01x11 - The Third Rail

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Previously on The Strain...

(Woman): Ah, mi hijo.

So good to have two kids together again.

How many times I have to tell? No recycling in the hallway.

Now we're talking about the way you speak to my mother.

If she ever tells me you talk to her like that again, you're gonna find your body in one of those recycling bins you love so much.

What was in that coffin? Soil...

Where's that cabinet?

That box was 500 pounds; nothing could lift it up like that.

If you have the coffin, then you still have him!

Do not allow it across the river!

Something evil has taken root. Rats don't migrate like that.

Something's driving them off from underground.

It's hiding down there in the dark.

I tracked the epicenter of the rat-free zone.

We have to look at all the decommissioned tunnels near the World Trade Center.

k*ll the Master and his spawn will die.

(Boy): They're coming.

Uh... alright.

UV light b*mb test.

Hey! No, no, no. Come on! Come on!

(Distant siren blaring)

Now I can't see anything.

That's right.

It's better than burning out your retinas looking at the UVC rays.

No fair.

This is a... good idea?

Uh...

Well, we're about to find out.

Fire in the hole!

(Light b*mb charging)

(Static boom)

You might want to put that out.

What happened?

In engineering terms, uh...

You'd call that a fail.

An epic fail.

Well, light was strong while it lasted.

Was it long enough to hurt them?

Could be bigger.

Need to keep the bulbs bright enough to do the job without burning them out so fast.

Well if it were me, I would make the lights cycle on and off, strobe like a camera flash. That might stop the bulbs from burning out.

Huh.

I could rig up a fog machine too, you know, crank some tunes, really get 'em dancing. Just boom, boom, boom.

Forget I mentioned it. Do what you want.

I'm just joking, Doc.

Hmm?

(Fet mumbling)

I'm not saying I disagree because I do agree with you.

Don't fall off your high horse.

Problem is, is that...

Well, we can't do any more tests.

I could put the rest of our bulbs in...

Tinker with the circuit board, put in an oscillator...

But we're gonna have to go with what we end up with.

Hope for the best.

Mr. Fet, you've just described my method of operation for the past six decades.

(Theme music)

(Clanking)

Mama, what are you doing?!

I can't find anything in this damn kitchen!

(Mariela cries softly)

Apparently she's searching for an ashtray she once owned from the Alvear Hotel, Buenos Aires.

I know it's here somewhere.

(Nora sighs)

Mama...

That broke years ago. Hm?

(Dog barking)

I'll clean it up.

This is not your kitchen.

(Vehicles honking)

An ashtray here.

(Helicopter whirring)

Thank you.

Ah.

I don't like him.

Mr. Setrakian is our host.

(Sirens blaring outside)

He has a dark soul.

Mama, basta.

Toma.

I'm sorry.

I understand what she's experiencing.

She's wrong, what she said about you.

No, she's not.

(Tires screeching)

(People yelling)

Is your mother going to be OK?

(Nora): She gets coused sometimes.

She mistakes memories for reality.

She must have really liked that ashtray.

It was from a hotel-restaurant where my father took her on their first date.

He wanted a memento, because he knew right then, from that first night, that he was gonna marry her.

Well then, maybe it's good that she still remembers it.

I think you're right.

(Knocking)

Crispin, open the door.

Crispin, open the damn door! I'm not playing, bro!

(Soccer commentary in Spanish on TV)

Mama?

(Coughs)

Where's Mom?

Crispin, do you hear me? Where is mom?

(Growling)

(Growls and snarls)

(Screeching)

(Gus panting)

(Gus grunting)

(Crunching noises)

No!

No! No!

(Ambulance siren blaring)

First, do no harm.

Things have changed.

Have they?

Take a remote village, say 200 years ago.

Residents are manifesting strange symptoms.

Dying, fear and superstition rule the day, and a curse is blamed until someone like you or me shows up and, through a scientific process of elimination, traces the disease to a source and destroys it.

The curse is lifted. People are saved.

Order is restored.

So you believe now?

If we slay the Master, this plague of vampirism ends today?

I have to believe it.

Otherwise, I can't justify leaving Zack here... at the risk of... being orphaned or... worse.

We'll make it back here.

What if we don't?

Maybe one of us should stay.

You mean me?

I-I would never ask you that...

You just did.

The answer is no.

I didn't mean it like that.

I'm leaving my mother behind.

I know, I know you are.

You and I are not assassins.

Fet, that k*ll-happy exterminator, this kamikaze mission is his wet dream.

And the old man is consumed by an ancient grudge.

No plan B, because they have no one but themselves at risk.

I don't think we have any other choice.

(Distant alarm system ringing)

(People talking and yelling)

(Alarm system ringing)

(Nora talking indistinctly)

(Glass shattering)

(Closing door)

This was the, uh...

w*apon Jim Kent chose to use.

You would honor him by taking it.

Thank you.

(Distant ambulance siren)

When will you be back?

Sundown, absolute latest.

That's the whole day!

Hopefully sooner.

What about Mom?

I think the best thing is to, uh... take out that...

The thing that's causing all this. Mr. Setrakian has a plan.

I understand, but why can't I come with you?

I don't know what's out there. I...

I can't control that environment, but here...

You've seen Mr. Setrakian's basement, it's a fortress, it's an armory. It's the most safe place I could imagine for you.

You'll be careful, right?

Of course.

I promise. In the meantime, keep an eye on Mrs. Martinez.

Shouldn't that be the other way around?

Should be.

But you're in charge. You stay in the basement.

Both of you. Don't let anybody see you.

OK.

(Sirens blaring)

Time to go.

You're brave.

(Helicopter whirring)

(Vehicles honking)

I love you.

I love you too.

(The truck engine starts)

♪♪ Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir ♪
♪ So that every mouth can be fed ♪
♪ Poor Poor, poor ♪
♪ The Israelites ♪

Young boy! Where is my ashtray?

I don't know, it's not here.

What did you do with it?

I didn't put it anywhere. Nora can help you when she comes back.

♪ Poor, the Israelites ♪
♪ Shirt, they might tear up, trousers are go ♪
♪ I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde ♪
♪ Poor Poor, poor ♪
♪ The Israelites ♪

Wow!

♪ After a storm there must be a calm ♪
♪ You catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm ♪
♪ Poor Poor, poor ♪
♪ Poor, the Israelite ♪

Where is my daughter?

She went out with all the others.

Is she getting my cigarettes? I need my cigarettes.

See? I need cigarettes!

You shouldn't... my mom says you shouldn't smoke.

♪ In the morning slaving for bread, sir ♪

Nora will get you some when she comes back.

♪ So that every mouth can be fed ♪
♪ Poor Poor, poor ♪
♪ The Israelites, sir ♪
♪ My wife and my kids ♪♪

(People yelling)

Let's haul ass! Come on!

Everybody's having fun now.

Every man for himself.

That's what the Master is counting on.

(Glass shattering)

(Alarm ringing)

(People talking and yelling)

Don't stop! Run! Run! Run! Run!

C'mon, Mama, pick up.

(Phone ringing)

(Spanish TV program playing)

Pick up, Mama, please.

(Phone ringing)

(Beep!)

(Dialing)

(Ringing)

(Woman): Thank you for calling Harlem's Hospital Center. If you know your party's extension...

(Dialing three numbers)

(Ringing)

Woman: Nurse's desk, 4B.

Yeah, can I speak to Guadalupe Elizalde, please? It's an emergency.

May I ask who's calling?

It's Augustine Elizalde, her son.

Yeah, hold on.

OK.

Mr. Elizalde, Guadalupe's shift isn't till 6pm.

It's totally crazy here. She might have called in earlier, Come in early, I don't know. But I haven't seen her.

OK. Thank you.

(Brief thumping)

(Ambulance siren blaring)

(Vehicles honking frantically)

(Gus gasps)

(Guadalupe growling)

(Crying)

(Guadalupe growling)

(Gus sobbing)

(Gus sobbing)

(Mariela): Somebody please! Help me!

I need to get out of here!

Help!

It's locked! Help me, please!

(Crying): Help me!

Please.

(Vehicles honking frantically)

Mrs. Martinez!

Oh, there you are, young boy.

The keys! Give me the keys.

My dad gave me the keys. Do you want to go back downstairs?

My daughter, my Nora, they've taken her. I must go to her!

No, she left on her own. She's coming back.

They're all coming back!

They never come back! Never!

(Mariela crying)

(Glass shattering)

We must leave this place!

Please!

I need to get out of here!

If I...

If I go get you cigarettes, will you go downstairs and wait for me?

(Vehicles honking)

(Ephraim): Why the World Trade Center?

(Setrakian): The Master is drawn to places of great human misery. He seeks out suffering.

Eau de strigoi.

I think we're in the right place.

(Setrakian): "The cave you fear to enter...

(Ephraim): Holds the treasure that you seek."

Oh, God!

With any luck, Dr. Martinez, it's gonna get a hell of a lot messier than this.

Stay to the right!

The third rail.

I don't know if it's live down here, but, uh...

That's 625 volts, we don't want to find out.

It's everything that defined these people.

Well, I hope I'm defined by more than just my wallet and my wristwatch.

Everything you see represents somebody's mother, father, son, daughter.

Don't bother.

(People screaming and yelling)

(Vehicles honking)

(Baby crying)

(g*n f*ring)

(Ambulance siren blaring)

(Tires screeching)

(Woman on police radio): Following either a grey Ford or a Plymouth...

(Black woman weeping)

We're looking at two male caucasians moving South...

(Loud clattering)

(Man screaming)

Hey!

Does your phone work? Can you get a signal?

No, mine doesn't work either.

The station was abandoned after 9/11...

Doubt anyone's been here since.

Anyone still human that is.

(Vampires growling)

They're nesting.

During daylight hours, always.

Especially when first turned.

The, uh, transformation, it exhausts them.

That's a lot of necks to chop.

No.

Releasing them... would alert the Master to our presence. Switch off.

(Clicking)

(Vampires growling)

Kelly?

(Nora): Eph, it's not her.

We must keep moving.

(Low growling)

I should have been there for you, Mama.

(Siren blaring outside)

(Growling)

(Suspenseful music)

(Snarling)

Mr. Farrell...

You're here for the rent, puto?

(Growling)

Look. The rails are clean here.

Ah, service cars.

They use the abandoned stations for turnarounds.

I know these tunnels like the back of my hand.

Now, this line was built on top of the old original

1923 line.

Yeah, it's like, uh...

Ancient Rome or the City of David.

(Distant screeching noises)

Shhh!

We were hearing that the whole time, Doc.

No, no, this is different.

These tunnels, they do strange things to sounds. You know, like whispering chambers.

You know?

If there's a train coming, we're gonna know it, OK?

Come on.

(Nora): Go!

Run!

You were saying?

"I know these tunnels like the back of my hand."

For future reference, that's the back of your hand.

That's your ass. That's your elbow.

You want to take lead, yeah?

Take point? Then go ahead. Be my guest. Go for it, Doc.

I'm sick of this Brooklyn-pride sh*t. Save it for somebody who cares.

You're used to having the last word, huh, Doc?

How does it feel to know that a pawnbroker and a rat k*ller know more than you do, huh?

You've been waiting for this your whole life, haven't you?

Congratulations on the vampire apocalypse.

The first will be last.

The last shall be first, Doc.

Enough!

Both of you! Pay attention!

(Weird growling)

We cannot afford to be seen.

Not yet.

(Weird growling)

It's a shitty way to go, even for them.

Now, I know another way to k*ll them.

Next outing, you carry the power transformer.

She was heading this way, so we're close.

Just be careful.

(Radio): ... they'll get any better. Widespread looting.

Emergency services stretched.

Hello?

Infrastructure's crumbling, and there are serious concerns that hydro and water services are in imminent danger of collapse.

Added to that, last night's events, on the George Washington's Bridge particularly, has sparked concerns over a recent wave of vigilantism that has spread panic over law-abiding citizens.

And many citizens have actually decided to pull up stakes and get out of town. We have one such gentleman on the line right now. Marcus...

(Woman and man laughing)

(Man): Ohhh, jackpot!

Sloppy seconds is more like it.

(Tires screeching)

But food's food.

Check the cash register just in case.

And grab another bag to fill. We'll trade what we can't eat.

We might not find another store like this again.

Ohhh... Damn!

Hey, Val, the clerk, he, uh...

Don't be such a p*ssy. You want to eat, don't you?

Check the backroom, look for canned tuna.

(Strange growling)

(Clattering)

(Vampire growling)

Oh, Jesus! Hey!

Let go of me!

What are you doing here, kid? Hey, Belle!

(Belle): Where did you come from, kid?

(Man): Hey, uh...

Somebody else here.

(Growling)

(Man screaming)

(Clatter)

(Belle screaming)

(Loud clatter)

Hey, watch it, kid.

(Vampire snarling)

(Body thumping)

(Glass breaking)

Vamoose.

(Vampire growling)

(Ambulance siren blaring)

(Vampire growling)

(Vampire growling)

(Ephraim): Dead-end.

(Fet): What the hell?

Where did all the vamps go? Where'd they...

How did they get through?

If I were hunting rats, this is exactly where I'd assume they'd go.

Or if this is a trap.

g*dd*mn it!

(Panting)

All clear.

(Vampires growling)

sh*t. Behind us.

Go.

Hurry. I'll hold them off.

He knows we're here now.

Oh well, all the more reason to hurry.

(Panting)

(Woman): Eph?

Eph?

(Panting)

Doctor!

(Woman): Eph, are you there?

Give me a hand.

Dr. Goodweather!

(Woman): I'm so cold.

Find me, Eph, I need you.

(Eph): Kelly?

Don't!

Listen to me!

(Kelly): Don't let them hurt me.

Doctor!

No!

Listen to me!

(Setrakian): Doctor!

(Nora): Something's happening.

Holding them off with the light isn't gonna get it done.

(Growling and screeching)

Go! Go now!

Go!

Eph!

(Low growling)

Eph!

(Growling)

Eph?

(Growling)

(Grunting)

(Strange growling)

Gah! Gaaah!

Gah!

Ah! I'm stuck!

(Nora): Go! Go!

(Fet): Aaah!

(Vampire growling and snarling)

(Vampire screeching in pain)

(Vampire screeching)

Where are they?

Let's go.

(Kelly): Eph?

(Grunting with effort)

Eph, where are you? Hurry.

Kelly, I'm here.

(Rowling)

Where is she? g*dd*mn it, come on!

What are you waiting for?! Come on!

(Growling)

(Dramatic music)

Aaah!

(Cracking sound)

Ugh! Ugh!

(Low growling)

(g*nsh*t)

(Eph choking)

Have you come here to destroy me?

The old professor... has a new pupil... to fail... as he failed.

I have taken everything from him.

And I... will take everything... from you.

Your wife... your son.

I... am a drinker of men.

Professore.

(Light b*mb charging)

(Vampires screaming)

Mrs. Martinez!

(Song in Spanish playing softly)

Mrs. Martinez?

Mrs. Martinez?

Mrs. Martinez?

I got your cigarettes.

Oh, thank you!

Sweet young boy.

(Song in Spanish continues playing)

(Sniffling)

Did anyone see? Which way did he go?

Which path?
(Nora): Eph.

We had him.

No, he had us.

Are you OK?

I think so.

You saw him?

Yeah, I saw him.

I heard her voice.

Kelly.

She was calling out to me.

He tricked me.

Of course, he tricked you!

How could you run off like that?

Hmm? We ended up hunting for you instead of that thing!

Why did you ignite the light b*mb? It chased him away!

We had no choice!

He was right there!

Right within my grasp! Now gone!

I'll not rest until the Master is destroyed!

And now, neither will he!

I'll break you, you...

strigoi!

k*ll you! Die, you!

Die, strigoi!

(He yells.)

Die!

This way!

How did you know he went this way?

The Master is here somewhere.

We should think this out, regroup.

And let them regroup? Why would we do that?

We may not get this chance again.

g*dd*mn it!

Tough choice here, huh?

That's basically a random choice.

No.

Whoa, look... I get it, I'm on your side, but this is crazy.

We've got him on the run! We must press on! Do what you like!

Stop!

Hold on!

Flashlights off.

UV only.

Huh?

You see?

I was right! Now, let me go!

Stop! Wait. Nora.

What are we waiting for?

(Growling)

That's a lot of monsters.

No way, Pops!

He is here! Unhand me!

For God's sake, this is su1c1de!

No! No! No! No!