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Previously on The Strain...

Why, my Master, have you taken his form?

A necessary ruse.

And then I’ll possess all of Palmer's knowledge and memories.

His new host body is pure expedience.

- Keep an eye on your mother, young man. - Yes, sir.

Dad?

Mom!

I hate you!

Don't sleep on my steps. Neither of us needs the attention.

Welcome to the Freedom Center, Philadelphia.

Please stay in line and have your ID badges ready.

To be eligible all blood donations must be up to date.

The Partnership, for a better tom arrow.

Welcome to the Freedom Center, Philadelphia.

Please stay in line and have your ID badges ready.

To be eligible all blood donations must be up to date.

The Partnership, for a better tom arrow.

Shit!

Please, wait! I did...

The Partnership, we 're here for you.

No one will forget the terrors of Illumination Day.

We mourned together, we made our peace.

Now nine months later we are marching forward

into a new era.

Thanks to the cooperation that is at the heart of The Partnership,

everyone’s needs are being met, jabs are plentiful,

shelter is guaranteed, and sustenance is provided.

And at our Freedom Centers,

teams of caring and committed medical professionals

are ready and eager to serve you.

Just keep your blood donations up to date,

and comprehensive health care will be yours at absolutely no cost.

Thanks to effects of nuclear winter which filters out harmful UV rays

Our strigoi counterparts no longer

have to confine themselves to the darkness.

This new equilibrium means

that we are now able to join hands and work together

to create a new and more just society for us all.

I know it's going to be difficult to say goodbye to my family,

but being B positive, I know that I’m making a vital contribution

to The Partnership to ensure that everyone can live

healthy, productive lives. So the sacrifice is more than worth it.

We have leadership and order, and the promise of a great future.

The Partnership.

Toward a better future for us all.

- That's all I got. - All right.

Hey, Carl.

He's in the back.

Hey.

All right.

Phillies lead Mets, 7-5, bottom of the fifth.

Your Mets are coming back.

- Double. - Oh, cool.

Tejada holds up at third.

Phillies suck even on paper.

Well, good thing some things stay the same after the apocalypse.

So what brings you back so soon?

I'm out of gas.

Oh. yeah?

My propane guy, Nick, he's coming back later today.

You should be here when he does.

- Fuel goes fast. - All right.

I guess I can push back my tee time.

I'll take a job.

I got a backlog here.

Now you could be king rat of all of Philly

if you just wanted to work a little more.

All the food and free shit you could possibly want.

Nobody wants to go to a Freedom Center.

- I'll take three or four. - This one.

Says she's got liquor to trade.

You know, the Royal Rittenhouse Apartments,

that building on the square?

Yeah. Where all the strigoi live?

- What about it? - I saw a tanker truck

parked out back today under heavy strigoi guard.

They hooked up to the buildings plumbing and they filled it full of blood.

Oh, come on. I did not need to know that shit.

They didn't want anyone to see it, that's why all the guards.

You need to be more careful about your curiosity, my friend.

I still can't believe we lost.

Yeah.

Strigoi ten, human zero, bottom of the ninth.

You know what Yogi said?

It ain't over till it's over.

It's pretty much over.

You missed.

Hey!

Enjoying your new toy, I see.

The Master has planned an activity for you today.

Doing what?

This,

is a SOCOM MK18 rifle.

Take it.

It holds 30 rounds.

What am I supposed to do with it?

We are going on an outing.

But first, your white.

Easy, easy...

We come in peace.

Like I said, boys, not here to fight.

Came to trade.

He wants to trade.

You want to trade your woman?

My name's Vasiliy Fet.

This is Charlotte.

- What's that, some kind of Russian accent? - Whoa.

- New York City boy here. - New York's gone.

It's not. I know that's the rumor.

It took a hit, but it's holding up.

Honestly, I don't give a shit.

I grew up about 80 miles west of here.

We're looking for locals with information.

We're looking for a government installation.

What kind of government installation?

Missile base.

I heard there were quite a few around here and some of them are still stocked.

The guy with the Russian accent wants directions to a missile base.

I gotta tell ya, I've seen a lot of shit over the last nine months, but...

You two

coming in here like that, unarmed...

Wow.

That just about takes the cake.

Look, friend,

we have a mutual enemy here.

All right. Them, the munchers.

We're on the same side, we should be helping each other out.

In fact, fighting each other is how we got into this situation.

You have pretty eyes.

I know what you're thinking, pal.

Don't do it.

You're going to take us back to your camp,

and then we're going to kill you and take your woman,

and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

You got one thing right,

- when you were just talking there. - Yeah.

She does have really pretty eyes.

Yeah.

What the hell is that thing?

Think of me as a demon.

From the good book.

Maybe you want to help us out now?

How'd it go?

Not so good.

All we ended up doing here was killing more people.

Take whatever you want.

Losing patience, Mr. Fet.

Well...

After six months in the wild,

finding empty holes in the ground, finding no holes in the ground,

we're all eating jackrabbit,

wondering when someone's going to shoot me for dinner.

It's great. I've been having the time of my freaking life, Bono.

- You can leave whenever you want. - No, I can't.

'Cause I’m not a quitter!

I'm a complainer, but I’m not a quitter.

Clearly an important semantic difference.

Pick that up. Let's go.

You, you're always in the same freaking mood.

Maybe that's something I should try.

What do you think, Bono?

Is there still a live silo?

Or have the strigoi and their asshole collaborators already,

found the missiles that haven't been fired yet?

If there is one, we'll find it.

Follow me.

Well, nice talk.

Hey, Carver, check out this beauty.

Any more ammo for this thing?

Hey.

Thanks.

Days like these,

I wonder if this is hell.

Searching endlessly for something that might not ever even be there.

I don't think this is hell.

I think it's hell adjacent.

Thank you for ruining my self indulgent misery.

I was going to wallow in it for a while, but...

- Who's there? - It's the doctor. Neil sent me.

Put the gun away, or I’m leaving right now.

What about you?

I keep it till I know this place is safe.

I'm Ross. This is my wife, Karen.

You're safe.

And you are?

Dr. Miller.

You're supposed to have some liquor for me?

Yeah.

Wedding present.

We're not big drinkers.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I only treat patients one on one.

I'll be right here, hon.

I'm petrified of going to a Freedom Center.

I hear they just ship you off to some other facility.

Or worse.

What are your symptoms?

I ache all over.

I'm fatigued.

I get these bruises from doing almost nothing.

And I get muscle cramps.

Do you have any allergies?

You're supposed to be taking any medication?

- No. - And what about your diet?

Same as everyone, I guess.

Except for those Partnership Freedom Bars...

I can't get them down.

I don't know, I just... The taste, I don't like it.

Open your mouth.

You have scorbutus. Also known as scurvy.

Your dietary intake of Vitamin C is too low.

"Vitamin C"?

Where am I supposed to get oranges or whatever?

The Partnership Freedom Bars are a poor substitute,

but they have Vitamin C.

You need the nutrients.

Here. In the meantime,

multivitamins to start you off.

Powdered Vitamin C. Mix with water.

I will.

Thank you, Dr. Miller.

That's it?

- Vitamin C? - Luckily for your wife, yes.

- That booze is hard to come by. - So are multivitamins.

I don't make the rules.

No, you just profit from them, though.

We're all doing what we can to get by.

He feels it.

Power over lesser creatures.

Taking a life.

He shot four bullets where one would have been enough.

There is dark potential in this boy.

That was beautiful, Zack.

Mom?

How...

- I’m confused. - I’m so proud of you.

Oh, my boy.

You are growing up so fast.

I was thinking about the times we used to come here.

When you and dad would take me to the zoo.

I feel bad that I killed her.

Zack, no. That is your father talking.

Don't let his way of thinking hold you back.

I won't. I just...

I’m lonely.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm always here if you need me.

But you're growing up now.

Listen to the Master.

He knows what's best for you.

I will.

My boy.

- Propane guy show up? - Yeah.

So, what did she have?

Look at that.

See what happens when you apply yourself?

Now let's see if we can get Tejada home.

Strigs!

Shit!

Let's go.

Where are you taking us?

Calm down, Neil.

No. Screw it, man.

And he's gonna kill us anyway, right?

Right? Why don't you just get it over with now?

- Hey, man. Sit down. - No, man.

Carl?

Neil?

Please. Help me.

Please. If you walk away, I’ll die.

You won't die from that. Not right away.

Please. You have to...

Help me get out of here.

God damn it.

Here.

Hurry, you've to get us to safety.

Trust me, neither of us wants to be here right now.

- What are you doing? - Trying to make a tourniquet.

What are you doing to my brother?

Trying to save his life.

Alex, stop... Stop it. He's helping.

Idiot, why didn't you get clear?

You had to watch, huh?

You two set off the bomb?

- Who's this guy? - He was on the bus.

On the bus, a human?

You two are blowing up buses,

and you don't even know they use them to transport human prisoners?

- How many? - Six.

I'm the only one who made it out.

You're welcome.

- For saving you. - Yeah, okay. Thanks.

If we waited for the perfect, polite moment to revolt,

it would never happen.

They're going to close off this block.

They can follow his blood trail here. We need to move him.

I know a place.

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Professor.

- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you, Mr. Fet.

I know I promised we'd get you a nuke and...

I’m gonna make good on that, but...

It's not exactly like running down to the corner store

- for a loaf of bread. - The world is dying, Mr. Fet.

The candle of humanity is being extinguished.

You and Mr. Quinlan are it's last hope.

Can't you see I’m doing my best?

Wandering around in the wilderness with the wormless wonder,

searching for something that was never meant to be found.

And you're wrong, me and Quinlan, we're just foot soldiers for the cause.

You,

you're the one we're all counting on to turn this around.

The face of God is the key to his demise.

Professor, what are you doing?

After all that we went through to get that book.

Professor!

The end is near, Mr. Fet.

You would do well to hurry.

What does that mean?

- Fet? - Charlotte!

Hey, Fet. Wake up.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Hey.

That was not a good dream.

You want to talk about it?

My people back in New York, they're,

depending on me and...

I feel like I’m failing them.

Oh, no.

No.

Our luck is gonna change.

- Oh, yeah? - Hey, you'll see.

What would I do without you?

Did you ever hear the farmer's daughter's joke

about the exterminator from New York City?

No, never.

He was big,

and handsome,

and had a black beard, and a dangerous accent.

Danger, huh?

I like it so far.

One day this naive farm girl called up

and said, "I think I have a snake in my bedroom."

Snake? Whoa. Was it poisonous?

I don't know. Are pythons poisonous?

No. But tell me anyway.

He went into her bedroom

and he looked under her bed and in her lingerie drawer,

but he couldn't find no snake.

And then what?

She said, "Hey, let me help you look."

You don't like that one?

That's more personal fantasy than joke, I guess.

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

It's okay.

How fares our young master after the kill?

Master.

The boy has no interest in our work.

Nor aptitude for it.

He's incapable of shouldering any serious responsibility.

Great leaders are not born, but forged, Thomas.

"Leaders"? Sire.

This vessel I claimed in a moment of necessity,

not choice.

- Master, you don't mean... - Perhaps,

my next choice should be custom tailored from the finest human cloth.

Forgive me, Master, but...

The boy is most unworthy.

You question my judgment?

There are many reasons for us to keep the boy.

Goodweather is out there somewhere.

He will not allow the born of Setrakian to move against me

so long as I have his son.

As you know, My Lord,

my legion is searching for them,

as well as rounding up every nuclear weapon.

Bring them to me on their knees, then we will need the boy no longer.

That is my greatest desire.

Master.

One more thing. The boy deserves a trophy for his kill.

I have an idea for a reward.

You're all women.

Charlotte!

Is anybody there?

Save your breath. Your lady friend's gone, dude.

Gone where?

They took her to turn her to their cause.

Captured her.

- Who are you? - I’m slave labor

whenever they need a hole dug or a tire patched...

You got the...

- You got friends coming for you? - No.

- You? - I hope so.

I had a lady, like you.

Then after The Illumination, I went out to find her.

Only to discover she was shacking up with someone else.

On my way back nursing my pain, I stopped in at a,

at a road house that still served grain alcohol.

That's the last thing I remember.

Woke up here with a knot on my head, just like you.

I'm sorry to hear that, friend, but...

I just...

I just need a minute to think here,

- to get my head together, please. - Yeah, all right. No problem.

A guy like me

provide her with food, gas, and ammo to spare

and Nicole chooses a dude

with a neck tattoo on instead...

Food, gas, and ammo, you said?

Damn straight.

Power and sewer.

A nice soft bed.

Roman, eh?

How...

How far is this little nest of yours, man? Where is it?

Not far.

What?

You wouldn't be referring to government missile silo by any chance, would you?

- What gives you that idea? - Your shirt.

It says you worked at a government missile silo.

That's classified.

So, you did work at a government missile silo?

Did you launch?

- What? - Did you launch?

Why do you care?

I'm just trying to make conversation, Roman.

You know? Getting to know you.

No.

We didn't get the command.

Standing orders were to hold in place and we did.

Couple of months went by, then we started to get

the pirate broadcast about the surface world.

New York and San Francisco...

Gone.

That's not true.

Go on.

That's it, man.

If I was smart I would have never left.

If I could get us out of here,

you can give me directions to your missile silo, right?

Ha!

So you could set up house keeping with your lady?

- No, thanks. - No, I’m up for a different kind of prize.

What's that?

A thermonuclear warhead.

Kickin 'back the day

I just tapped into what's Been going down here...

Hey. Just,

messing around.

I'm here to clean.

Cool.

Hey! Back off.

Don't worry. It's fine.

Mostly harmless.

I'm just going to clean up some of the stuff.

I suppose I can clean this up myself.

So,

you'll be working here all the time now?

Guess so.

That's cool.

It's rough, but it'll do.

The next 24 hours are critical.

Keep the wound covered and clean. The danger is infection.

If you have any connections, penicillin is always a good bet.

- Where are you going? - Away from here.

Look,

you have your mission, I have mine.

What's yours?

Staying alive.

Staying human.

Fine. Go.

Only thinking about yourself.

You're why the world is the way it is.

More than you know.

Do you have food?

- Some. - Supplies?

Maybe.

Twenty-four hours...

I’ll take care of your brother.

But you give me food and gear, so I can set up on my own in exchange.

Deal?

- Help! Someone help. - Move it!

He hasn't moved a muscle. I think he might still be breathing.

See if he's alive.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

But I will if I have to.

- Drop your gun! - Do it now

before my friend comes through that door.

And throw me the keys.

Drop it! Throw it down.

Keys! Come on!

Well, your timing's impeccable.

You were the one who got yourself captured.

How did you find us?

Once I realized you were gone, your trail was easy to follow.

It was probably my aftershave.

So, Quinlan,

this is my new friend, Roman.

Roman, Quinlan.

Roman used to work at a missile base down the street.

- Is there a weapon? - So he says.

Once again the silly Fet falls into a pile of manure

and crawls out smelling of roses.

That's my superpower.

Let's go. Let's go get our nuke.