah, I do. I hear you.

What the hell was that?

Bells, bells.

What the hell?!

- Sorry. - John?!

- Sorry, I... - You're trying to sneak a peek?

No, no, no, no. I just wanted to do what you're doing. I... I wouldn't...

I don't mean to be intrusive. I wouldn't do that.

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Alright, well...

It has to be something.

They don't make that sound on their own, they just don't.

- You ever heard of wind? - Wind?

Do you feel like there's a hurricane around here somewhere?

A little wind isn't gonna push around church bells. It's impossible.

Listen. Listen.

OK, so there's a church. And people are there.

What good does that do us?

It's other people. People we can make contact with.

Other people? Like people laying a trap. Our mission is to get to the base,

not wander around the woods looking for God knows what.

From who? Who gave you this mission?

You were supposed to be taking care of the hospital.

Like you're supposed to take care of these two.

I'm a marine, asshole. I know what I'm supposed to do

once we evacuated the hospital!

- It got overrun, we almost died. - Yeah, whatever.

OK, I need to get this woman to the base.

This is my vehicle, that's what I'm gonna do.

How do we know the base is there? How do we know?

Look, if we get there and there's no one,

then we can go chasing church bells.

- OK? It'll be great. - Fine. Then it doesn't matter.

What do you think, Vanessa?

I think we need to make a decision.

What about a vote?

Well, if my vote means anything,

my sister used to work at the base as well.

I'm pretty sure she's the one who sent you in to begin with.

Wait, your sister sent the marines?

Something like that. As soon as I told her about you, yes.

I say we go there. Check it out.

I thought we were putting it to a vote.

End of discussion, I guess.

This is it?

Yeah.

- Now what? - Now we walk.

- Walk? Why would we walk? - We've got no choice.

Does it look like Wanda's gonna make it through that mess?

Why would we get out of the vehicle? We got a perfectly...

This isn't a military vehicle. She won't get through that shit.

We gotta protect her for later. Come on, people. Let's go.

- You OK? - I'll make it.

It's about a half-mile to the base.

Everybody, stick close, watch each other's six.

Get down!

What the hell was that?

- Landmines. - Great.

Must have been a last-ditch effort to protect the place.

We never had landmines before.

We need to move.

Copy that. Better get to the base, hope for the best.

We could have stayed inside the vehicle, hunkered down and waited like I said.

- And then what? - Or we could keep walking.

Well, unless you sprouted wings reading that Jesus book of yours,

walking is the best way in, big guy.

Are you serious?

You've gotta be kidding me!

Split up, I guess. I'll stay with you.

Stay close, boys and girls. This is gonna have to be home tonight.

How you doing, old girl? I missed you.

Hey. It's the best one I could find.

Thank you.

- Need anything else? - No.

There's not much in the way of food

but I got one of those little fruit cocktail thingies.

- Got the cherries in it. The good kind. - No, it's OK. I mean, with the others,

I don't want to eat all the can by myself.

I'm just saying if you twisted my rubber arm,

I might share it with you, that's all.

Maybe later.

How's it look?

Good.

- Like the old you. - I look old?

Shut up!

Let me see those.

Alright, y'all.

I got first watch.

Good night, Van.

Who am I kidding? I got all the goddamn watches.

What the hell was that?

You know what it was.

OK, OK, OK.

Yeah, but there's no bodies up here. That we can see, anyway.

No fires, nothing.

So what does that mean?

So there's nothing that suggests the place was overrun or whatever,

so what the hell happened to everybody?

What does it matter? There's nobody here.

- I'm just saying. - Saying what?

- Say it. - Nothing.

Exactly.

Maybe they'll be back.

Why would you think that?

Well, I don't know, maybe they're off fighting somewhere

and then they'll come back eventually.

Well, surely they would leave somebody here

if that were the case, right?

Not necessarily.

Well, why wouldn't they? With all this stuff here?

Of course they would.

- People died here, I can feel it. - Oh, that's great. Thanks.

You win the creepy story of the morning award.

Don't turn away, John. If you have something to say,

why not say it to my face?

You're creepy.

Hey, hey.

Where you been?

Oh, you know, the few, the proud, the insomniacs.

Checking the perimeter, seeing what's what.

- Anything? - Not yet.

Just did the outside tour though. Still got the building to take care of.

Alright, we should spread out and do it in pairs.

It'll be faster that way.

Alright. As long as you stick together. I'm still good doing my own thing.

Susan, you go with John. Doc, you're with me.

This is my sister's office.

Jesus.

What the...?

This is not what I was expecting.

Whenever we would Skype, it was always from this direction.

So this sister of yours...

- Grace. - Grace, right.

What does she do, exactly?

I'm not entirely sure anymore.

Take a guess.

Research for the military. Some sort of experimental program.

She didn't talk much about it.

- But you told her about me. - Well, I sent in your blood work.

She got all weird. Next thing I knew, the cavalry arrived.

She did say something about an advisory coming in from the Pentagon?

Something about this, it doesn't add up.

Oh, my God.

I gave this to her.

Funny how a little thing like this survives.

Unidentified female, Seattle Valley General Hospital.

- This must be me. - Yeah, I sent that in.

That's your blood work.

This is my file. It's empty.

"File 281. The Farm."

Did your sister ever say anything to you about The Farm?

No.

I'm sorry, I wish I knew more.

We gotta go. Now.

Clear.

They're getting closer.

Shit.

Clear.

Down there.

- You go. - You go! You got the gun.

Come on.

- False alarm. - Jesus Christ!

Don't move!

Open the door.

Now!

No, n-not Norman. It's Gorman.

With a G.

Is that your first name or your last name?

Uh... Yeah, first.

Uh... Jones is my last.

Gorman Jones, tell us again what you're doing here.

Well, like I said before, I got separated with my group

and, you know, we got in a fight with some of them mothersuckers.

- Is that your name for vampires? - Yeah.

Yeah, you know, some people look at me funny when I say it, but the shoe fit.

Look, you can call 'em whatever you want. Your group, who are they?

The resistance.

Part of it, anyhow.

- The resistance? - Uh-huh.

That's a real thing, not a bunch of country boys running around

in the woods with some guns playing soldier?

No. Yeah. No. It's a real thing.

Where's your group based? And do you know what happened here?

We got split up at night and during the shooting,

lit up the night with those tracer fire...

Yeah, I'm pretty sure we saw that.

Hm-hm. Well, yeah, I got... I got outta the woods

and saw the buildings here...

I wasn't sure about this place but I...

I hid out here when I heard you guys coming.

So what do you guys think?

He's another mouth to feed.

He looks like a meat eater to me.

I'm just saying. Does he look like a vegan to you?

For once I agree with John.

- Me, too. - We barely have enough to go around.

We can't send the guy away 'cause he's hungry.

OK, we're gonna have to deal with it.

That one seemed close.

It sounded like it was inside the fences.

It's a matter of time. They're attracted by the sound of the explosions.

- We need to prepare. Windows, doors... - No, no, no.

We're not doing that again. No more booby traps and that shit.

- We can't defend this place. - Why not?

I... I used to live here. Look around.

We're on the ground floor, there's four entrances,

there's a garage door, there's a hundred windows.

Then what do you suggest?

- What about the church bells? - Hell, yeah, why not?

- It's worth a try. - Sleep here tonight,

go back to the vehicle in the morning, get out of here.

It won't matter. They'll keep coming for us.

Julius, Dmitri, Rebecca. It's inevitable.

At some point we might be able to bring the fight to them. In the meantime...

All the more reason to find these people and hook up with the resistance.

Maybe it's time to split up.

If we all go different ways then they can't follow all of us.

No! No, no. We're not splitting up.

We stick together, we find someplace that we can fortify,

we hunker down, we ride this thing out.

Says you, Axel!

What was that, Doc?

You don't think these people look like they could use a rest?

I'm just saying maybe that's not what everybody wants right now.

Maybe some of us have other ideas

as to what we wanna do with our lives right now.

- Such as? - I don't... I'm just saying!

Look, I'm just trying to keep you people safe,

and that includes you, Doc.

So until we know where we're going or what we're doing,

we can at least agree to hunker down someplace

for a couple of days, yeah?

Then what do you suggest?

You got a bomb shelter in your back pocket?

Yeah. Maybe I do.

Don't take everything out of the vehicle just yet

until we scope this place out. Just the essentials.

This is where we're supposed to hole up and stay safe for a few days?

- Come on. - Yes, sir.

- We're gonna need a bigger bunker. - Very funny, asshole.

Underground. They call this place The Farm.

I guess 'cause it's in the middle of a field. That's just the entrance.

- The Farm? - What was it?

Research facility, something like that. We used to drop off supplies.

- Other than that, it was off limits. - But what was it really?

I don't know, Doc.

It was scientists and higher-up people above my pay grade.

Are we gonna do this or not?

Looks like a mausoleum to me, but I'll do what everyone decides.

I say we go.

Why doesn't this feel safer than the base to me, Axel? Why is that?

Son of a bitch! Probably because you're a dipshit

that likes to spout off about things you don't know the first thing about!

Well, I think I got the door fixed.

- Back up. - Whoa, shoot!

Jesus!

OK.

There's no one there.

OK, uh-huh. Well, I got a...

I got a spare right here.

Holy shit!

Yeah.

Emergency power's still up.

Yeah, well, this place doubles as a fall-out shelter. It's clear.

You mean, like, tornadoes and uh... shit?

Yeah, like, tornadoes and shit.

What was that?

The whole thing's coming down. Run, run, run!

Whoa!

Whoa!

We're not getting back through that door.

- Well, that's inconvenient. - Why's that?

'Cause this is the only way in or out of this place.

Oh, Jesus. So much for a few days' rest.

Like I said, mausoleum.

Yeah.

What, you mean, like, um... paintings and shit?

Alright, everybody, have a look around. See what you can find.

Hey, you guys, get in here! Guys!

Look at all this stuff.

Real food.

- Real food. Not just beans. - What?

- Holy crap, look at it all! - Beer?

- Oh, amazing! - Do it!

One way in, no way out.

What the hell were you guys doing in here?

To the fallen.

- We salute you. - To the fallen.

- To the fallen. - And the living.

That as well.

You sing it, Sam.

Whoo!

I'm gonna find you.

No matter what it takes.

I'll... I'll take some of that stew if you're done with it there.

It's all you, buddy.

Thanks, pal.

- What's up, Doc? - Please, just go away. OK?

- No, it's... not you! It's not you! - Whatever. Whatever!

I think it's time to leave.

The Guess Who isn't American.

Yes, they were. They wrote that song "American Woman."

- It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. - Really?

Nope. But neither is Rush, Bachman Turner Overdrive...

- No. - Bryan Adams...

- Yeah. - Loverboy...

Bullshit. No, Loverboy is American.

Loverboy... Loverboy is not an American band.

Love... What? Loverboy is my favorite band.

That's impossible. Loverboy isn't anybody's favorite band.

- Well, yes, they're mine. - No.

Yeah. What? They're my favorite band ever.

Well, they're a Canadian band.

Fine, you win. Whatever.

Oh, come on. Don't be a sore loser.

No, I'm not a loser.

No, you're opposite of a loser. That's what I meant.

I think I love you.

Mmm, mmm.

No, no. No, no.

- What do you mean? - No, no. Stop!

Stop! Get off me, please!

OK, no!

What was that?

Shit! Vanessa!

Shut up!

- Be quiet! - What the hell's going on here, huh?

Relax! Relax, people.

We were laughing and then he kissed me.

She kissed me too. She was kissing me.

- No, no, no. - She did too! She kissed me!

- That's not true! - You did!

We were just... I was... And then you wouldn't let go of me!

You wanted me to! Let go of me, bitch!

Don't call me "bitch," bitch.

- Now what are we supposed to do? - I don't know.

I'd start with castration but I'm probably in the minority.

Come on, you gotta be kidding me.

Normally we'd kick you out but the new guy blew up the front door.

Kick me out for what? What did I do?

- Sounds good to me. - Oh, God. Here we go again!

Again? What are you guys talking about?

- Stay out of this. - Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- Look at her neck. - What?

- The marks. - What are you talking about?

Roger, Cynthia, the way they were killed.

- What are you saying, Doc? - That he's the killer.

Are you crazy?

What the hell's going on here? Seriously?

No, think about it, people. Think about it!

I am thinking about it.

He was always accusing everybody else. It was always somebody else.

- Either me or Flesh... - And then Mohamad.

'Cause Mohamad's the one who was doing it.

Are you guys completely nuts? Stop this. OK? Stop it, now.

And you sided with Brendan! You tried to get all of us killed.

No! Jesus Christ!

I was trying to kiss her! I was drunk!

Your hands were around her throat when I got there, John!

I was trying to stop her from screaming, that's all!

That wasn't me trying to...

Trying to what?

Kill her! Trying to kill her! I don't want to kill anybody!

You tried to kill me a couple of times.

That's different.

How?

How is that different, John?

You wanna get his bag?

What the... You can't just...

Well, looky here.

You've seen that before, so what?

It's from the kitchen at the hospital. I recognize the handle.

Yeah, there's a reason for that. I don't think I need to explain it.

This is the same kind of blade that killed Roger.

Serrated edge, slanted tip.

Bullshit! Look, I took that from the kitchen for protection!

That's it!

- Oh... - What the hell?!

It looks like Cynthia's finger.

- I think that pretty much settles it. - Bullshit!

- That's not mine! - All this time it was you, John?

All this time, it was you?!

You blame everybody else, you blamed Mohamad, you blamed me...

Axel, think about this. Look at this guy!

- Drop the gun. - Let her go.

Drop it!

- Don't make me do this! - Let her go!

- Drop the gun now! - Let her go!

- Drop it! - Please don't do this.

Shut up!

Look around, where are you gonna go?

I hope to God we were right.

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