All language subtitles for Lost.S01E16.1080p.BluRay

Previously on lost:

How many drinks did you have, dad?
— are you lecturing me?

The nurses told me
that your hands were shaking.

In my professional opinion,

by the time I was called in,

the damage was irreversible.

I need to... revise my statement.

I didn't come into the or
until well into the procedure.

This is not...
— it was clear that my father

severed the patient's
hepatic artery,

which,
in my professional opinion,

led to her death.

"Dear Mr. Sawyer,
you don't know who I am,

but I know what you've done.

You had sex with my mother,

and then you stole
my dad's money all away.

I'm going to find you
and give you this letter

so you'll remember
what you done to me."

I looked at the envelope.

You wrote this letter.

Your name's not Sawyer, is it?

It was his name.
He was a confidence man.

Romanced my momma
to get to the money.

Wiped them out clean,
left a mess behind.

You were just a kid.

Wake up. — open this door!

He's here. — open this door!

Come on.

Got to get you up.

He'll think you're still
with your grandparents, ok?

Get under the bed.

Let's go. Ok. Listen to mommy.

This is important.
Get under the bed.

Don't make a sound.
Don't come out.

No matter what happens,
don't come out, ok?

- Ok. — oh, god

I love you.
— I love you too, mommy.

Let's go. Down you go.

All right.
— Brooke, open this door!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Go away!

Stop it!

What the hell is wrong with you?

I'm calling the police!
Get out of here!

What are you doing?

What are you doing with a gun?

It'll come back around.

Boar took your tarp?

It was dark, but, yeah,
pretty sure it was a boar.

I thought the boar had vacated.

Well, genius, I think
we got some bad info.

What was it doing
inside your tent?

It was staring at me.

Then it came at me, so I hit it
and it ran off into the jungle.

With your tarp.

Perhaps he wanted to go camping.

You enjoying yourself?

Well...

Laugh it up, Mohammed.

But I come back and find my
stuff's gone, I'm coming after you.

What did you hear?

After you ran into the frenchwoman,
you heard something in the jungle.

I was injured
and I was exhausted.

My mind was playing tricks.
— what did you hear?

I thought I heard whispering.

What was it saying?

Why? Did you hear something?

Forget it.

I didn't hear anything.

What are you so afraid of?

You're the one trembling,
sweetness.

Ok, this is really awkward.

But if! Don't say something now,

things are liable to get
downright embarrassing.

Hibbs. — hello, Sawyer.

Ma'am, I must apologize.

I figured my good friend
Sawyer here would be alone.

I just need a few minutes.

Listen, baby...
— baby, who is this?

Listen. You go down to the bar.
You get a drink.

I don't want to leave you.

As soon as I get rid of him,
then I'll come get you

and I'll explain everything.

- But...
- — listen. Just trust me on this.

I will find you. I promise.

I got to hand it to you, sawbucks

how you find women that beautiful
to work your grift.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,
I'm fairly certain

I said I'd kill you
if I ever saw you again.

That's why I'm here.
To make things right.

Besides, we both know
you ain't the killing type.

Here.

Figure that makes us even
for the tampa job.

What could possibly make us
even for the tampa job?

How about the known whereabouts
of the man who ruined your life?

I'm gonna make myself a drink.
You want one?

You remember
old man parks, right?

Ran capper for us
on that gig in Atlanta?

Yeah, what about him?

He's been working at
an off—track parlor in Sydney.

So last week,
one of his regulars

gets too sauced, runs his mouth off
about his glory days as a grifter.

That guy. Frank duckett.

Hard—luck case,
gambling addict, alcoholic.

Runs a shrimp truck.

Back in the day, this guy duckett
was quite the hustler.

He ran the romance angle.

Hook the wife,
take the husband for the money.

Was pretty good at it too,
from what I hear.

Until sadly one of his marks
in despair

took a gun, shot up his wife
and blew his own head off.

All in front of their little boy.

I paid Tony to pull his jacket.

Turns out frank duckett
used to be named frank Sawyer,

a name I believe
you appropriated for yourself.

This is him?

That's him.

Thanks for the loaner.

Always a pleasure.

Is anyone curious
where they came from?

They knew there was a marshal.
They assumed he was traveling alone,

protecting them from terrorists.

Sounds like a good theory to me.

Did you get all the guns back?
— all except one.

Who?

How about I give you
three guesses?

Sawyer. I can get it back.

Really.

How are you gonna do that?

Speak his language.

You've done this before,
and if I remember it right,

you made out with him,

and he never even had
what you said you could get.

Well, I only made out with him
because torturing him didn't work.

Let him keep the gun.
It's not worth it.

Worried he's gonna
shoot me if I ask?

I just don't want you
to owe him anything.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Very pregnant.

I had some dreams last night.

Actually, more like memories.

You were in them.

Sorry.

Thought I'd see if you wanted
to go for a walk.

Sorry.

I have to...

Do something.

Sure.

See you later, ok?

It'll come back around.

Son of a bitch!

A boar did all this?

Last night, it wrecked my tent.

This morning, when I went
to get my tent back,

it attacks me from behind,

runs off into the jungle
like a coward.

A boar wouldn'tjust
attack you for no reason.

Thank you, boar expert.

It's harassing me.

What are you doing?

Getting even.
— would you listen to yourself?

It's a boar.

Just go tell Locke,
and he'll kill it.

Nope. This is my fight.
— do you know about hunting boar?

You are gonna
get yourself lost or worse.

Since when do you care?
— I don't.

Good. Then if you'll excuse me,
I've got some revenge to tend to.

You must be hibbs' mate.

I did a few jobs with hibbs
back in the states.

Nice enough fella.
— he's a son of a bitch.

Right. Indeed he is.

A few disclaimers.

Australia doesn't allow
its citizens to carry handguns.

You get nicked with this...

I'm not gonna rat you out.

Secondly, you know,
I've been doing this for a while,

and a man who buys a compact .357
with hollow—point loads,

he's not looking
to scare or steal.

He's looking to kill.
When it comes down to it,

if he finds he doesn't have
what it takes to do the job...

Your sales pitch
needs some work.

What I'm saying is,

you look a man in the eye
and point a gun at him,

you find who you really are.

And should you find
you're not a killer,

there's no refund.

It won't be a problem.

Hurley, I appreciate the help,

but you don't have to...

I killed Ethan. I can Bury him.

Yeah, until he rises
from the dead.

Dude, I know how this works.
This is gonna end

with you and me running through
the jungle, screaming and crying.

He catches me first
because I'm heavy and I get cramps.

Are you all right?

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

Did you ever get
that Gulf war syndrome?

That was the other side.
— oh, right.

Then what's the one
where you're all shell—shocked?

Post—traumatic stress disorder.
— yeah. Did you ever have that?

Why do you ask?

I'm worried about Charlie.
— what's wrong with Charlie?

I mean, he killed a guy.
He shot him in the chest four times.

Maybe you should talk to him?

It's a footprint.

Based on the weight and the distance
between strides,

I'd say you've been following Boone.
— look.

Could be Charlie, I suppose.

I'm tickled you have
an interest in my affairs.

I really am.

Don't take it personal
when I tell you to...

I want carte blanche.

What? — it's simple.

You can't track
this boar without help.

Over the last few hours you
have managed to follow the tracks

of humans, birds,
a rock slide, yourself...

Basically everything except boar.

You have no idea
what you're doing.

Carte blanche...
— "blank check."

I know what it means.
— anytime I want something from you,

medicine, soap, whatever,
I get it, no questions asked.

Take it or leave it.

All right.

You got a deal.

Where'd you get that?
— the plane.

Jack was looking
for the liquor cart.

It's a good thing
I found it instead, then.

Got any more of those?
— I got a lot more of everything,

but you ain't got
carte blanche yet.

Is that a no?

All right, sassafras.

But if you want a drink,
you gotta play.

Play what? — I never.

What?

Ineveh

am I supposed to know
what that means?

Call it a way to get to know
each other better.

For example,

I know you've never been to college.
— and how do you know that?

If you had,
you'd have heard of "I never."

It's simple.

You say "I never," and then
you finish the sentence.

If it's something you did,
you drink.

If it's something you
never did, you don't drink.

That makes absolutely no sense.

Learn by example.

I never kissed a man.

Now you drink,

'cause you've kissed a man.

Yourturn.

I never implied
that I've been to college

when I never have.

I never been to Disneyland.

Oh, that's just sad.

I never wore pink.

I knew it.

I never voted democrat.

I never voted.

I've never been in love.

You've never been in love.
— I ain't drinking, am I?

I've never had
a one—night stand.

Bottom's up, sailor.

I gotta drink for each one.
— your turn.

I never been married.

It didn't last very long.

I've never blamed a boar
for all my problems.

I never cared
about having carte blanche

'cause I just wanted
to spend some time

with the only other person
on this island that just don't belong.

I never carried
a letter around for 20 years

because I couldn't
get over my baggage.

I never killed a man.

Well...

It looks like we got something
in common after all.

It'll come back around.

Are you ok?

You're shaking.

I'm fine.

I was just having a...

I can't believe this.

There are hoof marks everywhere.

It ate all our stuff?

Nope. It ate your stuff. Mine's fine.

Oh, that hog is gonna suffer.

I swear to god...

Morning.

What happened to your campsite?

So, what are you doing
all the way out here?

Looking for salvage from the crash.
— find anything useful?

The occasional scrap of metal,
two bags of coffee.

I picked up your path a mile back.
I thought I'd say howdy.

Oh, son of a...

Peed on my shirt.
Took my shirt out of the bag

and peed on it.
And you say this ain't personal.

He thinks the boar we're after
has a vendetta against him.

That's three times it's attacked me.

Maybe it's got your scent.
Doesn't like your Cologne.

I don't wear Cologne.
— yes, you do.

Yeah, well...

The thing's got it in for me!
— It's a boar, Sawyer.

My sister Jeannie died
when I was a boy.

She fell off the monkey bars
and broke her neck.

And my mother,
well, my foster mother,

she blamed herself, of course.

Thought she wasn't
watching close enough.

So she stopped eating,
stopped sleeping.

The neighbors started talking,

afraid she might do something
to herself, I guess.

That's good.

Anyway, about six months
after Jeannie's funeral,

this golden retriever
comes up our driveway,

walks right into our house,
sits down on the floor

and looks right at my mother
there on the couch.

And my mother
looks back at the dog.

After about a minute of this,
them staring at each other like that,

my mother... burst into tears.

Beautiful dog, no tags, no collar.

Healthy and sweet.

The dog slept in Jeannie's old room
on Jeannie's old bed

and stayed with us until
my mother passed five years later,

then disappeared back to...

Wherever it was she came from
in the first place.

So you're saying the dog
was your sister?

Well, that would be silly.

But my mother thought it was.

Thought that Jeannie
had come back to tell her

the accident wasn't her fault,

let her off the hook.

You're good to go.

Only two choices:

Shrimp in mild sauce,
shrimp in hot sauce.

Pal?

I'll go with the hot.

Hot it is.

A fellow American?

Good for you.
You missed the lunch rush.

Whereabouts you from?

Tennessee.

Yeah, I love the south.

Miss those southern women.

Been in Australia long?

Not really.

For what it's worth,
we have a special at the truck here,

half—price for all Americans.

Name's frank, by the way.

James.

Good to meet you, James.

One shrimp in hot sauce...

Again.
— are you sure about that, mate?

Again. — you tell him, cowboy.

These bastards think Americans
can't hold their liquor.

Look, l_

I hate to hold my hand out,

but I seem to have
misplaced my wallet.

Set him up.

I drinkto you.

What's your name, cowboy?
— Sawyer.

To Sawyer.

May he find whatever he's looking for
at the bottom of a glass.

So, Sawyer,

what brings you to Sydney?

Business.

You know why they call Australia
"down under," don't you?

Because it's as close
as you can get to hell

without being burned.

How about you leave
the bottle, slim?

So, what's your handle
back in the states?

I was a...

Chief of surgery.

Was?

Yeah, I was.

So we're in hell?

Don't let the air conditioning
fool you, son.

You are here too.

And you are suffering.

But don't beat
yourself up about it.

It's fate.

Some people are just
supposed to suffer.

That's why the Red Sox
will never win the damn series.

I have a son,
he's about your age.

He's not like me.

He does what's in his heart.

He's a good man.

Maybe a great one.

And right now,

he thinks that I hate him.

He thinks I feel
betrayed by him.

But what I really feel

is gratitude

and pride

because of what he did to me.

What he did for me.

It took more courage than I have.

There's a pay phone over here.

I could pick it up,
and I could call my son.

I could tell him about all of this.

I could tell him that I love him.

One simple phone call,
and I could fix everything.

Then why don't you?

Because I am weak.

This business that you have,

will it ease your suffering?

Yeah.
— then what are you doing here?

It ain't that simple.
— of course it is.

Unless you want to end up
like me, of course it is.

You're developing quite a talent.

I get it.

You're here to check up on me.

You killed a man.

A man who killed one of us.

Who kidnapped Claire.
Who strung me up and left me for dead.

He deserved to die.

I'd do it again in a minute.

Pardon me if I'm out
of bad feeling.

When I was in the army
in tikrit in Iraq,

the man who lived
next door was a policeman.

One day his car
was rigged with a bomb.

It killed his wife
and three young children instead.

They caught the man who did it.

I volunteered to be
on the firing squad,

and I did my duty without
a single ounce of remorse.

Then for no reason,
I found myself waking up at night,

replaying what I did in my head.

Looks like you're
who needs checking up on.

What happened with Ethan

will be with you
for the rest of your life.

Any suggestions?

You're not alone.

Don't pretend to be.

I take comfort knowing someday

this is all gonna be
a real nice shopping complex.

Maybe even an auto mall.

Where you going?

Know what that is?

It's a wallow.
— what the hell's a wallow?

Boar's wallow.
It's his den where he sleeps.

Look at these tree rubbings
from his tusks.

You mean he's around here?
— maybe.

Wait. Sawyer!

Gotcha.

I thought it'd be bigger.
— funny.

We know daddy's
got to be around here.

Here, piggy, piggy, piggy!

Put it down! That's not funny!

Here, piggy, piggy, piggy!

Hey, what is the matter with you?

You'll hurt it! — over here!

Not funny! — here, piggy...

You're sick.

I didn't hurt it.

Find your own way home.

No problem!

Sawyer.

I got a letter for you.

"Dear Mr. Sawyer..." — who?

You used to go
by the name of Sawyer.

What the hell are you
talking about?

You didn't have to.

Tell hibbs I would have paid.

How do you know hibbs?

You don't...

You don't know
what you're doing, do you?

You borrowed money from hibbs?

I was gonna pay.

It'll come back around.

It's just a boar.

Let's get back to camp.

Go get it! Go, Vincent! Go get it!

Here we go.

Hey.

Hey.

Want to take that walk now?

Sure.

Stick 'em up.

Trying to be funny?

I was fresh out of pies
to throw at you.

Here you go, sheriff.

I asked you for this two days ago.
— and I told you to stick it.

But I made a deal
with your girlfriend.

What did she give you?

Kate. What did she give you?

Nothing she wasn't willing
to part with.

That's why the sox
will never win the series.

What's that?

What'd you just say?

I said that's why the Red Sox
will never win the series.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just something
my father used to say

so he could go through life
knowing that people hated him.

Instead of taking responsibility for it,
he just put it on fate.

Said he was made that way.

Your daddy,

he a doctor too?

Why do you want to know
about my father?

No reason.