04x06 - Tainted Love

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Previously on The Strain...

I hate you!

I live in this building with a bunch
of other kids. I was wondering if...

If you could bring them some of my food?

You have no idea how
much this means to me.

Munchers b*at us again. We're
gonna have to steal a pit.

Right, the guys are in. I
told them they could have

all the silver in the
back of that truck.

I didn't see any silver.

- They don't know that.
- We risked our lives

taking this convoy so that you could
get plutonium and we could get nothing?

Let's get out of here!

Has there been any word yet?

I have seen no one of
the type you search for.

You seek me?

You are... an immortal.

My brother. He seeks your gift.

He lies near death, beyond
the help of medicine.

A strix! The immortal race?

For a time I covered the
guilty rash and became

- quite artful with stage makeup.
- Our Father,

which art in heaven, hallowed
be Thy name... and lead us

not into temptation but
deliver us from evil.

How much further to Cheyenne?

- 250 miles.
- You got a plan?

Well, National Guard's got an armory.

I figure we'll start
looking there for supplies.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Just hold it right
there, Brooks Brothers.

Chilly out here, yes?

It is if your dumb ass forgot a coat.

- What do you want?
- Information.

I am looking for two men.

Well, one man.

Vasiliy Fet?

And a half-breed named Quinlan.

So...

you have seen them.

Any idea where I might find them?

Probably somewhere east of here

- looking for an airfield.
- Shut your g*dd*mn piehole.

We don't owe them a thing.
SOBs nearly got us k*lled,

and for nothing.

In that case,

I have good news

and I have bad news.

The good news is

I am taking

that truck off your hands.

Just like that, huh?

- Just like that.
- What's the bad news?

The bad news is...

I only need one of you

to drive it.

He's a strigoi! k*ll him!

Congratulations.

Tonight is your lucky night.

Jesus Christ!

I'm standing next to
a fully pitted nuke.

- Can you be a little more careful?
- We left New York

more than nine months ago.
Time is of the essence.

Well, the airfield's not far.
Should take us less than a day.

You're certain we'll
be able to get a plane?

Certain-ish.

The guy who runs it, Dooley,
had about a half a dozen

- aircraft last time I heard.
- Good.

Ah, wouldn't start popping corks.

We have to actually see
if he wants to trade.

Why would he not? All our amm*nit*on,

food, and vehicles for just one
plane is more than reasonable.

Yeah, well, Dooley...

ain't exactly reasonable.

Former Special Forces.
It's his way or the highway.

Then I'll show him my way.

You keep staring at me like that,

I ain't coming to New York. Seriously.

Why are you coming?

Seriously.

Ha ha. Look who's got jokes.

I figured I'd have a better chance

with you guys than by myself.

We made a pretty good
team so far, right?

- Oh, really?
- Mhm.

Oh, yeah?

You're so tough. You're so tough.

Put me down.

- Put me down!
- Now?

- I suppose we have.
- Whoa.

That's not cool.

- Really?
- Mhm.

Are you feeling OK, Quinlan?

Can I collect you some more blood?

That won't be necessary;
thank you, Charlotte.

Fet, a word?

Oh, go on.

I'll get you some more fresh coffee.

Why the long face, Born-o? Huh?

I mean, today's the day we get to...

leave this frozen wasteland.

Charlotte cannot come.

- Excuse me?
- Her usefulness has passed.

Yeah. That's not for you to decide.

- This is my mission.
- And you wouldn't have completed it

without me or Charlotte.

For that I'm grateful.
But now we must focus

on the next steps. She
will only slow us down.

Charlotte has risked her life for us

more times than I can count.

So don't you dare
question her commitment!

I'm not.

I'm questioning yours.

Everything OK here?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, we're good.

Make sure that we are, Fet.

_

- I found you!
- Catch me.

Lydia, to bed please.

Miss Richmond will be
here to watch you soon.

But I want to play with Mr. Quinlan.

He'll be back soon enough.

Say good night to Mr. Quinlan.

We'll continue our games tomorrow.

We're going to the theater.

I've...

never been.

I know.

We mustn't dally. The
curtain is at eight.

No one's ever accused
me of dallying before.

I must've lost the time

whilst watching Lydia. My apologies.

I appreciate how good you are with her.

Hello.

She was so withdrawn

after her uncle passed, but...

now she's opened up;

she listens to you.

Clearly, she needs a
father figure in her life.

Because her true father
remains a mystery?

We're nearly there.

Stay back.

Quinlan!

Invictus?

Is that you?

You've come.

And I shall come for you.

All right, all right!
Let's load up, everyone,

before Q has an aneurysm.

I can think of worse things.

Hold up!

I'm coming!

Uh, can I help?

I can handle it.

Well, there's not much
that you can't handle.

What's up?

Quinlan... um.

He thinks that, um... you
shouldn't come to New York

but, before you say a thing,
I just want you to know

that I told him that it's not his call.

You know, that, uh...

You've done more for
us than anyone else.

We owe you everything.

But, uh...

then it dawned on me that, you know,

whether he wants you to stay
or I want you to go or...

It doesn't really matter
because what really matters is...

what you want, you know?

- So?
- So...

you wanna come?

To New York? Huh?

Hell, no.

What?

I mean, you said it was
a su1c1de mission, right?

Yeah. I.. I just...

I just thought that...

Then when we're done
here, I figured that I'd

go out to my dad's cabin in Montana

and... just live off the land

at least... at least as long as I can.

Yeah, that, well... that...

that... that sounds...
that sounds nice, actually.

Well, it's better than the alternative.

Right?

Yeah.

I guess.

Good.

Wait a second. Did you just
break up with me? Huh? Hey!

_

That was me. Up there,
on the second floor.

I could see the whole
neighborhood from my desk.

See, um... my parents coming home.

They were right there when it hit.

I looked up and they
were at the crosswalk,

looking back at Liberty Island.

The blast wave rolled through and...

they were just...

gone.

Sorry.

It's OK. It's not your fault.

Thank you...

for bringing me here.

Of course. No problem.

You never talk about your parents.

I assume they're, uh... you know.

My mom is.

I'm not sure about my dad.

You don't know what happened to him?

Nope. And I don't care.

You wanna talk about it?

My mom was turned.

sh*t.

My dad... thought she
was gonna hurt me but...

she wasn't; she would never do that.

But he k*lled her anyway.

I'm sorry.

You know, I still talk to her sometimes.

I probably sound like a weirdo.

No, I do it, too.

- You too?
- Yeah,

if I'm feeling low or down,

I think of what my parents would say.

Makes me feel better. I
guess we're both weirdos.

- Guess so.
- This is me.

Oh, hey, wait.

I almost forgot.

What's this?

Plums?

That's so sweet.

Um, I'm gonna just...

Yeah.

_

Zack, what is it that troubles you?

- You wouldn't understand.
- I've been studying

human nature for a very long time.

There's nothing

I haven't seen when it comes to life.

Or love?

There it is.

Who is it?

Abby.

The servant girl?

She's more than that.

At least... I want her to be.

Does she share your feelings?

I don't know.

Have you... asked?

No.

Ask her.

_

You know the area well.

I take it you are from this region?

Relax, Benjamin.

All you have to do is

get me to the airfield in time.

- And you're gonna let me go?
- You have my word.

You are Native American, are you not?

What is your tribe?

Chippewa.

Chippewa.

I've always been
fascinated by the subject.

h*tler was obsessed with it.

He admired the way
the American government

dealt with their... native problem.

Seems kinda sick.

Getting off on the
genocide of innocent people.

Innocent?

Is it not true that many of the tribes

turned on their own in
order to help the white man?

It's more complicated than that.

I don't think so at all.

Take your case. Here you are,

assisting me, selling
out your own species.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Of course you had a choice.

You could have chosen a warrior's death.

An honorable death.

But you chose self-preservation.

You took the coward's way out,

like so many of your ancestors.

All these back roads look
the same in the winter.

I better check the map.

Hold on.

Allow me.

So, uh,

tell me more about
this, um... this cabin.

Four walls... and a roof.

Deluxe, huh?

Why you asking?

Heh. Just curious.

What was that?

It's the CB. Somebody,
somewhere's opened up the channel.

Who the hell else is out
here? And on our frequency?

Bullard Field Regional
Airport, Highway...

Sounds like Ben.

- Wonderful. We'll be there shortly.
- Is that...

- Eichhorst.
- sh*t.

Quinlan, please! Talk to me.

I don't understand.

There is nothing more to say.

The Master is here in London.

Now is my chance to defeat him.

Why must it be you who confronts him?

This is my purpose. To defeat the Master

and his plague. For protection.

Are you not our protection?

You're not coming back.

Quinlan, no!

What about me? What about my daughter?

She loves you like a father!
Do we mean nothing to you?

Quite... the opposite.

These past few months...

you have shown me kindness,
accepted me into a world

in which I've never fully
belonged. For that, I am grateful.

I hope tonight I can repay you in kind.

You don't have to do this.

For your sake,

and Lydia's...

I must see this through.

And if you succeed?

Your destiny fulfilled? Why
then won't you return to us?

The Master's life and
mine, they are entwined.

When I end his...

mine shall also end.

That is the price I must pay.

Yet it cost me so much more.

Please don't go.

I want you to stay.

So do I, my child.

So do I.

- Is Abby coming in?
- Not now. Abby coming later.

Stay.

- Everybody gets one.
- OK, fine.

Thanks, Abby.

The cut-through's right
up here on the left.

The hunters use this
fire road in the winter.

It gives good cover;
it should save us time.

- We're gonna need it.
- Signal's getting weaker.

Means we're putting some
distance between us and them.

- For the moment.
- You think he's here

- because you've got the nuke?
- Exactly.

Means the Master's scared.

The only thing more
dangerous than a king rat

is a scared king rat.

He'll throw everything's
he's got at us now.

We need to make better time.
They could be in the air by now.

I'm pushing it as fast as I can.

How long has this been on?

Pull over.

I didn't know.

I said, pull over.

What are you doing? Stop!

No!

No!

_

Where the hell have you brought us?

Only place I know where
we can get an airplane.

And our heads blown clear off.

I got a not-so-great
feeling about this right now.

- Jesus!
- What the hell was that?

- sn*per.
- Dooley.

I'll roll out the
side, try to flank him.

- I'll push him towards you.
- Just, just wait! Just wait.

Sgt. Arthur Dooley. Captain
Daniel Roman here. Over.

He sh**t again and we're
taking this place by force.

- I'm ready.
- Say the word.

Sergeant, do you copy? Over.

What do you want, Roman?

Looking to trade.

Got a*mo and supplies.

You and who else?

Just me and three friendlies.

Just, uh, just lookin' to
do some business. That's all.

What is it you're looking for?

How about an airplane?

Long time, no see, Sergeant.

- How are you?
- Good.

- Stop! What is this?
- Hey! Whoa! Whoa!

- Put that down!
- Drop it! Drop it!

- Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!
- Drop it!

- You g*dd*mn collaborators!
- Relax! He's one of the good guys.

He doesn't look like
one of the good guys.

I can assure you, Sergeant,
you would already be dead

if I were not one of the good guys.

So, you got a plane for us or...

are we just wasting our time here?

Anyone concerned that civilian aircraft

have been grounded since
the first nuke blew?

Not really. It concern you?

Depends on what you got to offer.

Everything but that.

So, what do you think?

It's all yours.

- Works for us.
- Then let's get you all

off my airfield, huh?

Look, you should hit the road

before the n*zi shows up.

Right.

OK.

Don't go.

Come to the cabin.

We'll be safe

and free.

Come with me.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're an idiot.

I wish I could say I've
never heard that before.

It is for the best.

I didn't let her go
'cause you wanted me to.

Hell, I would've kidnapped her

just to prove you wrong.

I did it for her.

She deserves better.

Better than me.

That, Mr. Fet, will
be very hard to find,

though I don't doubt
her resourcefulness.

Did I just hear a compliment in there?

I like to give one every
hundred years or so.

_

Fitting...

that I should find the
very embodiment of evil

in the den of such iniquity.

Invictus...

my son.

Much time has passed
since our last encounter.

I hope you have enjoyed the years...

they will be your last.

And so it ends... your life and mine.

You hesitated,

not ready to die?

Was it...

the woman and her child?

Perhaps...

your new family

should meet your father?

No.

No!

Zack?

Hey! How's it going?

The place is, uh...

somewhat still intact.

I'm kind of shocked.

So... how were the plums?

Oh, uh...

they were amazing. Thank you, again.

Did your... boyfriend like them?

Yeah. I saw you with him.

Where?

In your room.

You were spying on me?

I just wanted to talk.

About what?

It doesn't matter now.

Well, it matters to me.

- Bullshit.
- What is going on with you?

Talk to me.

- Zack!
- You kissed him!

Yeah, uh...

He's my boyfriend.

I was supposed to be your boyfriend!

Look, Zack, I'm sorry

but I don't... I don't really

think of you that way.

Why not?

I did everything I was supposed to.

I was nice to you. And I
gave you all this stuff!

That's not how to make someone like you.

Then tell me what to do.

I'll do it. I promise.

That's not really how it works.

And you're a friend. And you're sweet,

you... you are,

but... you're just a kid.

I'm not a kid!

I'm not cleaning that up.

You will if I tell you to.

You know what?

I can't do this anymore. I'm out.

- You're not leaving!
- Watch me.

- Abby, wait! Look!
- Let go of me!

- Please, I'm sorry!
- I said, let go, you little creep!

Call it off, Zack.

I said, call it off!

This isn't funny!

Zack! Help!

Zack! Come on!

No!

Louisa? Lydia?

Zack.

Go away.

You're upset...

about Abby.

I said I don't want to talk.

People are complicated, Zack.

They lie, cheat.

They take and take from you

until all you feel is empty and hollow.

Just like your father did to me.

I did exactly what I was supposed to do.

But it didn't matter.

Everything I was afraid of came true.

What were you afraid of?

- She wouldn't like me.
- No.

You were afraid of losing her.

And now you never will.

I should have helped her.

But you did.

You gave Abby a gift.

You released her from desire

and compulsion...

and all the pain and suffering

that comes with being human.

She's part of the Master's family now.

And she will never...

abandon or betray you again.

I love you.

Good to go?

Cargo's secure.

sh*t.

I don't like the sound of that. What?

Lot of activity on the
stormscope east of here.

What does that mean?

It means we might have
to detour around it,

- which'll cost us fuel we don't have.
- Well, we've got a more

pressing problem right now...

We need to go. Now.

Strap in.

Come on. Come on!

Eichhorst is sh**ting at us!

Ahh!

Scheisse!

We did it! Ha!

We did it! I don't
know how but we did it!

I got a pretty good idea.

She proved you wrong.

- Saved our asses.
- No.

You saved her, and us,

by leaving her behind.

Let's just get to New York.