Lost

Previously on "Lost":

My leg! Aah!

I need you to go up through the grate and into the vents.

- That button has to be pushed. - Okay.

I crawled through your vents, and I stood at your computer,

and you know what happened?

Nothing happened, John.

I never entered the numbers, I never pressed the button.

If you want to do something nice for Libby,

there's a beautiful beach 3 kilometers from here.

You could take her there.

Come on, give me the blankets.

Blankets?

I will handle the blankets, okay?

Take us to the guns. Now.

Ah, that bitch. Stole my damn gun. Ana Lucia.

Why would she need a gun?

We caught one of them-- the others. He's locked up in there.

Give me the gun. I'll kill him.

I'm sorry.

Michael?

What are you building?

Hello, Ana.

Well, hello, yourself. So are you gonna tell me?

- What is it? - I'm building a church.

Now why the hell would you want to do that?

Because I was told to.

Told to by who?

I was just told. I think it was in a dream.

A dream like this one?

You need to help John.

Yemi?

- Hello, brother. - Oh, Yemi.

Forgive me. I should have listened to you. You were right.

- I did not mean to do it-- - Shh, shh, shh.

The work being done in this place is important, Eko.

It is more important than anything, and it is in danger.

You must help John.

He has lost his way.

You must make him take you to the question mark.

John will not want to show you, so you must make him.

Eko... There are many distractions, brother.

But you must move past them. What is done, is done.

- Do you understand? - Yes, yemi.

And, Eko...

bring the ax.

What's the matter?

You all right, mate?

I need to find John.

- What were you thinking, John? - Jack, leave him alone.

No, Jack, don't leave him alone.

Shut it, Sawyer. If Ana hadn't lifted your gun--

Oh, ain't that swell-- gimpy McCrutch over here covers up that

the artist formerly known as Henry Gale tried to strangle your little amiga,

and suddenly it's on me when she goes vigilante.

How about you go back to the beach?

Hey, enough, both of you.

Michael, hey!

He shot me.

- Who? - He's gone! He ran out.

Go, I got him.

Jack... I was sleeping, and I heard gunshots.

I got up. I came out of the bedroom.

And this-- there was this guy-- he had a gun, and...

Come on. We've got to get you up, all right?

Let me help you.

She's dead.

Okay, we've got to get her up.

We've got to get her out to the back room, okay?

Grant us this mercy, O Lord,

we beseech thee. Amen.

She's in shock.

We've got to keep pressure on this.

Can you do anything?

- Jack-- - I heard you.

Just keep pressure on her, okay?

- How is she? - I'm doing what I can.

How long ago?

What?

When did this happen? How long ago did he leave?

I don't know, uh... 20 minutes, maybe a half-hour ago.

We can pick up the trail, catch up to him.

Man's got a head start, a gun, he ain't afraid of using--

He shot three of our people. One of them's dead--

Who's gonna take care of Libby while you're off playing Daniel Boone?

I will go.

John, you have tracking experience, yes?

Yeah.

We will find his trail together.

If you find anything-- anything, you come right back here,

and we figure out what we're gonna do next together.

Let's go, John.

How long has it been since your last confession?

Good question. Too many years for me to even remember.

What do you wish to ask God's forgiveness for?

What sins have you committed?

Let's see. Well, I slept with another woman besides my wife.

Just once, or many times?

How many is many?

To receive god's forgiveness, you must be penitent for your sins.

I also forged I.D. papers for a guy pretending to be a priest.

Do you have it?

So what'd you do, padre?

Skim from the collection plate?

You know I've got some friends in Los Angeles.

I could get you on with them.

- Doing what? - You know... stuff.

Good morning, father Tunde.

Good morning, monsignor. This is Mr. Caldwell.

He has been helping me arrange my trip to the United States.

I'm sorry, father, but I've got some bad news.

You're going to have to postpone your trip.

It appears we have a miracle.

My daughter, she... she drowned.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Oh, no, you don't understand. She came back to life.

We were out in the back blocks, and Charlotte must have slipped,

and she went into the river, and... she's not much of a swimmer.

She was dead. And the next day, she woke up.

Don't you understand? It's a miracle.

A confirmation of faith.

Everyone needs to know about this. People need--

- Where is your daughter now? - At home, with my husband.

And what does he think?

The world needs to know about this.

We need to tell the Vatican, we need to tell the world--

I'm sorry, we can't just do that, Mrs. Malkin.

The church needs to conduct an investigation before anyone can be told.

Father Tunde will start this process, if you will permit him.

Mrs. Malkin, would you excuse us for a moment, please?

Of course.

Monsignor, with all due respect, I cannot do what you have asked.

Why not?

Because I do not believe what this woman says.

Why do you think I chose you?

Are you seeing something I'm not?

Hey!

I haven't seen a single track or

a piece of sign since we left the hatch.

What the hell are you following?

Where is the question mark?

The what?

The question mark, John. Where is it?

You know what?

You keep chasing after your own shadow. I'm going back.

I know you do not want to show it...

but you must.

No, I don't have to show you anything.

Then I'm sorry.

You hit me.

Why did you...

Because you were being difficult.

Are you insane?

No.

Ana Lucia, your friend, was just murdered, and you--

Ana wants me to help you, John.

- Help me do what? - Find the question mark.

You don't even know what you're talking about, do you?

No.

But you know what I am talking about, John.

And that is all that matters.

Here. Here, you wanna find your damn question mark?

Here it is-- here, this is it right here.

Here, take it, take it, because it's nothing.

It's a memory. It's ten seconds of nothing.

- This is your hatch, yes? - It's not my hatch.

If the swan is where we came from,

then we go that way.

We shouldn't even be out here.

Ana Lucia would still be alive...

if I'd just told Jack that Henry attacked her.

And now she wants us to go here, John.

She wants us to go here, John, together.

She said this in my dream.

Oh, of course, your dream.

Tell me, John. Haven't you ever followed a dream?

So the vatican's really interested in this one, eh?

That depends upon what I put in my report.

Why don't you just start by telling me what happened that night?

Well, I got a call out around 1:00 A.M.

Ambrose brought this girl in, dead.

She'd been in the water two hours.

Have you had much experience in this type of death?

Yeah, of course, I'm an undertaker.

Well, it's just my day job.

I mean, I'm perfectly qualified to be a coroner.

I mean, I did-- I did go to medical school.

And when did you find out that she was not dead?

During the autopsy.

During the autopsy?

It's all right. I didn't expect you to believe me.

I figured you'd want to have a listen for yourself.

Decedent is a caucasian female, 161 centimeters, 51.3 kilos.

The body prepped and washed by the very lovely Valerie McTavish...

Ian...

Commencing with the post. This is a clear case of drowning.

I'll begin with the thoracic-abdominal incision--

Take it.

No, please...

I don't want to ever listen to that tape again.