(Setrakian): It has been 23 days.
23 days since the landing
of Regis Air flight 753 transfixed the world.
Our response to the threat was needlessly delayed
by indulgence in political debates,
media distractions,
punditry and grandstanding.
The quarantine in 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 centres 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 or never.
- Move in! Go, go! - Door down, moving in!
- Got one! - We got eyes. Engage!
(Gunshots)
- Ford, Coley, check 'em. - Copy that.
Clear!
Nope. Nothing here.
- What about her? - Poor lady.
Sorry, ma'am.
Clear here. Scaggs, report.
Just checking the basement now, Captain.
(Growling)
Got two down!
Right there. Move up, move up!
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.
Are we finally taking the fight to these things?
- Oh, yeah, buddy. - That's what we want to hear.
- New York strong! - New York strong, brother!
- Oh, shit, that ammonia smell. - Makes your eyes wanna tear up.
- Let's go dark. - Roger that.
Pair up. Watch your backs. Clear your lines of fire.
Incoming.
Roger that.
(Snarling)
- Targets set. - 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 going to find this guy; give him our autograph.
Let's go!
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(Distant dog barking)
(Squeaking)
(Distant dog barking)
Zack.
(Zack growling)
I'm sorry.
Zack, I'm sorry.
(Clicking)
(Growling)
(Clicking)
(Squelching)
(Siren wailing)
(Knocking)
- Open up! Open the door! - Let us in!
(Door smashing)
Hey, we got one!
Say something! So we know you're not one of them.
How about an alphabetical list of prepositions?
About, above, across,
after, uh, against...
- What are you doing in here? - This is 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 gonna get you hotel privileges,
security, food...
I'm waiting for somebody.
Who exactly are you waiting for, sir?
My son.
Let's get the hell out of here. Alright, guys!
Let's move on.
(Screaming)
(Bird cawing)
- (Crashing) - (Whimpering)
(Distant yelling)
(Engine starting)
(Growling)
♪♪
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- (Beep) - (Jazz playing)
(Beeping)
Time to make the donuts.
♪♪
- (Knocking) - Hold on!
Brought you more raw materials for the bioweapon.
You know where to put it. There's the new batch.
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.
(Whispering): 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 just say "munchers"?
It's something this guy I know calls them.
I believe that confidence 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%... ballpark.
- Last week it was 100%. - 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.
(Door shutting)
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(Helicopter chopping)
(Siren wailing)
75% 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.
Is that alright? Thank you.
Come on. It's worth a lot.
Yeah, yeah.
Here you go, man.
- Hey, Raul. - You find asthma medicine?
Yeah.
I can give you three.
And I'll have some tuna, 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.
"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 am aware you are 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 of the knowledge in this text.
(Siren wailing)
Yeah, well, I expected
the federal government to bend me over
but I thought my fellow 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?
Well, we took out two big nests near Chinatown.
These munchers are getting faster.
(Quietly): I need more help.
Is 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, you know? 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.
- (Police radio chatter) - (Short siren)
- 531 dispatch, go ahead. - Yep.
- Let him through. - (Short siren)
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(Distant siren wailing)
(Growling)
(Squealing)
(Growling)
(Snarling)
(Alarm beeping)
(Growling)
(Snarling)
(Clicking)
(Grunting)
(Squealing)
(Croaking)
(Grunting)
(Hissing)
(Engine sputtering)
Come on!
(Roaring)
(Muffled yelling)
(Tires squealing)
(Groaning)
(Growling)
(Snarling)
(Whining)
(Men shouting)
(Distant car alarm)
(Panting)
(Snarling)
Mama.
Mama. Mama, it's OK.
I just wanna give you this, look. I just wanna give you this, look.
I know you're hungry, OK?
Just relax, alright? Here.
- I just wanna give it to you. OK? - (Shrieking)
Mom! Mom, please! Mom!
Mom, relax, OK? Here.
(Slurping)
That's all I got.
(Growling)
I know you hear me.
I will get them back for what they did to us.
OK? I promise.
(Growling)
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 have thrown 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 than 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 deciphered.
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 am not your servant!
I am your best hope.
Fortunately for you,
your enemy and mine is the same.
- (Distant car alarm) - (Men shouting)
(Woman groaning)
- Can I help you get... - Back off, big fella.
- Back off! - I see you got it, huh?
You have a great day!
That's my kinda lady.
(Ping)
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, huh? - 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? Oh, what have I been up to?
Oh, 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, huh?
So they're sending these SEALS in to see if it's true
and 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?
Me steering these Navy SEALs towards strigoi hot spots...
you know, wherever they're massing. Professor,
these SEALs, they go in and they slay 'em 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 wanna 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.
Lemme tell you something, Born-o, alright? First off,
in our world, listening in on people's conversations?
Not polite. Second, these centurions you're talking about?
They're, 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.
10 bucks says we get to him before you
- or the magic book do. - Why would you bet against me
- if we're on the same side? - Because I don't like you.
Because you've 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 an anti-strigoic,
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 this book? You're splitting rent and utilities
with a muncher on steroids! What happens if you wake up
one morning with his stinger in 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.
(Indistinct voices)
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...
Is there any version of this where we might get more troops?
More troops? Not a chance in hell.
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.
(Clicking)
Not sure "sorry" covers it.
- Ford. - Yes, sir.
You're heading up Team Two. Get with your guys.
Roger that.
Fet, what do you got?
Strigoi returning to nest at dawn.
Hundreds of them are going underground
right below where we're standing right now.
- And where there's lots of strigoi... - That's where we have our best
shot at 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.
Here we go.
- See ya, Fet. - I got your back, buddy.
Alright, eyes everywhere. These things can move.
- Patience, patience, patience. - Got your rear.
(Growling)
Sentinel munchers.
They're like lookouts.
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.
We're moving.
- (Gunshots) - (Buzzing)
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! - Kroft! Be careful!
I'm warning you! He's fast.
Not faster than a bullet.
Actually, I think he is.
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- (Fire roaring) - (Indistinct voices)
Team Two, keep your distance. Let's see
- where this guy's going. - Copy that.
He's heading to the church.
Wait for me!
We're at the church.
Alright, boys. Stack it up.
Let's go, let's go.
On me. Ready?
Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go! - Cover, move, cover, move.
Watch your step, boys.
- (Whispering): Watch your backs. - Clear.
Got the rear?
- Moving. - Go!
No! Don't go down there yet.
Kroft? C'mon! Somebody answer me!
Cut the pie, guys.
Check the corners.
- (Whooshing) - What was that?
What the hell was that?
Team leader, over.
Kroft, come in.
(Buzzing)
Oh, shit.
It looks like a good time to fall back.
- (High-pitched ringing) - (Moaning)
(Moaning through radio)
Ford? Ford!
- (High-pitched ringing) - (Moaning)
Something's happening to the feeds. Ford? You read me?
(Moaning)
- 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 dunno.
- Playing with us. - (Screaming on radio)
- Scaggs? - Holy shit!
- He was just here. - Scaggs! We're coming for ya.
Everybody, eyes on.
Kroft! I'm coming!
If you see a flare, don't shoot!
- Anyone! - (Growling)
(Shrieking)
(Distant yelling)
(Man yelling)
Holy shit! What was that?
(Gunfire)
(Man screaming)
Vannelli?
Let's move!
Vannelli?
(Fet): Kroft!
- Fet? Get out of here! - (High-pitched ringing)
- (Moaning) - Vannelli?
(Groaning)
Coley? Coley, what is it?
(High-pitched ringing continues)
Where the hell are you?!
(Man yelling)
(Panting)
Damn it. Fet!
- I'm close! I'm in the tunnel! - No!
(High-pitched ringing)
Listen to me!
Something's in here! It's taking us out one by one!
Find the other team! Save my guys!
Get 'em out!
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Shrieking)
Come on. Up, up, up.
Come on.
- (Groaning) - Let's go, come on.
(Low humming sound)
(Heavy breathing)
(Shrieking)
- (Gunfire) - (Yelling)
(Grunting)
(Heavy breathing)
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.
(Distant man): Get out of my way!
(Switch flipping)
(Distant explosion)
(Dog barking)
(Indistinct shouting outside)
(Helicopter whirring)
♪♪
(Distant siren blaring)
- (Distant siren blaring) - (Distant honking)
(Dog barking)
Ah.
About, above...
across, after,
among, against...
- around... - (Ruckus outside)
(Dog barking)
Around,
- at... - (Door creaking open)
(Dog barking)
(Door creaking)
- (Door squeaking) - Zack?
(Creatures growling)
(Creatures clicking and growling)
- 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.
Then the thirst drives those emotions away.
(Creatures growling)
But I am still here.
(Creatures growling)
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.
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