The Strain

Previously on The Strain...

Ah, mi hijo.

So good to have two kids together again.

How many times I have to tell? No recycling in the hallway.

Now we're talking about the way you speak to my mother.

If she ever tells me you talk to her like that again,

you're gonna find your body

in one of those recycling bins you love so much.

What was in that coffin? Soil...

Where's that cabinet?

That box was 500 pounds; nothing could lift it up like that.

If you have the coffin, then you still have him!

Do not allow it across the river!

Something evil has taken root. Rats don't migrate like that.

Something's driving them off from underground.

It's hiding down there in the dark.

I tracked the epicenter of the rat-free zone.

We have to look at all the decommissioned tunnels

- near the World Trade Center. - Kill the Master and his spawn will die.

They're coming.

Uh... alright.

UV light bomb test.

Hey! No, no, no. Come on! Come on!

- Now I can't see anything. - That's right.

It's better than burning out your retinas looking

- at the UVC rays. - No fair.

This is a... good idea?

Uh...

Well, we're about to find out.

Fire in the hole!

You might want to put that out.

- What happened? - In engineering terms, uh...

You'd call that a fail.

An epic fail.

Well, light was strong while it lasted.

- Was it long enough to hurt them? - Could be bigger.

Need to keep the bulbs bright enough to do the job without

- burning them out so fast. - Well if it were me, I would

make the lights cycle on and off,

strobe like a camera flash. That might stop

the bulbs from burning out.

Huh.

I could rig up a fog machine too, you know, crank some tunes,

really get 'em dancing. Just boom, boom, boom.

- Forget I mentioned it. Do what you want. - I'm just joking, Doc.

Hmm?

I'm not saying I disagree because I do agree with you.

Don't fall off your high horse.

Problem is, is that...

Well, we can't do any more tests.

I could put the rest of our bulbs in...

Tinker with the circuit board, put in an oscillator...

But we're gonna have to go with what we end up with.

Hope for the best.

Mr. Fet, you've just described my method of operation

for the past six decades.

Mama, what are you doing?!

I can't find anything in this damn kitchen!

Apparently she's searching

for an ashtray she once owned

from the Alvear Hotel, Buenos Aires.

I know it's here somewhere.

Mama...

That broke years ago. Hm?

I'll clean it up.

This is not your kitchen.

An ashtray here.

Thank you.

Ah.

- I don't like him. - Mr. Setrakian is our host.

He has a dark soul.

Mama, basta.

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Toma.

I'm sorry.

I understand what she's experiencing.

She's wrong, what she said about you.

No, she's not.

Is your mother going to be OK?

She gets coused sometimes.

She mistakes memories for reality.

She must have really liked that ashtray.

It was from a hotel-restaurant

where my father took her on their first date.

He wanted a memento, because he knew right then,

from that first night, that he was gonna marry her.

Well then, maybe it's good that she still remembers it.

I think you're right.

Crispin, open the door.

Crispin, open the damn door! I'm not playing, bro!

Mama?

Where's Mom?

Crispin, do you hear me? Where is mom?

No!

No! No!

First, do no harm.

Things have changed.

Have they?

Take a remote village, say 200 years ago.

Residents are manifesting strange symptoms.

Dying, fear and superstition rule the day,

and a curse is blamed until someone like you or me shows up

and, through a scientific process of elimination,

traces the disease to a source and destroys it.

The curse is lifted. People are saved.

Order is restored.

So you believe now?

If we slay the Master, this plague of vampirism

- ends today? - I have to believe it.

Otherwise, I can't justify leaving Zack here...

at the risk of...

being orphaned or...

worse.

- We'll make it back here. - What if we don't?

Maybe one of us should stay.

You mean me?

- I-I would never ask you that... - You just did.

- The answer is no. - I didn't mean it like that.

- I'm leaving my mother behind. - I know, I know you are.

You and I are not assassins.

Fet, that kill-happy exterminator,

this kamikaze mission is his wet dream.

And the old man is consumed by an ancient grudge.

No plan B, because they have no one but themselves at risk.

I don't think we have any other choice.

This was the, uh...

Weapon Jim Kent chose to use.

You would honor him by taking it.

Thank you.

- When will you be back? - Sundown, absolute latest.

- That's the whole day! - Hopefully sooner.

- What about Mom? - I think the best thing is

to, uh... take out that...

The thing that's causing all this. Mr. Setrakian has a plan.

I understand, but why can't I come with you?

I don't know what's out there. I...

I can't control that environment, but here...

You've seen Mr. Setrakian's basement, it's a fortress,

it's an armory. It's the most safe place

- I could imagine for you. - You'll be careful, right?

Of course.

I promise. In the meantime, keep an eye on Mrs. Martinez.

Shouldn't that be the other way around?

Should be.

But you're in charge. You stay in the basement.

Both of you. Don't let anybody see you.

OK.

Time to go.

You're brave.

I love you.

I love you too.

Young boy! Where is my ashtray?

- I don't know, it's not here. - What did you do with it?

I didn't put it anywhere. Nora can help you when she comes back.

Wow!

Where is my daughter?

She went out with all the others.

Is she getting my cigarettes? I need my cigarettes.

See? I need cigarettes!

You shouldn't... my mom says you shouldn't smoke.

Nora will get you some when she comes back.

Let's haul ass! Come on!

- Everybody's having fun now. - Every man for himself.

That's what the Master is counting on.

Don't stop! Run! Run! Run! Run!

C'mon, Mama, pick up.

Pick up, Mama, please.

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Thank you for calling

Harlem's Hospital Center. If you know your party's extension...

- Nurse's desk, 4B. - Yeah, can I speak to

Guadalupe Elizalde, please? It's an emergency.

- May I ask who's calling? - It's Augustine Elizalde, her son.

- Yeah, hold on. - OK.

Mr. Elizalde, Guadalupe's shift isn't till 6pm.

It's totally crazy here. She might have called in earlier,

Come in early, I don't know. But I haven't seen her.

OK. Thank you.

Somebody please! Help me!

I need to get out of here!

Help!

It's locked! Help me, please!

Help me!

Please.

Mrs. Martinez!

Oh, there you are, young boy.

The keys! Give me the keys.

My dad gave me the keys. Do you want to go back downstairs?

My daughter, my Nora,

they've taken her. I must go to her!

No, she left on her own. She's coming back.

- They're all coming back! - They never come back! Never!

We must leave this place!

Please!

- I need to get out of here! - If I...