The Strain (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 12 - Last Rites - full transcript

Previously on The Strain.

Hello, Ms. Velders.

An old, rich guy hired us
to crash most Intemet traffic.

- Eldritch Palmer.
- I never wanted to hurt people.

What the hell
happened to you?

He is nesting somewhere
in the city.

We could find him
if we work together.

I am a drinker of men.

Why did you ignite
the light bomb?

We had no choice!
He was right there!

Right within my grasp!



No way, Pops.

He is here.
Unhand me!

For God's sake,
this is suicide!

No! No! No!

No!

Your pulse is slowing...

and your heart
is struggling, Eldritch.

I can hear it.

Is he here now?

Oh, no.

I came here on my own.

I've kept my pan
of the agreement.

The Master will keep his.

He will not be
compelled or coerced.



He is the Master.

He does...

or he does not.

I used every resource
at my disposal.

No one else could have done
his bidding as I have.

And if he denies you
what you want?

What if he sent me instead...

in order to offer you
your last rites?

He- He will save me.

He still needs me.

I have faith.

Zack, we're back!

Zack, we're back.
Dad!

Oh!

I'm so sorry we didn't come back
when I said we would.

It's all right.
Did you get him?

No. I got close.

I guess close
doesn't count though.

Finally.

Oh.

Everything okay here?

Yep. Fine.

Sure?
Yep.

Please, give me strength.

500 lek.
Sir, no.

800 lek. I'm just taking
her up the river.

No, no.

It's not the price, is it?
It's the destination.

The castle? The ruins?

Has anyone else inquired
about Castle Drisht recently?

A German?

Well-dressed?
Only comes at night.

Are there any people missing
from the villages?

2,000 lek.

I buy her.

2,000.

Miriam.

That farmer was terrified.

He could sense
an evil presence.

We're so close this time.
So close.

Abraham, you have said
these words before.

He's here. I know it.

A victory here
would validate our lives' work...

and avenge the deaths
of Frankel and Jurgis...

and shame those
who have denounced us.

The castle is a half-day's ride.

I'll be back before sundown.

Promise me,

if you see signs of nesting,
you will get away.

You should not
do this alone.

I'm never alone, Miriam.

You're with me every step.

Please, Abraham.

Do not let vengeance
cloud your vision.

I know your heart,

and I know the toll my obsessions
have taken on our lives...

and the sacrifices
you have made.

After this is finished,

we'll settle down in peace.

We'll adopt.

A boy and girl, yes?

Just like
you've always wanted.

Until sundown then.

Next time.

Do you know how long
I have hunted him?

My last encounter with him
was... decades ago.

There may be no next time.

You should rest.

Please, Dr. Martinez,
I-leave me alone.

What is this?

Is this a vampire heart?

How did you-
How old is it?

I asked you to leave me alone.

- You've kept it here. Why?
- Stop with your questions!

Mr. Alonso Creem.

- You remember me?
- Yeah. Yeah, I remember you.

Give me your gun.

Uh- You think I'm playing with you?
Give me your gun!

Slowly.

Now start the car and drive.

Best approximation,

we were right about here when we saw
that horde of vamps in the tunnel.

A radius of half a block
in either direction.

Yeah.

Okay, is nobody gonna
bring this up but me?

You guys saw what happened with Setrakian back there.
- Yeah.

He was upset.
It's understandable.

Upset?

He wanted the four of us
to take on maybe a thousand vampires.

That did happen.
You saw that, right?

He's been on this hunt
for a long lime, Doc.

So, it was just
a senior moment?

Is nobody questioning this
but me?

I think
you're overreacting.

I hear you.
But what choice do we have?

Okay. Good to know.
So it is just me.

Would you look at that?

Miss me?

Now that you mention it.

Nothing is working!

What happened?
Is everyone okay?

As good as can be expected.

Did you bring us some pizzas
in there or what?

Better.
I brought you a plan.

We don't need any more plans.
What we need is a win.

Okay then.
I brought you a win.

I'm gonna set up here, okay?

Where did you steal
that stuff from?

Look, I get it, yeah.
We're never gonna be best mates.

It breaks my heart, truly. But you
need me even if you don’t know it yet.

Oh, is this the lime where I remind
you that you broke the Internet?

Ever heard of
the Emergency Alert System?

It's that thing that always
interrupts the radio and television.

“This is only a test.”
Right?

Established to allow the president
to address the nation...

in a time of war
or national crisis...

for 50 years throughout
various incarnations.

It's never been used,
not once.

Not even on 9/11.

Well, that's because we have
24-hour news stations now.

Broadcasting bullshit stories
about strange influenzas,

random violence,
celebrity weddings.

I can cut through
all that noise.

Broadcast,
cable, satellite-

I can put you on every television
and radio in this country,

unfiltered and uncensored.

I'm an escaped fugitive wanted for murder.
Who's gonna believe me?

Use that notoriety, Doc.

People know who you are,
that you worked for the CDC.

Make some noise.
Get people talking!

Hmm. With your charm,
the sky's the limit.

It actually could work.

Not could. It will.

Now, figure out what you can say
in about 301040 seconds...

to wake up the world.

Whats your name again?
They call me Gus.

I'm just curious.
Hmm?

Why take me off, among all
the people you can go after?

Well, I needed guns,
ammo, money.

You seemed like a safe bet.

What you think you know about me?
I know enough.

Here's the problem...
Gus.

I have a lot of friends- friends
that want to do me favors.

And once you steal
from me,

a lot of people are gonna want to
gel on my good side by finding you.

You take a look
around the city, bro?

A plague done broke out,

turning people
into killing machines.

There's about to be a whole lot of chaos.
Ain't nobody finding me.

You got a plan
in that head of yours?

Cause it better come out
just as quick.

You feel me?

No problem.

Professore.

Miriam!

You have been
hunting too long, Jew.

I knew you would
not be able to resist...

such an inviting trap.

Eichhorst!

I'll leave you here
to ponder your mistakes.

No! Eichhorst!

Eichhorst!

Come back and face me!

That's gonna go
all the way up there, huh?

I'm gonna fool the system
into thinking...

it's receiving the weekly
“This is only a test” test.

And then it's lights,
camera, Dr. Serious.

You can do all that
from here?

No, no, no. This... hunk
of consumer electronics...

is just a dumb
sending-receiving unit.

Bypassing the SATCOM
encryption from my laptop-

Now, that's gonna be
the tricky part.

That is an NSA-level hack.

How did you get started
doing all this stuff?

It's a long story.
Some other lime.

I assume that you answered
an ad in Misfits Quarterly.

You know, some correspondence
course for antisocial anarchists.

My, uh-

My dad worked
for New York Telephone,

tracing phone phreakers.

And then the phone monopoly
broke up,

and he moved
into cybersecurity...

right about the time phreakers
were turning into hackers.

You rebelled
against Pops, huh?

No.

- No, I loved my dad.
- Oh.

He used to go undercover to these
hackathons and take me along.

He saw that hackers were...

more curious than malicious.

Had he, uh, been born
a few years later,

he would have been one too.

All right.
Well, wait a second here.

What you did to the Internet,
that was, uh-

that was plenty malicious.

Yeah, well, I lost my way.

That's why you came back?
To fix things?

That and...

I left a really good pair
of boots here.

Huh.

You know, I'm pretty good
at New York accents,

but yours
I can't seem to place.

Dad met a London girl,
moved across the ocean for her.

That's love, I guess.

My dad died when I was 12,
of a heart attack.

My mom took it pretty hard,

married too quickly
to a proper shithead.

Things were pretty bad
after that, and I left home when I was 15.

So much for love.

Any more details you require?

Only one.

Men or women?

I specialize in passionate,
destructive relationships.

The best kind.

And we're up.

All right.

You are preparing a speech?

Uh, yes, I am,
Mrs. Martinez.

A very important speech.

My Nora was first in her class
at public speaking.

She won every debate
at school.

And most of them at home.

She still does.

Mama? She's
here in the kitchen.

Why aren't you in bed?
I came to check on you.

I couldn't sleep-
the noises, the sirens.

No, no, no.
No more smoking.

Come on. Go to sleep.

I'll sleep with you tonight, okay?

The mother is the daughter,
and the daughter is the mother.

That's how life goes, huh?

Yeah, buddy.

Go easy, man! Easy!
Get your head knocked off.

I got an AR-15, MP5
and a couple of pistols.

Now, take and leave. Never, ever
let me see your face again.

- Yo, who's that?
- Nobody.

Creem, who's that?

Look, just a delivery
I'm expecting.

I'll handle it. He'll be
in and out in two minutes.

Get him out of here.

Greg, come on in.

Don't worry about him.

He works for me. Logistics.

We dropped the containers
this afternoon. Spot D-42.

Yeah, good, good. It'll be
shipped out in the morning.

- Any problem, let me know.
- Of course, my brother.

You have a good night.

Yo. Yo, yo! Yo, yo!
Let's see what's in the bag.

What's in the bag, bro?

Now, that's what I'm
talking about, Creem!

Look, you got your guns.

Gel that shit and get the hell out of
here while you still got a chance.

If that dude is willing to pay you
this much to ship some containers,

then what's in there's gotta be worth a whole
hell of a lot more than what's in here.

So I want to take a look-see.

Ready
for your close-up?

Do you think we should maybe do this
in the morning when people are awake?

They can override our feed in
the TV station control booth.

We want to exploit the inexperience
of the overnight shift.

An extra 10 seconds
of airtime can be critical.

So, uh, put the good stuff
at the top, yeah?

...supposed to protect us.
Where are they?

Taking care of their own families,
most likely. They're not idiots.

Really? You think more
guns on our streets is the answer?

I can't think of anything less likely
to curb the current crime spree...

than to increase the number of
bullets in here, but thank you-

Forty years ago,
I came to this country...

I had dedicated my life
to hunting the Master and his ilk,

but at that moment,
I, uh-

I turned my back
on that quest.

The, uh, evil...

that had presided over this world
for so many centuries...

had withdrawn into the shadows
once again, and I-

I felt I had missed my chance.

But still-

We've been
in your basement.

Your weapons,
your books.

You've prepared.

I prepared, yes,

but I had resigned myself
to the reality...

that I would pass from this world
without ever facing him again.

Seeing the Master in the tunnels
after all that time,

I, uh-

I lost perspective.
I realize that now.

I reacted with raging impulses
and anger...

and emotion.

I-

I apologize.

But... I have rested...

and am ready to press ahead
with the fight.

Miriam!

Miriam!

Okay. Get ready.

And make sure the volume's turned
off so it doesn't feed back.

Oh, my God. Eph, it's working!
Go. Go, Eph.

My name is
Dr. Ephraim Goodweather.

This is not a test.

I'm an epidemiologist from
the Centers for Disease Control.

I'm here to warn you
of an urgent danger.

There is a disease spreading
through New York City and possibly beyond.

This plague is responsible for the
mysterious disappearances we've been seeing.

These photographs show
an autopsy I performed...

on one of the victims.

This strain, this virus...

changes its host body...

through a violent,
corruptive metamorphosis.

You can see a bizarre growth
emanating from the throat,

forming a kind of stinger
through which a worm parasite passes...

from the carrier
to the victim.

In fact, your loved ones,
once they are turned,

once they are infected,
will come after you.

Sunlight kills these-

That's it. It's off.

They stopped it. Whoo!

We did it!
Bloody hell!

We did it! It worked!

Mama, I'm coming!

No!

Mama! Mama!

Gel downstairs now!

Mama!

Get down
to the basement now!

Hurry up! Go! Go!

Time is up, A230385!

Come on.
Keep moving, bro.

Ain't no walk in the park,
taking your time and shit.

Is this it?

So open it.

I can't, man. They don't give me a key.
All I do is ship it.

- Damn!
- Now open it.

Shit! What the hell?

What is it, man?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Give me the gun!
Hurry!

Hurry!

Bitch!
Oh, it's like that, yo?

You wanna play
like that, huh?

Damn.

Oh.

Damn it!

Don't shoot at me.

Uh-uh. No, don't.

Not him! Him.

Who the hell are you, huh?
Huh?

Get off me!
Get your hands off me!

Get off me!

Hey, get your hands
off me!

Where you takin' me?

Huh? Hey!

We need to go.

You're not thinking
of taking them on?

No, that will not work.

I have prepared for this.
There's another way out.

Secret passage
through the meat locker.

- That sounds better.
- I have to agree.

Everybody, arm up.

There will be a time
for condolences, my dear.

Now we must flee.

I can't leave her here.

We could take her
with us.

Maybe there's a chance-

Go get Zack.
I'll be right there.

Go.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Go.

Go.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

It had to be done...

for her.

A230385.

I know you can hear me.

lam coming for you.

Good-bye, Miriam.

Till we meet again.

Fitzwilliam?

Are you there?

I knew you'd come.

I believed.

Save me.

Behold.

Thank you.