Testimonials

I'm gonna go out on a pretty stout limb here and lay odds that Keamy knows Desmond's old hatch buddy, Inman. I can see the two huge men tossing darts or maybe midgets together in a Tijuana bar while the staff cowers behind the counter hoping to escape notice.

Keamy extracts a folio bearing a Dharma logo and leafs through it. He tells Gault that it's the secondary protocol that is going to tell him where Ben will go. Gault is skeptical about how Mr. Widmore might know such a detail.

"'Cause he's a very smart man, and if Linus knows that we're gonna torch the Island, there's only one place that he can go."

"What do you mean, 'Torch the Island'? That was not the agreement. I agreed to ferry you here for an extraction mission."

Keamy pins Gualt with a stare that clearly says "I'm in charge. Don't question me again." To punctuate his new dominance, he hands Gualt his defective weapon and issues his first order. "Fix my gun."

Please and thanks. I know I don't say this often, but you are talented and I am proud to work with you. Hugs!

On deck Desmond and Sayid speculate about the injured man and what happened to him. As they chew over what chewed him over, Gault comes on deck and tells Omar that Keamy wants to see him.

"He said I wasn't supposed to let those two out of my sight."

"I'll watch them. Go."

It turns out that Gault is trying to help the two men. He tells them to go hide before Keamy returns. Sayid wants to know if Michael is dead.

"No, but not for lack of bloody trying, which is precisely why you two need to be hiding before Keamy comes back on this deck."

"Hiding is pointless. Give us your Zodiac raft so we can start ferrying people back here from the beach. The only way to save our lives is to get our people off that island."

Gault considers this and makes his choice. "Meet me behind the container in ten minutes. The boat will be in the water."

Did anyone tell Sayid that "The boat will be in the water" is seaman's code for "I have a wide stance"?

Back in the jungle, Locke is consulting the map/blueprint that he found on the corpse while Hurley helpfully passes around water. "Digging through dead bodies takes it out of you."

"It's gonna be dark soon, Hugo. If you head that way, you'll hit the coast, and all you have to do is take it north until you reach our beach."

"Uh, what?"

"I forced you to come with us at gunpoint, and I'm sorry, Hugo, but I was led to believe that we needed you to find this place."

"Oh, I get it. Now you got your magic map, you don't...You don't need me anymore."

"I'm offering you a chance to leave. I don't want to put you in harm's way against your will."

"And you think walking through the jungle at night by myself is gonna be any safer?"

"I'm not sure it is."

"I think I'll stick with you guys. This way?"

As Hurley strikes off into the jungle, Ben looks at Locke with near admiration.

"He actually thinks staying was his idea. Not bad, John. Not bad at all."

"I'm not you."

He's so sincere here that I almost believe him. Almost. The student indeed has surpassed the teacher.

"You're certainly not."

Oh now, come on Benny. You're pwetty too.

Salieri watches Mozart blow by him and while his own talent remains undiminished, a small part of him recognizes that he is no longer the court darling.

At a High School, a teacher lets a stuffed in the locker victim out to the sounds of classmate jeers. It's Locke, in his formative years. He's forming into the shape of the inside of a locker, apparently. The teacher shoos off the audience and takes a bloodied Locke to the nurses office.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"I know you're probably upset right now, but I do have some exciting news for you. I got a call from Portland recently. There's a company up there doing some very exciting things in chemistry and new technologies. They're called Mittelos Laboratories. I spoke with a Dr. Alpert. He's very interested in finding young, bright minds to enter into these new fields of science. They want you to go to their camp this summer."

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