The Strain

Previously on "The Strain"...

I have something...

something people would pay a lot of money for.

The "Lumen". I think we can do business.

The "Lumen" will be auctioned off tomorrow. We need to prepare.

- I will be attending the auction. - Not with my resources, you won't!

If you do not provide the funds for the "Lumen", you will never

- get another drop of the white. - He's playing you.

Of course. There is much more to come.

Tomorrow the "Lumen" goes on sale to the highest bidder.

- I need the Ancients to back me. - The gold will not be an issue.

I will obtain the book. After I've examined it,

- I'll turn it over to the Ancients. - Agreed.

Mr. Elizalde. Your mission was a success?

- Got you 20 hungry wolves. - Good. Because your friend

the pawnbroker is about to obtain a valuable book

on behalf of the Ancients. Your job is to convince him

- to give up the book. - What if he doesn't get convinced?

- Kill him and take it. - Kelly's parents

- contacted the centre yesterday. - Nana and Grandpa?

- From where? - Sea Island, Georgia.

Dad, we should go there. We'll be safe.

It's done. We got the travel permits.

You had no other options for Zack. Now you do.

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for hurting you.

I still love you.

Good work, Mr. Ortega.

I am impressed by your progress.

Well, it's been hard getting guys out here, given all the shit that's been going on.

That's why we are paying triple wages.

Yeah, that went a long way.

You know, this is one of the most complicated systems

I've ever worked on. Is it some sort of European model?

It's origins are European, yes.

The enclosures open only from the top, yes?

- Just as you specified. - And the incinerator?

It's being prefab in another facility.

Should be installed by the end of the week.

- Very good. - Seems like

a strange time and a strange place to be constructing an animal-processing plant.

Your point being?

What kind of animal are you gonna be processing here?

- Sheep. - Ah.

Don't tell me you're actually going to miss this place?

A little.

Mr. Setrakian, I'm leaving.

Very well.

Travel safe.

Give me your phone. C'mon, get in there. Nora, c'mon.

Alright. Everybody smile.

Everybody smile.

- OK, that's... that's great. - (Camera shutter sound)

Not big on good-byes, huh?

Not when you've said as many as I have.

Well, good luck getting your book, Professor.

Good luck to you too, Doctor.

Take care of yourself.

Get some sleep.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what?

- We're kissing now? - (Kissing sounds)

C'mere, Zack.

Take care of yourself, big guy. Yeah?

- You, uh, send me a postcard. - Yeah, right.

Well, it'll show up in a couple a years.

I thought this was a quick trip down the coast and back.

With a couple of stops in DC.

We've got some friends and contacts there.

- To put your bio-bomb together? - Yeah, that's the plan.

Well...

don't know where we'll be, but uh...

when you get back,

- well, make sure... - We'll find you.

Let's go.

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You need to make them respect you, Eldritch.

They can't succeed without you.

They seem very certain that they can.

Remind them that they can't.

You don't need to die.

And we never have to lose what we have... ever.

Ever.

Ever.

- (Car honking) - So, uh,

how much gold are we talking about here?

Gold?

Yeah, gold.

You know, the thing that we're using to bargain for the Lumen?

- How much do the Ancients have? - I have no idea.

No idea.

Doesn't that kind of make it hard to bid?

One way or another, we will get the "Lumen".

One way or another?

We win it, we take it,

or we die trying.

Yeah, alright.

How 'bout we skip that third option, though, huh?

: Keep going. Next!

You folks are lucky. You're on the last train out.

- The last train? - National Guard's

gathering up all the trains.

Go.

Next!

: Here we go.

Step back!

: C'mon!

- (Gunshots) - (Screaming)

- Come on. Let's go! - Let's go, be quick. Move it.

Two bag limit!

No one is allowed on this train with more than two bags!

How long until the train arrives?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Attention all passengers.

We appreciate your patience. The train departing

for Washington DC, Charleston, Savannah, Jacksonville,

Orlando and terminating in Tampa/Miami should be arriving shortly.

The right thing to do is usually the hardest.

Well, this is going to be very tough.

You know, when we get to DC...

we get a fresh shot at putting that bio-weapon together again.

Maybe, uh...

Let's focus on getting there, OK?

I know I don't have a right to ask you that...

No, you don't.

Well, at least I know that nobody can annoy you

as much as I do.

This here is Quinlan.

He's the one responsible for getting you guys out of jail.

Pay attention.

This freak?

- He's one of them, man! - I am not one of them.

I'll tell you what you are...

you're dead!

- (Crunch) - (Outcries)

Anyone else?

Gentlemen. Human life

is fleeting.

I've watched many men perish,

good and bad.

The act itself, the dying, is the same.

What distinguishes the honourable

from the dishonourable is how in the few, most important moments in life,

they conducted themselves.

How would you men like to be remembered?

As human animals, marginalized,

locked away in cages? Or as warriors?

Fighters of the highest order?

Today, you fight for one tribe:

Humankind.

It no longer matters what colour you wear,

or what colour your skin is. All that matters

is the colour of your blood.

Red versus white.

Today you will define who you are.

Today you will spill white blood

and change the future.

- Are you with me? - (Cheering)

Then let us fight.

- (Train bell clanging) - (Indistinct PA voice)

Everybody needs to find a seat!

Keep your luggage out of the aisles!

The train is full,

but every ticketed passenger has a seat,

so please be courteous.

We hope to depart within the hour.

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Welcome, Professor. I'm glad to see you made it.

It's gonna be a good time. But first I'm gonna ask

you and your friend here to check all your weapons.

You'll get it back at the end.

Here.

Now, how about a drink?

No, thank you.

Alright, I'll have one for you.

We're gonna need you to verify and register

your gold funds with James right over here.

OK, good luck, Professor.

Thanks.

Who's this guy?

We are going to need to see your weapons.

- I have no weapons. - Up.

- Who are you? - I am Thomas Eichorst.

Mr. Palmer's emissary.

- I will be bidding in his place. - You got gold,

you can bid. Just register your funds right over there.

- Of course. - I'll go get the book,

so we can get this show on the road.

Here is my account information, which all will be verified.

- Where is Palmer? - This transaction is much

too important.

I will have the honour of acquiring the "Lumen".

Abraham,

how ironic that our duel should end not with a fight

but with a simple transaction in gold.

I assure you, Eichorst,

our duel shall end with a transaction in silver.

So, the Master passed you over

for Bolivar. A third-rate musical act.

Does it hurt at all to be bound by loyalty

to one so obviously unimpressed by you?

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