Zeke, I will never give up on you for as long as we both shall live. Officiant: I now pronounce you husband and wife. (Cheers and applause) -Police! -Don't move! Michaela: We found over $1 million worth of meth in your place, Jace. I'm just thinking about the best way to hurt you the most. The Major -- she had me fired, and I need to know why she's after me now. The Major found a breakthrough with your research. I think it's time for me to make you disappear. I am not hiding from her. I am coming after her. (tense music) Cal: Auntie Mick! Help! Jace: You have two choices -- you get us back our stash or you bury your nephew! Don't you dare touch him! I warned you. Now you're gonna pay. (tense music builds) - Where is my son? - I don't know, but we will get him back, Grace. But why take Cal? What does he have to do with anything? I think they're getting back at me. - What does that even mean? - I arrested these dealers. They want their meth back. But it's more than that. The main guy -- he was taunting me. It's like he knew that I had this Calling to let him go. - Why didn't you?! - I don't know, okay? I screwed up. - But I will fix this. - How? I'm gonna give them what they want. I'll get the meth back from the evidence locker room by 8:00 a.m. - They will call -- - 8:00?! How are you gonna do that? - What did the precinct say? - I haven't -- (Sighs) I haven't called them. - Are you kidding me? - There isn't enough time, and if I bring in any more cops, they said they will kill Cal. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Grace, I swear to you, I will fix this. Do not -- Do not swear anything to me, cos you don't know. (tense music) The Calling -- the plane exploding -- it was about Cal. None of that matters. Michaela, get me my son back. (Breathing heavily) You should be with your family. - I'm okay. - You're not okay. (Groans softly) Your death date is tomorrow, and all of this stuff is just -- Hey. They're gonna find him. (gentle music) I got to go to the precinct. Be here when I get back, okay? I promise. (eerie music) (Engines roaring) www.able.co.nz Able 2020 (Foghorn blows, seagulls crying) Vance: She goes to a midtown office building every morning for a few hours. Then she takes a ferry downtown, spends the afternoon in a windowless building at Church and Thomas. This is all within the last two weeks. It's only a matter of time before we identify one of her scientists and find out what she's learned. Time is something we don't have. We have to do something now. You said you wanted to see her for yourself, right? Well, there she is. But moving on the Major is no simple op. We go too fast, it's more than just your friend who's gonna end up dead. Okay. So, now what? My guys and I are gonna stay on her. You need to sit tight and hope for a miracle. I prefer science over miracles. I don't think that's an option we have right now. Come on. That's a lot of meth. You sure you need the whole thing? Yeah. I sent in a tainted sample to the lab. Now they got to retest the whole batch, and, you know, Captain's pissed. I need your signature. (Keyboard clacking) (Computer beeps) What are you trying to pull? System says Jared Vasquez, lead detective. You're on leave. Does it look like I'm on leave? (Dial tone, click) Detective Vasquez, please. (Indistinct talking, police radio chatter) (fretful music) You know anything about a methamphetamine lab test? Stone's not authorized. Says here she left to get married. What, and this is her honeymoon? I need an authorized signature before I can release any evidence. (calculating music) Thank you. (Cage rattles) Sorry. It was not supposed to go that way. Yeah, I didn't think it was. What are we up to? No, don't worry about it. Just go back to your desk. Don't get involved. Mick, I just signed out an industrial-size box of methamphetamine. I'd say I'm involved. Hey. Hey. - What are you up to? - (Sighs) - Cal's been kidnapped. - What? I'm trading the meth to get him back. - You don't know that, okay? - Hey, wait. Jared, you know as well as I do that the only way to get him home safe is to pay the ransom. This is it. Let's get him home. (tense music) Ellen. Or is it Katherine? Major General Katherine Fitz? Saanvi. To what do I owe this surprise? You have something I want. * (Cellphone ringing) Kory: Do you have our product? Yeah. Let me talk to Cal. I'm assuming you weren't stupid enough to tell any of your friends at the department. No. Let me talk to Cal. I need to make sure he's okay. Remember when I promised you hellfire and fury? Jace, please don't -- Please don't hurt him. If I don't get back what's mine, I'm not gonna hurt him. I'm gonna kill him. And what exactly is it you want? You've had a breakthrough. It's why you pulled my medical licence, had me shut down. Sounds like you've gotten some help from beyond the grave. So Vance lived. Surprise, surprise. He has eyes on us right now. Still not much of a liar. No, he doesn't. You're freelancing. People are gonna die. I need to find a cure. You stole my work? Your country thanks you for your contribution to its defence. What if I have more to offer? If you tell me how to get rid of the genetic mutation, I can give you a complete medical profile on a man with an identical mutation who wasn't on Flight 828. You mean Zeke Landon? You don't think I have you and the Stone family monitored? It was a beautiful wedding, by the way. You're right. Zeke Landon was crucial. Without his exonic sequences, I never would have found what I was looking for. Unfortunately for you, that means that you have... nothing to offer. I have more than enough proof to go public. Careful, Saanvi. Those are the kinds of threats that get people killed. You really think you're ready to play at that level? (Foghorn blows) Ohh. This is my stop. It was nice to see you. (calculating music) I need you to get me a lab. So, we're supposed to leave a duffel bag of meth under a bench and, what -- - hope for the best? - They'll show us Cal's okay, and once they confirm what they've got, they'll release him. And what if they don't? What if they just take the drugs and run? They don't want Cal. Are you actually on board with this? Okay, look, no cop's ever supposed to say this to a family of a hostage. As dangerous as this is, involving the NYPD can make matters worse. They're trying to make an arrest. Things can go sideways. - Well, we don't want to risk that. - No, we don't. - Exactly. Look, all that matters here is that we get Cal back safely. So, with that being said, Mick's plan is the way to go. It's what I would do if it was my son. Jared will be there out of sight if anything does go wrong. (Door opens, closes) Hey. It's just me. I came in the back in case anyone's watching. I thought maybe you guys could use this comms gear I borrowed from ESU. - Y-You told her? - She's your partner. So much for no cops. Hey. Today we're family. Okay. What happens next? They want to make the exchange outside the Intrepid. (Horns honking) I'll take the meth to the plaza near the main entrance. Ben will be at the overpass, waiting for them to show up. Once they do, I'll put the bag under the bench. Jared: They'll recognize Drea and me, so we'll stay out of sight -- make sure everything goes off okay. - Where the hell are they? - Ben, they'll be here. I got eyes on you both. (fretful music) Okay. Here we go. Two guys, far side of the bridge, with Cal. I see him. (tense music) He's okay. Yeah. I got eyes on her. I've made contact. Good, Mick. Nice and easy, alright? Go on. Head out. Louanne: Excuse me! Young lady! Excuse me! You left your bag! Uh... Thank you. Look, I'm a cop, okay? I need you to just walk away. Really? I can get one of those for 10 bucks down on Canal. Excuse me! Officer! Ben: Mick, what's going on? Good Samaritan. Drea: Damn it, lady. Louanne: This lady's saying she's a cop. She left a bag under the bench. Officer: Alright, thanks. I did that on purpose. I can explain, okay? Lady, cop or not, you can't just leave your bag unattended. I am a detective at the 129th. Ben: This is taking too long. I got to get Cal! Jared: Ben, Mick's taking care of it. Hang in tight. You're about to blow an undercover operation right now. I'll see what my sergeant says. We're being played. Cal! We got to head down there. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - Hey! - Cal! What the hell?! - Cal! - Hey! Watch it! Cal!! Cal! * Somebody want to explain to me how a duffel bag of meth that's supposed to be in the evidence locker was a part of a failed hostage exchange?! - Captain -- - I've got Midtown North making noise that we didn't give them a heads-up on an undercover op, and the chief wants to know what's up with our evidentiary chain of custody! - They took my nephew. - And you should have come to me. Haven't I convinced you of that, after all we've been through? Cap, she couldn't. There was a ticking clock on the exchange. And we have procedures, damn it! And as long as you work in this precinct, you will follow them! If you think that I give a damn about anything other than saving my nephew -- - You're quitting the force? - Yeah, if I have to. I'm bringing Cal back. Stone. Resignation not accepted. From here on out... we do things my way. I told you it was stupid to do it in public like that! This is on you! You're the one who wanted to take a hostage. Now we're stuck with him. And how the hell else are we supposed to get back our supply, huh?! This isn't about the supply, and you know it. You just wanted revenge. We should just ditch the kid and head for Canada. The kid's the only leverage we have! (Indistinct arguing) Hey. You must be cold, huh? It's -- It's okay. I'm... I-I'm not gonna hurt you. I know you're not, but... he wants to kill me. (Chuckles nervously) Uh, no. He -- My -- My brother's just...angry. I'm not scared, but... my sister must be. You -- You have a sister? Two, actually. Eden's just a baby, and Olive's my twin. She worries about me. I just wish I could send her a message, just to say everything's alright. (contemplative music) (Police radio chatter) He was wearing jeans and a red bubble coat -- bright red. This is a disaster. Ben, I'm -- (Sighs) I'm sorry. What more do you want from me? I'm already dying inside. We're supposed to follow the Callings. That's -- That's all you had to do. Then these bastards would have died in that meth-lab explosion, like they were supposed to, - and Cal would be home safe. - Yeah, maybe he would, - but now we have to -- - No, not maybe. I told you all other paths lead to disaster. You -- You didn't listen. Listen to what, Ben -- let him go? I am sick to my stomach, but it didn't make sense. You didn't want it to make sense! How could I, Ben?! That is a voice in my head, telling me to let Zeke die or to let three scumbag drug dealers go. That's not a voice I want to listen to. We don't have a choice! If we have zero control over what we do, then what was the point of us coming back in the first place? This. This. This. This, this. This, this, this is the point! All of this was dumped in my lap and yours. We were chosen. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I do know the only way for any of us to survive is to do what the Callings want, and I am scared to death because you didn't... - that it's too late. - But we almost got him. But we didn't! (sombre music) (Door slams) - What is this place? - Somewhere that doesn't exist. I also got into your lab at the hospital and gathered up what research I could. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't have connections. - Thank you. That's -- - What were you thinking, going to see the Major on your own? I told you to hang back. You went and announced we were watching? I'm sorry. I don't have time to play the long game. She knows you're alive, by the way. Well, that's terrific. Saanvi, now is not the time to go rogue! Look, Zeke is gonna die if I don't find a cure. What did she say that made you think you need a lab? That Zeke's exons were where she made the discovery. I need to run an analysis to see if I can find a stable solution. I just need to load Zeke's sequence data into the simulator. (Beeping) What? It's gonna take longer than I thought. Well, look at the bright side. You may have a cure in a week. That's six days too late to save Zeke. (tense music) (eerie music) Zeke. Zeke. I saw him -- Cal. - Where is he? - Somewhere in the wilderness... where I die. Zeke, you are not dying, okay? No one is dying today. Here you go. Thanks. (Cellphone chimes, vibrates) (Gasps) - What is it? - I think it's from Cal. Who's Doug? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I think I know where Cal is. (tense music builds) * Grace: "It's OK. I'm not scared. Tell Mom and Doug I love them." Mom and Doug? Doug, as in the Dugout, that sketchy diner with the happy-face pancakes. In the Catskills, from years ago? - By the ski mountain. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cal and I were obsessed over that place, so we named it "Doug." - (Keyboard clacking) - We used to joke about who loves Doug the most. The Dugout, outside Liberty. Zeke: That photo -- zoom in. (Shivering) Those power lines -- I saw them in my Calling. Same configuration, same kind of tower. That's got to be where he is. We got to get up there. No. We got to tell the cops. Ben, if we involve the state police, they're gonna bring in a TAC team, helicopter -- - Again with this? - Mick, we tried it your way. - It didn't work. - It still can. I saw Cal. He's there. You don't have to trust me, but trust the Callings. Hey. So, the text was sent from an app. Tech can't trace it. What? Guys, I'm on your team. (Sighs) Alright. We need you to run interference. (Police radio chatter) They need you in the kitchen. (Keyboard clacking) - Thanks. - Thanks. Hey. The only way we're gonna save Cal is if we do this together. That's how we got this far, and that's how we're gonna bring him home. - Hey. What's going on? - I'm coming, too. No, Zeke. If your body temperature drops too low, you will die. I told him. He won't listen. Saanvi's still working on a cure. She needs you here, close by. No. I got the Calling. I'm supposed to help. If today's the day I die, I'm not going to my grave knowing Cal was in trouble but I just stayed home, trying to save myself. (Zipper closes) Come on. Jared. When I'm gone... I'm glad you'll be here... for her. Stay warm, okay? (sombre music) Reporter: And we continue to track the ongoing manhunt for three escaped suspects in a narcotics-trafficking ring now believed to have abducted a boy from his family's residence in Hollis Hills, Queens. The search for Cal Stone, one of Montego Air 828's returned passengers, has expanded statewide, and an Amber Alert has been issued. (Click) Pete: We're screwed! A-A-An Amber Alert? That means every single person with a phone is gonna be looking for us. Kory: People swipe those away to get back to their porn and their Snapchat. But statewide means we'll never be able to cross the border. - Real good plan! - Shut up. Where the hell did this kid get a blanket? I-I-I thought he might be cold. You don't get to think. Hey! (tense music) Don't make me use this. Now is not the time to go soft. (Door closes) (tense music continues) No one in the diner has seen Cal. Grace: They probably just drove by. Do you see the power lines up ahead? Yeah. They jut up into the woods, and they splinter off in two different directions. Kidnappers are gonna be looking for a secluded place to hide out. They're gonna want to stay away from the ski areas and probably stick to something with less traffic. Olive: All the skiing is to the left. I-It has to be on the right. Okay. (Door closes) Bowers: Afternoon, everybody. - Any updates? - Nothing yet, Captain. (Police radio chatter) Oh, hey, Captain. Can I get you something? No, you can't get me something. Where are Stone and Vasquez? Vasquez is in here. I can get him for you. (Cellphone beeps) What's happening in here? Where are the others? Vasquez? Mikami? One of you is gonna open your mouth this second, or someone is getting suspended. They're heading upstate. It's where we think Cal is being held. (Scoffs) (Cellphone beeps) I'm calling state patrol. (Dialling) Hopefully, they can create a perimeter before it's too late. W-- Uh, t-too late to what, e-exactly? Intercept the kidnappers, overwhelm them, negotiate with them. We have established procedures, tactics. Can you just hold on -- just stop for one second? These tactics sound like the kind of thing that could endanger a hostage. We're professionals, ma'am. You need to let us do our job. Captain, with all due respect, this is my son. If you do anything to jeopardize him coming home to me safely, I swear to God, you'll wish you didn't wake up this morning. Don't look at me. Michaela thinks she can save him. I trust her. (pensive music) You're lucky I'm a mother. I can keep them offline for now. You two start up there and get local PD on standby. Ben: (Sighs) (Cellphone beeps, parking brake engages) Didn't Olive say there were cabins off this road? I don't have any signal. Did we miss a turn-off somewhere? - Keep driving. - It's a dead end. (gentle music) - Do you know where we're going? - Farther. Mick, look -- trailhead. Looks like we're on foot from here. (Seat belt clicks) I'm coming. No, Zeke. It's below freezing out there. You won't make it. (poignant music) Can you give us a sec? (Vehicle door opens, ignition chiming) (Vehicle door closes) It's warm in here, okay? (Voice breaking) Can you hold on till I get back? - In case I don't -- - You're not gonna die. Michaela...it's okay. This isn't how it's supposed to happen. This is wrong. I got everything I ever wanted in life. And more than I deserved. (Sobbing) (sombre music) I got to get Cal. I know. When you do, tell him I loved him. (Vehicle door closes) (sombre music continues) (Horns honk) (tense music) Again? Really? No. We're not done. Little girl, it's time you open your eyes to how things work in the real world. My job is to protect this country. You are... an insect on the bottom of my shoe. I already said I had zero interest in helping you save your -- (Coughs) ...your friend. Why would my response be any different now that -- (Coughing) Are you having trouble breathing? It's early stage anaphylaxis. (Coughing) Not so early. (Coughing continues) You have 90 seconds to tell me how to save Zeke, - or it will be too late to save yourself. - (Gasps deeply) Now Zeke isn't the only one who has an expiration date. You have one. Fine. Give me the shot. Tell me how to save Zeke. (Gasps) You're not a killer, Saanvi. (Voice breaking) I need the cure. This is not who you are! (Both grunting) (Gasps) (Raspily) Or maybe it is. Tell me how to save Zeke. How do I save the passengers? There is no cure. (Gasps) What's the point of a powerful mutation if you can't replicate and weaponize it? You were gonna infect people? Help me. (Gasping) It's too -- It's too late. (Voice breaking) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This isn't what I wanted. (tense music builds) * (Bird trilling) (Engine idling) (Cellphone beeps) (gentle music) Zeke! (tense music) (Breathing heavily) (Sniffs) - (Thud!) - (Grunts) I mean, how far have we gone? I can't even see if we're still on course with the power lines. I think we are. (tense music) (blinds rattle) (Whispering) Lights out. Son of a... - Pete: What the hell? - Someone's coming. - Out the back -- now. - What about the kid? What about the kid? Slit his throat. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Nobody's slitting anything. You don't call the shots! I didn't sign up for murder one! We take him or we leave him! We take him and he slows us down! We leave him and he tells the cops what we're driving! (Grunting) (tense music builds) Kory: Have you lost your mind?! He's just a kid! - Jace: So what? - (Whispering) Go. We're all in this together, so either you're in or you're out. - Which is it? - I'm out! You're out of control. I'm done arguing! Cut that little -- Where is he?! (music intensifies) They must have seen us coming. (Panting) (intense music) (Thunder crashes) Zeke: Cal! Cal! Zeke! Michaela: Jace! Let him go! Drop your weapon! What did I tell you?! What did I say?! (Thunder crashes) No!! Michaela: Zeke! No! Zeke! No! Cal! Cal! (Indistinct shouting) Cal! Cal!! (Gasps) Cal! (Grunts) (Gasps) Zeke! Zeke!! Zeke! Zeke!! Zeke! Zeke! Zeke! Zeke!! Zeke! Zeke! Zeke! Zeke!! Zeke! (Gasps) (Grunts) Zeke. Okay. I got you. I got you. (Wind whistling) No! No! He can't die! Zeke! Zeke! (Breathing shakily) Zeke! (Crying) (Whimpers) Shh. Shh. (Crying) (sombre music) Michaela: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Hey, come on. Don't say that. It was his time. You know that. He chose to spend it saving Cal. Cal should have never been here, Ben. All he wanted to do was die peacefully in my arms, and I couldn't -- I couldn't listen. I couldn't let go of him. (sombre music continues) (Wind whistling) (Gasps) Zeke! Zeke! Hi! Hey. I'm still alive, right? (Laughing) Yeah. Cal's safe! We're all okay! We're okay. Zeke? # You could sleep for a thousand years # Thank you. # And I won't let you disappear # # Let your heart # # beat here # # You've been running far and wide # # Doing what you hope is right # # Chasing what you feel inside # # I will take your path as mine # # I feel it in my ribs # # Feel it in my soul # # The pulse # # just grows # # So loud # # and so clear # # Let your heart # Thank you. # Beat here # # Let your heart # # beat here # - (Door closes) - (Breathing shakily) I killed her. What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? (Voice breaking) What do we do? What do we do? (Sobbing) (sombre music) (Sighs) (Knock on door) Hey. Um... Zeke's crashed on the couch, so it might be easier if we stay the night. Yeah, of course. Here. Listen. - I said a lot of things. - So did I. Obviously, you would never do anything to hurt Cal. You were as scared as I was, and you didn't need me turning on you. For the record, we both turned on me. I was sure that I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. This was meant to happen, Mick, so we could see for ourselves. Zeke following the Calling, saving Cal, that's -- that's how he beat the death date. So...what does that mean for us, then, for -- for the rest of the 828ers? I mean, are we all gonna go through some hell like this in order to survive our death date? I don't know. You know, when I saw the glow... ...it was like I was seeing a miracle. Maybe you were. Maybe we both were. Man, you've come around. (Chuckles softly) So, then, what does that make us? (Sighs) I don't know. I just feel like a...guy. A very lucky... very confused guy. Does that mean you've finally given up on Adrian's doomsday theory that we're all reborn agents of the Apocalypse? I suppose I have. Although, for a minute, it certainly felt like your meth heads were exactly that. Good riddance to those sons of bitches. Good riddance. - Where are we? - Nowhere. We've been down there for hours, searched every inch of this lake. There are no bodies. Okay, That's not possible. No one's come out of that lake. I mean, they have to be in there. Don't know what to tell you. They're not. (Police radio chatter) (tense music) (Eden cooing) (Engine roaring) (Seagulls crying) (Latin music plays) (Engine sputtering) (Men speaking Spanish) (Engine shuts off) (Engine starts) (Indistinct talking) (wondrous music) (ominous music) Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020