The Strain (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Third Rail - full transcript

Previously on The Strain.

Ah,mi hijo.

So good to have
my 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,

they'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 out
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.

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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.

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 confused 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 Zach 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 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 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.

Run! Run! Run! Run!

C'mon, Mama, pick up.

Pick up, mama, please.

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...

If I go get you cigarettes,

will you go downstairs
and wait for me?

Why the World Trade Center?

The Master is drawn to places

of great human misery.
He seeks out suffering.

Eau de strigoi.

I think
we're in the right place.

"The cave
you fear to enter..."

"Holds the treasure
that you seek."

Oh, God!

With any luck,
Dr. Martinez,

it's gonna get a hell of a lot
messier than this.

Stay to the right!

The third rail.

I don't know if it's live

down here, but, uh...

that's 625 volts;
We don't want to find out.

It's everything
that defined these people.

Well, I hope I'm defined

by more than just my wallet
and my wristwatch.

Everything you see represents
somebody's mother,

father, son, daughter.
- Don't bother.

Following either a gray Ford

or a Plymouth...

We're looking at two male
Caucasians moving south...

Hey!

Does your phone work?
Can you get a signal?

No, mine doesn't work either.

No more graffiti.

The station was
abandoned after 9/11...

Doubt anyone's been here since.

Anyone still human that is.

They're nesting.

During daylight hours, always.

Especially when first turned.

The, uh, transformation,

it exhausts them.

That's a lot of necks to chop.

No.

Releasing them...

would alert the Master
to our presence. Switch off.

Kelly?

Eph, it's not her.

We must keep moving.

I should have been there
for you, Mama.

Mr. Farrell...

you're here for the rent, puto?

Look. The rails
are clean here.

Ah, service cars.

They use the abandoned stations
for turnarounds.

I know these tunnels like the
back of my hand. Now, this line

was built on top
of the old original

1923 line.

Yeah, it's like, uh...

ancient Rome
or the City of David.

Shhh!

We were hearing that
the whole time, Doc.

No, no, this is different.

These tunnels, they do

strange things to sounds. You
know, like whispering chambers.

You know?

If there's a train coming,
we're gonna know it, OK?

Come on.

- GO!
- RUN!

You were saying?

"I know these tunnels
like the back of my hand."

For future reference,
that's the back of your hand.

That's your ass.
That's your elbow.

You want to take lead, yeah?

Take point? Then go ahead.
Be my guest. Go for it, Doc.

I'm sick of this Brooklyn-pride shit.
Save it for somebody who cares.

You're used to having
the last word, huh, Doc?

How does it feel to know
that a pawnbroker

and a rat killer
know more than you do, huh?

You've been waiting for this
your whole life, haven't you?

Congratulations
on the vampire apocalypse.

The first will be last.

The last shall be first, Doc.
- Enough!

Both of you! Pay attention!

We cannot afford to be seen.

Not yet.

It's a shitty way
to go, even for them.

Now, I know another way
to kill them.

Next outing,
you carry the power transformer.

She was heading this way,
so we're close.

Just be careful.

...they'll get any
better. Widespread looting.

Emergency services stretched.
- Hello?

Infrastructure's crumbling,
and there are serious concerns

that hydro and water services
are in imminent danger

of collapse. Added to that,
last night's events,

on the George Washington's
bridge particularly,

has sparked concerns over
a recent wave of vigilantism

that has spread panic over
law-abiding citizens.

And many citizens have
actually decided to pull up

stakes and get out of town.
We have one such gentleman

on the line right now...

Ohhh, jackpot!

Sloppy seconds is more like it.

But food's food.

Check the cash register
just in case.

And grab another bag to fill.
We'll trade what we can't eat.

We might not find
another store like this again.

Ohhh... Damn!

Hey, Val, the clerk, he, uh...

Don't be such a pussy.
You want to eat, don't you?

Check the backroom,
look for canned tuna.

- Oh, Jesus! Hey!
- Let go of me!

What are you doing here, kid?
Hey, Val!

Where did you come from, kid?

Hey, uh...

somebody else here.

Hey, watch it, kid.

Vamoose.

Dead-end.
- What the hell?

- Where did all the vamps go?
- Where'd they...

How'd they get through?

If I were hunting rats,

this is exactly
where I'd assume they'd go.

Or if this is a trap.

Goddamn it!

All clear.

Shit. Behind us.

Go.

Hurry. I'll hold them off.

He knows we're here now.

Oh well, all the more reason
to hurry.

Eph?

Eph?

Doctor!

Eph, are you there?

Give me a hand.

Dr. Goodweather!

I'm so cold.

Find me, Eph, I need you.

- Kelly?
- Don't!

- Listen to me!
- Don't let them hurt me.

Doctor!

No!

Listen to me!

- Doctor!
- Something's happening.

Holding them off with the
light isn't gonna get it done.

Go! Go now!

Go!

Eph!

Eph!

Eph?

Gah! GAAAH!

Gah!

- Ah! I'm stuck!
- Go! Go!

AAAH!

Where are they?

Let's go.

Eph?

Eph, where are you? Hurry.

Kelly, I'm here.

WHERE IS SHE?
Goddamn it, come on!

What are you waiting for?!
Come on!

AAAH!

Ugh! Ugh!

Have you come here
to destroy me?

The old professor...

has a new pupil...

...to fail... as he failed.

I have taken everything

from him.

And I...

will take everything...

from you.

Your wife...

your son.

I...

am a drinker of men.

Professore.

Mrs. Martinez!

Mrs. Martinez?

Mrs. Martinez?

Mrs. Martinez?

I got your cigarettes.

Oh, thank you!

Sweet young boy.

Did anyone see?
Which way did he go?

- Which path?
- Eph.

- We had him.
- No, he had us.

Are you OK?

I think so.

You saw him?
- Yeah, I saw him.

I heard her voice.

Kelly.

She was calling out to me.

He tricked me.
- Of course, he tricked you!

How could you run off like that?

Hmm? We ended up hunting for you
instead of that thing!

WHY DID YOU IGNITE THE
LIGHT BOMB? IT CHASED HIM AWAY!

- We had no choice!
- HE WAS RIGHT THERE!

RIGHT WITHIN MY GRASP! NOW GONE!

I'll not rest
until the Master is destroyed!

And now, neither will he!

I'll break you, you...

strigoi!

Kill you! Die, you!

Die, strigoi!

This way!

How did you know
he went this way?

The Master is here somewhere.

We should think
this out, regroup.

And let them regroup?
Why would we do that?

We may never
get this chance again.

GODDAMN IT!
- Tough choice here, huh?

That's basically
a random choice.

No.

Whoa, look...
I get it,

I'm on your side,
but this is crazy.

We've got him on the run!

We must press on!
Do what you like!

- Stop!
- Hold on!

Flashlights off.

UV only.

Huh?

You see?

I was right! Now, let me go!

Stop! Wait. Nora.

What are we waiting for?

That's a lot of monsters.

No way, Pops!

He is here! Unhand me!

For God's sake, this is suicide!

No! No! No! No!

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