The Strain (2014–2017): Season 3, Episode 2 - Bad White - full transcript

Previously on The Strain...

The Ancients gave me your name.

- Who are you?
- My name is Quinlan,

and you and I have something
very much in common.

What's that?

We are both hunting the Master.

The Occido Lumen.

Somewhere in here is the key

to the Master's demise. I will use

the book to end this plague.

Abraham, how ironic



that our duel should
end not with a fight,

but with a simple transaction in gold.

Both of you can bid it out. The
man with the deepest pocket wins.

I guess this is yours,
old man. Congratulations.

It seems Eldritch Palmer
would rather I have the book

than let it fall into
the hands of the Master.

You folks are lucky.

You're on the last train out.

- What just happened?
- We've derailed.

Zack!

Stop!

Argh! Ah!

Zack!

- Nora.
- She took him away with her.



- Don't!
- Nora.

It's done.

Zack is alive. We want the Lumen.

You have a choice to make:

the Lumen or Zack.

Yeah. Can we get some
more of that culture

in that slider, please?

Just make sure there's no
trace of the residue in it.

Yes, Doctor.

Here are the reports.

Eight the hard way. My lucky number.

I got a good feeling about this batch.

I'll believe it if you will.

Well, no one ever won a
Nobel without taking a risk.

Using polio against
glioblastomas? That was one hell

- of a gamble. It paid off.
- Yeah, we're not winning

a Nobel. We'll be lucky
if we don't end up in jail.

She's all set, Doctor.

The time is 03:00.

We have just introduced Extract 44

intravenously into test subject 5-0-5,

a 72-year-old woman
with vascular dementia.

Pulse is increasing! Now, 78.

- Temperature's ramping up.
- Keep an eye

- on her blood pressure.
- Yes, Doctor.

Tonic-clonic tremors.
This is not looking good.

300 milligrams of labetalol!

- Shit! She's spiking.
- Code Red!

- Code Red!
- We need an APAP IV in here, stat!

- We've gotta get her temperature down.
- 2000 MIB. 2000 micrograms!

Load her up and keep it coming!

- Get ready to breathe for her.
- She's going over.

- Move. Clear!
- Clear!

_

We'll have, we'll have
another round here!

Our recovery team only
found one of their bodies.

You run into any strigoi?

Not a one.

The Master must have
moved his nesting spot.

But now you know he's here, right?

So, when do we get more troops?

Command's pulling out of New York City.

The mission was to find the King Rat!

The King Muncher! We found him!

- I don't know what we found.
- Ah, come on.

I lost six good men on those teams,

and I got nothing to show for it.

They're cutting bait. We're heading out.

To do what?

Try and control the outbreak in D.C.

The capitol falls; the
entire country does.

I can get you out if
you wanna come with us.

I got no desire to save D.C.

Yeah. I got that.

Well...

best of luck to you, Fet.

Yeah. You too.

Another double.

I got it.

- Another for me.
- Yes, ma'am!

SEALs are going bye-bye, huh?

Yeah. Sad to say.

Have you noticed these creatures

are getting better? Faster?

They're learning their
environment, developing.

And they say we're winning.

Well, it's pretty hard to stamp out

a bug that doubles its numbers
every couple of days, you know.

Councilwoman Faraldo talks about

how we're taking back this city.

You and I are never gonna see that day.

Just like the song says.

An optimist, huh?

Hmm... That's why I'm making

the glass half full turn empty.

- Here you go.
- To tonight.

All we got is this.

Uh... Hmm.

Need to go check on my friends.

Hmm.

It's, uh, Val, right?

Vasiliy.

And... Kathy, right?

Kate. It's close enough.

- Yeah.
- Ha!

Uh...

So, uh,

see you later tonight maybe?

Maybe.

Happy hunting.

Last night, the East Side Safe Zone

suffered another incursion
at Lexington and East 75th.

Critics of Councilwoman
Justine Faraldo point to this

as yet another sign that her efforts
to secure the city are failing.

_

Hurry up! It's coming!

I want him dead! Lead
him in! Lead him in!

Wait! Don't end it like that!

Hello?

Fet?

Professor Setrakian?

Oof! Ugh!

How do you know the professor?

Let him go! He's a friend!

This is Dr. Ephraim Goodweather.

What is this thing?

It's a long story, but a good story.

Come on.

All right.

I am sitting down. Tell me.

Nora didn't make it.

How?

Our train never got out of New York.

Strigoi, hundreds of them,

they threw themselves
in front of the engine.

It derailed. It was chaos.

I-I got separated

from Zack and Nora.

The whole thing was planned.

It had to be.

Of course it was.

Kelly got to them before I could.

By the time I got to
Nora, she had been stung.

She was turning, but she was
still conscious. She, uh...

She ended it

by touching her sword to the third rail.

And your son?

- Did the mother turn him as well?
- I don't know.

But Nora saw Kelly taking him away.

Without turning him?
Doesn't make any sense.

- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.

Be careful, Ephraim.

If she did not

turn your son, it can only mean

the Master plans to
use the boy against you.

Why would he give a shit about me?

You, you hurt him.

You caused him a
setback. You defied him.

I'm, uh...

very sorry to hear

about Dr. Martinez.

She was, uh... She, uh...

Damn it!

Here you go.

Easy now. Easy now.

That's it.

Easy now.

- I brought your things.
- You remembered.

We could read them together.

Would you like that?

I guess.

I want to get out

of this room, breathe some fresh air.

You will.

- Soon.
- It's what you always say,

but it never happens.

I miss Dad a lot.

- The Master has a...
- Has a plan.

I know, but you never say what it is.

In time,

you will see we are all part of it.

Even Dad?

He has a role to play.

_

Hahaha!

There it is, boys and girls,

Promised Land.

There are no "Safe Street" placards.

It means Faraldo's
cops haven't cleared it.

Yeah, but it's worth the risk.
My uncle was a major foodie.

- We'll be eating like kings.
- Have you guys

- raided a skyscraper before?
- Uh-uh.

What floor is his place on?

42nd.

If this place is
infested, then there may be

42 floors of strigoi
between us and the street.

- This is stupid!
- Cleaned out everywhere else.

If we don't take
bigger risks, we starve.

Good news is that it's daylight.

And that tower has
floor-to-ceiling windows.

So we yank the drapes
as we move through it,

blast the place with sunlight.
Stay out of the shadows.

We get in and out before they
know we're there. Understood?

- Mm-hmm.
- What the hell happened to you?

Back when we were hacking together,
you didn't care about risks.

I was naive.

- You were fearless.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm not anymore.

Look, I know on some level,
this infection is apocalyptic,

but... look at the upside.

You and I used to
talk all the time about

breaking the barriers between
the haves and the have-nots.

It's happening, Dutch.

The whole city is
pressing a restart button.

Oh, God! Are you bloody
kidding me, Braden?!

Yeah, we used to talk a lot of
shit about changing the world,

but what did we actually,
really accomplish?

We screwed up the computers of
a few unscrupulous companies.

Yeah, big wins.

That is nothing compared to
what's happening now. Nothing!

There is no restart button.

The entire human race

is circling the drain.

This isn't the beginning of anything.

Except maybe the end.

We doing this?

- Let's do this.
- Go.

You need to cancel this meeting, sir.

- You're in no condition.
- Don't give me orders, dear.

Ever.

Have I come at a bad time?

Not at all, Herr Eichhorst.

Please come in.

Well, she's certainly

a change of pace for you.

I miss Coco.

I'm sure you do, too.

What's done is done.

- What can I do for you?
- Show me

how many people,
precisely, have registered

their blood types at
our Freedom Centers.

I have the figures right here.

This is unacceptable.

Our first two facilities
will be coming online soon.

Well, I can't force people
to submit to medical exams.

No, but Justine Faraldo can.

She does not answer to me.

But you can influence her.

She knows how important
the Freedom Centers are.

- Use that.
- I'll attend to it right away.

Miriam's heart. And Coco's next to it.

So sentimental.

Fitting in its own way.

Could you please put it back! Argh!

Eldritch.

Are you feeling all right?

Please, Eichhorst,

I need the white.

Rewards must be earned.

Your ego cost us the Occido Lumen.

If you want the Master's white,

you must prove that you
have learned your lesson.

Find the Jew, retrieve the book.

Only then will the
Master deign to consider

your personal needs.

Of course, that's only fair.

But frankly...

I wonder about your sincerity.

I intend to prove myself.

Yes. See that you do.

These condos used to go
for over 2 million a pop.

Shh! No noise.

Blinds first.

Come on!

Please, please, please.

Ha! Jackpot.

- Jesus, look at all this stuff!
- Living room's clear.

Good.

Kimberly, Ron,

check the bedroom.

Yes! Yes!

- Check under the bed.
- You check under the bed.

OK. And you get the closet.

Ron?

Ron?

Come on!

Braden!

Ah!

Ah!

Go! Go! Get out of here!

Bastards!

Aah! Ugh!

Aah!

Oh.

323 million dollars.

It got a little out of hand.

We're still in the early
stages of translation.

Much of this is written in puzzles

"Those who heard

"the silent voice of the Master

fell dumbstruck."

"Silent voice"? Maybe that's like

the weird hum that took out the SEALs.

What? What hum?

It's hard to explain. When I was down...

By definition, a hum is not silent.

But bottom line, is
there anything in here

that tells us how to destroy the Master?

Not with clarity, but it
does mention his destruction

in several places. Well, for example:

"When the Face of God shineth upon him,

his essence is destroyed."

Good. All we have to do
is find the face of God.

You missing the metaphor there, Doc?

Three weeks ago, you didn't
believe strigoi existed,

because I didn't explain them in
scientific terms. How is this different?

We're not going to win this war

by deciphering a magic spell.

Do you think these
scholars made all this up?

No! They witnessed a real event!

We just don't know what it was.

Well, it sounds like they're
talking about sunlight.

- But we know that doesn't work.
- I disagree.

The sun burned him.

Perhaps a longer exposure

- would have, uh...
- Does it say that in the Lumen?

No. In fact, it states

that this event must take place

- during an occultation.
- We just had an eclipse.

- When's the next one?
- Yeah, I looked it up.

For New York City, it's April 8, 2024.

What's your take, Fet?

It's not a clear-cut

recipe for success, but, um...

I think the professor
will figure it out.

The Master went to extraordinary lengths

to keep the Lumen out of our hands.

That alone tells us it's valuable.

If you say so.

Move. Clear!

After all the resources

I've poured into this project,

this is what you bring me?

Every iteration of this
substance has triggered

convulsions, heart failure, catatonia.

Not one subject improved. All
of them had to be terminated.

I've given your people
unlimited funding, security,

the best food and housing available.

You have a chance to save the world.

What's the problem here?

The problem is that money
cannot change biology.

I know this works!

- I've seen it work.
- You've seen it work?

Well, if you've seen it
work, show me the evidence.

No. Your job is to provide
me with the evidence!

There is none! Strigoi
blood is flat -out

toxic to human beings. Period.

This woman, this patient, came
to your Freedom Center for help.

Yes, we told her the
treatment was experimental,

but we didn't tell her it might
end with a bullet in the brain.

I won't do this anymore, Mr. Palmer.

Goodbye.

The professor tells
me you lost your son...

and that your companion was killed.

Yet you waited all this time

to come here and share the tragic news.

What prompted you to come now?

Took me a while to find them.

Suddenly, you had the epiphany to ask

this Faraldo woman where they were.

I can see how it would take
a week to think of that.

I wasn't ready to talk about it.

If you were capable of
feelings, you'd understand.

I exist free of the Master's leash.

I've experienced the
same emotions as you.

Oh, right, you're half human.
I've been meaning to ask you

about that. How does that work?

Strigoi don't have
plumbing for procreation.

Did your mom go to a fertility
clinic for the undead?

Does it give you pleasure to bait me?

Or are you simply trying to distract me

from discovering your true purpose here?

I was just trying to figure you out.

You're... half human

who feeds on people,

but you've thrown your lot
in with a strigoi hunter.

I mean, don't tell me you
believe in that magic book.

You ridicule the Lumen,

yet you take a keen interest in it.

I like good fiction.

I've lived a long time, Doctor.

I saw Emperor Domitian
slain by his own court.

I witnessed Giuliano Medici's murder

during Easter services and watched

the Borgias strangle their own.

Over the centuries,

I've developed a keen
nose for treachery, so

I must wonder,

what's the real reason you're here?

It's funny, I was wondering
the same thing about you.

_

The whole thing was so random.

There's nothing random about it.

You want to know what caused
this plague? Overpopulation.

It was only a matter of
time before a virus mutated

into something that would
take out the human race.

If you ask me...

we deserved it.

You hear that?

- Someone's here.
- Check.

Come on.

Jesus, Dutch!

You scared the shit out of us!

You OK?

- Glad to see you made it back.
- No thanks to you.

- Was I supposed to do? Die with you?
- Do I look dead?!

- What are you doing, Dutch?
- Taking my fair share.

- Hold still. Come here.
- Stop screwing around.

Look, I know you're
pissed, but this isn't cool.

You don't see shit!

Oh my God!

- Oh, Christ!
- No!

Oh no, no, no, no! No, no, no, no!

- This can't happen to me!
- What should we do?

- The only cure is "headectomy."
- You want us to cut off his head?!

If you don't, he'll turn
and he'll come after you.

But I'm not gonna do
it. He's your problem.

- You can't leave us here with him!
- Great. Thanks, Dutch.

She doesn't give a shit about us.

She only cares about...

There.

It's done.

Good?

It's the first decent
food I've had in weeks.

This club used to serve
food to its members.

The kitchen is well provisioned.

I'll have to come by here more often.

I've been thinking about what
you said before, about Zack.

Even if the Master is keeping him alive

just to get to me, I
could still get him back.

I suppose there's a small chance. I know

that's not what you want to hear, but...

Any chance is better than no chance.

And if I can get that opportunity...

Then you should take
it. But you must beware.

The Master knows your desire.

You could be playing
right into his hands.

Of course.

I'm very fond of Zack.
Should an opportunity

to rescue him arise,

I'll do what I can to assist you.

- I appreciate that.
- And our best hope of creating

that opportunity is the Lumen.

It will provide me the key
to destroying the Master.

And when I do,

perhaps we can recover your boy.

Professor, just got a message
through Faraldo's people.

Rudyard Fonescu wants to meet with you.

Who?

For 40 years he possessed the Lumen.

Did he say where and when?

West 15th under the High Line, an hour.

- Then we should go now.
- I suppose I better...

No, no. Stay. Help
yourself to some more stew.

_

I thought Rudyard Fonescu

took his money and ran.

What's he doing still
kicking around New York?

Hopefully, he has further information

- about the Lumen to sell.
- Or we could be walking

into an ambush.

Get back!

Get out of here! Go!

Put down the gun.

Let's hear what he has to say.

Apologies for the Fonescu ruse,

but I know you wouldn't come otherwise.

- What do you want, Eldritch?
- I want to strike a deal.

Go on.

I am willing to remove
myself from the game,

leave New York,

withdraw all my support for the Master.

You'll forgive my disbelief.

Oh, I am still essential to the Master.

And there are still a few
critical moves to be made,

which require my participation
if they are to succeed.

If I abandon the Master,

you will gain

a massive advantage over him.

For that,

I want something in return.

- And what would that be?
- The formula.

What formula?

For the white.

Abraham, you're a very, very old man.

There is only one explanation

for your extraordinary vigour.

Strigoi blood.

You've found a way to
refine it, haven't you,

so you can remain human yet benefit

from its restorative effects.

That's insane.

And what if I have?

Give me the formula;

I will walk away forever
leaving the Master exposed.

You can save this city

and the human race. Your life's quest

will come to a successful end.

It costs you nothing.

You have everything to gain.

Do we have a deal?

I remember another handshake years ago

in Vienna

and the betrayal that followed.

Yes, I betrayed you.

Now, I want to make amends.

I hope it's not too late for redemption.

You may call it redemption,

but I have another word for it...

treachery.

I have the Lumen and I have the white.

What do you have?

I have the power to alter the outcome.

You can go to hell,
Eldritch, where you belong.

So, uh, how long you
been taking that stuff?

Strigoi blood.

Off and on

for 41 years.

How'd you figure out a way

to keep it from turning
you full muncher?

Edvard Frankel,

an old strigoi hunter I knew in
Vienna, taught me the formula.

It's been handed down

among selected alchemists
since the third century.

And what? You're gonna
live forever like Quinlan?

No. The white will extend
my life a few more years,

allow me to continue the fight.

But Palmer's mistaken.

It will not give him eternal life.

No need to tell him that.

Better he thinks otherwise.

We certainly can't trust him.

But we may be able

to manipulate him.

I made you some food.

Cool.

Can you put it on the table for me?

Yeah.

- You've been reading.
- Not much else to do.

Would you like me

- to read with you?
- Maybe later.

I'm tired.

It's good to eat.

So, when can I go to see Dad?

- Soon.
- Your new favourite word.

I know it is difficult,

but we must be patient.

I wanna go to bed.

Good night.

Good night, my dear one.

Mom?

Zack!

Mom,

I can't breathe.

Help me.

No, Mom.

No!

No.

No.

What did the Master offer you for it?

My son.

He will not keep his end of the bargain.

- It's the only shot I have.
- There's another option,

which offers far greater
chance of success.

What's that?

The Lumen will bring
the Master out of hiding.

When he comes for it, I'll kill him.

- Why?
- My grievance is personal.

How do I know you can get the job done?

I've been preparing for this... job

for over a thousand years.

It's not what's in the
book that will destroy him,

but what we do with it.

You turn off

the UV lights,

that lock is child's play for me.

What do you say, Dr. Goodweather?

Together we can use the book

to save the world...

and your son.