The Strain (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 1 - BK, NY - full transcript

Previously on "The Strain"...

Too long I've lived. Too much I've seen.

Strigoi!

I've seen them in the tunnels.
It's turning people into

- hungry vermin.
- They are

no longer people. And to think
they are is very dangerous.

You do not have the
luxury of choice anymore.

All we can do now is fight.

Is the war already lost?

Are we destined to be
cattle for monsters or now

that the enemy has shown
his face, do we have



a fighting chance?

I've kept my part of the agreement;

the Master will keep his.

Behold.

- Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
- What about Mom, Dad?

I don't know where your mom
is, but I'm gonna find her.

- No!
- Mom!

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

The Master will use your wife's love...

- Eph, don't.
- for her son

to pursue us to the ends of the Earth.

- Let him try.
- Despite all evidence

to the contrary, you cling

to the delusion that you will prevail?



- The great game is over, Jew.
- Not while I still breathe.

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Abraham Setrakian, come and have your soup.

Abraham!

I'm not hungry.

- Tell me one more story, Bubbeh.
- It late now, Abraham.

There's barely enough
time for a tale. Maybe...

while you finish your soup.

What story do you want to hear?

Sardu, Bubbeh. Will you tell me his story?

Sardu? Again?

Even if it is a scary one?

Very well, Abraham.

But, I want a clean plate
at the end of it all.

There once was a great nobleman

named Jusef Sardu.

Since childhood, he
suffered from gigantism.

His body was aged,

his bones were bent and riddled with aches,

so he was forced to walk with a cane.

His was a beautiful sword-cane

with a white-gold handle
and a silver blade.

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His disease made him aware

of the frailty of life.

So as a result, he was

very kind to others, especially children.

However, Sardu's brother,

the baron, was shamed by
his sibling's affliction.

He organized a hunting trip

with his brother and his cousins,

because he believed the
blood of the Great Grey Wolf

could cure the disease afflicting Yusef.

Day after day,

they walked in search
of the Great Grey Wolf.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey!

But... something other than a wolf

was alive in the woods.

And it started hunting them.

One by one, the members

of the hunting party left...

until Jusef found himself completely alone.

A certainty grew in his heart;

his brethren were dead,

and it was up to him

to kill the beast

or die trying.

Finish your soup, Abraham,
and I'll finish my tale.

When he finally

encountered the creature...

it was not a wolf at all.

It was an ancient, hungry being.

And as it gazed

at the giant's body, it smiled.

Young hunter.

So, you think you're going to kill me...

with that?

I can smell the silver on the blade.

Do you think you are faster...

than me?

This body is frail, brittle.

My will, my soul...

I pass unto you.

Ah!

As a blessing,

I bestow them.

Sardu returned to his village weeks later,

but was never again seen

outside his castle walls.

Not in daylight that is.

Some say he was much changed.

And soon,

young children began
disappearing from the village,

vanishing from their beds at night.

And while no one ever saw Sardu again,

some say they heard his cane in the night.

Evil...

lurks in the world, Abraham,

in many forms.

Some familiar, some not.

You must stop it.

We all must.

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In the name of all that is holy!

Show yourself!

I'm right here.

Where is he?

I was wondering the same thing myself.

- Who are you?
- My name is Vaun.

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Never thought I'd be nostalgic for rats!

Yeah!

Vampire-proofing is, uh,

a lot more labor intensive
than rat-proofing.

Where's Setrakian?

- He left before I got up.
- Where to?

He's not big on leaving notes.

Hey, you wanna help me out with this?

He said sunlight would kill that thing.

We chased it into the sun, it got away.

Everybody makes mistakes,

even vampire hunters...

even doctors.

So you're still on board?

You're still ready to follow him
down every dark tunnel in the city?

Yeah.

- But I've got my own plan.
- Which is?

I'm gonna secure my place,

then next door,

then the block, and then the next block.

The ground game isn't for me.

So what are you gonna do?

Well, seeing as how as a
vampire hunter, I'm total shit,

I'm gonna go back to being a doctor.

At the press conference in
Rose Garden earlier today,

the President announced...

Nora?

...that he has ordered another
2000 National Guard's troops

to deploy in Manhattan...

Nora?

...secure government buildings
and crucial infrastructure.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

This brings the total number
of National Guard troops

in the city to 10,000.

Zack is still asleep.

Dutch. You could use
some ventilation there.

Yeah. And a latte with almond milk

and a massage from the Four Seasons.

When Zack gets up, could you
make sure he gets some breakfast?

Where are you going?

- Out.
- Got it. Yeah, no problem.

I'll just feed your kid and make sure
this place is vampire-safe for you.

Is there a problem?

- Just said, wasn't a problem.
- Sounds like there's a problem.

If there was a problem
I'd tell there's a problem.

You're just so bloody presumptuous.

- Am I?
- God, yes!

...chairman of the Armed
services committee expressed

concern at a hearing today...

Please and thank you.

Whatever, and you're welcome.

With Russia's surprise annexation
of Latvia and Lithuania.

My Master...

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I'm removing the bag now.

Any sudden moves and I'll kill you.

Nod if you understand.

Wait!

- I know this guy.
- Give me my cane!

No way, old man.

He owns a pawnshop in my
neighborhood in Harlem.

- He's not a threat.
- You're the idiot brother

of the man-child who stole my clock!

I brought you your clock back.

OK, shut up. Come on, let's go!

That way.

You work for this filth?

You know what they say. You've got to stay

on top of the food chain, O.G.

You and five strigoi?

- Not very smart.
- Silence.

You will approach with all due respect.

They exist...

the Ancients.

They're sleeping now,

but they can hear and
understand everything.

I speak for them.

What do you know

of the seventh one of their kind?

The... the seventh?

The one you call the
Master. You injured him.

How do you know this?

The seven share a common mind.

But the seventh...

has the power to disrupt thought.

When you injured him, he lost control,

so they saw you fighting.

And now, he has recovered enough

to shield himself from you

once again.

What do you want?

They want to make an alliance with you.

Sometimes great enemies become allies,

so they can fight a common foe.

Do they know how

to kill him?

I think, for obvious reasons,

they won't answer that question.

Then I don't see how they can help me.

No.

You're here to help them.

Over the millennia, they have gathered

vast resources that could
help you in your hunt.

A legend has passed down

through the centuries...

concerning a book,

an ancient tome

of uncertain provenance

and some say divine inspiration;

the Occido Lumen.

And, uh...

what do you know of this book?

I now have proof that it exists.

What are they saying?

They're trying to decide
whether you should live.

I vowed to hunt the Master

until the day I die.

If today is that day, so be it!

All right.

Here's the bargain.

They'll let you live,

but you must guarantee

that when you find the
Master, you will alert us.

Fair enough.

Oh?

They're waking now, yeah.

We'd best leave.

- They're gonna be hungry.
- No, no.

No! Please!

Ah!

As you walk on in the daylight...

never forget this.

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Hello?

Anybody there?

No looters.

Well, if a Walmart is a 10

on the
attractiveness-to-looters scale,

then the pathology lab
would be like a negative 3.

I wonder what happened to Elliot.

He was smart enough to start
a chain of 10 pathology labs;

probably smart enough
to get out of the city.

Smarter than us anyway.

God bless the man.

Never skimped on anything.

You know, it doesn't make
any sense to haul all this

back to Fet's; we should
just set up shop here.

Yeah.

Thank you, El, wherever you are.

Jesus Christ!

- Ah!
- Ugh!

Poor Elliot.

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Herr Eichhorst.

Where is he?

He's near...

always near.

I was under the clear impression

that he was going to be here!

The Master will attend or

- will not attend, according to...
- Please!

Spare me the "he will
or he will not" spiel.

It's tiresome.

This is the most significant part

of the next phase of operations!

Now, where is he?

I see a little of the
Master's white in your veins

has made you bold, Eldritch.

But as a friend,

I'm telling you, being too bold

may not be wise right now.

Eichhorst, honestly?

You're not my friend,

and I don't give a warm
shit what you think.

Don't try and manage me.

I'm not one of your foot soldiers.

I am the Master's partner.

- His partner...
- Hmm...

Of course.

The Master will be very interested

to hear that.

That's a burn.

Only silver could do that.

Did someone attack you?

Step away.

Who was it?

Setrakian and his merry
band of vampire hunters?

The ones you deemed were not a threat? Hm?

Where is your faith, Eldritch?

If you only knew what was to come.

And what does that mean?

Mr. Palmer, sir.

I'm Coco Marchand. I work with Jack Parker.

I'm, I'm sorry I'm late, it
was challenging to get here.

Where's Mr. Parker?

With all the craziness,
he had a family emergency.

But I'm a licensed broker,
and I know, from working

with Mr. Parker, how
important this deal is.

So, I jumped at the
chance to work with you.

Anyway, I have all the
paperwork right here.

Hello. I'm Coco Marchand.

Thomas Eichhorst. Very pleased.

Mr. Eichhorst is my business associate.

I had expressed my concern

to Mr. Parker about the property's

- EPA status.
- Yes.

I managed to locate the EPA 3842 form

on the property. Zero issues.

Very well done!

The drains... they're all functional?

Can they carry a large
amount of liquid waste?

This was a soap and cleaning
supply factory, I imagine so.

What if we were to significantly modify

- the property?
- It's zoned IR4,

which means you can pretty
much do anything you want here,

except build a baseball stadium
and compete with the Yankees.

You a sports fan, Miss Marchand?

- I'm a Red Sox fan, yeah.
- Really?

Where did you grow up?

In France. My mother's
French, my father's American

from Boston.

I've never been to a baseball game.

You're kidding me?

Health issues,

the distractions of my career...

No, sadly, I have never gone.

Oh, you must go.

Baseball can make you feel
like a little boy again,

- in the best possible way.
- Can we finish our business?

Here, I brought you the purchase agreement.

Tell them that in... thank you...

in the middle of this medical holocaust,

they're the luckiest real
estate sellers in the city.

Give them exactly 12 hours.

I'm not moving on the price...

except down.

Yes, sir. I'll get you an answer.

No, Miss Marchand, get me the property.

We either interrupt the
chain of infection here...

by developing a vaccine

or we pour our efforts

into a cure here.

Or we find a way to get to the Bahamas.

I love the chart, it's awesome.

And I don't want to get too meta about it,

but I keep looking at it and I think;

this is a summary of our entire careers;

how everything we know is now useless.

Right, let's start with the vaccine.

Problem number one;

this disease kills its
host before it turns it.

Kind of a big problem if you're
trying to create a vaccine.

It's really a lot easier
if you have a living person.

Problem two, also an issue,

a vaccine helps create antibodies.

Antibodies travel via the bloodstream.

So you need a bloodstream.

What if we find some mechanism

by which we can get the body to destroy

or reject the worms?

Cases like Jim's, where
they only get nicked,

that's 10, 20 percent of the total;

everybody else is getting
sucked dry like a juice box.

- So we focus on a cure?
- Sure!

All we have to do is
figure out how to create

wholesale human organ regeneration.

These creatures generate new
organs in a matter of hours.

Maybe we can start by
figuring out how they do it.

Yeah, maybe.

What? Say it.

- I'm not gonna be your scold.
- I only quit drinking

because of Kelly and the whole
custody thing, and I can't think

of a single positive
thing I ever got out of it.

Be honest, even you like
me better when I drink.

It's not PC but it's the truth.

Then you shouldn't feel
the need to justify it.

I don't.

You're being presumptuous.

We spent the whole bloody
day fortifying this place

against vampires, and now you
want to set out after dark?

Setrakian's still gone?

He doesn't know the neighborhood.

I... I can't wait for him any longer.

The man's a bloody
sword-wielding Armenian samurai.

I'm sure he's...

fine.

Thank you.

Where the hell were you all day?

Don't concern yourself with me.

Did you think that maybe,
"Gee, uh, I should check in,

let them know that I'm not dead,
let 'em know I'm not a vampire"?

I'm not dead.

I'm not a vampire.

Hey.

Professor.

- Did you eat anything?
- I'm not hungry.

No, you gotta eat.

You gotta stay healthy and sharp.

I'm gonna get you something.

You're not even gonna growl at me?

I'm fine.

Where were you all day?

On the trail of the Master.

And?

Nothing.

Mr. Fet, I need your help.

I have a storage locker...

in it are all my extra supplies.

I, uh, kept them separate for...

just this type of an emergency.

I need to retrieve them.

Yeah, OK.

We leave first thing in the morning.

See, that's... that's a good sign,

you giving me orders.

You hurt him, you know?

The Master,

you wounded him.

You shouldn't feel like you failed.

Newton's third law states

- that for every action
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there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Write carefully.

Newton's third law states

that for every action

there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Children, close your work and
listen to me for one minute.

Given everything that's going on,

we have decided to relocate the institute

to outside of the city.

Now, the National Guard is in the process

of setting up checkpoints
at all of the bridges

and all of the tunnels
leading out of the city,

but thanks to our generous sponsors

at the Stoneheart Foundation,

we've gotten a transit
pass out of Manhattan.

So, those of you whose parents
we've managed to contact,

you will be picked up here at the school.

The rest of the group will
travel with me on the bus

to our new location in New Jersey.

All right, everyone, empty your lockers

and pack your bag. We
are leaving in two hours.

Jesus Christ, Zack! What are you doing?!

I'm practicing.

You're mad?

Let's talk it out. OK?

You can yell, you can scream, whatever,

but let's deal with this.

She's gone.

She's not gone! She was right there!

You scared her away! You shot her!

She's turned. Do you
understand how that works?

She's sick! You even said so!

Her heart...

her organs...

they're all gone.

There's nothing I can do to help her.

There's nothing anybody can do to help her.

She's something else now.

Bullshit!

You're a doctor, right, Dad?

Then save her! Find a cure!

You know, drinking alone
is like dancing alone.

To... survival?

To victory.

What the hell is this?

I won't know really until it's finished.

Well, how will you know
when you're finished?

When I know what the hell it is.

That's a Zen riddle.

Too bad my job is so results-oriented.

- You still have a job?
- Oh, yeah. Saving the human race.

Oh, right. I forgot.

Ah! "Presumptuous.

"Failing to observe the limits

"of what is permitted or appropriate."

I really got under your skin
with that remark, didn't I?

"Impertinent. Bold.

- "Confident."
- Arrogant.

Egotistical. Cheeky.

I forget, are we talking about you or me?

All right, so tell me,

which is more fun?

Crashing the Internet or making this thing?

Art rarely goes viral,

but dark deeds seem to be contagious.

You're absolutely right. Thank you.

For what?

The drink.

Nutter.

Excuse me. Are we at the quarantine zone?

I didn't hear us go over a bridge,

or through a tunnel.

OK, everyone.

Grab your seatmate's hands,

we're gonna get off the
bus and gather just outside.

- I have to go to the bathroom.
- I'm sure we could all use

a trip to the restroom,

and some food.

Stand with me.

Miss Sanger?

I... I know, Meghan.

- You're the last, right?
- I think so.

OK, come on. I'll be your buddy.

Welcome, children!

Hello? Who's there?

How wonderful that you have all arrived

with your teacher.

Miss Sanger,

are all these children blind from birth?

Some of them are, yes,

but not all of them. Uh...

are we... Is this the new school?

Your journey has indeed come to an end,

but your adventure is just beginning.

So, finding a cure or making
a vaccine is nearly impossible.

But what we can do is
take everything we know

about how to stop an epidemic

and use that knowledge to start one.

- Infect the infected.
- Find a weak link

in the vampire biology and
cook something up to exploit it.

Infect the carriers,

break the chain.

We need something we can
distribute on a mass scale.

Something that vampires are vulnerable to,

but that non-turned humans can tolerate.

The elevated body temperature.
The stinger morphology.

Something to attack the
simplistic brain stem?

The biological and chemical
components, that's more your department.

If we can brew up something

that will burn through these things fast

but not too fast, with
enough incubation time

to spread the disease to
other vampires, then...

Perhaps you two can be useful after all.

I'm glad you approve.

But first, I, uh...

I must ask you to help me with something.

Fellow New Yorkers, the federal government

says it's doing all it
can to help our great city,

but if you're like me,

you have a hard time seeing
much evidence of that.

This morning, I informed Mayor Lyle
that I am making available to the city

an open line of credit

to supplement the emergency budget,

effective immediately.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Palmer and I have
never been on the same side

of any political issue,
but a true statesman

sets aside political rhetoric

in a time of crisis.

Mayor.

Let me be perfectly clear. This credit line

is an investment in the future of this city

and the resilience of its brave citizens.

I am calling upon everyone to be vigilant

and to look out for family, friends,

and neighbors in this time of crisis,

and show our country, and indeed the world,

what New York is made of.

Thank you all for coming.

Mr. Palmer! Mr. Palmer!

Ms. Marchand. Good news?

Your offer was accepted.

And I have to say,

what you're doing for
this city, it's heroic.

Oh... "To whom much is given..."

I don't believe anyone ever
gave you anything, Mr. Palmer.

But you need a better
tie. This one is boring.

- Boring?
- Mm-hmm.

I have a hundred just like it.

Miss Marchand...

how would you like to work for me?

- Pardon me?
- Not for Stoneheart.

Directly for me.

Why, thank you, Mr. Palmer,
but I don't think I can.

You feel a sense of loyalty
to your current employer.

The firm paid for all my
training and licensing,

and I have only been
with them for 18 months.

Yes, yes, that was very generous of them.

Here's what I want you to do,

go back to your office and tell 'em Mr...

- Parker.
- Parker. I offered to double...

No, triple your salary

and give you a position
working directly with me.

I promise you, he won't be angry.

He'll be falling all over himself
to retain you as a contact.

How does that sound?

Let me ask.

Been waiting all night... I'm sure.

Is there any doubt, any
at all, that the CDC's

response to this epidemic
has not been a total failure?

- Hungry?
- You went shopping?

Sort of...

- You stole it?
- Which is the greater sin?

Stealing food or wasting it?

My stomach said wasting.

Ever had ramen noodles?

I lived off this stuff
exclusively for three years.

Ramen and Red Bull.

Oh, here. I got you this.

It's warm.

We're in the middle of
a vampire apocalypse;

everybody's making sacrifices.

Anything good on TV?

Just the same news over and over.

Is this gonna keep them out?

You bet your ass it will.

Rise.

You are very lucky indeed.

Our Lord is going to give you back

the power of your own thought,

your own voice.

You have been chosen.

Zack.

Ahhh...

There. You talk.

It has begun.

Come.

This place is a maze. Where is it?

It's, uh, here.

You don't remember which unit?

Of course I do. By sight, not by number.

Here. This is the one.

Are you sure?

Or, uh...

this one. It's one of these two.

You have no keys?

He left them back at the pawnshop.

No harm.

Not exactly the weapons I was expecting.

Dammit! Then it's the other one.

OK. OK.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

The government's lying,
they're doing nothing.

Our building? The people who lived there

have either been turned into one
of those creatures or they fled.

I'm gonna check out the next corridor.

This seemed as safe a place as any.

So we stored ourselves.

Do you have any family?

A son. He's disabled.

He's well cared for.

We can find more silver.
We can make new weapons.

Let's go!

Here, this is it.

What do you want so badly in there?

Yeah, this is definitely the one.

What's this?

Silver grenades.

Please handle them with care.

I was not able to make them too stable.

Dangerous explosives, your
favorite. You carry those.

- What's that?
- Some notebooks,

some research I need to review.

I, uh, made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

We found it! They're loading
up the truck right now!

- Why don't you come with us?
- No, thank you.

It's not safe,

nowhere is, but there is safety in numbers.

- Nora...
- We're fine here, OK?

Godammit!

- Oh no, Fet, I'm done...
- Just think about it.

chasing the old man around.

Nora!

Go! Go!

Go!

Oh...

Huh?

- Oh! Ah!
- Go to the truck!

Come on! Come on!

No! No!

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.

It's just a scratch. I'm fine.

No, wait, wait!

We need them.

We're all called upon to serve his glory...

but the Master has anointed
you above the others.

This is a great honor

and an even greater responsibility.

All due to your connection
with your dear one.

- Zack.
- Yes, him.

Rejoice, Kelly...

for you have an important role to play

in the Master's great vision.

To that end, he has bestowed
upon you the blessing

of a new family.

They have unique abilities...

sight and perception
beyond the visible spectrum.

Behold the Feelers,

the children of the night.