The Strain

Previously on The Strain...

I found a way to kill these things. It's a bio-weapon.

It's crude, it needs to be refined, but it works.

- Goodweather. - He's here for me, not for you.

No! Wait!

Who put this up?

That's your friend from the convenience store?

We were more than just friends.

- Men or women? - I specialize

in passionate, destructive relationships.

The best kind.

This airport's in a restricted area. There's a quarantine.

I sensed him when he was injured.

I will stop him, but for my own reasons...

which you well know.

I need to know who got close enough to hurt him.

And I need human hunters. That is, if you have any left.

They called him the Barbarian Gladiator.

A warrior like none other.

Unmatched in speed,

strength and savagery.

He defeated every challenger...

man and beast.

None lasted more than a few minutes. Most, not more than a few seconds.

Please.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

It's not I who wants this outcome.

Your own kind demands it.

A senator

with more than a passing familiarity with the dark arts

sponsored the Barbarian Gladiator.

They call you the Night Demon of Sicily.

It took an entire army detachment to capture you

at the cost of 20 soldiers.

They wanted me so badly; I decided to see what for.

You were to be crucified. The games saved you.

The greed of the Patrician class and the savage impulse

of the masses saved me.

You care not for food or drink.

You care only for the juice of one animal.

The human animal.

You bleed white, yet you tolerate exposure to the sun.

You are the half-breed,

birthed of human flesh and demon blood,

possessed of a God-like strength and agility.

Why do you not escape?

I am a student of human instinct and behavior.

I find I learn best as their instrument.

If you want to learn about man's true nature,

I can offer you a complete education...

on the field of battle.

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Hey.

You watching me dream?

I was just waiting for you to wake up.

I'm sorry I wasn't there last night.

Just... still working through some things.

Poor Fitzwilliam.

Yeah, that's too bad.

He could've been helpful to us, you know?

I don't want to get dressed.

I don't want you to get dressed either.

- That's not what I meant. - Are you sure?

I have been wearing the same three outfits for days.

Maybe I should go and get the rest of my things.

You should!

Just clear all your stuff out

and move them in here.

Moving my things in.

And that's not a commitment or anything.

Of course not.

_

What about the furniture?

Is it yours?

Most of it's Nikki's. Paid for by her generous mother.

- Is that the wrong key? - No, it's dead bolted

- from the inside. - Step back.

I don't smell vamp shit.

Vamps don't lock doors. Squatters.

Show yourself!

Hey.

Nikki!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- You're alive. - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Are you OK? Are you OK?

_

Everything all right, Mr. Palmer?

I'm sorry, I was just thinking.

Looks like an absolutely gorgeous day.

Maybe I'll take a ride later.

Perhaps you'd like to accompany me?

That sounds wonderful.

Mr. Palmer, excuse me. I have an update on Goodweather.

Coco, could I trouble you

for a cup of that wonderful herbal tea you recommended?

Certainly, Mr. Palmer.

Sorry, sir. You said you wanted to be updated right away.

- Yes, yes. What happened? - Leavitt's dead.

Goodweather shot him and got away somehow.

- Has Leavitt's body been found? - No, we took care of that.

- And Goodweather's bio-weapon? - In friendly hands.

- It's contained. - For now. He certainly could

reformulate it.

How soon until he's taken care of?

That's the thing, sir. We've lost his trail.

We don't know where he is.

- Everything OK? - Couldn't be better.

- Do you have chilled bourbon? - Well, I've got bourbon

and I've got ice.

Bourbon straight. Double, please.

You know, some people like to sip...

and enjoy.

Maybe next time.

After the convenience store, I came back here looking for you.

I didn't come back, not right away.

I was scared out of my mind.

Those creepers at the gas station, they gave up on me pretty quickly.

That's 'cause they weren't there for you.

- They were there for the old man. - So, you stayed with them?

- Those strangers from the store? - Yeah, well, I didn't have

a choice at first. And then...

Yeah, I stayed with them.

She joined the fight.

She's a hell of a fighter too. How 'bout you, Nikki?

Where you been all this time?

You been hiding out in that closet, or what?

I, uh, strained my ankle,

falling, running from those things.

I thought it was a fracture. I tried to go to the ER, but

I got so scared. I've been holed up in here every night since.

I'm so glad you're alive.

Well, it's, uh, it's great.

It's really, really heartwarming.

It really, it really is.

- But... - Yeah.

Setrakian... He's waiting for us, right?

Yeah.

You said you wanted to come back here to get your clothes...

Why don't we both get our things.

It's so much safer there.

We have company.

- You're from the convenience store. - It's me.

This is Nikki, my roommate. This is Nora. She's a doctor.

She has a bad ankle.

She hurt herself running away.

- Tell me where it hurts. - I've been waiting for you

- all morning. We need to go. - Just give me one second.

Hey, Dutch.

- Can I have a moment, please? - How about later, yeah?

How 'bout now?

So?

So?

Aren't you going to ask her?

About the money that mysteriously disappeared from

- your apartment? Your laptop? - None of that's important now, is it?

She's terrified.

She's been through it.

Oh,

is that why you seem, uh, a little reluctant

to tell her about us?

She is dealing with so much right now.

Just give her time. And me.

Give you time?

What for?

I've got to get back to her.

Dutch, Setrakian needs us.

He wants to go to that factory

that Fitzwilliam told us about, so...

I can't leave her here like this.

You understand that, right?

Yeah. OK.

- You can handle this. - Mm-hmm.

- You go. - I will.

Mr. Fet!

Coming!

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"She's dealing with so much right now."

Dealing with what? Leaving her apartment closet?

- What? A twisted ankle? - Mr. Fet. Your romantic worries

have no relevance at this moment. None at all.

You're right.

I have a very strong instinct about this.

Something very bad is happening here.

Well, let's have a closer look. After you.

What's a school bus for blind kids

doing at a Stoneheart factory?

- I trust you've come prepared? - I'm always prepared.

Control, this is Security Officer...

So, what about the big guy? The Russian.

- What about him? - What's his deal?

He doesn't really have a deal.

That's kind of the nice thing about him.

What you see is what you get.

So, what are the sleeping

arrangements here? Where's your, um...

Alright!

Dr. Goodweather, I presume.