Previously on The Strain.
I have something- something people would pay a lot of money for.
The Lumen. I think we can do business.
The Lumen will be auctioned off tomorrow. We need to prepare.
I will be attending the auction.
Not with my resources you won't.
If you do not provide the funds for the Lumen,
you will never get another drop of the white.
- COCO: He's playing you. - PALMER: Of course.
But there is much more to come.
Tomorrow, the Lumen goes on sale to the highest bidder.
I need the Ancients to back me. The gold will not be an issue.
I will obtain the book.
After I've examined it, I'll turn it over to the Ancients.
Agreed.
Mr. Elizalde, your mission was a success?
GUS: I got you 20 hungry wolves.
Good, because your friend the pawnbroker
is about to obtain a valuable book on behalf of the Ancients.
Your job is to convince him to give up the book.
What if he doesn't get convinced?
Kill him and take it.
- Kelly's parents contacted the center yesterday. - Nana and Grandpa?
- From where? - Sea Island, Georgia.
Dad, we should go there. We'll be safe.
It's done. We got the travel permits.
You had no other options for Zack. Now you do.
I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for hurting you.
I still love you.
(metal screeching, clanging)
Good work, Mr. Ortega.
I'm impressed by your progress.
It's been hard getting guys out here, given all the shit that's been going on.
That's why we are paying triple wages.
Yeah. That went a long way. (chuckles)
This is one of the most complicated systems I've ever worked on.
Is it some sort of European model?
Its origins are European, yes.
The enclosures open only from the top, yes?
Just as you specified.
And the incinerator?
It's being prefabbed in another facility.
- Should be installed by the end of the week. -very good.
It seems like a strange time and a strange place
to be constructing an animal-processing plant.
Your point being?
What kind of animal are you going to be processing here?
Sheep.
Huh.
H' (guitar: blues)
MAN: ♪ Well, whisper in my ear ♪
♪ Tel! me that you love me ♪
♪ And talk that talk ♪
♪ Baby, if I ever ♪
♪ (continues, indistinct)
Oh. Don't tell me you're actually gonna miss this place?
A little.
Mr. Setrakian, we're leaving.
Very well.
Travel safe.
Give me your phone. Come on. Get in there.
Nora, come on.
All right. Everybody smile.
Okay. That's great.
Not big on good-byes, huh?
Not when you've said as many as I have.
Well, uh, good luck getting your book, Professor.
Good luck to you too, Doctor.
Take care of yourself. Get some sleep.
(door opens, closes)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What, we're kissing now?
(kissing sounds)
Come here, Zack.
Take care of yourself, big guy. You hear?
You, uh, send me a postcard.
Yeah, right.
It'll show up in a couple of years.
I thought this was a quick trip down the coast and back.
With a couple of stops in DC. We got some friends and contacts there.
Put the bio-bomb together? Yeah, that's the plan.
Well,
don't know where we'll be, but, uh,
when you get back, well, make sure-
We'll find you.
Let's go.
You need to make them respect you, Eldritch.
They can't succeed without you.
Hmm. They seem very certain that they can.
Remind them that they can't.
You don't need to die.
And we never have to lose what we have, ever.
Ever?
Even
So, uh,
how much gold are we talking about here?
Gold?
Yeah, gold.
The thing that we're using to bargain for the Lumen?
How much do the Ancients have?
I have no idea.
No idea.
Doesn't that make it kind of hard to bid?
One way or another, we will get the Lumen.
One way or another?
We win it, we take it,
or we die trying.
Yeah. All right.
How about we skip that third option though, huh?
(crowd clamoring)
MAN: Next.
You folks are lucky. You're on the last train out.
The last train?
National Guard's gathering up all the trains.
Go. Next.
MAN IN CROWD: Come on!
-(gunshots) -(screaming)
- EPHRAIM: Come on! Let's go! - NORA: Let's go. Quick.
Two-bag limit.
No one is allowed on this train with more than two bags.
- How long until the train arrives? - Your guess is as good as mine.
MAN (on PA): Attention, all passengers. We appreciate your patience.
The train departing for Washington, DC,
Charleston, Savannah, Jacksonville, Orlando,
and terminating in Tampa, Florida, should be arriving shortly.
The right thing to do is usually the hardest.
Well, this is going to be very tough.
You know, when we get to DC,
we get a fresh shot at putting that bio-weapon together again.
Maybe, uh-
Let's focus on getting there, okay?
I know I don't have a right to ask you-
No, you don't.
Well, at least I know that nobody can annoy you as much as I do.
(both chuckling)
(snarling)
(growling)
(men chattering in Spanish)
GUS: This here is Quinlan.
He's the one responsible for getting you guys out of jail.
Pay attention.
(murmuring) MAN: Ay, Dias mio!
Qué es eso? This freak?
He's one of them, man.
I am not one of them.
I'll tell you what you are.
You're dead!
-(gun clatters on floor) -(bones snap)
(murmuring in Spanish)
Anyone else?
Gentlemen, human life is fleeting.
I've watched many men perish,
good and bad.
The act itself- the dying- is the same.
What distinguishes the honorable from the dishonorable
is how, in the few most important moments in life,
they conducted themselves.
How would you men like to be remembered?
As human animals, marginalized, locked away in cages?
Or as warriors,
fighters of the highest order?
Today, you fight for one tribe.
Humankind.
It no longer matters what color you wear,
what color your skin is.
All that matters
is the color of your blood.
Red versus white.
Today, you will define who you are.
Yeah! (speaking Spanish)
Today, you will spill white blood
and change the future.
- Are you with me? - Yeah!
(shouting)
Then let us fight.
(bell clanging) MAN (on PA): Train 343 now arriving on Platform 5.
(brakes screeching)
Hey, come on. Man, that's my bag.
Everybody needs to find a seat.
CONDUCTOR: Keep your luggage out of the aisles.
The train is full,
but every ticketed passenger has a seat.
So please be courteous.
We hope to depart within the hour.
(passengers chattering) (baby crying)
MAN: Yo, van comin' in.
Welcome, Professor. I'm glad to see you made it.
It's gonna be a good time.
But first, I'm gonna ask you and your friend here to check all your weapons.
You'll get it back at the end. Yeah.
Now, how about a drink?
No, thank you. Huh?
All right, I'll have one for you.
Hmm.
We're gonna need you to verify and register your gold funds with James right over here.
Okay. Good luck, Professor.
Thanks.
MAN: Yo, man. Want me to check him out?
Who's this guy?
(snaps fingers) We are going to need to see your weapons.
I have no weapons. Up.
Who are you?
I am Thomas Eichhorst.
Mr. Palmer's emissary.
I will be bidding in his place.
You got gold, you can bid.
Just register your funds right over there.
Of course.
CREEM: I'll go get the book so we can get this show on the road.
Here is my account information, which all will be verified.
Where is Palmer?
This transaction is much too important.
I will have the honor of acquiring the Lumen.
Abraham.
How ironic that our duel should end not with a fight
but with a simple transaction in gold.
I assure you, Eichhorst,
our duel shall end with a transaction in silver.
So the Master passed you over for Bolivar,
a third-rate musical act.
Does it hurt at all to be bound by loyalty
to one so obviously unimpressed by you?
Four, nine- (low snarl)
Does it not pain you
to tally all the things that I have taken from you already?
You're a creature of filth, Eichhorst.
Were it up to me,
I would suck you dry and snap your neck,
denying you one final time.
But do you know that the Master has a plan for you?
Hmm. Yes.
He wants you to turn
to bear witness to that which you have been fighting against for so long.
Never. I will release you, Eichhorst,
to die like the soulless appendage you are.
JAMES: Got it?
I'm pretty sure he's right.
Easy. Hey. Why don't you all step back.
It's too bad that all these gangsters are watching us, huh?
'Cause I'm dying for a chance
to stick a piece of rebar in your right ear,
watch it come out your left.
(mutters)
Both credit lines verified.
CREEM: Here we go.
Both of your banks in Switzerland have agreed to convert funds into gold
based upon the current exchange rate.
Highest dollar-value bid wins.
Now, let me see.
- What number should I start at? - Five million dollars.
All right. (chuckles) Five million it is.
Ten million.
Fifteen.
- Do I hear 20? - Thirty million.
- Fifty. - Whoa, let me catch my breath here.
Hmm?
(slurps)
-100 million. -200 million.
-300 million. - Whoa!
I propose that the one with the most gold will win this book
for exactly one dollar more than the losing bid.
- Deal? - Agreed.
Agreed.
All right.
James here will check each account to find out its limits.
James.
- All set, boss. - All right, we'll start with Mr. Setrakian here.
- What's the grand total? - Yes.
JAMES: What? Say it again.
Hmm.
323 million dollars.
(Creem clears throat)
323 mill?
Okay. -
This must be some kind of book.
All right, um, what about the German here? What's he got?
- You got the bonds. Let me see it. - There's the number, boss.
$351.8 million.
- MAN: Damn. -(murmuring)
Sold to the German for 323 million plus one buck.
Transfer the gold to my account right the hell now.
- JAMES: You got it, Creem. - Give me the damn book.
The great game is over, Abraham.
Nothing on this earth can stop the Master now.
Please, put it in a canvas bag for me, would you?
(chuckles) For 323 million, hell,
I'll gift wrap it if you want.
Yo, Creem.
You sure? What?
Check again. JAMES: We both did.
The German's access to the Swiss bank account has been rescinded.
That's ridiculous.
Obviously, a mistake has been made.
It's not a mistake. They checked twice.
Access to the gold account is withdrawn.
Sorry. You're out of luck.
I guess this is yours, old man. Congratulations. I was rooting for you.
- No! - Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's far enough.
- MAN: Easy. - Allow me to call the bank and rectify the situation.
No. 323 million is 323 million. I ain't rectifyin' jack shit.
-(growls) - Yo. - Hey!
-(gunshot) - This is your last warning!
(gun cocks)
Try it.
Go ahead, do your thing.
Now step away.
It seems, at the end of the day,
Eldritch Palmer would rather I have the book
than let it fall into the hands of the Master.
Interesting.
(chuckles)
I congratulate you, A230385.
(chuckles) I congratulate you greatly.
Enjoy this victory.
Savor it.
Plant it in your memory.
I will see you soon.
CREEM: Party's over. Off my island.
MAN: I got him.
(Creem laughs)
Thanks for making me rich, old man.
Come on, Professor.
It's gonna be dark soon.
I hope you put some money aside to get a helicopter or something.
- Come on, come on. - Hurry up.
VASILIY: 323 million smackaroonies, huh?
Sheesh. Be vigilant.
The attack could come from any direction.
Yeah.
Why didn't you arrange for backup? Huh?
The Ancients, they paid a lot of gold for this thing.
You'd think they'd want to help.
Mr. Fet, there is something I neglected to tell you.
I'm not giving this book to the Ancients.
Okay. -
So, uh,
we're ripping off one gang of immortal munchers.
Then we're looking to throw down against another.
That is an accurate assessment.
Is it much further?
We're almost there.
You know, you could've told me about double-crossing-
(growling)
(groaning)
(grunts)
We need to move.
-(starter grinding) - Turn on!
(shrieking)
(engine starts)
Here we go!
Come on! Let's go!
-(growling) (scraping)
(snarling)
Damn thing's jammed!
Come on!
Oh! Hang on!
-(tires screeching) -(yelping)
Go, Professor! Go!
(strigoi growling)
(grunts)
- EICHHORST: Abraham! - Uh-oh.
As always, your victory was fleeting.
Bring me the book and the professor.
(Pounding on van)
Let them know we're not going easily.
(strigoi shrieking)
(chattering in Spanish)
Looks like somebody else joined the party.
Ah!
(snarling)
The Born.
Can you see me through him?
(Master whispering)
You were wise not to come here tonight.
Cowardly, but... wise.
(echoing) I fear no one.
Nor do I.
(gunfire)
(shrieking)
GO! Go, go!
THE MASTER: Nothing will hinder the rise of my power.
MAN (on PA): Thanks, folks, for your patience.
We have been cleared for departure,
and Train number 323, with stops in Washington, DC, (passengers applauding)
Charleston, Savannah, Jacksonville, Orlando
and terminating in Tampa/Miami is under way.
Go back to sleep.
(cheering)
It's a long ride. I'm going to hit the club car before they run out.
Mm-hmm.
Excuse me. (grunts)
Sandwiches? Drinks?
Waters, please.
I'll be right back.
Great to be under way, huh?
Where you headed?
Savannah. Nice.
I'm going all the way to- (thudding)
What the hell's that?
Something on the tracks?
Shit.
(horn blowing)
We gotta stop!
-(brakes screeching) -(growling)
(screams)
(passengers screaming)
(screaming)
N' (stereo: classical)
Eldritch, you have crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.
Yes.
Do you really believe that I am a man to be trifled with?
COCO: Who are you to give orders?
Eldritch's pact isn't with you.
My dear, you will not speak unless spoken to.
There he goes again.
She can and will speak her mind.
You humiliated me at the auction.
You cost us the Lumen.
But your most grievous crime was betraying the Master.
Please. It's Setrakian.
My security team can have the book back in our hands
before he's translated the title page.
But only- only-
if you and your Master pay me the respect I deserve.
How dare you.
How dare you!
Without Eldritch's influence, without his abilities, without what he has done-
I see who is deciding things.
We want the white when we need it.
You will help us, we will help you, but as equals.
That was, as I heard it, the bargain.
What do you think,
mein Meister?
I see I've finally warranted your attention.
These new terms- the white for immortality-
do not materially affect our agreement.
Use my resources as necessary,
but do not ever take me for granted again!
The terms of our agreement remain unchanged.
-(screeches) - No!
(gasping)
No!
(whimpering)
(sobbing)
(whimpering)
She has a new mate now, Eldritch.
Devotion is a beautiful thing.
(passengers shouting)
What just happened?
We've derailed.
Get your dagger.
MAN: Hey!
Come on.
What about Dad?
He'll find us. We can't wait.
(passengers shouting)
(growling)
(snarling)
Come on!
(strigoi shrieks)
WOMAN: Don't go that way! Zack!
(growling)
(snarling)
(woman screams)
WOMAN: Help! MAN: Let's get the hell out of here!
Zack!
Nora!
Zack!
(snarling)
Watch out for the third rail.
Come on. The station's close.
(footsteps approaching)
Get behind me.
When I say run, you run. Get to the station.
Wait for your father or me. Got it?
Zack.
Come on!
I'm ready! What are you waiting for?
(screams)
Run!
Zack.
(shrieking)
(groans)
Stop!
(groaning)
No!
Please! Let her go!
(groaning)
Please. Stop.
(gasping)
ZACK: Please.
(gasping, groaning)
(groans, gasping)
(whimpering)
(coughing)
Zack.
Let me see you.
(moans)
Mom.
(knife clatters) Mom.
Zack.
MASTER (whispering): Come to me.
(Nora gasps)
Zack.
(ship horn blows)
(Abraham grunting) VASILIY: That's it. That's it.
There we go. (exhales)
Take your time.
All right, Professor. You're all- You're all set.
There she is!
Huh? Home free.
VASILIY: All right.
GUS: Hey, pawnbroker!
Try me, big boy.
You're lucky I don't shoot you for making me walk through that sewer.
Back off, man. Just walk away.
I'm talkin' to Mr. Setrakian.
You made a deal, old man. I'm here to see that you honor it.
VASILIY: Who the hell is this guy anyway?
A former customer.
I am not giving this book to you
or to the Ancients or to anyone.
I'm going to walk onto that boat,
and either you are going to shoot me
and Mr. Fet is going to shoot you, or-
Or I could kill both of you.
This guy.
Mr. Quinlan, you did not come all this way
to do the Ancients' bidding.
I know who you are.
Do you?
I know what you want. It is not this book.
(chuckles) Same old pawnbroker, making deals.
Careful, Quinlan. You're gonna end up with a broken clock.
The Ancients will destroy this book rather than allow its secrets to be revealed.
When they do, they will destroy the one item in this world the Master desires.
But as long as this book exists-
It is bait.
You want the Master?
He will come for whoever possesses it.
That I guarantee you.
EPHRAIM: Nora? (Nora gasping)
Zack?
(Nora whimpers) Nora.
Where's Zack? Where is he?
- She took him. - She turned him?
No.
She took him away with her.
Don't. (sobs)
Don't come close.
We can manage this.
I can figure something out.
(chuckles)
You're always late.
I already hear his voice in me,
his will creeping into mine.
I don't want him to hear your words,
to see you through my eyes.
Nora.
I would come for you.
I would come for you and Zack.
Please don't leave me.
It's done.
(screaming)
I don't know about this, Professor.
Well?
Somewhere in here is the key to the Master's origin
and, hopefully, his demise.
You can figure it out though, right?
In time, yes.
In time?
We've got a stolen book on a stolen boat
sailing down a river.
We have no idea where we're going.
Mexican gangbangers and a half-breed strigoi on board.
The Ancients and the Master are after us.
I'm sure we got plenty of time, Professor.
ABRAHAM (thinking): Long ago, I pledged my life to opposing these monsters.
Since then, I have lost everything dear to me,
driven to the edge of madness
in my quest for knowledge and vengeance.
Now, one step away from victory,
why do I feel more trepidation than triumph?
What insidious plan does the Master have for humankind?
We have become overconfident as a species.
We ignorantly believed in our primacy over all else,
over all other species,
over our planet itself.
Will we perish under our own greed and selfishness?
Or will we overcome and survive?
A short time ago,
our current reality was beyond imagination.
Now we have one last chance to win back our world.
In order to defeat the Master,
we must be as cold and ruthless and savage as he is,
and yet without becoming monsters ourselves.
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