Manifest

Previously on "Manifest"...

Zeke, what is this?

Frostbite. I may be freezing to death.

Saanvi thinks she can help. She may have a cure.

It was the first one I ever drew,

and I actually never figured out what it meant.

It still kind of creeps me out.

The best way to destroy a hate group

is to blow it up from the inside.

You've been undercover?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I needed you to believe

I was in so deep that they'd believe.

The minute we release this guy, he's gonna call the cops.

Don't say a word.

My water just broke.

I've done this surgery many times,

but the baby's heart rate has been dropping.

We need to go now.

I don't know how to thank you. If you didn't get here, I...

It was actually something of a miracle that I did.

I was kayaking earlier today in the Harlem River.

Lost my balance, and I flipped over.

A total stranger saved my life.

Ben: If you needed any more proof

that the Callings are good, this is it.

"False prophets will arise from the dead

to perform signs and wonders."

You keep assuming we're on the side of good, Ben.

We are returned from the dead

to be agents of the apocalypse.

Ben, you've gone off the deep end.

Just hear me out. What, that we're false prophets

coming back from the dead?

I thought you got off this theory months ago

when the Calling saved Grace and the baby.

Yeah, but pretty much every single night since then,

Cal's been terrorized by these three looming shadows.

Still?

You must really be desperate for answers.

Science guy looking in the Bible.

I just found this in Revelation,

and it weirdly echoes Adrian's apocalypse theory.

"I saw three spirits coming out of the mouth of the dragon,

out of the mouth of the beast,

out of the mouth of the false prophet."

Okay, that's creepy, but the Callings...

Think about the good, too.

Which I keep reminding myself,

but, Mick, what Cal's seeing is so dark,

I keep coming back to Adrian.

I mean, what if this is all "signs and wonders"?

So, what, we're doing good but for bad reasons?

To lull us into obedience for some end-of-the-world scenario.

It's a really messed-up theory.

I'm sorry. I should have asked.

How's Zeke?

It's hard to tell.

He never complains.

It's not fair, though.

He's at the hospital every single day.

The treatment regimen is relentless.

Saanvi thinks it's helping?

It's slowing the frostbite, but, no, Ben, it's not a cure.

I am hoping for a freaking miracle

'cause if not, he's running out of time.

I can already tell this is gonna be a tough one.

I woke up wanting to use so bad it hurt.

Why today, do you think?

It's...

the anniversary of my sister Chloe's death.

We all dealt with her death in our own messed-up ways.

My dad bailed.

My mom withdrew.

And I-I-I turned to drugs to numb the pain.

So, in a way, this is also the anniversary

of your addiction.

Good news is, you're in recovery now.

How's that going?

If I'm being honest, working the steps

has been feeling a little pointless lately.

Just take it one day at a time.

That's the thing. I may not have many days left.

Look, I don't want sympathy. I mean, it is what it is.

But it's hard to work towards something

when you know you're dying.

It might be about closure now.

Making peace with others and yourself.

You've been so focused on seeking forgiveness.

Who do you need to forgive?

Okay, I still don't know who

or what you are exactly,

other than a voice in my head.

But enough is enough.

Since the plane came back, you have called on me relentlessly,

and I've listened.

I've literally done everything that you wanted

because I believe that what you're asking us to do

is for a purpose.

I mean, it has to be.

So why, after all that I've done,

am I watching the man I love freeze to death?

A good, kind man who also listens to you,

who has worked so hard to redeem himself.

He doesn't deserve this.

How am I supposed to know that this is for some greater good

if you just let him die?

How am I supposed to keep listening?

I need to understand.

I don't want to lose faith.

Don't make me.

Hey! Hey! Stop! Thief!

Hey! Somebody stop him! - NYPD! Stop!

Ohh!

Ow!

Get up.

Hands up. Hands up.

It's your unlucky day, kid. I'm a cop.

No, no, p-please, ma'am.

It was just a candy bar.

It was the first time ever, I swear.

I'm gonna be in so much trouble.

You don't understand. My mom's gonna kill me.

Well, you should have thought about that be...

Michaela: Let him go.

Let him go.

Look, kid, don't be stupid, okay?

If I catch you doing this again...

Okay.

Go.

What the hell is this?

It's what the kid stole.

No, it isn't.

This is.

20 boxes, maybe. I was restocking.

I turned my back for one second, and, bam.

Bodega down the way got hit a couple days ago.

Same thing.

Cold medicine.

Do you know what they use it for?

To cook meth.

Can I run something by you?

Always.

I, um, caught a kid stealing a candy bar,

and then I get a Calling telling me to let him go.

S-So I did.

And...?

Turns out the candy bar was just a decoy,

and he had half a case of cold medicine in his backpack.

So you think the candy-bar kid's cooking meth?

I don't know. The bodega owner said

a place down the street got hit a few days ago.

So, yeah, it makes me think it was the same kid.

Or he could be part of a bigger operation.

Maybe that's why the Calling told me to let him go,

so that we could catch the bigger fish.

That's a terrible plan.

More helpful would have been to bring him in

so we could interrogate him.

Mick, why does it feel like

you're always trying to justify the Callings?

Because I gotta believe they're good, Jared.

Well, I should probably help you track this kid down.

Unless you want to let her in on your, uh, gift.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm, uh, probably gonna peel off with Vasquez today.

Really? Yeah, I witnessed a crime.

He thinks it could be related

to a bunch of robberies he's tracking.

Yeah, you sure he's not just trying

to get back in your pants?

Um, no, I asked him to help.

Okay, alright, well, if you're good, I'm good.

It'll give me a chance to catch up on some paperwork.

Hey, Vasquez, this is just a loaner, okay?

Yeah.

Come on, Eden.

Give Daddy a little smile.

Pbht!

I think your daddy's lost it.

She doesn't perform on command... yet.

Ohh. Come here, you little diva.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh,

shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

She likes that one. Where's it from?

You want to hear something so sweet?

Cal was singing it to her.

Oh.

You saw something.