The Strain (2014–2017): Season 3, Episode 5 - Madness - full transcript
New information from the Lumen forces Setrakian to seek help from his lifelong nemesis, Eldritch Palmer. Eph's new experiments to understand strigoi communication seemingly take him to the ...
Seven days. Seven more days passed
and the levee broke wide open.
The government exhausted its resources
trying to contain the infections
in Washington, Atlanta, Dallas,
but it spread to 20 more cities,
then 50.
There was nowhere to run.
Outbreaks were reported in Germany,
India, Africa,
Japan.
Countries tried their
own ways to stop it,
but to no avail.
One global environment now
engaged in a global war.
Here in New York, we
held our battle lines
against an enemy that
continued to evolve.
But for how much longer?
Were we still seeking victory
or simply forestalling defeat?
There's no need to take your
next turn. You've already lost.
Bullshit.
_
We can play out the next six moves,
or you can just knock
over your king right now.
Maintain some dignity.
Yeah, it's not gonna happen.
Fine, it was bullshit.
But this game is so boring!
Yeah, well, I think it's
over, anyway. Behind you.
Yeah, you've got some of your own.
- We're only keeping one, right?
- Yeah, the smallest one.
You can thank me later.
Look at that.
Is that all the bioweapon does now?
I've seen worse with herpes.
From strigoi WMD to
"not as bad as herpes."
Not a great week.
This will work.
Welcome to the lab, love.
Thanks for donating
your body to science.
_
Come on.
You jealous? Huh?
There's enough for both of
you, man. Later, my bitches.
Hah! Wahoo!
_
I'm reading a chapter
on strigoi hunters.
A long line of them,
dating all the way back
to the ancient Sumerians.
A Phoenician hunter set
fire to a ship full of people
merely on the suspicion that
there was a strigoi on board.
How is any of this useful?
There's a commonality
among all these hunters:
the desire to act alone.
They appear monomaniacal
and often seem to be gripped by madness.
Good thing none of this applies to you.
Or you.
_
It is rude to just stand there.
Mr. Pirk, is it?
Yes. Roald Pirk. And
you are Ms. Van Orden?
You may call me Saskia.
I passed along to my associate,
Mr. Kruger, the papers of
provenance that you sent me,
and his interest in the
item is greater than ever.
That is good news.
Between us, Mr. Kruger is
not his real name, is it?
What makes you say that?
I did a little digging on my own.
In my line of work, I need to
make sure potential buyers have
- the means to close the deal.
- I assure you, Mr. Kruger
has significant
resources at his disposal.
Yes, if he is the person
I suspect him to be,
he is a viable buyer indeed.
I just need you to verify
a few details. Is he a German?
- Yes.
- And was he loyal
to the Fatherland during the war?
Yes, he was.
I heard a rumor
he was employed at one of the
concentration camps in Poland.
Doing good work there, in my opinion.
I wouldn't know about that.
I see.
Well, it would please me to meet him.
And, upon completing a deal,
deliver the Lumen into his hand.
I will warn you, there have been others
who have attempted
to sell him forgeries.
They did not come to happy ends.
This transaction will be
nothing but honourable.
Difficult times are also opportunities
for people to come together.
You are not alone.
At Stoneheart Freedom
Centres, we have food...
clean water, and medicine.
All you need is your freedom card.
Good morning, Eldritch.
- _
- Ah, Herr Eichorst.
Eldritch. Are you alright?
- Nurse!
- Mr. Palmer? Mr. Palmer?
Mr. Palmer?
- Can you hear me?
- Yes.
A little help here, folks?
- Alright, come on.
- There we go.
There you go.
How many fingers am I holding up?
- I'm fine. I just stumbled.
- I'm going to get an IV.
I... No need for that...
We can come back another time
if you're not up for this.
Who are you?
- Sanjay Desai.
- He's a new associate
of ours, Eldritch. Working to help us.
A very impressive young man.
And I hear that you are facilitating
a very important shipment for us.
And what business is that of yours?
- Oh, it's very much my business.
- Come again?
Don't upset yourself, Eldritch.
Now, what is the status
of the Aurora Cutlass?
The ship left port in Egypt 31 days ago.
That's excellent. Now
we need you to make sure
that it ports here in New York.
Given the chaos of the moment,
it is a challenge for any vessel
- to be permitted in the harbour.
- Make sure that it docks?
- Pardon me?
- I'm sure Eldritch
- will accomplish this.
- What's on that ship
- that's so important?
- If you need to know,
then I will tell you. In the meantime,
please alert us the moment
it reaches the docks.
Thank you. It's been a pleasure.
What's been a pleasure?
This transaction.
Have a good day.
Wow, you must have gotten up early.
Never went to bed. Here, look at this.
We haven't been finding
anything particularly useful,
looking for vulnerabilities
in the endocrine
and circulatory system. And I
figured let's just start fresh.
Let's strip everything down to basics.
Oh!
This is it. That's the parasite.
This is the organism
that's infecting people.
- This is what we're fighting.
- So it's just a stinger,
- a spinal column, and a brain?
- No, not just any brain.
The tissue is necrotic.
If you or I had a brain this
diseased, we'd barely be able
to maintain a heartbeat, let
alone coordinate with others
or stalk prey. Now, look at this.
Worms. Not much better than
shit for brains, if you ask me.
Yeah. The worms aren't just
the vector for transmission.
They seem to comprise the
core of their nervous system.
And I'm never eating
noodles again. Coffee?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Turn off the microwave!
OK, turn it back on again.
Why?
Come here.
What do you think it is
that they're reacting to?
Do you think microwaves are escaping?
Not if you trust government
safety regulations.
So microwaves are definitely escaping.
And the worms are
somehow responding to it.
It's like they've woken up.
_
This was supposed to be secure, Frank.
Those people moved here because
we told them it was a safe zone.
It could have been a lot
worse. Our response teams...
I don't need you spinning
this. Just tell me how the hell
- they're getting in here.
- They must be coming
- from underground, somehow.
- You said we cleared
- all the tunnels.
- We did.
Well, however it's magically
happening, they've got us
chasing our tails. These guys
should've been out last night
taking back the rest of
Manhattan, not stuck here
- on clean-up duty, I mean...
- I know...
This is not how we win,
Frank! We're moving backwards.
I'm trying.
Not hard enough.
Let's go, guys.
_
Great! A hipster strigoi...
It's been a week. Did you get
- the powder working again?
- No, but look at this.
Hi, I'm Dutch Velders.
I fought with you, right
here in Red Hook, actually.
Here, look at this.
We believe this is the
communication center
- of the strigoi brain.
- And watch this!
When I cause pain to Strigoi A...
I get a pronounced response
in Strigoi B. This proves
that they're communicating
by way of some highly evolved signals.
This is a biological system.
The way a migratory bird
can fly 3,000 miles to some
specific winter nesting spot
in Mexico. Complex? Mysterious?
Yes, but empirically solvable.
But you haven't solved it.
I need a new weapon.
We are running out of time.
You saw them last week? You
saw how they were different,
less directed. Shut
down their communication,
we can get them back
into that condition.
- Let's go.
- If we can pull this off,
we can have a devastating
effect on them.
No. Not "if." When-when we're going to.
Then do it. And do it fast.
Love her in person.
Hey!
We're supposed to keep the
munchers out of the safe zones,
not give them new ways to come in...
So this is the thing that
actually makes the microwaves
- in the microwave?
- The magnetron, yeah.
I'm using the radio
to modulate a frequency
with a signal from a dead
station. So if I'm right
about the microwaves being
their carrier frequency,
then this should blast the
strigoi with white noise,
and drown out all the
communication it's getting.
You know what might do
the most good for New York
in the meantime? If
Justine Faraldo got laid.
Well, that can be your next project.
Well, I was going to give
that assignment to you.
She does have a kind of
sexy power thing going on.
Now, I don't trust you with this thing,
so you're on torture duty.
Speaking of "sexy
power," what about Fet?
Well, it might help your
relationship with him
if he heard you say
that. What about him?
- You guys gonna try to reconnect?
- Think not. He made it
very clear he wants
nothing more to do with me.
Microwave gun test commencing.
Look at that!
There's no more spike!
We're actually blocking their signal!
Let's not pop the champagne
cork just yet. Need to test this
with real strigoi that aren't strapped
down with their guts hanging out.
You're very by the book, aren't you?
It says here that an ancient
Egyptian hunter from the town
of Meir managed to "bury a plague,
ending its terrible reign forever."
How does one bury a...
"The seven plagues,
mortal only to the face of God."
The seven Ancients.
Could this Egyptian
possibly have killed one?
The Old World Ancients
are not all accounted for.
How did the Egyptians accomplish this?
It doesn't say.
It's possible the details
have been lost to history.
I cannot believe that.
The illustrations could contain
- some hidden meaning.
- It's possible.
Although it would be easier to discern
if we were looking at
the genuine article.
If you think I would let you
within a hundred feet of the Lumen...
I'm not going to steal
it again, Professor.
You have my word.
Yes,
your word.
I want these answers
just as much as you do.
Wait right here.
_
Yes? What is it?
Mr. Kruger? My name is Roald Pirk.
I believe you are expecting me.
Ah, yes. Just a moment.
Have we met someplace before, sir?
Not that I recall.
Please.
May I offer you a drink?
If it's all the same to you, I wish to
get our business completed
as soon as possible.
Why? Surely you don't believe
all of the superstitious notions
that people have about the book?
I'll just say it has been a
peculiar burden to possess it.
Well, you'll be glad to know
that I'm about to unburden you, then.
And you, you have no concerns at all,
Mr. Kruger? About curses,
calamities?
I am a man who embraces
the accursed, Mr. Pirk.
Now, if you will
excuse me for a moment.
For you.
Good?
Yes. Very good.
And now, it is your turn.
Bring it closer, please.
Closer.
Go on.
Take it.
Feel the weight of the
silver in your hands.
I do not need to.
I can tell that it is a fake.
And you are not
who you say you are, Jew!
_
I recognized you right away.
I expect you wish you had
brought your cane inside with you!
This'll do.
I've worked for years
to arrange for this encounter.
I was expecting to
find Thomas Eichhorst.
This was meant for him, you see.
But in his absence,
Dr. Dreverhaven,
I will settle for you.
It's as though the book
is deliberately hiding
the solution for how
they defeated the Ancient.
Yes, but hiding it from whom?
Strigoi can't read from
a silver-bound book.
And yet,
here you are.
I'm beginning to wonder if even more
elaborate measures were taken.
Come with me, Mr. Quinlan.
Follow me as far as you can.
Sunlight!
They used sunlight to hide the text
so the strigoi could never read it.
"After being surrounded
"by an army of thousands,
"the living plague was contained
"within a stone sarcophagus
"lined with an alloy
"of silver and lead.
"A tomb for the creature
"and for the crimson worm
"within it.
Trapped for all eternity."
A box?
The box.
I told you you would find nothing.
Herr Eichorst keeps his
whereabouts a mystery.
I don't believe you.
That sunlight will be on you
in minutes, Doctor.
A man can only be threatened
by that of which he is afraid,
and I am not afraid of death.
At a certain point, repetition
diminishes pleasure.
This room is too shallow.
Now, there must be another room here.
Sudden immolation,
a fitting end for a visionary, no?
If it is my time to go, then so be it.
Who were those men in there?
They were clients of
my associate, Saskia,
the woman who sent you here.
Men who visited her prostitutes?
Yes, yes! Disrespectful
men who harmed them.
No one will miss them.
No one will miss you either.
Sunlight is too good
for you, Herr Doktor.
What?
What are you doing?
Ow!
What is that for?
You-you don't know what you're doing!
True,
I am not an anatomy expert like you.
However, I do know
you have an amazing ability
to heal.
But...
if you were to lose one of your limbs...
No, no, no! You cannot do that!
It would never grow back.
I'm damning you to
hell, Dr. Dreverhaven.
Any last words?
No?
I suppose you said them already.
Bingo.
Holy shit.
They're digging their own tunnels now.
- That's how six.
- _
of my tagged munchers
came out to hunt tonight.
And when the sun went down, they used
these new tunnels to pop up
- inside your safe zone.
- Shit!
The good news is that now I know
- where they're coming from.
- Central Park.
Underneath Central Park.
I found an old chamber, way deep down.
I'm telling you,
there were thousands of them down there.
Central Park,
central nest.
Then we go after it
with everything we've got.
It didn't make any sense
to me the strigoi could
be so high functioning
with so little brainpower.
And then I realized I'm
still thinking in human terms.
All they need is a receiver to
get the Master's instructions.
Exactly. If we can block that,
they turn back into dumb animals.
Ready?
Yeah.
All right, little monkey,
how are you gonna get
that tasty, tasty blood?
That's right. You grab
the pipe, you stick it
through the cage, pull
the dish towards you.
- Oh!
- It's OK.
There's no way he can
get through this door.
What the hell is he doing?
I don't know.
Yeah, there's no way
he can get that open.
He seems pretty good at it.
OK, turn it on.
Haha!
Aww, look at the poor lummox.
A rapidly plummeting
IQ... it's adorable.
The microwave-gun
challenge test is a success,
strongly showing that
our hypothesis that...
- You're still shooting it, right?
- Yeah!
Let me make some adjustments.
- Whatever you're doing, do it fast!
- I'm trying.
It's not working! AH!
So, they have found some way
of getting around the interference.
The Master's system is more
complex than we thought.
You don't have to be so blue about it.
It's totally "figure-outable."
No, no, it's just, uh...
when things are going well,
it helps me keep my mind
from going to...
to dark places.
Well,
we just have to make
things go well then.
Oh, is that all we have to do?
I feel better already.
You really think
the Egyptians trapped an
Ancient inside this sarcophagus?
Yes. And he's probably still there.
I should have thought of this before,
as I did something similar once.
Not to an Ancient,
but to a sentient strigoi.
He'd always been a monster,
a psychopath, even as a human.
_
What you got in that thing, man?
A rabid dog.
I spent decades
trying to cast the memory from my mind.
It's the closest to
madness I've ever come.
Good things can be born out of
madness, Professor. Don't you see?
Imprisonment is the key
to defeating the Master.
Not combat or physical destruction.
As long as the crimson worm survives,
the Master can always transfer bodies.
Yes, but if he is
contained within the silver,
and his communicative power
suppressed by the lead inside the box,
then he's truly powerless.
No wonder he's hiding.
Yes. Therein lies the challenge.
We now know how to defeat the Master,
but we don't know where he is.
Or even who he is.
There is one person
who could find out.
_
Have you reconsidered my offer?
I will never give you the formula
for the white, but I
will give you a dose.
How long will a dose last?
Long enough.
In exchange, you will find out
whose body the Master has taken.
He is no longer in Bolivar's body?
So he has lost faith in you.
Should I question your
ability to do this?
No-no, I can do it.
He still needs me.
Of that, I am certain.
Otherwise, I would already be dead.
You can find him?
Yes, I can.
I will.
To a new alliance.
and the levee broke wide open.
The government exhausted its resources
trying to contain the infections
in Washington, Atlanta, Dallas,
but it spread to 20 more cities,
then 50.
There was nowhere to run.
Outbreaks were reported in Germany,
India, Africa,
Japan.
Countries tried their
own ways to stop it,
but to no avail.
One global environment now
engaged in a global war.
Here in New York, we
held our battle lines
against an enemy that
continued to evolve.
But for how much longer?
Were we still seeking victory
or simply forestalling defeat?
There's no need to take your
next turn. You've already lost.
Bullshit.
_
We can play out the next six moves,
or you can just knock
over your king right now.
Maintain some dignity.
Yeah, it's not gonna happen.
Fine, it was bullshit.
But this game is so boring!
Yeah, well, I think it's
over, anyway. Behind you.
Yeah, you've got some of your own.
- We're only keeping one, right?
- Yeah, the smallest one.
You can thank me later.
Look at that.
Is that all the bioweapon does now?
I've seen worse with herpes.
From strigoi WMD to
"not as bad as herpes."
Not a great week.
This will work.
Welcome to the lab, love.
Thanks for donating
your body to science.
_
Come on.
You jealous? Huh?
There's enough for both of
you, man. Later, my bitches.
Hah! Wahoo!
_
I'm reading a chapter
on strigoi hunters.
A long line of them,
dating all the way back
to the ancient Sumerians.
A Phoenician hunter set
fire to a ship full of people
merely on the suspicion that
there was a strigoi on board.
How is any of this useful?
There's a commonality
among all these hunters:
the desire to act alone.
They appear monomaniacal
and often seem to be gripped by madness.
Good thing none of this applies to you.
Or you.
_
It is rude to just stand there.
Mr. Pirk, is it?
Yes. Roald Pirk. And
you are Ms. Van Orden?
You may call me Saskia.
I passed along to my associate,
Mr. Kruger, the papers of
provenance that you sent me,
and his interest in the
item is greater than ever.
That is good news.
Between us, Mr. Kruger is
not his real name, is it?
What makes you say that?
I did a little digging on my own.
In my line of work, I need to
make sure potential buyers have
- the means to close the deal.
- I assure you, Mr. Kruger
has significant
resources at his disposal.
Yes, if he is the person
I suspect him to be,
he is a viable buyer indeed.
I just need you to verify
a few details. Is he a German?
- Yes.
- And was he loyal
to the Fatherland during the war?
Yes, he was.
I heard a rumor
he was employed at one of the
concentration camps in Poland.
Doing good work there, in my opinion.
I wouldn't know about that.
I see.
Well, it would please me to meet him.
And, upon completing a deal,
deliver the Lumen into his hand.
I will warn you, there have been others
who have attempted
to sell him forgeries.
They did not come to happy ends.
This transaction will be
nothing but honourable.
Difficult times are also opportunities
for people to come together.
You are not alone.
At Stoneheart Freedom
Centres, we have food...
clean water, and medicine.
All you need is your freedom card.
Good morning, Eldritch.
- _
- Ah, Herr Eichorst.
Eldritch. Are you alright?
- Nurse!
- Mr. Palmer? Mr. Palmer?
Mr. Palmer?
- Can you hear me?
- Yes.
A little help here, folks?
- Alright, come on.
- There we go.
There you go.
How many fingers am I holding up?
- I'm fine. I just stumbled.
- I'm going to get an IV.
I... No need for that...
We can come back another time
if you're not up for this.
Who are you?
- Sanjay Desai.
- He's a new associate
of ours, Eldritch. Working to help us.
A very impressive young man.
And I hear that you are facilitating
a very important shipment for us.
And what business is that of yours?
- Oh, it's very much my business.
- Come again?
Don't upset yourself, Eldritch.
Now, what is the status
of the Aurora Cutlass?
The ship left port in Egypt 31 days ago.
That's excellent. Now
we need you to make sure
that it ports here in New York.
Given the chaos of the moment,
it is a challenge for any vessel
- to be permitted in the harbour.
- Make sure that it docks?
- Pardon me?
- I'm sure Eldritch
- will accomplish this.
- What's on that ship
- that's so important?
- If you need to know,
then I will tell you. In the meantime,
please alert us the moment
it reaches the docks.
Thank you. It's been a pleasure.
What's been a pleasure?
This transaction.
Have a good day.
Wow, you must have gotten up early.
Never went to bed. Here, look at this.
We haven't been finding
anything particularly useful,
looking for vulnerabilities
in the endocrine
and circulatory system. And I
figured let's just start fresh.
Let's strip everything down to basics.
Oh!
This is it. That's the parasite.
This is the organism
that's infecting people.
- This is what we're fighting.
- So it's just a stinger,
- a spinal column, and a brain?
- No, not just any brain.
The tissue is necrotic.
If you or I had a brain this
diseased, we'd barely be able
to maintain a heartbeat, let
alone coordinate with others
or stalk prey. Now, look at this.
Worms. Not much better than
shit for brains, if you ask me.
Yeah. The worms aren't just
the vector for transmission.
They seem to comprise the
core of their nervous system.
And I'm never eating
noodles again. Coffee?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Turn off the microwave!
OK, turn it back on again.
Why?
Come here.
What do you think it is
that they're reacting to?
Do you think microwaves are escaping?
Not if you trust government
safety regulations.
So microwaves are definitely escaping.
And the worms are
somehow responding to it.
It's like they've woken up.
_
This was supposed to be secure, Frank.
Those people moved here because
we told them it was a safe zone.
It could have been a lot
worse. Our response teams...
I don't need you spinning
this. Just tell me how the hell
- they're getting in here.
- They must be coming
- from underground, somehow.
- You said we cleared
- all the tunnels.
- We did.
Well, however it's magically
happening, they've got us
chasing our tails. These guys
should've been out last night
taking back the rest of
Manhattan, not stuck here
- on clean-up duty, I mean...
- I know...
This is not how we win,
Frank! We're moving backwards.
I'm trying.
Not hard enough.
Let's go, guys.
_
Great! A hipster strigoi...
It's been a week. Did you get
- the powder working again?
- No, but look at this.
Hi, I'm Dutch Velders.
I fought with you, right
here in Red Hook, actually.
Here, look at this.
We believe this is the
communication center
- of the strigoi brain.
- And watch this!
When I cause pain to Strigoi A...
I get a pronounced response
in Strigoi B. This proves
that they're communicating
by way of some highly evolved signals.
This is a biological system.
The way a migratory bird
can fly 3,000 miles to some
specific winter nesting spot
in Mexico. Complex? Mysterious?
Yes, but empirically solvable.
But you haven't solved it.
I need a new weapon.
We are running out of time.
You saw them last week? You
saw how they were different,
less directed. Shut
down their communication,
we can get them back
into that condition.
- Let's go.
- If we can pull this off,
we can have a devastating
effect on them.
No. Not "if." When-when we're going to.
Then do it. And do it fast.
Love her in person.
Hey!
We're supposed to keep the
munchers out of the safe zones,
not give them new ways to come in...
So this is the thing that
actually makes the microwaves
- in the microwave?
- The magnetron, yeah.
I'm using the radio
to modulate a frequency
with a signal from a dead
station. So if I'm right
about the microwaves being
their carrier frequency,
then this should blast the
strigoi with white noise,
and drown out all the
communication it's getting.
You know what might do
the most good for New York
in the meantime? If
Justine Faraldo got laid.
Well, that can be your next project.
Well, I was going to give
that assignment to you.
She does have a kind of
sexy power thing going on.
Now, I don't trust you with this thing,
so you're on torture duty.
Speaking of "sexy
power," what about Fet?
Well, it might help your
relationship with him
if he heard you say
that. What about him?
- You guys gonna try to reconnect?
- Think not. He made it
very clear he wants
nothing more to do with me.
Microwave gun test commencing.
Look at that!
There's no more spike!
We're actually blocking their signal!
Let's not pop the champagne
cork just yet. Need to test this
with real strigoi that aren't strapped
down with their guts hanging out.
You're very by the book, aren't you?
It says here that an ancient
Egyptian hunter from the town
of Meir managed to "bury a plague,
ending its terrible reign forever."
How does one bury a...
"The seven plagues,
mortal only to the face of God."
The seven Ancients.
Could this Egyptian
possibly have killed one?
The Old World Ancients
are not all accounted for.
How did the Egyptians accomplish this?
It doesn't say.
It's possible the details
have been lost to history.
I cannot believe that.
The illustrations could contain
- some hidden meaning.
- It's possible.
Although it would be easier to discern
if we were looking at
the genuine article.
If you think I would let you
within a hundred feet of the Lumen...
I'm not going to steal
it again, Professor.
You have my word.
Yes,
your word.
I want these answers
just as much as you do.
Wait right here.
_
Yes? What is it?
Mr. Kruger? My name is Roald Pirk.
I believe you are expecting me.
Ah, yes. Just a moment.
Have we met someplace before, sir?
Not that I recall.
Please.
May I offer you a drink?
If it's all the same to you, I wish to
get our business completed
as soon as possible.
Why? Surely you don't believe
all of the superstitious notions
that people have about the book?
I'll just say it has been a
peculiar burden to possess it.
Well, you'll be glad to know
that I'm about to unburden you, then.
And you, you have no concerns at all,
Mr. Kruger? About curses,
calamities?
I am a man who embraces
the accursed, Mr. Pirk.
Now, if you will
excuse me for a moment.
For you.
Good?
Yes. Very good.
And now, it is your turn.
Bring it closer, please.
Closer.
Go on.
Take it.
Feel the weight of the
silver in your hands.
I do not need to.
I can tell that it is a fake.
And you are not
who you say you are, Jew!
_
I recognized you right away.
I expect you wish you had
brought your cane inside with you!
This'll do.
I've worked for years
to arrange for this encounter.
I was expecting to
find Thomas Eichhorst.
This was meant for him, you see.
But in his absence,
Dr. Dreverhaven,
I will settle for you.
It's as though the book
is deliberately hiding
the solution for how
they defeated the Ancient.
Yes, but hiding it from whom?
Strigoi can't read from
a silver-bound book.
And yet,
here you are.
I'm beginning to wonder if even more
elaborate measures were taken.
Come with me, Mr. Quinlan.
Follow me as far as you can.
Sunlight!
They used sunlight to hide the text
so the strigoi could never read it.
"After being surrounded
"by an army of thousands,
"the living plague was contained
"within a stone sarcophagus
"lined with an alloy
"of silver and lead.
"A tomb for the creature
"and for the crimson worm
"within it.
Trapped for all eternity."
A box?
The box.
I told you you would find nothing.
Herr Eichorst keeps his
whereabouts a mystery.
I don't believe you.
That sunlight will be on you
in minutes, Doctor.
A man can only be threatened
by that of which he is afraid,
and I am not afraid of death.
At a certain point, repetition
diminishes pleasure.
This room is too shallow.
Now, there must be another room here.
Sudden immolation,
a fitting end for a visionary, no?
If it is my time to go, then so be it.
Who were those men in there?
They were clients of
my associate, Saskia,
the woman who sent you here.
Men who visited her prostitutes?
Yes, yes! Disrespectful
men who harmed them.
No one will miss them.
No one will miss you either.
Sunlight is too good
for you, Herr Doktor.
What?
What are you doing?
Ow!
What is that for?
You-you don't know what you're doing!
True,
I am not an anatomy expert like you.
However, I do know
you have an amazing ability
to heal.
But...
if you were to lose one of your limbs...
No, no, no! You cannot do that!
It would never grow back.
I'm damning you to
hell, Dr. Dreverhaven.
Any last words?
No?
I suppose you said them already.
Bingo.
Holy shit.
They're digging their own tunnels now.
- That's how six.
- _
of my tagged munchers
came out to hunt tonight.
And when the sun went down, they used
these new tunnels to pop up
- inside your safe zone.
- Shit!
The good news is that now I know
- where they're coming from.
- Central Park.
Underneath Central Park.
I found an old chamber, way deep down.
I'm telling you,
there were thousands of them down there.
Central Park,
central nest.
Then we go after it
with everything we've got.
It didn't make any sense
to me the strigoi could
be so high functioning
with so little brainpower.
And then I realized I'm
still thinking in human terms.
All they need is a receiver to
get the Master's instructions.
Exactly. If we can block that,
they turn back into dumb animals.
Ready?
Yeah.
All right, little monkey,
how are you gonna get
that tasty, tasty blood?
That's right. You grab
the pipe, you stick it
through the cage, pull
the dish towards you.
- Oh!
- It's OK.
There's no way he can
get through this door.
What the hell is he doing?
I don't know.
Yeah, there's no way
he can get that open.
He seems pretty good at it.
OK, turn it on.
Haha!
Aww, look at the poor lummox.
A rapidly plummeting
IQ... it's adorable.
The microwave-gun
challenge test is a success,
strongly showing that
our hypothesis that...
- You're still shooting it, right?
- Yeah!
Let me make some adjustments.
- Whatever you're doing, do it fast!
- I'm trying.
It's not working! AH!
So, they have found some way
of getting around the interference.
The Master's system is more
complex than we thought.
You don't have to be so blue about it.
It's totally "figure-outable."
No, no, it's just, uh...
when things are going well,
it helps me keep my mind
from going to...
to dark places.
Well,
we just have to make
things go well then.
Oh, is that all we have to do?
I feel better already.
You really think
the Egyptians trapped an
Ancient inside this sarcophagus?
Yes. And he's probably still there.
I should have thought of this before,
as I did something similar once.
Not to an Ancient,
but to a sentient strigoi.
He'd always been a monster,
a psychopath, even as a human.
_
What you got in that thing, man?
A rabid dog.
I spent decades
trying to cast the memory from my mind.
It's the closest to
madness I've ever come.
Good things can be born out of
madness, Professor. Don't you see?
Imprisonment is the key
to defeating the Master.
Not combat or physical destruction.
As long as the crimson worm survives,
the Master can always transfer bodies.
Yes, but if he is
contained within the silver,
and his communicative power
suppressed by the lead inside the box,
then he's truly powerless.
No wonder he's hiding.
Yes. Therein lies the challenge.
We now know how to defeat the Master,
but we don't know where he is.
Or even who he is.
There is one person
who could find out.
_
Have you reconsidered my offer?
I will never give you the formula
for the white, but I
will give you a dose.
How long will a dose last?
Long enough.
In exchange, you will find out
whose body the Master has taken.
He is no longer in Bolivar's body?
So he has lost faith in you.
Should I question your
ability to do this?
No-no, I can do it.
He still needs me.
Of that, I am certain.
Otherwise, I would already be dead.
You can find him?
Yes, I can.
I will.
To a new alliance.