The Strain

Previously on the strain...

You've grown old, a230385. Surprised to see me?

You look exactly the same.

206 passengers are dead. And we don't know why.

4 passengers survived and we don't know why.

There's no answer to why us, it's just random luck.

But I'll take it.

Why do you want that list, anyway?

I'm going to visit their families. Pay my respects.

Well, now that you mention it.

I know a urologist who might be persuaded

to make an emergency house call.

You have two bosses now, Jim Kent.

The ones you report to at the CDC and me.

They paid me a little bit of money to do 'em a favour, alright?

And then the favours kept getting bigger and bigger.

And you waited 'til now to tell us?!

I would do anything to keep my wife alive.

Ah!

You're going to murder everyone on that list of yours?

Yes.

Of course. You know the serenade for the eclipse concert

is Mr. bolivar's number one priority.

I understand that, Sean, and I will do my best.

I'll let you know as soon as I have a firm answer.

Thank you.

I'm doctor Evanston. The urologist.

Ruby wain, Mr. bolivar's manager.

Thank you so much for coming on short notice.

- Dr. box said it was urgent. - It is.

The concert is tomorrow,

Mr. bolivar isn't doing well at all.

I don't know if it's this all plane thing,

but it's vital that we get him on that stage tomorrow.

And this goes without saying

your discretion is of the most importance.

Gabe?

Dr. Evanston's here.

Mr. bolivar...

I'm Dr. Evanston, the urologist.

Can I do at three o'clock?

Yes, a full mani-pedi.

Oh, no, no, no. That won't work. Let me do chiang instead.

- Ok, well then how about four? - Ah! Oh my g...

Gabe...?

Dr. Evanston?

Gabe, are you in here?

Gabe are you ok? Oh!

Rrrrhhh...

Mine!

Ah! Ahhh!

- Mine... - Oh God! Please help me...

Ow! Shit! Ahh.

H... oh!

Ah!

Aaahhhhhhh!

Come on. Come on. Answer!

It's... it's me. It's me. Something happened.

No, no, no, no. The concert is cancelled.

Sh... oww

d... no! Just stop... listen... Listen, listen to me!

It's Gabe I think he's um...

He's hurt someone. Bad.

Like, permanently bad.

Of course I didn't call the police.

I haven't talked to anyone.

At the townhouse.

He's still there.

Are you sure?

You have somebody that can do that?

Cause I can't be connected to this in any way.

We should call someone.

Who do you suggest? The police?

I just got out of jail and have no wish to return.

But if you'd like to spend the next few vital days in custody

to appease your guilt, be my guest.

This... scourge we're now witnessing

has existed for millennia.

It is a corruption of both flesh and spirit.

It ravages what is human in its victim.

Instills a raging thirst. That is his goal...

To destroy humanity.

"His" goal? Who's he?

The master.

The master. Is that a... proper name?

I suppose you might call him "patient zero".

He spreads his virus through the parasites in his blood,

driven by his horrible will.

Do you know why there are different rate of infection

between the "dead" passengers and the survivors?

Some people get the flu and have a sniffle. Some die.

Well this master... why would he let four passengers live?

The media focuses on the miraculous survival of four

as opposed to the deaths of 200,

allowing the dead time to change,

return home and spread the disease.

The master excels at manipulation and disinformation.

Which is why they created a scapegoat,

the unfortunate Regis ceo.

So it's a disease, but it has an intelligence?

What I can say is that this was all planned.

Not just the events on the plane,

the but the fallout surrounding it.

Ok. Who is he?

An ancient creature. Who feeds on the blood of his victims.

Like a vampire.

I use the term strigoi.

- Which is what? "Vampire" in... - Romanian.

Now, take away the cape. The fangs. The accent.

He's a predator, a leech, a blemish.

And I know it's... it's hard to believe.

Even I didn't at first.

How do you know all this?

When I was a little boy,

my grandmother, my bubbeh meiseh,

told me fairy stories about the strigoi, about the master.

I... thought they were only stories until I...

Saw the devil with my own eyes.

Once we're there, you'll be able to stretch your legs, bubbeh.

Hopefully it won't be too much longer.

This train I would not wish to go any faster.

I don't think we will be happy to arrive at our destination.

We don't know that.

- Don't be naive. - Abraham...

Remember the stories I told you.

Evil lurks in this world and I fear we are soon to meet it.

Out!

Out!

On behalf of the camp administration I bid you welcome.

Asta. Wetter.

Just as our soldiers risk their lives,

you will work here for the welfare of a new Europe.

Together, we create a better world for future generations.

This is a place of order and discipline.

Do your work, and you shall be treated accordingly.

After the war we shall assess everyone based on his merits

- and reassign him. - Frauen und kinder...

- Frauen und kinder... - That's my wife...

No. Wait, please! Please!

- Abraham, go! - No!

Abraham! Leave him!

You want to die right now? Let her go.

- I have to protect her. - And if you try,

you'll be killed also. You think she wants that?

You. And you. Over here.

Skills?

We are carpenters.

I have six weeks as an apprentice.

This is how we live.

- Time to get up! - We made you breakfast in bed.

- I cooked. - I did.

- Making toast isn't cooking. - Thank guys.

Okay, you two, slow down. Mama doesn't feel good.

- No, no, it's okay. - Any better?

I'm fine. If you'd just stop fussing.

My throat is sore and I'm tired.

Regis idiots aren't gonna know what him 'em,

when I'm done with them.

Yes, miss Joan. Now, drink your tea.

- Ok, ok, I got it! - Shit!

I wish you weren't sick, mom.

Ah...

Yeah, me too.

Neeva, I... I need some rest.

Thank you guys for breakfast.

Neeva.

So now what? I assume you have a plan.

Of course.

I visit the next person on the flight manifest.

And you kill everyone on that list?

Remember, they are no longer people.

And to think they are is very dangerous.

This early in the infection they're easier to kill.

Now that I have recruited you, perhaps at the next house,

we find another person to help.

And maybe at the next, another.

With 20 people

we can cover 10 victims apiece.

So that you can build a little army?

If I can.

Well I need film of one of the victims alive

so that my bosses will know how dangerous and violent they are.

- Who's next on the list? - Ansel barbour.

One of the survivors.

He's probably turned by now.

Here. It's a nail gun.

Modified it years ago.

Loaded with silver nails.

Silver affects them, it can even kill them.

For my purposes, it weakens them enough

to allow me to get close enough for a final blow.

You think you're taking a risk in trusting the word of a stranger

but I'm taking the greater risk in trusting you.

What we're dealing with here is the fate of the human race.

So, I don't expect you to believe that yet,

you believe you're drafting me into your cause, but

truth is, I'm drafting you into mine.

Just to be clear,

if in your attempt to film Mr. Barber,

he infects you, I will not hesitate to release you.