Lost

Previously on "Lost"...

Jason.

These people are smart.

And they're animals,

and if you think that one gun and one bullet

is gonna stop them,

think again.

I'm going after my son, and nobody is going to stop me, okay?

I'll come with you.

No. I have to do it alone.

I'm going out to the line that we're not supposed to cross

and telling them that we've got you.

They'll never give you Walt.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

What's wrong with him?

Michael. Michael?

Michael.

Jack? Where are you going?

Maybe they just let him go.

Let him go-- he's alone!

They didn't just push him out into the jungle, Jack. He's alone!

Okay.

Let's go.

See ya, Ana Lucia.

- You look tired. - Yeah, thanks.

What?

Where were you last night?

- Home. - All night?

Yeah. Cooked myself some dinner, watched some tv.

What'd you watch?

Let's go for a drive.

Remember Jason Alder?

Found him in a parking lot just after 3:00 in the morning.

He was dead an hour before anyone saw him.

Crime scene pulled a gun from the dumpster.

Registration was filed off-- no prints, no witnesses.

He was executed.

Any idea who did it?

Yeah, Ana. You did.

This man confesses to shooting you in cold blood,

and you refuse to I.D. him, so we had to cut him loose.

A week later, he shows up with five bullets in his chest,

because someone shot him in cold blood.

Guess I should get a lawyer.

Look, we both know that this is gonna be a dead-end investigation.

But, Ana, if you did this...

if you did this, you have to let me help you.

Yeah, thanks, mom, but I don't need your help.

You don't want my help? You're gonna have to get it from somewhere else.

You're a police officer, Ana.

If you don't respect me, at least respect that.

Then I quit.

Hey, Henry. What do you say?

How long you gonna keep up this hunger strike, Henry?

Did I ever tell you I was a cop?

I've been around a lot of killers in my life.

You know what surprises me the most about 'em?

How much they love to talk.

But you're different... Henry.

Hmm?

Quiet.

What was that?

If you're gonna say something, you're gonna have to speak--

You killed two of us--

Good people who were leaving you alone.

You're the killer, Ana Lucia.

I guess he decided to start talking, huh?

Hey, Mike. Tequila and tonic.

Long day, huh?

Good to see you again.

You, uh, "wanded" me at security.

Another one, please. So how does one get into "wanding"?

One stops being a cop.

What a coincidence. I just stopped being a doctor.

Why'd you quit?

I didn't.

My son ratted me out for drinking on the job. Thank you.

Lost my license.

Hmm. Yeah, I know. It's hilarious.

No, no. It's just that...

I don't believe that parents and their kids should work together.

Too many issues.

I'll drink to that.

So where you headed?

Sydney. Sydney, Australia.

Want to come?

I'm serious.

Why would I go to Sydney with you?

Maybe fate has just thrown the two of us together.

You know, like two drinks in an airport bar.

Why would fate do that?

Oh, the same reason fate does anything--

so that we can help each other out.

You do need help, right?

Unless you don't.

What I'm doing down there could be a little dangerous,

and I need someone to protect me-- a bodyguard.

It's perfect for someone who stopped being a cop.

I don't even know your name.

Oh, let's not use real names. I tell you what--

why don't you pick a name for me? And then I'll pick one for you.

You look like a Tom.

Tom. What an excellent name. And you should be a...

Sarah.

A ustralia.

What happened?

I cut myself shaving.

The guy in the hatch tried to kill me.

You okay?

I'm fine...

but he won't be.

- Hey, Ana? - What?

Don't do anything stupid.

If you've come to apologize,

I forgive you for hitting me with your crutch.

I'm so glad my head didn't break it.

Why?

Well, that's a broad question.

Why did you try to hurt Ana Lucia but not me?

I'm not sure I know what you're getting at, John.

I was trapped under that blast door... helpless.

You could have crushed my skull, but you didn't do a thing.

Why didn't you?

Because you're one of the good ones, John.

What? What? Good what?

None of this matters. I'm dead, anyway.

The doctor's gone to make a trade,

and we both know he'll come back empty-handed, and then...

I've lost my value.

So either Jack comes back here and kills me,

or my people find out where I'm being held, and they do it.

Why would your own people want to kill you?

Because the man in charge...

He's a great man, John-- a brilliant man.

But he is not a forgiving man.

He'll kill me because I failed, John.

I failed my mission.

What mission?

When that woman caught me in her trap,

I was on my way here, John.

I was coming for you.

L ocke!

Locke, get out here!

Locke!

Locke!

John!

Hey, I've been knocking those things down for 20 minutes.

Get your hands off my damn mango.

Didn't figure you for the fruit-picking type.

What do you want?

I need a gun.

Well, here's an idea.

Why not go to your buddy Jack? He's got himself a gun.

Oh, that's right. He's still traipsin' around the jungle with Kate.

If you've got a problem 'cause he's making time with your girlfriend,

don't take it out on me, man.

How about you just give me a gun?

Here's another idea-- scram.

You heard me. Now git.

Sarah.

Sarah, open the damn door.

Good, you're up.

It's, uh, it's time.

Protection duty.

Come on, let's go.

After four days of drinking and doing nothing,

now, in the middle of the night, you're ready to go?

That's exactly right. It's time. Come on.

Fate's calling, Sarah.

This is it. Pull over right here.

This is what you needed protection for-- the suburbs?

Stay in the car.

Should I keep the meter running?

Can I come in?

Look, she's my daughter, and I have every right to see her.

No, you don't have a right! Get out!

I'm coming in here. You can't stop me! She's my daughter!

I pay the mortgage on this house! I want to see my daughter!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't you evercome back here!

I was just having a conversation with the lady.

You need help!

Dude, nice hole.

What is it, Hurley?

Hey, man, you remember that radio we made?

I was thinking maybe I could get it to play some music.

You know, for Libby.

Well, it worked only once,and then just for a minute.

I've tried several times since and only gotten static.

Here's the thing. Even that would be good.

Because then, Libby would be like,

"it's the thought that counts," and I'll score major points,

especially when she sees me holding it over my head.

And why would you hold a static-generating radio over your head?

They didn't have "Say Anything" in baghdad?

It's awesome. This dude, like, gets this boom box,

and he holds it over his head outside this chick's window,

and he plays some Peter Gabriel song for her, and bam! The girl's, like, his.