- Previously on The Strain... - You find it
a bit of an insult
that you're being asked to be
a baby vessel? I want you to work for me,
be my special liaison between myself and the ward.
- So you want me to be the mouthpiece
for your bullshit? - Excuse me?
- It seems your operation has expanded.
- Yeah, I got a new partner now. You remember Creem?
- If you could find a way to put something poisonous
into their blood, you could take out thousands
of strigoi and they wouldn't know what hit them.
- Over 2,000 of our brethren
were poisoned. Tainted blood
from one of our trucks.
- These are all towns in Pennsylvania.
- What the hell are they up to? - These terrorists will be
hunted down and destroyed.
(indistinct chatter)
(beep)
(indistinct chatter) (soft piano music)
- Mmm, that's so good.
Thank you.
- Ma'am?
- Selah?
- No, thank you.
- You're not gonna eat?
- I'm not hungry.
- You know,
this is the only normal hour
of my day. If you could at least pretend to...
to have a good time... - There's nothing normal
about having armed guards watching you eat.
- You know what? What do you want me to do?
This is the safest room in the whole goddamn city for humans.
Do I ask anything in return? No.
All I want, all I need
is, I don't know, just a couple
of minutes where we just pretend that...
- Mr. Desai.
- Mr. Eichhorst.
You-you know... you know my wife, Selah?
- Frau Desai, of course.
- I'll give you two some privacy. - No, no, no.
Please, stay.
Don't mind me. Eat.
I insist.
I stopped by your office
and was surprised you weren't there.
I trust this means everything is in order.
- Yes, actually. It is.
Ahem! The delivery room is fully equipped.
Staff all been briefed.
We've taken every possible measure
to ensure the safety and well-being of the mother.
- Excellent.
And afterwards?
Ahem! Well, it's...
as... as we discussed.
- I'm not talking about the baby, Mr. Desai,
I am talking about the mothers.
Everything is going
to change the moment this first child is born.
Surely, you have a plan
for dealing with their reactions.
- Honestly, sir, I don't see how it's gonna be so different.
- Perhaps you should have your wife explain it
to you.
Or perhaps I take something important from you
to help you better understand.
- That won't be necessary, sir. - Good. Because I confess
I'm more than a little disappointed in your progress.
- We're delivering our first baby nine months
almost to the day.
I don't know how we could have done it any faster or better.
- No? Well...
...what if you harvested
the babies earlier?
Say, seven or eight months instead of nine?
Perhaps even as early as six
provided it's an acceptable size.
- I think I'm going to leave-- - SIT!
Then, if you shorten the recovery time
for the mothers, each of them would produce
nearly two babies per year instead of one.
That would almost double your output, would it not?
- It's highly optimistic
and well outside the margins for safety.
- Yes.
- But, yes,
it's possible.
- Shall I do more of your thinking for you?
- No, sir. - Good.
(indistinct conversations) Look around, Mr. Desai.
Every single person in this room serves a purpose.
That's why they are allowed to dine here. If you can't
fulfill your purpose,
I will find someone who can.
- I understand.
(theme music)
(siren blaring)
♪♪♪
(indistinct chatter on TV)
- Him? Are you serious?
- Check his belt. It's Willy Wonka's golden ticket.
It opens every door in this facility.
- That's great, but how are you gonna get it?
We can't even go to the bathroom
after what happened last time without a chaperone.
- I'm working on it.
- (woman on PA system): Miranda, report upstairs immediately.
- So, I'm gonna need your help with something, Miranda.
- I told you, I'm not interested.
- This isn't a request.
Um, Sophie's going in for a C-section tomorrow.
And it's gonna be a very emotional time for her.
- Yeah, especially when you take her baby away.
I'm not an idiot.
What are you gonna do with it?
- Baby's gonna be well taken care of.
- But not here. And not by her.
- No. Babies born in this facility are raised
by non-B-Positive people because that's their job.
Sophie's job, and the rest of the women here,
is that more B-Positive babies...
to increase the percentage of the population.
- She's gonna freak out.
- That's where you come in.
See...
Sophie trusts you,
so you're gonna be right there by her side
every step of the way, you're gonna reassure her everything's fine,
you're gonna tell her that her baby's in the best of hands.
- I'm not gonna do that.
I'm not gonna lie for you. - Miranda, look,
I know that this place, it's not really your idea of paradise,
but, you gotta believe me,
there are places out there that...
would be a living hell for a girl like you.
♪♪♪ So,
turn me down again,
and that's exactly where you're going.
- What am I gonna do?
If I say yes, then I am just as bad as he is.
But if I say no, he's gonna send me away.
- You have to do it.
- I can't be part of this. - It doesn't matter
whether you're part of it or not; he's gonna do it anyway.
If you turn him down, he'll just find somebody else to take
your place. And you'll get shipped out to God knows where
and nobody will ever hear from you again. And for what?
- I get to keep my soul.
- Look, you only have to do it long enough
to get your hands on a key card, right?
Just do what he says.
- Hey, how's it going? - It's quiet.
No strigs all morning. - See ya.
(distant, indistinct chatter)
- Hey there. - Nadia.
- Thank you.
- So, I'm gonna grab a couple a guys,
I'm gonna grab another truck tonight.
Eph? - They'll be guarding
those supply lines closer than ever now.
Besides, they're onto something new here, something big.
It's here. I just have to figure out what it is.
- How long is that gonna take? - I don't know.
(sigh)
- Eph, we got 'em on the ropes, man.
(frustrated sigh)
They're turning everyone they can
just to try and find us. We can't just
sit back twiddling our thumbs while you play Sherlock Holmes.
- Jason.
Give the guy a break, will you?
Have some breakfast. - I'm not hungry.
- Irrelevant.
- Thank you. It's hard
to concentrate with "Che Guevara" up my ass.
(Alex chuckles) - Find anything?
- There's a shipment today
a few miles from here. I want to see it for myself.
- I'll go with you after you eat.
- What if I'm not hungry either?
- One omelet, coming up.
God knows when we'll run across real eggs again.
(engine roaring)
(indistinct chatter outside)
- Oh, shit!
♪♪♪
(fire alarm ringing)
- We gotta move! GO! GO! GO! - Come on, let's go!
- People, move it! - Wait, don't go! - Move your butts!
(indistinct shouting)
(creatures growling)
- Get 'em! Come on!
They want to turn us!
Don't let them sting you!
- Ugh!
(shrieking) - (Jason): Nadia!
Get him out of her! No!
No!
Oh, my gosh!
(growling) - Eph?
- No!
- JASON! NO!
(Jason panting)
(soft music)
- Ah.
Do it.
(touching music)
It's OK, sis.
(sobbing)
(Jason sighing)
You make 'em pay.
(growling)
- We have to go!
♪♪♪
(Eph sighing) ♪♪♪
We can watch from here.
(ruckus) - Argh!
(Alex sobbing)
- You ever fire one of these? - My dad had a .38.
We used to shoot bottles on the riverbank.
- There's a big difference between shooting at a bottle
and shooting at a person.
First of all, the bottle doesn't shoot back.
Never point at anything
you're not ready to kill.
- What else do I need to know? Like, are there rules?
- Rules?
Look, these guys are gonna give you shit.
Keep your head down,
stay ready,
and remember
this is just a tool.
This is your real weapon.
And when it's time to pull the trigger, you don't hesitate
or you're dead. You understand?
What are you doing? Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?
- I'm hungry. - You already got your cut.
If it's on the table, it's merchandise. What's wrong with you?
- Need some help! - Coming through.
- Rafi! Rafi! You all right? - What the hell happened?
(groaning in pain)
- What happened? - I was making my deliveries...
I got jumped. - By who?
BY WHO? - Two guys came out of nowhere.
Said it was their spot now. Took all my shit.
- Let me get a towel. LET ME GET A TOWEL!
(Rafi coughing)
You're gonna be all right. Just relax, OK? All right?
- Gus...
- There's no way
two guys pulled a move like that without backup.
- So you're sayin' there are more? - Hundred percent.
It's not gonna be enough just to take out
two of 'em. I'm gonna find their nest, and we're gonna burn
that damn thing to the ground. - I like the sound of that.
- I'll be back.
(door opening)
(indistinct chatter)
- Any idea what they look like?
- Well, I talked to some customers.
They say the new guy has a black and grey beard.
- Like that guy over there?
- Yeah. Just like that. - What do we do now?
- Go back to Creem. Tell him to hold on. I'm on it.
I'm gonna follow this rat back to his nest.
(indistinct chatter) ♪♪♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪♪♪
- Hey. - Hey, uh.
- Hey, guys. - See you.
♪♪♪
- Any good stuff? - Yeah.
(indistinct conversation)
- Let me show you real quick.
- Get a new piece? - It was fun.
- Yeah, we got guns.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
- This is good. - Uh-huh.
- Put it away over there. - All right.
- When's the next driver coming?
♪♪♪
- Next time we get some stuff from those locos.
- Better get some quick.
(dramatic musical cue)
- Yeah, punks.
It was too easy.
(beep)
- What am I supposed to do, exactly?
- Keep her company until it's time for her spinal,
answer her questions, allay her fears.
- How do I answer her questions? - Every mother going
into a C-section wants to know the same thing,
"Am I going to lose the baby? What if it gets cut?
Will it hurt?" The answer is always the same.
- Which is?
- "There's nothing to worry about.
Everything's going to be fine." And, Miranda,
she won't believe it if you don't.
(regular but fast beeping)
- Where's Dr. Weiss?
- She's getting ready for surgery. Stuck with me for now.
(sighing) - Great.
- Come on, I'm not totally useless.
What's going on?
- That's just it. I don't know.
I have been asking for the doctor and, what,
she doesn't have, like, five minutes to talk to me?
I am having a baby, for Christ's sake!
It's like they don't even care anymore.
- I'm sure they care, Soph.
- I'm just nervous.
I know it's a horrible thing
what they are doing to us,
but I can't help it.
This baby
is the only family I have left in the world
and I just want to make sure that everything is OK.
- I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
Everything's gonna be fine. (door opening and closing)
- We're gonna begin your epidural in just a few minutes.
Miranda, you're gonna have to scrub in.
- How... how long will the operation take?
- Why? You have somewhere better to be?
- All the bedside manner of a tarantula!
- She reminds me of my grandma... Ruth.
She was a cold-blooded bitch, too.
(amused sigh)
- It's a pretty name, though. Ruth.
- Don't know. It's a bit "Old Testament" for me.
- What about Olive?
Do you like that name?
- For a cartoon character, sure.
- It was my mother's name.
- Sorry. ♪♪♪
- Now it'll be her name, too.
- Another blank, Bob? You're no fun.
(beep)
- But I need you to stay focused, all right?
I can't repeat myself. It's all gonna be working...
Miranda!
What the hell are you doing out here?
- Nurse Ratched gave me a few minutes.
- How is Sophie? - Peachy.
Look, she's scared and emotional, and everything sucks,
but she's going to be fine. - I understand
that this is very difficult on you.
But you gotta believe me, this is for the greater good.
You'll see when it's all over.
I'll show you my gratitude, OK? Take five minutes.
- (woman on TV): Oh, I read that one.
(laughter and indistinct chatter from TV)
- Hey.
- (woman on TV): I never said four weeks.
- You did too. - I said, "Yahoo!"
- (man on TV): Same thing.
- Why don't you get your boyfriend to put
something new on the TV. (indistinct TV chatter)
- "Boyfriend"?
(laughing): Marta...
You're kidding, right?
- You know, I'm usually a pretty good judge
of character...
but I was wrong about you.
I thought you were one of the smart ones,
that you got it.
No. Here you are chatting him up,
getting called to the office for closed-door meetings.
- It's not like that.
- I hope it's worth the rug burns.
- Go to hell.
You know what? Believe what you want. I'm trying to help.
- Cut the bullshit, Miranda.
Only person you're helping here is yourself.
(laughter and indistinct chatter on TV)
- They're emptying the entire building.
I've never seen them do that before.
Usually, it's squatters or people living off the grid.
- Thank you, Baby Jesus.
- Food? - Even better. Alcohol.
(indistinct PA system announcements outside)
- No, thanks. - Come on, have a drink with me.
- I can't. - Eph, after the day I had,
I think you owe it to me. - I really can't.
- Oh.
Got it.
How long?
- Nine months, four days.
Ever since, uh, Illumination Day.
- Sorry. If I would have known, I wouldn't have--
- It's all right. It really is.
I'd love to, I...
but, uh, I don't deserve it.
- Well, I do, if you don't mind.
- Knock yourself out.
But I can say from experience, it's not gonna help.
- Great, you're an expert on this too.
- Enough to know what you're going through
right now.
- I doubt it.
- You're feeling guilty.
Feeling angry. Mostly at yourself.
Because you spent all that time fighting
and you thought maybe you could make a difference,
and now you're back at square one.
And you've lost your brother
and your team,
and now you're wondering...
what was the point
of any of it?
I told you, I've been there.
You and Jason
relit a fire in me that I thought had gone out.
- What is it?
- There's a lot I haven't told you about what happened
in New York.
The explosion,
the counter strikes,
the nuclear winter...
all of it happened because of me.
♪♪♪ - What do you mean?
- My son,
he set off the nuke.
- I don't understand. How is that possible?
- He and his mother had been taken by the Master.
She had been turned, so I "released" her.
Zack saw the whole thing.
He didn't push the button 'cause he wanted people to die.
He did it 'cause he was angry with me.
- What happened to him?
- I went looking for him in the aftermath,
but he'd disappeared.
- Do you think he's still alive?
- I don't know.
Some days I hope so.
But if I'm being honest,
there are other days where I think it would be better...
(sigh)
I can get you to the SEPTA tunnel.
If you want to part ways after that, I understand.
♪♪♪
- Jason wanted us to make 'em pay.
That's what we're gonna do.
So...
where to? - There's something
going on here. That wasn't a raid.
We're used to blacked-out buses,
strigoi enforcers, people screaming,
trying to escape, but this was the exact opposite.
This was the very definition of a "calm, orderly fashion."
- What is that?
- "Join The Partnership in this exciting new venture
"building sustainable farms for a better, brighter tomorrow.
Get out of the city, get back to the land."
Recognize the name?
- "New Horizons."
It's on the wall in the transportation office.
- And the train schedule too.
The units,
they've been shipping people out of the city.
- Why?
- Well, think about what they've been doing the last nine months.
They've built up all this infrastructure
for The Partnership, but they haven't been maintaining it.
They stopped repurposing materials and repairing vehicles.
- Now they're rounding up the workforce,
shipping them out. The question is where?
- I don't know,
but I can tell you one thing:
I bet it doesn't look exactly like this.
- Yeah.
- I followed 'em back to an old NYPD armory.
They've got two men guarding the front door,
it's reinforced steel, and at least four more inside,
maybe more. - Armed?
- Definitely. With all the stuff they got in there,
this will be the score of the century.
- So let's go take it. What's the problem?
- The problem is they're ex-cops.
I recognize 'em from the neighborhood.
One of 'em is a beat cop named Flores;
the other's a bitch-ass lieutenant named Ricci.
- How many total? - Six.
- Easy.
We take out the guards, go in through the front,
hit 'em with everything we got. I mean,
they can't kill us all, right? - You wanna bet? -That's right.
- Look, they're ex-cops.
That means they're highly trained and armed to the teeth.
We gotta be smart about this.
- So what's your plan? - All right.
We go in through this tunnel. There's a section of ductwork
that leads up and through the back wall. - Hell with that. We're not
crawling in on our bellies like a bunch a goddamn cockroaches.
When they came into our place,
they disrespected us. - That's right.
- We're going through the front, like men.
- That's right. - Wanna bum-rush the front door?
That's fine by me.
But what are you gonna do about the trip wire?
- What trip wire? - Exactly.
We don't have any idea what's waiting for us
behind that front door. And I don't wanna be the first one
down that hallway. Do you? - Not me. - Good point.
- Anybody else wanna volunteer?
- Mm-mm.
- All right. We'll go in through the tunnel then. Shit!
- Now, this is not gonna be a cakewalk,
but if we get it right,
we're gonna be set for a long time.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- And we get the sons of bitches that killed Rafi.
- All right, listen. This is gonna be the easiest way into the tunnel.
♪♪♪
- Is it this?
♪♪♪
(distant, indistinct chatter)
- Pair of nines.
(woman laughing)
- Come on, cough 'em up.
♪♪♪ (indistinct conversation)
Haha! - You don't even smoke.
- I do now. (ex-cops laughing)
- (ex-cop): All right, guys, I'm out.
(indistinct chatter)
- Light 'em up.
- We got company!
Taking fire! Vito's down!
♪♪♪ - Damn it!
- Go! Go! - Get your gear!
♪♪♪
- Ugh!
- Shit! - OH!
- Ugh!
(gun clicking)
- Ugh! Argh!
(gunshots)
♪♪♪
- Hey.
You did what you had to do.
- My man Gus, the man with the plan.
('50s song Walkin' After Midnight by Patsy Cline)
- Do you feel any pain?
- (female nurse): Here you go. - Just a little pressure.
- (Weiss): Pressure is normal. (heartbeat sound)
- What's happening? - (Weiss): I'm getting ready to make the second incision.
- Just keep breathing.
- Making the second incision now.
(squishing and suction sounds)
There we go. - Hey, it's all right.
- I'm scared.
- There's nothing to be scared of.
- Just try to relax.
- I can't!
- (female nurse): BP is normal. - (Weiss): Pick up some Mayo scissors.
- Tell me about your kitchen. - (Weiss): Mayo scissors.
- What?
- When you were growing up.
Everyone spends a lot of time in their kitchen.
What was yours like?
- Um...
- (Weiss): Two culture clamps, please.
- It was... it was sunny.
My mom painted it yellow
herself, like,
three different times trying to get the right shade.
- (Weiss): How is she doing up there? Vitals stable? - Close your eyes.
- (male nurse): Yes, Doctor. - (Miranda): Now breathe deeply.
Tell me what else you remember.
- (Weiss): Bladder blade and Richardson retractor.
- I remember the smell.
- What did it smell like?
- Vegetable soup.
That was... that was her favorite.
- Suction. (suction sounds)
- And she was always playing music.
- What kind of music?
- Bob Dylan.
Simon and Garfunkel.
- We're ready, Sophie. You're going to feel a slight pull.
(suction sounds)
(sigh) Got it.
- It's OK. - (Weiss): Here she comes!
Here she is! - (female nurse): There you go.
- (Weiss): Clamp. - (female nurse): Yeah.
- (Weiss): It's good. - You did it. Hey, you did it!
- (Weiss): There we go. (Sophie breathing hard)
- (Sophie): Why isn't she crying?
- (Weiss): Respirator.
- Miranda, why... why isn't she crying?
What's going on?
- Relax. - One moment.
(baby crying)
- There we go. (Sophie laughing)
- (Weiss): Prep for closure. - What does she look like?
- She's beautiful.
- I want to see. Dr. Weiss?
- (Weiss): There you go. - (female nurse): I've got her.
- (Sophie): What's going on? Where's Olive? - Irrigation.
- Why can't I see her? - (Weiss): Clamp.
Needle driver. - You're not even gonna show it to her?!
- Suction. - Dr. Weiss!
- You have to leave now. We're closing her up.
- I want to see my baby! - Show her the goddamn baby!
- Outside now! Get Miranda out of here! - (Sophie): I wanna see
my baby! - (Desai): Goddamn it, Miranda!
- (Weiss): Miranda!
- What the hell?! - (Weiss): Miranda!
- Jesus. OK. Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.
(grunting)
- Hey, tell her to back off! - Do it!
- OK, OK.
- Ugh! Key card! NOW!
(beep)
(grunts)
- Easy, easy.
Easy, easy, easy! - Which way?!
- I can help you, listen to me!
(buzzing alarm ringing) (grunting)
Bitch!
Did you honestly think I was gonna let you--?
Ugh! Ah! Oh! Oh!
- Open this door now!
- Ugh!
- Wanker! - Miranda, you're not gonna
get away with this! (alarm ringing)
♪♪♪ (panting)
- (man): She went down there!
(alarm ringing louder)
(indistinct shouting)
- Please help us! (indistinct screaming)
- (woman): Let me go!
(indistinct shouting) Let me go!
(baby crying)
(creatures snarling)
(theme music)
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