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Previously on The Strain...

You find it a bit of an insult

that you're being asked to be a baby vessel.

I want you to work for me.

Be my special liaison between myself and the ward.

So you want me to be the mouthpiece for your bullshit.

Excuse me?

It seems your operation has expanded.

Yeah, I got a new partner now. You remember Creem?

If you could find a way to put something poisonous into that blood,

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

Over 2000 of our brethren were poisoned.

Tainted blood from one of our trucks.

These are all towns in Pennsylvania.

What the hell are they up to?

These terrorists will be hunted down and destroyed.

That's so good.

Thank you.

Ma'am?

Selah?

No, thank you.

You're not going to eat?

I'm not hungry.

You know,

this is the only normal hour of my day.

If you could at least pretend to have a good time.

There's nothing normal about armed guards watching you eat.

You know what? What do you want me to do?

This is the safest room in the whole god damn city for humans.

Do I ask anything in return? No.

All I want, all I need is...

I don't know, a couple of minutes where we just pretend that...

Mr. Desai.

Mr. Eichhorst.

You know my wife...

- Selah? - Frau Desai, of course.

- I'll give you two some privacy. - No.

Please, stay.

Don't mind me. Eat.

I insist.

I stopped by your office and was surprised you weren't there.

I trust this means that everything is in order.

Yes, actually. It is.

The delivery room is fully equipped, staff all been briefed.

I've taken every possible measure to ensure the safety

and well being of the mother.

Excellent.

And afterwards?

Well, as we discussed.

I'm not talking about the baby, Mr. Desai, I am talking about the mothers.

Everything is going to change the moment this first child is born.

Surely you have a plan for dealing with their reactions.

Honestly, sir, I don't see how it's going to be so different.

Perhaps you should have your wife explain it to you.

Or perhaps I take something important from you

to help you better understand.

- That won't be necessary, sir. - Good.

Because I confess I’m more than a little disappointed

in your progress.

We're delivering our first baby nine months almost to the day.

I don't know how we could have done it any faster or better.

No?

Well...

What if you harvested the babies earlier?

Say seven or eight months instead of nine.

Perhaps even as early as six, provided it's in acceptable size.

- I think I’m going to... - Sit!

Then, if you shorten the recovery time for the mothers,

each of them would produce nearly two babies

per year instead of one.

That would almost double your output, would it not?

It's highly optimistic and well outside the margins for safety.

Yes.

But yes.

- It's possible. - Shall I do more of your thinking for you?

- No, sir. - Good.

Look around, Mr. Desai.

Every single person in this room serves a purpose,

that's why they're allowed to dine here.

If you can't fulfill your purpose,

I will find someone who can.

I understand.

Him? Are you serious?

Check his belt.

Willy Wonka's golden ticket.

It opens every door in this facility.

That's great, but how are you going to get it?

We can't even go to the bathroom,

after what happened last time, without a chaperone.

I'm working on it.

Miranda, report upstairs immediately.

So I’m going to need your help with something, Miranda.

I told you I’m not interested.

This isn't a request.

Sophie's going in for a C-section tomorrow.

And it's going to be a very emotional time for her.

Yeah, especially when you take her baby away.

I'm not an idiot.

- What are you going to do with it? - Baby's going to be well taken care of.

But not here?

And not by her?

No.

Babies born in this facility are raised by non B positive people.

Because that's their job.

Sophie's job and the rest of the women here is to have more B positive babies

to increase the percentage of the population.

She's going to freak out.

That's where you come in.

See...

Sophie trusts you.

So, you're going to be right there by her side

every step of the way. You're going to reassure her everything's fine.

And tell her that her baby's in the best of hands.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to lie for you.

Miranda, look, I know this place, it's not really your idea of paradise.

But you got to believe me.

There are places out there that

be a living hell for a girl like you.

So,

turn me down again,

and that's exactly where you're going.

What am I going to do?

If I say yes, then I'm just as bad as he is.

And if I say no, he's going to send me away.

You have to do it.

I can't be a part of this.

It doesn't matter if you're a part of it or not, he's going to do it anyway.

If you turn him down, he'll just find somebody else to take your place.

And you'll get shipped out to god knows where,

and nobody'll hear from you again. And for what?

I get to keep my soul.

Look, you only have to do it long enough to get your hands on a keycard, right?

Just do what he says.

Hey. how's it going?

It's quiet. No strigs all morning.

See you.

- Hey, there. - Nadia.

Thank you.

So I’m going to grab a couple of guys.

Want to grab another truck tonight.

Eph.

They'll be guarding those supply lines closer than ever now.

Besides, they're onto something new here, something big.

It's here, I just have to figure out what it is.

- How long is that gonna take? - I don't know.

Eph, we got 'em on the ropes, man.

They're turning everyone they can just to try and find us.

We can't just sit back twiddling our thumbs

- while you play Sherlock Holmes. - Jason!

Give the guy a break, will you? Have some breakfast.

- I'm not hungry. - Irrelevant.

Thank you. It's hard to concentrate with Che Guevara up my ass.

You find anything?

There's a shipment today a few miles from here.

I want to see it for myself.

I'll go with you after you eat.

What if I’m not hungry either?

One omelet coming up.

God knows when we'll run across real eggs again.

Shit!

We got to move. Go!

- Move it! - We gotta go.

Move. Come on.

- Get 'em. - Come on!

They want to turn us.

Don't let 'em sting you.

Nadia!

Oh, my God.

Eph?

Jason! No!

Do it.

It's okay, sis.

You make them pay.

We have to go.

We can watch from here.

You ever fired one of these?

My dad had a .38.

We used to shoot bottles on the river bank.

There's a big difference between shooting at a bottle and shooting at a person.

First of all a bottle doesn't shoot back.

And never point at anything you're not ready to kill.

What else do I need to know, like,

like are there rules?

"Rules"?

Look,

these guys are going to give you shit.

Keep your head down,

stay ready,

and remember,

this is just a tool.

This is your real weapon.

And when it's time to pull the trigger you don't hesitate or you're dead.

Do you understand?

What you doing?

I'm hungry.

You already got your cut of this. On this table is merchandise,

- what's wrong with you? - Need some help!

Coming through.

Ralphie, you all right?

What the hell happened?

- What happened? - I was making my deliveries...

- I got jumped. - By who?

- By who? - Two guys came out of nowhere,

said it was their spot now.

They took all my shit.

Let me get a towel!

You're going to be all right. Just relax, okay?

Okay?

Gus...

There's no way two guys pulled a move like that without back up.

- So you're saying they're more? - Hundred percent.

It's not going to be enough just to take out two of them.

I'mma find their nest

and we're going to burn that damn down to the ground.

- I like the sound of that. - I’ll be back.

Any idea what they look like?

Talked to some customers

they say the new guy has a black and gray beard.

Like that guy over there?

Yeah, just like that.

- What do we do now? - Go back to Cream.

Tell him to hold on. I’m on it.

I'm going to follow this rat to his nest.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

What am I supposed to do exactly?

Keep her company until it's time for her spinal,

answer her questions, allay her fears.

How do I answer her questions?

Every mother going into a C-section wants to know the same thing.

"Am I going to lose the baby?

What if it gets cut? Will it hurt?"

The answer is always the same.

- Which is? - "There's nothing to worry about,

everything's going to be fine."

And Miranda, she won't believe it if you don't.

Where's Dr. Weiss?

She's getting ready for surgery.

You're stuck with me now.

Great.

Come on. I’m not totally useless.

What's going on?

That's just it. I don't know.

I have been asking for the doctor

and what, she doesn't have, like, five minutes to talk to me?

I'm having a baby, for Christ's sake.

It's like they don't even care anymore.

I'm sure they care, Soph.

I'm just nervous.

I know it's

a horrible thing what they're doing to us, but I can't help it.

This baby

is the only family I have left in the world.

And I just want to make sure everything is okay.

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

Everything is going to be fine.

We're going to begin your epidural in just a few minutes.

Miranda, you're going to have to scrub out.

How long will the operation take?

Why?

You have somewhere better to be?

All the bedside manner of a tarantula.

She reminds me of my grandma. Ruth.

She was a cold blooded bitch too.

It's a pretty name though.

- "Ruth." - Don't know.

It's a bit Old Testament for me.

What about Olive?

Do you like that name?

For a cartoon character, sure.

It was my mother's name.

Sorry.

Now it'll be her name too.

Another blank, Bob? You 're no fun.

But I need you to stay focused, all right?

I can't repeat myself.

It's all going to be working... Miranda!

What the hell are you doing out here?

Nurse Ratched gave me a few minutes.

How's Sophie?

Peachy.

Look, she's scared and emotional and everything sucks.

But she's going to be fine.

I understand that this is very difficult on you.

But you got to believe me, this is for the greater good.

You'll see when it's all over.

I'll show you my gratitude, okay?

Take five minutes.

...that's why we should drop the hot stuff and whoo wee.

Hey.

- I never said "whoa wee." - You did too.

I said "yahoo."

It's the same thing.

Why don't you get your boyfriend to put something new on the TV?

"Boyfriend"?

What?

You're kidding, right?

You know, I’m usually a pretty good judge of character.

But I was wrong about you.

I thought you were one of the smart ones, that you got it.

No.

Here you are, chatting him up.

Getting called to the office for closed door meetings.

It's not like that.

I hope it's worth the rug burns.

Go to hell.

You know what? Believe what you want. But I’m trying to help.

Cut the bullshit, Miranda.

Only person you're helping here is yourself.

They're emptying the entire building,

I've never seen them do that before.

Usually it's squatters or people living off the grid.

Thank you, Baby Jesus.

- Food? - Even better.

Alcohol.

No, thanks.

- Come on, have a drink with me. - No, I can't.

Eph, after the day I had I think you owe it to me.

I really can't.

Got it.

How long?

Nine months, four days.

Ever since Illumination Day.

Sorry, if I would have known I wouldn't have...

It's all right. It really is.

I'd love to...

But I don't deserve it.

Well, I do. If you don't mind?

Knock yourself out.

Well, I can say from experience it's not going to help.

Great. You're an expert on this, too.

Enough to know what you're going through right now.

I doubt it.

You're feeling guilty.

And then angry, mostly at yourself.

Because you spent all that time fighting,

and you thought maybe you could make a difference

and now you're back at square one.

And you've lost your brother.

And your team.

And now you're wondering,

"What was the point

of any of it?"

I told you I've been there.

You and Jason,

relit a fire in me that I

thought had gone out.

What is it?

There's a lot I haven't told you about what happened in New York.

The explosion.

The counter strikes, the nuclear winter,

all of it happened because of me.

What do you mean?

My son,

he set off the nuke.

I don't understand. How is that possible?

He and his mother had been taken by the Master.

She had been turned, so, I released her.

Zach saw the whole thing.

He didn't push the button 'cause he wanted people to die.

He did it 'cause he was angry with me.

What happened to him?

I went looking for him in the aftermath but he had disappeared.

Do you think he's still alive?

I don't know.

Some days I hope so.

And if I’m being honest,

there are other days where I think it would be better...

I can get you to the ceptor tunnel.

If you want to part ways after that I understand.

Jason wanted us to make 'em pay.

That's what we're going to do.

So...

Where to?

There's something going on here.

That wasn't a raid, we're used to blacked out buses.

Strigoi enforcers.

People screaming, trying to escape. But this was the exact opposite.

This was the very definition of a calm, orderly fashion.

What is that?

"Join The Partnership in this exciting new venture,

building sustainable farms for a better, brighter tomorrow.

Get out of the city, get back to the land."

Recognize the name?

"New Horizons."

It was on the wall on the transportation office.

And the train schedule too.

The units...

They've been shipping people out of the city.

Why?

Well, think about what they've been doing the last nine months.

They've built up all this infrastructure for The Partnership,

but they haven't been maintaining it.

They stopped re-purposing materials and repairing vehicles.

Now they're rounding up the work force shipping them out.

The question is where?

I don't know.

But I can tell you one thing,

I bet it doesn't look exactly like this.

Yeah.

I followed him back to an old NYPD armory.

They've got two men guarding the front door, it's reinforced steel.

And at least four more inside, maybe more.

- Armed? - Definitely.

With all the stuff they got in there, this will be the score of the century.

So lets go take it.

What's the problem?

The problem is they're ex-cops.

I recognize them from the neighborhood.

One of them is a beat cop named Flores.

The other is a bitch-ass lieutenant named Rich.

How many total?

- Six. - Easy.

We take out the guards,

go in through the front, hit them with everything we got.

- I mean, they can't kill us all, right? - You want to bet?

Look, they're ex-cops.

That means they're highly trained and armed to the teeth.

We've got to be smart about this.

So, what's your plan?

All right. We go in through this tunnel.

There's a section of duct work that leads up and through the back wall.

Hell with that.

We're not crawling in on our bellies like a bunch of goddamn cockroaches.

When they came into our place,

- they disrespected us. - That's right.

We're going through the front, like men.

You want to bum-rush the front door?

That's fine by me.

But what are you going to do about the tripwire?

- What tripwire? - Exactly.

We don't have any idea what's waiting for us behind that front door.

And I don't want to be the first one down that hallway. Do you?

Anybody else want to volunteer?

A'ight. Going through the tunnel then.

Shit.

No, this is not going to be a cake walk.

But if we get it right,

we're going to be set for a long time.

And we get the sons of bitches that killed Ralphie.

All right, listen, this is going to be the easiest way into the tunnel.

I’ll call.

- Pair of nines. - You've got to be shitting me.

Come on, cough 'em up.

- You don't even smoke. - I do now.

All right, guys. I’m out.

Light 'em up.

We got company.

Taking fire. Peter's down.

- Dammit. - Go, go!

Get there!

Shit!

Holy shit.

Hey.

You did what you had to do.

My man, Gus.

The man with the plan.

Do you feel any pain?

Here you go.

Just a little pressure.

Pressure is normal.

What's happening?

I'm getting ready to make the second incision.

Just keep breathing.

Making the second incision now.

Here we go.

Hey, it's all right.

- Scared. - There's nothing to be scared of.

- Just try to relax. - I can't.

Pick up some Mayo scissors.

Tell me about your kitchen.

- What? - When you were growing up.

Everyone spends a lot of time in their kitchen.

What was yours like?

It was sunny.

My mom painted it yellow,

herself, like, three different times trying to get the right shade.

How is she doing up there? Vitals stable?

- Close your eyes. - Yes, doctor.

Now breathe deeply.

Tell me what else you remember.

Bladder blade and Richardson retractor.

I remember the smell.

What did it smell like?

Vegetable soup.

That was her favorite.

Suction.

And she was always playing music.

What kind of music?

Bob Dylan,

- Simon and Garfunkel. - We're ready, Sophie.

You're going to feel a slight pull.

- Got it. - It's okay.

Here she comes.

Here she is.

Clamp.

- It's good. - You did it.

Yay, you did it.

There we go.

Why isn't she crying?

Aspirator.

Miranda, why... why isn't she crying? What's going on?

Relax.

One moment.

Here you go.

Prep for closure.

What does she look like?

She's beautiful.

I want to see.

Dr. Weiss...

Here you go.

- What's going on? Where... - Irrigation.

Where's Olive? Why can't I see her?

You're not even going to show it to her?

Dr. Weiss!

You have to leave now. We're closing her up.

- I want to see my baby. - Show her the goddamn baby.

Outside now. Get Miranda out of here.

- I want to see my baby. - Goddamn it, Miranda!

What the hell?

- Miranda! - Jesus.

Okay. Easy.

- Tell him to back off! - Do it.

Okay.

Keycard. Now!

Easy.

- Which way? - I can help you. Listen to me!

Bitch.

Did you honestly think I was going to let you...

Open the door now.

You wanker.

You're not going to get away with this.

She went over there!

Please, help us.

Help us, please.