It has been 23 days...
Twenty-three days
since the landing of Regis Air flight 753 transfixed the world.
Thy kingdom come...
Our response to the threat was needlessly delayed
by indulgence in political debates,
media distractions, punditry, and grandstanding.
The quarantine of New York was a moderate success.
But locking predators in with a reliable source of food
also helped the Strigoi evolve more quickly.
Isolating the plague helped it to burn more brightly.
The United States announced plans for a massive surge deployment
of National Guard troops and US Army reserves
to push into New York City and wipe out the infected enemy.
But when new outbreaks occurred in other cities...
military support was redistributed to other population centers
in the hope of halting the spread of
the disease, and just as importantly,
the spread of panic.
The invading presence was a far graver threat
than anyone ever imagined.
If humanity had any hope of defeating this plague,
it had to happen now...
Of' HGVGT.
- Go, go, go! - Door down.
- We're moving in. - Keep going.
- We got eyes. - Engage
Ford, Coley, check em'.
Copy that.
Clear!
No, nothing here.
What about her?
Poor lady.
Sorry, ma'am.
Clear here. Scaggs, report.
Just checking the basement now, Captain.
Got two down.
Move out, move out! Kroft, we got stingers here.
I got you covered.
Got us a rabbit hole.
Spectacular. What's that rat catcher's name again?
Yeah, that looks like a smuggling tunnel.
They're all over Chinatown.
Do you or do you not think this
King Rat could be down this hatch?
Yeah. Affirmative.
Then down we go.
Hey, buddy, you with the army?
Yeah, something like that.
We finally taking the fight to these things?
Yeah, buddy. That's what we want to hear.
New York strong! Yeah!
Right on! New York strong, brother!
Go back. Turn around.
Shit. That ammonia smell.
Makes your eyes want to tear up.
Let's go dark.
Roger that. Pair up.
Watch your backs.
Clear your lines of fire.
Incoming.
Roger that.
Target set.
All right, weapons free.
Engage!
Check your cuffs and seals.
Remember one worm gets inside, and you become the enemy.
Roger that. All clear.
Nothing here. Negative. No matches.
Alright, let's keep moving.
We're gonna find this guy, give him our autograph.
Let's go.
Watch your back!
Zack?
I'm sorry, Zack. I'm sorry.
Open up! Open the door!
Letusin!
Hey, we got one!
Say something. So we know you're not one of them.
How about a alphabetical list of prepositions?
About, above, across, after...
against... What are you doing in here?
It's my house.
There's a mandatory evacuation to St. Michael's.
Show me some ID.
Will that do?
I'm sorry, sir.
We didn't mean to. What are you doing here?
That badge is going to get you hotel privileges, security, food...
I'm waiting for somebody.
Who exactly are you waiting for, sir?
My son.
Come on.
All right, let's get the hell out of here.
All right, guys. Let's move on.
What are you doing here?
We've got to go!
Somebody help, please!
Time to make the donuts.
Hold on.
Brought you more raw materials for the bioweapon.
You know where to put it. There's the new batch.
Follow me. I know where to take this.
One of my teams reported you were
sleeping in Woodside last night.
Or not sleeping by the looks of it. What's going on there?
Just keeping an eye on some property I own out there.
Not smart. You're too important to this fight.
Not to mention the fact that you're technically
still a federal fugitive, or would be
if you weren't under my protection.
Well, technically, if I were in jail,
you wouldn't have any bioweapon.
Jesus Christ, Eph, you're an epidemiologist from the CDC,
you can train others to do this grunt work.
I need you on my staff
trying to figure this thing out on a larger scale.
Not interested.
Do you know what's really going on?
On the news it says you're winning.
The middle of Manhattan around Central Park
is basically under our control.
So is Staten Island, Red Hook, parts of Queens near the shore.
We're pushing the munchers further out.
Did you say "munchers"?
It's something this guy I know calls them.
Ibehevethatconfidence goes a long way.
The message is that we are winning.
But the truth is we don't have the manpower.
At this current casualty rate, we can't push out any further.
What's the kill ratio for the bioweapon?
Around 75 percent. Ballpark.
Last week it was 100 percent.
It was. I don't know.
Maybe we didn't get a big enough sample size.
No, that shouldn't be it. It should be lethal, always.
All I know is I need more of your weapon,
or I need a better weapon.
Or I need a new plan.
What I've got are cops and citizens with guns and sticks.
If we don't stay ahead of these things, we're done.
It's not a question of "if" we're going to fail, only "when."
And take a damn shower.
Seventy-five percent effective.
Is the latency period too short?
Too long? Are they adapting?
They're sure as hell getting smarter.
This is all I could find.
All right? Thank you.
Come on, it's worth a lot more.
Yeah, yeah.
Here you go.
Hey, RauL
You find asthma medicine?
Yeah.
I'll give you three.
And I'll have... some tuna, a couple of cans of soup.
And the fifth over there.
Do you have a taser?
"The seven plagues, mortal only to the face of God..."
"The face of God..."
The countenance divine.
Moses said, "The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee,
and give thee peace."
Perhaps a literal translation is not the best approach.
Nonsense, the answer is in here.
The clues are in there, the answer is not.
I'm aware you're anxious to take action.
Each day we wait our task grows harder.
The Master is building an army.
I will not be rash.
I made that mistake once before, and I will not make it again.
We will not strike until we possess
all the knowledge in this text.
I expected the federal government to bend me over
but I thought the city council members
would at least buy me a drink first.
Let me save you some breath
and me more high blood pressure.
We are not giving back one square inch of the territory
that so many New Yorkers have fought and died for.
Period. Done. End of story.
I've had this disease ever since I was young, Fet.
Makes me speak my mind.
Don't you ever take the cure.
Thanks for coming in. Yeah, sure.
So, these Navy SEALs, what's the latest?
We took out two big nests near Chinatown.
These munchers are getting faster.
I need more help. ls there any way that we can convince them
to change their mission? To help me secure Manhattan.
Any way we can get them to call in reinforcements?
I don't think so.
I'm just like a translator for these guys.
I speak New York City.
Other than that, these guys are doing their own thing.
Fine. Whatever you can do to help them succeed, do it.
I'll take a win wherever I can get one.
Thanks.
Dispatch, go ahead. Yep.
Let him through.
Come on.
Get inside!
Mama.
Mama, it's okay.
I just want to give you this, look. I know you're hungry, okay?
Just relax, all right? Here. Just want to give it to you, okay?
Mom! Mom, please, mom!
Mom, relax, okay?
Here.
It's all I got.
I know you hear me.
I will get them back for what they did to us.
Okay? I promise.
My name is Lar.
A sun-hunter.
I speak for them.
I don't care who speaks as long as they do the listening.
We are surprised to see you.
You think me a traitor...
because, for the moment, I throw my lot in with the cattle?
But you should know better than anyone.
I have no allegiances, only an enemy.
Is that how you justify your thievery?
I'm taking action. Unlike you, who lurk in your chamber
paralyzed by a truce that has lasted
centuries and has now been broken.
You have grown indolent.
What became of the Ancients from the Old World,
the rest of the seven?
We have not had any contact with them.
My guess is... that he destroyed them
before coming to the New World.
And now he's come here to finish the job.
Setrakian may be a thief,
but he's a fighter, which is more
that can be said for the lot of you.
We want to know what you've learned from the Lumen-
Of course you do.
You want to know if our search for the Master's demise...
might also bring about your demise as well.
The book is not yet deoiphered. We still have much work to do.
You will share with us what you have found.
You would be wise not to threaten me, your only ally in this war.
I'm not your servant.
I am your best hope.
Fortunately for you, your enemy and mine is the same.
Oh! Ah!
Can I help you get where you're... Back off, big fella.
Back off!
I see you got it, huh? You have a great day!
That's my kinda lady.
Hey, sunshine.
Miss me?
You were gone?
Only for four days. Guess you didn't notice.
So, how soon can we end this thing
and go back to ordering takeout
and yelling at the TV like normal New Yorkers?
In time, Mr. Fet. In time.
You've had that thing for a week now.
This book has been compiled over the course of centuries.
One week's reading is not enough to unveil all its mysteries.
What's that?
What have I been up to? Thanks for asking, Professor.
I got assigned by Justine Faraldo to work with these Navy SEALs.
The government.
They're investigating a theory that there might be a King Rat muncher
that started the whole outbreak on the plane.
So they're sending these SEALs in to see if it's true.
I'm supposed to help them find him.
They're finally coming around
to the reality of what's really going down.
Well, it's as sound a plan as any.
Yeah, right? And me steering these Navy SEALs
towards Strigoi hotspots, wherever they're amassing.
Professor...
these SEALs, they go in and they slam
with extreme prejudice, you know?
I mean, that's gotta be good, right?
Why not?
There's the rousing vote of confidence I was looking for.
Thank you, Professor.
Word to the wise.
Don't ever sneak up in my blind spot...
unless you want to eat a rebar sandwich.
Your centurions...
if they do find him, you must alert me first,
before they pursue him.
I can finish him, they cannot.
Let me tell you something, Born-o.
First off, in our world, listening in
on people's conversations, not polite.
Second, these "centurions" you're talking about
are kind of like the best of the best.
Every failed empire has a legion of elite warriors.
None with ISR drone support, night-vision goggles,
and automatic assault rifles.
Technology offers no advantage over the Master.
What these guys do, they do better than anybody else
in the history of the world.
Including half-vampires. Ten bucks says we get to him before you
or the magic book do.
Why would you bet against me if we are on the same side?
Because I don't like you.
Because you got a stinger like a full-on Strigoi,
and you drink human blood.
Now if that makes me a racist, or a creature-ist, or a anti-Strigoi,
well, then there you go. Fet's a hater.
Mr. Fet, that's enough.
Would you give me and the professor a moment alone?
To have a conversation, humans only.
Happy hunting.
Yeah, you too, slick.
How can you trust that guy?
Mr. Quinlan has been instrumental in translating these pages.
What happens when he gets everything that he needs from that book?
You're splitting rent and utilities with a muncher on steroids.
What happens if you wake up one morning
with a stinger on your neck?
If I do, your "I told you so" will be a source of great comfort
before you dispatch me.
Don't be so sentimental.
You... go ahead and do your thing.
I'm gonna head back out, hunt for the Master.
Mr. Fet.
Good luck.
If I see him, I'll tell him you said hello.
City Hall Station. Opened in 1904.
One of the crown jewels of the New York subway system.
You really love this city, huh?
It's my home, and it's under attack.
Understood.
Tell me the truth, is there any version of this
where we might get more troops?
More troops? Not a chance in hell.
The truth is we've got two more days here.
If we don't find your King Rat, we're gone.
On the big map, New York's been written off.
Sorry.
Not sure sorry covers it.
Ford? You're heading up Team Two. Yes, sir.
Get with your guys. Roger that.
Fet, what do you got?
Strigoi, returning to nest at dawn. There are hundreds of them.
They're going underground, right below
where we're standing right now.
And where there's lot of Strigoi...
That's where we have our best shot of finding Bolivar.
Hey...
I've been thinking... I've been down
there, so... why don't I gear up
with you guys, and I could lead you to the muncher nest myself?
No civilian ride-alongs, my friend. Enjoy the show.
Come on. Here we go.
See you, Fet.
I got your back, buddy. Yeah.
All right, eyes everywhere.
These things can move.
Paflence, paflence, pafience.
Got your rear.
Sentinel munchers. They're like lookouts.
We“ Just get as close as you can to them
without alerting them to your presence.
Coming up on our six.
Prepare to engage.
Stay sharp.
More movement.
Hold fire!
Fet, I can see a person down here, in a suit. A human person.
Hold on.
You see what I'm seeing?
Fet, come in.
What!
Fet!
Get on him, don't lose him!
What the hell are you talking about?
That's Bolivar's number two.
Move! Going up! Move, move.
Kroft, be careful. I'm warning you, he's fast.
Not faster than a bullet.
Actually, I think he is.
Go. 90, go...
Team Two, keep your distance. Let's see where this guy is going.
Copy that.
He is heading to the church.
Wait for me!
All right, boys.
Stack it up.
Clear. Let's go, let's go.
On me. Ready?
Go, go, go. Go, go, go.
Cover, move, cover, move.
Watch your step.
Watch your backs. Clear.
Guard the rear.
Moving. Last man is go.
Cole, don't go down there yet. Kroft! Somebody answer me.
Cut the mic, guys.
Check the corners.
What was that?
What the hell was that?
Team leader, over.
Kroft, come in.
Shit.
It looks like a good time to fall back.
Ford? Ford?
Something's happening to the feeds.
Ford, do you read me?
Kroft!
Talk to me, anybody.
You're not hunting him anymore.
He's hunting you.
Let's go. Go, go.
Move, move, move!
It's open.
Move in. Nothing.
Ford!
I've lost visual.
Me, too. Scaggs? Vannelli?
Nothing. Dark.
Get it? I don't know.
Playing with us.
Scaggs?
Holy shit! He was just here.
Scaggs?
We're coming for you. Everybody eyes up.
Kroft!
I'm coming!
If you see a flare, don't shoot!
Anyone?
Scaggs!
Holy shit. What was that?
Vannelli?
Let's move.
Vannelli?
Kroft!
Fet!
Get out of here.
Aah!
Vannelli?
Coley? Coley, what is it?
Where the hell are you?
Damn it!
Fet?
I'm close. I'm in the tunnel.
No!
Listen to me.
Something's in here. It's taking us out, one by one.
Find the other team! Save my guys, get them out!
Come on.
Let's go, come on.
Aah!
Lovely evening...
is it not?
Goddamn you!
Mom?
Will you help me?
The Master is going to let us be together.
Why?
Because I am going to do something for him.
Get out of my way!
About, above, across, after, among, against...
around...
Around...
Zack?
Where is Zack?
Zack is alive.
You can get him back.
Where is he? He's safe.
Where is my son?
How much of you is still alive in there?
Enough.
When his voice leaves me, when his leash loosens,
I still feel sadness.
Like a void.
And the thirst drives those emotions away.
But I am still here.
We want the Lumen.
The book?
You kept Zack alive to trade him for a book?
You have a choice to make.
The Lumen...
or Zack.