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Previously on The Strain...

There is dark potential in this boy.

He deserves a trophy for his kill.

- I'm here to clean.
- Cool.

I know I promised
I would get you a nuke, but...

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

- for a loaf of bread.
- The world is dying.

You and Mr. Quinlan are its last hope.

Hey...

Quinlan, this is my new friend, Roman.

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

- Is there a weapon?
- So he says.

Goodweather is out there somewhere.

My legion is searching for them.

As well as rounding up
every nuclear weapon.

You two are blowing up buses

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

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

- it would never happen.
- Those big Partnership buildings,

I saw them pumping tanker fulls of blood
into the pipes.

If you could put something poisonous
into that blood,

you could take out thousands of strigoi
and they wouldn't know what hit them.

Okay. Let's do that.

Damn.

- I guess that means...
- You clean.

Well, the snow's coming.

Oh, yeah? How can you tell?

My sinuses.

They're very sensitive
to barometric pressure.

Bullshit.

Your missile silo's not marked on the map.

That would kind of defeat
the whole secret base thing, wouldn't it?

How many people
are we going to find there?

- Five. Plus my CO.
- You think they're still there?

Why would they leave?

They have supplies for two years of

of anything.

I think more folks will be there.

I hope they didn't run into
that muncher convoy that we saw.

How will your friends react to us
taking the warhead?

Cool.

What the hell
are they going to do with it, right?

Military's gone and we're living in a

nuclear winter.

Who gives a shit?

You said that
your wing didn't fire the missiles.

You got any idea who did?

Your guess is as good as mine.

India and Pakistan...

Iran and Israel.

Don't forget the Russians.

Six thousand years of civilization

and we're back to hunting,
gathering and dodging predators.

The Master knocked us down a notch
on the food chain, that's for sure.

It was your bomb that brought about
the night eternal, not the Master.

Without the weapons of mass destruction

your people so eagerly
hurl at one another,

the Master would still be hiding
in these tunnels.

Right now we... we just need to rest.

We leave in four hours.

You sure this'll work?

Works on cats, dogs,
even us if the dose is just right.

It's strigoi.

This rat poison
is essentially a powerful blood thinner.

My thinking is,

those creatures are streamlined
blood processing machines.

So they should be highly susceptible
to systemic damage.

You think we should add a little salt
for flavor?

My son, Scott,

used to love to help me cook.

That boy developed
a very complicated relationship with food.

He wrote an essay in the third grade
called, "Meat loaf makes me sad."

Why sad?

He noticed I only made meat loaf
in the fall.

You know, comfort food for cold weather.

So when Scott smelled meat loaf,
he knew that summer was over.

That sounds like an observant kid.

Yeah. Funny.

Nobody can make me laugh like him.

That's nice that you can remember
the good times.

I mean, I remember the events.

But the feelings...

I've lost them.

It has been a long journey.

It is still, day to day.

How's it coming?

It's ready.

All right. So now we just hijack
one of those tankers, roll up

and pump it into one of their
nest houses, right? Just like they do.

Yeah. That's not going to work.

I've seen how they do it.
Security's too tight.

They see a new driver, they'll nail us.

Okay, so you got a better idea?

Well, you're right,
that we still need to get to a tanker.

But we need them to deliver it.

No.

Shit.

Those your people?

Yes.

Hey, cap, what happened
to that diesel fuel you promised?

Fuel's right there. Much as you want.

Silo, right?

Could munchers have opened it?

A silo cap weighs 80 tons.

Had to be opened by someone who knew how.

What about the missile?

Hold up.

First things first.

Fet! Are you out of your mind?
You can't drop a grenade down there.

These things have less bang
than a firecracker.

They're just going to spread
a lot of silver around,

burn out any munchers
still hiding down there.

Never been a more prefect time
to say this.

Fire in the hole!

Finally.

Some good news.

Dammit! Shots fired.

Quinlan!

You all right?

Quinlan?

Can you hear me?

Yes!

You in the silo, stop shooting.

All right. We're friendly.

Death, a process.

Just hang tight.

I'm coming to get you.

Whoever's shooting down there...

Look, we're human!

The guy you shot, he's one of us.

We mean you no harm.

Let's talk about this, okay?

Must be one of your guys?

Sigala?

Ducali! Is that you?

This is Captain Daniel Roman
of the 284th missile squadron.

Stand down and come out.

Could it be a strigoi?

I don't know.

Is there any other way in?

Two.

Primary personnel access right there,

weighs 2000 pounds
and takes 15 minutes to open.

It wont work.

They'll hear and set up on us.

We'll be sitting ducks.

There's the escape hatch
from the launch control center.

It's quicker.

The tunnel runs
from control to the missile tube.

Okay.

Okay.

We're going to need some guys
to keep the shooter's attention.

Well, a couple more going after Quinlan.

Are you sure there's only one shooter?

The captain here yelled a couple of names.

It is what it is. Let's just get it done.

Hey, man, it's not our gig.

I mean, you get the weapon,
we get whatever we can scrounge.

That was our deal. It's still the deal.

We've got no use for a nuclear weapon.

Love the spirit of collaboration.

Thanks, guys.

- Okay.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- I can't go down there.

If I get killed, you got no one
who knows how to detach the warhead.

Not to mention, I’m the only one
who knows how to make it work.

Screw you guys. I’ll do it myself.

Well, try not to touch the missile.

It's coated with skin eating fungicide.

Of course it is.

I got your back.

I appreciate it.

This isn't like hunting
in wide open spaces.

Tunnels are my turf.

I got this.

Just make sure that these guys
are still here when I get back.

I'm gonna need that truck.

You be careful.

Yo, buddy.

Stop all the shooting, all right?

It's hard on the ears.

Just talk to me, man.

We can reason with each other.

The guy you shot...

The half muncher...

Trust me, man. He's impossible to kill.

If you don't lay back
and listen to reason,

- he's going to kill you.
- Shut up!

You were trespassing
on US government property.

I'm not playing around, kid.

No. You keep screwing around
that guy's going to jack you up.

My friend is telling the truth here.

You put the gun down
and I’ll let you live.

- No deal, asshole.
- Fine.

So be it.

Wanna take it as it comes

Hey there.

Easy now.

He 's gonna get us in the end

It's okay.

Although the devil really knows

Hey, Chewer.

I got a new home for you.

A lot more room.

Lang live rack and roll

I tried to turn it down

But it just took me back inside

You wrote it an the wall

You wrote it an the wall

You wrote it an the wall

Hi.

You wrote it an the wall

You wrote it an the wall

Help! Please!

Hey! You back off!

I said get back.

Sorry about that.

She's just over protective.

I... I can't do this.

It's okay, she won't bother you anymore.

Sorry... I’m leaving.

Why are you following me?

Wanted to give you these.

It's okay. Really.

Take as many as you want, anytime.

Thanks.

I was hoping we could talk.

- About what?
- I don't know. Anything.

- Why?
- 'Cause I have no one else to talk to.

What about the German dude?

He's not my friend.

Could you just slow down a second?

We're only supposed to be on the street
if we're going to work or going home.

You don't have to worry about them
when you're with me.

It's okay.

I can do anything I want,
go anywhere I want.

I'll show you.

We need to move on.

Hey, she's with me.

See.

Sorry, but I’m still scared
to be out here talking to you.

I know a place we can go

where there's no strigoi
and it's super cool.

I go there to be alone and think.

You'll love it. I promise.

Any sign of the tanker?

Not yet.

Maybe got delayed at his first stop.

So where are you from?

Before all this happened
I was living in New York.

What brought you here?

After the nukes went off,
I had to get away from the fall out.

I hooked up with a guy who had a car,
he was going to Philly.

Sounds pretty random.

More than pretty random,
it's totally random.

So you were in New York

when that first nuke
went off on Ellis Island?

Liberty Island.

The first nuke took out
the Statue Of Liberty.

Jesus.

Heard it was set off by a militia group.

The strigoi did it.

Wait. I thought you said
that they can't cross moving water.

They had help.

Human help?

God, you got to be kidding.

I mean, holding the baton

or working in one of their factories,
that's one thing but,

What kind of shithead
would help them set off a nuke?

Here she is.

We're in play.

It's approaching the intersection.

- Heady.
- Start the ball.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- I had the right of way!

Making a left hand turn! What are you,
out of your god damn mind?

- Whose a little blind?
- I’m not blind, but you're an idiot.

Okay. I got work to do, so let's move
these things and get to it, okay?

Get those god damn
vehicles out of my way.

What the hell
do you think we're doing?

Standing around
with your thumbs up your asses.

- I got a schedule to keep.
- So do we.

- Yeah...
- The bumpers are stacked, okay?

How about I get the strigs
at the back of the bus to help?

- Hold on!
- Get your hands off me.

We'll have it cleared in just a minute.

That's going to be on your ass,
not on mine.

Don't go back there.
They're riled enough already.

Move these vehicles now.

- Bumpers are hooked.
- Yeah.

I've got a schedule to keep.

God damn it.

You don't want him to let the mongrel go.

Help me out.

- You too, come on, push.
- Come on, help us.

Come on!

Let's get the hell out of here.

I'm an American,

fighting in the forces
which guard my country,

and my way of life.

Oh, shit.

Sniper down.

Cally, huh?

You know Captain Roman, but...

Why didn't you answer him?

What happened to your friends, kid?

The strigs came

with people helping them.

People like you, like the Captain.

Why the hell would you guys do that?

Long story.

Things are a little complicated.

Take it easy, all right?

Jesus!

What the hell did you do that for?

Because I said I would.

He was finished. He couldn't hurt anyone.

He should have put the gun down
when I told him to.

So, uh...

Do you live with your parents?

They were killed by that first bomb,

the one that blew up
the Statue Of Liberty.

Hey, come here.

This one's my favorite.

So what's your deal anyway?

My deal?

Yeah, everyone's living
two and three to a room

and you're in a tricked out place
all by yourself.

What makes you so special?

They think I have potential.

Potential for what?

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

So, listen,

you can have as much food as you want.

And you can stay for dinner
anytime you want.

And if there's anything you need,

anything.

Just let me know.

Do you think...

Oh, forget it.

What?

It's okay, really. Ask me anything.

I live in this building
with a bunch of other kids

who lost their parents.

And all they have to eat
is one Partnership Freedom Bar a day

and some of them are getting sick.

- So I was wondering if...
- If you could bring them some of my food?

- If you can't it's...
- Sure.

Take as much as you want.

Thank you so much.

I just realized I don't know your name.

Zach.

- What's yours?
- Abby.

Nice to meet you, Abby.

You have no idea
how much this means to me.

No biggie.

Zach, come in.

How are you today, my son?

I was thinking,

maybe I don't need the white.

I mean...

I’m breathing just fine.

What's troubling you?

People who work for you.

Is it true they don't get fresh food?

The girl told you this?

Is it true?

Some are sick.

But not because of the food.

It's because of the fall out
from the bombs

the humans dropped on each other.

The radiation destroyed
much of the world's food supplies.

Come.

For thousands of years,

the human mind
has been at war with itself.

Religion, Marxism, Fascism, Capitalism,

sound ideas in theory.

But each defeated by an essential flaw
in the human psyche.

What flaw?

Human selfishness and vanity
are ingrained, indelible.

I know this because the minds
of millions of humans

exist within me.

Seriously?

I possess the consciousness
of every individual

my spawn have turned.

And of all the creatures
in the natural world,

the human animal is the most dangerous,

given to impulsive acts of violence.

But what about the others?

The ones down there.

Survivors.

Their leaders cast them into darkness.

But fortunately a new species
has risen to supplant them.

United by a single consciousness,

a single purpose,

there will be no more wars.

I will make sure their vicious impulses
never ravage this world again.

And you, Zach,

can help me do that.

Or you can return to being an ordinary,
lonely boy.

The choice is yours.

Of course you will no longer live here.

I wonder how the girl will feel
when she has no job,

and you have nothing to offer her.

No.

I want to help you.

Very good, my son.

This is a whiskey 85 Mach 4
variable yield nuclear warhead.

The Lumen says that the face of God
is a light of such majestic brilliance

that the Master's essence is destroyed.

Sounds like this will do the job, huh?

I won't get too excited just yet.

What's wrong?

It's missing the pit assembly.

What the hell is a pit assembly?

The pit will be
a ten pound hollow plutonium sphere

that the exploding PBX
squishes into critical mass

which then produces the big bang.

And that's what used to be
in the center here?

- Exactly.
- So we're screwed?

You led us on a wild goose chase.

If we find the number one two-way pit,

this is a perfectly functional
nuclear weapon.

If we find the pit.

The muncher convoy we saw,

maybe that's what they were doing.

The Master used the nuclear weapon
to eliminate the Ancients.

Now he wants to take the others
out of play.

And destroy them.

I'd say more likely,

stash them somewhere.

No. Why would he do that?

Thermal nuclear pit's designed

to survive a plane crash
without blowing up.

And it would be suicidal

to try to take one of these apart
if you didn't know exactly

what you were doing.

We got to find that convoy.

Still no movement in sight?

Nothing.

No strigoi have gone in or come out
since the tanker left.

It's been over two hours.

- I'm going in.
- Wait. You can't be serious.

There could be a thousand strigs
in that place.

They're probably dead.

Then why go in?

Because "probably" isn't good enough.

I'm coming with you.

Really?

"Probably" isn't good enough
for me either.

Oh, shit.

The smell.

Jesus.

The worms are dead.

Can it see us?

I doubt it.

Its eyes are full of blood.

I'd call this a win.

You wished to see me, My Lord?

There's been an incident in Philadelphia.

Over 2000 of our brethren were poisoned.

How?

Tainted blood from one of our trucks
reached several nests.

The Jew did this.

Or one of his cohorts.

This is good news.

I was waiting for this.

For months we have not been able
to find them.

Now we know where they are.

Root them out, Thomas.

If word of this surfaces,

it could unravel
all the good work we have done.

We must crush them.

Now.

Rest assured, my master,

these vile terrorists
will be hunted down and destroyed.

Collaborators.

Human scum.

What do they do in here?

Eat lunch?

Among other things.

These are all towns in Pennsylvania.

Cargo manifests.

Nine hundred units.

Seven hundred fifty units. 650...

What are they shipping? Blood?

Tankers hold thousands of gallons.
This got to be something different.

What the hell are they up to?

Fascinating question, doc.