The Strain

Previously on the strain...

Pop, I didn't come here

To fight. I came here to warn you.

You need to get out of this city.

You appear after two years, and I'm supposed to flee

My home on what? The word of a stranger.

What is the status of the Aurora Cutlass?

The ship left port in Egypt. Now we just need you

To make sure that it ports here in New York.

We never cleared Central Park.

Until we take the park back, we don't win.

The big nest. You have a plan?

Star-spangled time. Rockets' red glare,

Bombs bursting in air. Boom.

Fire in the hole!

Pull up the checkpoint feeds.

They lured us to keep us out after nightfall.

Pull out of the park! Now! Withdraw! All units, withdraw!

It's over.

The strongest will prevail.

Where's my son?! Your wife

And your child call to you.

Ugh! Yaargh!

But that's too late! That's too late!

Mmm...

Finally gonna smoke it, huh, Fet?

You've been saving that for a month now.

Better me than some German, eh?

that is a very good point.

I will never see home again.

No. We make a pact here and now.

We fight for each other. To survive this.

For each other.

No matter what.

Fate will turn in our favour once again.

(men talking in foreign language)

Fet!

Fetrovsky, wake up!

Wake up!

Wiped out a nest

Of thousands of munchers.

By the time we got to the surface,

Reinforcements overrunning Central Park.

It was a bloodbath, professor.

You cannot

Defeat an army that can regenerate itself

Every few days, which is

Why we have to be more

Creative.

Putting 'em in a box.

Not just a box.

A box lined with silver

And lead. The silver will incapacitate

The Master. The lead

Will cut off any signals

From the Master to his army of strigoi.

Who am I to argue?

After what happened last night in Central Park,

I, uh...

Don't know if the city's gonna make it.

Faith,

Mr. Fet,

Stick close to it.

I see you've been busy, Doctor.

You don't know the half of it.

Strigoi brain stem.

We think this

Is their communication center.

"we"? You haven't been introduced.

Dutch Velders-- yeah,

I know what you are, who you are. Sorry.

Hmm...

What do you hope to gain from dissecting

These unfortunate creatures? Their communications ability

Is one of their distinct advantages.

We saw that in action in the Central Park massacre.

See this?

This is a sampling of all strigoi communication.

It's... Varying

Ct signal Ar from the Master, right?

A passage in the Lumen refers to

"the silent voice of the Master."

Interesting, yet trivial.

Not if we can isolate it. If we can

Set it out from the rest of the strigoi static,

Then we can use this technique to track him down.

So we need a point of reference.

JFK.

The black box. From Regis Air

753. It might still have his "voice"

Or whatever command he used

To incapacitate 210 souls on board.

JFK, that's well outside

The safe zone. Even if we go in daylight, we don't know what we'd be getting ourselves into.

Are we going?

Who is this guy we're gonna see?

Another pawnbroker.

Specialized in silver.

We often bid against each other at estate sales.

You think he's still alive? I don't

Much care. I'm after his silver.

Where are you going? This is the wrong way!

Long as we're in this part of town, there's something I gotta check on.

My parents have an apartment nearby.

Your parents are still alive?

It's what I want to find out.

Have you been in touch with them?

Goddammit!

Told him to leave.

Mrs. Kryvonis. Next-door neighbour.

Never liked her anyway.

Mama.

You coward.

They were infected.

This was an act of mercy.

Mr. Palmer, sir,

Your blood pressure is... Ugh!

Where is your primary physician? Is he reachable?

I'm between physicians.

Or more accurately,

Beyond physicians.

OK. Ah!

Mr. Duncan.

Settling in? Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I thought you'd like to know that the Aurora Cutlass

Has docked successfully, sir. The Aurora Cutlass?

The vessel from Egypt, sir. It arrived in the port overnight.

Do you have the paperwork? The manifest?

I have it right here, sir.

Oh. I can see I hired the right man

For my new head of security.

What does this line say?

Under "cargo"?

"tractors," sir. "spare parts."

Tractors?

This signature. It's your signature, sir.

It is a forgery.

Mr. Duncan, take me to my car.

Sir, I can't let you go anywhere,

Not in your current condition. Carla,

Your job is not to tell me what I cannot do,

But to help me do the things I need to do.

Now, help me to my car.

We're going to that ship.

Do you realize you're leaving the safe zone?

Beyond here, Queens is a no-man's land.

We have plenty of daylight.

That guy in your backseat, he doesn't look right.

He's not. But, uh,

He's with me.

Keep your eyes open, sir. Don't stop for nothing or nobody.

Good luck out there.

This place is picked over!

Nothing left worth having.

Anything worth having

Was never on display here

To begin with. Trust me.

Huh.

Looks like someone already tried to crack it.

Had no luck though.

Unfortunately, it appears

The combination died along with McTamney.

Again with the dynamite, Mr. Fet?

Do I look like a safe cracker to you?

Whatever came between you and your father?

After all this time working together,

I think that's the first time you asked me a personal question.

I never had reason to. That's pretty simple.

Pop was a stubborn sob;

We never got along.

I never lived up to his high expectations, and...

...He never missed an opportunity to let me know it.

One day on the phone,

We had a blowout, and, uh,

I hung up. And that was

Six years ago.

Come on! Come on!

I finally broke the silence.

Went back to see him a couple of weeks ago,

And I told him

To get the hell out of the city.

You'd think he'd take some stock in what I had to say but...

...He didn't.

Generally, I've found that more intelligent people

Are usually among the last

To accept the existence of strigoi,

And therefore the last to flee.

But at least,

He spared you the horror of having to release him.

He took the soldier's way out.

Yes. This is exactly what we need.

Get the hell out of here! Get out of this!

Welcome to hell, buddy.

I'll take what I want, alright?!

Don't even think about it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Holy shit!

I was in south Sudan once.

It was like disease and war had a contest to see

Who could create more suffering.

I never thought it could happen here.