The Strain (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 13 - The Master - full transcript

Eph and Fet recon for an all-out assault that Setrakian assures them will finally kill the Master. Gus aligns himself with a strange new force, one that may swing the fight in an unforeseen direction.

Previously on The Strain.

What the hell?

What is it, man?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Where are you taking me?
Get your hands off!

He's nesting
somewhere in the city.

We can find him
if we work together.

Have you come here
to destroy me?

We've got him on the run.
We must press on.

Thank you.

Sir.



Come along,
Mr. Fitzwilliam.

I want all this boxed up and
brought back to my office.

Right away, sir.

That can stay.

Take special care
of this valuable item.

Certainly, sir.

Silver.
How quaint.

Eldritch.

How are you feeling?

I expected it
to be traumatic,

to say the least.

But I feel wonderful.

Strong, energized.

No pain.



When does my, uh-

Oh.

Did you think
you had been turned?

The Master gave you the
white, yes, but not the worm.

He gave me health,
but not immortality?

Ah.

He visited you
in your hour of need.

He spared you the way
of almost all flesh.

How long will this last?
I don't know.

But not forever.
Oh, no.

You're turning people right and
left all across this town,

yet I'm on some- some son of...
waiting list?

True,
they are being turned.

But being turned
the way you seek,

well, that is
a far different thing.

I've done too much and come too
far to be treated this way.

He chose you, Eldritch.

He anointed you.

You will serve at his
right hand for eternity.

Eventually.

Eventually when?

Think of this
as another test...

for your
everlasting devotion.

Thanks, buddy.

Oh, my God, this is so cool.
Thanks, Mom.

It's from Dad too.
Okay?

Let's bring it on the street.
Let's bring this down.

Oh, I wanna take some video to send to your
dad while he's at his conference in Atlanta.

I'll go around the corner
and circle back.

Perfect. Watch out- For cars.

For cars.
You got it.

Hey, Dad.
We miss you.

Thanks, Mom.
I love my bike.

I love you too, honey.

So why did we see
all those vampires in one spot?

For safety.

Without the coffin, the Master needs
to be protected during daylight hours.

So those 500,
or a thousand, down there-

They are his security.

The Master will be
nesting nearby.

So whatever's aboveground here,
it's important to him.

It's got to be dark or protected.
Most likely both.

Did you just agree with me?

In this instance, yes.

You two
are falling in love.

It's a beautiful thing.
Huh?

My vote?
Reconnaissance.

Doc and I will go down to Vestry and
Washington and see what's there. Yeah?

We should move.

We wanna burn as little
daylight as possible.

An excellent idea.

I heard you guys talking.
What's going on?

Uh, we're just
discussing our plans.

Are you gonna try
to attack him again?

We most certainly are.

Uh, we're just, uh-

Fet and I are going down to
Tribeca to check some things out.

What about me?

You? Get dressed. We'll be
back before you know it.

When can we go home?

Zack, we can't go back.

I'd appreciate it if you'd let me
decide what I wanna tell my own son.

Sheltering him will ultimately
only make things worse.

He needs to know the
truth, the whole truth,

including what happened
to his mother.

That's not your decision to make.
Keep your mouth shut.

Shortest honeymoon
on record, huh?

Come on, Doc.
We're burning daylight.

Who's there?

Huh?

You must be real scared
to have me tied up like this.

What, you scared to look a
Mexican in his eye, you coward?

Huh?

That's more like it.

What is this shithole?

What the hell are you?

You planning
on eating Mexican tonight?

You're gonna choke.
I promise you that shit.

I did not bring you all the way
down here... to drink you.

- Down here where, huh?
- Deep underground.

- Somewhere safe.
- Safe from what?

What you gonna do
with that, huh?

You be patient.

So what do you wanna do? You wanna
just talk? Have a conversation?

Bad idea.

Son of a bitch!
Come with me.

This is the heart
of one who has been turned.

I thought it would make a
nicely ironic addition...

to my collection
of my own failed organs.

If you say so, sir.

Apparently, Dr. Goodweather made an
unauthorized broadcast last night...

using the Emergency
Alert System.

- Why was I not made aware of this?
- You were dying, sir.

It didn't seem important.

Well, it was
important enough...

that the secretary of Health and
Human Services, Maggie Pierson,

is talking about quarantining
all of Manhattan.

I need to have
a serious chat with her.

Bring the car around,
and contact Eichhorst.

No, sir.

Excuse me?
I won't do it.

Not anymore.

When people called you cruel
and selfish, I defended you.

I said they didn't know
you as I know you.

Then Eichhorst showed up,
and his ilk,

and I told myself
it was them-

manipulating you,
warping your judgment.

I was wrong.

You've been by my side
the entire time.

Yes, I am complicit
because I served you loyally.

This is the part where the whore
declares herself a virgin.

You made a devil's bargain.
You pulled me into it with you.

Your sudden resurrection-

it's an affront to nature
and to God.

What a load
of horseshit.

You self-righteous
son of a bitch!

How dare you defy me!

Part of me thinks I should
kill you right now,

restore the natural order
of things.

But I can't,

not after all
you did for me.

Consider my debt to you
paid in full.

Never come after me.

You fool.

Deserting me when we're
on the verge of triumph?

Where will you go?

What will you do
without me to protect you?

The question is, sir,

what will you do
without me to protect you?

That goth douche bag.

Share the wealth, Doc.

Bolivar- the one
who attacked Nora's mother?

He was one of the four
survivors on the plane.

He said he was buying a theater in Tribeca.
He's living there.

He bought the Vestry, huh?

Oh, this place goes all the
way back to vaudeville.

You know?

And since then, it's been
a silent movie theater,

Yiddish stage, speakeasy,
a burlesque house.

This Bolivar is one of the
Master's favorite vamps.

Then there's a high probability
the Master's inside.

Probability’s not
gonna cut it, Doc.

We need to know for sure.
You know?

What?

You know how I said that theater
used to be a speakeasy?

Yeah, and?
Yeah.

In the '20s, this place
was called Hart's Tavern.

It was run by a gambler
named Diamond Jim O'Brian...

who also owned the Vestry Hall
across the way.

Now, Diamond Jim, he was a legend
during the Manhattan bootleg wars...

because his place
had been raided so many times.

But they never found any booze.
You know why?

I don't need to.
You're gonna tell me.

They never found any booze because
he'd built a secret tunnel-

a tunnel that he connected to the sewer
tunnel that connected to the theater.

Huh.

That's how they ran the
booze back and forth.

No vampires.

That's a good sign.

They used to have secret latches
that would unlock the door.

Not bad.

An alcoholic's
sixth sense for booze.

What are you doing? We're not
going in there without backup.

I'm your backup.
We've got weapons.

We have 30 bullets
between us.

We don't know whats on the
other side of that door.

It's just recon, Doc. You know?
Little squeak and peek.

Come on.

Here it is.

The old sewer tunnel.

Look, smell
and listen, huh?

We're going this way.

Look at this.
Huh?

To haul liquor up and
down during Prohibition.

This is our stop.

Come on up.

Coast is clear.

The coffin.

They're reassembling it.

The Master must be
around here somewhere. Huh?

Okay,
that's enough recon.

Let's get the others while
it's still daylight. Yeah.

What the hell
are you doing?

“The secret
to all victory...

lies in the organization
of the non-obvious."

Marcus Aurelius.

We're gonna flood the sewer
tunnel with sunlight.

We don't want any more munchers to get
into the theater before we come back.

Come on.

You do not pull the plug on me.

I am trying to gauge the impact
of our pirate broadcast,

but all the channels
are gone.

Well, I think that's
your answer right there.

Oh, God.

- Wha-
- We've got work to do.

Tell me you
found something.

The Master is
at Bolivar's theater in Tribeca.

The coffin is there-
at least pieces of it.

When do we leave?

I can't go.

Because of Zack?

Kelly's gonna find him sooner or later.
I can't leave him alone again.

So bring him. To Bolivar's?
Are you crazy?

We didn't go 30 feet
before we ran into vampires.

Open your eyes, Eph.

Where I grew up, people disappeared
in the middle of the night.

You do not have the luxury
of choice anymore.

All we can do now
is fight.

If you wanna
protect Zack,

just... keep him
by your side always,

and we'll see
this thing through.

Every bridge
and turnpike.

Shut down all the airports,
the ferries, the tunnels.

Nothing gets through. Something
always gets through.

We're gonna need every National
Guard unit in the Northeast.

Eldritch.
What are you doing here?

Preventing you from making
a grave mistake, Maggie.

Where is
Mr. Fitzwilliam?

On leave.

This is a colleague of mine,
Thomas Eichhorst.

Secretary Pierson,
Everett Barnes, with the CDC.

A pleasure.

Eldritch, you look amazingly well.
How did-

A wonderful new medicine,
soon to be all the rage.

Now, Maggie- Eldritch,
someone has lied to you.

Either that, or you've been
less than truthful with me.

You think
I lied to you?

Whatever happened, the
situation was misrepresented.

Now, I have a call in one
hour with the president.

I am strongly recommending...

that he declare martial law
in New York City...

and order
a complete quarantine.

You're panicking, Maggie. It will
mean the end of your career.

My career?

Human beings are being convened
into these horrible monsters.

We have
absolute proof.

I know it sounds preposterous.
Preposterous indeed.

At the end of the day,
Eldritch,

my loyalty is to the
American people, not to you.

I'm sorry.

Maggie, could you and I
have a private talk?

Have you been in Mr., uh,
Palmer's employ for very long?

Oh, I am not
in his employ.

Oh.

Your accent,
Are you from Germany?

Originally.

I once was in Munich
for a conference.

I didn't care for it.

You wouldn't.

Oh, looks like the conversation
is coming to an end.

What are you doing? Let me go.

Oh, my God.

Maggie.
Oh, my God.

And this one?

Dr. Barnes,

do you have any thoughts on how to
deal with this so-called crisis?

Crisis?
What crisis?

Say you were promoted to secretary
of Health and Human Services...

in the wake of Maggie's
tragic suicide.

What do you think
should be done?

I think we should
just stay the course.

That is,
if you want to.

Now, if I remember
correctly,

Dr. Goodweather worked under
you at the CDC, did he not?

Goodweather went rogue.

I- I told him to lay off.

I got him fired.
I had him arrested by the FBI.

I did everything
I could do to stop him.

I think
we'll keep him.

Hey, Zack.

Turn that off.

What's up?

We're leaving.

All of us,
including you.

Son, this is for you.

It is very sharp...
and very dangerous.

Handle it with great care.

This weapon is forged
from silver.

Silver burns vampires.

That's right. You hold
it with two hands.

Grip it tightly.

You wanna show it
to them first.

They fear silver.

Strike here,
if you can reach.

If you can't,

strike here.

Where there is no bone,
the blade goes deeper.

Quick thrusts,
in and out. In, out.

You know why we're
doing this, right?

Yeah.

Since the beginning
of creation,

boys have hunted
beside their fathers.

- This is no different.
- This is very different.

We're fighting
to protect each other.

And we're gonna get
through this.

And we're gonna win.

Remember,

he will use whatever
advantage he can against us.

Whatever you see,
whatever you hear,

do not stop until the
Master is defeated.

Ready?

I knew it.

Nice, huh?

It won't hold.

Now they've seen us,
they'll push through,

sacrificing however many it takes
so the others can get through.

Remember when I went back
to my place that one time?

I grabbed a few things.

I've been saving
these babies.

Dynamite, yes.

It's a- a common
exterminating tool.

You flatter me, Doc.

You guys might wanna
get back in the tunnel.

Munchers are going
boom-boom.

Fire in the hole,
vermin!

Come on. We're good.

Cover your nose.
Ammonia overload.

Wood-carver.

You're hearing him,
aren't you?

Now it's his turn
to hear me.

Let's finish this.

Spread out and attack.

Dutch!
No, wait!

That's Jamie.

She works
at a gallery in Soho.

Oh, God.

Bloody hell!

- Keep moving.
- Go find him, Professor.

You too, Doc.

We'll handle these munchers.
Now, aim for the head.

- Like that!
- Dad!

Come on! Let's go! I've got you, Zack.
Come on.

Attagirl.

Dad!

Zack!

Clear this level.

Incoming!

Shit!

Miss Velders.
So I'll drink you first.

Yeah,
try it, asshole.

Abraham.

Abraham, come to me.

Abraham, I'm here.

Abraham.

Help me, please.

Come to me.

Abraham.

You wanted to find me,
wood-carver?

Here I am.

I have waited
for this day.

Break the windows!
Let in the light!

It's over, strigoi.

Come on!

Come to me.

In the name
of all that is holy!

Where is he?

He ran down the building
and disappeared.

- In direct sunlight?
- In direct sunlight.

I thought
that couldn't happen.

I thought sunlight
would kill him.

What he did...

I... did not know
he was capable of doing.

But- But you
injured him, right?

I mean, that's why
the others ran off?

I was wrong.

Well, if sunlight
doesn't kill him, what does?

We're lost.

Don't do that again.

What is this? I seen you
kill other vampires.

And I know you got
a stinger too.

What do you want with me?

You work for the German.

I don't work
for nobody.

I did a job for him
once, and I regret it.

You transported a box from the airport
across the river into Manhattan.

Yeah, and I owe him
for that.

He's number one
on my list.

Do you know
what was in the box?

Whatever it was,
it cost me my mother.

It cost me
my best friend.

It cost me everything.

Maybe you would like
some revenge.

Well, you know what?

Now that you mention it-

What's up?
You brought your homeboys?

Holy shit.

You are standing
before beings...

of great honor,

dignity, power.

The ancients.

Are they alive?
In a way.

I mean,
can't they speak?

I speak for them.
For now.

Why is he looking
at me like that?

They're not
looking at you.

They're dreaming.

If we wake them,
we'll have to feed them.

I don't think
you'd enjoy that.

An ancient truce
has been broken.

An act of war
has been declared.

We need a human soldier who can
move freely in the daylight,

someone who can use the power of
the sun to massacre the unclean.

You know what it
sounds like to me?

Sounds like you got
a vampire turf war going on.

You have proven
yourself capable.

Well, why should
I help them?

Or you?

And a rich payday.

I'm listening.

We'll go to my place
to regroup.

I have tools.

Zack,
where's your inhaler?

The extra inhalers
are in there.

Give me two minutes.

Make it one, Doc.

Okay, Zack, I've got them.
Come here.

Come on.

- You're not wheezing.
- You said we were never coming back.

Did you do this just to
get this photo album?

It's dangerous here.

Where are we going?

Right now we're
going to Pet's.

How will Mom find us?

She'll find us.

I remember
that birthday party.

We had that-
that pony.

And Mom made
that farm cake.

Yeah. That was awesome.

I'm surprised
she kept all these.

She wouldn't just trash all these
pictures just because you two split up.

Okay, well, time to go.

Zack.

No.

- Mom
- Zack.

Zack.

- Mom!
- No. It's not her.

It's Mom!
Lei me go!

Zack.
Stop it, Zack.

No! Mom!

- No! Don’t shoot her!
- It's not her anymore!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom.

She was here?

- Why aren't there any more coming?
- There will be.

She won't stop. Not until
she gets what she wants.

The Master
will use your wife,

her love for your boy.

Eph. Don't.

He'll use your
wife's love for her son to pursue us.

- Don't.
- To the ends of the earth, if necessary.

Lei him try.

Too long I've lived.

Too much I've seen.

This planet, our host,

once so wild and unknown,

we've mapped it, paved it,

arranged it on a grid,

never imagining that something
else was watching us-

a creature even more ruthless
and predaceous than we are,

eager to exploit
the very infrastructure...

we so obligingly arranged.

Is the war already lost?

Are we destined
to be cattle for monsters?

Or, now that the enemy
has finally shown his face,

do we have
a fighting chance?

The wand today is not
what it was one week ago.

What will it be
one week from now?

One month from now?

Nothing is written
that cannot be changed.

It is a small world
after all.

We made it that way.