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"No, I'm afraid I don't."

Oprah's Book Club was born.

"What the secretary had found was an ancient book, the Book of Law. You may know it as the Old Testament. And it was with that ancient book, not with the gold, that Josiah rebuilt the temple. On the other side of the island we found a place much like this, and in this place {He means the Hatch, not Josiah's ruined temple} we found a book. I believe what's inside there will be of great value to you.

I can't be certain without a peek inside the book, but I suspect that this is an alternately titled copy of the Old Testament.)

Alpert is near to breathless in anticipation. After a moment, his attention shifts to the knife on top of the comic book. He reaches across and picks up the knife.

"Are you sure the knife belongs to you, John? You sure about that?"

John nods.

With a frustrated sigh, Richard snaps the knife from his hand.

"Well, it doesn't."

He gathers his things and makes a bee-line for the door. John's foster-mother is immediately suspicious of John, hearing the irritation in Alpert's tone as he abruptly informs her that John isn't ready for his school.

Does this mean I don't get to keep the dirt?

Thunder accompanies him as he storms out the door.

Back at the mass grave, Locke is rummaging through the dead bodies in search of something. He hasn't shared what he's looking for with his companions, so Hurley's not sure about the grim scene.

There has to be a stick of gum here somewhere...

"What's he doing down there?" As if to distract himself from the awful reality of what Locke is doing, he engages Ben in conversation. "So... This is where you shot Locke and left him for dead, huh?"

"Yes, Hugo, I was standing right where you are now when I pulled the trigger. Should have realized at the time that it was pointless, but... I really wasn't thinking clearly."

It seems that Michael and Locke are getting the group rate discount at the Spooky Island Life Insurance Office.

"Is that why you killed all these people, too?"

"I didn't kill them."

"Well, if the Others didn't wipe out the Dharma Initiative..."

"They did wipe them out, Hugo, but it wasn't my decision."

"Then whose was it?"

"Their leader's."

"But I thought you were their leader."

"Not always."

What are clouds made of? Who invented candy? How come unicorns only have one horn?

In the spirit of my new "Everything at face value" policy regarding speculation on Lost, I'm going with Richard here. I'm sure that there will be rampant theorizing about just who it could be, assuming that Richard is just to obvious, but I'm going with Richard. He's the obvious choice and I'm going with the obvious choice from now on.

Locke finds Horace's body and some plans in his pocket. "The cabin. He was building it."

Back on the freighter, Keamy tells Gault that he needs his key. Before the Captain can ask any questions, Lapidus comes down the corridor to tell them that Mayhew, the guy the smoke monster used as a chew toy, has died and the crew is asking questions about what happened to the mercenaries on the island.

Keamy responds angrily. "You tell the crew that I'm dealing with it, then you can go gas up the chopper, Frank. We're going back."

"Going back? What the hell for?"

"Gas up the chopper, Frank."

Lapidus looks like he's thinking of challenging Keamy, but the man is one scary piece of business. "Okay."

After Lapidus leaves, Gualt brings Keamy up to speed on the creeping madness that has begun to affect the crew, including giving Regina the impulse to do her best anchor impression. He's worried that Keamy might be affected too.

"I appreciate your concern. Give me your key."

"That's not the protocol..."

Keamy chooses the "no jokey chokey" approach to negotiations and rips the key from around Gualt's neck.

"Thank you."

He storms into Gualt's ward room and uses the borrowed key in concert with his own and opens the safe.

"The reason there are two keys is we're only supposed to open the safe together."

"You're here, aren't you?"

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