Resurrection

Previously on Resurrection...

This kid showed up in a village in rural China.

No ID, no passport.

Hasn't said a word since we found him.

Jacob? I'm Agent J Martin Bellamy.

You can call me Marty.

Arcadia, Missouri? Is that where you're from?

Mr. Langston, did your son go missing, sir?

- Why? - I have him.

My son died 32 years ago.

Daddy!

- (Gasps) - Honey, who is it?

Jacob.

- Is everything all right? - It's a miracle.

- All I want is the truth. - Get a DNA test.

Jacob is your son, Mr. Langston.

- Did I die? - What?

Did we all die?

Dad?

- It's okay. - (Grunts)

It's okay.

You were only dreaming.

I'm not anymore?

Is it really you?

Well, who else would it be?

Excuse me, Elaine.

Sorry to interrupt, but...

I think it's important

that you meet Agent Bellamy.

I'm with Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

Mr. Richards, I have to ask...

Can you tell me anything about what you've been through?

Well, that's the crazy thing. I don't remember.

I guess I had amnesia... or something.

I mean, that's a thing, right?

The last thing I remember...

was I was driving my truck, and I blacked out.

And then I woke up three days ago

in an alleyway in Portland.

So you have no memory of...

having a heart attack?

A heart attack? No.

Well... you died, Mr. Richards.

Elaine, what are they talking about?

Oh, well... (Stammers)

Your friend Dale, he... he found you.

Up in the woods by your hunting shack.

Come on, Maggie, that's crazy.

Dale must have found someone else.

This is... this is ridiculous.

- I mean, I'm standing right here. - Yeah.

I'm sorry. It's...

I got a nasty headache.

Do... do we have to do this now?

- No. No, of course we don't. - (Sighs)

- Right, Maggie? - Right.

Um... Elaine, why don't you

bring your dad by my office tomorrow?

- Just make sure he's okay. - Okay.

- That's great. Thank you. - Okay.

Is it possible you guys are just wrong about this?

That someone else was cremated,

and Caleb's story's true?

I mean, I was at his funeral.

I saw his body before he was cremated.

And to my eyes, he hasn't aged a day.

So okay.

It looks like there are two now.

Returned.

But if Caleb is the same as Jacob,

how come Jacob remembers dying and Caleb doesn't?

Ray?

What's wrong?

That man?

That man in there?

That's not dad.

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All clean?

I think so.

Come on over here.

Here.

Ahh...

I can brush my own hair, mom.

Well, here you go.

Get dressed.

Honey, I think it's time to get you

something different to wear.

Now I know that this is your favorite shirt.

Where are all my things?

You know what?

You stay here. I'll be right back.

Brush your hair.

Mom?

You know what?

We're going shopping.

Tony, I need to be here to investigate this.

And I'm asking you to keep this under wraps,

because if this gets sent up the chain,

every government official will demand

that this kid be scooped up and examined and quarantined

and subjected to every medical test out there.

Okay... no offense, Marty,

but maybe that's exactly what needs to be done here.

No, Toni, trust me on this.

To separate this family now, it would not be right.

I know how this sounds.

I don't know how to explain it yet,

but if we let this turn into a freak show,

- we may never learn the truth. - (Sighs)

What do you plan to do?

Yeah?

Hey, kid.

Hi, dad.

Oh, look at you.

Should have been a shrink. You're a mind reader.

Mmm.

Ahh.

Nice of you to visit the old man.

Yeah. I had a...

had a couple of the guys over last night... Finn and Paul.

You know, it's like high school all over again

when we get together.

I wanted to stop by, see that you're good.

Yeah. I'm good.

Why wouldn't I be?

Everything that's come up about mom.

What about mom? We've been through this.

I talked to Jacob again,

and he said there was a man at the river and...

Jacob. That's what this is about?

You're gonna take the word of a-a what?

A child who can't possibly be who he claims to be?

Come on, Maggie.

We both know what happened that day.

- Dad, maybe we don't know... - Hey, Mag,

don't let other people fill your head

with stories about your mother.

Dad, Jacob is real,

and he's not the only one.

Caleb Richards.

He's back.

You could do a lot better.

Your coffee.

Try Bottomless Joe's over on Halstead.

Cheap coffee is my thing.

Well, you've come to the right town.

And if you're here to find out about Caleb,

I haven't examined him yet.

Actually, I'm here for you.

Okay.

Come on.

Look, I've been meaning to ask.

I'm trying to figure out exactly what's happening here.

I could use an ally.

Hey.

These are your friends, your family.

You know this place better than I ever could.

Helena, good morning.

And your medical advice would be invaluable to me.

What, you offering me a job?

You could think of it as, uh, an internship. Unpaid.

How could I pass that up?

Right now there's no way

to test Caleb's ashes from the urn.

Well, the heat from cremation would destroy any DNA.

Jacob's, on the other hand...

You want to go in Jacob's tomb

to match Jacob's DNA to what's inside.

To at least point us in some kind of direction.

Well, what if there's nothing inside?

That'll tell me something.

What?

That I need to get the hell out of town

- before they all start rising. - (Chuckles) Okay.

So you would feel better if we did find a body?

I don't know.

What's up?

My mother's in that tomb, too.

Look, technically, I don't need

your family's permission to open the tomb.

I wanted you to help to ask them,

out of respect,

but I understand if you don't want to be a part of this.

No.

They should be asked.

And I should be there.

Now I know these clothes are clean,

so I won't be happy unless you come back completely filthy.

Get out of my way!

Eddie!